It was hot this July. Jess was practically panting as she walked out of the office toward her car and the wave of heat swept over her. It had been over 100 everyday for the past two weeks and nobody was in a hurry to do anything. Today however, she was in a rush to get home.
Today Jess and her husband Ryder were celebrating their 10th anniversary. They had married each other very young and their relationship hadn't been the smoothest road, but she loved him. This had been a rough year for them, new jobs, moving to a new state, it had all taken a small toll on their relationship. She was always tired from work and so was he. It had been hard to find even a spare moment to have a conversation. They hadn't discussed any plans for the night. He had told her happy Anniversary on his way out the door that morning, and she imagined they would just relax around the house and maybe have dinner together. Traffic was turning out to be a bitch...
She got back to the house a bit late and Ryder was already there. He smiled and hugged her when she came in the door. "Happy anniversary hun." He told her again.
She smiled weakly and told him the same and that she was exhausted. She went limp in his arms. She wanted to stay there a bit longer but she was aching for a shower. She just needed to scrub off the grime that a southern summer brings with it. She made her way to the bedroom and hopped in the shower. As soon as the lukewarm water hit her back all the tension spilled off of her shoulders. She recalled something she had heard once about washing your worries down the drain but couldn't put her finger on where it was from.
As she got out of the shower something seemed different. The faint smell of lavender incense permeated the bathroom door, and she could hear the soft tones of her favorite music in the bedroom. It was a type of slow electric violin instrumental that nobody else seemed to have heard of.
Just then a light rap on the door snapped her back out of the trance and into reality. Ryder cracked the door open and walked in admiring her shapely figure. She was petite, a little over 5ft and 100 lbs. her eyes were a devastating hazel complementing her red hair, and she had an ass to die for.
"Hey there lover," he said, "you ready for tonight?"
"Sure?" She said hesitantly wondering what he had in mind. She made her way out into the bedroom and noticed the glowing candles laid about the room and the burning incense as she started to get dressed. She pulled out a low cut night slip and a matching lace thong that she had bought to commemorate the occasion and slid into them.
"What do you think?" She asked him as she did a little twirl in front of their mirror. Then she felt his strong arms close around her and she went limp again.
"Ravishing" he said, and then she felt his arms moving upwards and a soft silk scarf covered her eyes.
He lifted her off the ground and kissed her and she immediately fell back into the trance. The music, the smell of the burning incense, and the glow of the candlelight on her skin consumed her senses as he placed her gently on the bed. He kissed her lightly moving from her lips to her ears and down the side of her neck. He worked his way down to her chest and stomach kissing her and massaging her perfect tits, giving light pinches to her nipples. Then she felt his tongue softly flicking her clit and lips through the sheer lace of her panties. Just a slight touch, but never the less sent chills down her spine.