Tina pulled the comforter around her shoulders a bit tighter as she settled down on the fake leather couch, remote control in her hand.
A bowl of freshly -puffed popcorn and a glass of soda sat beside her on a coffee table.
"Another Friday night alone! No doubt he is down at Joe's Bar getting drunk as a skunk again!" she muttered to herself, switching the channels sharply with her thumb.
Her eyes narrowed as she became more irate by the moment.
Her fevered imagination lent visions of her husband, Tom, in the arms of a younger prettier woman, slow dancing.
His hands reached behind to caress a tight nubile ass as he ground against her with a stiff hard cock.
"Chickenshit bastard!" She cried out, rising from the couch with such sudden movement the bowl full of popcorn went tumbling off of the table. "He's never taken me there but he can go there with his friends!"
Stomping to the bedroom she ripped the all-purpose housedress off her body, big buttons flying across the room along with two furry bunny slippers.
At this moment Tina Thomas was convinced her marriage was on the line. She might lose Tom to another woman. Some women will do anything to keep their man.
She let the hot rollers heat as she dug out the mini skirt from a year ago that Tom liked.
She didn't allow herself the threatening tears as she counted the days, weeks and oh my god, over a month since last she and Tom had made love.
Oh they had fiddled a bit here and there but the earth shattering stuff had gone out the door after Tom switched jobs.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the closet door, she stood naked, lifting each heavy breast in satisfaction.
Her pink nipples perked up as she tweaked each one between her fingers. "I have great boobs."
She smiled as she turned and inspected her tight round bottom with equal satisfaction. At least she hadn't lost her figure.
She squeezed into the tight black mini skirt and little knit tube top, adjusting her breasts so that they mounded together, forming a deep crevice where her necklace could nestle.
Her nipples jutted out proudly as if begging for another tweak.
After rolling her fiery red hair she brushed it out into long curls that danced against her back. She applied a generous portion of makeup and glittering jewelry.
Perfume wafted behind her as she walked back to the mirror and inspected herself with a highly arched brow.
No longer was she the boring housewife. Looking back at her was a sultry sex goddess with red pouty lips in high stiletto heels!
Those heels clicked sassily on the concrete as she sashayed to the car, swinging a little red bag by one finger and whistling.
She slid into the driver's seat, pulling the scanty skirt down to at least cover the crease of her thighs.
She took a deep breath and smiled. God it felt good to be bad!
Within minutes she was swinging into the parking lot of Joe's Bar.
She felt like she was in one of those old westerns where Miss Kitty and Doc would turn to look as she stepped into the bar.
She stood at the door with her head held high. A few catcalls and whistles put a bright smile on her face as she searched the area of the front room for her husband.
Some guys were playing pool at the three tables in the back. Other than that it was just the usual bunch of drinkers hanging on at the bar and nursing beers.
Not seeing Tom anywhere, she did what any good wife would do. She took a seat at the bar pulling the micro mini as far down as it would allow.
She winked at the bartender with a thickly mascaraed eye. "I'll have a scotch and water with a twist of lime."
A devilish grin was on her face but her mind was running through all the scenarios Tom might be in at the moment.
Looking into the big mirror behind the bar she was reassured that sex goddess mode was definitely still on.
"Hey good-looking, how's about you and me dancing? There's a band in the back."
She smiled sweetly to the man sitting to her left as he told the bartender to put the scotch on his tab and stood up, holding out a hand to her.
She eyed him up and down slowly, over the rim of her glass, and then rose with the scotch in her hand. He was a tall drink of water but she was not short herself at 5'6". "Sure why not?"
Country music blared forth as they opened the door to the back room and stepped in. People were on the dance floor scooting across the wooden boards to a western boogie.
Her eyes scanned the couples and the tables quickly but she saw no sign of Tom or any of his friends.
Just as she was beginning to wonder if looking for Tom was a bad idea after all, the man pulled a chair out for her to sit down.
Quickly she downed the scotch, setting the empty glass on the table, as she wiggled into the chair, tugging on the short skirt.
"Before you get the wrong impression you should know I'm here looking for my husband." She blurted out.
He laughed and again held out his hand. "You're safe, ma'am. My name is Joe and I own this hole in the wall. I have to say your husband is a lucky man."
She could not help but laugh too as she took his hand and shook it lightly. "I'm Tina Thomas."
"What's your husband's name? I might know him."
Tina realized that Joe was rather attractive in a rugged way, as he smiled kindly.
"Tom. Tom Thomas?"
"No kidding! Sure I know Tom. He and his friends came in early this evening for a beer."
He leaned back in his chair stretching out his long legs and chuckled. "So you're Tina?"
Tina blushed a bit as she looked at him inquiringly. "Tom has spoken of me?"
