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"I've been approved," I chanted to myself, "I've been approved."

I read it over and over again almost waiting for it to disappear like some sort of cruel hoax. I could not believe I would have been selected but I had and that was all that mattered.

I would wait until Matt was home before we'd book an appointment slot for us as the email did say it was for me and my partner and I wanted him to be there. I did however log on to make sure it worked and changed my password. I decided it would be a good idea to get our evening meal ready and maybe even a glass of wine as a treat and to celebrate the good news.

Matt came home an hour later and as soon as he walked in the door, I was all over him, kissing his face, and giving him a big hug and a squeeze.

"I'm glad to see you too, Dee," Matt barely was able to say between kisses.

I led him to the kitchen table, got the pasta traybake (his favourite) out of the oven, and poured him some wine.

"I've got some very good news to tell you," I said without containing my glee.

"Ok, tell me," Matt said, my enthusiasm starting to drive his impatience.

"Oh, let's finish our meal first," I wanted to draw the suspense out more.

I'd never seen Matt eat so fast. He'd shovel forkfuls of pasta in his mouth between unanswered pleas for me to tell him the news.

I did think I could further tease him more by insisting we do the dishes but by then even I was desperate to let him know.

"Let's go into the living room," I said pulling him along.

"Well, you know the Sole Provider application you sent off on Saturday," I started my reveal.

"Yes," Matt instantly recalled.

"Well, I received an email from them today," I continued.

"And?" Matt chipped in when I paused for effect.

"I've been accepted," I squealed in delight throwing my arms around him.

"Oh Dee, that's wonderful, I'm so pleased for you," Matt joined in celebration.

"Thank you for letting me apply and for being such an able cameraman, my lovely husband," I said in praise.

"Anything for you Dee".

So pleased was I with his approval I gave him some more kisses which he duly returned. Soon with all the exhilaration flowing our kisses got deeper and deeper. Tongues started to duel in our mouths as our passion ignited. I could feel the rest of my body responding too. One of Matt's hands was rubbing my thigh the other under my t-shirt up and down my back.

Before long I was ready to take this upstairs and have Matt make love to me but something different occurred to me. I don't know if it was through pure excitement of Matt's kisses or what, but I wanted to make love, and more importantly here and now. I couldn't wait to run upstairs where we always were intimate. Why not here in the living room on the sofa? After all it's just us two, no one else would know we'd expressed our love to each other in a room other than the bedroom.

"Matt," I pulled away for a brief second. "Take me now, please".

"Ok," he said and started to rise to take me upstairs.

"No, now," I pleaded more with my eyes than my voice.

As I said it I felt my hands at the bottom of my t-shirt pull up the fabric and up and over my head it went.

"Oh, Dee," was his only comment.

Not seeing any look of disgust or disapproval at how I was acting I reached behind and unhooked my bra and cast it aside too.

Matt's eyes were as big as saucers staring straight at me in amazement. I leaned in and we both kissed some more. In doing so my chest rubbed against his shirt and I could feel my nipples harden just like they did on Saturday.

I could feel Matt was unbuttoning his shirt, so I withdrew a little to enable this and once discarded I leaned in again and felt his warmth.

"Are you sure it's ok?" I tentatively asked.

"It's more than ok Dee, I love you," was his acceptance.

We both raced to remove our trousers, shorts and underwear before we kissed deeply again to stoke our fires again.

Matt then leaned forward over me making me lie down on the sofa before he climbed on top as usual.

"You ok?" he whispered.

"More than ok", I breathed out as he gently rubbed up and down my entrance and then slid in.

He started pumping straightaway. This wasn't the gentle thrusts I was used to but it wasn't unpleasant either. I don't know why he was being a bit more forceful, but it was ok. I didn't mind it at all. As he did so I could feel the warm and fuzzy feeling start to rise. And then after a few more thrusts he came inside me with a large grunt. I experienced that lovely feeling too.

After a few more 'I love you' comments to each other we disengaged, and I ran upstairs to change again after a shower.

Whacked out from the excitement and lovemaking I called down to Matt that I was going to read upstairs.

MATT

"Wow, that was a turn-up for the books," I thought to myself as Dee ran upstairs.

I replayed the evening's events to try and fathom what had just happened. I'd come home after a normal day's work and Dee had literally jumped me as soon as I'd stepped through the door. Not that I was complaining. I could tell she was excited about something.

