Linda's Legacy - Sex Stories

Linda's Legacy

... up at Victoria's Secret that Tuesday, so we'd spend the weekend making things special before I left for my conference... the one he didn't know about, yet. The one I was planning on telling him about after dinner.

It took me almost an hour to get everything ready. While the meatloaf was in the oven, I cleaned off the table and vacuumed the dining room, put out the good place settings, and had time to shower, do my hair and makeup, and slip into my new blue dress. The color really brings out my eyes. I dressed it up with a necklace Bradley had given me for our fifth anniversary. The kids liked my meatloaf okay, but I had to make mac-and-cheese for them, since they wouldn't eat the potatoes or the sprouts.

The moment he arrived home having picked up the kids, it was showtime.

Braelyn and Cayden ran around like the little tornadoes of chaos that they are, and we were barely able to get their shoes changed and their things put away before dinner. I plated their food and had them sat down and was decanting the wine when Bradley joined us, with one eyebrow questioningly raised.

I just smiled at him. I beamed the most sunshine-filled smile full of love and adoration I could muster at him.

It only made him look more worried.

Everyone was delighted and happy, they all praised my cooking, the kids ate like tasmanian devils, and even enjoyed a small piece of key lime pie each. Cayden didn't like his, he said it tasted sour. Braelyn finished it for him. After we ...

... plopped the kids in front of a movie... their favorite movie, which they'd watched a thousand times already, Bradley nudged me back into the dining room. He'd already cleared the table and filled the dishwasher. He had the last of the red wine in a glass in front of me, and he poured himself a finger of Glenmorangie, neat. He'd picked up the habit from my father years ago.

"So." He took his seat. "Are you going to tell me what this was all about?"

"Aren't I allowed to surprise my husband with a lovely dinner?"

"Oh yes. You absolutely are. I've enjoyed every moment of this evening. The meal was perfect. You are beautiful. Stunning, even. You've clearly gone all out. But it's not my birthday, or yours. It's not our anniversary, our dating anniversary, Valentine's day, Sweetest day, or anything like that. As far as I can tell, it's just a Friday night. What is the occasion?"

"Okay, you got me," I said, blinking coquettishly. "I may need a little favor from you next week."

"I see. What sort of a favor?"

"Well... I'm going to a conference. In Chicago. It's four days, Tuesday through Friday. I'll fly out Monday evening, and I'll be back Saturday afternoon. So I'm afraid you're going to play at being a single dad for a little while." His face darkened. I'd have to step it up. "In the meantime, tiger, I'm going to spend the whole weekend rocking your world. And when I get back, lover," I leaned forward, giving him a healthy peek down my dress, "I'm going to rock it... ...