Loving wife gets an unexpected Valentine's Day surprise
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Perhaps being the romantic that she was, Tina's favorite holiday, besides Christmas and her birthday, of course, was Valentine's Day. As the days grew closer, counting the days until Valentine's Day, she'd X off the time that passed on her Renoir calendar that hung on the refrigerator by a Cupid magnet. Every week, she'd leave a department store ad on the kitchen table, where she served her husband breakfast, a subtle hint, for him to see what it was she wanted and hoped he'd buy. She had already bought her husband Valentine Day gifts, a new putter for his golf bag and a buffer for his car, along with a Valentine's Day card that was funny and another card that was To My Husband from his Loving Wife. Finally, Valentine's Day was here.
Naively figuring he was waiting for the right moment to surprise her with his gifts of love on Valentine's Day, Tina waited all day and all night for her husband, Steve, to surprise her with his presents. Surely, in the way that she keeps a clean house, runs all the errands, cooks his meals, and never denies him sex, even though he hasn't asked her for sex in weeks, she thought that he was going to surprise her with a little something to show his love for her and his appreciation for all that she does for him. Never suspecting that he had forgotten that today was Valentine's Day, she was so deeply hurt, when he gave her nothing.
"Nothing. He gave me nothing," she said silently sobbing in the bathroom, while getting ready for bed. "He forgot that today is Valentine's Day. How could he forget me on Valentine's Day, when he knows how important Valentine's Day is to me?"
All day she wondered what he'd give her, along with his Valentine's Day card expressing his love. Flowers, perhaps roses and dark chocolate candy, would have been nice. She had hoped he bought her a piece of expensive jewelry, diamond earrings or a diamond bracelet. Wondering when her husband would recognize Valentine's Day, she wondered what her husband would give her for Valentine's Day. Unable to contemplate the unthinkable, that he forgot her on Valentine's Day because he didn't love her, she couldn't believe he gave her nothing.
So very upset, she tossed and turned all night. Pained by his rejection, she didn't sleep a wink. If she had a gun, so hurt and so angry, she may have shot him in his sleep. Forgetting his loving wife on Valentine's Day, an unforgettable crime worthy of the death penalty, temporarily insane when driven to a crime of passion, no jury would ever convict her for murdering her sleeping husband. Somehow, imagining his blood stained pillowcase and lifeless body in her dreams, consoled her and helped her to sleep.
Her sister and her friends called the next morning to tell her all they got for Valentine's Day and when they asked what Steve bought her, too upset to talk at first, she broke down crying, before pulling herself together to tell them.
"Nothing. He bought me nothing. Obviously, Steve forgot that yesterday was Valentine's Day. Can you believe it? After all that I do for him, he didn't even think enough of me to buy me a Valentine's Day card."
All day, she foolishly thought, no doubt, teasing her by delaying giving her his sentiments of love, he'd never forget Valentine's Day. Through breakfast, lunch, and supper, he gave no hint of remembering that it was Valentine's Day. Even though she set a special Valentine's Day candlelit table with wine and a dinner with meatloaf, his favorite and apple pie, his favorite dessert, he never mentioned Valentine's Day or even said that he loved her. Showing no outward signs of affection, even when the evening news showed happy couples celebrating Valentine's Day, wanting to say something but deciding to remain quiet, she silently steamed. Then, when in bed that night, he didn't reach for her to hold her and to apologize to her for forgetting Valentine's Day. A day that should have been filled with love and romance, he didn't even kiss her goodnight.
Not wanting to embarrass him by giving him his gifts, when he had nothing for her, she didn't give him anything for Valentine's Day, even though she had gifts for him that he hinted he hoped to receive for Christmas that she delayed giving him until today, Valentine's Day. Now, with him forgetting her on Valentine's Day, with him not giving her anything, she figured, she'd take his gifts back to the store and get something for herself, some perfume maybe or new shoes. With her heart heavy from his rejection, not feeling loved, respected, wanted, needed, and/or even appreciated, Tina turned her back to him and silently cried herself to sleep that night.
"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He hates me," she said the next morning, while tearing to shreds both Valentine's Day cards she bought him.
Feeling so unappreciated, all the next day, she cried. After her husband didn't buy her flowers and candy, not even a Valentine's Day card, she was so hurt. She was so sad. Not even giving her a kiss, a hug, of whispering his loving words in her ear to reassure her that he loved her, she felt so unloved. Not even stating his excuse why he forgot her on their special day of love and romance, and without his promise to make his forgetfulness up to her, she was so angry. Feeling scorned, Tina wanted to get even. Payback a bitch.
"That dirty bastard. I'll fix him. He forgets that I'm Sicilian. Maybe I should remind him of my heritage by watching The Godfather movies tonight. We don't get mad, we get even," she said coiling up on the couch and looking as if she was plotting a murder and planning his untimely burial. "I'll think of something that will hurt him, as much as he hurt me."
Steve's younger brother Jerry, Tina's brother-in-law, always compliments her, albeit while leering at her, as if undressing her with his eyes. Visiting his mother from Seattle over the Valentine's Day holiday, he was staying downstairs with her, a yearly tradition. Unlike Steve, Jerry is a breast man and Tina, just like her Italian mother and grandmother, has big tits. With all the low cut tops that she enjoys wearing, hungry for the attention from a man, no doubt due to Steve's lack of attentiveness, she takes pleasure in flashing and flaunting her shapely body. Not shy in showing her abundant cleavage, especially when leaning forward, while fussing over a man, especially one who appreciates her ample endowments, as are most Italian women sexual, she's always been a bit of a cock teaser.
Two brothers so opposite in their appreciation of a woman's cleavage and shapely body, Jerry always stares at her breasts, along with the impressions her nipples make in her low cut, tight fitting tops, while Steve always tells her to cover up and act more like a lady, instead of a slut. With her husband's words as harsh, as if he slapped her across the face, unable to control her, his criticism of the way she dressed worked the opposite and made her want to show even more of her body. Jerry makes her feel like the attractive woman that she is and Steve makes her feel like the child she's not.