Karen looked at the clock. Her tongue darted out and she tasted the cheery lip balm she'd put on just a few minutes ago. John would be home soon. She glanced nervously around. Nothing seemed out of place, then again she'd worked all week to keep up with the house chores. The young mother and wife wanted nothing to distract her and her husband from making this night a special one. They'd been married only ten years, yet it was all ready beginning to show signs of losing its spice. She didn't want that.
When she woke up this morning it was to witness John rushing around in circles, hurriedly readying himself for work. She got what she thought was a bit of lip to lip contact as he dashed out to the garage, but she could really remember. As soon as he was gone, she loaded their twins into the van and drove over to her mother's. A quick visit followed by a trip to the local meat market had completed Karen's Friday morning errands.
Back at home she quickly set the meat to marinade and then began working on a dessert that would take all day to chill. Eventually, she had to stop and relax. Her stomach was churning as she thought of all the "what ifs." What if he was late? What if he was too tired? Annoyed from having a rotten day? Or just wanted to do nothing but watch TV?
Karen gnawed gently on her lower lip. With a sense of determination fueling her, she decided then and there she was not going to fret over what she knew would be an exciting evening. She started her bath, tossing several cap fulls of gel into the water. She undressed as the frothy bubbles began to cover the hot liquid. Once she was settled into the cocoon of warmth, Karen leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
She thought of John and how she wanted the evening to go. Her hands traveled slowly across her skin. Her palms resting under her breasts. She rolled the hardened tips between her finger and thumb, pulling both pearls up and twisting them hard. Eventually, she allowed one hand to travel further south. Her fingers dipped into the heated core of her sex and she tightened the muscles. "Mmm," she moaned as she twirled her finger to the left, then the right. Karen sighed, pulled her digit from her pussy and shook herself out of her erotic exploration. She didn't want to start something and then finish it. She wanted John to bring her to her reward.
After her bath, Karen dried off and sprayed a light fragrance in her hair, knowing John would not appreciate the taste if it rested on her flesh. She slipped into a red, summer dress. The straps rested on her shoulders, she pushed them up and grinned as she recalled the day she wore for John. It had been several years ago, pre-baby. She'd been pulled into his arms and dragged behind the Legion Club where he'd fucked her senseless. The memory washed over her, forcing Karen to take a deep breath and ignore the desire building with in her.
She reached for her satin and lace panties, felt them between her fingers and while glancing in the mirror she decided to forego the panties. If all worked out the way Karen hoped it would, there would be no real need to wear the dress for long. Why bother with the panties?
Noticing the time, Karen quickly finished touching up her look. She brushed out her long red hair, the curls tickling the curve of her ass. The Grandfather Clock struck the half hour, singling that she only had thirty minutes before her husband arrived. She dabbed on the lip balm, enjoying the taste and the slight shade of pink it added to her natural hue. With a final look at her reflection, Karen sat quietly on the sofa and waited for the sign's of John's return.
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John pulled into the garage, killed the engine and rubbed the tension in his neck. His day had been a day from hell, starting with the alarm not going off, followed by spilling coffee all over himself, and then leaving in such a rush, he couldn't remember if he'd kissed Karen or their kids goodbye. He needed a break. . .a week or even a weekend to just step back and take a moment to relax.
As he got out of the car he tried to push his day behind him. He walked in, breathed deep the aroma of dinner and felt his stomach growl at the promising scent. "Karen," he called, setting his briefcase on the floor, before making his way to the fridge. He heard her footsteps as he opened the door and reached in for a beer. Without turning back, he closed the door, opened the brown bottle and tilted it back. When the first long draw slipped down his throat, John turned to face his wife.
For a moment he stood there, surprised and shocked by her graceful posture, her shining curls, the delectable, sheer dress and the way her body seemed to be made for seduction. It was the same woman he'd married, but yet. . .she was different. She was still Karen. Mom. Lover. Friend. But the woman he had dated stood in front of him now. John felt as if he hadn't seen her in such a long time.
He moved closer to her, setting the beer on the counter when he reached her side. "I haven't seen this in a long time," he said. One finger hooked around a red strap and he tugged it gently, pulling her toward him. He watched her teeth pull in her lower lip and he smiled. "That's so sexy." He closed the distance between them, flicked her lips with the tip of his tongue and felt her mouth tremble under his.
He sensed her weaknesses, remember suddenly what had driven his little wife wild with desire. He swept his tongue across her lips, moved one of his hands to her neck and tickled the hairs that rested against her creamy skin. She shuddered and he smiled against her lips. "You smell wonderful," he told her as his moved to her neck. He sucked gently on the flesh, chuckling softly when she whimpered.
"Will dinner keep?" he asked as he tugged on the soft lobe of her left ear.
"Mmm. . .yes." Her head fell back, offering him more of her skin to sample. "It's on low, really low."
John grinned. He wrapped his hands around her and hauled her more firmly against him. He ground his hips against hers, making sure she felt the impact her little dress had on him. One of his hands moved up to slide across her back. His nails grazed her flesh. His other palm slipped to her ass, where his fingers gathered the material of her dress into a clenched fist. "I think we should take this to the bedroom," he said, once more taking his time to explore her flesh with his tongue.
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Karen shuddered. Goose bumps rose up on her heated flesh and she pulled at his shirt. His words broke into her lust-filled state and she shook her head. "No John. Fuck me here. Right here in the kitchen on this counter." She looked into his eyes, her fingers never pausing in the stripping of her husband's business attire. The buttons flew in all directions as she tore at the fabric.
"Holy shit Karen," he gasped, surprised by her forcefulness.
She grinned wide and blushed. "I loosened all the strings this morning," she admitted and then squealed when he pulled her close to him.
