My husband said he was curious. Usually, on Saturday he would be off with his friend's playing golf and enjoying the July weather. Today was different. Tom said he would join them after I left, adding a lie about they just played for fun and never keep score anyway.
It was about two in the afternoon. My boys were spending another weekend at a ball tournament so normally I would have been at home alone again.
Waiting, my husband sat absorbed by his phone when I noticed a dark SUV with tinted windows pull into the driveway.
"Tom, the car's here," I said and he set the phone down.
He seemed nervous, although when we first talked about it, he had said it wasn't a big deal. Through this whole situation, he seemed like he really didn't care if I was gone or not.
"Do you want me to carry your bag?" he said and then noticed I was already carrying it, Oh, you've got it."
I could feel butterflies in my stomach and I forced myself to relax. I had almost changed my mind a dozen times. Part of me knew this was a bad idea and I should stay home, the other part of me knew this was a bad idea but that I deserved to have some fun.
I have been a good mom and a good wife (I think) for nineteen years. Married right out of high school, our twins were born after we had been married only six months. I had worked hard to make things work and as the boys got older, I took a progression of jobs, moving from part-time serving jobs to joining a big local corporation and working my way up.
I had gone back to school and got a business degree and about ten years ago, started working out to get back into shape.
My husband was just the opposite, content with two kids, sex gradually faded from infrequent to hardly ever. Driving a long-haul truck for the factory, he made good money, but the eighteen-year-old I married was only visible in the similarities he shared with my nineteen-year-old sons.
Ironically, it had been my husband's dismissive attitude that had finally made up my mind to do this. I also told myself that I am just working.
I needed to remember this was just like working on any other Saturday. Except I knew that it wasn't.
This kind of working might be seen as illegal by some people, or certainly not something that a good mom does.
I laughed to myself, thinking how shocked my own mother would be.
Still, getting ready, my nervousness was so high that my hands actually shook.
I got ready just like I did any other "workday," except maybe I had taken a little extra care. I rarely wore heels and today I wore a new pair, black and open-toed ones with spaghetti straps. I wore a nice black skirt, tight but not too short, a red blouse, matching panties, and a bra, with a necklace. I felt pretty and maybe even a little sexy.
I had spent extra time on my hair and wore perfume for the first time in forever.
I hadn't packed much since I had actually been told by my boss not to bring anything; my host, Mr. Roberts, would take care of all my needs. I figured that I should bring a couple of things; it's hard to stop being a mom even for a few hours.
I thought about how I would act if he tried something and how I would feel. Steadying my nerves, I wondered how I would feel if he didn't try anything and would I be disappointed.
I thought about how my life had been lacking excitement and how it had been so long since I had felt this way. No matter what happened, the excitement I felt even right now was worth any misgivings I had about what might or might not happen.
It had been fun to daydream about the possibilities. Last night after everyone had gone to bed, I had lain in bed and quietly masturbated while several ran through my mind.
I had started getting ready after running and working out this morning. Yesterday, my boss had given me the afternoon off and as well a "spa" pass.
I couldn't remember the last time I had a massage, but that was included with the pass. I blushed as I thought about the complete body waxing which was as painful as I remembered from the last time so many years ago. When I left I had been exfoliated, had my fingernails and toenails buffed and polished, eyebrows done, and I was as smooth as a baby... everywhere. All courtesy of my boss.
Kendra, my boss, had even offered to have my hair and makeup done this morning as well.
I had told her I could do that myself and this morning I had taken extra care with my makeup and hair. I have to admit, that despite knowing that I would be working, as each minute passed I felt sexier and sexier, which after being essentially a single mom, at least five days a week, felt pretty nice.
The SUV must be in a hurry because the driver left the engine running and the doors didn't open until we came out of the house.
I stepped out the door as the driver's door opened and one of Mr. Robert's lawyers stepped out of the SUV. He was in his late sixties, his tailored suit fit him like it had been designed for him. He had salt and pepper hair and moved with an ease that made him seem almost fluid. I had to admit that on his frequent visits to our company and he and I had flirted innocently almost as much as I did with Mr. Roberts.
