John had called her from work and said that he had arranged a Valentine's Day dinner for the two of them. Rose was impressed to say the least and more than a little surprised. To be honest their 20-year-old marriage had grown a bit stale over the years, especially in matters of an intimate nature. Valentine's Day was something that other people had.
He had arranged for the children to be collected from school by her in-laws so she only had herself to get ready. Since he had made the effort she decided that she was going to do the same and she was to be ready by 6pm, as soon as he came home from work. She wondered where they would be going, perhaps that new Italian place, 'Rastellis,' on the riverbank or even 'The Barbican,' the rather exclusive steak house in the neighbouring town.
She decided to pull out all the stops and treated herself to a luxuriant bubble bath, pampering herself with her favourite Coco Chanel range; her skin glistened with a generous application of body lotion and a dusting of fine talc that made her already smooth skin feel like silk. It was a sad reflection on the state of things she realised, that she hadn't worn it since Christmas Day. She finished off with a spray of perfume to her hair, neck, wrists and feeling a little risqué on her curly auburn pussy.
She considered herself in the full-length bedroom mirror and although she carried a few excess pounds she wasn't at all bad for a forty-year-old mother of two. Her breasts were full and sloped down gently, her hips were slim enough and legs rather shapely. Of course her waist had thickened over the years but her derriere had kept its pert firmness; she had a quick glance at her ass in the mirror to reassure herself and grinned as she gave it a saucy little wiggle. She heard John come in at the back door and quickly brushed her long dark mane.
'You look and smell good enough to eat Rose my darling.' He said with a playful smile on his lips.
'Why thank you kind Sir, she beamed at him. 'Where are we going to eat?'
'We are going to eat in.' he said.
Rose turned her head away from him so that he couldn't see her disappointment; she had been really looking forward to going out for the evening, even though she knew that money was a bit tight.
'Oh that will be lovely,' she said unconvincingly, fighting back her tears.
'I've got everything we will need Rose. I'm going to give you a night to remember. Tonight you are going to be my lover, not just a wife and mother.'
At least he doesn't expect me to cook then thought Rose. John took out a red heart shaped cushion from the carrier bag he had brought in and lay it on the dining room table.
'This is for your pretty head to lie on my darling while I enjoy my dinner.'
Rose was getting a bit confused; did he say 'his' dinner, what about hers?
When he took off his coat he was wearing a full dinner suit.
'John you look great in that!'
He was such a good looking man but seeing each other every day made you lazy and take your partner for granted sometimes; she was glad she had made the effort for him tonight too.
'Now Rose sweetheart, you are going to be my obedient lover tonight and accept everything I might say or do.' The firmness in which he said it caught her off-guard but sent a tingle racing down her spine.
He told her to remove all her clothing, including her hold-ups and shoes. He wanted her completely naked. He sat back in one of the chairs and admired the view as she provocatively removed each garment. As she was bent over removing her knickers he gave her a playful pat on her bottom.
'Right' he said 'lie full length on the table on your back, the Valentine cushion will support your head.'
She looked a little perplexed at his request but did as instructed. They had only had sex in the bedroom so far in their married lives. Rose had read about women being 'taken' on the stairs, in the kitchen or living room but thought it was just for the romantic fiction writers to sell their books. Did people really do that sort of thing? It seems she was about to find out.
