Full Recovery Ch 3

It was over a month since Pete’s prostate surgery and Olivia hadn’t returned to her own home. When Pete had last tried to talk to her she surprised him with “Dad, I made a decision: I’ve elected to become a supply teacher so that I can decide how to spend my time. I’ll work when I need or want to. You’re not fully recovered yet and, well, to be honest I really like being here with you.” Pete doubted the ‘fully recovered’ part, but silently welcomed the rest of her explanation.

To celebrate the complete cessation of all side effects and to welcome the world back into their lives, at Olivia’s suggestion the agreed to dinner out. Another of Olivia’s choices was the restaurant; an old, well-established Italian restaurant that the family had preferred for years. “Guido’s?” Pete asked, “I haven’t been to Guido’s since…”.

“Yes, I know, since Mom died. But we loved it there, Dad. We had so many happy times there. Let’s just give it a chance.”

And so there they were, quiet corner booth, excellent house wine flowing, each sated; Olivia with her ravioli, Pete with his lasagna. Relaxed and waiting for their spumoni ice cream dessert. In fact it was the last step in Olivia’s carefully planned campaign. She had been thinking for several weeks about the last aspect of Pete’s surgery, whether he would be now rendered impotent.

She slid across the banquette until their thighs touched. Reassured that Pete didn’t react, she topped their wine glasses up from their carafe and gently took his hand. “Dad, there’s just one more thing to deal with.”

“And what would that be?”

“We need to see if Dr. Richter is a good onion peeler.”

“Wha…? I…”.

“Shhh,” she shushed, and leaned closer. “The way I see it, Dad, it’s just one more medical procedure. No different from me helping you with your catheter. No different from me helping you in the shower after the surgery. No different from me helping you adjust your pillows in the hospital.” Pete could see a large gulf between what she was hinting at and pillow arrangements, but he remained silent, feeling a blush rising in his cheeks.

“Ummm…when?”

“Why not tonight? Not here,” she said, making both of them laugh. “Tonight at home.” She accepted his silent nod as acceptance, lightly stoked his thigh, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Quickly finishing their dinner and now on a mission they were soon home again. Coats off, Olivia took Pete in one of their now frequent hugs, this one lasting even longer than usual. Neither seemed in a hurry to end it. Olivia looked up into Pete’s eyes and as he began “Ollie, I…” she stopped him with a kiss. A kiss that was longer, warmer, and hungrier than any to date. When the broke their kiss their surprise was shared. Ollie hadn’t really planned much beyond this, in fact not beyond Pete’s agreement at the restaurant. Now running on instinct she turned the house light out and, taking Pete’s hand, led him to what was now their bedroom.

“You get in bed, Dad, I’ll be right back” and she walked quickly to her old room, grabbed some sleepwear, changed into it quickly, and walked back to their room. Pete was in bed, a dim lamp glowing on the table beside him. He let out a small gasp as Olivia walked into the room, her flannel pyjamas now replaced by a lacy, diaphanous nightie, one that was low cut, enough to show some of her cleavage, ending mid-thigh.

“Ollie, I…I…” Pete began, only to be quickly shushed by Olivia as she slipped quickly into her now familiar side of the bed. She’d thought a great deal about parts of this, and realized that she was going to have to give every chance possible to Dr. Richter’s onion peeling, and two days earlier had found her nightie in a boutique. Pete’s reaction confirmed her choice as even in the dim light he could see the dark fur of her vagina, the areoles of her breasts and the slight protrudence of her nipples.

She began very slowly, first sliding across the bed to begin their usual cuddle.