My wife was my first. Back in the day, this wasn't such an unusual thing. People got married earlier, you married your high school sweetheart, and we didn't have this wonderful thing called internet porn. If you're wondering whether I've fantasized about what it would be like to sleep with other women, the answer is yes. If you're wondering if I've been faithful, the answer is yes, well sort of. Let me confess.
It was our 20th anniversary, yet I was still only 40 and my wife Emily was 39. Things were tough for us financially, so we decided to have a very low key anniversary. To make it fun, we decided to make a contest on who could give the other the better anniversary present without spending any money.
I was pretty sure I was going to win it. I spoke to my mom for some ideas and she helped me out by giving me her 25th anniversary wedding ring to give to my wife. It was a 1.5 kt heart shaped diamond on a simple white gold band.
When anniversary day came, I had cooked dinner for us - some lobster and filet mignon. I thought cooking would put me over the top with this competition.
All throughout dinner, I had a triumphant smirk on my face. And ironically enough, Emily had quite a smirk on her face too.
"Thanks honey, that was such a wonderful dinner. Now let's open the presents. I can't wait!"
"I'll go first."
As I said that, I pulled the ring out of my pocket, went over next to her chair and went down on one knee.
"You're the only woman that I've loved for twenty years and you're the only woman I'll love for eternity. For better or for worse, till death do us part."
Tears welled up in her eyes as I took out the ring and placed it on her left ring finger.
"That's your mother's ring. I can't take that!"
"It was her idea and it comes with her blessings."
"I love you."
She hugged me tighter than she has for as long as I could remember. After quite the hug, she let me go and looked into my eyes. Her smirk returned.
"Now your present's upstairs, in the bedroom."
I really liked the sound of that as I grabbed her hand and rushed her upstairs. As soon as we got to our room, I stripped naked and sat at the foot of the bed thinking I was going to get some nice anniversary action.
She proceeded to turn on some jazz and started to strip seductively in front of me. First the white blouse and then the beige mini skirt. She looked gorgeous in her white lace panties. I could see her beautiful brown areolas peeking through the lace, framed by her supple C cup cleavage. I was starting to get semi hard when she surprised me. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a bunch of long black silk scarves. She told me to turn my head and, as I did that, she blindfolded me.
Then she told me to lay on my back, center myself, and to spread my arms out. She took my right hand and tied my wrist to the bedpost. She went around to the other side and tied my left hand to the other bedpost. That's when I realized that this was going to be something different. Emily had never played this with me before, but it was exciting and thrilling at the same time. I could have easily forced my arms out of the ties, but I decided to play along.
The next couple of minutes were a little peculiar. She was busy doing something, but I couldn't make out what it was. I did hear some giggling. At the foot of the bed, I heard her voice.
"Happy anniversary darling. This is going to be one you'll never ever forget."
"It already is the best anniversary I've ever had."
Then I felt her hands massaging my feet and ankles, working their way up to my shins. By the time she reached my thighs, I was already as hard as a rock. I never knew she could massage so well, it felt like a professional. Her hands were so soothing and relaxing, I was in a state of heavenly euphoria.
