Monday Morning, Nov 20, 2028
Morning did finally come. THE morning! Addie got up, made the kids breakfast, then I took them to school. When I got home, Addie was sitting at her makeup table in a matching sheer red bra and panty set putting on her makeup. Her lips were a gorgeous red and she was working on her eyelashes when I walked in.
"I thought about not wearing any underwear, but I thought about how much fun it'll be when he takes them off me," she said, just pouring on the jealousy fuel. Then she paused from her makeup duties and looked over at me, "You know, you can't be here when Nick comes, don't you? He thinks you're off serving our country."
I nodded, frowning, "I know, not sure what I'll do, probably be a nervous wreck."
Addie grimaced, "Wish it didn't have to be that way. I'll set up my phone like last time... and if you want, you can leave me yours, too. I could set it up on the other side of the room."
"Yeah, that'd be great, except, how will I know when I can come home?"
She thought a minute, "Bring the kids home from school. I'll be sure that he's left by then."
I checked my watch, eight-thirty. "What time did he say?"
"Nine, I better finish getting dressed."
I stood, "One thing before I make myself scarce, what are you gonna wear?"
She stood and stepped over to our closet, opening the door. I held my breath as she took out the blouse and leather skirt, along with her red heels she'd worn to dinner with Kayla and Ethan. She slid the door closed and showed me, "I think these. Sexy enough?"
I smiled, breathing a slight sigh of relief, "Yeah, I love them. Sure he will, too."
She slipped the blouse on. It was sheer enough to slightly show the red bra underneath it, same as it showed her breasts when she'd worn it without a bra a week ago. Then the skirt, all twelve inches of it.
Another few minutes had passed, closer to the time Nick was arriving, likely any minute. "Guess I better get out of here," I said.
Addie kissed me with those soft lips, the lips that I knew were going to be kissing her lover in just a few minutes. "Love you," she said.
"You too, have fun," I answered back. Then I was out the door to the Jeep, my heart rate going a thousand times a minute, tummy full of - something, not just butterflies, maybe an entire flock of geese flapping their wings. In short, I was a nervous wreck! It almost felt like that time a couple weeks earlier when I'd sat in the Jeep wondering if I dared actually go up to Ginger's door.
I drove a couple blocks, then down a side street and back a block, parking the Jeep in front of a house I knew was vacant; got out and walked back and into our back yard. I'd opened the blind on the patio door into our bedroom just enough that I could see in. Addie was still sitting at her armoire working on jewelry. She was putting on her gold hoop earrings and necklace I'd bought for her birthday a couple years earlier. It was a three-piece set; earrings, necklace, and bracelet; beautiful and very feminine.
I waited, out of sight of the open blind until I heard the doorbell ring about ten minutes later. I peeked in and saw Addie walking out our bedroom door to greet her 'guest'. God, she was beautiful... and sexy!
As soon as I was certain the coast was clear, I slid open the sliding door just enough to let myself in, closed the door again, and headed to the closet. Our closet is relatively deep, almost a walk-in, but not quite. Whoever built it apparently wasn't sure if they wanted a walk-in closet or not, so built it deep enough that you could walk in and close the sliding door behind you, but could also just step in a bit to pick out clothes. Three or four years earlier, Addie and I had replaced the doors with solid, full-height, sliding mirrors. It made our bedroom seem so much bigger and we loved it.
My little project had been to replace the mirrors with two-way, tempered glass, like in a police interrogation room; mirror on one side, window from the other. I could hide in the closet with a full view of the bedroom, just like looking through a normal window, while the person (people in this case) on the other side was just looking into what appeared to be the same mirror as we'd installed those years ago. From outside the closet, there was no change. I'd been very specific to my contractor that I didn't want it looking any different. I'm sure there wasn't much doubt in his mind what it was for.
