by Roderick Zeus
Rick worried his wife Janey wouldn't like the gift as they waited for the first course. Jane had particular tastes in clothes and Rick learned early in their 25-year marriage that she was difficult to please. The item was too small or not in style or simply wrong. She was gracious and grateful and would kiss him on the cheek, but she always hinted at disappointment. As their anniversary approached, he'd hit on the idea of a red silk robe when he noticed she didn't own one. He wasn't sure why this gift might provoke a different reaction, but the idea excited him and he took the chance anyway.
The restaurant’s gray-haired waiter lay a plate with Rick's halibut appetizer on the table as if landing a Learjet on a secluded runway. The Sauvignon Blanc recommended by the sommelier had a tang that proved a nice complement to the fish.
“The table is near perfect, Rick.” Janey gazed out the window at the Seattle traffic as she tasted her eggplant zurita. Car headlights twinkled like stars in the light rain. “How far in advance did you have to make the reservations?”
Illuminated by the warm tealight, Janey's oval face framed violet eyes, a smallish nose, and a mouth with a tiny scar on the left side, noticeable only to Rick. As a child, she'd fallen off her bicycle, and the injury left her with a curious trait: When she smiled, one side of her mouth lifted a millimeter or two higher than the other, giving her a devilish, playful expression. Coupled with a dress that highlighted the fleshy curves of her breasts, her grin never failed to stir his member, as it did now.
“Two months,” Rick said as the waiter set before him salmon with savoy cabbage in a soy broth. “And we were lucky they had a cancellation on the actual day of our anniversary.”
For her main course, Janey picked a roasted and lightly smoked chanterelle mushroom in koshihikari rice. Janey's tongue flicked across her lips, tasting every spice.
“I'm having a wonderful time.” Janey took his hand in hers, the oval wedding diamond sparkling. “You look handsome tonight, husband.”
Despite the incitement of her rambling tongue and her praise, Rick couldn't suppress his anxiety over the gift. Janey could be exacting in the most trivial ways. When the kids were little, they took a family vacation to Hawaii. The room in the hotel had a gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean, but Janey wanted one overlooking the pool. Rick couldn't understand the difference, but he negotiated for an hour with the hotel staff until he got what Janey wanted. As a reward, Janey organized a sitter for the children by the pool while the parents had sex like rabbits in their new suite.
The kids were both away in college now, but Janey hadn't lost her loveliness. Maturity and experience often makes a woman more beautiful, and her real estate work had secured the family financially, giving him a chance to perfect his designs for solar cell arrays. Still, her unpredictability could throw him, and his gift might backfire. Would the risk be worth it?
For the final course, Rick and Janey enjoyed a warm apple cake with kombu ice cream, decadent with the fragrance of the sea.
“How was your meal, honey?” Rick asked.
“I feel like it's only an appetizer for what comes later.” She grinned, and Rick's cock hardened.
After settling the bill, the couple strolled the city's street that hosted its luxury shops. Rick believed he would buy anything in any window just to please Janey. All she had to do was ask. Would she be satisfied with his simple gift? On the other hand, his heart pounded when he imagined her draped in the red silk robe. He felt his impatience rise.
“Is something wrong, Janey? You seem reluctant to get to the hotel.”
“No, darling. I'm merely enjoying the moment with the man I love.”
When they lingered at a window display, he slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. He pressed his erection against her mons pubis while he locked his eyes with hers. She swayed with him, signaling her complete acceptance of him, body and soul.
“I'm getting wet, my love,” Janey said.
Rick glanced at the insistent rain.
“Not that kind of wet,” Janey added.
Rick's breathing quickened.
The staff at the Emerald City's most famous five-star hotel set up the couple's room just as he'd requested: On the small table was a dozen red roses, a small bottle of cognac with two squat glasses, and a wrapped package, his gift. He loosed his tie, removed his jacket and shoes, and opened the cognac, pouring the amber liquid into the glasses. When Janey returned, he offered her one.
“What's this?” Janey said, fingering the package.
“An anniversary gift.”
Rick swallowed. He often felt he didn't deserve such an intelligent, sexy woman. He worked hard, but the patents didn't always earn the royalties he'd imagined, sometimes none at all. Before Janey got her real estate license, they struggled with money. She always supported him, though, and never complained.
Janey opened the box with the red silk robe neatly folded inside.
Rick said, “It's made with silk charmeuse, the same silk your wedding gown was made of, but wine red, not white. The lingerie site said it was hand-sewn by women with decades of experience.” He felt as if he should sell the idea of wearing it to her.
Janey removed the robe, held it up, then draped it over her dress, as if testing it. She turned to a full-length mirror on the door of the walk-in closet. Rick's heart pounded. He tried to read her expression, thoughtful, anxious, a little troubled.
“Do you like it?” Rick said.
“These look best on a younger woman, Rick. I'm not 26 anymore. I don't know if I can…” Her voice trailed off.
