Susan couldn't really remember the last time that her husband, Kevin, had taken her out to a play. It might have been years since he'd done anything that could genuinely be considered a 'date'. They'd gone out to eat a few times, caught the occasional movie but they hadn't really gone out in years. She couldn't put the blame entirely on Kevin though. It was an entire myriad of things. They both had full time jobs with schedules that intentionally kept the two of them apart or more accurately made sure that there was always one of them at home to look after their child. It was just fate that they didn't really have a lot of time together and when they did usually one or both of them were so exhausted that the only thing they were interested in doing was having a drink and relaxing. It was completely unheard of that he'd take her someplace nice.
It was rare enough that she was willing to completely ignore the fact that she'd never even heard of Wicked and thought that the Wizard of Oz was the most overrated movie in history. The second most overrated actually. If you listened to most people you'd think that Avatar had literally changed the world and that history would be divided into before and after that movie. For a night out on the town she was more than willing to overlook that fact.
It was going on seven pm, they had to be on the road in about fifteen minutes and Susan was still staring into her closet wondering if it still fit. She hadn't worn it close to a decade but she still kept in shape, or more accurately her job kept her in shape. Even though it had been years Susan could still remember the way that Kevin looked at her when she wore that little black strapless dress. Susan smiled and pulled it from the closet holding it up in front of her svelte frame. It still looked like it would fit but there was only one way for her to find out.
The dress fit. It was a little tighter than the last time she wore it but she doubted that her husband was going to mind that her cleavage was threatening to spill over the top of the dress or that the extra junk in her trunk caused the dress to ride up a bit. She'd probably have to spend most of the night tugging it back into place but that was okay with her as long as it was okay with him and she knew without even showing him that it was okay with him.
"Susan!" His voice echoed through the house. That was typical male bullshit. Of course he'd been ready for the last hour, all he had to do was pull on his suit and he was ready to go! Susan considered making him wait another few minutes just to remind him who wore the panties he wanted to get into in this family. Then she decided to tuck her black silk undergarments into her purse instead of wearing them. She took a last look in the mirror to make sure her make up was still flawless and her hair was in place, a tight gun on the back of her head. She always thought that it made her look like a geek. She only used to wear it at work because it kept her hair out of her face at work but Kevin apparently thought it made her look like the 'sauciest slut' he'd ever seen. She didn't like the rectangular glasses either but she could tell when he looked at her that he wasn't just telling her what he thought she wanted to hear. "Hurry up Honey, we don't want to be late!" Susan rolled her eyes picked up her open toed heels and sauntered out of their bedroom.
Kevin was standing at the bottom of the stairs in a sharp black suit with a slender red tie. For a moment Susan's legs wobbled beneath her, she'd forgotten just how handsome he was when he dressed to the nines. The thing that actually had her legs turning to Jell-O beneath her though was the look in his eyes. He had the same savage look in his eyes that he'd had on their honeymoon years ago. "You look amazing my dear." His voice was dripping with lust. Susan felt a bit like a kite on a string as she glided down the stairs to her husband lightly kissing him on the cheek as she passed him. She couldn't allow herself to stop or they'd never make it to the car much less the play. "Yeah . . . we should get going." He mumbled a bit disappointed. Susan silently made a note to make that up to him as soon as possible.
"What about the sitter?" The words had barely left her mouth when the doorbell rang. It was actually a little eerie and if she hadn't been in a bit of a rush she would have wondered if there was a higher power at work.
"I just know my husband hired his boy a stripper. He's been talking about it for ages." Susan thought to herself. It had been one of the few big arguments the two of them had had. Apparently it was some kind of long standing tradition in his family for the dad to purchase the son's first woman.
Susan felt like she nearly snatched the door off its hinges expecting to find some six foot tall leggy blond skank. She'd be wearing an outfit so slutty it was amazing she'd made it from her piece of shit car to the doorway without sucking off the neighbors and ridiculous stripper shoes. The kind with the six inch platform and then ten inch heels to top it off and English would be at best her third language.
It came as a shock that the actual woman was tiny mouse of a girl who barely came up to Susan's shoulders. She looked like she might have some Asian blood based on her eyes and dark hair. She had short hair in a pixie cut pulled back behind her ears leaving her cute face neatly framed. It was impossible to figure out her measurements since she was wearing a loose fitting tee and a pair of sweet pants but she was definitely far from a strumpet here to deflower her innocent boy. She looked more like a dorm mouse desperate to find a quiet place she could study, which explained the backpack she had slung over one shoulder. "Hi, I'm Rin!" The tiny mouse declared thrusting her hand out. She didn't quite meet Susan's gaze when she offered her hand. Susan noted how fragile Rin's fingers felt in her grasp.
"Hello Rin, glad you could make it." Kevin slid up behind his wife quickly looking over the sitter. Susan thought she saw a hint of a smile but put it aside and slipped out the door. Behind her Kevin gave a few last instructions before joining his wife in their BMW.
"She's cute." Susan tried to sound nasty but she knew she was failing when Kevin just turned to her and smiled.
"She's okay I guess. Little nerdy looking though." He pulled out of the driveway and pointed at the sky blue moped parked by their mailbox. "She's got a nice ride too. I bet she takes all the boys out for a romp in her backseat."
Susan rolled her eyes and slapped her husband's shoulder. "Okay, I admit it you. You didn't hire a hussy, just a good little house sitter to keep that little monster from burning the house down while we're away." She leaned closer to her husband resting one hand on his knee. "Maybe I can make it up to you Daddy?" She saw his eye twitch just slightly. "I've been so naughty." Susan's hand started gliding up Kevin's thigh towards his groin.
"Susan!" Kevin gasped.
"Why don't you call me Suzy?" She purred resting her hand on the bulge in his slacks. Susan saw that flicker in his eyes again.
"Suzy?" When Kevin said it sounded like a word of reverence. He said it with the kind of awe normally reserved for deities.
"Don't you like the way I talk Daddy?" Suzy started massaging Kevin's cock through his pants.
"I'm driving Suzy." He half moaned.
