I want to thank two members of the Romantic Marriage Stories Forum for their help in producing this story. First, the post by BlissfullyMarried suggested the basic idea for the story. Then two different posts by Serenity contributed some really great ideas that I incorporated in it. My sincere thanks to both of these very romantic wives. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Part I: The Idea
"Terry, you know how I'm always looking for new ideas on how to spice up our marriage?"
I looked at Laurie suspiciously. What had she come up with now? However, I must admit that her ideas in the past have been absolutely sensational. Her Valentine's Day games, just to take two examples, were fantastic--highly romantic and very sexy!
"Yes...," I said slowly.
She smiled brightly at my acknowledgment. "Well, I've come across this Web site that deals with the wife's needs and the husband's needs in a marriage. Of course, there's a lot a husband and wife have in common: we both need to feel loved, we both need physical intimacy...um, that means 'sex,' in case you were wondering what I meant.
I gave her a droll smile. "Thank you, Laurie, I was able to grasp the meaning of the phrase."
"Oh, right, good! But," she continued with renewed enthusiasm, "men and women also have different needs--sort of 'his needs and her needs,' as this Web site describes them. Women have a really strong need to feel, not just loved, but cherished--in both words and actions. She wants to hear words of love and feel cherished in how her husband treats her. That's what makes her really want physical intimacy."
For a moment I wondered if Laurie felt like I wasn't meeting her need in this regard. Suddenly, I became concerned.
"You don't feel cherished? You're probably right, I should be much more attentive in that regard. I can try..."
"No, no, that's not what I mean at all! You're a very loving husband. I've just got this idea...but let me tell you about a man's needs first.
I relaxed a bit and again felt free to interject some humor. "Yeah, I've been wondering what those were."
She scowled at me. "Now be serious. Here's what I mean: a man has a strong need to be reverenced and respected. But as far as intimacy is concerned, there's one really big difference between men and women: a man is visually stimulated much more than his wife is. He can get a desire to make love by mere sight or suggestion. So one way for a wife to reverence her husband is to be really sexy for him."
"But you do that. I find you very sexy."
"Well that pleases me very much, but I still haven't gotten to my big idea. Yes, I think we have a great marriage. I do feel cherished, and you know I want to be sexy for you. But here's my idea. Why don't we do something really special? I mean super-wow each other. Maybe for, say, five days. I'll use every bit of imagination I have to super-wow you with sexiness. Of course, that will be very difficult," Laurie added with tongue-in-cheek, "but I'll try my best. Then for the next five days, you can do everything you can think of to super-cherish me--until I just can't wait to fall into your arms and make love. Doesn't that sound heavenly?"
"Well, that might..."
"And here's one more little feature. We have to pick a theme song for what we want during our five days. My song will be 'Cherish' by the Association. You remember, he says to the girl,
Cherish is the word that I use to describe
All the feelings that I have hiding here for you inside.
"Now, can you think of a song for your theme?"
I thought for a moment. Yes, Laurie had really come up with a marvelous idea. Sort of like a super-charging session for our marriage. Yes, we'll have to come back down to everyday living after it's over, but the effects of that super-charging should be long-lasting indeed. I'll have to become really creative in thinking of ways to cherish Laurie. But then my mind switched to much more erotic themes. Various visions of Laurie in extremely seductive attire flashed before my mind's eye. My week. The song just seemed to pop into my head.
"Yes, I can think of a song--by Shocking Blue: 'Venus.' You remember the song?"
Laurie looked a little sheepish. "Yes, I remember the song."
"The lines I'm thinking of go something like this:"
I'm your Venus
I'm your fire
At your desire
"So I'm looking to you to fire my imagination. And you do catch the significance of the last line?"
She scowled again. "Yes, I get it. During that week, I'll have to service your every whim." Then her bright smile returned. "It does sound fantastic, doesn't it? I'm game if you are."
"You got a deal, Laurie. But we'll put your week first. You're going to feel like the most cherished wife in the world."
