Date Night Part 1: Dinner for Two – By RighteousQuery

Dr. Marlena Evans was back on top and feeling better than ever. With her and John semi-retired, they’d both agreed to “projects” that ran simultaneously for the same duration-not to exceed 4 months. 

It was the best idea they had accidentally discovered during a dark period in their marriage. Until that fateful day, all Marlena could do was thank heavens for her practice, yoga and chocolate ice cream. 

With that well behind her and better days ahead, she was packing up her things for the winter so to speak. Her project had just wrapped while John’s would be done later in the week. 

Marlena ran into the door of their condo and began to set the stage. John, being the king of detail, had taught her a thing or two. 

“He’s going to be so excited,” gushed Kayla. “Are you nervous?” 

Marlena didn’t get nervous often, but this was one of those times. In all of the years that she had been with John, she rarely went this beyond her comfort zone to achieve the ultimate wow factor.

“We’ll see,” said Marlena optimistically. “This is usually John’s department.”

“Well, Steve and I will be home all night doing nothing. You manage to keep it fresh. I admire that,” said Kayla. 

John was a special man that inspired Marlena to do special things. Thinking out of the box was the norm.

“We are talking about a man who planned all of our weddings; all the way down to converting the cabin of a private plane into a honeymoon suite. He’s the one that keeps it interesting,” said Marlena. “I just spoil him and go along for the ride.”

Marlena scribbled some thoughts onto a notecard, sprayed it with one of her favorite scents and sealed it with a kiss. She strategically placed it in the “spot” as they playfully called it where notes, reminders and love tokens were left during busy times. It was a heart shaped cookie jar they bought years ago while traveling abroad. 

The idea behind it was based on the notion that Marlena was going to learn how to bake and keep cookies in the jar for the grandchildren. Still trying to learn how to bake, Marlena was a little slow with fulfilling that goal considering they were now all grown. 

Suddenly her cell phone rang. It was Allie, her granddaughter and co-owner of Sweet Bits. “Hi grandma! Did you find my gift? I stopped by earlier and left it in the kitchen.”

“Hi honey,” said Marlena looking around. “I’m standing in the kitchen and I don’t see anything. Are you sure you left it?”

“I’m positive. I left it on the counter next to the coffee maker,” said Allie somewhat confused. “Chanel mentioned we had a ton of samples left over from a new line she wants to launch at the bakery. I’ve been so busy helping Johnny that I haven’t even tried them. I hope you enjoy!”

“I know I will. I am sure they will turn up. Maybe your grandfather grabbed it.  I hope he saved me some,” said Marlena as she continued to look around. 

Speaking to the grandkids always made Marlena’s day. Despite the tumultuous relationship she’d had with Sami all of these years, she could honestly say that her relationship with Sami’s children made up for all of those dark times.

John walked into the condo completely exhausted from a horrible day of golf with Abe and Roman. Tossing his keys on the table and collapsing on the sofa, all he could think about was a beer. 

“Doc! Baby, are you home yet?” he called out but there was no answer. He then got off the sofa to investigate and grab a beer. Taking a swig of an ice cold Modelo, he searched the refrigerator for a snack. Just as he was about to eat a few cold cuts, he remembered to check the “spot”.

Just as he had suspected, his love had left him a note:

I ran out to get some last minute items for tonight. Don’t drink more than one beer and don’t ruin your appetite. I love you.

Doc

John sniffed the letter and closed his eyes and smiled. After all of these years, Marlena still did it for him every time. He could honestly say that he was the luckiest man alive.  It was actually his love for Marlena that finally convinced him to let go of trying to find his past. But for Stefano making him a pawn, they would have never met. That in itself, gave John Black his peace.

Marlena entered the door with a bag from the store and a bottle of wine. Flushed because she was behind schedule, she called out. “Honey, I am so sorry. The store was so crowded and they only had one line open…,” began Marlena.

John walked out and greeted her with a romantic kiss while taking the bags out of her hands. “I’ve been waiting all day for this moment,” said John.

“Me too,” said Marlena savoring the flavor of John’s lips on hers. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Date night. Who knew people would get so busy that they had to schedule date night.” 

“This is a new thing the kids are doing. My whole life with you is a date baby,” said John as he kissed her passionately once more. 

Getting caught in the rapture of his touch, Marlena was swept off her feet. Leaning in, she allowed her fingers to trace along John’s face. After 35 years, he still looked the same. Who said seniors didn’t get it in? They were living examples that passion never dies.

John followed Marlena’s lead and dropped the bags on the floor. 

“Careful!” exclaimed Marlena. “Your surprise is in a bottle.”

John pulled out a bottle of wine and read the label. His eyes opened with shock. “Caymus Cabernet Special Edition 2017? Are you kidding me,” enthused John as he picked Marlena up and spun her around.

Marlena was overjoyed with John’s reaction. “That’s why I am late. It was the last one I could find and it was across town. The owner was nice enough to hold it for me. I was hoping you would share it with me tonight,” she said flirtatiously while grabbing his growing bulge.

