And just what would the perfect gift be? I wondered this to myself, as I walked aimlessly down the mall, aisle after aisle, store after store. The possible Valentine’s Day gifts were now starting to run together, all turning into one lousy gift after another. This time, I wanted something special. For after these years of marriage, the only communication we seem to have lately had to do with how the bills would be paid, how to make my paycheck last, and who was picking up which kid at what practice and what time.
I am really just always feeling tired it seems, and I can’t understand why. I wonder what has happened to me and the woman who used to stop me in my tracks. Once upon a time she had me tongue tied to the point that I was surprised I was even able to get any intelligible words out at all in her most ravishing presence. I must have done something right, for she did her best to translate the odd sounds that were emanating from my mouth. Oh those first few years (before kids) were so sexy. I remember her making me feel like the sexiest most desirable man on the planet (no small feat at that). I remembered being so caught up in that that I would make love to my beauty for hours, and just revel in her power and intensity of orgasm after orgasm. What had happened to those people, those extraordinary sexual beings, so totally in love and in lust that there was never enough? I had passed through the New Year resolving to let no more time slip away in my quest to recapture and rekindle our fire, and this Valentine’s Day would be my great chance.
I wanted to remind my love, of my love, of our love - how that passion and desire had made us so strong. As I walked my reverie brought me back to that first time her beautiful little hands had taken my rock hard cock, and fed it into her luscious mouth, and how hard breathing was at that instance. I wanted to remind her that just being with her was such a gift, and how making love to and with her was so exciting.
My trip to the mall was an attempt to try to do, or find, something to re-ignite our fires. Oh I went to the usual, Victoria’s Secret and Frederick’s of Hollywood, and they had a lot of cool stuff, but somehow, something off the rack, wasn’t my Robyn. I really did not see anything that I thought would give her the joy I wanted her to have when she put whatever I found on. I also realized a lot of her perception of this piece would be the look on my face, and though there were several sexy and even kinky things on the racks, it was just that, that bothered me, off the rack. I just could not see her in any of these things, and chuckled to myself at how she can arouse me in just a t-shirt, especially once she sees the obvious sign of my arousal, and what that does to her nipples. God, there is nothing like seeing them hard, straining for my mouth, against soft cotton.
I left the mall in quite the state of dejected distraction, and went home to try to rethink my plan. Luckily, no one was home as I entered the house through the garage door. I decided to try the Internet, to see if I could find some other sources, with perhaps a better idea of who we were. I used a search engine and scrolled through page after page, occasionally getting excited by a listing, only to be discouraged by the site and or what it had to offer. Then using both exotic and lingerie in the same search string, a little site eventually popped up, Vwear, and right away I loved what I was seeing. It was obviously a small business and must be relatively new, for the website’s url did not have the .com, but one of the newer extensions. It was also small enough that the mission statement of the designer, Veronica, was being adhered to, for the simplicity of many of the designs made for such classic erotic pieces, that I could excitedly imagine Robyn in so many of them. There were several divisions to choose from: House of Veronica for the milder, classic designs, Verotica where I spent most of my time for there were so many great designs in lingerie there, and Verotixxx with some really hot and kinky things. (I hoped perhaps a later visit would mean an outfit from there, if all went well with this try.)
I finally found one in Verotica that was just perfect for her, called the Bare V, a fabric V that barely would cover her beautiful, ample breasts at the top, and pubic curls at its bottom. I sent an email to the designer herself to discuss price and my order. I have to admit a strong feeling of anxious anticipation, as I awaited my answer. So many fantasies of how we would have so much fun, like we used to, exploring our limits, sharing our desires and wants, pushing them past the limits, and to tell the truth, I could not wait. I was pleasantly surprised at how hard I felt myself becoming as I only thought about this.
It didn’t take long, and Veronica’s pleasant reply gave me all the information I needed to supply size, color, and material. We got the details down and I eagerly placed my order. Oh boy then my anticipation went into overdrive! I could hear Robyn’s car as she pulled into the driveway. I could barely contain myself. She came in through the door in a swoosh of beauty and said hello as she hung her keys up on the key rack and her purse on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. I walked over, took her in my arms, and kissed her passionately, and even through her disbelief I could sense a stir in her.
“Where are the kids?” she asked.
“They’re up at your folk’s cabin for the weekend” I replied with a sly smile.
I could see her eyebrow lift a bit, and a hint of a smile, as she said “hmmmmm.” I grabbed her hand and said “come with me, my love, I have something for you.” She let me lead her silently up the stairs to our bedroom, where the lights were off and several candles and incense sticks burned; with soft music in the background. I watched as she stopped, and let her eyes drink in the scene, moving slowly as she checked out all my work. She started towards the bed as she saw the bottle of champagne chilling in the holder next to the bed.
