The courtship was exciting, of course. The newness, the exploration, the adventures. It all added up to a heady experience, each of them pulling deeper and deeper into the other. After a while, to the surprise of neither of them, things settled down into a comfortable relationship. Many years of marriage allowed them to find out about themselves and their goals and desires. But there was the challenge of sameness that threatened to destroy the thrill. Date night was designed to fight that.
Date night responsibilities shifted from him to her and back again. This time, it was his turn. He liked to make it spontaneous; otherwise, date night became the sameness it was intended to combat. He mentioned in the morning that they had a date, allowing her to anticipate all day long. He said they would be dining at Le Petit Chat tonight. He didn't mention the limo. It was an extravagance, he knew, but that was what date night was all about.
Her eyes widened when she saw the limo. The driver opened the door for her and she went out of her way to show her stunning legs to her husband as she got into the car, pulling her dress up a bit more than necessary. His eyes showed the hunger she had hoped for. The ride to the restaurant was quiet, but the messages were loud and clear. The gentle touch, the silent nod, the quick smile, and the blazing eyes said all that was needed.
The meal was impeccable, as always. It was one their favorite restaurants, although they rarely found time to go. He admonished her to have only one glass of champagne; there was more to the evening and he wanted her to be alert and attentive. A few courses were brought out and they inhaled the aromas of the food, smiling warmly at the taste, and thought of dessert. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, she thought, but she set her sights lower.
The ride back home was quieter still. Replacing the gentle touches and smiles were more insistent rubs and looks of eagerness and desperation. She barely waited for the driver to open the door and she didn't bother showing leg; she would show plenty in a few more minutes.
She quickly pulled him into the bedroom, her desires turbulent and overwhelming her. He was slower, though, which made her even more aggressive. He kissed her gently, softly touching her lips with his, gliding his skin over hers. He knew what this felt like to her. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear lobe, listening to her moan with anticipation. He pulled back to look at her and told her how beautiful she was. As he moved forward for another kiss, one that was a bit more forceful than before, his fingers reached behind to unzip her dress. He slid her dress down past her hips and let it slide to the floor, all the while kissing her. He then reached behind to undo her bra, letting that, too, slide off her arms and to the floor. He moved back to let her step away from the circle of clothes beneath her. It was at that moment that he noticed she was not wearing panties. She watched him look below and smiled as she saw his response. She moved toward him and kissed him fully and passionately on the lips; he responded by cupping a breast in his hand. Her hands were busy taking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt while he toyed with her nipple. She then knelt to remove his trousers. As she slid his pants down, she saw the bulge in his briefs. She caressed it with her hand, making it twitch. She pulled his cock out and licked the head ever so gently, smiling at the response she got. She stroked him and sucked the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue over the head. Then she pulled all of it into her, as deeply as she could. He moaned, telling her how it felt.