After a very busy week and after you had been away for a weekend wedding with your other extended family, we decided that we needed to have an evening of peace and quiet to ourselves. We essentially shut off the outside world by turning off our phone bells (nothing we needed was going to disturb us anyway) and made sure that we had laid in a good supply of food, wine, firewood and supplies for Jenny.
I was feeling (as were you) that we had simply not spent enough time together; we needed the closeness and we decided to basically do whatever we felt like and as the mood struck us. The house was clean, the laundry was done and we worked together in the kitchen preparing our supper for the evening meal. We decided to keep it light since the day had been quite warm and, even tough the evening was turning chilly, there was still some heat to burn off in the house. I made a tossed salad with flakes of salmon and light raspberry vinaigrette dressing along with some freshly baked French bread from the local bakery and a bottle of our favourite dry white wine (nicely chilled).
We moved our small table from the kitchen into the living room in front of the quietly burning fire since the house was now slightly chilly. I had lit a few candles around for ambiance and we ate side by side in compatible silence until we were done. I cleared the dishes and moved the table out of the way and then, curling up in my arms on the sofa (we were both wearing our relaxing jeans and white turtle neck sweaters); we turned on a lamp and read the paper and did the crossword together.
Every once in a while, you turned your head and I leaned down to kiss your honey sweet lips softly and breathed in the sweetness of your skin. We felt the warmth of the fire and our love for each other as it permeated the room! Our bliss was broken by the plaintive cries of Jenny as she announced that she was ready to eat and be changed. It was about 8:00 in the evening by now so we knew she was due.
We walked together into her room, changed her as she wriggled and cooed, and then I picked her up to hand her into your arms as you sat in the rocking chair. You reached down and lifted your sweater off over your head and sat topless with your gorgeous breasts swinging free as Jen settled into the crook of your arm and you started to stroke her cheek as you sang softly to her. She reached for the nipple you lowered to her hungry lips and she immediately began to suck.
I stood, as usual, mesmerized at the sight that every time I watched reminded me of a Michelangelo painting of Mary feeding the Baby. The look of love in your eyes as you gazed down at that sweet baby was one of adoration! I never tire of the sight!
Jen soon finished at the one breast and was obviously still hungry so you switched to the other side. I whispered to you that I would go and run you a warm tub since I knew that you were usually achy after a long feeding session. I would have a quick shower first.
As soon as I finished my shower and donned my short silk robe and boxers and had filled the tub with hot bubbly water, she crept up behind me and kissed me on the neck.
"Thanks for the tub, darling! I really need it. Why don't you go back downstairs and stoke the fire? I'll join you shortly. OK?" you asked.
Agreeing, I left you to your tub and soon had the fire crackling and a fresh cold bottle of wine in an ice bucket with two cooled glasses at the end of the sofa. I lit several candles around the room in order to give us some more romantic glow to the room and then turned towards the steps as I heard the padding of your bare feet on the steps. My god! What I beheld was a vision of such loveliness that I couldn't breath and my throat went so dry, I dared not try to speak!
You were standing there sheathed in a gossamer thin white gown that fell from the thin spaghetti straps over your shoulders to a gathering under your bountiful breasts and then straight to the floor just barely touching the tops of your feet. It was almost sheer and I could easily see the outline of your slim curvy body through the material in the flickering fire and candlelight! The match I was using to light the candles burned my fingertip and I hastily blew it out and dropped it in the fireplace. Licking my burnt finger, I walked lowly towards you as you did to me; reaching out with my dampened finger tip,
I lightly moved it across one of your nipples that were already erect from the movement of the sheer silk against them as you came down the stairs. You shuddered slightly as you felt the jolt of electricity flow through you as I teased the nipple so exposed through the almost invisible fabric of your gown! I reached down and brought my lips to yours as I whispered in reverence "You are glorious, my darling!"