The Anniversary Week - Monday - Sex Stories

The Anniversary Week - Monday

... out." I groaned. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" "Why not? I am an event planner!" "Yeah, but you have a tendency to take things too far! Remember Mt. Rushmore?" That was a trip we had taken with my parents. Sierra had wanted to impress them and had over-planned everything into a mess that ended up with nobody able to do what they wanted when they wanted. "Now honey," she glossed, clearly wanting to change topics, "you know I've learned from that mistake. And I've already planned our anniversary so that's that." By this time our meal had started and we were talking between bites. "All right all right," I consented graciously, "What do you have in mind?" "Well..." she said, flashing me a big smile. "It's a secret. Mostly." "What do you mean?" "I've planned things out for the week through Sunday, an activity a day. Tonight, for instance, is a special dinner and a romantic bath. Tomorrow is movie night." "Okay, so what are we doing for the other nights?" She flashed another smile. "I told you, they're a secret! I shouldn't have even told you about tomorrow. But I will tell you this: I've enlisted Claire to help with some of our other activities." "That can't be good. It sounds like you've over-complicated things already!" "Oh, shut up. It's all going to be sensual and romantic and exciting, and that's all that matters." I exaggerated a big sigh, and smiled down at my food. "Okay, fine. Where is Claire, anyways? She's missing out on a great meal!" Since she’d been staying ...

... here, Claire usually ate dinners with us - it was generally the only time all 3 of our schedules coincided. "She's out with Jacob, for their date night." "Oh. I thought they'd broken up?" "Don't be silly!" Sierra chided. "Of course they're still together." "Huh. Then why did she need to move in with us?" "She's only here temporarily, and it's complicated, Eric. You'll have to ask her yourself. Actually, why don't you two go out for lunch tomorrow?" "That sounds good," I said idly, not really wanting to go anywhere else at the moment. "Now, when were we going to take that bath you promised me?" By now we had both finished our dinner and we'd just been talking over empty plates and drained glasses. Grinning and slipping on her sultry bedroom voice, Sierra answered, "There's no time like the present. Go on upstairs, hon, and draw the bath. I'll clean up down here first." "At once, Ser Bear!" I said, deepening my voice humorously. I hopped up from the table and made my way to the (nearly) perfect bathroom, my headache barely noticeable. Once there, I started to prepare the bath. After the water reached the perfect warmth, I plugged up the drain and threw in some scented bath salts. I almost tossed in the bubbles too, but deemed them overkill. Plus, you can't see as much with stupid bubbles in the way. Before undressing and hopping into the perfectly drawn bath, I set up some slow music through the surround sound system I was happy I'd been allowed to install. So what if Sierra mostly ...