Part II: Laurie's Week
We decided to start the following Monday. Since I was up first, it would be my job to "super-wow" Laurie on how much I cherished her. I had wanted to go first because I knew how anxious she was to see what I'd do. Then too I wanted to build up my sense of anticipation for the following week when she would have to "super-wow" me as my Venus driving me mad with desire.
Desire. Now that raised an interesting question about this first week. Laurie had said that feeling cherished builds up a woman's desire for physical intimacy--sex. Should I make any advances this week? Would that be taking unfair advantage of her when perhaps she really wants to luxuriate in warm feelings of being loved? Assuming I come up with some "super" ways to show her how much I cherish her, should I just wait until she shows a passionate desire for me?
Laurie hadn't set down any ground rules on these questions. I guess I'd just have to play it by ear.
I spent most of Saturday and Sunday trying to think of special loving things that I would do. A few ideas came to me, but I wondered whether I'd be able to come up with enough different ideas and whether they would be of sufficient magnitude to "super-wow" her. Well, I would just have to keep trying. I could tell how much this whole idea meant to her, and I really did want her to be thrilled.
I also knew my ideas would have to be coordinated with my schedule of classes this semester. Whether I'd be leaving early or late in the morning and when I'd be arriving back home in the afternoon would determine what ideas would be applicable to what days. Monday happened to be a day I had to leave for an eight-o'clock class, and Laurie would probably still be sleeping when I left the house. So Monday would be a good day to use the first idea I come up with.
Nowadays it's a simple matter to go on the Internet and find mushy love poems, so that would not represent much thought or effort on my part. I pretty much had to come up with these ideas on my own, and my first one was pretty good. At least I hoped it was. But then the male mind doesn't really excel at this sort of thing. One thing I could say for sure, however: my heart was really in this idea!
I was very quiet as I finished dressing in the bedroom because it was paramount that I not wake Laurie. Last night I had prepared a secret love note. Walking over to the dresser, I slowly opened the drawer where she kept her panties.
I stood there spellbound for a moment. Every time I look in that drawer, I become almost transfixed by the seductive image these colorful, dainty items project--the quintessence of enticing lingerie and the final item to be lovingly removed before culminating the act of love. This morning was no different.
I stared down at the amazing collection and moved them around a bit. There were panties of nylon, of microfiber, and a few of cotton with just a hint of spandex. There were seductive colors of red and black, pretty floral prints, and the traditional innocence of white. Some had leg bands and waistbands of sexy lace trim. Seeing Laurie in any one of these never ceased to stir my desire for her. That's what had given me this idea in the first place.
I placed the open note in the center of the drawer on top of an array of panties. It read:
When I see you in these,
You inflame my passionate desire for you.
But my love goes far beyond the physical realm
And enters the spiritual.
With our bodies we are lovers,
But with our minds we are soul mates,
Because I believe God designed you
Especially for me.
After planting that little surprise, I quietly closed the door and slipped from the room.
Later that afternoon, it was time to unleash my second idea. I sent Laurie an email:
Do nothing to prepare for dinner.
I thought myself rather clever by the brevity and enigmatic character of this message. Over the years, I have found Laurie to be a master of misdirection, especially when she wanted to pull off some sexy surprise. This was my attempt at misdirection. She would most likely think I intended to take her to some fancy restaurant for dinner. But that was way too obvious a thing to do. Actually, my plan was quite different, and on the way home, I made several stops.
When I finally arrived at home, Laurie was waiting to greet me at the door. No sooner had I stepped over the threshold than she threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately.
"Oh, Terry, I love you so much. Your note almost made my heart burst open. It was the sweetest, most romantic thing you've ever said to me."
I held her tightly in my arms, running my hand through her fine, silky hair and pressing her head against my chest.
When we finally separated, she added, "And now you want to take me out to dinner! To a really romantic restaurant, huh?" The childlike enthusiasm was transparent but short-lived. "I waited until you got home before dressing," she added in a tone not childlike at all.
