This is the third chapter in the saga of Chris and Chloe Weber. While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read "Snugglebunny Ch. 01: The Beginning" and "Snugglebunny Ch. 02: Pillow Talk" to get the full context of what is happening here. For those not familiar with those stories, the two main characters often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister," but there is no incest as the two are not related. You'll need to read the earlier parts to get the background.
This is a radical departure from most of my offerings and contains no cheating, scheming, plotting or revenge. No one is beaten, shot, blown up, nuked, consumed by flesh-eating fish or sent to an alternate universe... I hope you enjoy this little tale. If so, great. If not, that's fine too.
As always, constructive comments are welcome and please remember, this is a work of fiction...
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September 2, 2092
The house was quite full as nearly five generations of the Weber clan had gathered to celebrate the 109th birthday and the 90th wedding anniversary of Chris and Chloe Weber, the current heads of the family. On this, the second day of the celebration, the family gathered in the main room of the house with Chris and Chloe and were busy listening to stories of their lives together.
"Grandma, what was the hottest date you guys ever had?" one of the teenage girls asked. Chloe closed her eyes for a moment as she pondered the question.
"Well, dear, there's been so many hot dates it's hard for me to choose," the older woman said. "But I guess if I had to choose, it would probably have been our 23rd birthday. What do you think, dear?" she asked, turning to her husband. Chris thought back for a moment, before nodding his head.
"Yeah, that was a memorable evening," he said, smiling. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered to that evening...
September 1, 2006
Chris pulled up to their house and closed the gate to the driveway. He was looking forward to their date that evening, since it was their 23rd birthday as well as their fourth wedding anniversary. They had already exchanged cards and gifts that morning as was their custom.
The two had just graduated from college a month before and were settling into their new jobs. Chris had just started working at the local paper as a photojournalist and was putting the finishing touches on a science fiction book he hoped would be published next year. Chloe had gotten a job working as a nurse at the local hospital.
Before he left for work that day, Chloe said she wanted to get an early start on the evening's events, so he arranged the time off with his editor, who knew it was his birthday and his anniversary.
"You kids have a good time and don't do anything I wouldn't do," his boss joked with a knowing smile. Chris thanked him and headed home.
His wife met him in the house and wrapped her arms around him.
"I hope you're ready for a good time," she said. He kissed her and stepped back, looking her over. God, she's so beautiful, he thought. Chloe always looked good and tonight was no exception. She wore a black skirt that fell a couple inches above her knees and a sleeveless halter top that fell just an inch or so above her skirt, showing a bit of skin between the two articles of clothing.
The bottom of the halter had a slight "V" cut with the sides a bit higher than the front. It was held up mostly by an elastic band at the top but also sported very thin spaghetti straps and he could tell that she was wearing a strapless bandeau bralette underneath. She completed the ensemble with a nice pair of sandals that showed off her dainty feet and had painted her toenails a bright red. As usual, she wore no pantyhose, which suited him just fine.
"God, you look good enough to eat," he said. She smiled as she twirled around, modeling the outfit for him. "And those are some really nice sandals," he added.
"Well, thank you, kind sir," she purred. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Now, go get ready, we have a lot to do tonight." Chris ran up the stairs, showered, shaved and dressed. He chose a pair of khaki trousers and a black polo shirt to match his wife's outfit. She looked him over as he came back down the stairs.
"You look pretty handsome yourself, Mr. Weber," she said. "Don't forget your new camera, and I hope you have space for lots of pictures." She had just given him a top-of-the-line digital camera that came complete with WiFi capability. He barely had time to get used to some of the features, and was more than ready to start using it. He also grabbed his video camera just for good measure.
"Why don't we start breaking in that camera right now?" Chloe asked, posing by the door. Chris was more than happy to oblige, taking pictures as she assumed various poses.
They locked up the house and got into the car. Backing out of the driveway, he looked at Chloe and admired her shapely legs, well-toned after years of dance lessons.
