Table #1
DISCLAIMER: I do not now, nor have I ever held any form of ownership over any of said characters. They all have rightful owners, none of which are me. I just choose to twist them for my own wicked delight. Thanks J. E.
Today was amazing. I got the day off of work and was able to spend a little time shopping and sprucing. I normally did not mess with such things, but Dickie and I both had the night off and I wanted to make it special. We had not done anything in a while I was starting to believe the rumors about married people. Dickie was being distant lately and working late hours and none of that had helped my marriage delusions. Well, today I was going to change that. We may be married, but this girl still has her needs.
Stepping into a local store, I gaped. I work for lingerie store, so I knew what it was and had plenty of it, but this was suppose to be a dress shop. How could I wear any undergarments with any of this stuff… then again, maybe that was the point. Pulling down a dark blue number, I held it against myself and blushed. This would barely cover me. Grinning, I headed to the dressing room. The idea was for it to be ripped off of me anyway, right?
The fabric felt as if it was silk as it slid over my skin and I situated it the best I could. A low V cut showed off my chest rather well and even made the girls look bigger if that was possible. The back plunged down and held a swoop of fabric at the base of my back and had a little more than a hand's width pass my ass. The way it moved against me while I moved sent shivers down my spine and the dress was sold. I quickly dressed and ran to find a matching pair of shoes.
I found them at my second attempt a few stores down. A matching blue set of FMP's called out to me as I passed them. They had a four and a half inch spike with a few straps to hold them on. They were perfect. Now all that was needed was to tame the curls a bit and I would be good to go. Mr. Alexander here I come!
An hour later, I was slinking my way to my Miata, turning every head I happened to pass. I was feeling amazing and hot. I slipped into my little toy car, sped out of the parking lot, and was on my way home to my beautiful husband. We hadn't even been married a year, but still, I was happy and could not wait to surprise him. I might even attempt cooking dinner tonight… eh… better order in instead.
Pulling into the drive, I throw my baby into park and glided up the drive way to my new home. Dickie Orr is a strange man but I love him. I was first attracted to him because of his flashy car, but now we're married and things could not be going better, well they could if this girl was getting somewhere in the bedroom category, but that was fixing to change. I was going to change that.
"Dickie?" I called as I entered the front door. "I'm home, and I have a surprise for you baby." I dropped my keys on a table my mother had given to us as a wedding present. We placed it by the front door so she could see it as soon as she walked through the door and we did not have to bother with it as we could not see it from anywhere else in the house. It worked out great. "Dickie?"
Maybe he was taking a shower; perhaps I should call in some food before he gets down here. Letting the grin take control of my face, I raced to the kitchen for the phone. I froze as I came into the dining room. There, on my dining room table, was my husband who happened to be on Joyce Barnhardt playing hide the salami. They were having sex on MY dining room table… "WHAT THE HELL?" I started throwing things, yelling, and screaming just how my mother had told me never to do; it was not lady like, but I could not help myself. Joyce started screaming and took off running while Dickie stupidly tried to calm me down.
No sooner had the ink dried on my marriage certificate, and then I was filing for divorce. Damn men.