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Satisfied
by Lord Malinov
~~~
Karen grabbed the white plastic handle of the curling iron and
carefully twisted a stretch of her auburn bangs around the hot metal
cylinder. Waiting patiently for the curl to set, Karen leaned
forward and smiled expectantly at her reflection. Standing in the
narrow bathroom alone, Karen took especial joy in looking at herself
in the mirror. Drawing close to the glass, she studied the golden
flecks in her pale green eyes. In ways she could not articulate, the
precious glimmers made Karen feel special.
Looking at her watch, Karen withdrew the iron and teased the bounce
of pale red. "Perfect," she said, lifting her hair deliberately away
from her ears. Karen turned and looked at her profile, the sharp
slope of her nose, the round blushing bulbs of her cheeks, the tight
purse of her lips, the gentle cascade of her unnaturally curled
reddish hair. She smiled broadly, pushing a few loose strands behind
her naked ear. "I can't wait," she said, bubbling. Karen shook her
head with a provocative, saucy grin and flicked off the light.
"I should put those away," she said, grabbing the empty shopping bags
off the bed. "I don't want him thinking about money." Crushing the
thick paper against her chest, Karen shoved the mass into a
wastepaper basket. A receipt fell slowly to the floor and Karen
picked it up. "What a deal," she said, laughing and shoving the
yellow paper into the stuffed can.
Pulling a pair of black pumps from the closet, Karen sat down on the
bed and holding them by the heels, she pulled the shoes onto her
stockinged feet. Karen stood, an inch taller and leaning slightly
forward, and looked at herself in the full mirror. "I am so happy
with this blouse," she said, smoothing the silky fabric over her
breasts, reminding herself at the touch of the stiff lace teddy
underneath. Karen's nipples responded with a warm tingle. She
turned and tugged at the black skirt. "I feel so sexy," she cooed.
"I hope Ellen was right about the sapphires," Karen said, pushing a
loose strand of hair behind her ear. "They would just go perfect
with this blouse." Karen shivered, anticipating, and turned out the
light.
Clicking with each step over the linoleum, Karen walked across the
kitchen floor and opened the oven door to check on the veal. The
aroma of spiced meat rolled gently through the room. Karen took a
deep breath and smiled. "He's in for quite a treat," she said.
The telephone rang. Karen tossed her long hair to one side and
placed the receiver to her ear.
"Hello," she said, her voice almost singing the greeting.
"Did you get them?" Ellen asked.
"Brian's not even home yet," said Karen.
"You've got to let me know the minute he gives them to you," Ellen
said.
"Honey," said Karen, "I'll probably be a little busy when that
happens." She giggled, more nervous than excited.
"I know, I know," said Ellen. "But don't you dare wait. Did you put
on the teddy?"
"Uh-huh," said Karen, smiling and twirling the curled phone cord
around her right hand.
"Well, he doesn't stand a chance then?"
"He won't even know what hit him."
"Call me," said Ellen, emphatically.
"I promise," said Karen. "Now let me go. I want to make things
perfect."
Karen hung up the phone and went to the refrigerator to fetch the
bottle of wine. Ellen worried her, showing so much interest in
something that was just basically private. Karen turned the
corkscrew in slowly. "Why did she have to be there?" asked Karen,
twisting through the final turns.
"Look," Ellen had said as they turned past the Clinique display.
"Isn't that Brian?" Karen looked up and focussed her eyes on the
young man leaning over the jewelry counter. The slump of her
husband's tall, lean figure over the glass case had been
unmistakable and Karen immediately started to go to him. "Wait,"
called Ellen.
"What?" asked Karen, freeing her sleeve from her friend's anxious
grasp.
"What if he's buying a present?" Ellen hissed. Karen stopped. She
watched as Brian smiled at the older man behind the counter.
"What's he looking at?" Karen asked, whispering instinctively.
"Fine jewelry," said Ellen. "Precious stones." Karen's faced
bunched in a confused stare.
"Why . . . ?" she asked herself, trying to think. Their anniversary,
the closest calendar gift holiday, was still six weeks away. Karen
felt with the assurance of four years marriage that Brian would not
be buying a present this far in advance. "Maybe he got a promotion,"
she said, trying to imagine some reason.
"Maybe he's just feeling frisky and wants to bribe you into bed,"
said Ellen.
"He doesn't have to bribe me," said Karen, smiling at the thought.
"Yeah, but I wish Frank would bribe me anyway. Besides, why else do
men buy us presents?"
Karen's heart had sank at those words. A few weeks before, Brian had
hired a new assistant at the office. He had mentioned her name,
Debbie or Deedee or something, but he hadn't said much else. Karen
felt the onslaught of panic. Brian had never described the girl,
never said she was old or fat or stupid. Brian had just mentioned
her and forgot about it. Karen felt her face burn, flush with
anxiety and fear.
"Wait here," said Ellen. "I'm going to try and get closer to see
what he's buying." Karen thought to stop her friend but couldn't
move, frozen in nervous wonder. Brian reached for his wallet and
handed the clerk several bills. Karen bit her lip. It wasn't like
Brian to buy gifts for her. He had bought her flowers and things
when they'd first met, but it had been ages since Brian spontaneously
gave her something. Even then, it had never been jewelry. Karen
felt a wave of despair. Except for her ring, he had never bought her
jewelry.
"I think," said Ellen in an excited, hushed tone, "I think he bought
sapphire earrings. Not too big, but just beautiful. There may be
diamonds in them, too, because I think I caught a sparkle but he was
looking at the sapphires."
Karen nodded uncommunicatively. Ellen took hold of Karen's arm.
