An evening at the golf club.
"Humm, not bad if I do say so myself!"
I looked at myself in the mirror, there was a '40s barbecue and dance at my husbands golf club and I was dressed in a black wiggle dress, stockings, a pair of exquisite ivory old style French knickers and some beautiful black and white high heeled oxfords, hair was done al la 1940's, and some deep red lipstick to top it off.
My hubby, Dave had spent the afternoon helping to set it all up and I was to get a taxi over there. I had been looking forward to it for ages.
The doorbell went, I looked at my watch and thought the taxi had arrived early, I grabbed my bag and opened the door. I was greeted with hubby, being supported by Rob, a great bear of a man who dwarfed most men, and with Dave almost tucked under his arm, well he looked almost child sized.
"Sorry kate, he's been at the sauce again, I had to bring him home, he was getting out of control, wow, you look good!"
With that hubby proceeded to vomit down my dress, I could have killed him!!
Blinking away my tears I asked rob to bring him in as he mumbled incoherently, I put him in the conservatory, if he was going to be sick again at least I could mop it all up from the tiled floor.
Rob and I went into the kitchen where I tried to clean myself up.
"It's ruined! I've just about had it with Dave, what a bloody wanker! Sorry Rob, didn't mean to swear, but I'm so upset, the dress, my lovely dress is ruined!"
"Aye, you do look lovely in it, perhaps you could just sponge it down, I'm sure it will be fine."
"I was so looking forward to going tonight, he's spoilt that and your day too!"
"Kate, its fine, a bit of puke won't kill you, go and pop another dress on and I'll take you tonight, teach him a lesson! I'll be your date for the night if you like?"
"Aww, would you do that for me? It does sound tempting I must admit, is been ages since I have had a good dance, I should tell you I don't kiss on first dates!"
"We'll see about that..."
"Oi you, I'm not that sort of girl!" I joked
Trying to take the dress of wasn't as easy as I thought it would have been, my zip jammed and in the end I had to admit defeat and as Rob to undo my zip.
"Yep, that's broken, I'll have you out in a jiffy."
Rob wrestled with the zip, eventually getting it 3/4's of the way down.
"Mmm, no bra kate? Oh my word, stockings too! You must have known I was coming!"
I muttered something about how it would have spoilt the look wearing a bra, although quite why he found the need to push his hand inside my dress is a mystery, something about the zip not scratching my bottom. I must admit I did enjoy his firm hands squeezing against me. Eventually the zip was undone, I held the front of my dress and went to get changed.
I picked the only other dress I had that was remotely 40's, an A line white one with red polka dots.
"Ta da!You like this one Rob?"
"It lovely kate, no bra again I see?"
My nipples had decided to make an appearance through the thin material, I was beyond caring by this stage.
"Dave always said I looked like mini mouse in it!"
"Then he is a twat then, you look stunning!"
As Rob drove us to the golf club we chatted about my situation an his, he was divorced and loving life, I on the other hand was stuck in a loveless marriage, just going through the motions.
"It was the best decision I have ever made leaving my wife, life is so much better now."
"I thought she left you, for another woman?"
"Erm, yes, she did. That explains why she didn't like fucking, sorry, I mean having sex with me!"