I often like to seduce my wife Kelly by creating a romantic fantasy evening for her. I like to put her in a complete state of relaxation and help her to enjoy herself completely. Not only do I enjoy giving her that, but also as you may know from my other stories, she well deserves it. I call these nights "Worshipping Kelly" nights. I'll describe what happened one recent evening of worship.
I start by thinking ahead for at least the entire morning and afternoon about exactly what I want to accomplish that night. What kind of mood do I want to invoke? Mysterious and exciting? Meditative and tranquil? Complete relaxation followed by intense stimulation? This evening I had decided on the latter. Once I have a theme in mind, I begin preparing the house well in advance. I start with the bedroom since it needs to be ready all at once, and I won't get back there later.
I set small candles up all around the room, along with a stick of high quality incense (not the cheap, stinky kind). Of course, I didn't light them yet, but I like for them to be ready. I also cued up our bedroom VCR with an X-rated video and put the remote near the head of the bed. For tonight, I chose a compilation Jill Kelly video that we always enjoy, an oldie but goodie. And of course, part of any romantic setting is fresh sheets and a clean room, so I made sure to clean not only the bedroom but also the entire house until it sparkled. Finally, I set out the toys that I expected to use this evening on a folded towel next to my side of the bed, for easy access.
Next, I went to the computer in our office to select the music for the evening. I have a huge collection of MP3's that spans many genres. For tonight I felt a mix of new age music would be most effective, so I created a three-hour play list of Enya, Dead Can Dance, Enigma, and some ambient techno. After that, it was off to the bathroom to set up more candles, and then I had some shopping to do.
Part of romancing your wife is being able to cook her a wonderful meal. Tonight I was going to make a fresh seafood dinner including a spinach salad with shrimp and berries, grilled mahi-mahi, and a dessert of tiramisu for us to share. The tiramisu I bought, I'll confess, but I did make the rest. I topped it off with a nice French Syrah for us to sip on, and a few artfully placed fresh flowers. I finished my shopping with the starters: soft Italian and French cheeses, specialty crackers, and fruit.
Thus when Kelly arrived home from work, I was ready for her with a complete environment of relaxation and romanticism. I'd just drawn her a hot bath complete with bubbles, soft relaxing music was playing from another room, candles were flickering throughout the house with no lights on except in the kitchen, and two glasses of wine were in my hands.
Kelly rapidly drank half of her glass as she stripped out of her work pants and sweater set, heading for the bathtub. I refilled her glass and brought out the appetizers. Kelly loves cheese and fruit, and enjoys it even more when I feed them to her while she is up to her neck in a hot foamy tub. She climbed into the bathtub and slid under the bubbles, promptly turning her head towards me and opening her mouth. I plopped a seedless grape in.
"This is wonderful honey," she told me, "You have no idea how badly I needed this today." Open, a piece of brie on a cracker. Content sigh.
I continued feeding her little snacks and sips of wine while we made small talk about our days, and then had her lean forward so I could wash her entire body with a soapy cloth, beginning with her back. I gently rubbed the cloth all over head back and dripped hot suds down her neck and spine, and then did the same to her arms, legs, neck, breasts... I didn't make any sexual contact yet, only loving caresses to ease the tension from her body. After that I left her to soak for a few more minutes while I finished the mahi.
About fifteen minutes and a short rinse in the shower later, Kelly emerged from the bathroom wearing the short ivory satin Victoria's Secret robe I'd laid out for her. It was tied loosely around the waist and she wore nothing underneath. She'd taken the time to put on some of the white eyeliner I like along with a brownish-red lipstick, and had applied my favorite perfume. Her wine glass dangled empty from two of her fingers. Her timing was superb since I had just finished the dinner. I served her on our good china and refilled her glass as she cooed her pleasure at the seafood extravaganza I placed before her. Kelly loves seafood, and it's a quick straight line to her heart.
We enjoyed a leisurely meal, savoring the fish and the salad. Afterward, when I brought out the tiramisu, we eagerly dueled one another with the tines of our forks for each delicious bite. Then we moved out to the living room to cuddle and let our food settle. For the next hour we simply relaxed and talked, lightly caressing each other's bodies. Finally I couldn't wait any longer and led her to the bedroom. I had her lie facedown on the bed and spread a towel across her legs. I took a bottle of massage oil, squeezed a generous amount into my palm and warmed it by rubbing my hands together before touching her shoulders.