A husband remembers past Valentine's Days
Tim pulled into his garage like he had so many times before. He was returning from an Italian restaurant, a place he and his wife, Kim, used to love to go to every Valentine's Day for five years.
He gets out, walks past Kim's car, and places his hand on the hood, "still cold," he thinks. "I think I will have it washed and waxed; Kim would like that." He continues inside, past the big front door that he's opened so many times for guests, that came for some of the parties they had. On the other side was the front porch where Kim used to hand out candy at Halloween. He walked past the living room and remembered when he saw his wife playing with their grandson, or reading books to him. He passed the stairs that led up to the bedrooms, the one end was their sons' rooms, where they slept and played as they grew up. On the other end was their bedroom, where they spent so much time talking about so many things, their children, their dreams, the many adventures Kim wanted to go on, and where they made passionate love.
He walked down the hall past the big mirror, pausing, to look at the reflection. He sees a tired old lonely man looking back at him, he continues into the kitchen and opens the cabinet to get a whiskey glass, he hesitates, sees the drink mixer, and remembers the concoctions Kim loved to drink. He gets a couple of ice cubes out of the refrigerator and drops them into the glass. He pulls out a whiskey bottle and pours himself a stiff drink, finishing off the last of the bottle. "I guess I need to go out tomorrow and get another bottle."
He moved to the family room, sat on the couch, and tipped his glass up, "Here's to another Valentine's Day down the drain," then took a drink. He picked up the TV remote, turned on the TV, and started scrolling through shows that he didn't want to watch.
He thought back to a much happier time, about 50 years, the day he met Kim. He remembers the place they met, the clothes she wore, and the smile on her face. At that moment, he knew that she was the one he would marry. They started dating and spent all their free time together, their relationship developed to more than casual.
One evening, sitting on the couch making out, Tim's hand began to roam, she stopped him, looked him in the eye, and said, "Tim I would love to go to bed with you. But I am starting to fall for you, and want this to be real and I want to know you feel the same way I do. I think we should not have sex for a month. At the end of the four weeks if we still feel this way we can go further." Reluctantly he agreed, but it didn't stop him from wanting to be with her and seeing her as much as he could.
It had been little more than three weeks, and on Valentine's Day he'd planned to take her out to a very nice dinner, sharing time and maybe some wine, but Kim had to work her second job and wasn't able to go. So, he spent the evening alone and decided to turn in early. Around 9:30 he received a phone call, "Tim, hi, are you doing anything?" she asked. "Well, I was just getting ready for bed, I have to go to work early tomorrow." "Can I come over for a little bit," she asked. "Sure, I'd love to see you."
About half an hour later he heard the door open and Kim walked into his room. He's lying in bed and sees Kim standing in the doorway. From the soft glow of the hall light, he sees she's wearing a khaki green raincoat, she walks into the room and says, "Tim I know I said 4 weeks, and it's only been three, but I know in my heart I love you, and I believe you love me too," she pulls the zipper down on the raincoat, letting it fall to the ground, standing in front of him wearing a red lace push-up corset, exposing the top part of her breasts, and a matching G-string, showing off all her beauty. She pulled back the sheets and climbed in with him. They made passionate love till the early morning hours.
Tim picked up the glass of whiskey and took another drink. His mind wandered back to the first Valentine's Day after they were married. It had been a long day at work, and an even longer drive home, but he did stop and get a card, flowers, and a box of candy. He wanted to get Kim something special, but they were just married, and they didn't have a lot of extra money.
That morning Kim told him that she would have something special for him to eat for dinner. He pulled into the garage, entered the house, and headed for the kitchen. Puzzled, he thought he'd be smelling something for dinner. "Kim, I'm home," he yelled out.
"I'm in here my love." He walked into the kitchen, he was even more confused, the kitchen was completely clean. "Kim," He yelled out again.
"I'm in the dining room, your dinner is waiting for you," Kim replied. He walked into the dining room to see his lovely wife laying on the table, her feet tucked up against her butt, her legs spread wide open. The only thing she had on was some whipped cream around her breasts with cherries covering her nipples, more whipped cream between her legs, and a strawberry at the apex of her legs, she looked over to him lovingly, "Bon Appetit my love."
Tim took another drink of his whiskey, he thought about all the adventures that they had in their life and how his wife loved them, she loved planning them and being on them. His mind drifted back to another Valentine's night; he had made reservations at an Italian restaurant they loved. Kim suggested they go by boat and leave it at a park near the restaurant. Kim wore a short pink sequence dress and he wore a pair of dress pants and dress shirt. On the ride over Kim was flirtatious, kissing him, caressing, rubbing her body against him. He remembered how much he loved it but unfortunately, it was dark, and driving the boat took all his attention. Even sitting in the quaint little restaurant, she didn't let up; she had slipped her shoe off and was rubbing her foot against his leg, working her way up farther until it was almost in his crotch.
