by Robyn K
A night in the life of the perfect wife.
|She checked the temperature of his dinner for the fifth time. Not too hot. Not too cold. Perfect! At least she hoped so.
The door opened and shut, almost too quiet to be heard. But she heard. She always heard. She rushed into the living room. Quietly. She took his jacket and briefcase. Gently. She set his dinner on the table as he sat down. Softly. She filled his glass and stood against the wall. Waiting.
"Delicious," he murmured. She beamed with pleasure, but quickly hid it. Musn't be prideful. His glass was almost empty, so she refilled it. Musn't let it get too low. He belched when he finished eating. She took his plate after he had stood and moved away. Musn't be too hasty. She deposited the plate on the kitchen counter and grabbed a beer. She opened it inside the kitchen so the noise wouldn't bother him. Musn't be too noisy.
As he settled onto the couch to watch the game, she disappeared into the kithchen. She washed the dishes. She prepared his lunch for the next day. She scrubbed the kitchen until it was perfect. Of course she didn't stay in the kitchen the entire time. She needed to check on him. Make sure his beer was replaced. Make sure he was comfortable. Make sure he wasn't hungry.
She was in the kitchen when she heard the tv shut off. She hurried to the bedroom. Everything was prepared. He came in and she took care of his needs. She knew every signal from his body. She reacted almost instantly to each one. His desires were soon sated and he fell asleep. She stayed in bed until she knew he was deeply asleep. Then she quietly got up and prepared the house for the next day.
It had taken a while, but he had taught her to be the perfect wife. His methods were not always the gentlest, but he was just doing what was necessary. A man as wonderful as him deserved a perfect wife. She knew that today was a rarity. Not every day would be as perfect as today. She would mess up. He would punish her. She would learn. That was how she knew it should be.