I was quickly pulled into the kitchen where she told me she had some news but wouldn't tell me until we'd eaten. I've never eaten food that fast before. She then sat me down and told me Sole Provider has accepted her application. I was genuinely pleased for her. I liked seeing her happy.

Before I knew it, we were making out when Dee suddenly was so aroused she wanted me to make love there and then and who was I to disappoint her. We duly did the deed in the living room. We'd never done that before.

Where had that come from?

I started to ponder.

I knew that I was Dee's only sexual partner, and I'd never pushed her into doing anything like this before because I knew (or thought I knew) that Dee would never want or even think of doing it anywhere else than our bedroom.

Although I'd had several partners before Dee, the woman who shall remain nameless had destroyed me such that when I started up with Dee, I wanted to play it safe and treat her like a lady. I wasn't going to screw her in all the rooms in the house because that's not what good women did. I'd even settled into making love missionary style only as I didn't want Dee to feel as though I was disrespecting her. Handjobs, blowjobs, doing it from behind, ending up in a 69 and the like that I knew about, had never entered her world and I wasn't going to be the one to corrupt my darling Dee.

So, although making love in the living room was hardly a major step it still seemed a bit of Dee stepping out of her comfort zone.

Maybe she's watched a film on Netflix that has a sex scene in it and was just copying it?

No - it wasn't that as I knew she'd only watched films with me and I would have remembered that.

Maybe she'd read it in one of her books?

Nope -- she only read biographies or history books.

Then it occurred to me as I thought back to Saturday night when I'd asked her to pose topless, it was actually her that offered me the bottomless pose. But why had she done so? Was she just following my lead? Our lovemaking that night was the best we'd had and tonight's although a bit frantic we'd enjoyed immensely.

What was the common factor?

Then it hit me.

Saturday -- the Sole Provider application

Monday -- the Sole Provider acceptance.

Dee and I were both turned on by applying to the site with all the photographs we had to take and then receiving the news that yes Dee was accepted. It was vindication of what I already knew that Dee was beautiful but now other people could see it too.

Sole Provider and the services they could offer had given Dee a new drive, a new confidence boost and it in turn this was driving her to try new things.

Pleased with my Sherlock Holmes level deduction not caring whether my thought process was correct or not I climbed the stairs and got ready for bed.

"So, what are the next steps with Sole Provider?" I queried with Dee interrupting her reading as I climbed into bed.

"I was waiting for you to come up as I need to log onto the website and book an appointment. You can come too," she informed me.

She picked up the iPad from the bedside table and logged onto the site.

DEE

After logging on I selected the Appointment Booking tab on the site and could also see a My Photos tab.

My immediate concern was booking an appointment as soon as possible.

It defaulted to tomorrow, Tuesday but all available slots were taken. Same with Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. "Oh no," I thought, "there's going to be a long wait and I'm not going to get an appointment for weeks or months". My heart sank.

"Think positive thoughts" said Matt, sensing my disappointment.

I clicked on Saturday.

"Wow," I thought Saturday was going to be fully booked but lo and behold the 4 pm slot was free.

"Quick book it," Matt said on seeing the free slot too.

I was glad that Matt was keen too, so heeding his words I booked the appointment. We were going back into town at the weekend.

Little did they know that Daniel Wolf through his IT team had pre-booked all the other slots when seen from Dee's log in. Likewise they'd blocked out the late Saturday afternoon for any other bookings from other women. All part of the plan.

"Do you think the 'My Photos' section will be the photos you sent in with my application, Matt?" I queried him.
"I guess so," his response. "Of course you didn't get to see which ones I'd selected," continued Matt after realising.

"I'd like to see them," I asked.

"Give it a go."

I gave it a click and when the page loaded, I could see the first thumbnail was of my hands. I clicked onwards and could see each photo in turn.

I clicked through, amazed at each photo in turn as I could see Matt had chosen well. I was pleased. I looked good in all the selections.

"Did I do well, Dee?" Matt tentatively asked.

"They're very good, Matt. They must have been as I wouldn't have been accepted otherwise. All 8 photos were perfect," I exclaimed.

Yes - the topless one, the naked, back view and the one of Dee's face after they'd had sex had 'mysteriously' been removed from the original submission.

Dee would be none the wiser, Matt was none the wiser either. Only 2 other people knew. All part of the plan.

TO BE CONTINUED