The kids had just left for a summer at their grand parents on the North Carolina Coastline. For 16 year there had always a house filled with kids and now it was empty, quiet. Jan looked out the window with her elbows resting on the counter, sipping her coffee and wondering what she wanted too do.
Dave, her husband, came down the stairs and poured some coffee. He had on jeans and a t-shirt that fit just right. He slid up against Jan while she was sitting on the stool at the counter and slid his hand from her side up under her breast making sure to brush up against them.
Jan pushed his hand away. "Stop it," she said. "Not now."
"Why not?" he snapped back. "There's no one here except us. "
"Just because no one is here doesn't mean that we have to do it," she added.
Dave just walked by and let it go. This argument wasn't one that they needed to have today and it was never an argument that he won anyway. "Maybe Mistress Jan can stop by sometime?" he asked.
Mistress Jan was his wife's alter ego when they did anything other than the missionary position. She was controlling in bed and couldn't stand it if he tried to take charge. Oddly enough though, Jan hated having to make decisions and doing things out of the ordinary, she wanted sex to be easy and relaxing.
"Your such a pervert," she said. "Its nine in the morning and your thinking about sex."
"We don't have to have sex," he said, knowing full well that anytime they started playing there was always had a happy ending.
Jan smiled at Dave. "Call me on your way home tonight."
Dave set his cup of coffee down on the counter, leaned in and kissed his wife on the cheek, grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.
Jan looked down at the counter a few minutes later. "Damn!" How hard is it to put your mug in the dishwasher, she thought.
As the day went by she set about cleaning, with her mind running ... incessantly thinking about having to clean up after her family for 16 years without any help, without a thank you or acknowledgement that what she did mattered. And he wanted sex first thing in the morning! He wanted Mistress Jan.
By the time Jan had slipped into the shower shortly after four, she was plotting and scheming about how she was going to make him pay for not appreciating her enough.
She did her make-up and teased out her brown, curly hair. She slipped on a short black cocktail dress, diamond studs hung on her ears, and then she slipped on a pair of heals that sat somewhere between classy and stripper heals.
Jan started laughing, spurred on by a glass or two of wine, she hadn't put on her bra, panties, or the thigh-highs that she had laid out. She walked over to the vanity and grabbed some oil which she rubbed up her legs, making them shine, hiking her dress up and covering her ass as well.
Jan stood looking in the mirror, she thought that she looked amazing. "You are going to do what I want," she said into the mirror.
Dave walked in to see Jan sitting there with her legs crossed and sparkling in the afternoon light.
"You look beautiful," Dave said in a slow drawn out way.
"You can go upstairs and change," she said. "I laid some clothes out for you on the bed. Don't put anything else on but what I laid out. I want you to take me out to dinner."
Dave climbed the stairs and stripped off his clothes. He noticed that Jan had even picked out his shoes. He threw one of her thongs aside looking for his underwear.
"Hey Jan," he yelled. "Where are my underwear?" Dave was trying to play a bit submissive, he was hoping that he would get lucky later.
"I laid them on top of your stuff."
He looked again. " The only thing here is your thong."
"That's it. Put it on and hurry up, I'm hungry."
Jan had him put on her panties from time to time when she played Mistress Jan, but he had never worn them outside. Dave looked and pulled them on. The thong that Jan had picked was satin with elastic along the sides, he was able to tuck himself into the thong, although it was tight and slightly uncomfortable. He pulled on his slacks and button up shirt and finished getting dressed.
He stood in front of the mirror trying to see if you could notice the thong through his slacks.
"Nice ass," Jan said leaning against the door jam. "And you ass looks great with those cheeks up against those slacks."
"Can you tell," has asked.
"I like it and that's all that matters,"
He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. He could tell that she was a bit tipsy, by now she had surely finished the bottle that he saw sitting in the living room.
"Maybe I'll get lucky," he whispered in his ear. "Is Mistress Jan coming by tonight?"
She pushed him away. "One day you are going to get what you asking for and your not going to like it much."
"Try me," he laughed as he patted her ass on the way out the door.
The meal was good. The conversation was dull. There weren't any kids to monopolize their attention. It had been so long since they were alone, and not just for a few hours, but an entire summer.
As they drove home Jan finally spoke," Do you like how they feel?"
"How what feels?" he asked.
"The thong."
He had forgotten. "Actually, they feel ok. I haven't fallen out of the sides yet," he laughed. "I'm not flopping around, and the silky strip up my ass actually feels good as it rubs up and down."
Jan's inhibitions were going thanks to the second bottle of wine she had at the restaurant.
"Do you think you can do it?" she asked.
