This is my second attempt at a story and my first that will be in two pieces. Please let me know what you think below.
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"Date Night, Friday. I've already set up the babysitter. And I have a surprise for you!"
This is not that unusual a text for me to receive from my wife, Megan, when I'm traveling for work. She knows that I usually get back Thursday nights, take Friday off and then we have some to reconnect. The "surprise" mention however got my brain, and other parts, going.
I am the luckiest man alive. We've been together since the middle of college when she accidentally knocked me into a pool at a party, my clumsy, flailing self pulled her in with me and we came up face to face sputtering and laughing. She pulled herself to me and kissed me to apologize for dunking me. We sat on the side of the pool, wrapped in towels, and talked the whole night and the rest, as they say, is history. I'd be lying if I told you that I noticed her sparkling blue eyes, or auburn hair, or her smile that always made you think she knew something you didn't. No, I noticed her amazing breasts in that soaked green blouse that clung to her like a second skin after our impromptu water polo tournament. Her short curvy body was unfairly dominated by those "more than a handful" treasures, which I couldn't take my eyes off of. Nearly twenty years later and I still find myself captivated by them.
The rest of her is not far behind but she has always been noticed first for her tits, no matter what she's wearing or where she is. There's only so much she would have been able to do to hide them if she'd wanted to, thankfully she rarely did. The years have been kinder to her than her friends find fair, but in addition to her chest still being as jaw droppingly amazing as it was in college, her time spent doing yoga and running have kept the rest of her body in the same neighborhood. She regularly gets carded when we go out, much to her enjoyment.
Like I said, luckiest man alive. I not only scored a woman who is well out of my league, but one who is creative, adventurous and more, in and out of the bedroom.
After our second daughter was born, she went though a period of low self-esteem that when combined with my weird work travel schedule put a serious dent in our sex life. When we were dating and first married we couldn't keep ours hands and mouths off of each other. We tried damn near everything at least once, "You never know, maybe we'll love it!" was her mindset. We even did the swingers club thing a couple of times where we found out that she not only occasionally likes to be with a woman, but she likes to take a dominant role with one. I, of course, was happy to watch. But I was even more lucky to be the recipient when she would tell a playmate to "go fuck the shit out of my husband."
A destination wedding trip when the youngest was 2 (Thank you Mother-in-law!) let us find some of that energy again. After the first night's rehearsal dinner, she got a little drunk and admitted to me that she missed being freer in the bedroom and wanted to do that again. When she still felt the same way when she woke up sober, I agreed to help find a way to make it happen. Before we got back on the plane home, we'd somehow taken a very cute waitress to the hotel room with us and the spark was back.
This is all to say that when my wife says that she has a surprise, it is almost certainly going to be something memorable. I had to pull my focus back to the meeting I was in and count down the day and a half until I flew home.
