(a work of fiction about fictional characters)
Debra Barone was mad...no not just mad; she was furious. Her husband Ray had done it to her again. He had just called from Minneapolis and said he would be delayed for at least twenty-four hours because the airport was snowed- in. He was a sportscaster for NY Newsday and was on the road covering the Monday night Vikings-Giants game. It was an important (according oh him , they were all important) game in the play-off race, or he would have probably covered it from their couch. Now, instead of arriving home on Tuesday afternoon; he wouldn't be home until sometime Wednesday. Normally she wouldn't have been so upset; but they had made plans to have dinner at the home of their friends Linda and Bernie Gruenfelder. She had already made arrangements for her mother-in-law to baby sit the kids.
They didn't go out much because of his job, and because they were actually good parents , and liked staying home with their three children. The twin boys, Michael and Geoffrey were still crawling; and daughter Allie always cried when they went out. Debra felt like crying when she hung up the phone after Ray's call. It had been as especially aggravating weekend and she needed to get out of the house. Her meddlesome mother-in-law, Marie, had seemingly been a constant presence in their house. She had forced her "help" on Debra because of Ray's absence. According to Marie, Debra could do nothing right; from cooking (ok, admittedly she was not a great cook) and cleaning; to child-rearing.
Debra felt like if she had to put up with Marie, and her constant "suggestions," for another whole day, she was going to scream...or worse. Unfortunately, she couldn't blame this one on Ray; because she was the one who encouraged him to purchase this house; across the street from his parents. Of course, when Marie barged in , she didn't come by herself; she was always accompanied by her husband Frank...who Debra thought was one of the crudest, most disgusting men on earth.
She liked Linda and Bernie, too. They were just about the only real friends that she and Ray had. Linda was a gorgeous, typical Long Island, girl; and her husband Bernie was sweet and a lot of laughs (Debra had always been reminded of the Pillsbury Dough Boy when Bernie was in the room). Linda would probably have been her idea of the perfect woman if it hadn't been for that annoying, nasal voice of hers...and that laugh. Her laugh reminded Debra of that actress who played the "Nanny" on TV; or that actress who played Chandler's girlfriend Janice on "Friends." But they were best of friends, and she had been looking forward to this dinner. She figured she should do the courteous thing and give them as much notice as possible of the cancellation; so she picked up the phone and punched their number.
When Linda picked up the phone and heard Debra's situation; she wouldn't hear of the dinner being canceled. "No, Debra. You come anyway; you need a break and the three of us will have a great time...I've got wine!"
Debra hesitated for only a few seconds, "ok, lets do it. I do need a break and Marie already is planning on being here...again."
For the rest of the day, Debra was in a great mood as she did her housework. She actually caught herself singing while vacuuming ..."see this Marie, I'm vacuuming," she belted out like a show-tune.
Since no one was home, she even treated herself to an afternoon bubble-bath. As she was shaving her shapely legs, she realized she was treating this dinner almost like a date. She examined her exquisite body in the full-length mirror , running her hands up the entire length of her legs and ending up cupping her still totally firm breasts. Ray loved her breasts. He had nicknamed them "Barnes & Noble." When pregnant with the twins , her breasts had swelled to a full 38D size and had kept that impressive stature even after they were done nursing. There was just a trace of a sag. "They are pretty darned nice," she told herself as she admired them. She had kept her pussy shaved after the birth of the twins; with just a small "landing strip" of bright red pubic hair. It somehow made her feel still sexy, even after three children. She did a pirouette in front of the mirror and was impressed at the firmness of her ass and the fact that there was absolutely no cellulite on her thighs. Her stomach was not as toned and flat as she would have liked, but she chalked that up to having three children. She guessed she could stand to lose a couple pounds, but Ray had never complained about her body.
"Not bad," she assured herself.
Since she was treating this like a date, she decided to wear some sexy lingerie under her clothes that evening. No one else would know; but she would secretly feel a little naughty. She selected sheer black panties and matching bra. The bra was very skimpy, and you could actually see her nipples through the material. She hadn't realized it before, but she could also see the outline of her pussy slit; the material was that sheer. She shrugged on a nice, button-front blouse, and slid her legs into a knee-length skirt. She did feel naughty, knowing what was underneath, and it made her smile. She didn't bother with pantyhose; she was going to her friend's house, not a fancy restaurant. She topped the ensemble by lightly coating her lips with some bright -red lipstick.
When the children arrived home from school; she quickly prepared an early dinner for them, and got them started on their homework. As soon as Marie cheerfully charged through the back door; Debra grabbed her purse and coat; kissed the kids on the head; and exited her home. It was a short, uneventful drive to the Gruenfelder residence in the brisk, clear winter night. The snow that had crippled the mid-west had not reached the east coast yet.
Linda answered the back door with a radiant smile; hugged Debra, and welcomed her into their kitchen. Debra thought to herself that you know you are friends when you are comfortable using the back door as your primary entrance. Linda placed Debra's coat on the coat-rack and ushered her into the warm, inviting living room. Bernie was just descending the stairs; hugged Debra while giving her a quick peck on the cheek; and led the way to the sofa. Debra sat in the middle, with Linda and Bernie on either side. Linda, ever the gracious host, poured each a glass of white wine from a carafe that was already on the coffee-table. In no time, the trio emptied the carafe as they talked, laughed and gossiped as if they hadn't seen each other in months. Historically, Debra was not much of a drinker; and it didn't take a large quantity of alcohol to make her tipsy; but she was feeling so contented that she didn't refuse a refill. No one seemed to notice, or care, that they hadn't eaten dinner yet.
During a lapse in the conversation, Debra noticed Linda nod at Bernie, and he smiled and nodded back. Linda placed her goblet on the table; looked Debra straight in the eyes and said, "Even though Ray isn't here tonight there is something we wanted to discuss with you guys."
Debra, suddenly fearful, inquired," Oh Linda, is something wrong?"
Linda saw the frightened look on Debra's face and laughed lightly, "Oh no honey; we just wanted to share an experience we had with you."
Debra was relieved as Linda began, " As you probably remember, Bernie and I went through a stretch when we were having some problems." As Debra nodded in the affirmative, Linda continued, "well, everything is all better now, but when we were trying to spice things up a bit; we actually went to a swap party."