At smiled at this. "Actually, we're staying home tonight, but you do need to dress up. And as much as I love watching you put on all of your finery, both hidden and visible, I'm going to exercise extreme willpower tonight. I have things to do out here. Now you go into the bedroom, and...well, surprise me. But don't come out until I call. I'm not sure how long it'll take me out here.
Laurie looked at me suspiciously. "Just what are you planning?"
"Now, now. How could it be a surprise if I told you now?"
I took her by the shoulders and turned her around. Then giving her a sharp swap on her bottom, I said, "Go. I have to get started here. Time is of the essence."
She turned her head to look at me while rubbing her smarting derriere. I knew she wanted to start in with the probing questions but finally turned and sauntered into the bedroom.
"Oh...ummm, close the door." Laurie turned around to look at me again. I'm not sure whether she was scowling or pouting.
I went back out to the car to bring in everything I had bought and then started scurrying around like a man possessed.
About half an hour later, I walked over to the bedroom and knocked.
"Okay, Laurie, you can come out know."
When she opened the door, she took my breath away. She looked absolutely stunning.
During this half hour, Laurie had obviously spent some time on her hair. It looked exceptionally cute with her bangs and that little flip by the ears. But it was her dress that irresistibly drew my eyes.
She must have gone out and bought it after my email, which she interpreted as dinner at a romantic restaurant. The dress was a silky black A-line style that ended well above the knees with a three-tiered lacy hemline that gave the appearance of being sheer, but really wasn't. The last tier had with a pale floral print. The dress had short sleeves and a rounded neck.
As a whole, the dress beautifully complimented Laurie's delicate feminine figure. She also wore nylons and low-heeled black shoes.
This was obviously the outfit she'd planned to wear to the restaurant. I took her hand in mine, and I led her to the dinning room. Now it was Laurie's turn to stare in wide-eyed amazement.
The room was lit entirely by scented candles, three of them in the center of the dining room table. There were two other candles, one on the buffet and another on the server. They gave the room the scent of honeysuckle and cast a soft, romantic glow throughout.
The dining room table was covered with our best linen tablecloth. The two place settings had matching linen napkins wrapped in our sparkling glass rings. I had used our best china, normally reserved for entertaining guests.
Laurie was absolutely stunned, and I felt very warm inside.
Then she looked toward the kitchen. There were two serving bowls sitting out. One contained fried rice, and the other cashew chicken, Laurie's favorite Chinese dish. There was also a plate of egg rolls.
I guided Laurie to her chair and held it for her as she sat down. By the time I had made it around to my chair, she had spotted the small note I had put near her plate. I had folded it once, so she picked it up and flipped it open. I could see tears fill her eyes.
This little dinner from me is to show how much I love everything you do to make this house warm and wonderful when I come home. Yes, it is clean and inviting in every way, but it would still be just an empty shell without you at its center, waiting to welcome me home.
She looked up and smiled so sweetly that I had all to do to keep from running over to her and hugging her.
"That was so sweet, Terry, and this is better than any restaurant. This is our home, and it is more romantic than any restaurant could ever be--not that I don't like restaurants every now and then," she added. I just can't believe you did all this!"
"I did it all for you, Laurie. But now, let's dig in. I already had to warm up this cashew chicken once in the oven."
We ate and then retired to the living room where I had yet another surprise for her. I had purchased a romantic movie, one that we had seen before and one of her favorites, One Fine Day starring Michelle Pfeiffer and George Clooney.
Laurie had sat down on the sofa, and after taking out the DVD, I tossed the box over to her.
"I got this just for you, Laurie, because I know you get all starry-eyed over George Clooney."
She shook her head no and gave me her best smirk. "Don't give me that. You got this movie because you just love hearing Michelle Pfeiffer say 'PANTIES' in that disgusted tone of hers."
I smiled sheepishly. "Well, that line does have a certain appeal to me."
But Laurie's manner had already changed. "You know what my favorite scene is? When she comes out of the bathroom--or was it the bedroom?--anyway, when she comes out and finds him sleeping..."
