Frank was the first to rise from bed.
"Honey...I don't remember if I told you...John and Rachel are coming over for supper...but don't worry...I'm grilling out. You don't have to cook."
Although Rachel had become one of her best friends and she really liked her brother-in-law, she wasn't too keen on company. It had been a long morning of travel. But, she knew that it meant a lot to Frank. He and John were very close. So she said, "Of course I'll cook. You'll grill the meat, and I'll do some veggies. But we'd better get ready."
Frank went to call John to confirm details, while Irene went to take a shower.
She was in the shower for about five minutes, when she heard the bathroom door open. "I'm comin' in," Frank called out.
She pulled the curtain open to find Frank standing in the nude eager to join her. "Well come in, then," she laughed.
Frank and Irene often enjoyed showering together. Frank loved having his body manipulated and stroked. It was sexual, but it wasn't sexual at the same time. It was just intimate. Frank knew that he could do without the penetration, oral stimulation, or orgasms, although he loved all those things. He mainly wanted a companion who knew how to touch him and please him in subtle ways, and he had that in Irene. She shared his desires, as she had often told him, and that was one reason that they got along so well.
Frank didn't remember what John remembered very well. Frank and Irene had often fought in the reality that had existed prior to that morning. Frank often demanded sex, and Irene was rarely in the mood. To make matters worse, Frank wasn't interested in spending time helping Irene get in the mood, and when he did, it was obvious to her that the attention he was paying her was only for the purpose of sex, which was a complete turn-off for her. In fact, Frank's first wife, Mary, left him for this very thing. Frank had a difficult time being intimate with a woman.
In this reality, though, things were much different.
Frank slowly lathered up Irene's back, while she soaped his breasts, languidly rubbing her soapy hands underneath each in turn, enjoying their slippery firmness. He then returned the favor. Then they took turns turning their backs to one another, allowing each to wash the others bottom. Frank took his time working the curves of Irene's lower back. He loved that feeling on his back and sides, and he knew that Irene would too.
Irene was glad that although she and Frank did not share the same bra size, they did have one thing in common. Their monthly periods hit at approximately the same time. So during that time of the month when they were cramping, irritable, and then messy, they could commiserate with one another and have sympathy. When one was in the mood to touch and cuddle, the other would almost certainly be in the same mood.
After the soaping and rinsing was over, they shaved each others legs. Frank teased Irene, threatening to shave her pubic hair. She laughed at him, remembering the time he had shaved his own pussy bald, and how miserable he had been as it slowly grew back, causing significant itching.
Finally, the shower ended, and they helped each other dry off. Frank pressed the towel against Irene's back and hard to reach places, blotting up excess water, and the she did the same for him.
After that, they put on matching bathrobes, Frank wearing the same pink one that he was wearing that morning at John's house. This time, though, he had nothing on underneath. His nipples, still sensitive from the attention that they had received in the bedroom and then the shower, were further aroused by the terry cloth rubbing against them.
As he was leaving the bathroom to find some clothes to wear, Irene said, "This is where it's unfair."
"What do you mean, Irene?" Frank stopped and asked.
"I get to deal with hair blowing and styling, and then makeup, while all you have to do is throw on some clothes. It's just not fair."
"Well...there are good things about being a man," he laughed as he walked out and entered their shared closet.
In the closet there were some clothes that Irene and he could share. They were within an inch and a half of the same height. Frank was a bit taller than her. He was bigger in the bust and hips. There were blouses and skirts that they could share, and there were others that just wouldn't work.
Frank opted for one of Irene's miniskirts. It had an adjustable waist and worked well for him. He took it off the hanger, and went into the bedroom. He took off the bathrobe, standing completely in the nude. He liked the way he felt. He felt clean. He could smell the soap and the scent of his breasts. His breasts definitely did have a scent, and he wasn't ashamed to say that he liked it. It was a sweet scent that was entirely distinguishable from the scent of soap.
He also felt recently fucked, and he had a warm feeling in his lower belly. As he looked down past his breasts, he had a strange thought...soon he may have an occupant inside him. He had occasionally thought of being pregnant. In fact John used to tease him about the possibility when they had just been boys. He had sworn then that it would never happen. Lately though, the thought really appealed to him, and he was glad that it appealed to Irene as well.
He got a fresh pair of powder blue panties out of his dresser and stepped into them. Then he put on Irene's blue and white striped miniskirt and one of his own lacy white bras, and went back into the closet to find a blouse and came out with another of Irene's items. He put on her bright blue cotton button-up blouse. Because of his more buxom physique, it barely made it down to his waistline and showed off his bust nicely.
He went back into the bathroom to shave, something he normally did before showering, but had delayed in order to have more shower time with Irene.
"Hey nice outfit...where on earth did you get it?" Irene joked and then watched as Frank took off the blouse. "Hey, you know you can wear my clothes... I was just teasing."
"I know...just forgot to shave before I put it on. Don't want to get any shaving cream on it. Here's the man's curse. You have to put makeup on your face, and we have to shave our face. I hate dealing with it, and John always hated it even more than me. But we have company, and so I gotta do what I gotta do."
He stood at the mirror in his bra and mini-skirt, lathered his face and proceeded to shave, leaving whiskers where he planned to grow a goatee and mustache.
Finally, after the couple was dressed...
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