I knew that afterward I'd have to show Addie so she didn't accidentally find out, which she would, but hopefully, by then she'd be fine with it. But for now, I could watch without either having any idea they were being watched. She only thought I'd be watching later and certainly not with the real-life view I had. I just hoped she wouldn't be too pissed that I hadn't told her in advance.
I'd been worried over the weekend, and especially this morning when Addie got out her clothes, that she'd notice the change from the inside of the closet. I was surprised that it really wasn't noticeable at all, not unless you were actually inside the closet looking out. Just like I was then, intending to be there as long as it took.
Fortunately, Addie has always been obsessed with keeping the closet neat, all the shoes put in their place, so I could move around without fear of bumping into anything. Also, I'd leaned a folding chair up on my end-wall Sunday night, just in case this turned into a bit longer than I wanted to stand.
I moved a few clothes aside, so I could put the chair down with plenty of room and sat, waiting. Like I said, the view into our bedroom was absolute total, like there was nothing in-between at all, like looking through a big picture window. Yet I was totally invisible from the bedroom.
Addie and Nick were in the other room, with the bedroom door closed, so I couldn't hear a thing. I'd have loved to see, or at least hear their greeting, but it wasn't to be. I had nothing to do except wait. If they stayed in the living room for their 'modeling session', then all my planning and the new glass doors would be wasted.
The longer I waited, the more nervous I was that they weren't going to use the bedroom at all. Then I remembered the phones that Addie had set up for that purpose. One was on the dresser and mine on her armoire, both pointing toward the bed. So she'd definitely bring him to the bedroom for their 'fun'. That realization settled my nerves somewhat, but the other ninety-eight percent of my nervousness was still in full force, along with the flock of geese still fluttering around in my tummy.
Finally, after thirty-two minutes (but who was watching the time?), the bedroom door opened and Addie led Nick inside. They'd been laughing about something and the residual laugh was still there, for just a moment. Addie turned to him and said, "Mmm, I've been looking forward to this ever since last time." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her lips working over his like she had mine when we were 'dancing' ten days earlier. "I told my husband that you're the best kisser I've ever had and he'd better be working on his game when he gets home."
"I hope you tell him that I'm the best at lots of things, not just kissing," he said.
I could hear like there was nothing in-between, the same as I could see. He was still just as scruffy-looking as before: blond, ratty hair; unshaved face. It must be a real turn-on for women. It sure as hell seemed to be for my woman. Besides, I didn't understand... his hair and the ratty whiskers looked exactly the same as in that first picture Addie had sent me... over seven weeks earlier. How the hell does that work? Doesn't shave, doesn't cut hair, but they don't seem to get any longer.
"Oh, I have. I told him all about two weeks ago. He's so jealous! But I have'ta tell you, he's pretty darn good, too, when he's here"
THAT made me smile!
"You told him we made love? And how good it was?"
"Mmhmm, I even sent him some pictures of us together."
"Your husband must be a strange man to let a beautiful woman like you out with another man who wants to steal you away."
That got my attention! Steal her away? Addie had never said anything about that.
Addie's arms were still wrapped around Nick's neck and he was rubbing his hands up and down her ribcage, feeling her soft skin under that thin blouse.
"Mmm, steal me away? You wouldn't, would you?" she pouted to him.
He picked her up, Addie wrapping her legs around his body and kissed her. "If I was ready for permanent, I would. I've never met anyone like you. You'd be so easy to fall in love with. Maybe in a couple years..."
She traced his lips with her finger, "So you're saying it's safe to just play for the next year and a half? You won't steal me away unless it's two years?"
He grinned, obviously enjoying the flirting, "Well, maybe my timetable might get a little skewed by then... but yeah... probably."
She put her legs back down on the floor, "Then if we only have a year and a half to play, we better get started. I don't know if a year and a half of what we did two weeks ago will be nearly enough."
God, I was hard! I was regretting what Addie and I didn't do last night big time!
She pulled away and climbed up on the bed, kneeling, her knees slightly spread apart. "You want me to model? What do I do?"
