My day starts when the sunlight pokes through the opening in the curtains. It gently shines on my face, causing my eyes to flutter open. I stretch and take a look at the clock. 8:02. My husband has already left for work. I stretch out across the whole bed as I decide what I want to do today. I start to think about my husband’s comment from last night, telling me that he figured out his favorite color. He’d said it was dark blue- the color dress I wore on our first date. An idea hits me, and I decide that I want to surprise him.
I slip into a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt of his and get ready to leave the house. As I leave, I make a mental checklist of all the things I need to do today. I drive out of my neighborhood and head for some coffee before going shopping.
The next thing I know, I find myself in a lingerie shop. I browse the aisle quietly, thinking to myself. I want to find something to refresh my wardrobe. As I approach the end of the aisle, I find what I’m looking for. It’s a navy blue, floral lace bra. I find one in my size and some matching panties. On the way to check out, I see a white satin robe that would compliment the lingerie, so I decide to get that too. The woman at the counter makes a bit of chitchat as I nod my head along with her words. She slips the items into a a black paper bag and I’m on my way.
As I drive home, I decide to stop by the liquor store to see if I find anything that would go well with dinner. After a few minutes of looking around, I end up leaving with a bottle of red wine.
When I get to the house, I put the wine in the fridge to chill. I do a bit of straightening up around the house so that when my husband gets home he doesn’t need to do anything.
When I’m done, I head into the bedroom. I grab my pipe and sit down next to the open window, taking a few hits. When I’ve had enough, I make my way towards the bathroom.
After I brush out my hair, I turn the water on and wait for it to warm up. When the water is hot, I slip out of my clothes and into the steamy glass shower. I take care to shampoo and condition my hair. As I lather up some body wash, a wave of desire washes over me. I slide my sudsy hands all over my skin, slowly running over the curves of my hips. I put my hands under the stream of hot water to rinse them off. My right one climbs up my side, stopping just to the side of my breast. After a moment, I fondle it, giving my nipple a gentle squeeze. My other hand finds its way down between my thighs. The fingers on my left hand slip just inside my hood, and I start to slowly rub my clit. I think back to last night when my husband and I stood here together. The thought of him here with me is all the convincing I need before pushing my fingers inside me. Everything that happened last night makes me wet, and after a few minutes I find a sweet release. After a little detour in my plans, I carefully shave, rinse off, and step out into the open space.
I quickly drape a towel around my body, and put my hair up in a second one. I take a minute to dry off before moisturizing my skin. Once I’m done with that, I towel-dry my hair and put it up in a high ponytail to finish drying. I put my clothes back on and head for the kitchen.
After a few minutes of thinking about what to make for dinner, I decide on his favorite: chicken parmesan. Half an hour goes by, and now all that’s left is for it to bake. I set the mauve colored glass dish in the oven and set a timer. When that’s done, I check the time. It’s 6:07. He’ll be home soon.
I’d already made up my mind that I wanted to give him the perfect evening, so I decided not to skip anything. I go back to our bedroom and pull out a few things, before setting them in front if me. I turn on the television, watching old Seinfeld reruns to kill the time. Once I’m situated, I grab my grinder, a fair amount of herb, and a couple Russian cream blunt wraps. After a few minutes, I have two perfect blunts ready for us for later tonight. I put them in our stash box, along with everything else.
Just as I close the box, I hear the front door open, and I go out to greet him.
“Hey, baby,” he says, leaning down to plant a kiss on my lips. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me for a second. “It smells good in here, what are we having?” I lead him into the kitchen and gesture at the oven. “Chicken parmesan, I know that’s your favorite.” I beam at him.
“Actually, you’re my favorite, but that’s a very close second.” He chuckles, and I can’t help but laugh, too. I pour both of us a glass of wine, and he leans on the counter. I ask him how his day was as I pull the pan out of the oven.
“It was okay. That idiot, Paul, still doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing.” I give him a sympathetic sigh as he gets some plates out of the cabinet. “Well, you’re home now, and you won’t have to worry about him until Monday,” I say.
We each put dinner our plates and head to the table. “What about you, how was your day? What did you do today?” He asks.
