Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Happy Anniversary, Baby!

Janet absolutely hated holidays of any kind. She always had ever since she was a little girl. I suppose if you wanted to get all psychoanalytical about it, it probably started when her parents forgot her birthday. After that, she never gave it much thought. She would watch in amusement as people went crazy at Christmas time trying to find that last minute gift. What idiots! Don’t they have anything better to do?

Her husband Harry, on the other hand, insisted on going overboard for each and every special occasion. He even celebrated Flag Day for Christ sake! Who does that? They had only been together for five years. Tonight, was their anniversary. Of course, he wanted to make a big to do about it.

“Maybe we could get a corner table at Portofino and then catch a movie. We haven’t been on a date in ages.” “I don’t know, Harry.  I would much rather prefer to stay in. I’ll cook something wonderful for us.” It took some persuading but eventually, she wore him down and he agreed to her idea.

She was cooking his favorite meal, veal piccata. As she boiled the water for the pasta, she sipped some white wine. Smiling, she couldn’t help but imagine his face when he saw all of her creations. The piece de resistance was going to be her limoncello cake. Whenever she made it, Harry always remarked that it reminded him of their honeymoon in Italy.  Oh, yes!  This was going to be a very special night.

Like clockwork, Harry was home at 6:00 p.m. sharp. Upon entering the apartment, he could see the candlelight on the table flickering in the darkness. “Janet?” “I’m in the bedroom, darling.” Smiling, Harry removed his coat. Loosening his tie, he walked down the hall. It was then that he caught sight of Janet’s naked silhouette framing the doorway.

“This is a surprise.”  He encircled his wife around her waist and drew her to him. Her naked body moved easily against his as her voluptuous mouth engulfed him. Hastily, he removed his pants while Janet unbuttoned his shirt. They made their way steadily toward the bed. Before he could do anything, Janet knelt before him and took his hard cock in her mouth. “Uh, this is …….” “Shut up and enjoy it.”

Closing his eyes, Harry allowed himself to feel his wife’s tongue licking up and down his shaft. Her mouth eagerly lapping at his head. Before the sensation ran away from him, Harry lifted her up off the floor and placed her on the bed. He slid inside her easily. Both of them were lost in the taste and the smell of each other. Harry released. Smiling, Janet rolled away from him.  “You better get dressed.  It’s time for dinner.”

An hour later, his stomach full of the wonderful piccata, Harry leaned back in his chair and sipped his wine. “This meal was incredible, Janet.” “Thank you. I made it with you in mind.” She got up and took their plates into the kitchen. Immediately she returned bearing a golden sponge cake.

Harry’s eyes lit up when he recognized what it was. “This night couldn’t get any better!” Nodding slightly, Janet cut him a slice of cake. She watched as he began eating her masterpiece. Without missing a beat, she plunged the knife deep into her husband’s chest. Removing it, she deftly cut his throat. Blood spurted out drenching the half-eaten piece of cake. At that moment, Janet realized she would never, ever have to celebrate a holiday again!


  1. Thanks, Theresa. I had to let my freak flag fly sometime. I appreciate your comment. As always, it's great to see you!

  2. Why did I think she was going to bump him off? Meanwhile, is it hot in here or is it just me?

    1. Duane- too funny. Yeah, it isn't you. It is pretty steamy. This story sort of wrote itself. My husband is frightened. LOL