I interrupted. "I know why you like that scene. Because you think it's so typical of a man to fall asleep just when the girl has gotten into a romantic mood and spent the last twenty minutes going through half a dozen outfits to find just the right one for the occasion."
Laurie giggled. "Now you must admit that there's a certain amount of truth to that. But no, that's not why I love the scene. You remember what she does? She goes over to the sofa and sits down next to him. Then she takes his arm, puts it around her, and snuggles up close to him, resting her head on his shoulder. I think that one of the most romantic scenes I've ever seen in a movie."
I had to agree.
"So," Laurie said sweetly," why don't you come over here, and I'll show you exactly what she did."
I sat down and Laurie did just what Michelle Pfeiffer did in the movie.
We had taken up different positions several times during the movie, but toward the end I again had my arm around Laurie. She had pulled her knees up on the sofa, and her short dress had ridden up more than it should have. I found my eyes focused on her legs more often than the movie. I also found something to do with the arm I had around her. I reached down with my hand and gently began stroking her breast.
After about thirty seconds of this, Laurie looked up at me. "If you didn't want me to watch this movie, why did you bring it home? Come on now, behave yourself just a little longer. My favorite scene is coming up."
We finished the movie. Laurie practically swooned at the closing scene and then suddenly became very affectionate. She turned around and put her arms around me. We kissed tenderly as she began caressing my neck and running her fingers through my hair.
I repositioned her and laid her down on the sofa. Her dress fit rather tightly around her breasts, shaping, lifting, and molding them into a stunningly sexy image. I cupped my hands around them, gently squeezing and fondling them through the material. Then I traced the outline of her bra under the dress.
Laurie closed her eyes and sighed softly. Finally, she opened them and whispered, "Well, are you waiting for an engraved invitation? When are you going to take me into the bedroom?"
"You mean you want to make love tonight?"
She tried to scowl, but it wasn't very successful. "No, I want to finish reading this good book I'm into. What do you think I want to do after all this tonight?"
I smiled and lifted her off the sofa. When we got in our bedroom, Laurie asked me to unzip her. She turned her back to me, and I slowly lowered the zipper. For a moment I considered unclasping her bra but then decided to wait on that. I helped lower the dress off her shoulders as she pulled her arms from the sleeves. With the dress still at her waist, I reached around and again took her breasts in my hands, lifting them and massaging them.
"Wouldn't this be better done on the bed?" Laurie asked. We let the dress drop to the floor, and I lifted her onto the bed. Her bra was white, but she was wearing black panties under sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. What a vision to ignite my desire!
I took the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly eased them off her legs. Then I climbed onto the bed and Laurie took me into her arms.
That night Laurie fulfilled her own prediction. She had said, "You can do everything you can think of to super-cherish me--until I just can't wait to fall into your arms and make love."
The next day during one of my office hours, I called up a florist and had a dozen roses sent to Laurie--eleven red and one white. The accompanying card was filled out as follows:
Beauty surrounds us, and we can see it in this flower and in that flower. But in every collection of beautiful flowers, there is always one that stands out from the rest. The one of extraordinary beauty. Among wives, that is you.
That night when we went to bed, Laurie snuggled up close to me.
"I don't think we'll make love tonight. I just want to lie here in your arms, and think about how I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have a husband like you."
At that moment, I couldn't think of a single thing she could have said that would make me feel happier.
On Wednesday, I left a note in the refrigerator in a place Laurie would certainly find it. This time, however, I can't claim much originality. I simply added a brief comment to a quote by David Levesque.
It's been said that you know you're in love when you see the world in her eyes and her eyes everywhere in the world. What I know is that you are the center of my world. You have been since the day we met, and you always will be.
That night in bed, Laurie was extra sweet and affectionate as we snuggled together, but again we didn't make love. But that was all right. This week was to be more about cherishing than passion.
There were two days to go. On Thursday, I spent a good hour looking at Web sites to learn how to give a good, or should I say, sensuous, massage. On the way home, I bought a bottle of blueberry-scented body oil. Then after dinner, I brought up the subject.