"You know what you should do," said Ellen, "is buy yourself a really
cute outfit that goes with the earrings, and then treat him really
nice when he comes home, all dressed up and fancy. He thinks he's
giving you a surprise, but you start thanking him before he even
gives it to you. It can't lose. Let's go upstairs and look for
something blue."
Karen poured herself a glass of wine. Even if he didn't give her the
earrings, she planned to make him wish that he had.
Touching the corner of her eye with a napkin, Karen turned around as
Brian walked in.
"Wow," he said, putting down his black briefcase.
"Hi, honey," she said.
"Dinner smells delicious," Brian said walking over to put his arms
around his wife, " and you look delicious."
"Mmm," Karen said, looking into his dark blue eyes, "I hope you're
hungry." She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as he smiled at
her.
"Starved," he said, reaching down to peek into the oven. "So what
have you been up to?" he asked, getting himself a glass.
"I went shopping with Ellen," Karen said.
"Looks as though you found some nice things," Brian said.
"I'm glad you like," Karen said, flirting with her eyes. "I like
making you happy," she said.
They sat down to eat. Karen smiled as Brian devoured the veal.
"I can't believe this meal," he said. "Thank you," he said, his
gratitude coursing through his voice.
"I wanted to do something for you, something special. You work so
hard."
"Not this hard," he said, laughing. "You are just incredible."
"How is work?" Karen asked nervously, pushing a loose strand of hair
behind her ear.
"It's all right," Brian said seriously, putting his napkin up on the
table and leaning back. "Nothing much will change until we get the
Sincoe contract out of the way."
"What about your new assistant? Is she working out?"
"I guess. She's doing her part. More than Jack's been doing,
anyway." Brian laughed.
"Are you finished?" Karen asked.
"Yeah. That was just wonderful," Brian said, rising.
"Go into the family room, then," said Karen. "I'll bring in some
dessert."
"Karen, you're the greatest," Brian said, rubbing his stomach and
walking out the door.
Placing the blueberry tarts on a tray, Karen reached down and
unzipped her black skirt. With a push, the linen slipped gently
down her lean silk cased legs. Kicking the skirt up into her hand
Karen laid it over the back of a chair. She unbuttoned the royal
blue shirt and pulling it off her shoulders, she placed the new
blouse over the folded skirt. Karen smiled wickedly as she pulled at
the bottom of the deep blue teddy, and ran her fingers over her lace
belly. She reached into the top and pulled her breasts upward,
allowing the stiff blue crosswork to lift her creamy bosom high,
delectably into view.
Lifting the tray above her shoulder, perched on her right hand, Karen
sashayed into the family room, where Brian sat lazily.
"Tart?" she asked, placing the tray under his nose. Brian's eyes
opened wide, drinking deep gulps of the erotic vision she offered
him.
"Wow," said Brian, finally taking a pastry. Karen walked away,
knowing his eyes were fixated on the creamy jiggle of her almost
exposed behind. She took her tart and turned, watching him intently
as she pushed her tongue out to lick the flaky crust.
"Mmm," Karen said, taking a sensuous bite. "So good," she said.
Brian's eyes flickered as they furiously gazed up and down his wife's
body. Karen licked her lips and put down the dessert.
"Wow," said Brian.
"But you know what it needs," Karen said, walking seductively over to
her still prone husband, "is some cream." Pushing her long hair
behind an ear, Karen knelt between Brian's thin legs. He smiled as
she began to pull the zipper of his dark suit pants down the track.
"This tart needs some cream on top," she purred.
"Help yourself," Brian said as he watched Karen pull his hardened
prick out from the deep cloth chasm. Karen licked the damp tip of
the staff she brought forth, and then with a smile pushed the
thickness between her rosy lips. Brian groaned slightly as she let
his cock descend into her moist mouth.
With the familiar licks of a dedicated lover, Karen teased Brian into
a ready excitement, toyed with him as his eagerness mounted and
wiggled her tongue knowingly as the first shudders of his release
began to unleash. Brian poured his warm cream into her mouth,
happily, joyfully, delightedly.
"Mmm," said Karen, sitting back on the stiff carpet to smile and lick
her tinted wet lips. "Thanks for dessert."
"I can't believe this," Brian said, throwing himself back onto the
chair in resignation. "You are so incredible. And I thought this
would be just another dull evening."
"Really?" asked Karen, a harsh bite in her tone. Brian looked up at
the sound and saw her lower lip tremble. Karen pushed a lock of hair
behind her ear and frowned sadly.
"Wait," Brian said and went back into the kitchen, zipping his fly as
he walked. "I bought you something," he said. Karen smiled at once.
"I didn't have time to wrap it or anything," he said, pulling the
small jewelry box from the red paper bag.
"That's all right," said Karen, jumping up from the floor. Brian
handed her the box and she lifted the stiff hinged top. Two sapphire
and diamond earrings sparkled against the satin background.
"Oh, honey," she said, throwing her arms around him. "They're
beautiful."
"I just thought," he said. Karen's hands shook as she tried to work
the earrings free and then fumbled as she pushed them through the
faint holes in each ear lobe. Karen dashed over to the mirror.
"Beautiful," she said, teasing her hair and turning her head. Brian
looked at her reflection and smiled. "I love you," she said suddenly
turning and kissing him.
"I love you, too."
The couple cuddled on the sofa for an hour before the phone rang.
Karen walked with light feet to pick up the receiver.
"Well?" asked Ellen.
"They're gorgeous," said Karen.
"Call me tomorrow," said Ellen.
"Hm-hm," said Karen, hanging up the phone.
Lying in bed, fingering the gems in her ears while Brian lightly
snored beside her, Karen stared into the dark.
"Don't be so stupid," she said softly. "He gave them to me." Karen
turned over on her side. "He would have anyway."
~~~
Malinov
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