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.
"Did you? What if they had popped off at work?" he asked, nipping at her shoulder as his hands moved to settle on her ass.
"Well. . .I guess we should be glad that didn't happen." She squealed again when she felt his hands grab her ass cheeks and lift her up into the air. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to the counter and settled her on the cool marble surface. Karen shivered as the cold mineral met her hot skin.
She sat up; her legs encircled his hips. The heels of her feet dug into his ass. Bending her head down, Karen latched onto one of her husband's nipples. She traced the dark circle with the tip of her tongue, flicked the hard bead and then nipped at it with her teeth. Karen felt his hands in her hair, fists taking a firm on her long curls. She whimpered as he pulled her from his nipple and stepped back.
John shrugged out of his shirt. He reached out and untied the little straps on her shoulders and watched the strings flutter down her pale skin. Karen pulls him back to her, their lips pressing together once more and her tongue sampling his lips once more. She groaned in frustration as he left her eager mouth and went to taste his way across her flesh. His hands tugged her dress down. It pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed. The air slapped her skin and her nipples puckered up.
She felt his hand cup her right breasts as his kisses trailed across her neck, collar bone, and then traveled its way to the space between the freckled globes. "Beautiful," he whispered as he gazed at the twin pearls that beckoned him. Her gasp filled the air as his tongue lapped at her nipples, first the right, then the left. John relearned the texture, the taste, the scent of his wife, and Karen basked in the glow.
Her hands rested on his shoulders urging him onward. She bit and gnawed on her lip, tugging on the cherry flavored flesh and worrying it into a soft swollen mass. "John," she hissed, quivering as he tugged on her tits with his sharp teeth.
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John grinned, lifted his mouth from her breasts and went to work pulling at her dress while she shimmed her hips back and forth till the material was on the floor and her naked body was his for the taking. His eyes lit up when he saw there were no barriers that kept his hungry stare from her slick opening. "Forgot your panties?" he asked, winking as his fingers trailed up and down her thigh.
She smiled, her skin blushing more brilliantly than before. He pressed his palm against her stomach, leaned in and kissed her hard, before pushing her gently back against the counter. He hooked a chair with his foot and dragged it to the counter, where his wife's aroused pussy lay open for him.
His hands move slowly down her rib cage and across her hips. He cups her ass, drags her to the edge of the counter and pushes her legs apart. "Delicious," he mumbled as he rained kisses up and down her inner muscles.
John heard her moan. Dipping a finger into her slick opening, John grinned when her muscles instinctively clamped down on his thick digit. He pushed in and out of her, twisting his long, thick digit one way, then the next. Her juices coated him and John cleansed the honey from his flesh, dipped back in for more and treated his wife to several more invading thrusts. He added a second finger and then a third, before he settled into enjoying the feast of her pussy lips and her hardened clit.
