Marlena called John earlier at work to remind him to be home on time. As if he needed reminding. Even after all their years together, he still rushed straight home to her every night as fast as he possibly could, and with it being Valentine’s day, today was no different.
John walked into the Penthouse announcing, “Honey I got your mess…age.” He stopped when he noticed the dark downstairs. His keys fell to the lamp table while a white note card caught his eye. Picking it up, a smile formed. He would recognize her familiar elegant handwriting anywhere. The note read, ‘Take your shirt off and walk to the couch.’
John removed his shirt as requested and dropped it on route to the couch. Lying on the middle cushion was another note demanding John to remove his shoes and then walk into the kitchen for his final orders.
A shiny silver platter trimmed in gold sat on the table with two wine glasses, a vase atop it, and another note propped against the vase containing a rose. Upon picking up the note card, his eye caught a thin black box with a red bow.
A seductive grin spread across his lips in anticipation for what was to come as he read the note, ‘I’ve got the wine waiting upstairs. Drop your pants and put on what’s in the box. Then come upstairs. I’m there waiting. M.’
John entered their bedroom with the platter in hand. Marlena commanded, “Ooo, I like the boxers.”
Marlena’s eyes fell to John’s hand that was behind his back. “Whatcha got there, Sailor?” she insisted. She could never fool him with her patient act. He knew she did not have any when it came to surprises. “Something for my beautiful,” he looked down the length of her body and then back up again, “make that damn sexy wife.”
Her eyes lit up at the long stem red rose he had outstretched before her, but it was the shiny object dangling from the stem that intrigued her. “The infinity sign,” she stated unsure of John’s intentions. “Yes. A dozen roses is so overdone. So is two dozen,” he laughed, “I thought it might be more meaningful if I were to give you a single rose with the infinity sign. To signify any amount of roses you wish. But more importantly, to signify the infinite amount of time our souls will spend eternity together.”
“Oh!” her hand clasped around her mouth in pure joy. “But this isn’t just a sign,” he said holding it up, “it’s a charm.” Her eyes grew wide, “For my bracelet?” “The one and only,” he teased.
He put her charm on her bracelet and then sealed it with a kiss on her wrist. “There’s still,” he wiped a tear from her cheek, “one more.” Marlena took her seat as she waited for John to return. Tuscany delivered their dinner just before John arrived home and she was eager to get their meal underway for she had a surprise of her own for John after dinner.
Before they prepared to dine, John sat a long black velvet box on her plate. She opened it first thing and her eyes gleamed with excitement from the sparkling object that lay in front of her. She politely asked him to put it on for her so that she could admire it all night. It was a diamond tennis bracelet. And he kissed her wrist upon joining the clasp. He absolutely loved it on her wrist, and said that she is what gives it its beauty.
She was sitting across from him at the table cross legged. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. “Two gifts for your wrist,” he eyed her bare feet from under her long black silk robe, “Next year, I’m going for your ankles.” Marlena’s breath caught as she pictured him kissing her ankle. Dreaming of his delicate tongue on her skin.
“This is a first,” he began, “I’ve never dined in boxers with little hearts on them before.”
After they dined, John insisted upon dancing with his wife. Marlena could hardly wait to give John his present, but allowed them the time to enjoy swaying with each other to the soft music. Afterward, she needed a few minutes to get it ready. He agreed to give her the time she needed by volunteering to clear away their dishes.
“Just don’t get too involved in that. I don’t want you spoiling the mood,” she teased.
John finally entered their dim lit bedroom which was decorated in soft candle light and glanced around almost missing the figure on the balcony. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see his wife in full form. He made his way toward her and his heart started racing at the sight of her as he grew closer and closer.
She was wearing a little red devil outfit that consisted of a red teddy made of see through material, a red headband with red devil horns attached, and a red tail tipped with an arrow for the full effect. She could sense his closeness and turned around so that her back was to the balcony railing and her front was facing John.
“Holy fuck,” his jaws tightened when he saw that the teddy was see through. A lump caught in his throat at seeing his wife’s nipples through the skimpy material and he grew an immediate erection at noticing that the sheer material continued down between her legs.
