Chapter 1: Anniversary Present
"Happy Anniversary Savannah," I said in the sultriest voice that I could muster. I had just pushed open the door to the master bathroom and stepped gingerly out into the bedroom itself. My heart was hammering in my chest and my head felt a little light. But not for the reasons that I'd wanted. I didn't feel the excitement I'd hoped I could will myself to have. I felt like I was ridiculous.
Most of that, of course, was because of the way I looked. I'd taken my long, extremely straight auburn hair and put it into big, loose curls. I always hated the work that took to get that look and never thought it framed my face right. I thought long, straight hair for me worked. But Savannah always liked it. I guess that was the least of my problems though. I'd made up my eyes also. I had large, almond-shaped green eyes with naturally long lashes and I had put on thick, sapphire-colored eyeshadow to accentuate them. Savannah had a "thing" for really dramatic eye shadow, so I ignored the fact that I thought it looked sort of cheap. In fact, Savannah had a "thing" for dramatic make-up in general that I was trying to lean into. I had covered the thin smattering of freckles across my small nose and full cheeks in a shade that perfectly blended with my skin. My naturally pouty lips were painted a sapphire color matching my eyes.
All in all, the make-up, as usual, made me feel a bit like a clown. But that didn't bother me so much. It was the clothes that had me stepping tentatively out of the bathroom. Or, I guess, lack of clothes. Instead of a top, I was wearing a white and black, steel-boned corset that Savannah had bought me for my last birthday. I'd only ever worn it once before (the night I got it) and still didn't think it worked for me. I am small in stature, but I have a voluptuous build. I mean I have large, rounded breasts for my size. Squeezed into the corset, I felt like my tits were going to hit my chin. My hips were naturally wide and I had a decent hourglass shape. But the corset squeezed me down some sort of pinup proportion that made it hard to breathe. But I drove Savannah wild the first time I wore it. Below the corset, I wore a pair of sexy red panties and black knee-stockings.
That is to say, I was a little bit on display in my get up. That isn't usually something that I am particularly comfortable with. But it would be worth it to get the reaction I was looking for. My wife, Savannah, was lying on our bed as I walked up. She was rolled over onto her side, playing with her phone. As usual, Savannah was stunning. She was a good deal taller than me (5'10 to my 5'2) and had a model's build. Draped across our bed, she looked like a perfume ad. She had long, full dirty-blonde hair that was naturally highlighted. She had big blue eyes, flawless features, and a seductive mouth. Her body was lithe and lean with small, perky breasts (the kind I'd always wanted) well-made hips. Her ass was toned and muscular (she was a part-time yoga instructor at the time) and she had long, delicate legs. She didn't need to do anything to get my attention, but I was willing to work for hers. As I stepped out of the bathroom, her big eyes flashed up from her phone.
"Oh, hey Kat," she sort of mumbled and then looked back down at her phone, "Yeah, two years today huh?" she said. I stopped a few feet from the bed, feeling my stomach seize. Definitely not the reaction I was looking for. Or expecting. Maybe she hadn't noticed...somehow?
"What do you think of your present?" I asked, putting my hand on my hip and sort of raising it, playing into the pin-up look. Savannah's brow furrowed while she continued to thumb through Facebook.
"Yeah...I...umm...The fruit basket?" she asked and I laughed. I'd gone grocery shopping earlier that day and left a couple of bananas in the basket in the kitchen. Hardly a gift. But as I looked at Savannah, I realized that she wasn't joking. I let out a low breath and it sounded ragged. My nerves got worse.
"No, that was...never mind. No, not that. Look," I said, sort of waving my hands across my body. Savannah looked up at me again from her phone, a little annoyed. Her eyes moved over me now and she smiled slightly.
"Oh yeah, you look nice," she replied. I dropped my hip and ran my hand through my hair. How could I have misread this so badly.
"It's only, last week, you know, you asked why I never wore the corset and I thought...I put on the makeup and the stockings and everything," I said, my words coming out in a mumble.
"Yeah, I mean, I said you'd look nice. And you really do. So what is the gift if it isn't the fruit basket?" she replied. I guess I didn't know why I expected anything more than this. I loved Savannah so much...but she was never one to get this kind of stuff. Savannah would've worn what I was wearing, make up and all, to church. She didn't get why this sort of thing made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was my fault for expecting her to get it. I quickly pushed myself beyond my disappointment. This wasn't the entire gift anyway.
"Let me show you," I said, feeling excited once again. I walked across the room as seductively as I could. I hoped that Savannah was looking at me, and maybe getting a little enticed. I opened up my dresser and started digging around. Finally, I found what I had hidden in the bottom of my underwear drawer. I smiled as I turned it around and presented it to my wife.
"I bought us a strap-on," I said. Now Savannah's eyes brightened a little and she sat up slightly on the bed.
"Well, that could be a little fun," she said. I was a little disappointed still by her reaction. She said "fun" with the same kind of enthusiasm I might bring if someone suggested playing cards. But still, I had her interest. And that was something. I decided to try to get a little more out of her.