It was our anniversary, and my parents had offered to take our kids to get some quality couple time. As much as we love our offspring, the chance for the two of us to take a long earned time out to enjoy some us time was not hard to accept. We bid our children farewell, and headed to the bright lights of the city.
My wife still made my pulse race after ten years of wedded bliss as she turned and smiled at me in that way that told me I had better prepare for long hours of pleasure. Her hand distracting me as it travelled along my thigh to squeeze my growing hardness. We found our lodgings for the weekend, overlooking the harbour's bright lights. It seemed our reservation had been changed, with her parents covering the cost of us upgrading to the "Honeymoon "suite. We moved to our room, the door closed behind us after our bags were delivered. We were alone at last.
Wanting to jump my bride at an instant, she pushed me away and with a wicked laugh telling me I would have to wait until after dinner. She scurried away and locked the bathroom and began to shower. Lying back on the bed, I wondered what surprises she had for me. I started to undress and get ready, my cock growing harder of what the night may bring. Sliding my hand along it, feeling it grow. In a dozy dream of what would await as the time passed.
"Starting without me?" I turned to see her dressed a white bikini panties and teddy, the same that she wore on our wedding night. Her long strawberry blonde hair, cascaded over her shoulders.
