My wife and I had been empty nesters for about five or six months. Our youngest child had gone to college in the fall and now we were obviously home alone so much more than before. Not too much had changed as we were both busy with our careers and we had certain routines around the house and a few activities. I had always imagined that our sex lives would ramp up if we had a house to ourselves again, but thus far the frequency and style of our love making had basically gone unchanged. We were always busy with something, often work, and we still resorted to scheduling sex into relatively limited time slots.
I wanted to spend time with her. I wanted to see her naked and slowly touch her body. I wanted to reconnect physically in a more adventurous way and I wanted her to feel the same way. In a large percentage of our sexual time together, the act was simply geared toward and defined by my orgasm - which on many, many occasions was fine with me. We both were leading busy lives and I loved and appreciated that she always found a way to keep me satisfied. Once in early December I had attempted to lure her into an extended romantic session, but I believe the suddenness caught her off guard and although she accepted my advances it was not what I had imagined. I was looking for a bit more and I needed to put it out there again in a little more appealing way.
We were approaching a long weekend with nothing on the calendar and it was time to be assertive. I confirmed with her that we didn't have plans and I asked her if she was up going out for a nice dinner. She agreed and I made all of the arrangements. I made reservations at a somewhat casual but still nice dining spot. I hoped it would feel trendy without being too crowded.
I picked an early time reservation time in hopes that my wife would sense that there was more to come. I supposed she might have expected a concert or some type of show based on what I told her, so my challenge was for her to want to simply spend the evening with me.
Before dinner, I was able to stage the house a little bit. Step one was placing some mandarin massage cream and towels in a discreet spot near the bed and stash our lubricant in the bedside table drawer. Next, I found our portable speaker and tested my ability to get my phone synced to it. I really went deep into my old playbook and I loaded
Souvlaki
and
Whirlpool
into a playlist. Finally, I positioned a strand of unplugged white Christmas lights behind the tv on the dresser. I figured if I was going to attempt to seduce my wife into a couple of hours of lovemaking, then I was going all in.
Dinner went great. My wife had a small sandwich and I had pasta and one glass of wine. The restaurant felt like a place where you would take a first date. Even though she hesitated a little, I know she likes dessert, so I ordered cheesecake that I knew we would share. This is when I finally turned the conversation to the rest of the evening's activities.
"I have a little something planned back at the house. I hope it is ok if we head home after dessert?"
"I could tell you had something on your mind," was her response.
She didn't look disappointed. I could tell from her smile that she was ok with the basic idea. I have always been much more outwardly sexual than she has, so it has been twenty-five plus years of me almost always in constant pursuit of her and she consenting once or twice a week on average. I immediately regretted ordering dessert. I was ready to go.
When we arrived home, I told her to give me two minutes upstairs and that I would come get her. In our bedroom I draped the Christmas lights up and back on forth along the length of the flatscreen tv and plugged them into the powerstrip. I placed the lotion and the towels on the top corner of the bed farthest from the door and I found my playlist on my phone and was able to get the music started. On my way out, I turned off the overhead light and checked out the setting I had created. It wasn't too over the top with the lighting and the music, but the message was loud and clear: this room is for making love.
"Do you want anything before we go upstairs?", I smiled and put my hand on her back. "Something to drink?"
"I'm ok," she said.
"You mind if I make a drink?"
"Sure."
"Which would rather taste on my lips, bourbon or wine?"
"Either is fine." She gave me half a smile.
I put a couple of ice cubes in a glass and poured my bourbon.
"I am going to bring you a bottled water and a Diet Coke in case you change your mind." My wife only rarely drinks alcohol anymore but loves Diet Coke.
Finally, we went upstairs.
At the doorway to the bedroom, she stopped and turned toward me.
"Looks nice," she said and leaned up and kissed me.