I got home from work and knew immediately something was up: the hallway was littered with candles and rose petals, and the air was filled with the aroma of grilled steak. I opened the kitchen door cautiously.
“Oh, you’re home!” exclaimed my missus, looking up from the stove.
“What’s all this?” I asked.
“I just thought we’d spice things up a bit tonight. It has been a while after all.”
It certainly had, and whilst there was footie on the telly, I went along with it all (and recorded the game.) We had a wonderful meal together and chatted like we were young again. Afterwards she looked at me across the table and said, “So, time for dessert?”
“Sure, why not?” I replied, rubbing my stomach. I always have space for pudding.
However, when she got up she gave me a funny look and slowly let her dress drop, revealing more skin than I had seen in a long time. She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me over to the couch and started to undress me.
“Make love to me like never before,” she whispered huskily.
“Sure, why not?” I thought, and took my socks off.