The morning after my swing shift, I showed hubby the dress and shoes, Enrico the pushy engineer brought for me. He wanted to know what they cost but I told him not to worry they were a special deal. I put them on and with the scent of Shalimar and paraded before him. He lifted the short dress hem and took me, shoes still on.
Afterwards I carefully hung the dress in the closet and put the shoes underneath, happy with hubby’s approval of my new outfit. I postponed our family Sunday BBQ and went to the Mall fountain half an hour early to meet Enrico as agreed. I went to the second level of a woman's store and found a spot to observe the fountain. I dawdled among the racks and peeked out now and then until he showed up, 10 minutes early. He eagerly scanned the shopping throngs and looked skeptical as he glanced about as if he might be making a fool of himself. I enjoyed spying on him.
When he looked the other way I left the store, waited a few minutes then strolled back 5 minutes late and smiled recognition when he spotted me. He was pleased to see me in the blue mini dress and shoes he bought.
I led him to the bistro where I first had tea with Edward when I initially became a wayward wife. He ordered coffee and me tea in its little silver kettle. He loaded sugar and cream in his cup as he informed me in detail he didn't drink tea. I told him he needed to expand his taste and coffee like whiskey is best neat.
To keep his attention, I kept tugging my short dress hem down with my left hand which wore my wedding ring, tapped the heel of a shoe on the tile floor and swayed close to him when refilling my cup so he could smell his Shalimar perfume. By his glances I could tell the invasion of another man's territory excited him. It all kept him focused while he pretended to be aloof. His pretense failed. My guppy was excited.
He was also nervous, nervous of being seen with me in public with my mini dress. Married, he had his own domestic turf issues and glanced about now and then to see if we were being observed by the esplanade shoppers. I suspected he had been caught before by his wife. Once my tea was finished I swung toward him getting off the stool, gave him a short skirt flash and informed him.
"I need to get a few small things before we go on a date."
"I am not buying jewelry."
"Of course not, I'm married and don't want your jewelry. You’re not important enough."
He flushed but didn’t reply, his relief on his no jewelry agenda overcame his desire to snap back. I led him into the Emporium Department Store at one end of the Mall. My skirt and heels attracted the attention of others. He kept a nervous distance and acted as if he might walk away but followed.
We rode the escalator to the second floor. He kept one step below me while he glanced about trying to figure my agenda and what he might get stuck buying. He also glanced furtively at my legs. He loosened up when I entered the lingerie section.
I went to the bras and flipped through the racks while he stood back smiling around as if he wasn't really with me. I went to him and told him.
"Do you see anything you want me to wear? My size is 34-B".
A sales lady came but I shooed her away. He was wandering toward sleep ware to escape when I called him back to examine a bra. It was an expensive one of satin and lace. I held it up for his observation. He nodded acquiesce and I moved to the panties and held different pairs in front for him to choose from. He selected a nylon bikini with lace. He was sheepish when given them to carry. He was thinking what next? I knew what. I picked up a garter belt and sheer nylons and announced.
"I’m done. I got what I need for our date, let's go."
I steered him to the cashier to pay. He pulled out his credit card, thought better and paid with cash. On the escalator ride down, carrying the bag, he asked.
"I’m going to see you wear these?"
Instead, not responding, I motioned him to follow to the Mall parking lot. Out of the Mall he walked closer. I walked briskly to my car, now a 914 Porsche, not a real Porsche but one at least with the logo.
He knew it was mine having seen me drive it at work. Its bucket seats rode low to the ground. I pulled open the door and sat down with my legs outside, the mini skirt pulled up high on my thighs. I let him leer as I took the package then swung my legs in, shut the door and rolled down the window.
He put his right hand on the door as if to restrain the car from escaping and asked again.
“Am I going to see you wear them?”
"Tonight at 8, I’ll meet you at the San Jose Airport Holiday Inn lounge. Get a room. If you behave, I’ll model for you."
"Are you going to model wearing what's in the bag?"
"Why do you think I selected them. Do they look like they’re for a half date?"
I started the car, sped off shifting gears and looked back in the rear-view mirror. He stood staring at my receding car. I smiled to my mirror. My guppy would come fluttering his tail.
At home by noon, I changed clothes, stashed my new acquisitions, hung the dress in the bathroom to air out and Hubby and I took the kids to our parents for our weekly BBQ. As we drove over, I thought how hubby no longer brought the subject of swinging up but suspected he still wanted to do it. Instead he hid in pornography, he was swinging with video tapes.
Back from the BBQ by 6 PM, the kids in the den watching TV I dropped my canard bomb. I told hubby I got a call earlier and had to rush to a work meeting to learn how to operate a new alignment machine. I didn’t ask if it was okay but simply said I had to go. Initially I was going to use the standard shopping ruse but decided the risk of his insisting on coming along with the kids was too great.