“Oh, just stuff. Nothing exciting, really.”
We continue talking about various things as we eat. Once we’re finished, I take our plates and put them in the dishwasher. He follows behind, helping me clean up a little.
Later, we’re on the sofa watching tv. He puts his hand on my knee, and says, “I think I’m going to go take a shower.” He gets up, kisses my forehead, and thanks me for dinner, before heading into our bedroom.
Once I hear the water running, I go into our room and quickly do my makeup and brush out my long, dark hair. Then I put on my new lingerie, followed by the satin robe. After that, I put on a little bit of his favorite perfume. Trying to think about what else could make tonight perfect, I light a couple candles. A little ambience, but nothing unusual for any other night. As soon as I’m done, I hear the water shut off. I decide to grab the bottle of wine and a couple glasses.
When I get back to our room, he’s standing there with his back to me. The room is dark except for the flickering candles spread throughout the room. I can see the strong muscles in his back as he’s looking for clothes. I let out a small sigh of want. He turns to look at me, his face lit up by the dim flame nearby. The toned muscles in his chest stand at attention. He looks perfect. God, I want him so bad.
“Wow baby, you look so pretty,” he says. “That’s a cute robe.”
“Thanks,” I tell him, suddenly nervous. “I’m going to have some more more wine, I think. Do you want some?” He accepts, taking the glass from my hand. I set the bottle down on the dresser.
“What got you all dressed up, hmm?” He asks in his deep, rough, but still mellow, voice.
“I just felt like it, I guess,” I say, walking over to him. He turns around again, giving me his full attention. “Is that so?” A small grin appears on his face.
His face draws closer to mine. “You smell wonderful,” he says, before giving me a loving kiss.
“You should know, you picked it out,” I reply.
He takes a sip of his wine before setting it down. I do the same. His eyes are so beautiful, staring at me as he’s searching through me for something.
He pulls me close and wraps his arms around my waist, his hands settling on my butt. Again, he kisses me. This time, though, it’s more passionate. He takes his time making out with me before letting me go.
“Can I see what’s under here?” He asks, gently lifting the folds of my robe. I nod in desire. Fuck, I want him so bad.
He opens the robe all the way before staring at my body. A small, excited gasp leaves his lips. I notice a growing tension in his underwear. “You’re really sexy, you know that?” He pulls me close again, kissing me slowly. He makes his way from my mouth to my jaw, slowly teasing me down my neck. He stops to savor each kiss, the feeling of his lips on my neck setting my skin on fire.
He moves around to my throat, laying me down on the bed. Each movement, each touch, each moment is savored. I let out a small moan.
“You like that?” He whispers in my ear. I nod, and he keeps going. I feel gentle sucking all over my neck. Fuck, I’d let him do anything to me.
After a few moments, he keeps going. His lips move down to my chest, where he continues kissing and sucking delicately. His hands move to my breasts, fondling them lightly, but getting increasingly rough. After a minute, he keeps his hands on my tits, while his mouth continues to move further down.
As lips graze my stomach, I feel his erection growing. He doesn’t stop there, and he sinks to the ground on his knees. His mouth traces the outline of my panties, while my hands run through his hair. He takes his hands off my breasts, one laying on my stomach, the other intertwining with my panties. Gently, he slips his finger just inside them, barely grazing my clit. I feel a flinchingly cool sensation as he starts blowing cool air onto me.
Suddenly he stops. His hands move down to my legs and he plants hot, opened-mouthed kisses along the inside of my thighs. I squirm, and he chuckles. When he stands up, he puts his face near mine. He looks me in the eyes, and says, “baby, what am I going to do with you?”
With all I have left of a quiet voice, I say, “anything you want.” He looks at me for a moment before speaking again. “You like it when I touch you, don’t you?” I nod. “Good,” he says, firmly.
With that, he picks me up, taking off my robe and my bra. He tosses them to the side, just as I knew he would when I bought them. He sets me on the bed entirely, before getting up on it as well. He’s over the top of me, looking at me.
