Spicing Up the Relationship in the Bedroom

John drove home from work after a long week in the office and courtroom. He'd finally won his case though and was looking forward to a good night's sleep in his own bed, in the arms of his loving wife. His phone buzzed and the screen lit up with a photo of Anna. He smiled to himself and tapped the screen to answer on loud speaker. "Hello, my darling," John greeted her sweetly. Despite being exhausted he would always manage a cheerful disposition for her.

"Well, hello stranger."

"I know, I'm sorry. It just made more sense for me to sleep at the hotel down the road from the office. But I promise I have arranged to take the next five days off and we can do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want, eh?"

He smiled triumphantly. John had a feeling he knew exactly what she had in mind. The two of them had made the decision to finally start trying for a family now that she wasn't having to put in as many hours at the museum. She had been rather ravenous as of late, and he wouldn't deny he loved it.

"Are you nearly home?" she inquired.

"About a half hour away," he reported. "Why?"

"I have a surprise for you."

He groaned. "I'm not really a fan of surprises."

"I know," she replied with a flirtatious tone.

Suddenly it dawned on him. He did the math in his head and thought of the way she'd been acting lately. It was certainly a possibility. John could wait no longer and had to ask. "Anna, are you...I mean...are we pregnant?" His heart stopped beating for a few moments in eager anticipation.

"No, not yet," she replied. "But it gives us more time to practice."

"Well I'm all for practicing making babies with you," he stated with a chuckle. Robert would probably tease him mercilessly for speaking to Anna in such a way, but John didn't care. He was a fool in love, and always had been when it came to her.

"Same here."

But if that wasn't the surprise, what could it be, he wondered to himself. "Do I get any hints?"

"It's something you will love."

"How can you be so sure?'

"Oh I'm pretty positive you will love it. Just get home as quickly and safely as you can."

With those parting words John found himself racing against the clock to arrive home sooner.

He entered the flat and could smell something amazing coming from the kitchen. John walked in there first expecting to find Anna, but instead found a lovely table set for two with flowers and a note written in her hand. "The chicken still has an hour to go. Come to the bedroom to make use of your free time." His mouth went dry at the thought of what awaited him. How had he been so lucky to land a woman like Anna and have her not only love him, but be so completely captivated with everything about him. John loosened his tie and removed his jacket. He quickly set his bag down on the couch and kicked his shoes off before heading to the bedroom. His heart was practically beating in his throat now and his ears felt as though they were on fire with the images that his brain was conjuring up right now.

When he arrived at their bedroom door it was closed and he could hear music coming from inside their room. John knocked lightly, not wanting to spoil the surprise in case she wasn't ready yet. "Anna," he said softly. But the nervous tone of his voice made it sound more like a question.

"Come in," she encouraged from the other side of the door.

John pushed in on the door lightly and felt his breath hitch at the sight that played out before him. Their bedroom was bathed in candlelight, their bed covered in rose petals, and his gorgeous wife-dear God-she was a sight for sore eyes. His enchanting wife was waiting across the room lighting one last candle dressed in a french maid's costume that left little to the imagination. Every inch of exposed skin was absolutely incredible and her crystal blue eyes darkened as she eyed him from underneath that little lace cap. His eyes devoured her as mentally calculated what was the quickest way to tear that costume off. Her small, but ample breasts were poking out just enough over the top of her costume. That short little skirt just barely covered her pert bottom and she had chosen to wear the garter from their wedding night. John remembered running his teeth along that garter belt as he slowly slid it off her legs and within moments he was already demonstrating his eagerness for her. But he wasn't embarrassed in the slightest when she looked towards his lower half and bit down on her bottom lip as if she were about to devour him.

"Was this what you had in mind when I said I had a surprise for you?"

"Not even close," he confessed with flushed cheeks. John ran a hand through his hair nervously, afraid to move. Please don't let this be a dream, he thought to himself. "What's all this?"

"Just my way of congratulating you on your victory in court," she said.

"Please tell me this is what I can expect for all my future victories?"

"Welcome home, counselor" she whispered in a sultry voice.