When he walked into the house he expected the same greeting as everyday. A messy house, the incessant screaming of a new born, and the exhausted, and sullen face of his wife as she began the daily assault of complaints that never seemed to cease. He sighed heavily as he dropped his keys on the stand next to the door. He just wasn't in the mood for any of her crap today. It had been a rough day at work, his boss was down his throat again, and on top of that they were short two men would put them about an hour behind schedule. All he wanted to do now was sit down, open a beer, and relax in front of the television.
As he walked in though something seemed off. It was dark, too dark. There was no baby crying and he didn't see his wife anywhere. Besides that, there was a strange mix of aroma's coming from the kitchen that just couldn't put his finger on. He sniffed the air and tried to identify what it was he was smelling. As he moved closer to the kitchen, the smell became more pungent. It was a mixture of something earthy, like rice wine, tangy but sweet. There was definitely the smell of ginger wafting through the air hidden within a briny scent, like fresh shell fish, and seaweed. He noticed through the kitchen doorway that the lights were off, as in the living room, but the dancing flicker of flame told him that candles were lit somewhere within.
Curiously he moved to investigate and was shocked by what he saw. The kitchen table was set with an elegant white, laced, table cloth, two red candles, and his wife's fine china dishes. In the center of the table was a platter of steamed oysters. A spoonful of salmon separated each one. The meat was sitting atop a pilaf of rice and garnished with fresh seaweed. The hint of soy sauce hung in the air, making his mouth water. At each place setting was a bowl of freshly made salad, and A bottle of red wine was chilling on the counter behind him. He noticed the two classes of wine beside each plate, and as he walked across the floor he noticed that it was littered with rose petals.
"Sit down." The voice came from behind him. He turned and that's when he saw her. She was standing in the door way. The sultry look on her face told him what she had in mind. She was dressed in a black lace teddy, see through, and with black panties and bra. Her legs were covered in black thigh high stalking secured with guarder belts, and on her feet she wore black, toe-less heels. Long blond hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the light of the candles. Her lips were painted in crimson gloss and her eyes, though partially hidden behind a black, cat like mask, were dark and seductive.
He narrowed his eyes when he looked at her. "What's going on?" He asked. "Where's..."
"Shh." She put her finger to her lips. "There's time for that later. Sit down and enjoy yourself."
He sighed, pulled out the chair at one of the place settings and sat down. "Is this some kind of joke?" He asked her.
She laughed as she sashayed around the table, swinging her hips. She bent over to pick up one of the rose petals off the floor, deliberately sticking her ass in his face. The line of the panties disappeared between the cracks of her ass, revealing more than what he had bargained for. Fuck, he thought to himself. She's clean shaven. He had wanted so badly for his wife to shave before but she had never gotten around to it so he'd all but given up. It looked good though, almost good enough to eat. He could see her pussy lips peeking out from either side of the thin black line of material that didn't really cover them.
Fuck his cock was getting hard just watching her. She brought the rose petal to her lips and kissed it then brushed it over his lips, down his chest and across the ever present bulge in his jeans. He shifted some in his seat. He wasn't sure whether he should be turned on or suspicious. She dropped the petal to the floor then picked up the glass of wine and brought it to his lips. He drank, while watching her carefully. What the fuck was happening? Was this even real. "Am..." He started to speak but she pressed her lips to his and silenced him.
"My name is Cat." She purred in his ear. "Kitty Cat. And I'm one naughty little pussy."
His eyes widened. "Well...'Kitty Cat'. You mind telling me where my wife has gone?"
"Oh don't mind about her." Cat said. "You have to worry about me." She sat on his lap, straddling him, then slipped her hand under his shirt and up his chest, twisting her fingers in his chest hair. "Do you want to eat first, or do you want to 'eat' first?" She asked with a sly grin.
"Umm." He blinked, not sure what to say."
"That's how I like my men." She whispered in a deep, sexy, voice. "Strong and silent." She kissed him again, tweaking his nipples, then gently bit his bottom lip. He was suddenly rock hard and hungry for something though he wasn't sure it was the food. She licked his lips and he nearly melted. She smelled so good. Like lavender and lilac. Not the usual scent his wife wore which consisted of cleaning products and resentment. No, she smelled alluring, enticing, she smelled like a woman!
