Talkin after midnight

You've just gotten home after a long day of work. Maybe coworkers are driving you crazy or maybe the kids are driving you crazy. Whatever the case may be, you like to unwind and listen to one of your favorite and spicy podcasts.  Perhaps one day you'll be bold enough to submit your own naughty little story to share with other listeners out there. Who like you, are just looking to escape and have a great time.   For right now, you're keen to just cozy up with your favorite glass of wine and listen. For now, it's enough to live vicariously through someone else's steamy story. " Good evening listeners, and if this is your first time tuning in, my name is Freya.  I'm your host for your listening pleasure. Welcome to my show, Talkin after Midnight, where we talk about everything from love, relationships, breakups, and all the intriguing and most important s.e.x am I, right? Recently, I posted a question on my website and asked people to submit stories about the wildest surprise they ever gave to a significant other and I got some pretty interesting replies.  This one comes from Aria in New York. She wrote to me about a classic and classy gift of a striptease. So sit back, relax, and maybe make a few mental notes for yourself.  Dear Freya, When I saw the question on your website I had to spill this one. I'm not sure if it will get picked but, it was a major confidence booster for me. First, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 31 and a personal trainer. Being more on the muscular side as a woman has made dating difficult most of my life. However, when I met my husband I knew I had found one. Despite us being as different as night and day.  He's 45 and the CEO of an athletic brand. He loves sports but is definitely not a gym rat. Most of all, he adores me.  A couple of years ago, it was his birthday and I wracked my brain on what to give him. Because honestly, what do you give a man who has everything? Then a friend made the suggestion that I give it myself, but in a way, he'd never seen it.  I had never done anything like this. In fact, I was, as many would call it, vanilla when it came to bedroom activities. However, I knew my husband was the adventurous type. He was always surprising me with romantic or downright odd things. So, for once, I wanted to be the one to get things started. So there  I was, standing in the elevator in a long leather trench coat, riding up to the penthouse. I called my husband and told him to meet me in the bedroom, to just leave the door unlocked and turn out all the lights. Obviously, he had a few lewd comments as to what I was planning but I said nothing. This had to have an element of surprise. Honestly, as if the whole thing coming from me was not surprising enough. I had set up the apartment so that he would enter the darkened top floor, listening to the soft sounds of Jazz coming from the bedroom. Next, he would find an envelope on the bed. It was a cd of instrumentals cause I'm not the stupid club jams kinda gal. His second set of directions was left on a chair placed in the center of the bedroom. A little note was placed on a white box. Inside was a red satin robe with matching boxers.  I can't tell you the number of times he's gotten me lingerie, so I thought why not return the favor? At least as close as you can to a guy, right? I also set out a bottle of wine and two glasses.    I was going to need liquid courage if I'm being honest. After hyping myself up and hearing the music lingering down the hall, I stepped inside. Almost immediately, I could feel his eyes on me.    I said nothing as I walked in. I had gotten my hair done that morning, and if you know me, you know that was out of the ordinary. I'm more of a ponytail-and-ballcap sort of girl. However, I really wanted to leave him speechless, so I had a beautifully done blowout and my makeup with perfect ruby red lips that were his favorite. The long black trench coat concealed another surprise underneath. You should have seen his eyes when I dropped them. " Hellooooo !" He whistled, eyes sparkling as they traveled up and down my body. Taking in every inch of supple flesh dressed in red lace. "Hello to you, birthday boy," I said in my best sultry voice. " Now I want you to sit back and relax alright.", new confidence filled me seeing the approval written on his face. My husband bit his lip with a compliant nod. His seated posture was open, as he relaxed watching me. I won't lie, it gave me a surge of power to see him obey me like that. Smiling, I  tipped my head back, running my fingers through my hair. While I've never been very confident, there was something about standing there in the light shadows dancing over my skin and this ruby-red lace bodysuit. I felt so imposing, like a figure of perfection. I let my fingers dance over the ruby fabric as I suede gently to the music following every curve. The look in his eyes when he knew what this was now. That I  was stripping for him. "This is so much better than dinner out of a five-star Michelin restaurant or some stupid tie.." he joked. I smirked, stepping forward and placing my palms on his knees exposed by the short hem of the robe. I leaned forward to whisper in  his ear, "Happy birthday  baby." He shivered as my warm breath tickled his earlobe, a deep growl leaving his throat as he grabbed one of my hands when I moved away. Tugging me back hard and stealing my lips in a fierce kiss that nearly brought me to my knees. When his needy fingers let me go, I leaned back, touching the lingering kiss on my swollen lips, flitting hungry eyes at my husband. Taking in the satisfied grin playing on his lips, I began loosening the strings at the side of the bodysuit, letting the strip of fabric hang loose. I slid to the floor as slinky and cat-like as I could manage.  Arching back with my right hand on the floor between my ankles.  Breathing death and losing myself in the moment as the tempo swelled  Rising from my kneeling position, I  ran my hands over his knees and thighs, pushing open my husband's robe in motion. His breathing changed and his eyes dilated as he watched appreciatively. It was as if his glance was mapping my muscular form inch by inch. At that moment, I was more than a  lover standing between his splayed legs. I was his goddess. My fingers fell on the silken ties at the shoulders, moving his hips slowly to the music that flowed from the surrounding sound in the penthouse. Pulling loose the bows, the lace sang as it caressed my curves as it fell away. Taking the freed fabric in hand, I hung the strip of lace around his neck. Of course, he couldn't help himself anymore. He could not contain the words," this was easily the sexiest thing I have ever seen - and I've seen a lot." His mouth watered watching my little strip teas. What a tease indeed. I'm sure he thought his head was about to explode. This was torture of the best kind, the most torturous below the belt. "Babe you're killing me" he whined. I giggled as I sauntered up to the chair and climbed into his lap. He groaned, feeling the weight settle in his lap, no doubt making the situation I could feel while sitting there that much…harder. Smiling coyly as the very last of his self-control melted to nill. He attacked with an assault of lewd open-mouth kisses and bites that left me moaning. Our lovemaking has always been amazing. He knows exactly how to take me apart, and after this little stunt, I was very lucky to be able to walk the next day. Best gift idea ever. "Oh man, I don't know about you but that story was hot. Unfortunately, that's all we have time for tonight, but definitely remember to tune in tomorrow for another saucy tale on, Talkin after Midnight. This has been your host Freya, sleep well my darlings."