"Hey, babe" My husband of four years was calling.
"What's up?" I said. Hoping he was going to tell me he was taking me out to dinner.
"How about so fun tonight? I've got to go to a meeting about Ted's baseball team and then I thought we might meet at O'Charley's for dinner and then do something nasty."
"Nasty as in what?" I said with a grin on my face. I knew he wanted to go to a local adult shop to pick up some toys and a couple of movies. Our sex life had been one continuous party since we had gotten together and I, for one, hoped it never stopped.
"Let's do the book store thing and -" he said but I stopped him in mid sentence.
"You're a horny devil! I guess you want me to dress accordingly?" I already knew the answer. Tom loved for me to dress in short skirt, heels and a blouse than gave the maximum of exposure to my breasts.
"Gawd, yes! I'll call you back when the meeting is over."
Ted is Tom's son from a previous marriage, just turned eighteen and the apple of his eye. A good kid but one with genes straight from his father. I have caught him several times trying to catch me nude and probably if he wasn't his son, well, I knew that was too taboo.
I didn't have time for a shower so I went searching for the right outfit that would make me look less like a teacher and more like a, well, you can guess what a wanton woman might wear to an adult store. The looks in O'Charley's would only get the both of us hot for what was going to happen later. I found a short jean skirt, a white semi sheer blouse that would be left unbuttoned to various levels of exposure for the setting and my red four inch sandals. My tan from spring break in Florida I had maintained in tanning salons so I knew I would look hot.
Teaching in a neighboring community allowed me have a life at home that I couldn't allow if I taught in the same city. Thank goodness for that!
After getting dressed I touched up my makeup with a little more eye shadow and fixed me a glass of wine. Waiting, I decided to look at some of the more risque sites on the computer. I love doing so and it brings out the nasty in me.
I didn't realize the time that went by and was startled to hear the doors on a vehicle slam in our drive way. I turned off the computer and looked out to see Tom, Ted and two other young men walking up to the front door. Shit! Our computer room is in a spare bed room on the opposite end of the house from our master bedroom. There was no way I could get to the bed room in time to change without passing the four of them on the way.