Steve noticed a small package on the kitchen counter. It was from Amazon and it was addressed to his wife. It felt soft, almost as if there were nothing in it. What was it he wondered?
"So what's in the package?" Steve asked his wife Karen.
"Hmm, you'll see tonight," she replied.
Today was their anniversary. After fourteen years of marriage and raising their son, they struggled to maintain intimacy. Both Steve and Karen tried their best, but time and familiarity made it difficult to think of sex as something new and exciting.
What Steve wouldn't give to experience sex with Karen for the first time again. He remembered going to a party with her about 20 years ago after meeting at work, and then going back to her place. They ripped off each other's clothes in the dining room of Karen's small apartment and were almost naked by the time they reached her bedroom. Steve remembers removing Karen's tight brown pants, exposing her panties for the first time. This was always something he thought about when pleasuring himself. And then removing her panties to see her pussy for the first time. The unfamiliarity and vulnerability of that moment was impossible to replicate of course, which was why things eventually become stale between married couples.
Recalling that first night in bed with his future wife always made Steve hard. He remembered sucking on her perfect tits and then going down on Karen. He thought that many women didn't expect a man to go down on them the first time they had sex, which was why Steve always did. She tasted amazing ΜΆ sweet and salty, just as good as he imagined it would be, and her moans confirmed this was something she thoroughly enjoyed.
He remembered licking her clit and feeling the urgency and lust of that first night. Steve wanted to please Karen, to make her feel good, and he sensed that she wanted to please him as well. Her hands fumbled across his flesh, eager to give him pleasure. Steve's tongue went as deep as it could for as long as Karen could stand it and then he gave her an orgasm with his mouth and fingers.
He asked if she had a condom and Karen dug one out of her bedside table. He always loved the feeling of a woman putting the condom on for him. The way she would hold his hard cock between her hands, rolling the condom on, felt so incredibly sexy.
The anticipation, the sense of being taken, and the cluelessness as to whether she knew what she was doing, or if she had ever even done it before. Steve always got on top of Karen, as he did that night, and guided his manhood into her tight, wet pussy. His rough thrusts were matched by her moans as he picked up speed and speed until he gave her another orgasm, this one with his cock.
Steve tried to remember every detail of that night, the smells, the sounds and the sights. His favorite was when Karen went down on him, but this was something Steve didn't often ask for because he knew it put Karen off. She said she didn't like the taste of cum. He remembered her moving down the bed on top of him and when Karen saw how hard he was she asked if she could kiss it. Steve said yes, and as she closed her lips around his shaft, and began to suck up and down. Then she opened her lips and released her hand, jerk him off while her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.
They fucked for hours after that. They must have fallen asleep at some point, their bodies spent, and they awoke at sunrise spooning each other. He thought it was beautiful in that moment, and although he would eventually lose that feeling of "newness," he would always long for that feeling of being in love.
Even with his wild youth, Steve had known that he wanted to be with Karen forever the first time that they had sex. Steve remembered looking over her body years later, when they were married and she was big with their son, and realizing that his thoughts of her had never changed; even after they had been together for over a decade. She had always been the most wonderful and beautiful girl in the world to Steve. Even now that he knew all her quirks and imperfections, she was still the girl that he wanted to make happy.
Pondering what his wife had in mind tonight, he went back to thinking about that first night with his Karen. The smell of her hair after he fucked her, her sweaty back against his chest as they lay on the bed, both of them spent. Her naked body next to his, the way their skin touched, and the way she looked at him. Steve was in love with that girl. They were young, inexperienced and falling fast from the heights of love.
And then, they grew up, got married, had a child. Things change.
...
That night, after taking their son to a friend's house for a sleepover, and an amazing dinner of fondue and champagne, Karen told Steve to strip down to his underwear and sit in the chair in the corner of their bedroom. She disappeared into the master bathroom with a small bag in her hand. Steve could hear plastic packaging being torn open and rustling around. Whatever she was doing in the bathroom was getting Steve excited.
Steve put on some soft music and turned on the six battery powered LED candles next to the bed. The room was bathed in dim, orange light and shadows danced on the walls as the artificial candles flickered. He could smell the scent of Karen's vanilla body lotion as it remained in the air around him.
As Karen emerged from the bathroom she turned off the light. Standing there in the dim light from the candles was the most beautiful woman Steve had ever seen in his life. She wore a black lace bra and panties with a garter belt attaching to sheer, black stockings. Her hair was tied back in a tight pony tail, with a flower crown criss-crossing her head and tiny buds of fake flowers pinned to her hair.
Her body was gorgeous. They had both put on weight since their marriage, but even with her extra pounds, Karen was curvy, sexy and feminine. Steve knew that she was self conscious about her body, so it must have taken a lot of courage to dress up for him tonight. But it was this vulnerability that really bonded them together. She was also a woman he knew who could look that sexy even with a few stretch marks on her hips.
"Now what do we have here?" Steve said half-jokingly. "Who is that?"
"This," Karen said as she slowly walked toward him, "is the girl you married."
