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."
"I can't complain. Any lady who arranges such a delicious dinner like this, on Valentine's Day yet, deserves her own personal play toy. I'll be glad to serve that function for you, my Queen."
"I do love being your Queen. As long as I get to treat you as my King from time to time. In any case, I told you, tonight I just want to be loved by you. As long as we can go."
A little later the chef and waiter were done cleaning up and I tried to offer them a generous tip for the excellent food and service, but they told me the lady had already taken care of it. Linda thought of everything. I let them out after telling them I would recommend their company anytime, then I turned to go to our bedroom, where Linda was already, behind the closed door.
I knocked playfully. "Yoo hoo. It's me, your loving man."
"Give me a few more minutes, Baby? Get us something cold to drink, please."
"With pleasure" I answered. I poured us two glasses of ice water and used the other bathroom for a couple of minutes. Then I cooled my heels while I waited for my love to let me in.
A few minutes later Linda said, very softly, "Come in, my beautiful man." I entered with the two glasses and saw a whole bunch of candles lit all around the room. There had to be at least twenty, maybe thirty. They gave the room a soft glow, peaceful and seductive all at the same time. "Over here, my beautiful man." I followed Linda's voice over by our bathroom, where she stood leaning on the doorframe. She had changed into a baby blue silk baby-doll nightie, very short, with a matching pair of panties. I almost dropped the glasses from the vision of her. She had even touched up her makeup. She really knew how to seduce me.
I put the glasses down and stepped close to her, just a foot apart, maybe. I took her hand and lifted it to my lips, then I kissed the back before kissing her palm. "I'm always finding new ways to see you, and each time, you're more beautiful than the time before. My gorgeous Valentine."
Linda sucked in a small amount of air between her teeth. "Dennis, you excite me like I can't begin to describe. I get so hot from your touch, your kiss, even from the way you look at me. I want to melt about twenty times a day. My Valentine."
I stepped closer and we held each other as we shared the best kiss of the evening. Maybe the best kiss in a week, and we loved to kiss. One kiss became two became four and so on. I was still fully dressed but Linda saw to that. She helped me off with my jacket, then my shirt. The room was warm, but I still felt a slight chill as the silk of her top caressed my chest, now more muscular than it had been when we first met. She reached down to undo my pants while never breaking eye contact with me. "I still love undressing you, Baby. It's such a turn on when I strip you." She felt down around my crotch and her eyes showed her surprise. She wasn't the only one wearing silk that night.