Rick leapt up from his chair and put his hands gently on her shoulders. “A 26-year-old can't hold a candle to you. I want to see this on you as you are now, not as some memory of a woman who no longer exists.”
Janey nuzzled her cheek on her husband's strong hand and disappeared into the bathroom.
Rick poured another finger of cognac for himself. Even after 25 years, a partner could have secrets, or a couple might have trouble communicating a desire, or maybe he was just clumsy. Had he made a mistake?
Janey emerged from the bathroom. She'd worked briefly as a model in college, and she approached Rick with a slow, practiced walk. The red silk robe draped over her body like a second skin, clinging to every curve and crevice. The shimmering fabric highlighted her nipples and hugged her hips. She left it slightly loose around her cleavage, hinting at her chocolate brown areolas.
“I'm curious, Rick. Why did you buy this?”
Rick trembled. He almost dropped his cognac glass. Didn't she understand? No woman alive could ever match this goddess. “I wanted to see you in it. I can hardly believe I'm not dreaming.”
Janey took slow steps toward her husband. That grin, unforced, sincere. He knew what it meant, and it drove him mad. While he removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, she undid his belt, unhooked the waist of his pants, and lowered his zipper. She stroked his erect penis with a light touch. He pushed down his briefs and stepped out of his trousers. After a giggle while he awkwardly removed his socks, he stood naked before her. He'd managed to avoid the thick waist that had crept up on his male friends. He swam three times a week at the community pool.
He drew Janey toward him, pressing his cock against her vulva, covered by the robe. He wanted to feel the robe's silk smoothness on his phallus, anticipating the feeling of her vagina. The robe's satin touched the sensitive skin at the base of his penis, and he gasped. Janey dropped to her knees. She ran her tongue along his shaft from base to tip, rolling her lips over the glans. He moaned, almost forgetting to breathe.
“God, Janey. You are so beautiful. I was afraid you wouldn't like the robe, wouldn't want to wear it for some reason.”
“I love it, husband. I feel like a queen. I'll treasure it forever, because it makes you happy.”
Rick raised her up and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined like dancers. He guided her to the bed, and she let him lay her body on her back. Rick undid the loose knot of the robe's belt, and the soft, smooth fabric fell away from her torso. At his kiss of her inner thigh, she moved her legs apart, exposing her clitoris and labia, glistening with her juices. Janey panted in anticipation, and when Rick tongued her clit, the sound she made signaled an almost unholy mix of pleasure and pain. Rick stroked her labia and clit with his lips. Her thigh muscles trembled.
“Inside me! Inside me! NOW!” Janey begged.
His cock rod-hard, Rick eased up over Janey's belly, stopping to suck on her right nipple, which he knew from long years of experience was more sensitive that the left. He planned to spend extra time on the left nipple later. He adjusted his hips. The moment his glans touched her vulva, he brought his eyes to hers, looking deeply into a violet pool. With the slightest pressure, he pushed his hips forward and entered Janey.
His jaw opened with the ecstasy of feeling her liquid warmth surround his shaft. Janey spread her legs farther apart, inviting him to penetrate her, then brought her feet together. He sensed the pressure of her vagina muscles against his erection. He moved deeper, and when he felt her inner labia on the base of his shaft, he threw his head back, closing his eyes to absorb every sensation.
Janey stroked his back, then brought her hands to his buttocks, pushing him harder into her as the huge muscles contracted. Unconsciously, Rick's thrusts increased in intensity. He let all of his cares go, focusing solely on the woman he loved and the sensation of her body. Janey arched her back slightly, and Rick kissed her again, running his tongue over her teeth and gums. She giggled.
“I'm want you now, my lover. Come! Come! Pour yourself into me!”
Rick thrust again and again, feeling his orgasm build like a thunderstorm. He discarded every inhibition, and as Janey screamed her orgasm, his exploded. The world beyond himself and his wife extinguished itself for an instant. He pumped more of his jizz deep into his wife's pussy with every contraction. His thrusting became shallow, but steady, as the energy of their mutual orgasm dissipated. He kissed Janey lightly on her mouth and press his cheek to hers. His erection subsided and he withdrew, always disappointed the intense intimacy had passed, but anticipating another moment of ecstasy.
Rick's heart rate eased as Janey rested her head in the crook of his neck. She was still wearing the red silk robe, though it was damp with her sweat and lover's nectar. After a few minutes, she moved off the bed toward the bathroom.
“Where are you going darling?”
When she reached the bathroom door, she slipped the red silk robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to her feet. Rick drank in the strength of her shoulders and her wide hips and buttocks. His loins stirred again.
Janey glanced over her shoulder. “Oh my goodness, I've dropped my new robe. Could you retrieve it for me?”
Taking the hint, Rick jumped off the bed and gathered up the robe. She had started a shower. He followed his wife into the cascading water, Once they were done, she'd need to wear the robe, and he'd make love to her all over again.
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About Roderick Zeus:
Roderick Zeus is a pseudonym for a Seattle-based erotica, science fiction, and non-fiction author.
