My wife and I love to surprise each other. Sometimes it's with material things, she'll get me tickets to a sporting event or I'll get her a trip to the day spa, sometimes it's by one of us doing the other's household chores to allow the other to relax, and sometimes it's with sex. We've been together for almost five years now, so we've pretty much tried everything we're comfortable with in the sex department and we know what each other likes. Beyond just knowing what the other likes, we also are quite aware of those one or two things that I like to call "chart toppers." You know, those couple things that your significant other does especially well that just put you over the edge every time.
With that as background, I very fondly remember the surprise I was treated to on my 32nd birthday. It was on a Friday, so unfortunately I had to work. But, the day wasn't supposed to be busy, so I knew I'd be able to somehow muddle through. We set it up so that she would pick me up from the office and then go straight to my favorite steakhouse for a nice dinner. We left the rest of the night unplanned, or so I thought, to see what we felt like doing after the meal. Friday morning came and I quietly got ready for work, kissed my sleeping beauty good-bye and walked the few minutes to the train station.
Just about a half hour before it was time to call it a day, the phone on my desk rang. I hesitated before picking it up, fearing it was the boss with a last minute task I needed to complete before checking out for the weekend. My worries quickly evaporated when I heard her voice on the other end.
"Happy birthday Baby."
"Thanks," I said, "I can't wait to get out of here. Where are you now?"
"Not far from the office," she replied. "Do you have any ideas for what you'd like to do tonight?" she asked.
"No, not really. Although I'm leaning towards just going home and relaxing. We haven't done that in what seems like forever." I answered.
"Sounds fine with me. Remember, tonight is all about you. I'm just your humble servant." She giggled.
"I like the sound of that," I breathed quietly in the phone in case any of my coworkers had prying ears.
"Yes Baby, it's all about you tonight." She repeated. She moaned seductively into the phone and then hung up before I could say anything further.
The sound of that moan acted as an instant aphrodisiac and as soon as quitting time came, I fairly raced out of the building to where she waited in the car. To my surprise, she was standing outside the car. As I got closer, I saw why. It was to show off a new outfit; a short black skirt that came a couple inches above her knees and showed off her smooth tan legs, a matching sleeveless top that revealed ample cleavage, and a pair of heels. Her hair was down, just the way I like it.
"Hey Sexy." I called, "waiting for anyone in particular?"
"Just my birthday boy," she replied with a smile.
"You are extremely hot," I informed her as I gave her a hug and kiss, breathing in her delicious perfume.
"I bet you tell all the girls that," she kidded, getting in the car.
We drove the thirty minutes to our favorite steakhouse, talking over our respective days and possible plans for the coming weekend. The meal and service were excellent as usual and a little after eight we left the restaurant for an evening stroll through the nearby park. We stopped in a secluded area by a bench and she planted one of those deep passionate kisses on my lips, sliding her tongue deep in my mouth and softly moaning. After a minute we pulled apart and as we did, her fingers gently brushed against the front of my pants, pausing just for a second to tease my already hard cock.
We walked back to the car and she handed me the keys, "you drive," she said.
As I navigated the car homeward, she leaned over and gently sucked and nibbled on my ear, every once in a while giving me one of those seductive moans or, better yet, looking at me with those world famous "fuck me" eyes. As we pulled into the driveway, she placed her hand in my lap, gently rubbing my cock through my pants.
"Here we are," I said, "let's go inside."
"What an excellent idea," she replied as she stepped out of the car and walked to the front door.
We entered the house and she said, "why don't you go down to the rec-room and watch baseball? I have some things up here to take care of and then I'll be down."
"Ok," I said, struggling to remember the last time I actually had time to sit down and enjoy a game, "but hurry, I want to watch it with you."
I went down stairs, flipped on the Red Sox, and settled back on the couch to await her arrival.
About five minutes later I heard her coming down the stairs. I turned to greet her as she walked in the room and nearly lost my breath at the sight. There she stood in another new outfit. I'm not good at all the fancy names, so I'm not sure if it was technically a negligee, all I know is that it was black, lacy, skimpy, and incredibly sexy. She smiled a sly smile and her brown eyes sparkled mischievously as she walked over to stand in front of me.
"You like?" she asked.
"Like isn't the word girly. I love. You look amazing."
