I have been married to Deanna for just over two years now. My name is Marty Dennison, and I’m probably the luckiest guy I know. When I met Deanna, I fell for her hard, fast, and completely. The only surprising thing was that she had almost the same experience. I’m not an ugly guy but I’ve never considered myself handsome either. Average is how I’d describe myself if pressured to make an assessment.
Deanna, on the other hand, is very pretty. That she would find me interesting and attractive was one of the most pleasant surprises of my life. We began exclusively dating almost immediately, and were married six months later. Sex between us has always been passionate and very fulfilling. Keeping it fresh and exciting has been an easy task; we both have a flair for spontaneity.
Deanna was always up for new and exciting ways to make love. Several times we had even done it in public places. This was intensely exciting and just thinking about it would often send us running for the bedroom door. One night while playing scrabble and drinking wine, we got to talking about our various adventures.
“Tell you what, if you win this game I’ll do the dishes all week”, I suggested.
“And if I lose?”
“Then you have to agree to a night out and do everything I say”
Deanna looked at me and a sly smile appeared on her pretty face. “Like what?”
“Oh no, you don’t find out until that night. That’s the fun of it,” I told her. She thought about it for a minute before declaring, “You’re on!” The game was close but I pulled it out with a late flourish and won by seven points.
“Okay, so when’s our big night out?” she asked.
“You’ll know it when it gets here” was all I’d tell her. I could tell she was intrigued and a bit excited by the possibilities and that night we had a phenomenal romp followed by another in the morning.
A few days later I began to put my plan into action. I took the afternoon off. I headed to the local multiplex movie theater and bought two tickets for one of the latest movies. I didn’t care which. I wasn’t planning to watch much of the movie anyway. Next I stopped at the florist and picked up a dozen roses and headed for home. It took a while to find in her closet, but finally I found what I was looking for. The dress was white, knee length, and was belted at the waist. The top had buttons from the waist to the demure neckline. Deanna looked so fine in this dress, but rarely wore it.
I laid out the dress on her side of the bed along with a pair of the white panties that I had bought her for her birthday several months before. They were made of a silky thin material and the sides were cut high on the hip. Next to the dress I laid the flowers. There was no note with the flowers, only a movie ticket. The next item was dinner. By the time she was due home, I had her dinner warming in the oven. I took a shower, wrote a quick note and left the apartment. The note read:
Hey babe, tonight’s the night. Your dinner is in the oven. The rest is up to you to figure out. I love you.
An hour later I was sitting in the back row of the theater, a baseball cap covering much of my face. I was the invisible man watching the people file in for the movie. I was starting to worry she might not make it when I saw Deanna walk in and look around for me. She seemed confused when she couldn’t find me. I had always loved Deanna in that dress. It contrasted with her olive skin and dark hair. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world and immediately grew hard. She picked out a seat and put her coat over the one next to her, saving it for me. God I love this girl.