by Bear

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Squirting, Caution, .

Desc: Sex Story: The Anniversary of a young couple so much in love. What happens that memorable night?

I stumbled my way into the bedroom. I was drunk. Call it what you want: plastered, wasted, toasted, etc. I was fucked up. The room was spinning. My head hurt and I was just shy of up-chucking whatever remains of food had been in my stomach.

I was trying to get myself to the bathroom. I only made it as far as her dressing room before collapsing onto the floor. I awoke sometime later and I found myself pulling up on the chair to her vanity table. It was a struggle to get up. And I fell numerous times. One of the times, I accidentally knocked over a bottle. The immediate fragrance of the perfume filled the air and brought back memories...

Ever since she was introduced to Clive Christian's Perfume No .1, she always commented on how she loved the fragrance, but didn't want to spend so much money on something as trivial as perfume. I have to admit that it did smell great on her when she first tried it. She yearned for the perfume, but had convinced herself that she would never be able to afford that bottle of perfume. I was going to change that.

I was driving down Rodeo Drive to make preparations for our anniversary night. I was going to make it a night to remember. We both had high paying jobs that gave us a little more of a luxurious life than most. Even so, I knew I would be stretching my budget with all that was planned. But she was worth it. She was the light of my life. And she deserved everything that I would do for her tonight.

The first stop that I made was to Palette Maquillage for the perfume. This was an exquisite boutique that had some of the most hard to find beauty care products. It took me a while to find a store that carried the perfume. When we first encountered Clive Christian's Perfume No .1, it was when we were honeymooning in France. But I was able to finally find it here.

The sales associate, brought out the black velvet box. The box itself was already awe-inspiring. It was embroidered and gold-leafed. When she opened the box, the bottle was resting on soft satin. I was admiring the bottle. She noticed this and informed me of the rarity of the item.

"... this rare bottle is handmade from lead crystal. The neck is 24-karat gold-plated sterling silver, stamped with unique hallmarks and set with a brilliant-cut 1-carat diamond solitaire. The stopper is fashioned after the original design granted by Queen Victoria..."

"Thank you," I said as I interrupted her. I wasn't trying to be rude. I just was in a hurry because there were a few more stops that I had to make before evening. "I will go ahead and purchase the item."

I took the bag and headed into my car for my next destination: The House of Harry Winston. I purchased the Floral Motif Classic Diamond necklace. This was the item that really set me back a pretty penny. As much as the perfume would be a surprise, this would be a total shock to her. She had no idea I even knew about her desire for this necklace. I had overheard her and her girlfriends one evening as I was coming in from the garage. And they were talking about this specific necklace and how it would look so good on her. She had responded by saying something to the effect of how she will "keep dreaming". I wanted our first year anniversary to be a night where dreams would come true.

My last stop was to the Regent Beverly Wilshire to make sure that the suite was in order. I had the florists immerse the room in red roses and rose petals. And I wanted to make sure everything was perfect. The Regent is one the most elegant hotels on the West Coast. I took the elevator to the presidential suite.

I opened the door, which lead me directly into the main sitting area. Then walked around making sure that all the flowers were carefully arranged. I found the large bags of rose petals on the bed and opened them up. I carefully laid out rose petals on the bed and onto the floor near the bed. I took the second bag and went into the bathroom. I laid some inside the deep sunken marble bathtub. And all round the lip and floor. Placing some around the candles to accentuate the vanilla crme color.

Satisfied with it all, I left the room to go home. I was going to give all of her presents to her that evening in the hotel room. But I just couldn't resist and I brought the perfume with me. I wanted to give it to her right away. I couldn't wait.

I got home and called for her. She yelled back that she was in her dressing room. So I went in there. She was beautiful. Sitting there in front of her vanity mirror in her satin white slip. Her hair was done up and it accentuated her neck. I went behind her and kissed her on the side of her face and nuzzled my way up to her ear. She giggled a bit, but turned around, grabbed my face and drew me in for a long deep sensuous kiss.

When we broke the kiss, I held up the box to her. She looked at it and her eyes got wide. She recognized the box from when we saw it in France.

"It couldn't be... no... you didn't..."

"Yes honey. I did."

"Oh baby. I can't believe you got it for me. It's so expensive."

"For you, it's worth it."

She opened the box and started to tear up. She gently placed the box on her vanity table and then hugged me fiercely. Her voice was barely a whisper when she thanked me.

To be honest with you, I'm not sure I wasn't a little crazy when I bought it for her. After all, how the hell could one little bottle of perfume cost over eighteen hundred dollars. But one look at her when I gave it to her was all the evidence I needed to be sure it was well worth the money.

"Honey, this will be a night you won't ever forget. I was going to give you the perfume later on at the hotel. But I just couldn't wait. Why don't you finish getting ready. I have some last minute things I need to take care of at the hotel, so I'll head over there first. Come to the hotel when you're ready."

"Ok baby." I kissed her on the forehead, then went into my closet, gathered my things and left for the hotel.

In my drunken state I looked at the liquid that lay in a little pool on the vanity table. The smell of the perfume permeated my senses. It was light and airy, yet powerful at the same time. It was a good fit for her as that described her as well.

I sat in her chair thinking about that first year of marriage. Thinking about that first year of marriage brought a smile to my face even through my nausea. The amount of love that we shared with each other that first year of marriage was incredible. I don't think that two people could have been more in love. We were compatible in every sense of the word.

I dipped my finger into the little pool of perfume water and brought it to my nose. The smell just reminds me of that night, washing her hair.

She brought the perfume with her. We were pouring in a little of it in with the unscented bubble bath. I turned off the water when the tub was all filled up and lit all the candles that I placed earlier around the tub. I asked her to stand in front of me. She was beautifully stunning in her evening dress. The diamond necklace that I gave her earlier that evening shown brightly against her skin and her black velvet dress. I stepped behind her and reached for the zipper in the middle of her back. She turned her head slightly to look at me.

It warmed my heart to see her looking back at me shyly. She was blushing. As I was finishing unzipping her dress, I lightly kissed her shoulder. A moan escaped her lips and she was excited from the contact. I pushed the straps off of her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor.

It was then, that I knew why she was blushing. She was wearing this beautiful French-crme colored corset. It had delicate Bastille lace trim. She was breath taking in it. Under that she was wearing this tiny thong. She was an exquisite creature to admire. Beauty, grace and elegance radiated from her. I don't think I could have been more turned on than at that moment.

I took a minute to admire her. She was gushing with the attention that I was paying to her. It felt like it was the first time all over again. Is it possible to fall in love with someone over and over again? That's how I felt about her. She was the center of my life. She was the day and the night. Her beauty within was the only thing that surpassed her physical beauty. And every day that I knew her was another day I loved her.

I turned her around to face me and we brought our lips together. The kiss was sweet and soft and demure. Yet it had promise of things to come. As we broke the kiss, I placed my arms around her and brought her into a hug. I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you baby. Always and forever. I love you." She brought her head down to rest upon my chest as her arms circled my neck.

We stayed like that for a little while. Both of us not wanting to move. It was comfortable standing there, embracing and basking in the glow that was our love. I felt her shudder a slight bit. I also felt wetness on my chest where her face was. She was crying. And truth be told, so was I. We were both overjoyed with the love that we felt at that moment for each other.

Finally she brought her arms down so that she could wipe her tears away. But I held her wrists before she could do that. I then took her chin and lifted it. I bent down and kissed her tears. She looked up and saw my tears as well. She took her hands and wiped them away and kissed me on the lips again. This kiss was passionate and unbridled. It was more direct in showing each that we wanted the other.

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