"Laurie, I've got a special surprise for you tonight. I've studied up on how to give a massage, and I brought home something very special to help."
"You mean a handsome masseuse?"
I gave her an exasperated look. "A masseuse is a woman who gives massages. Did you mean a masseur?"
"Oh, yeah. That's what I meant. What fun would a masseuse be for me?"
"Well, the answer is no, I did not bring home a handsome masseur, unless you mean me. I am going to be your masseur."
Her smile changed from playful to really excited. "Really? You're really going to give me a massage?"
"If you'd ever quit teasing me, yes."
"Well, what's this surprise you brought home?"
"I gave her my happiest smile. "Scented body oil. Blueberry scent. Tonight, I'm going to make you feel like Cleopatra."
Laurie giggled with delight as I led her into our bedroom. I took an old sheet and laid it over the bed. The girl receiving the massage in the video I watched had been wearing a bathing suit. But why have Laurie change into a bathing suit when what she was...um, currently wearing would be even more interesting?
"Now sit down on the bed. I have to prepare you."
"Yes. First, I'm going to undress you--very slowly and with much delight in my eyes. Then I'm going to smooth on this luxurious body oil."
I pulled off Laurie's teeshirt, allowing my hands to gently slide upward along her breasts.
"Hey, would a real masseur do that?"
"Well, I don't know. But to me it just came sort of natural."
"Yeah, I bet!"
Next, I had her lie down and pulled off her shoes and socks. I took the elastic waistband of her pants in both hands and slowly lowered them. When I got them below her panties, I stopped. Just to have an excuse to touch them, I took the panty waistband and pulled up, ostensibly making sure they were where they belonged after sliding her pants over them. But all I really wanted to do was feel them. Smooth, silky, shiny...and sexy. Then I returned to her pants and slid them the rest of the way off, letting some of my fingers slide down the bare skin of her legs.
Laurie was watching me with an amused smile.
She was now lying on the bed in only her bra and panties. "Now you'll have to spread your legs a little," I instructed.
"Oh? That's rather direct, don't you think? I thought I was going to get a massage."
"Laurie! Where is your mind? What you're going to get is a spanking if you don't behave."
She giggled and spread her legs, while I reached for the bottle of oil. After pouring some into my hands, I started applying it to her feet and legs, working upward. It was a sensuous experience for me. If closing her eyes gave any indication, it also was for Laurie. Next I rubbed the heavenly-scented oil on her stomach and sides, all around her bra, and finally onto her neck. I used caressing movements to apply the oil, and when I reached her neck, Laurie sighed softy.
It was time to begin her massage. I was a little nervous as I started with her foot and then moved onto her leg, working upward using both hands in that hand-over-hand movement I'd watched on the Internet earlier today. You were supposed to alternate between pushing movements and gentle squeezing.
I was becoming more relaxed, and after reaching her upper thighs, I spent considerable time on the insides of her legs. When I got close enough to her panties, I let my fingers do something no masseur should ever do. She moaned and pushed a little against my hands.
Reaching her breasts, I made sure I had plenty of oil on my hands. That enabled me to take additional liberties, running my fingers inside her bra. I was quite pleased with the response.
The final stages involved squeezing, caressing movements around her neck and ears. As I did this, Laurie's head gently swayed back and forth.
Having completed her front side, I asked Laurie to turn over.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take," she said, almost in a whisper. But she rolled over.
I basically repeated the whole procedure on her backside. Again, my fingers stroked her panties between her spread legs. She moaned, squirmed, and wiggled but managed to stay in the sheet.
I spent a lot of time massaging her back and shoulders as she signed contentedly.
When I finally finished, I handed her a towel, and Laurie rubbed off the excess oil.
"Do you feel like Cleopatra?"
"Terry, that was one of the most wonderful experiences I've ever had."
Laurie was looking into my eyes with an expression I couldn't quite identify. As I stood beside the bed, she sat up and much to my surprise started to unbuckle my belt.
