A Night to Remember

The big D day has finally arrived, or rather, S day. To avoid arousing suspicion, I lied to Carlos, telling him I was still finalizing the property deal with Alba and wouldn't know when I'd be back. As for Juan, I said my sister was missing her nephew and asked to keep him for the night. I made sure Carlos wouldn't be working at the restaurant that day, as tiredness wouldn't be an acceptable excuse for this occasion.

I used and abused the candles. After all, as Rúbia rightly said, a romantic dinner without candles is not a romantic dinner. I bought candles of different sizes, colors, and scents, strategically placing them around the apartment. I created a pathway of candles from the hallway to the dining room and also leading to our bedroom. I put them on the windowsills, on top of tables, and even on the base of some upside-down wine glasses, under which I placed flowers, turning the wine glasses into decorative objects. I took out the candlesticks that were stored away and placed them on the table. I also scattered some heart-shaped scented candles in our bedroom and bathroom. I folded the heart-shaped napkins, bought the white dishes, the special placemats, and displayed our best photos in the living room and dining area. I checked the menu I had prepared especially for Carlos, the drinks, and then I went to the bedroom to get ready.

I put on a corset with padding, a garter belt, and cherry-colored thigh-high stockings, then slipped on black heels. I applied red lipstick, created a bold eye look, and styled my hair in a loosely tied updo. I went to the closet and picked out a robe made of tulle with lace details. The robe had flared long sleeves and a mullet-style cut, shorter in the front and longer in the back, with a touch of transparency. I tied the robe in my room when I heard the front door open, keys being put down...

Carlos stood in the living room, still wearing a surprised expression when I appeared. He looked me up and down, making me feel desired and sexy. I approached him sensually and smiled, saying, "Welcome, my love."

"What's all this?" Carlos asked, pointing to the decorations in the room.

"Well, you were right. Our first night together should be memorable," I replied, walking towards the champagne bottle, which startled my husband. I opened it, poured two glasses, and handed one to Carlos, continuing, "Tonight, I just want to show you how grateful I am for you."

"Cheers," Carlos said, clinking his glass against mine. He moved closer to kiss me, but I stepped back. "Hey!"

"Come on, dinner should be almost ready," I said, taking his hand and leading him to the dining room.

I arranged the chair for Carlos to sit in, took the heart-shaped red napkin, and slowly placed it on his lap while my face was close to his, feeling his heavy breathing. Then, I lifted myself, standing and walking towards the kitchen. In a matter of minutes, I returned with cherry tomato Bruschetta, an appetizer to accompany the champagne. I served Carlos, who was admiring my backside until he couldn't resist and gently touched it over the robe. I smiled without him noticing and then moved away, allowing the robe to slip through his fingers. I served myself and then sat down, looking at my husband.

"Wow, Bruschetta," my husband commented, taking a generous bite. Judging by his expression, I hit the mark. "When did you learn to make this?"

"You're not the only one with tricks up your sleeve," I replied, biting into the Bruschetta and letting the tomato sauce smear my lips. I used my index finger to wipe the corners and then sucked it, making my husband shift into his chair. "Mmm, it tastes really good..."

"Let me try..." Carlos requested, approaching.

"You have some on your plate."

"One of the things I learned in gastronomy is that the taste changes depending on where you experience it," Carlos explained, holding my chair with his arms and pulling it towards him, bringing me closer to his face. "Let's see how this sauce tastes on your lips."

Carlos began by kissing the corners of my mouth and then claimed my whole mouth, intensifying the kiss, almost making me lose control. Focus, Dália, I thought to myself, reluctantly pulling away from my husband's lips. "The sauce does indeed taste a million times better on our lips," Carlos said, still with his eyes closed...

"I'll go to the kitchen to bring the next dish," I whispered, standing up from the table.

I took a deep breath in the kitchen while preparing the main course; at this rate, we wouldn't even get to dessert. Then I remembered the sweet wine I bought for the occasion and returned to our cellar, placing it on the table, catching Carlos's attention as he held the bottle. He was probably trying to guess what daring dish I had prepared. I set his plate in front of him and then mine. Next, I filled our glasses with the chosen wine and announced, "Pear and gorgonzola risotto." I watched as Carlos analyzed the plate with some incredulity. I took a sip of my wine and continued, "They say this recipe pleases the most demanding palate. Shall we try it?"