She ran her hands across his bare chest. “Now that’s the idea,” her voice was raspy and seductive. She started past him toward their bedroom. “Not so fast, Blondie,” he grabbed the tip of her red tail and gently held on to it stopping the little red blonde devil in her tracks. “You tease me with this outfit, and then you walk away from me?”
She turned around, eyebrow cocked, her eyes brimming with passion and lust, “Who said I was teasing? And I like it when you grab my tail,” she winked.
“I hope you’ll like what I want to do to your tail,” he began as he pulled her near him and squeezed her bottom with both hands as he captured her mouth with his. Feeling her body slam into his, she let out a moan that sent shivers down his spine all the way to his very aroused groin. He deepened the kiss allowing his tongue to explore the warmth of her mouth.
Marlena pulled back breaking the kiss and hazel locked onto blue. Her voice was still raspy, “Hey big guy, I think you’re sexy as hell in these skimpy boxers, but I’ve been dying to get you out of them all night long.” As her hands worked their magic on the elastic, her eyes fell to where he had begun to poke out of the front of his shorts. “I see another part of you wants out of them, too,” and the black satin material quickly fell to his ankles.
The cool night air quickly tickling his bare skin. “Ahhhh!” he breathed a sigh of relief as he kicked them aside, “You read my mind, baby.” She gazed at the muscular man in front of her in all his naked and very aroused glory, and smiled a confident and proud smile.
Her hands returned to their journey of his chest filling each one with his masculine hair, “Did you happen to notice our bed?” He was enjoying her little game and glanced through the glass to get a look at their bed. Marlena had replaced the usual cotton sheets with a set of black satin sheets and pillowcases. A bottle of wine sat chilling beside the bed while rose pedals formed a heart on the center of the mattress. The red on black added very sexually appealing aesthetic to the atmosphere.
“My original plan was to actually get you back inside… and on our bed,” she whispered as he was awestruck by all that she had done. Tears welled up in his eyes from the thought she had put into her surprise, “Since when do you treat me to the romance?”
Her hand slid down his body as she spoke. “Since you are always treating me. Besides, I promised you that night after Christmas that if you were badenough, you would get a red devil outfit,” reaching her destination, she tightened her grip. “Mmmmm,” the sight of him in pleasurable agony inflicted electric sparks within her as her tongue found a nipple. She lingered there for a moment flicking her tongue at his erected nipple teasing it to a hilt before moving on to the other.
Between her kissing his chest and abdomen, her words were like a seduction all its own, “And since Christmas… you’ve been a very… very bad boy.” She was referring to all the many nights they have spent making love in their bedroom, on the living room couch, the piano, and even once on the kitchen table.
In between moans he reminded, “The joys of living in an empty nest. I can take you anywhere I want you. Any time I want you.” Her tongue dance she was performing on his nipples was driving him mad with desire for her and he slid his hand under her thigh and lifted her up by her leg, both wrapping around his waist instinctively. Her eyes caught sight of his muscular arms when he lifted her up and could not help but admire how he had always stayed in such great shape. In fact, they both had because he admired every time they made love how muscular her legs were as she pinned him to her.
He walked over to the bed and gently let her slide down from his waist. “As much as I love you in this very sleazy outfit,” he smirked, “I will love getting you out of it even more.” “Sleazy, uh? Is that what I’ve become to you,” she teased.
“Sleazy was too trashy a word. How about dirty?” he thought, although his mind was more interested in getting the outfit off of her than describing it. Once he did, she laid back on the bed before him. Stretching her long legs out for him to admire. There was a hint of kinkyness in her eye, “How about bad? I think I want to be bad with you tonight. A little devilish even.”
He reached down and captured a breast in his mouth. And then the other. Lingering long enough to make her feel the same pleasurable agony she inflicted upon him earlier, he moved up and captured her mouth. While their tongues explored their oral crevices, John entered her swiftly and effortlessly. Moments later, he raised up breathlessly, “God it’s good to be bad.”
The Jarlena Journal 