The Anniversary

For several weeks now she had been getting a vaguely uneasy feeling about their upcoming anniversary. She knew that he would make a concerted effort to surprise her with something unusual which showed just how much he thought of her, knew too that she should be making an equal effort for his gift, but could only come up with the same predictable ideas.

He really was the most difficult man to buy presents for, between them they earned little money to buy anything he truly wanted and she felt she really should make an effort for it to be personal. It had made her realise that after a year of marriage she didn’t really know what he liked, other than football and the odd drink of course.

Sex too, naturally, but she could hardly arrange for a harem of women to turn up at their anniversary for his delight. Quite apart from anything else, he would probably faint at the very thought, he’d never been quite as adventurous as her in that department.

A friend, after listening to her concerns had announced that she should surf the internet for ideas since it was possible to buy anything online and she would no doubt find the perfect gift which had eluded her up to now. Unfortunately although this had sounded like an excellent idea at the time, she found when sitting in front of the pc at home it was rather more difficult than she had anticipated. In desperation she began typing odd words into the browser on the screen, anything she could think of that he was interested in.

After nearly an hour of this she began to give up hope and decided instead to go into one of the chat rooms, not something she usually did but it could be entertaining in a voyeuristic kind of way, all those strangers flirting with each other could be very funny.

She had only been wandering in the chat rooms for ten minutes or so when someone pasted a link into the chat telling people to look at their homepage, since she was beginning to tire of the endless hellos and goodbyes almost without thinking she clicked on the link and watched the page download in front of her. It turned out to be a site offering fantasies for sale!

With a smirk of disbelief she began to read wondering who on earth had to pay for someone to dream up a fantasy for them, she had hundreds drifting around in her head all the time.

As she read though her disbelief gave way to increasing hope, they weren’t offering a service of fantasy creation at all, but a story written about your own personal fantasy to be used as a gift. She sat back in the chair, staring blankly at the screen, would this be the perfect anniversary present for him? Hmm what if she did what the site suggested, gave them the information about one of her fantasies then presented it to him on their anniversary, it would certainly be unusual and would definitely be personal. The more she thought it over the more interested in the whole idea she became. She could give it to him at breakfast and tell him not to read it until he was on the train going to work and that if he liked the idea they could do it for real when he came home. Her interest grew still further as she considered the possibility of suggesting something they had never tried sexually before. Nothing too way out of course of he may not agree to it, but just something different from the usual ten minutes of foreplay followed by the pleasant but all too familiar missionary position. She would need to think this one through in detail.

Later that evening when he still had not returned from a meeting which had been delayed, she sat at the pc and with her heart racing began to complete the questionnaire on the web site. She had spent all afternoon going about her usual jobs with her mind whirling with some of the most outlandish fantasies she could think of; eventually settling on the one which she thought would be perfect. Not extreme so that he wouldn’t be too shy to try it, just something out of the ordinary for them. After she had filled in all the details and chosen some ‘props’, she turned off the pc and went to run a bath, wondering if Liveyourfantasy would actually be able to deliver what she was hoping for.

The following week it arrived through the post. An insignificant looking parcel in brown paper which when opened revealed not only the story but the other items she had requested, candles, silk scarves and massage oils. She took the presentation folder containing the story over to the window seat and sat down to read. When she had finished, she stood up with a satisfied grin on her face and began to make her plans.

On the morning of their anniversary she awoke to bright sunlight streaming in through the curtains. After showering and dressing she went downstairs for the breakfast that she knew he would have prepared for her and laid the slim folder wrapped in dark red paper on his plate before going over to kiss him. When he sat down and looked at the gift she shook her head and explained to him that he was to open it on the train and follow her instructions, he shrugged with a grin and put it into his briefcase without another word.

Later as she watched him walk up the road towards the station she began to have her first real doubts about the whole scheme. What if he thought she was being unadventurous in the fantasy?

She had purposefully not requested anything too outlandish since he was so restrained about sex, but what if that was all a front and his fantasies were even more debauched than her usual ones? What if he read it and just laughed at her?

God the possibilities were endless, nothing to do now though but to attend to final preparations and wait for his reaction.

