You looked so beautiful. Then again, you always did. Still, there was something special about that smile that made your beauty even more radiant. Of course, the surprise that we were going to see a play for your birthday and that I'd arranged to have our son stay with your mother was enough to bring a wide grin to your face. I hoped that the other surprises would keep you smiling the rest of the night.
The ride to the restaurant was short; I barely noticed anything but my beaming, beautiful passenger. You decided to wear your green wrap-around dress. It hugs your curves so nicely and also gives a nice deep view of your cleavage. It seemed that those around us would be getting a bit of an eyeful tonight. Of course, I don't mind. I never do, and I think you appreciate the fact that I like showing off my wonderful bride. You're very modest and I'm sure it has to do with the fact that you're not built like the models in those magazines. You have far gentler curves and I love the beautiful hour-glass shape leading from your prominent bosom to your narrower waist and back out to your hips. You fit the classic description of what people at work would call a 'sexy, thick sista'. Of course, they've never had the pleasure of knowing you inside the bedroom to find out just how sexy you can really be.
Your hand on my arm awoke me from my reverie and we left the vehicle, walking into the restaurant, arm in arm. The food was good, and so was the comedy. Afterward, the next surprise came when I walked you over to the club. The restaurant/theater and club were both part of the same hotel, so it was an easy transition to take you to the dance floor. After I ordered a Cosmopolitan for you we danced to a few songs until we reached one that was just not our style. As we found you a seat, I excused myself to go use the restroom. I can tell the vodka from the Cosmo was hitting you when you suggested that you could follow me.
"Not here." I said. "There will be plenty of that later." Again, you light up with a bright smile, this time your wicked smile. I think that might be my favorite.
After making sure that you were watching the dance floor and not me, I melted away to the hotel lobby and spoke with the concierge to get the other key to the room I'd arranged. This was a surprise I knew you would appreciate. I came back and found you eager to jump back onto the floor. "I have another surprise for you."
At your smile, I pulled out a small credit-card like object which you instantly dis-tinguished as a room key. You gave me a big hug and whispered. "I can't wait to put that to good use. Another dance?" We rejoined the dance floor, and after two more songs you excused yourself to the restroom. I took advantage of the opportunity and found my way to the lobby to make a quick call with my cell phone to finalize your last surprise. I made it back to my seat moments ahead of your return. You smiled wickedly as you gave me a tight hug and I felt you slip something into my pocket. As our embrace broke, I reached down to investigate and this time it was my turn to be surprised. I returned your wicked smile as I stuffed your panties further into my pocket. I knew you were ready to go up to the room.
"You won't be needing those for the rest of the night, I assure you." I remarked.
"Ooh, sounds like fun." You cooed. "Why don't we head upstairs?"
"After one more dance." I stated, and to your doubtful, slightly scared expression, I whispered, "Don't worry, Baby. No one will notice your dripping wet bare pussy. I'll just relish the thought of you dancing around, panty-less, getting wetter by the moment." You were still for a moment, thinking, before smiling nervously and taking my offered hand.
"OK, now take your wife upstairs and pound her like she deserves." You whispered to me as the song ended.
We made our way to the elevator and hopped in. Another couple was there and smiled. They got off on the next floor and when the doors shut, leaving us alone in the elevator, you immediately grabbed my hand and placed it under your dress. I could feel the heat as my fingers crept up your inner thigh and heard the sharp intake of breath as I slid a finger into your freshly shaven, and clearly very wet, pussy.
"See what you do to me, baby? I hope you're planning on helping me with this." No further witty remarks came from you and you simply closed your eyes as I ran my second finger in. You shifted a little for easier access for me, but soon enough we heard the soft 'Ding' of the elevator reaching our floor. As I slipped my hand out from under your dress you looked out into the corridor. Seeing it was empty, you raise my hand and place one finger in your mouth, then the other in mine. "Don't I taste good tonight, baby?"
I smiled and nodded my agreement as I led you down the corridor, "guiding" you along by conveniently gripping the left side of your lovely rear with my right hand. You responded in kind by reaching your left hand back and cupping my raging erection as we walked. Glancing down the corridors to make sure no one could see us, you massaged your breasts with one hand and your lovely ass with the other while I opened the door to our room. You rushed inside, pulling my hand toward the King-size bed in the center of the room, and then, just as suddenly, stopped.
The vodka had clearly had an effect on you as you were distracted by the balcony view and then a tour of the bathroom. "Awesome! Look, Baby, the tub has spray-jets!" you commented. Meanwhile, I pulled back the bedspread and you re-entered, untying your dress and tossing it on the chair near the balcony. You planted a .deep kiss on me as I spun you around me and onto the bed. I slowly laid you back onto the bed, kissing you, until you were comfortable with the pillow beneath your head. I silently ran two fingers down your forehead and you knew to close your eyes. Those eyes shot open as you felt me lift your right hand and clasp the Velcro of the restraining strap around it. "Ooh, Baby, are you going to tie me up and fuck the shit out of me?" you asked, smiling play-fully.
"You'd like that, now wouldn't you?" I toyed.
"Please, sir. Please give this pussy the pounding it deserves." you pouted as I finished strapping you in. You were now spread eagle with both arms and both legs tied to the bed posts. As I gathered the blindfold to place over you, you whined "Aww, I don't get to see you pound my wet little pussy?" I love when you talk dirty. That's how I can tell you're really horny.
"Oops, I forgot to fill the ice bucket. I'll be right back." .
"Aww-aw. You're so cruel." you lamented. "Hurry back, please, and fuck me."
You heard me leave and come back, the ice in the bucket rattling in my hand. "What's taking you so long to close the door, Baby?" you remarked nervously. "I don't want somebody peeking in."
"While I'm sure they would love the scene, you don't have to worry about that. Here, the door is closed." With that, you heard the door latch. "I just put up the 'Do Not Disturb' tag so we don't have anyone else come barging in here."
"Yeah, I don't want any surprise visitors. Not unless they're going to help you fuck your horny wife." you smiled, indicating your joke to me.
"Hehe, no, I think the only people we need to make sure you get a great pounding are in this room." I smiled, though you couldn't see it.
