The morning of my birthday was a bright and sunny one. I awoke, ensconced in the bed sheets, my wife turned towards me, a smile across her face, her blue eyes taking in the sunlight and reflecting back at me.
“Good morning lover.” She kissed me upon the lips and eased herself up in the bed. I felt as her weight lifted off the bed and crawled towards me. “Hi there.” She leaned in and whispered to me, her warm breath tickling my ear in a way that I had always found intensely erotic.
My heart swelled with love, and I knew that I had made the right choice in asking her to be my wife as well as my soul mate. “Good morning my snuggler.” I hugged her hard, pressing her into me.
“Hey.” She feigned not being able to breathe and I let her go; she rolled away, and smiled at me. “Do you want a gift now, or do you want to wait until later?”
“I don’t know, its up to you, whatever you’d like to do with me is fine… it IS your surprise after all.”
My wife nodded. “Well come on, we need to get some breakfast in you.”
Reluctantly, I padded to the kitchen; my wife a few feet behind me. She came into the kitchen whilst I busied myself with cereal and bowls. She put on the coffee. It wasn’t until I had a full cup of coffee and a cereal; that I was finally able to sit down and enjoy looking at my wife.
We had been so busy, getting the kids off to sleep and regular, everyday, household chores that I had failed to see what it was that my wife had been wearing when she came to bed.
She usually wore a pair of my old shorts and a Tee shirt. However, it appeared that last night, she had forgone that and slept nude with me!
“Honey?” I asked her, as I could count the number of times that she’d gone from bedroom to kitchen in nothing.
“Yes?” She turned to look at me, a box of cinnamon toast crunch in one hand and a blue ceramic bowl in the other. When I didn’t say anything she simply turned back around and continued to pour the cereal, oblivious to the fact that she was naked. Her only clothing was our ever-present shoes, leg braces and socks that we would have to have in order to stand up and walk. As always her walker led the way. “Once you finish our breakfast I’ve got a few other gifts for you.” With that, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, her butt seductively wiggling with each step, headed back to our bedroom.
Needless to say, I could not help but wonder what it was that my wife had up her proverbial sleeve. I placed the cereal bowl in the dishwasher and chugged the glass of juice.
Once I was done with that I got on my crutches and hauled butt as fast as I could back to our bedroom. She was there of course, her shoes and braces there on the floor. She turned onto her stomach and beckoned for me to come to her. “Come’re lover.”
I walked over and placed my crutches onto the floor before sliding into the bed with her. She rolled over so that she was on her side and gently pulled me into her embrace. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She purred into my ear. She rolled over and reached underneath the bed pulling a clothing box out.
