Foreword
I wrote this story a few years ago for my wife. Once I'd finished writing the story I spent a few weeks planning all the details so that we could enact the events described. Then I gave her the story on a Tuesday night knowing I had everything ready for Friday. Well, she loved the story and we had a great time while she read it. Come Friday and after days of anticipation we had a great night. It didn't go exactly as scripted in this story because let's face it you can't script reality but what did ensue was a night of romantic and erotic fun for both of us. I think one of the best things about the night was the fact that we both knew what was coming. So often when we try to surprise each other it can happen that one of you is trying to be romantic and the other one is not in the same headspace. So rather than having her blindsided, she spent the whole day knowing what she was getting home to and looking forward to it. Anyway the reason I'm telling you this is that this was a romantic high for our relationship and I would encourage any readers who enjoy the story to go ahead and apply it to their own relationship. Feel free to take the story and personalise it to your tastes and life and treat your significant other to a night of romance and great sex.
Disclaimer: There is one scene that gets a bit 50 shades of gray, but in a romantic kind of way.
Date Night
Tara sighed as she finally pulled into the drive. It had been a long week and she was thankful that it was finally Friday and she could let her hair down a bit. Tara's work as a young business woman involved a hectic work schedule and despite only being 27 she was responsible for a number of staff who required plenty of guidance. She hoisted her bags and slid her light frame from the car. God she thought to herself I hope the house is clean. Given the chaos that surrounded Tara at work she liked to keep her house ordered and in tip top condition. Something that her husband Kurt unfortunately seemed to struggle with. He'd had the day off and she could only imagine the mess he'd made. She started to put her key in the door but it was pulled open before she could get to it. Standing before her was her husband. He beamed at her.
'Hello my sexy wife, I hope your day went well. Let me take that for you.'
He took her bag and gave her a peck on the lips. He stepped aside as she came into the house. The first thing she noticed was that the house was spotless. It was cleaner than it had ever been. She looked around admiring the clean floors and spotless bench tops.
'Looks like someone's been busy, geez hubby you sure no how to get me turned on,' she said flashing him a smile.
'I'm just getting started,' he replied with a wink.
As she looked around Tara saw there was a bunch of flowers on the kitchen table with a card nestled into it. She walked into the dining room and was greeted by her two puppy dogs Timmy and Rascal. She gave them a pat before she exclaimed.
'And what do we have here.' She stepped up to the flowers.
'I just thought seeing as I have such a wonderful wife it wouldn't hurt to spoil her once in a while,' explained Kurt.
He watched intently as she opened the card and began to read. Tara was a 5 foot 6 petite blonde with thin curves and a nice round ass, something Kurt never failed to appreciate. She had large bright green eyes that sent Kurts heart racing every time he stared into them. Her small perky B cup breasts were full of bounce and topped with nipples the size of a ten cent piece. As she stood focused on her reading, Kurt examined her body picturing the firm young frame underneath the pencil skirt and business shirt. He felt his cock twitch with lust. Tara looked up at him.
'Well aren't I lucky. Thanks babe,' she beamed.
'So where's the mystery dinner location?'
'It wouldn't be much of a mystery now if I told you would it,' he replied.
'Now please step into my office,' he said, motioning towards the bedroom. She eyed him questioningly as she strode past him and into their room. She made sure to add a little extra sway to her hips knowing it would drive him wild to see her sexy ass wiggle.
She entered the room and there lying on the bed in front of her was a sexy black number she'd never seen before.
'Where did this come from,' she queried.
'Oh just a little something I found online,' he winked at her. She lifted the dress up and held it in front of herself. She admired the soft fabric, running her fingers up and down it. It was a tight strapless dress that would hug her curves nicely.
'How did you know what size to buy?'
'Hey I know my wifes body pretty well,' he said grinning at her.
'Plus once it turned up I checked it against some of your other dresses.' Tara looked down at the floor and saw a matching pare of black high heels with a 2 inch wedge. Next to the shoes was a note that had fallen from on top of the dress. She stooped to pick it up and read 'tonight's dinner attire. No panties required ;)'
'I see,' she said 'so this is your way of buttering me up.'
He laughed 'I haven't even started to butter you up yet.' 'Now if you will kindly disrobe, I've prepared you a bubble bath with a glass of wine and a small cheese board.'