"Maybe I'll give you a massage now," she said in a low, sultry tone.
"Oh, the oil's almost gone."
"Well, let's get real close. Maybe some will rub off on you." She held out her hand and gave me a very inviting smile. "Join me on our bed and we'll see."
I stripped off my clothes, and we lay down together on the bed. Embracing with skin against skin, lubricated with the blueberry-scented oil, somehow we forgot all about massages.
Friday was the last day to "super-wow" Laurie on how much I cherished her. Naturally, I wanted this to be the grand finale. She had mentioned once how romantic she thought it would be to have dinner under the stars in a secluded place all to ourselves. I wanted to allow for all possible...results, if you get my drift, so I thought it best not to use a public park. Our own backyard was fenced in and had a sufficient number of trees and bushes to create a very private spot.
While still at my office, I sent Laurie an email telling her not to prepare any dinner. Nothing else: just that. I stopped at the grocery store on my way home and picked up what I needed for my plans tonight. When I got home, I went into my study, closed the door, and did some tape recording. Then I went out to the garage and performed a little handy work with some spare pieces of wood. All was in readiness, but I needed to wait until after dark before cooking anything.
Never long on patience, Laurie started to get antsy.
"When are we going to have dinner? If you're planning to go out, I need to start getting ready."
"No, we're not going out."
"So then...what are we going to do about dinner?"
"I knew it! I knew when I came up with this idea, I should have made a rule that during my week, you had to answer all my questions immediately."
"Sorry. Too late now. There's no such rule in place."
Laurie pouted, but went into the den and started reading.
After it was dark, I told her to stay in the den. Under no circumstances was she to leave the den, no matter how curious she was about what was going on in the kitchen--or anywhere else.
Getting everything ready took me close to an hour, but finally it was time to spring my most romantic idea.
"Okay, Laurie," I called out. "Let's go out to the backyard."
"Yes. Now give me your hand. I want to walk out holding hands." Despite her intense curiosity, a smile broke out.
I took her hand in mine and again marveled at how much I enjoy touching her.
When I led her to the secluded spot I had arranged, her mouth literally dropped open.
In an area shielded from all neighbors by our bushes, I had placed the minitable I had assembled onto the ground and covered it with a white linen table cloth. In the center of the "table," there was a battery-powered lamp that cast a low, soft light. To the one side, there was board containing our food. I had bought the potato salad but had cooked the hamburgers, covered with barbecue sauce, in the oven. Plates, silverware, and soft drinks were also available. Finally, there were two blankets on either side of the table for us to sit on.
Laurie looked at the food, then at me, then up at the stars, which of course could be clearly seen in the dim light cast by our lamp. She came over and hugged me.
"Oh, Terry, this is so beautiful, so romantic. Eating dinner out here under the stars. I can't believe we're going to do this."
"Well, you once said how romantic you thought something like this would be, and I wanted your dream to come true."
We sat down and started our meal, often gazing into each other's eyes. For desert, I brought out two individual-sized cakes that had previously been hidden from site.
Just as we were finishing the cakes, I said, "And now for my final surprise." I reached for the tape recorder and started the tape. It was the well-known romantic song by Kathy Young, one of our favorites.
A thousand stars in the sky like the stars in your eyes:
They say to me that there'll never be
No other love like you for me.
A thousand stars in the sky make me realize
You are the one love that I'll adore
Tell me you love me
Tell me you're mine once more.
Laurie came over to my blanket and melted into my arms. I hugged her as we lay down.
"This was just so incredible tonight. I feel so cherished--I really and truly do." Then she whispered, "Do you want to make love under the stars?"
"Out here? Do you want to?"
"You bet I do! I'll be able to look into your eyes and see a thousand stars in the sky above you."
It was a first for us, and one that I'll never forget.
Part III: My Week
By the time Saturday and Sunday rolled around, I was getting more and more excited about "my week" when Laurie was supposed to be my Venus, my love goddess. What would she come up with? And what should I ask her to do? She had vowed to grant my every whim.