He was inquisitive but I explained work ran 24/7, Sunday evenings were one of the few times things slowed, the meeting was only a couple hours, and the engineer could only meet us alignment girls tonight. I’d be home at 10, away for only a couple of hours but didn’t want to say a specific time which might ensnare me later. It was best to stick to a couple hours as if grocery shopping.
He stayed in the bedroom while I got ready and was shocked when I came out of the bathroom wearing the garter belt and nylons, attire I’d never wore before. He noticed the new bra and panties too. Before he inquired about them I said.
“Do you like my new undies I got for you? Don’t get too turned on until I get back.”
While putting on makeup, he grilled me who the engineer was. Figuring it best to lie with partial truth and knowing a first name is near impossible to trace, I answered.
"Some nerd named Enrico, Mr. Enrico as he insists. A bald Italian guy, pushy too, but I don’t know much about him. I’ll tell you more when I get back."
He attempted an advance as I got up from my makeup desk but I told him.
“Wait, wait, I’m already late. The meeting will be over in a couple of hours.”
I slipped into the dress and heels and asked him to zip up the back. After zipping me up he pressed my buttocks to him and attempted to lift the dress hem. I pushed him away and said again I was late and told he could have it when I got back, went to the den and kissed the kids. They liked the smell of Shalimar.
Standing before the empty space where once there was a fish tank I thought of my new male guppy while putting on lip stick using my purse mirror. I also kept one eye on hubby flashing his tail. I pouted my red lips, rubbed them together to even out the color, let guppy hubby, cheek peck kiss and left at 7:30.
Out of the driveway and around the corner, I remembered my high school Desoto, its turning the corner away from home, the rush of freedom felt. After a year, young once more, Vixen in control, life was exciting again.
It was a half hour drive to the San Jose Airport, Holiday Inn. Back then it was a 4-story structure, subsequently demolished and rebuilt as a mid hi-rise. I’d discovered its potential for romantic rendezvouses accidently in the year after Edward left.
Needing to use a restroom when driving nearby, it seemed a better option than an untidy service station. Its entrance driveway led to an enclosed parking lot, screened from street view by the surrounding hotel, restaurant and lounge. Parked my car was concealed from street traffic. On busy North 1st Street, near the airport and the confluence of the Bayshore and Nimitz freeways, it provided convenient and anonymous access.
Subconsciously on the outlook for tryst spots after Edward, I recognized its potential. If seen by someone known, entering or exiting the driveway, the need to use its restroom provided a plausible alibi. Friends and neighbors typically used San Francisco Airport, not San Jose’s. The only exposure risks were being recognized on the elevator or walking a corridor to a room. The odds against that were excellent. An alibi was unlikely ever to be needed unless I ran into someone who also needed one in which case we would both pretend not to see one another. The hotel was perfect for meeting Enrico.
My observation of its affair potential while using its lobby restroom reflected suppressed libidinousness. My subconscious knew what I didn’t. I missed the excitement of illicit subterfuge sex.
I stopped a couple blocks distant to time my arrival 5 minutes late. Just after 8, I pulled in, parked near the entrance, swung my legs out of the car door together, walked into the front lobby and to the lounge.
He sat in a secluded booth which could observe those coming and going. I sat opposite him, smiled but said nothing, not even hi. He was happy I wore his dress and shoes. His first comment was.
"What else that I bought you are you wearing?"
Stone faced, I replied.
"You didn’t buy me anything, there’re gifts."
Instead of retorting, he peeked under the table, put his hand on my knee and tried to stroke the nylon. I pushed his hand away.
"A gentleman waits until served."
Rising back up to face me, he asked.
"Do you think I'm a gentleman?"
"No, I think you’re crude. You need polish."
The waitress came. I ordered a glass of white wine and he a beer which he drank out of the bottle. He stared at me intently, obviously aroused, a guppy flashing his tail colors as he asked.
"Why do you think I'm crude?"
"You drink your beer out of the bottle with a glass sitting in front of you. If you had polish you’d take your time to pour it in the glass, enjoy watching it foam up and smell the beer as part of its taste when you drink. You need to develop class."
"What about you? I want to see your class."
We bantered until my wine was nearly gone. He was getting ready to make his move but I took the last sip, looked at him through the raised empty glass, glanced at my watch, got up and said.
It was 8:30. Before he could ask time for what, I walked swiftly to the lobby, not indicating if I was staying or leaving, He was left delayed paying the bill. In the center of the lobby I stopped, stood between the elevators and the exit, turned and looked back at him. He fumbled in his wallet, paid cash, left without waiting for change and walked quickly towards me, perplexed, not knowing if to get angry over my quick departure or smile at my hurry to model.
When he caught up, I strode to the elevators, pushed the up button and the door of one opened immediately, as if to say, no more delays. I entered.