John Black was never one to turn down any type of sexual attention from his wife. One of the best things that could have happened to them during this stage of their lives was perfecting the art of tantric sex. Reading, learning and practicing was one of their favorite pastimes.

John began to unbutton Marlena’s blouse when she stopped him, “Wait, honey. I have everything planned out and if we don’t stop…,” she murmured. 

John continued to kiss her neck while pealing her blouse off. “You’ve been planning for a while. I know you’ve been up to something,” said John not stopping. “How about a quickie?”

Marlena tried to resist John with all of her might, but it was to no avail. Before she could decline his offer, he spun her around and laid her on the sofa while unbuttoning her jeans. “I am happy just making you happy,” he said as he reached into her moist panties. 

John had a way of teasing just enough to make it as enjoyable as the real thing.  Lightly rubbing Marlena’s outer lips without going further, he could feel her mound swell and begin to throb. Opening her legs wider to make room for a little finger play was all that Marlena could think to do.

John stuck his finger inside of her inciting a moan that was music to his ears, playing her clitoris like a fined-tuned fiddle. With every move that John made, she would hit a new note. They were loud, intense and unfiltered. 

As she moaned in John’s ear and grabbed his hair, he took that as a sign that he could now bring her home by focusing on her clitoris. He applied the right amount of pressure and friction that got her going every time. 

Grinding her pelvis into him, Marlena could feel herself about to explode, “Oh, John. I’m about to come,” she purred as her breathing increased and her body began to quiver. Marlena trembled underneath him, her legs quaking uncontrollably. John loved the expression on Marlena’s face during orgasm. Her eyes turned a brilliant shade of amber, her skin glistened and her cries had a soft melodic tune.  

“Let me hear it,” commanded John as he gazed into her eyes.

Marlena felt the nice waves of euphoria take over as John’s touch took advantage of her salivating loins. “You drive me insane,” she said trying to come down from such an instant high. “How am I going to cook a special meal for you after this?”

John stopped in his tracks. “You are cooking? For us? Tonight?” he asked with a twinge of concern.

Marlena pushed him off of her and stood up. “Yes I am cooking for us. I’ve been practicing and you are going to love it!” said Marlena full of false confidence. “And if you don’t, pretend you do like when I watch baseball.” 

John couldn’t argue with that one bit. Marlena watched every game and refrained from ever asking questions. She just cheered along with the rest of the fans and kept the snacks coming.

The Inaugural date night went off without a hitch. Marlena dressed in a sexy version of a chef’s uniform and cooked while John sat at the island counter in their kitchen and watched.  Cracking open the bottle of wine early to let it breathe, John walked up behind Marlena as she was stirring and hugged her from behind.

“I think watching you cook is starting to turn me on. I can get use to this,” said John.

Marlena continued to put the finishing touches on her first successful meal and then realized she had forgotten something crucial. “Damn it! I forgot the whipped cream!” she said crestfallen. “That was our dessert. I have the strawberries but no whipped cream.”

John went to the refrigerator and pulled out a box of chocolates. “You left these chocolates out. I put them in the frig before I left for golf. I say we make s’mores in front of the fire place, like how we use to,” suggested John. 

Marlena loved how easy it was to pivot with John. He was so easy to please and knew how to stay in the moment. “Ah, these are from Allie. She told me she dropped them off earlier. Something new they are launching. Well now that dinner is done, will you allow me to serve you Mr. Black?”

John and Marlena sat for what was a surprisingly pleasant dinner. Marlena had mastered the art of serving a delicious fettuccini with a wonderful mushroom sauce topped with moist chicken. Lifting his glass of cabernet, John made a toast. “To a wonderful meal cooked by the finest woman I know. Now when I say you are burning the kitchen down, I won’t mean literally.”

Marlena smiled and tossed her napkin across the table, “You little asshole!”

Suddenly, they could here Marlena’s phone beep in the distance. “Damn! I’m sorry. I was going to turn that off but got distracted when I got home,” she said teasingly.

“And whatever it is can wait. We made a deal. No phones during date night. If it’s urgent, they know to call the house phone,” added John. 

They snuggled in front of the fire place drinking their expensive wine and preparing to make s’mores. “This was a great night honey. I really enjoyed my dinner. The effort it took. I am so proud of you,” said John lovingly as he stroked her shoulders.

“I practiced really hard. Poor Kayla had to eat the first 2 before we figured out I was using sugar instead of salt. I know! I know! Note to self, cook with your glasses!” she laughed.   

They laughed uncontrollably and John spilled a bit of wine.

“That was like $20 worth of wine!” said Marlena. 

“A $200 bottle of wine for a million dollar meal,” he replied while kissing her on the back of the neck.

“Hmm, that feels so nice. I have missed this. No work. No kids. No drama,” said Marlena as her cell phone beeped again in the distance.

“Now we have to work on no cell phone,” said John fondling her breasts.

“I’m ready for dessert…before dessert,” said Marlena as she began to make a s’more.

Marlena dropped the gooey marshmallow on top of the graham cracker and placed a chunk of the chocolate on top. She turned to John and offered him the first bite. He bit the dessert leaving a trail of marshmallow on his bottom lip which invited Marlena to lick it off. 

