"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus, that was fine!"
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Julia lit the second candle and stood back to admire her work.
She had fixed a fantastic supper for Jimmy, complete with wine and candlelight. She had spent most of the afternoon fixing herself up.
She could see her reflection in the dining room mirror and she was pleased by what she saw.
She had bought a new dress that morning. It was tight and low cut to reveal the tops of her huge, firm tits. She wore no bra and the outline of her panties could be seen.
Her long dark hair was shimmering as it hung to her shoulders. She was wearing a lipstick that made her naturally full lips look even more kissable.
She knew a dress like that was attention-getting. She remembered the salesgirl's comment about it: "A dress like that would make him cream in his pants," the salesgirl had said.
Julia had not liked the vulgar comment but she had taken the dress anyway. The truth was that she wanted something like that to happen to Jimmy. He had been so caught up in his work that he seldom came near her.
"I hope he does get turned on," Julia said to herself.
She heard the car in the driveway and she hurried to the door. She was disappointed when he opened the door.
"Oh my God," he groaned. "Don't tell me we're going out somewhere. I'm too tired to move."
"No," she said, trying to sound sympathetic. "I thought we'd have a nice little dinner at home."
"Good," he said. "I don't feel like I could move out of this house.
And I'm starving. Are you ready to eat?"
"I thought you might want to get cleaned up," she said.
For the first time he seemed to notice how beautiful she looked and he got a little red.
"Maybe a shower would make me feet better," he said. "I'll only be a while."
She was again disappointed when he came back downstairs. He had showered but he hadn't shaved and he was dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt.
"I feel much better," he said, scratching his chest. "Now what's for supper? I feel like I could eat a horse."
He did eat like a horse and he drank half the bottle of wine but he still said nothing about the candlelight and about the way she looked.
After supper, he went into the living room to watch television.
She sat down beside him and crossed her legs. She pulled at her short skirt so that he'd be sure to see her firm legs and part of her inner thighs.
For the first time he seemed to get interested in her body.
"Do we have to watch that?" she asked.
"What'd you have in mind, baby?" he asked.
She hated it when he started putting on his sex stud act. His voice would get deeper and he'd start acting like he was God's gift to a horny woman. She sometimes wondered why she married him, but she half knew it was only because he was a rich and educated businessman. Men like that were hard to find. Besides, tonight she didn't care what kind of act he put on as long as he satisfied her.