Amanda gently took my right hand off the steering wheel, kissed it, and pressed it to her freckled cheek. It was our personal way of showing affection to each other. I was getting so anxious that it took considerable effort to prevent my hand from shaking as she held it.
“You know I don’t care about gifts, or anything like that. We can just spend a night out like this, and it’s enough for me. It’s always been enough.” The love and sincerity in her voice made me my entire being bleed in worship of my wife, and I just wanted to make her happy.
We drove the rest of the way home in silence.
After what seemed like hours (although in actuality it wasn’t even 20 minutes later), we were finally pulling up our driveway and into our garage. I closed the garage door, and it landed with an ominous bang. We remained seated for a moment, and I looked at my wife. In the dimness, I could still see Amanda’s eyes sparkling like stars. I could see the little black dress stretched tightly over her sexy body, which made me want to reach over and touch her.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I told her adoringly.
“Only about 50 times tonight,” she responded in mock consternation. “Now stop stalling and let’s go inside!”
We exited the car. I took Amanda by the hand and led her to a door which connected our garage to the kitchen. I paused as my hand rested on the doorknob. Taking a long deep breath, I twisted it and opened the door.
Amanda immediately knew something was out of the ordinary as we stepped into the kitchen. “Why is the living room light on?” There was a hint of alarm in her voice since we never left any lights on when we went out.
“Maybe you should go in and take a look.”
Amanda turned and looked at me with a perplexed expression. She hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and stepped into the living room. I held my breath as I followed closely behind her, ready to calm her down and explain.
Our living room was fairly spacious, with a long leather sofa, a matching loveseat, and a sturdy coffee table among the furniture. A single table lamp was turned on and illuminated a small area.
Obscured in the shadows and standing at attention in the center of our living room were 5 naked men patiently stroking their cocks.
My wife’s reaction was, more or less, what I had expected.
“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE… WHO ARE…. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
Amanda covered her eyes and spun, attempting to flee the room and call the police. I hastily blocked her path.
“Stop! Calm down, calm down, it’s ok. Please, calm down. I know you’re scared and confused, but it’s ok. Everything’s going to be alright.”
I tried to remain composed as I waited for my wife to find her voice. “What are…..how can you be so….” Amanda stopped when she finally noticed I wasn’t fazed by the situation. Her look of sheer terror slowly changed into incredulous shock as her jaw dropped. “You KNEW they were here?!?!”
I pulled Amanda close to me. Her entire body was shaking and her heart was beating wildly. So was mine. I held her until I sensed she had regained her composure somewhat. Then I leaned down, kissed her on her forehead, and touched her hand to my cheek. “This is your present,” I told her simply.
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