“Hmm you taste good. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you,” said Marlena seductively.

John then fed her a bite and began to kiss her neck. It wasn’t long before the fire and wine had taken this night into a much higher gear.

Laying in front of the roaring fire, John and Marlena rolled around the floor like love struck newlyweds; kissing, touching and exploring. John pulled Marlena’s dress off and unclasped her bra cupping her breasts and inhaling the faint hint of lavender on her cleavage.  She could feel his hardness asserting itself to attention.

“Somebody wants my attention,” said Marlena as she pulled back to release John’s pulsating manhood. She unzipped his pants and began to gently stroke his member. It wasn’t long before she had John in her mouth gracefully polishing his throbbing rod. She had a way of teasing the tip before going deep without gagging. If the citizens of Salem only knew The Dr. Evans was the queen of perfect blowjobs. She took pride in being a freak in the bedroom and a lady in the streets.

John tilted his head back and rested his hand on the back of Marlena’s head as he enjoyed the suction of her warm and gentle mouth. A secret to their success was always knowing how to please the other. Marlena loved the feeling of John’s hand on top of her head when she gave him oral. It turned her on. 

Marlena began to moan from the pleasure of pleasing John and knew she’d have to mount him soon. While increasing her pace, she started to feel strange, almost euphoric. 

John knew the days of back to back orgasms were behind him except for the rare occasion and insisted on making love to his wife.

“Take your panties off,” whispered John. 

Marlena obliged and laid back spreading her legs inviting John to plunge deep into her moistened love canal. He pulled back to take a look before diving in. “I can see your juices running down your leg. Is that all for me?” asked John seductively.

It wasn’t long before John filled her walls with all 8 inches of his assertive phallus. Gliding in and out, John felt a lightheadedness that he had never felt before which made him pause.

“Are you ok?” asked Marlena.

“Never felt better. You just make me high,” said John.

“That’s funny because I feel the same way about you baby,” replied Marlena.

John and Marlena had always had great sex. There would be animalistic quickies from time to time. Then there were days when they could dedicate hours to long luxurious sessions of tantric interludes that included acts of foreplay beyond imagination. Tonight was slightly different. Their lovemaking felt new and while fantastic, unfamiliar.

Date night was going better than Marlena’s wildest dreams. Not only had she nailed the perfect meal, she had also managed to get nailed by the hottest guy in town. Somehow they went from making love to unapologetic f*cking which was rare, but never off the table. John felt 40 again. Pinning Marlena’s legs above her waist, John plummeted deep into her gut making her scream.

Pounding mercilessly, John got completely lost in Marlena’s essence.  Watching her passion-filled face contort made him even harder. Just before he crossed the point of no return, Marlena broke his trance.

“I want to ride you,” she said.

It took an act of congress to get John to stop. The more he had of Marlena, the more he wanted. He allowed his wife to mount him. Watching the movement of her breasts was always a wonderful sight. John slightly pinching her nipples sent Marlena over the top. Grinding forcefully, she could feel herself approaching climax.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me. You feel so good. It’s like I’m high,” whispered Marlena.

John watched his wife raise up and down on his organ moaning for all to hear when suddenly something came over him. He tried to speak but then it happened. They simultaneously climaxed. Their passion-filled cries echoed throughout the room.

Basking in afterglow, Marlena collapsed on John’s chest. “Oh my gosh, I’m so thirsty. I feel strange, but in a good way,” said Marlena. 

John rubbed her back and smiled. “Me too Doc. Me too and I think I know why,” said John. 

“I know. I know, it was my cooking,” bragged Marlena.

John laughed as he rolled Marlena over and grabbed the chocolates. “Baby, I think we are high.”

Marlena looked at him incredulously and snatched the box of chocolates from his hand to have a closer look. “What do you mean?” she asked in a panic.

John hugged her closely and laughed. “You never smoked pot in college? I mean the stuff these days is way more intense I see, but yeah baby…we are stoned.” 

Marlena couldn’t believe that her own granddaughter would give them laced chocolates. She immediately went to grab her phone from the kitchen.

John laid in front of the fire and snuck another nibble of the chocolate. “I am liking this. Remind me to give you an extra gift for your birthday kid,” John said to himself.

“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Marlena from the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” asked John very unfazed by anything beyond the four corners of his living room.

Marlena appeared with a smirk on her face holding her cellphone. “The one time I should have checked my phone,” she said giggling. “Your grand-daughter text warning us to not eat the chocolates. She said they were laced with marijuana. Oh, and she’s sorry.”

John and Marlena looked at each other and broke out into a fit of laughter cuddling in front of the fireplace. 

“Do we have any Doritos? I feel like Doritos,” said John overcome with the munchies.

“I was thinking more like ice cream. Ohhh, ice cream with Doritos?” Marlena asked cautiously.

John gagged and hugged her close. 

“I love date night honey. Let’s do this more often,” said John.

“Me too. I guess we will have to add chocolates on to our list, huh?” asked Marlena.

“There goes the neighborhood,” replied John as he caressed Marlena and watched the crackle of the flames.