He rushed in behind, pushed 3 and we stared at each other as the car rose to the 3rd floor. My perfume and his after-shave comingled as it rose. He looked at my hand with wedding ring as the door beeped opened. I wore a bracelet with little bells. I let him hold my hand as he led me down the corridor.
Silent except for the tinkle of the bracelet’s bells, he stopped at room 314, took out his key, opened the door, and looked at me, unsure I would cross the threshold. Vixen meowed he needn't worry. I boldly stepped in.
In the room, a dozen red roses sat on a table with a bottle of Champagne. Next to them was a card.
My guppy wanted a class act. I surveyed the room without hesitation unlike entering Edward's apartment on our first night together. The curtains were drawn. Satisfied everything was suitable I bent over to admire the roses. The rear of my dress hem rose as I bent down. He got the first glimpse of my class act.
Ignoring the champagne and card, I waltzed to the bed, pulled all the covers off, led him by the hand and sat him on its edge. With the lights on I undressed him, shirt, shoes and pants, hanging the shirt on a chair, folding the pants and putting them on the seat and placing the shoes underneath.
I moved deliberately to be back home by 10 this time. He tried to reach over and pull me closer. I pushed him away and told him if he didn’t behave he wouldn’t see me model. I had him undress. Removal of his T shirt revealed a hairy chest to offset his baldness. He was muscular trim but the beginning of a beer belly was evident.
He reached for me but I pulled back and told him.
“Sit still and wait. If you are a good doggy your bone will get its treat.”
“When are you going to undress and model?”
I looked directly at him..
“I want to make sure you are paying attention before I model. Are you ready to see me model? “
Stepping out of the dress splayed on the carpet, I bent over, picked it up and draped it over the other chair in the room, my heels clicked on the tile floor.
With a large towel dampened in warm water, I approached the bed with foot cross steps to undulate hips. I hushed any comment from him with an index finger to my lips. It was time for action, not banter.
“Sit up straight on the bed's edge. Good, spread your legs and knees but keep you heels on the floor. Good, now with your feet flat on the floor, lay back, stare at the ceiling and spread your arms up on the bed. Good boy. Don’t move.
I revealed what Edward taught me about male anatomy.
When he tried to sit up, I pinched his stomach hard with my nails. After a bit he relaxed, obeyed and let me be in control, a new experience for him.
He wasn't thinking about the price of perfume, dress, shoes or lingerie now.
"Okay cowboy I am ready to ride. We’re going to see how this bronco bucks and when broken, in how it gallops."
.I whispered to stay still, be a good horsey and follow directions but couldn't resist patting his bald head.
“The chute gate’s open! Let’s see what you can do! Let’s see if you can buck the cow girl off the saddle!”
He bucked uncontrollable as if a real bronco. I hugged his neck to avoid falling off. I wished I had a crop. Soon his spastic bucks broke to a galloping rhythm as he exclaimed, "No way!"
“Whoa! Whoa! Cowboy whoa!"
In a frenzy, we finished.
Spent, I asked.
“Are you an Italian lover?”
“Yes, yes, how do you like Italian?”
“You got a big member but a cold heart, you’re not real Italian."
“No, no, I’m Italian; my heart’s Italian.”
“Your member's big but your heart’s ice cold. You’re like Spumoni ice cream. You’re Mr. Supini.”
He loved the tag and thereafter he was Mr. Supini. We'd been in the room almost an hour. I got up, gathered my clothes, went to the bathroom and dressed. I twisted open the vales of shampoo and conditioner and tore open the soap bars so they passed the "maid can take home" requirement.
While I applied lipstick, he asked if I was satisfied as if he was a great lover and I should be grateful.
I turned from the mirror and asked instead.
"Was it a half date?"
"It was a 10, no?"
"When Cobra saw a dozen roses she thought it could be a 12".
Satisfied with my makeup I picked up my purse walked toward the door but stopped in front of the table. I left the Champagne untouched but took two roses from the vase and the card which I read in the elevator and threw away in the lobby. It was trite, saying how much he wanted to meet me. He’d met me. Now he wasn’t going to forget me.
In the car, it was 9:45, I’d still be a little late. I arrived home just after 10 and hid and the roses under the car seat. Hubby didn’t ask about the time only how the meeting went. I told him the engineer just wanted to brag about a new eight RAM mega chip and I’d left in a hurry.
He was aroused and wanted to have me I said he could have it in the morning. He tossed and turned all night and bright and early spooned next to me. I turned to him, he had it and I went back to sleep, pleased with my successful mission.
I threw the nylons and garter belt away. They were too complicated. Afterwards Enrico and hubby pestered me to wear them again. I told them I would get a set for them to make love to. I rarely wore the dress and shoes Enrico bought and only when meeting him. The heels were too unsteady and the dress too short.
Author Notes: Out of control a wife plans to have an affair while taming a pushy engineer to act the way she wants.