Slowly padding up the stairs, Keegan made her way to the bedroom, giddy with anticipation. The candles were already lit, and the rose petals already graced the floor, leading the way not to the upstairs room, but into the living room instead. She knew that it would probably confuse James, but it would all be worth it. With a naughty little grin, she quickly slipped into their bedroom and opened her special little drawer.
When James pulled up in the drive, he pursed his lips at the sight before him. From the drive, it looked as though the house was completely dark. After working all day in the office, coming home to an empty house and having to scrounge something for dinner was not his ideal situation. With a small groan, he climbed out of the car and walked through the side gate to the landing off the kitchen. Kicking off his shoes, James tossed his briefcase down on the first kitchen chair that he came to, stopping to stand stock still in the doorway. The kitchen table was dressed with rose petals and the soft glow of candles. Following the trail of silky petals, he found himself in the living room. It seemed that every solid surface was covered in votive candles, and the room smelled softly of Keegan's perfume. In the middle of the floor was one of the kitchen chairs, looking oddly alone. Walking over to it, James picked up the little handwritten note that rested on the seat.
'Dearest, all that I ask is that you relax and have a seat. I will be with you shortly. Keegan'
Of course, the curiosity and anticipation had James giddy and just a bit nervous. None the less, he slowly sat down on the empty seat and rubbed his damp palms on his thighs. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long before he heard Keegan's soft footfalls on the stairs. Curiously, he turned to look to the staircase to his left. Her high heeled shoes clicked softly on the wooden stairs as she descended, the long length of her ice blue silk robe just barely caressing her ankles. Sucking in a sharp breath, James sat mesmerized. It was shocking to see Keegan so lovely. It wasn't that she was not gorgeous, just that she spent so much time busy in her studio that he rarely saw her in anything other than paint spattered denim, with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail.
Nowhere was there to be found, the usual denim. Instead, Keegan was enveloped in the beautiful negligee that he had bought her for their third wedding anniversary. Until now, she had never worn it. Instead of her common pony tail, her soft brown hair floated around her shoulders, trailing down her back in waves that he was sure would be softer than the softest silk. God, she took his breath away.
With butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach, Keegan stopped at the foot of the stairs, simply staring over at James as he sat silently on the chair in the middle of the room. He looked handsome as usual, his dark hair slightly disheveled after a long day at work. The top button of his shirt had been undone, probably in the car, and his crimson colored tie was loosened slightly. She could see the muscles jumping in his thighs as she slowly perused his long legs encased in his neatly tailored slacks. Not daring to say a word, for fear of ruining the mood, Keegan walked toward James, but did not stop in front of him.
Instead, she continued around behind him, carefully pressing the button on the CD player. Soft, rhythmic music began to fill the room. Coming up to stand behind him, Keegan gently began to massage his tense shoulders, working her small hands into the soft cotton of his shirt and up his collar. Softly working the cords of his neck, she leaned near and began placing small kisses along his neck, reveling in the sound as he drew in a shaky breath. It was almost enough to make her feel guilty, knowing that it had been so long since the last time that he was as taunt as a bow ready for release. Trailing her hands up the back of his neck, she buried them in his hair, massaging his scalp gently before trailing her hands down to his shoulders. Leaning over, she whispered into his ear in a husky voice.
"Oh love, you look so delicious when you come home from work, looking so tired and in need of the kind of care only your loving wife can provide."
James sat stock still as Keegan began to run her hands down his chest, and back up to his shoulders. Stepping around in front of him, Keegan looked down at him, feeling her chest tighten with need and emotion. Looking directly into his warm chocolate eyes, she slowly ran her wet tongue over her lips, a silent promise. Turning away from him, Keegan took a few steps forward as the music changed to a song with a more throbbing beat, something that James hadn't heard before. In a lilting voice, Keegan began to hum along with the song, her sweet melody floating over the music, as her lean body began to sway with the beat of the tune.
Through her long lashes, she looked back over her silk clad shoulder, gazing back at her dear husband as she slowly began to dance for him, and him alone. Slowly, her body undulated with the music. Languidly, she caught up her hair in her hands as she raised her arms up over her head. Turning toward James, she slowly wound her hair into a loose bun atop her head, taking pleasure in the way that her tight nipples pressed against the soft fabric.
Trailing her small, delicate hands down her neck, Keegan ran her palms down across her swollen breasts, their tips teased by the pressure. In response to her own touch, she tossed her head back, arching her spine to push her breasts more firmly into her hands. As she stroked herself, she worked her hands, inch by inch, inside the fold of her soft robe. Still tied, it hugged her waist, yet James was rewarded with small glimpses of her heavy breasts encased in lace as she circled the tight globes. She moved in serpentine motions, dancing around him, tantalizing his senses. When she was less than an arm length away, Keegan locked gazes with James and began to untie her robe, ever so slowly.
As the silken confection fell away, James shifted in his chair. Standing before him was the goddess that he had married, encased in a lacy corset with matching lace panties. Absent-mindedly, she began rubbing his palms on his knees, bending forward a bit in anticipation. Sitting at eye level with her waist, his attention was caught by the sexy garter that she was wearing. His fingers just itched to slide those stockings down her long legs. Groaning, he reached for her, but she danced out of his reach. As she turned away from him, his pants became painfully restraining as he watched her bared ass sway in time with the music. He definitely didn't remember purchasing a thong backed panty for her. Damn, he needed to pay more attention from now on.
Coming back to stand in front of him once more, Keegan straddled his legs, sitting lightly in his lap, undulating her hips in time with the beat. Gasping at the feel of his growing hard-on under her, she grasped him forcefully by his tie and kissed him with all of the pent up passion that she possessed. Hungrily, they drank from each other, their tongues twining and dipping, tasting of each other. With a groan, James shifted his body and fumbled with his belt. Slipping a hand down into his pants, he adjusted his throbbing cock quickly, receiving a minute amount of relief.