Once he was settled on the train in his usual seat, had nodded hello to familiar faces and was comfortable, he reached down to his briefcase and took out his wife’s present. When he removed the paper and read her note he was shocked, pleasantly but shocked nonetheless, if he had thought about it at all he had been expecting a nice meal which was the usual type of thing she did for him. As he read her untidy writing though his interest grew, the note was short and to the point just saying that if he liked what he read, they would ‘live her fantasy’ when he returned home that night. Intrigued he turned to the sheets of glossy paper in his hand.

Halfway down the first page he paused and looked around him at the disinterested faces on his fellow passengers. He couldn’t believe what he was reading, to his knowledge his wife had never initiated sex before and it appeared that her fantasy was to do just that.

She was planning to take him to their favourite pub on the sea front for a meal and had described in detail what she would be wearing. A long black skirt of hers which was a favourite, it looked demure until you realised it had a deep narrow slash up the side so that when she walked he could see glimpses of her skin up to mid-thigh. Low black suede kitten heels, also a favourite, with bare legs, her skin smooth and pale. And a blouse she had just bought, knowing instinctively he would love it, which he did, cream with a tiny dark pink pattern, thin almost to the point of transparent, long sleeves slashed to the elbow and floating loose and a deep v at the neck which revealed just a hint of her breasts. Feminine.

She had planned their meal in detail too, ordering in advance precisely what she knew he would want to eat, steak, chips, onion rings, sweet-corn, peas and mushrooms, their drinks waiting for them on arrival, ice cold Becks for him, Southern Comfort on ice for her. During the meal they talked about his day at work and their upcoming holiday, side by side not facing one another because she always felt that was more intimate, her head turned to him, all her attention focused on him.

He was aware of her body as she moved slightly in her seat, the fabric of her blouse clinging to her body, her shoulders visible as she brushed her hair to one side. Their knees were touching under the table and her ankle was wrapped around his, the warmth of her bare flesh constant throughout.

After they finished their meal, she relaxed and turned sideways and put her feet on the edge of his chair as she always did, her dark eyes watching him as his gaze fell to the smooth glimpse of thigh which was revealed under her skirt. She liked to watch him watching her, liked to sense the changes in his expression and thoughts.

In terms of an ego boost it was phenomenal, feeling that every inch of her body and mind was focused entirely on him.

After the meal they left and walked slowly along the promenade hand in hand, the breeze ruffling her long hair and making her nipples hard beneath her top. He put his arm around her shoulders, feeling hers snake around his waist as she leant into him.

When they arrived home she led him straight upstairs. After going to the bathroom he went into their bedroom, saw the fire in the tiny Victorian grate burning well throwing dancing shadows across the walls. Dozens of deep red candles were lit around the room, it took him a minute to realise that they must be what he could smell, their crisp, fresh scent filling the air. As he turned to her, his wife began to remove her blouse slowly, her eyes on his, as dark as night but sparking with desire. When her skirt dropped to the floor and she stood before him, his breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a cream silk basque, boned to accentuate her figure, and matching French knickers, probably his favourite combination of underwear on her body, the pale colour lighting up her skin, the thin fabric slipping across her curves.

She moved closer to kiss him, wrapping her arms gently around his shoulders, her hands on the back of his head, fingers entwined in his short hair. Very slowly she guided him to the bed and followed him onto the sheets, her body never losing contact with his, her lips and tongue caressing his slowly but insistently.

His hands moved down her back feeling her heat rising to his hands, her arse moving into his touch. From the side of the bed she produced a handful of dark red silk, separated one of the scarves and smiling at him with a raised eyebrow lifted his left hand to the top of the bed, tying him firmly to the gothic wrought iron headboard. His heart stopped momentarily as she then reached for his other wrist and tied that to the opposite side. Never, in their year of marriage had she even initiated sex, never mind to tie him up. What was she thinking? He really hoped this wasn’t some elaborate game and she was going to tie him up and then leave him here.

She moved closer to him again and kissed him so sensuously that he decided he didn’t care; he would lie back and enjoy what she had planned. Her hands moved down his shirt unbuttoning it and pushing it back so her lips could kiss their way down to his navel, her hair brushing against his chest as she slid down further to undo the button on his trousers.

