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 5 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 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!