'Oh really?' she didn't need to be told twice as she hastily stripped down. Kurt grinned as he watched her breasts bounce free and her panties slide off. He thought to himself how lucky he was to be able to witness this beautiful body every day. He never got sick of watching her strut around the house naked. He looked down at the neatly trimmed bush of brown curls nestled between her thighs. He could see the already slightly engorged lips of her pussy. She followed his gaze and felt herself moistening further under his intense stare. He stepped aside motioning her into their ensuite. She bounced past him and he slapped her ass playfully, unable to resist temptation any longer.
Tara began to lower herself slowly into the bath, gasping as she felt the hot water against her skin. She slowly lowered herself below the bubbles and Kurt had to resign himself to the fact that the show was over. He grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and a glass before returning to the bathroom.
'Would madame like to sample the wine first,' he put on a posh accent and proffered the wine bottle label first, as if he were a waiter at a fancy restaurant.
She giggled, 'Why yes indeed, thank you my good man,' she said in an equally posh voice as he poured her a sip. She swirled it before tasting the drop. She looked thoughtful before she exclaimed.
'Yes that will do nicely thanks.'
Kurt filled her glass and left the room. He returned shortly after carrying a small cheese platter with a selection of all her favourite cheeses, dips and crackers. He placed them beside her on the edge of the bath and she went to work sampling them. He placed her small speaker next to the bath along with her kobo.
'These are here if you'd like to read or listen to some relaxing music. I'll be gone for the next 45 minutes walking the dogs. Is there anything you require before I go?' She shook her head, a cheese loaded cracker half way to her mouth. 'Very well,' he said. 'See you soon.' He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead before closing the door behind himself.
Tara heard him leave the house. She leant back in the bath, resting her head on the towel Kurt had thoughtfully placed there. She opened her phone and turned on some soothing music. She flicked through social media for a few minutes before closing it and placing it to the side.
She took another sip of wine and ate a cracker loaded with dip. She laid her head back and stretched her legs out, feeling the stress of the week seeping out of her. She pulled her legs back in and spread them, feeling the currents swirling around her thighs, caressing the tuft of hair between her legs. She ran her hands lightly from her hips up slowly to her breasts. She gently cupped them. They fit perfectly in her hands with the pointy nubs of her nipples brushing the middle of her palms. She sighed in contentment and began to gently kneed her breasts pawing at them imagining in her mind that they were Kurts hands. She lightly gripped the ends of her nipples, slowly stretching them out before allowing them to spring back. Her right hand began to work its way slowly down across her toned stomach while the left continued to alternate between her left and right breast. Her right hand grazed the top of her bush and her chest heaved in excitement, lifting her breasts momentarily out of the water. Her hand detoured away from her wet hole and slid slowly up the inside of her thigh. She imagined that they were Kurt's hands. He always liked to tease her, working his way towards her pussy slowly. He would touch all her sensitive areas until she was practically begging for it. She ran the hand up and down her thigh touching it lightly feeling the water running between her spread fingers. She opened her legs wider and her left hand slid down to stroke her other thigh. She worked her hands back and forth slowly drawing closer to her now throbbing pussy. She began to rub the skin either side of her wet lips, slowly up and down. She moved lightly at first before pressing down more firmly. With each upwards stroke she felt the soft flaps of her labia rubbing against each other. She changed her motion, stroking the skin from side to side. She spread herself wide, ready to accept Kurts imaginary cock. She then pushed her lips together tightly imagining he was buried deep inside her. She repeated the motion a few times before her left hand returned to fondle her breasts. She had been deliberately taking her time up till this point, drawing it out, letting her arousal slowly build. Her right hand moved across her wet lips and she began to rub her fingers up and down her slit. She gasped as her palm began to brush back and forth across her clit and slowly she picked up pace. She began slipping a finger between her lips on each stroke teasing the entry to her needy hole. Finally she could hold off no longer. She plunged a finger deep into her tight opening as she stroked down. She arched her back and let out a moan. She could feel the heat of her vagina wrapped around her finger. She drew it out slick with her juices before hastily returning it along with a second finger. She immediately went to work, reaching deeper inside, finding her sweet spot she began to flick her fingers back and forth. She let out another moan, louder this time as she pressed her palm down harder, massaging her clit. The speed of her fingers increased and her left hand began to kneed her breast more forcefully, pinching and tugging at her nipples.
'Yes oh yes, yes, yes,' she babbled to herself as her hands moved even more frantically.
