Sensual Surprise

Mmm, okay, I’ll have one more...these chocolate-covered strawberries are to die for. By the time you arrive, there might not be any left. Who am I kidding - I’ve got plenty of sweet treats for you tonight.

I know you aren’t the biggest fan of surprises...but I think you’re really going to love what I have planned tonight. When was the last time we did something special? Your birthday last year?

I can’t wait to see your face the minute you walk through the door. Although it’s a Friday night, I’ve messaged you to say I’ll be home late. Work drinks, I said. A complete and utter lie.

I asked, nicely, of course, if you could clean up from the morning’s breakfast, and if you could maybe whip something up for dinner tonight. You begrudgingly said yes. You hate any sort of disruption to routine or sudden changes. And I’m always very mindful of that.

Little do you know it’s quite the opposite to what you’re expecting. I look quickly at the clock and tidy up, knowing you’ll be home soon. I want to get ready and hide just inside the hallway so I can get a front-row seat to enjoy the look of surprise and delight on your face when you walk in.

You come through the threshold and drop your purse on the kitchen island. For a moment you look deeply confused. I can almost see the thoughts racing around in your mind: where are the dirty dishes? Why does the kitchen look so spotless? What’s that sweet, luxurious smell?

“Honey? You home?”

You look in the little shell-shaped dish on the counter where we normally keep our keys, but my keys aren’t inside. And my jacket isn’t on the hook. The apartment is completely still.

You look incredibly confused as you run your hands through your hair and sigh. Right after you wash your hands and just before you open the fridge to start dinner, I creep slowly into the kitchen from the hallway.

“There you are, my love!”

“Oh, my God! You scared the crap out of me. I thought you weren’t home!”

I take you in my arms to soothe and calm you. You slap my arm playfully and with annoyance. You’re quite used to my pranks by now after four years of marriage, but this one takes the cake.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh, a heart attack...what a nice surprise!”

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the surprise. Are you hungry?”

“I guess so. Why? I thought I was supposed to cook tonight.”

“No, no, no. You’re not cooking tonight. I just wanted to make you think it was an average, forgettable Friday night.”

“Oh, it won’t be? What are you up to?”

“You’re just about to find out. I’m sorry I scared you. Now turn around, please.”

“Honey, I’m really tired tonight. All I want is to sit in front of the TV and order take out.”

“Just turn around, okay? And trust me.”

Your shoulders relax slightly under my touch. I remove a handkerchief from my pant pocket and blindfold you. Then I slowly guide you down the hall and to the bathroom where I’ve set up a luxurious bubble bath.

“Oh, wow...it smells so good in here.”

Your whole body relaxes now as the scent of lavender and chamomile hits you. The bathroom is nice and warm. Standing behind you, I softly rub my lips against your cheek and kiss you. I slide my fingers down the front of your blouse, removing the buttons one by one. I slip your arms out from the sleeves, then slowly draw down the zipper of your skirt and pull the fabric down your legs.

You step out of it completely as I run my hands along your smooth, bare arms. I remove your bra…and slowly slide my fingers down to your panties. Your thighs are warm and a little flushed as I pull the gray cotton panties down to the ground.

“Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”

I leave you for just a second to grab the strawberries along with a bottle of chilled champagne which I press gently into the small of your back.

The sensation of the cold bottle makes you shiver. I can tell you’re aroused and curious by all the sensations and feelings: the warmth of my touch and the chill of the champagne bottle against your skin...the smells in the room…the inability to see what is laid out in front of you must be so thrilling.

All of your senses are simultaneously activated. I can only imagine how good it must feel. A smile crawls across your face. I can never quite get enough of looking at you.

I remove the blindfold to reveal not just a frothy bubble bath but two glasses of bubbling champagne on a tray and the fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate I made just before you arrived. Your entire face lights up. I rest my hands on either side of your hips and offer a gentle squeeze

“Oh my god. You did this all for me?”

“All for you.”

“And what’s the special occasion?”

“Just wanted to show you how much I love and appreciate you. C’mon. Don’t let the water get cold.”

I lead you to the steps of the bath, kissing your neck and shoulders along the way as I help you inside. Your feet descend into the warm and fragrant water before you ease yourself completely into the tub.

Keeping my eyes on you the entire time, I strip off my clothes and join you. I slide into the tub behind you and hold you tight as you nestle comfortably between my legs. You lean back into my breasts. I reach for the tray and grab one of the strawberries. I guide it towards your lips and gently push it in.

“Mmmm…”

You’re so sweet, the way your body slips against mine under the water. Your skin feels so silky as the bubbles foam up around us. I take a sip from my glass of champagne before settling it down on the tray again. Mmm...delicious. I bury my face into your hair.

“God, I love you so much.”

I love everything about you. The way you smell. The way you feel. I reach around your shoulders and cup your heavy breasts. Tweaking your nipples slowly...softly.

You crane your neck around to kiss me. Our tongues meet and you tease me with a little bite to my bottom lip. The water swirls us as our bodies float and writhe against each other. My hand floats down to your pussy. I spread your labia open very gently and you shiver slightly as the warm water rushes in. I caress your fleshy lips back and forth.

Baby, even in this water, I can feel that you’re so, deliciously wet. I use my free hand to feed you another strawberry. My fingers penetrate your mouth, smearing the red berry and the chocolate against your lips and tongue.

“Your turn.”

You lift your dripping hand out of the water to pluck a strawberry from the tray. With my fingers still playing between your legs, I’m already getting lost in how badly I want you. Mmm, the sweet berry and bitter chocolate bursts in my mouth.

Slowly, you turn around in the bathtub so that you’re facing me. Your hands are eager to touch me - I can tell just how much you appreciate this relaxing surprise. The way they find their way down through my thighs…god, I love your touch. I love the feeling of your wet fingers spreading me apart.

I penetrate your pussy, exploring the tight clenching of your walls. My body slides sensually against your curves as you begin to play with me.

Three of your elegant fingers slide eagerly inside of me, penetrating me so easily. I grip the side of the tub with one hand to steady myself. Your fingers inside of me feel so, so good.

I kiss along your neck, sucking your flesh between my greedy lips and leaving love bites on your slick, soapy skin. Your head rolls back in ecstasy as the tips of my fingers head deeper and deeper inside of you. I reach towards that rough little G-spot of yours I know so well. That feels good, right there, doesn’t it baby?

Your fingers hit the right spot, and you thrust into me as you writhe against my body. We both want to make each other cum so badly. We know each other’s bodies and minds inside and out, and we’ve gotten really good at syncing up our orgasms. We gaze into each other’s eyes as our free fingers seek each other’s clits.

The more I circle your clit, the more desperate you become. The more I tickle and caress your G-spot, the less sensation you can take. Every movement I do to you, you replicate. It feels so fucking good, to fuck you like this - to be fucked by you like this.

You insist on keeping up with me…on following my every move. My own engorged clit is getting sensitive…as your fingers swipe endlessly back and forth. I thrust into you faster and faster...harder and harder as you fuck me with your fingers.

Oh my god…that feels so good. I’m going to cum. Oh...

“Come with me, baby, cum with me. That’s it, yes!”

Your body collapses on top of mine. And together, we both sink into the lukewarm water.

“I needed that so much. Thank you for such a lovely surprise.”

I lean forward and kiss you gently, taking a moment to just run my hands through your damp hair.

“You deserve it, baby. Really. For all the hard work you do.. I’m so proud to be yours”

You press your forehead into mine and grab for the closest champagne flute.

“Cheers, to us.”

“To us, and surprises that aren’t all that bad.”