Ancilla Meyers knew that her husband was cheating on her. He was acting all jumpy and skittish. He came home at odd hours, claiming that he was at work. She knew he wasn't because his secretary was a dear friend and had told Ancilla otherwise. He wasn't even being that careful about hiding it, he and the other woman had been spotted having lunch. Ancilla was not the type to give up her marriage without a fight. The slinky blonde had beat out all the other girls to claim Barry as her own. He had often told her that it was her sexy French accent but Ancilla also believed there were other, more obvious reasons. Through exercise and diet, she had taken very good care of those "reasons". Perhaps it was time to remind her husband that she was still gorgeous and sexy and exciting?
She wanted to really spice up her wardrobe and yet, she had a huge closet full of sexy outfits and drawers full of lingerie. Ancilla decided that she would kick it up a notch. Something with leather or PVC or latex -- something that would make her stand out from other beautiful women. A bit of fetish wear to let Barry know there was still a fire burning within her. Something he wouldn't expect, that would catch him off-guard and make him re-examine his priorities.
Her friend Jessica knew where to send her. She didn't want to ask Jessica why she always knew about places like this. Ancilla figured the curvy brunette was entitled to keep some secrets. Her friend had never married, opting for life as a swinging bachelorette. "Oh no, I'm not making that mistake," she would say when asked about marriage. Jess had played by her own rules ever since 7th Grade when the school sent her home for coming to school in a short skirt and high heels. Her liberal parents sent her right back and told them unless she was violating some strict dress code, to "mind their own fucking business". All the boys in class had stared at Jess, who had the body of a 20-year old by the time she was 14.
She found the shop easily from Jess' directions. It was totally unlike anything she had expected. She had expected the store to look a bit dingy or grungy or even perverted and be badly lit. Instead, it was in a well-traveled section of town, nearly immaculate with real hardwood floors and extremely well lit. Everything in the shop looked well made, nothing cheap or tacky. Ancilla looked around the store for a bit, unsure as to what look she wanted and what to buy. She was looking around when a young woman came around the corner and approached her gently.
"Hello and excuse me if I'm bothering you," the young woman said to Ancilla. "I noticed you looking around and wondered if there was anything I could help you with. My name is
Mosh
and this is my store."
"Mosh? Is that your first name or your last name?" Ancilla asked.
"It's my only name," the younger woman said in a soft tone. "I changed it because I wanted something playful and unique -- just like me!" Mosh certainly could have been described as unique. She was petite and almost wasp-waisted. Her hair was coiffed in a style reminiscent of the 1930`s and was platinum blonde. Although if you looked close enough, you could see places where it was the palest of pale blues. It was the young woman`s clothes that caught your eye the most. Her top was black and her skirt was powder blue. What they were made of puzzled Ancilla. Both were sleek and very shiny. Her high heels were at least 5 inches with pencil-thin heels. "You didn't answer my question -- is there something that I can help you with, Miss ...?"
"It's Mrs. and my name is
Ancilla
," said the blonde, holding out her hand.
Mosh laughed lightly. "You thought
I
had a unique name? You've been looking at my outfit, do you like it?"
"It's quite fetching and ... unique," Ancilla smiled, using that word again.
"It's made of latex. It is surprisingly comfortable and a lot of my customers love the material. There is just something about the shiny look they can't resist. If you want to turn on a lover and if they have just the slightest bit of kink, something like this will usually do the trick," she explained.
"I do think it's sexy and it displays your beautiful body so nicely," Ancilla noted. Mosh smiled at her and not for the first time.
"I think you're beautiful too, so thank you," Mosh smiled. She led the blonde wife to a rack of latex tops and dresses. "I think you could easily wear latex, you've got the perfect, slim body for it. I'd put you in ... ah, here it is ... a red latex dress with matching red spiked heels!"
"Do you think I could?" Ancilla gasped as she eyed the slinky dress Mosh held in front of her. It would leave little to the imagination and would most certainly capture Barry's attention. The dress was short and cut low in the front. It would accentuate her cleavage. The hem of the dress ended just below her waist and was daringly short. Red latex gloves went with it. This outfit was daring and very risquΓ© but was Ancilla brave enough to wear it?
"I would like to at least try it on," Ancilla breathed. She was excited. For this one time at least, she would see another side of herself. Mosh took her to the back room and she managed to slither and wiggle into the tight garment. It left little to the imagination and looked sensational on her. "Oh my," she gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. "I can hardly believe that's me, I feel so naughty!"
"Latex should look sexy and make you think naughty thoughts," Mosh smiled as she watched Ancilla admiring herself. "Are you thinking naughty thoughts?"
"I am," Ancilla smiled for the first time in a long while. "Although I'm not quite sure if they're thoughts my husband would approve of!"
"
Fuck
him, then!" Mosh blurted out. "Why should we let men decide how we think? We're entitled to our own opinions and naughty fantasies. If they can't deal with that, it's their problem, not ours!" She fumed.
"You're absolutely right, I'll take the dress," Ancilla said as she slammed down her credit card. "I will need the shoes to go with it. My husband isn't going to know what hit him. I hope this can put some of the spark back into our marriage."
"Uh-oh? Trouble in paradise?" Mosh asked as Ancilla did her level best to sit down in the constricting garment.
"I think so, yes. Barry -- my husband -- I think he is having an affair. No, scratch that -- I'm