This is my second attempt at a story and my first that will be in two pieces. Please let me know what you think below.
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"Date Night, Friday. I've already set up the babysitter. And I have a surprise for you!"
This is not that unusual a text for me to receive from my wife, Megan, when I'm traveling for work. She knows that I usually get back Thursday nights, take Friday off and then we have some to reconnect. The "surprise" mention however got my brain, and other parts, going.
I am the luckiest man alive. We've been together since the middle of college when she accidentally knocked me into a pool at a party, my clumsy, flailing self pulled her in with me and we came up face to face sputtering and laughing. She pulled herself to me and kissed me to apologize for dunking me. We sat on the side of the pool, wrapped in towels, and talked the whole night and the rest, as they say, is history. I'd be lying if I told you that I noticed her sparkling blue eyes, or auburn hair, or her smile that always made you think she knew something you didn't. No, I noticed her amazing breasts in that soaked green blouse that clung to her like a second skin after our impromptu water polo tournament. Her short curvy body was unfairly dominated by those "more than a handful" treasures, which I couldn't take my eyes off of. Nearly twenty years later and I still find myself captivated by them.
The rest of her is not far behind but she has always been noticed first for her tits, no matter what she's wearing or where she is. There's only so much she would have been able to do to hide them if she'd wanted to, thankfully she rarely did. The years have been kinder to her than her friends find fair, but in addition to her chest still being as jaw droppingly amazing as it was in college, her time spent doing yoga and running have kept the rest of her body in the same neighborhood. She regularly gets carded when we go out, much to her enjoyment.
Like I said, luckiest man alive. I not only scored a woman who is well out of my league, but one who is creative, adventurous and more, in and out of the bedroom.
After our second daughter was born, she went though a period of low self-esteem that when combined with my weird work travel schedule put a serious dent in our sex life. When we were dating and first married we couldn't keep ours hands and mouths off of each other. We tried damn near everything at least once, "You never know, maybe we'll love it!" was her mindset. We even did the swingers club thing a couple of times where we found out that she not only occasionally likes to be with a woman, but she likes to take a dominant role with one. I, of course, was happy to watch. But I was even more lucky to be the recipient when she would tell a playmate to "go fuck the shit out of my husband."
A destination wedding trip when the youngest was 2 (Thank you Mother-in-law!) let us find some of that energy again. After the first night's rehearsal dinner, she got a little drunk and admitted to me that she missed being freer in the bedroom and wanted to do that again. When she still felt the same way when she woke up sober, I agreed to help find a way to make it happen. Before we got back on the plane home, we'd somehow taken a very cute waitress to the hotel room with us and the spark was back.
This is all to say that when my wife says that she has a surprise, it is almost certainly going to be something memorable. I had to pull my focus back to the meeting I was in and count down the day and a half until I flew home.
For the next 36 hours she sent me all manner of sexy things, from nearly naked selfies to promises of all sorts of dirty things she would let me do to her. But she kept coming back to a hint about how she thought she knew someone but was surprised. This had me boarding my flight home equal parts exhausted and horny.
Megan picked me up at the airport, waiting for me outside security with the girls, letting them run up and hug me before getting her full body hug in with a scorching kiss. She winked and turned to walk towards baggage claim like she didn't just set my brain on fire, leaving me to drag my carry-on while she put an extra sway in her hips in front of me. Luckiest. Man. Alive.
We get home and get the girls tucked in before heading to our room. As we crossed the doorway she spun to a stop and put her hand on my chest, "So, lets talk about your surprise....." At this point I'm thinking that I'm going to get my date night started early, "We're not having sex tonight..." she must have seen the shock and frustration on my face, "but I promise it will be worth it. Go shower and I'll show you."
More confused than usual I dutifully do as I'm told, showering the airplane and travel off of me, taking as much hot water as I could stand before heading back to see what Megan had planned. I came out of the bathroom wearing just my boxers and found an empty room with only her iPad on the bed. I walked over to pick it up seeing it open on the Notes app:
Jay, we've not had a proper adventure in a while so I was looking around for inspiration and you'll never believe what I found. Flip over to Safari and see for yourself.
I assumed that she had found some new sex club or porn site that she wanted to share but when the page refreshed it was instead an webcam page. Skimming through the page showed me a beautiful younger blonde who did a great job of keeping her face out of any of the photos. She did a fantastic job of showing everything else though. From just her naked body in the usual sexy poses, to a few more with her hands bound or other submissive set ups, I could see right away why Megan liked her, but still not sure what this had to do with tomorrow night.
