This Valentines Day I came up with a plan to make it a special night in for my wife and I. The day before I ordered flowers to be delivered to her at work - her favorites of six red roses, five pink, and one yellow rose - with a note that read, "You are invited to a bottomless Valentines night," and signed it. I just wanted to peak her curiousity.
I made sure my schedule was clear for the afternoon. Did some shopping, picked up the kids from school, fed them, and dropped them off at Grandmas for the night. I returned home and began setting the scene. In front of our fireplace I moved the couch back to have more room; vacuumed and tidied up. Then I laid out a thick, soft blanket we both love. Then laid out four pillows, set up wood in the fireplace, and headed up to get myself ready for her arrival home.
Kari arrives home like clockwork, so about 20 minutes before that time I head to the kitchen and start preparing dinner and treats for the evening. When I hear the garage door open, I quickly remove my pants and toss them in the next room and adjust my chef's apron. I pour two glasses of wine and go back to cutting salad and wait for her to come inside.
"Hey Babe, I'm home!" she calls as she enters.
"Hellooo, in the kitchen," I reply.
As she enters the kitchen with the flowers I sent she says, "So what is a bot...," her sentence trails off.
I am standing at the counter cutting lettuce in a sweater she gave me, a chef's apron, and nothing else. My bare ass just hanging out for the world to see.
"Oh, now I get it," as she puts the flowers on the island counter. I turn around to see that she looks a little embarrassed but has that sexy smile she gets. She comes over and reaches around to squeeze my ass as we kiss, "So what does a bottomless Valentines Day entail for us?"
"Dinner, wine, then chocolate and strawberries, and fire and fun," I reply, pointing to each. I had lit the fire before starting in the kitchen.
As I tell her the agenda she had moved her hands to my front under the apron. One hand on my penis, the other finding my balls. She stops when she cups my balls. "What's this?" She lifts the apron and bends to look. I have shaven my balls clean. "Is this part of the party?" She kneels down for a closer look.
"A small part," I tell her as she fondles my balls, lifting my penis out of her way.
"I like this new look," She says from under the apron. I feel her tongue on my right nut and then she sucks it into her mouth. She gives the other the same treatment while holding my hard-on up out of the way. I lean back against the counter, it feels so good. "And I can't forget about you," she says to my erection. She gives the tip a wet kiss, then slides her mouth down the whole length and back a couple of times. She says, "OK, I need to go get ready." She jumps up, kisses me hard and deep. She turns to go and grabs one wine glass and takes a big sip. She sets that one down and picks up the other and starts out of the room. "I think a bottomless Valentines is going to be a great thing." She winks at me over her shoulder and wiggles her butt at me, "Give me 20 - 25 minutes."
I'm left leaning against the counter with an erection and a smile. I think this will be great too.
We've been married for 13 years and our sex life is still great. The kids are 11 and 9 and I think she is even sexier after having them. We treat ourselves to nights together, usually having a dinner out, a bottle of wine or two, and some hot love making session. When Kari gets some wine in her, her inhibitions fall, not that she has that many with me.
I am plating the pasta when she comes back down. She is wearing a button down sweater that hangs just low enough to cover her crotch. Her dark curly hair still has the wet look, hanging down past her shoulders. She has the sweater unbuttoned low enough to show a nice amount of cleavage. I love this whole look.
She pulls a stool from the counter and throws her left leg over it. "Bottomless, huh?" she says as she pulls the bottom of her sweater up. I start smiling like a kid who just got a surprise puppy. She has shaved her pubs, leaving just a small mohawk above her clit.
I put the pasta down and slide my hands up her inner thighs, "Bottomless indeed." I really love this whole look. My right hand finds her crotch, her lips parted slightly. She must have had some fun already while getting ready. I run my finger up her slit to find her clit looking for attention. Circling it with my fingertip, I kiss her deep, our tongues meeting each other.
"I need to eat so I don't get sloppy drunk on this wine," Kari says, holding up her empty glass.
"But its so much fun when you get drunk," I reply as I fill her glass. She snickers at me and takes a sip.
We stand in the kitchen and eat, admiring out half naked bodies, casually chatting. During that time we both have another glass of wine, one bottle finished.