Samantha had been planning this night for weeks and wanted it to go perfectly, as much for herself as her husband's birthday. Particularly when they got home! She had gone to a lot of effort to make sure that their children would be out of the house for the weekend and they could enjoy that time alone. The dress, the one that she had bought just for the evening was the most revealing that she had ever worn and just for this single night. Their 15th wedding anaversary was less just a couple of days away; another birthday gift way back when she had been in love with a man 3 years older than she had been; Why not kill two birds with just one stone... errrr... dress?<br/><br/>Her blue eyes met his from the top of the stairs, a smile formed on her lips as she got the hoped for reaction. The almost skin tight ebony of the outfit matched her own hair well enough that it might be hard to see where her long hair stopped and the material began. It was a strapless sheath of a thing; the only thing that held it up were the swell of her breasts... and some double sided tape for good measure; the material hugged her slender waist and the flair of her hips and stopped just 3 or 4 inches below the goodies, as they playfully referred to her folds and rump. The rest of her legs were left bare, except for a pair of 2" sling backs on her slender feet. Even she had to admit that it looked good on her...<br/><br/>Sam gave him a sultry smile as she slowly descended the steps in as sexy of a way as she knew; the final step was into his arms and a tight embrace. "What are we doing tonight?" her tone was as innocent as a babies as she looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why do you think that I'm up to anything?" Her smile grew into a wicked little grin, "I'll give you a hint, my Love."<br/><br/>Sam rose up to her tiptoes and with a flick of her tongue against his earlobe, she whispered, "I'm not wearing ain-ah-thin' under this dress." and giggled as she took his hand and slipped it up the back of her leg and over her bare ass. "That's for later though, Lover."<br/><br/>She dropped back to her heels, making sure to press herself against him. "I was thinking that we would start with dinner at Giabaldi's and see what inspires us from there... but we can't stay home, we have reservations for 8:00."