The Anniversary Week - Monday - Sex Stories

The Anniversary Week - Monday

... place. And we do our best to live up to our promises - at least on the days when we have no worldly obligations and the place to ourselves. Those days generally involve little clothing and lots of repetitive noises. I walked in the door and immediately smelled my favorite meal - lasagna. I've had all kinds of lasagnas in my life and while many have been good, Sierra's are by far the best. Or rather, my mom's lasagnas are the best and Sierra managed to convince her to give her the recipe. It wasn't unusual for Sierra to cook, she's pretty good with most things she tries, but it's not often she goes through the trouble to make my favorite lasagna. She must have heard me come through the garage door, because she met me on the way to the kitchen and said "Hey honey," as she stretched up on her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss on the mouth and then wrapped her petite figure around me in a full-bodied hug, snuggling her face into my chest. Sierra is a little under 5 and a half feet tall, has long, hard-to-control frizzy blond hair, a perfect sun tan and a well-kept and slight figure. Her eyes are a perfect deep brown that are easy to get lost in for immeasurable lengths of time. When she pulls back from our hug, I can see she has let her hair loose from its usual tight ponytail and that she's wearing an apron along with her work clothes from the day - a smart blue business suit and skirt that I love to see her in because it shows off her curves in all the right ways - though she ...

... is barefoot. "Hey Ser Bear," I replied, using the nickname I'd given her because of the way her unruly hair makes her look on its worst days. For some reason she'd threatened to shave my wavy, light brown awesomeness if I ever used her nickname in public. "What's the occasion?" "What do you mean?" she said, walking back to the kitchen and starting to lay out silverware and dishes for our meal. "Don't you know what today is? Our anniversary...?" My heart sank and my headache gave a painful spike. Our 5th anniversary! I'd forgotten all about it. Oh man, she's gonna kill me. What am I gonna say- Why is she laughing? "It's not today, is it?" I panted, reaching out to the counter for support. "Of course not, it's on Thursday," she replied affably, handing me the last of the dishes to set on the table and moving to pull our lasagna out of the oven, "which you would have known if you had looked at our wall calendar this month!" "That's not fair, this is the first week of the month!" I complained, setting the dishes down and moving to get some wine. "It's always one excuse or another with you," she said in her mock-stern tone. "But since you forgot our last 4 anniversaries-." "I remembered our third one!" "That's because we happened to be talking about it the week before!" "Hey, that's because I'm sly and tricked you into reminding me. You just don't want to admit it," I said smugly. "Blind luck aside, you've forgotten all of our anniversaries so far. So I've decided to plan this one ...