NIGELLA SCHULTZ<br/>IN BED WITH HER HUSBAND CHRIS<br/><br/>I finished the chapter and closed the crime novel, sliding a laminated bookmark between the pages, the pressed flowers under the clear plastic was just a small skill I'd learned in my long hours as a housewife, something my friend Jane had picked up at an evening class and which we'd amused ourselves with for a few weeks in the spring. I lay the paperback on my bedside table, dragged my pillows down from their puffed up pile into a comfy sleeping position and lay down, tugging the duvet up around my shoulder.<br/><br/>Outside I could still hear movement as someone went downstairs to the kitchen and someone else went to the bathroom and the shower began to run. I smiled to myself, that would be Julien, avoiding having to queue for a slot between his sisters in the morning.<br/><br/>We really should get a bigger house so the kids could have en-suites, money wasn't a problem, but then this house had been a good buy when Chris got his first big break as a chef and we'd never bothered to think of moving again and investing in our dream home, though I could never quite remember why. At least it was a great neighbourhood, we'd made good friends and Chris' restaurant and the kids colleges and high schools were all fairly close.<br/><br/>I slid over and snuggled up against him.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, is that magazine that interesting? How about a cuddle before I get too tired to keep my eyes open?"</strong>For some reason I had been in a frisky mood this last couple of weeks, I had no idea why, maybe my menopause was on its way or something like that. Chris and I hadn't done it for a while and for some reason was feeling fruity. At the weekend I'd gone out and bought a new nightie, a lilac coloured sheer babydoll with matching sheer bikini panties and I'd even waxed my bikini line, quite unlike me. I never removed all the hair, that was what those terrible porn stars did, but I removed everything down below and trimmed the front lawn a little, feeling very daring.<br/><br/>I slid my arm across Chris' chest under the duvet and pushed up against him, my crotch fitting against his thigh neatly and my breasts pushing at his arm. I ground my sex against him just a little and gave him a smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Or, if not a cuddle, at least a good night kiss?"</strong><br/><br/>Since we married and had the kids I have put on a bit of weight, though I was always curvy, even in college, but I blame Chris' fantastic cooking. I'm not fat, no sir, but I am a little chubby, even so Chris seems to like it and nothing is sagging too badly yet – I have done regular gym and swimming since I had the children, so I'm still very happy with my body.<br/><br/>Tonight I hoped Chris might be too...