For our two month anniversary I decided to go whole hog. One time a few months ago we were looking through a picture book, and Curt mentioned how beautiful he thought the field of lavender in France was. If I could take him there, that would have been perfect, but it wouldn’t be possible, at least not this year. But I figured I could approximate it. I went out and bought lavender sheets for our bed and a lavender nightie for me. The colors were probably more purple than lavender, but it’s the thought that counts. Then I got some more or less lavender nail polish and some equally more or less lavender eyeshadow. I didn’t stop there. I splurged on some pure lavender oil. Finally, I got an artist friend from school to do a portrait of me standing in a lavender field. She insisted I only had to pay for the materials. She said painting me nude was pure pleasure (her words). (I think she’s into me, and someday maybe I’ll just ... well, I like thinking about it.)

So I set everything up, even managing to get the painting hung over our bed, so when Curt got home late that afternoon, everything was in place: my makeup and nails, even my toenails, the sheets on the bed, the nightgown. Curt was impressed. And in short order he was undressed.

I had him lie back on the bed and pretend we were in a field of lavender. Then I went to work on him. (It wasn’t really work—it was pure pleasure.) I caressed his cock, paying special attention to that special spot. I took him right to the edge of orgasm so many times! Poor guy! “Be patient,” I told him.

And I oiled him, first taking off the nightie so it wouldn’t get ruined, not that I really cared. I oiled Curt everywhere, his chest, his arms and legs, his hands and feet and even between his toes. I didn’t do his face or backside and I didn’t do his cock. Not at first because I wanted to blowjob him, but then I did his cock anyway. That was so fun!

And I did blowjob him. I wanted to make him last, but it wasn’t but a few minutes and he was coming. The lavender oil didn’t taste bad, but I didn’t want to swallow it, so I drooled everything, cum and oil, back onto his spent cock, and then I caressed him and sucked him back to full strength. Some of his backside did get oiled. I know some tricks!

Then I fucked him. I rode him reverse only because I was facing in that direction. I know he gets pleasure watching my ass while we fuck, and his pleasure is my pleasure. I didn’t last long. What a great cum!

Now I have to think of something for anniversary number three.