"So, what's on the agenda?" he asked. Chloe looked at his gas gauge before answering.
"You probably should stop and get some gas first," she said. Chris agreed and pulled into a gas station. Chloe got out of the car as he pulled up to a pump. "I'll be right back," she said.
"Okay, dear," he said as he began filling up the tank. He topped off the tank, and had just finished paying when Chloe returned. He noticed something different about her attire and couldn't quite put his finger on it at first. She stood at her car door, waiting for him to open it for her.
"Well?" she asked. "Aren't you going to take a picture?" Chris grabbed his camera and took a picture of her next to the car. That's when he realized what was different.
"Didn't that top have straps over the shoulders?" he asked as he opened the car door for her. She smiled and put two black straps into his hand as she got in.
"Yes, it did," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye. Chris looked at the two pieces of black material in his hand. This is going to be a night to remember, he thought to himself, making a mental note to observe her closely that night, especially her clothing. Knowing how playful Chloe could be, there's no telling what she had planned for the night.
"Where to?" he asked.
"I'd like to try that new steakhouse over by the freeway if you don't mind," she said. That sounded good to him, so he set out for the restaurant.
Once parked, he opened her door and escorted her into the restaurant, making sure to grab his camera. After being seated, Chloe excused herself to go to the ladies' room. A few minutes later, she returned and Chris instantly saw that her skirt was an inch or so shorter than it was before. She stopped and struck a pose before getting back into the booth. He whipped out his camera and took another picture of her.
She slid in next to her husband and surreptitiously slipped him a piece of black cloth under the table. He accepted it, his eyes wide. She looked at him with a wicked smile.
After they had finished their meal, Chris looked at his wife. He could tell she was getting excited about the things to come that evening.
"So, where to next?" he asked. He knew she didn't get dressed up just for a meal.
"Well, I've been wanting to see that new Samuel L. Jackson movie, you know, the one about snakes on a plane?" she said. Chris liked watching Samuel L. Jackson, so he thought that was a good choice. "And if we're quick, we can get to the next showing."
"Your wish is my command," he said. They drove to the theater, bought their tickets and endured the line at the snack bar before getting their seats. After getting over the sticker shock at the snack bar, they made their way into the theater.
They settled into their seats and Chloe excused herself to "powder her nose," which Chris knew meant that she was going to the ladies' room again. Soon, she returned, and Chris noticed that her top was shorter than before. She slid into her seat and handed him another piece of black material, smiling.
"You know I'm going to run out of pocket space soon, right?" Chris asked. "And I can't take pictures inside the theater."
"That's okay, sweetie," she said. "You can take a picture after we leave. And you can empty your pockets when we get back to the car."
They held each other as best they could in the seats while watching the movie. About an hour into the feature, Chloe excused herself again. Chris figured the Coke she was drinking was probably getting to her so he patiently waited. When she returned, he noticed her skirt was missing another inch or so from the bottom, revealing much of her well-formed thighs. This is getting good, he thought to himself.
She got back into her seat and handed him another piece of black material.
"There's more of this to come," she whispered into his ear while rubbing his trouser leg. "Lots more." Chris noticed a familiar stirring in his groin. Hot damn, he thought to himself.
After the movie ended, they followed the crowd out of the theater and made their way into the respective restrooms. He was out first and waited patiently for his wife, who came out a few minutes later. He noticed that her top was now considerably shorter than before, with her entire midriff exposed. As far as he could tell, the sides of the top were probably even with the bottom of her strapless bra.
She came up to him, handing over another piece of black material. They walked to their car and Chloe assumed a pose before she got inside, standing with her feet spread wide apart so Chris could see her shapely legs. He pulled out his camera and snapped a few pictures before they got in the car.
"Where to now?" he asked.
"Let's go dancing at that new club downtown," she said, rubbing his leg. He knew the club she was talking about. According to rumors, it had developed a reputation as a place where couples could get pretty frisky without getting into trouble, as long as they didn't make a major scene, like starting a fight.