On Monday, I received an email from Laurie:
I'm your Venus,
I'm your fire
At your desire.
My heart started beating faster just reading that message. My reply was simple and straightforward:
As my very own goddess of love, use your knowledge of my male psyche to devise a seductive attire that will drive my passions absolutely wild tonight, passions so powerful that I may or may not be able to wait for bedtime to take you onto my bed and satisfy my every desire.
There! That might make even Laurie blush. Well, no, probably not. It probably will make her laugh! But I was soon to find out that she had surely devised a costume that surpassed my every dream.
When she greeted me at the door, Laurie was wearing a skin-tight minidress whose hem extended only about twelve inches from her waist. The upper part was designed to accentuate her breasts, and the tight-fitting material revealed every feminine curve of her hips and derriere to their maximum potential.
Laurie was also wearing thigh-high nylons--stockings that fell far short of meeting the hemline of her dress. Between the dark stocking tops and her hem was an incredibly exciting stretch of bare leg.
When I got in the door, she came up to me and caressed my face seductively and then took me into her embrace, moving up and down slightly to use her breasts to excite me.
I felt the effect of the stimulation immediately and thought it best to sit down as soon as possible to hide it.
"I have your dinner all prepared, unless you would prefer some immediate pleasure in the bedroom. I've prepared the bed with spices and scented powders designed to stimulate the senses and heighten your enjoyment of me."
How did she think up these things to say? I'm not sure if I'd broken out in a sweat yet, but my heart was pounding madly, and I was breathing more heavily.
I was absolutely astonished. What Laurie could do to...well, make herself desirable when she really set her mind to it was almost unbelievable. But, no, I resolved not to give in so easily and to eat my dinner first.
After dinner, I watched Laurie clear aways the dishes, with my heart starting to pound again. As she walked in that tight minidress, she intentionally exaggerated the sway of her hips. Her undulating movements, side-to-side and up-and-down, were mesmerizing. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Then a fork slipped out of her hand. Did she do that on purpose? In any event, to pick it up, she didn't bend her knees. Instead, she bent over at the waist and reached out to pick it up. Her short dress rode up so far on her derriere that she might as well not have had it on at all. With knees together and pushed slightly to the side in that feminine manner, the entire bottom half of her panties were visible. I'm really surprised that my eyes didn't pop right out of my head. The room seemed to be getting very warm.
Laurie finally finished cleaning up the dining room table, I watched her walk into the living room and sit down on the sofa. That brought her hem up even higher. As I walked toward her, it was as if there were an irresistible force field drawing my eyes to her legs. That's when I saw it: that narrow triangle of white up her dress. Her panties. This particular view of them was perhaps the most overpowering for me: so "innocent," yet so incredibly exciting. Was she doing it on purpose? Maybe, but in her position on the sofa and in that tight, short dress, she could hardly have prevented it even if she had wanted to.
That was it. I could take no more.
I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and sighed audibly. Opening my eyes, I walked over to the sofa and took Laurie's hand.
"Come on. You've worked your magic on me. I can't wait any longer to have you."
She lay down on the bed, and I slowly pushed her dress up while my fingers were wrapped around her legs. I didn't have to push it far for her panties to come into view. Then I ran my fingers up and down the insides of her silky, nylon-covered legs. She began to moan softly and arched her back on the bed slightly. One-by-one, I slid her stockings off. Putting her in a siting position, I unzipped the dress and helped her out of it.
Needless to say, our love-making was intense. I was more consumed with passion than I've been for a long time. Laurie too was driven by a sense of complete abandon. We were exhausted when it was over.
The following day I sent Laurie another email from my office.
"Please wear one of your knee-length, pleated skirts today with white bobby socks. On top, wear a cute, matching sweater or sweatshirt. Also, wear white...well, everything underneath, if you get my drift."
When I got home that afternoon, Laurie was attired exactly as I had directed.
"Boy, you look really cute in that outfit."
"Well, I'm very pleased you think so, naturally. But is 'cute' the same as 'sexy'? I thought I was to be your Venus and your fire."
