At home by three, I changed clothes, stashed my new acquisitions, hung the dress in the bathroom to air out and fixed diner. I had a roast in the oven while at the Mall and only had to add carrots, potatoes and make a salad. My husband still thought about swinging but no longer brought the subject up. Instead he hid in pornography.
After dinner, while the kids were in the den watching TV I dropped my canard bomb and told him I got a call earlier and had to rush to a work meeting to learn how to operate a new alignment machine. I didn’t ask if it was okay, simply said I had to go. I was going to use the ruse of shopping but decided it was too risky of his insisting on coming along.
He started being inquisitive but I
explained work ran 24/7, the meeting was only a couple hours, and the engineer
could only meet us alignment girls tonight. Saying I would be home at 10 might
bring back memories of my first date with Edward. It was best to stick to a
couple hours as if grocery shopping.
He stayed in the bedroom while I got ready and was shocked when I came out of the bathroom wearing the garter belt and nylons, attire I never wore before. He noticed the new bra and panties too. Before he inquired about them I said.
“Do you like my new undies I got for you? Don’t get too turned on until I get back.”
While putting on makeup, he grilled me who the engineer was. Figuring it best to lie with partial truth and knowing a first name is near impossible to trace, I answered.
"Mr. Enrico. Some bald Italian guy, pushy too, but I don’t know much about him. I’ll tell you more when I get back."
He attempted an advance as I got up from my makeup desk but I told him.
“Wait, wait, I’m already late. The meeting will be over in a couple of hours.”
I slipped into the dress and heels
and asked him to zip up the back. After zipping me up he pressed my buttocks to
him and attempted to lift the dress hem. I pushed him away and said again I was
late and told he could have it when I got back, went to the den and kissed the
kids. They liked the smell of Shalimar.
Standing before the empty space
where once there was a fish tank I thought of my new male guppy while putting
on lip stick using my purse mirror. I also kept one eye on hubby flashing his
tail. I pouted my red lips, rubbed them
together to even out the color, let hubby guppy cheek peck kiss and left.
Out of the driveway and around the corner I
remembered my Desoto, the feeling of freedom on turning a corner from home. After
a year, young once more, Vixen in control, life was exciting again.