The Red Dress - Sex Stories

The Red Dress

... suppose". Once I had showered, dressed and had coffee, the dream was all but forgotten and I went to the office feeling no different than any other Monday morning. As the day wore on I began to develop a headache. It happened now and then. I had left my glasses at home and the strain of trying to read a computer screen without them was what often caused it. By five o’clock I was ready to go home. It had been a busy day and the strain of working without glasses had made it a particularly tiring one. Even the drive home was difficult; the traffic was heavy and by the time I got home I was stressed and worn out. I found Philip in the kitchen making the evening meal. He was a good cook and sometimes it was nice to just be able to get home and relax for a while . "You're late tonight, Darling. Everything okay?" He passed me a coffee which he had already brewed in anticipation of my return. “Yes thanks,” I replied wearily, “Just a bit tired. It's been a long day and the traffic was awful tonight.” “Yes, I heard on the radio. An accident on the ring road they said...” Philip continued but I wasn't really listening. “Do you mind if I go and sit in the front room for a time, while you finish off here?” I asked. I just needed five minutes of quiet. “No, you go ahead. I'll call you when it's ready.” I kissed him and went through to the lounge where I placed my cup on the side table and sank down into the big soft leather armchair, feeling it mould itself around me as I put my feet up ...

... and let the day fade away. It was only a few minutes later when I heard him call through: "Dinner's ready!" and I stood and went into the kitchen to sit with him at the table. He had worked so hard to make a nice dinner for us: a really tasty corned beef hash. I looked at it then at him and smiled. He smiled back, saying: "We enjoyed it so much at the weekend I thought we could have a proper one. I made the dumplings from scratch and all the vegetables are fresh from the market. Nothing frozen or tinned, except the corned beef, of course, and I went and got fresh, crusty bread from the supermarket bakery to finish it off." "Oh, sweetheart, It's delicious." It really was and I didn't have the heart to tell him I really wasn't hungry. My head was pounding now, like a dozen hammers all trying to hammer their way out through my skull. I finished my meal and put my fingers to my temple, pressing hard to try and get the throbbing to stop but it only gave a brief respite because, as soon as I stopped, the pain just continued unabated and It was beginning to make me feel sick. "Are you sure you are okay?" Philip looked concerned. "Yes," I replied, "Just a bit of a headache. I should really keep some spare glasses at work." "You go and sit down and relax, I'll finish off here." Philip was always so caring. "I can't leave you to do all the washing up," I protested, although I was secretly pleased not to have to. "It's all done anyway," he continued, "and what isn't can just go in the ...