Without a word, he starts grinding against me. His erection only continues to grow. After a few seconds of that, his takes his underwear off. He pumps his cock a few times, before continuing to grind against me through my panties. Once he’s done teasing me, he pulls my panties off and disregards them along with the rest of my clothes.
His eyes meet mine, lips slightly parted. I think he’s going to say something, but he just leans down to kiss me again. “I love you,” he says eventually. Suddenly, he pushes inside me, his lips still on mine. I moan as he does so, the feeling of him filling me giving me a familiar sensation.
As he thrusts in and out of me, I throw my head back, exposing my neck to him even more. Once again, his lips meet my throat, and I can’t help but let out another moan.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispers.
“Y-you,” I say as my breath hitches.
With that, he changes pace a bit. He starts thrusting faster. His hands go down to my hips as he grabs me to get closer. The kissing moves from my neck down to my chest, and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He’s so skilled in the way he uses his mouth, tugging at my nipples with his teeth. More moans, and he switches sides.
While he works his magic on my breasts, one hand slithers down to rub my clit. His motions get faster, and soon I’m at my first orgasm. He pulls his fingers out, and slips them in my mouth. His thumb lingers on my tongue as he makes me taste myself. “Good girl,” he says. A few more thrusts, and then he pulls out. I start to protest, but immediately stop when he gets back down on his knees.
His fingers slide in and out a few times, before I feel his tongue running up and down my dripping slit. He shifts his hands to my hips, holding me in place. He circles my clit a few times, and then he starts sucking it. Fuck, I love him.
I can’t suppress my sounds anymore, and moan repeatedly. “Let me hear you, baby,” he says, getting a faster pace. A second orgasm hits me, more powerful than the first. He doesn’t stop there though. He continues eating me out while my whole body shakes. More pressure is applied to my hips to keep me there. I rock my hips to his mouth, wanting even more. He stops.
“Please, please…don’t stop,” I plead with him. He stands up, and sits me up on the edge of the bed.
He takes his finger under my chin, bringing my head up a little. His hands slide through my hair, and he tilts my head back down. Gently, he forces his cock into my mouth, and he knows I’m eager for it. I run my tongue over his head while he throws his head back. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers slowly.
I may be a slut, but he knows I’m only that way for him. He thrusts in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. After a minute, he spills his cum in my mouth. I love how he tastes, how he feels. He pulls out of my mouth soon, and then he looks down at me. “Can I fuck you?” he asks. I can’t do anything but nod.
This time, he’s desperate. He’s wanting. He needs it. He pushes me back down on the bed, picking my legs up. Standing at the edge of the bed, he gives me a careful look. “Ready?” I give a quiet nod.
With that, he pushes into me again and starts thrusting quickly. He grunts, his need apparent. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he takes it in stride. We both moan as he speeds up. His breath is labored- he’s close. He grips my hips and starts slamming into me even harder, and then he cums deep inside me. That’s enough to set me off one last time. He starts getting slower and slower before eventually stopping and pulling out of me.
He’s panting hard and collapses on the bed next to me. “Fuck, baby,” he starts. “I really needed that.”
“Me too,” I tell him.
Once we both catch our breath, he leads me into the shower. The water is piping hot, which is the best kind, in my opinion. He starts cleaning me up, but quickly pauses. He sets a long, deep, thorough kiss on my lips. “I love you,” he says. I can’t help but smile. He delicately kisses the top of my head, and we go back to cleaning ourselves up.
Once we’re out of the shower, we both sit up against the headboard of our bed. “Oh hey,” I say to him, “I have something else for you.” He seems puzzled. I go to the side table and pull out our stash box. I grab a lighter and both blunts, giving him one and setting the other on the nightstand. I light it for him, and he accepts it graciously.
I snuggle up to him, and he puts his arm around me. He hands me the blunt, and I take a couple drags off to it before handing it back. After all that just happened, I’m physically exhausted. I roll over so my back is to him, but still up against him, and stretch out.
He looks down at me. “Hey, where are you going?” he asks, grabbing my butt. “It’s 9:30 on a Friday night, the weekend is just getting started. We’ve got a lot to do this weekend, right here,” he says, gesturing at our bed. God, I love this man.