Time for Linda and Dennis to get married! And some fun, kinky things happen over time. They are a somewhat adventurous couple, after all.
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That January, I started student teaching two days a week at a nearby high school while attending classes the other three days. Plus doing the op-ed piece once a week, plus working after school. Plus, responsibilities at home and studying. I was BUSY, working harder than I ever had before. Linda tried to tell me to give up the after-school job, saying we could get by without it. She hated seeing me wearing myself down. I'd give up the op-ed before I'd stop financially contributing to the household, but she wouldn't hear of it. "That might be your future, Baby" she told me when the subject came up. I settled the matter by telling her it was just one more semester, that once I had my undergraduate degree, I'd be able to manage teaching full time with going to grad school two nights a week. I'd try to find some magazine or local paper to contribute an article to once in a while, but that was far from a certainty.
Linda picked up most of the house chores. She had been used to doing it all before I came along, and I helped out on Saturdays between studying sessions. We tried, most weekends, to keep Sundays free for fun, whether with Sandy and Michael or by ourselves. She didn't mind most of the time; this was all for our future together. It would all pay off down the road...hopefully.
We did have the occasional argument. Show me a couple that doesn't fight sometimes, and I'll show you two people who are holding everything in. But we always settled our differences by bedtime, always said 'I love you' before going to sleep, and it often made for some awesome makeup sex. Nothing like getting just a little aggressive with each other for some real heart-pounding screwing.
Valentine's Day that year fell on a Saturday, and conveniently, it was also Dave's weekend with the children, leaving Linda and I by ourselves. I wanted to do something different, something most people wouldn't consider. We agreed to not exchange gifts for the holiday, but to do something special for each other. Linda had Friday night and I had Saturday, day or night. The only rule was it had to be something sexy. It could be romantic, or it could be dirty, though the other partner could reject it if it didn't sit right.
Linda took Michael and Sandy to Dave's right after school on Friday. When she got home, we immediately went into each other's arms for a lot of long and loving kisses, as well as a few gropes. After getting all warmed up, I broke our agreement by giving her a gift, a dozen pink roses, her favorite.
"Baby, they're beautiful! But we said no gifts this year!" Linda was so pleasantly surprised, and it shone all over face.
"What kind of fiancé would I be if I didn't get you roses for Valentine's Day? Besides, the look on your face was worth it." I kissed her with all my love. "Happy Valentine's Day, Honey. I love you always."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Baby. You're my heart and soul." We stood there holding each other for a few minutes before she went to put the roses in a vase. Then we sat on the couch for a little while, cuddled nice and close, and we shared our plans for the weekend. Linda went first, since her plan was for that evening.
"We're going to take showers and get all nice and clean. Then we're getting dressed up very nice, but we're not going anywhere. At 8, a chef and a waiter are coming over to prepare a fine dinner for us, here at home, with champagne, appetizers and dessert. And when they're done, they will leave, and we won't have to go anywhere. No worrying about driving intoxicated, no overpriced hotel room. And we can make love all night long if we want. And that's what I want, to make love with my incredibly handsome fiancé. I love you so much, Dennis."
"Linda, that sounds just perfect. So wonderfully romantic. Now, I have to tell you what I have planned for us. And I know it was supposed to be tomorrow, but I couldn't get the reservation until Sunday. Maybe that will work out after all, considering you want to go all night if we can. We'll take tomorrow to rest up."
"Oh? This sounds very intriguing. Want to share it with me?"
"I think I should. Just in case you don't like the idea or it makes you uncomfortable. I can cancel and just lose the deposit. But I think it will appeal to you and your exhibitionist nature." I proceeded to tell her what I planned. First Linda looked excited, then a little unsure.
"It does appeal to me. I do have that side to me. But are you sure you can trust him?"
"I checked references and I checked to see if he'd ever been sued, and he's clean. He keeps his word because this is his career. Unusual, I know. But he needs to be trustworthy, and from everything I could find out, he is. We just bring our own 'extras'. Maybe we can go shopping for some tomorrow."
"Oh, I love that idea. All right, I'm in if you are, Baby." We kissed a few more times, then Linda went to shower alone, so we wouldn't be tempted before the evening started. Then I took my turn while she fixed her hair (now past her shoulders and still almost black) and did her make-up. I wore a navy suit, my best one, with white shirt with navy thin stripes and a gold tie. I looked good. But Linda, like always, looked so much better in a blush-colored sleeveless gown, very light material, low cut, with matching high heeled sandals. She couldn't have worn that outfit if we went out; it was way too cold to be dressed so lightly. But to stay in, it was perfect.
I held her in my arms and kissed her a few times, light kisses to protect her makeup. "You're my Queen, Honey. The most beautiful in all the land."
"You're just being silly, Baby. But you never fail to make me feel incredibly special. My King." We kissed again just before the buzzer rang from downstairs, and we, almost reluctantly, let the caterers into the building.
Thirty minutes later, we were sitting down to a very fine French meal with a bottle of Perrier-Jouet champagne, one of the vintages with the floral design on the bottle. Expensive stuff, at least by our middle-class standards. Personally, I couldn't have told the difference between it and a bottle of California sparkling wine, but this was on Linda, and she enjoyed it quite a lot. The duck was great, something I did know from. At the end there were some light pastries and a really good decaf coffee. And all during dinner we were making goo-goo eyes at each other, holding hands when between courses, even rubbing each other's legs with our feet. We were teasing; we had to behave what with the chef and the waiter there, busy in our kitchen.
Linda played with the tips of my fingers. "Just you wait until they leave. You're all mine tonight, Baby."