I would never tell anyone, but many of my secret desires involved both him and Mr. Roberts, and sometimes both of them. A girl could dream, even a mom, I smiled.
The lawyer smiled and said, "Lori, you look wonderful, as always."
A moment later, he commented on my perfume, "Wildflowers and cinnamon, you smell as amazing as you look, Lori, I am not surprised you wear that fragrance, it suits you."
I blushed and my husband coughed. I started to introduce him and the lawyer spoke.
"John Lynch," and extended his hand and my husband introduced himself.
John opened the door for me, I couldn't remember the last time someone had done that, and my husband leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
"Have a good time Lori, see you later tonight, do you want me to wait up?" he said as John closed the door. Disappointed that his kiss was so, so, so nothing.
"It's okay, Tom, I have my key, have fun playing golf."
As the door closed, I heard John say to him, "She will, I will make sure of that and so will Mr. Roberts."
Then surprisingly, I heard him say, "Tom, please wait a moment, Lori needs to give you something if you don't mind waiting." He didn't wait for Tom to answer.
John popped into the SUV and closed the door. I could see Tom standing there looking a little confused. He could not see me through the windows.
"Lori, remember Kendra said no bags, can you leave that with your husband?"
Embarrassed, I apologized and John held up his hand, "Lori, it's okay, I understand, it's just one of Mr. Robert's little quirks."
I reached from the backseat, handed him the bag, and apologized again.
Then he added, "Lori, if you don't mind, we have a little change of plans, Mr. Roberts needs you change in the car, instead of the hotel, his flight was delayed and we are going to go straight to the restaurant if you don't mind.
"Your clothes are in the bag on the seat," I was confused, I wondered why what I had on wasn't good enough.
"You look nice Lori, but Mr. Roberts bought you a special dress for tonight," John said almost apologically.
I gulped and John added, "We are going to switch vehicles, so the fewer things you have to carry, the better."
I hadn't noticed the bag when I got in, I was a little puzzled by what was happening and started to say something.
"Mr. Lynch."
"Lori, how many times have I told you, call me John, especially away from the office, how long have we known each other, it must be six years, you know how Mr. Robert's is."
I smiled, worried that I was going to blow everything before it even got started, I took a deep breath and said, "You're right, sorry for being so difficult Mr. Ly... John."
I turned, reached for the bag and for the first time noticed the brand, it was an exclusive and very expensive shop from the city.
"Lori, you are our guest tonight, we want it to be a night to remember."
I looked in the bag and pulled out a dress that seemed to be made out of liquid fabric.
John said, "Please if you will Lori we are a little behind schedule and traffic was surprisingly heavy, by the way, your shoes are perfect."
Rushing me and complimenting me at the same time only added to the pressure. I thought of how much Kendra and so many people were counting on me. I told myself I shouldn't be so difficult, and John was just trying to do his job.
I remember that Tom's only comment about the shoes was about how much they must have cost. It wasn't like when we were first married when we had no money, now we both had good jobs and I never spent money on myself.
I felt more than a little uncomfortable changing in the car parked in our driveway, but not wanting to argue, I knew I could change quickly. John turned back to the front and folded the rearview mirror to the side to give me a little more privacy. I started to undress myself.
Rushing, I quickly undid the buttons on my blouse and out of habit folded the material. I looked at the dress again, wondering about my bra.
"Lori, it is a strapless dress, as nice as your bra is, you won't be able to wear it."
I didn't even think to ask how he knew, as I was lost in the moment and rushing.
I didn't respond but reached around myself and undid the clasp. I told myself, that my 34B's really didn't need a bra anyway; they were barely a handful, as Tom would say. I glanced out the window and he was still standing there, whistling to himself, oblivious to his half-naked wife only feet away.
I lifted my hips and unbuttoned my slacks, I quickly slid them down my hips.
Sitting in the backseat in just my heels and panties, I felt like I did when I was a teenager parked out in the country somewhere. I could feel moisture beading on the seam of my panties.
I set my slacks and bra on the blouse and reached for the dress. It was a short black dress, a very short black dress.
