It has been a little over two years since we first met online and became lovers from the outset. Although we didn't meet face to face for another three months (and marry within six months of that personal meeting), we have always considered that first meeting in cyberspace as our anniversary date. To that end, I wanted to plan a special surprise for you, my darling. As my wife and the mother of our young child, you have been the source of the greatest joy and happiness to me in our short time together.
Now, we have had many adventures together - both in the privacy of our own home and in the public eye – so I knew this time had to take some planning and a bit of imagination if I was to pull off what I wanted to do.
First, I picked a date close to our anniversary; not right on the date since I thought that I could pull off a surprise better if I was a week early. I then called Philippe, the maitre d' of our favourite French restaurant. It was located in a somewhat offbeat part of the city and was housed on the street level of a seven-story building. The flights above comprised a very exclusive hotel owned by Philippe's family, all of whom I knew since I was their accountant. It was time to pull in a few favours.
What I had planned involved the rooftop garden that was maintained for the daytime relaxation of the hotel guests. In addition to several clusters of patio settings, it had a small heated pool that was screened from the rest of the surrounding buildings. In fact, in this area of town, the Petite Bijoux (the name of the restaurant and hotel) was the tallest structure for many surrounding blocks.
After a few calls to Philippe, all was arranged. I called you at home from my office to let you know that I since I was leaving town on business for two days prior to our anniversary and that I had arranged something special for the night of our special date, I thought we could have dinner at the Petite Bijoux the next night. Of course, you were delighted since we were always so well treated there by staff. I detected a bit of disappointment in your voice however since I suspected you had hoped that we would go there on our anniversary. But, since you knew me by now, you knew I would plan something equally romantic.
The next night as I awaited you in the living room – the sitter was already upstairs playing with the baby – I could scarcely wait to see you. We had recently gone on a shopping spree and you purchased a spectacular dress and some very sexy lingerie; I was hoping to see you wearing them tonight although I hadn't pressed you to do so. Much to my pleasure, I watched the stairs as first your well-turned ankles appeared – your feet clad in strappy 5"heels that accentuated the beauty of your exquisite calves. The gossamer gown was secured at your neck with a jeweled dog collar and was cut very closely to the outside of your breasts. From there, it plunged low on your smooth silky back to just above the start of your firm, rounded ass. The soft material cascaded from the empire waistline to your ankles and shimmered silvery white as you descended the stairs. Your breasts and the perky nipples atop them were just barely visible!
"Wow!" I was struck virtually speechless; that was the best I could come up with! "You look fantastic, my darling! What is the special occasion?"
"Just being with you for a romantic evening together, my sweet husband. Now, shouldn't we be off since you said our reservation is for eight?" You handed me the white soft knitted shawl to put over your bare shoulders as I reached down to run my lips over each smooth surface before I covered them.
We walked arm in arm to the car and I seated you in the passenger side. As you swept your legs around, I could see the slit in the side of the gown running almost all the way to the waist and the flash of bare thigh immediately set my heart to racing (and another part of my anatomy to attention). I had to adjust my cock a bit as I walked around the back of the car since it was pinching along my leg and might distract me from my driving!
As I slid behind the wheel, you leaned across the console to give me a deep passionate kiss and we sat in the driveway, exchanging kisses and loving words for five minutes until we drew apart and, smiling at each other, buckled up for the hour drive. As we drove, we held hands and chatted happily about our upcoming anniversary and what we wanted to do to celebrate it. I went along quite blithely since I thought my surprise was well in hand.
We pulled up in front of the hotel entrance – the restaurant had an entrance off the lobby – and the valet took over the car. As we entered the intimate lobby, both Philippe and his father who ran the hotel approached us. "All is arranged as you requested, sir" Philippe smiled and led us to the private family elevator in the rear of the lobby.
As we entered the small car and started our rise, you looked at me with doubt and wonderment. I assured you that Philippe knew what he was doing and my assurance was greeted with a smile from the maitre d' in the mirrored door of the elevator. At last, the car stopped its slow climb and we stepped out into a fairyland of sparkling lights and shimmering candles. The night was balmy and there was virtually no breeze at all so the rooftop paradise was perfect.
"Your table awaits," said Philippe as he led us to a solitary candle lit table for two beside the small pool. Floating candles and gardenias adorned the surface of the blue water and you quickly noted that the rest of the roof was void of customers. After he had flourished your linen napkin across your lap – I had held your chair to seat you – Philippe opened the bottle of champagne and poured us each half a flute full and then he disappeared into the elevator.
