My wife and I will soon be celebrating our 7th anniversary. For weeks, I've tried to decide on the perfect gift for the woman who has tolerated me for over a decade. I sit alone in my office, hands clasped behind my head as I ponder this important event in our lives.
Closing my eyes, I envision my wife. Her petite frame, her big spirited eyes sparkle with a childlike curiosity. I know she'll love any thing I do for our anniversary but that makes me want to find the perfect gift for her all the more; something she'll never expect in a million years.
Kicking my feet up on the desk, I lay back and enjoy the visions of her tanning in my mind. Her body glistens from the oils and drops of water slowly roll from her D-cup breasts down her stomach coming to rest at her belly button. She turns me on so much that the mere thought of her gives me a throbbing erection.
'I've got it! The perfect gift she'll never expect.' I spend the next few hours thinking of how to pull it off then I get started on my plan. Taking out a pen, I make a quick list of the items I'll need: 1. Her little book of internet friends 2. A sitter for the weekend. 3. How to plans. 4. Batteries
The day of our anniversary, I was called out of town, throwing my how to plans off completely. She was very cool about it saying, "We'll have all weekend. It's okay."
My meeting only took a few hours, leaving me the rest of the day to set things up. An hour before she expected me home, I called home, "Hon, I'll be there in an hour."
"Ok! I'll have dinner ready." she responds in a cheerful voice.
"No. Don't do that, I'll bring dinner."
"Cool! Thanks. So I'll see you in an hour then?"
"Yes. But in an hour you need to be in the bed wearing the blindfold."
"Excuse me.," she replies with a giggle.
"You heard me right. Do what I said. I have a surprise for you."
"Ok you pervert. I'll be in the bed, wearing a blindfold in an hour. Anything else?" she says, her huge smile obvious through the air waves.
"Yes," I replied. "Also have on a smile." I hung up the phone quickly before she could ask any other questions.
***** At the house*****
Arriving at home, I sneak inside to make sure she's in 'position'. I bribe the dog with leftovers from lunch to quiet him then make my way across the porch to the back door.
Pushing the door open slowly so that it won't squeak, I step in the doorway. Her gift steps into the dark room behind me. I begin to push the door closed as quiet as it opened. Slowly, the door gets closer and closer to the frame. I'm convinced we'll be able to sneak in undetected.
Just then the door lets out a very loud groan. "Honey, Is that you?" she calls blindly from the bedroom.
"Yes. Are you ready?" I call back.
"Um, I think so" she said with excitement in her voice.
Quietly, I made my way to the bedroom with her gift. I leave her gift in the doorway as I perfect the situation. My wife lay quietly and still on the bed. The sheet thinly draped across her breasts and midsection. She has candles lit every where and he room reeks of various plums, melons and breezes. The flickering light from the candles makes her exposed skin glow.
Running my hand up the inside of her thigh, I lean over and kiss her. "Happy Anniversary." She smiles back and returns the greeting. "Lie still, ok?" She nods and I quickly begin tying her hands to the bed with my ties. She doesn't fight me; she just lies there with her blind folded face looking my way. I kiss her gently on the lips again then lift my weight off the bed and onto my shaking legs. I watch as her head moves from side to side as if she's trying to see what's going on in the room around her.
I motion to her gift in the hallway to enter. He pauses a moment in the doorway gazing upon the beautiful woman that lies before us. He licks his lips in anticipation and makes nervous gestures with his hands; rubbing them together, adjusting his shirt, tugging at his tie. Even tied up and blindfolded, this tiny sexy woman is intimidating to even the biggest of men.
I watch quietly as her 'gift' moves from the doorway to the bed. His tall 6' frame blocks the light from most of the candles. I can't help but hope I've made the right decision. My stomach becomes tied in knots as he takes a seat on the end of the bed. He touches her foot; she jumps slightly, turning her head in his direction. "Hello.," she whispers to him. I motion for him to stay quiet. He nods in agreement.