"We shall," Carlos said, taking a forkful of my exotic creation. He closed his eyes as if he were almost having an orgasm, followed by a very prolonged "Mmmmm." "The mix of the sweetness of the pear contrasted very well with the strong flavor of the gorgonzola. My mouth exploded with an incomparable taste... Congratulations, you're turning into a better cook than I am."

I smiled at him, and we continued to enjoy the main course while making small talk. He told me about his day at work, and I shared mine. As Carlos finished his plate, he rubbed his hands together excitedly and said, "So far, this dinner has been very memorable. I must warn you, I have high expectations for dessert."

I got up and slowly collected the dishes. Then I stood in front of him and said, "Dessert will be served in the bedroom. Take a shower while I finish preparing it."

"As you wish, my lady," Carlos replied, getting up.

As I passed by him, he pulled me into a long kiss, and as he bit my lips, he already had me going crazy. I watched him leave the room, and then practically threw all the dishes in the sink, returning to the living room to set the mood. I turned on some sensuous music for the next act and grabbed one of the kitchen chairs before heading to our bedroom. I turned off all the lights, leaving only the bedside lamps on. I positioned myself at the entrance of the bedroom, waiting for Carlos to appear. The music seemed to catch his attention, and he emerged from our bathroom, drying himself off.

"Wow," he said, smiling. "Dessert?"

"Tonight, I'll dance for you," I said, approaching and pushing him towards the bed, making him sit. "Until you do everything with me... Everything I'm dying to do and can't stop thinking about."

I started dancing softly, maintaining eye contact with Carlos. Gradually, and in rhythm with the music, I untied my robe. I let it slide down my body until it fell to the floor. I kicked it away and continued dancing slowly, highlighting my breasts and buttocks. I gazed intently at Carlos, who was open-mouthed while I ran my hands slowly over my body and then looked away. I raised my hands to my hair and let it down, sensually tossing it, driving Carlos wild. After that, I swayed my hips, using my hands to explore my body, and then walked back to the chair, leaning over it provocatively. I took off one stocking at a time and threw them in Carlos's direction, where he caught them and brought them to his nose to smell. I turned back to face him, playing with my breasts to drive him even crazier.

I continued dancing and turned around again, slowly pulling my panties down to the middle of my butt, smiling and teasing Carlos with my gaze. I danced like this for a while, showing off my backside and looking back at him. Then I continued the movement until I slid my panties all the way down. I sat in the chair and opened my legs towards Carlos, slowly sliding my hands down to my ankles, removing the panties slowly with my feet while teasing him by moving sensually on the chair as if it were Carlos's lap. I then straightened up, tossing my hair, and stood up, twirling the panties between my fingers. I walked towards Carlos, who seemed to have suffered greatly from my entire performance. I stopped in front of him, leaned in, and kissed him. Then, I slid my panties down my body and handed them to him, saying, "The rest of the night is entirely up to you."

Carlos pulled me to him, placing me on his lap, and I straddled him. He kissed me, penetrating me without hesitation. He entered me forcefully, pulling my hair and biting my lips. I moaned loudly with desire, scratching his back... We seemed like two animals full of desire. He threw me on the bed and then put me on all fours, sliding inside me without hesitation. He pulled my hips towards him, slapping my butt with force, making me scream. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, punishment, and reward. He pulled my hair, bringing my head close to his lips, whispering, "Is this what you wanted?" He continued with a strong rhythm, asking, "Tell me..."

"Yes... this is what I wanted," I replied, gyrating on his cock.

I lay my entire body on the bed, leaving my butt well up for Carlos, who took advantage and thrust even harder. He didn't care about my moans. His slaps were also very intense on my butt, which was already stinging. Eventually, I felt Carlos's hand sliding down to my clit, driving me crazy. It didn't take long for my body to start trembling, and I came hard, wetting my husband. Then I felt Carlos's body stiffen, he sped up more, moaning until he roared, and I felt him pulsing inside me... finally.