He could feel her nipples erect underneath the silk of her basque as his trousers were slipped over his feet to the floor, her hands stroking his thighs, her tongue licking gently across the base of his cock and around to his balls. She straightened up and moved to sit across his stomach, watching him as she reached across for another scarf; she smiled gently as she leant forwards to tie this one around his head, covering his eyes under the deep red silk which smelt vaguely of her. He couldn’t see a thing.

He felt her move slightly again and heard her rubbing her palms together slowly then felt them begin to stroke oils over his chest and shoulders. He sensed her above him as her body shifted slightly with her touch, feeling her weight rocking back and forth against his pelvis slowly and deliberately. Her hands smoothed down across his arms then back to his shoulders, pausing to rub either side of his neck with a firmer pressure.

The sense of not knowing where her hands would move next and not being able to see her expression, rather than making him more nervous began to relax him. It was liberating not being in charge for a change, was exciting not knowing what she was intending to do, was electrifying only being aware of the things he could sense. The crisp smell of the oils mixed with the musky depths of her perfume on her skin, the constant movement on his body of her hands and the sensation of the silk covering her arse, he could hear her breathing faintly over the crackle and hiss of the fire, faster than normal he thought but still quiet and soft in rhythm with his.

He began to lose all track of time as she worked down his body slowly, alternating between soft butterfly touches and firm gentle pressure on his muscles. He had no idea how long they had been here, no idea how long he had been tied up for, every inch of his skin was in tune with hers, his muscles felt relaxed yet his senses were heightened like never before, his blood was racing, his heart beating hard in his chest, his breathing deep.

All he could hear was her, all he could smell was her, all he could feel was her, she was around him like the air and he was loving every moment.

He sensed a change in her movements almost before she had stretched up to release first one wrist then the other. She brought both hands down to her and began to massage the feeling back into them, her soft palms against his. Then she moved to untie the blindfold around his eyes and he blinked in the dim light of the room, he saw the fire had burnt down to the embers and several of the candles had guttered and died.

His gaze coming up to rest on her, his hands moving across her thighs to the zip on her basque. He felt like he was in a dream as he slowly removed it, his fingers stroking the smooth creamy skin of her breasts, his thumbs on her nipples. She looked deep into his eyes and smiled broadly and that was enough. The build up of the last – how many hours? – came flooding out and he pulled her to him firmly, her breasts squashing against his chest, her legs sliding down alongside his, her hands caressing his arms and down to his arse.

Her breathing quickened immediately and he realised how turned on she was and how much she must have been controlling it whilst massaging him, eager to prolong his pleasure, reigning in hers.

His lips found hers and he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, drinking in the taste of her, his hands covering her body with a firm insistent touch, now he could actually see her and touch her without restraint he didn’t know how long he would be able to control himself. He realised that he was rock hard, his cock pushing into the silk covering her stomach, already beginning to leak slightly.

His fingers slipped underneath the lace edge of her French knickers and he found she was more wet than he ever remembered before, when he gently pushed two fingers inside her he felt her shiver on top of him and heard her moan inside his kiss.

He couldn’t resist any longer, he couldn’t hold back and lifted her up bodily to position her over his cock which slid past the loose silk of her underwear and into her in one smooth motion. She gasped, her breath stopping for a moment then returning faster still, he moved his hips upwards to thrust deeper inside her, she leant back and moved to meet him, her nipples shaking as she increased her movements, her hair over her shoulders and across her face, her hands under his arse encouraging him to move faster and deeper. Sweat dripped slowly and deliberately down between her breasts in contrast to the speed of their bodies.

His fingers were on her nipples, harder and more insistent now, teasing their hard surface, pinching them gently. Then as her moans increased in volume and her breathing deepened even more, he realised they were both about to come. He pushed her hair away from her face so he could watch as she lost control, threw her head back and held her breath like she always did at the point of orgasm. As soon as he saw her whole body stiffen and force itself down onto him, he came noisily and hard, shooting his cum deep into her, seemingly forever.

Suddenly he was jerked back to reality with the realisation that the train had stopped and people around him were alighting, he hastily pushed the pages of his wife’s fantasy back into his briefcase and stood up, his heart pounding, blood racing as he reached for his mobile to tell her he would be home early.