"You are. But part of that, remember, was to service my every whim."
"And what whim do you want me to satisfy tonight?"
"You'll find out, you'll find out," I answered, hopefully in a somewhat ominous tone.
After dinner we watched a movie. As we watched, I periodically played with Laurie's skirt, pulling it up, pushing it back down. I also took great liberties with her breasts as I sat with my arm around her. She never said a word in protest.
Truly, she was "at my desire."
But she was to be "at my desire" in yet another way, a way that would probably be entirely unexpected--but hopefully a lot of fun for both of us.
As we walked into the bedroom that evening, I sat down on the side of the bed.
"Laurie, you know during these five days, you were to cater to my every need. Well, this morning, you did not have my clothes all set out for me. I had to hunt them down on my own while you still slept. What do you think I should do about that?"
She gave me a puzzled look, a really puzzled look. Then suddenly her eyes widened. First in surprise, then--I think--in delight. Laurie has a certain fantasy, you understand.
"You mean you're going to..."
"That's right. I'm going to spank you. Then, to show that all is forgiven, I'm going to make love to you again."
"So that's why you wanted me to dress this way. But you know I have that schoolgirl outfit..."
"I didn't want you to know what was coming. Now walk over here and give me your hand."
She obeyed immediately, but assumed a worried look.
"No, please, you really don't need to do this. Tomorrow, I'll have your clothes all laid out for you. I promise."
I used her hand to gently lay her over my knees as I sat on the edge of the bed. Her arms were outstretched on one side of me, her legs dangling over the other side. I took her skirt and raised it ceremoniously to her waist, exposing very sexy white panties gently shaping her very available bottom.
"Ooooooh, don't spank me...please." She began kicking her legs.
This was not going to last too long. I could tell by what was happening to me. I gave her one or two light slaps, and she kicked her legs a little harder.
"Please...no more. I'll wait on you hand-and foot!" She was now squirming on my lap.
"You little vixen," I said, in exasperation. "I just can't wait any longer."
I pulled her up and we both rolled onto the bed, embracing and kissing. Laurie threw her leg around me, her skirt sliding all the way up. My hand went to her bottom again, but this time to caress the smooth, satiny microfiber of her panties.
Again we made love.
Well, we continued the antics over the next three days. On Wednesday, Laurie wore one of those shirts designed to look like a dress but reach only five or six inches below the waist. They're supposed to be worn with pants, often leggings. Laurie "forgot" to put on the pants. She walked around that whole evening with two or three inches of red panties showing. Thursday she wore a tennis skirt, and I saw many flashes of...yes, what else? Then Friday evening, she had another surprise for me. Normally, Laurie wears a nightshirt for sleeping. This time she put on one of her baby-doll nightgowns. It had cute little sleeves instead of spaghetti straps and was virtually sheer. Underneath she wore full-cut black panties. The shadowy silhouette of those panties under the nightgown was highly erotic--not a perfectly clear image, but clear enough to tease and excite.
Needless to say, we made love for all five nights in a row--something that NEVER would have happened were it not for this special week when she was "at my desire."
After we finished making love on Friday night, I rolled over onto my side of the bed totally and completely exhausted.
"You know, Laurie, it was great fun to make love five nights in a row. However..." I let out a deep breath. "There is a sense in which I'm glad it's over. I would have continued to want sex every night for as long as it went on--just because I could have it. But I'm exhausted, absolutely exhausted. I'm really glad that the reins are going back to you.
"Yeah, I know. Men are like that. At least you are. But sex loses some of its enjoyment, right? You need me to put some limits on it."
"Yeah, I'm happy that it's again under your sensible--and sexy--control."
"But this was fun, wasn't it, Terry? I mean, during my week, you made me feel like the most cherished wife in the world. Did I make you happy? "
"Let me tell you: you were the sexiest wife in the world! But when I'm with you, Laurie, I am always happy. I love you--and all your amazing little games."
Laurie moved into my arms, and we fell asleep together.
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