Karen woke up a few hours later. She could still feel the wrinkles in her fingertips from her bath. She looked at the clock. Karen chuckled as she realized how long she had slept. Karen crawled out of bed, struggling to her feet. She had another good chuckle. She couldn't remember the last time she took a bath and took a nap in the same day. She felt like a kid again.
Karen checked her phone. Neither Jerry had texted her back. "Maybe that's a good thing", she said quietly to herself. She liked getting text messages from anyone, but after the day that she had, she thought maybe some quiet time would be a good thing. It was a long day at work. She was stressed out. Karen was trying to convince herself that was the only reason the other Jerry slipped into her mind. It was just a stress release. But no matter what she said to convince herself, it didn't work for more then five minutes. She knew there was an attraction to him. What she couldn't understand is why it took her this long it figure it out. All the signs were there all along. The looks. The touches. The extra smiles. They were there for so long. Karen couldn't remember cumming that hard without actual intercourse before.
There was a part of her that still felt guilty about it. She loved Jerry. Her Jerry. Never before had she thought of someone in a sexual way when she was in a physical relationship. But there was just something about the other Jerry. Maybe it was the way he carried himself. He was a goof ball. He liked to have fun. That's not to say her Jerry didn't. But it was a different kind of fun.
Karen reached for her bathrobe and slipped it over her back and pulled it over her naked body. She reached for the ropes and tied it shut. It was still an hour before her Jerry would be home. She wanted to do something nice for her. Maybe it would help ease her guilt about her fantasy?
She began by cooking dinner. Reaching under the oven, she pulled out the skillet. She was going to cook him a nice chicken dinner with some vegetables. She turned on the burners. Karen reached into the freezer and pulled out the chicken. She then reached into the cabinet that was behind her and pulled out a can of corn and a can of green beans. She grabbed a can opener and began to get dinner ready.
As dinner cooked, Karen went into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror again. She smiled as she saw her cleavage peeking out of her tied bathrobe. She thought of all the possibilities of today. She bit her look, giving herself an erotic look in the mirror. She loosened the straps of her bathrobe and exposed more of her hanging breasts. She winked at her reflection as she smiled. She knew that she was a beautiful woman.
Karen tucked herself back into her bathrobe as she went to check on dinner. She poured two glasses of wine and brought them to the dinning room table. The food was almost ready. Karen looked at the clock. Jerry would just be getting off work in five minutes and he'd be home soon.
She began cleaning off the table. Karen went back to the kitchen and stirred the corn. She took a kernel of corn and tasted it. She stirred again, grinding the butter into the pan. Karen looked at the chicken and it looked almost ready. She was getting hungry, that is for sure.
Karen finished cleaning the table off and setting it. She took the glasses of wine and placed them by the plates. She cursed herself now for using that candle for the bathroom. It would have been the perfect compliment to this romantic dinner she was cooking for Jerry. After all that was the intent when she bought it months ago.
She continued to get the apartment ready for Jerry's return from work. It looked fairly clean so she was satisfied with it. She went to the kitchen one last time and turned off the oven. Everything looked ready. Karen placed the chicken on a big plate and left it in the middle of the table. She poured the corn to the side of it.
Karen then went to the stereo and put on some easy listening music to help set the mood for Jerry. She wanted tonight to be perfect. Karen looked nervously at the clock. "Jerry should be home soon", she thought to herself. That brought a smile to her face. She could also feel herself getting slightly wet at the thought.
Karen sat down on the couch as she sniffed the chicken from across the room. It smelled so good. She knew that she was going to be having a good night. She heard a key in the door and it opened slowly.
"That smells incredible", Jerry said as he came through the front door. Karen stood up and straightened out her bathrobe.
"Thanks. I figured you said you were having a rough day at work so I thought I'd surprise you with a home cooked meal", Karen said as she crossed to him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"That's nice of you. Thank you, baby", Jerry responded as he kissed her cheek back. "Let's have some dinner", he said as they walked to the table. "You went all out tonight. It's not our anniversary, is it? ", he asked.
"Do I need a reason to make you dinner like an anniversary or a birthday?" She asked. She could feel her cheeks redden as she thought about the real reason she had prepared this meal for him.
"Of course not. You don't need a reason. Thank you very much", Jerry said as he raised his glass. Karen raised her glass as they sat down.
