First stop was Starbucks, for coffee and some time to think. I decided that Career Slut Melissa should wear glasses. Problem is, I don’t… I also needed some new cheap costume jewelry. I hit up Party City first, thinking they would have something in the Sexy Librarian category. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
What kind of costume shop doesn’t sell fake librarian glasses?
Some google searching suggested Claire’s in the mall. If you’ve never been to Claire’s, it’s a saccharine sweet teen shop full of utterly cheap jewelry, purses, hair accessories, etc. Sure enough, a whole shelf of “Fashion Glasses”. Do people really wear fake glasses for anything other than a costume? I’m pretty sure if I saw a girl wearing these seriously, I’d laugh her out of the building.
Ok, not really, I’d probably chuckle to myself then passive-aggressively tweet about it later.
There was a row of black librarian-ish glasses, but with bright ridiculous accents. They would have to do. I was tempted to get the pair with the attached fake metal mustache (really?), but I wanted to keep it kinda serious, and I think it would have ruined the mood.
Next was jewelry. Like I said, it’s all cheap stuff, and way overpriced most of the time. I scanned and saw fake pearls… pearl necklace? Oh yeah. The implication is obvious. Picked up the matching earrings, spent a total of $20 for it all.
The whole time, I was very aware of the lingerie under my clothes, building the anticipation even further. It was strappy crotchless underwear and a tight little black see-through dress thing. I wouldn’t entirely call it a dress, as it didn’t totally cover my ass… but I think several times it peeked out from under my big baggy shirt, haha.
As I was leaving the mall, the timing was just about perfect. 7:30pm. I texted him, a little reminder…
Melissa: “I’m leaving the office in a few minutes. I’ll be there around 8.”
I should have spiced this up a little more. He did it for me.
Him: “Putting my kids to bed as we speak. Then it’s all adult time. I need some whiskey and a good fuck. I’ve got the first, you’re going to give me the second.”
Melissa: “Absolutely. Enjoy your drink.”
Now I was left with a dilemma. I’m a terribly paranoid person. There was no way I could walk into a gas station or store, disappear into the bathroom, and come out with a trench coat and holding the clothes I was previously wearing! I would die. There is a park semi-near our house, so I sped there, hoping no one was around. There was a couple there, about to go jogging, so I did my makeup while agonizingly waiting on them to disappear. Shit, I forgot my bright red lipstick! Light red gloss would have to do.
Hair up in a bun, fake glasses on, makeup done, pearl jewelry on, I was looking good. I quickly (and clumsily) took off my outer clothes and donned the trench coat and sparkly shoes I brought with me. As I was driving away, a police car pulled in. Perfect timing… not sure how I would explain that.
As I pulled up, I sat for a minute to pull myself together. I didn’t want to clam up upon entry, as I’m wont to do. Breathe in, breathe out.
I walked quickly to the door, feeling totally exposed, feeling the air hitting my legs. I quietly knocked on the door, knowing that the kids were asleep. No answer. Sheepishly knock again. Still nothing. Knock a little louder… he finally opened the door, took a look around to see if the neighbors are around (nice touch ), and let me walk in. Then he was on me before I had a chance to take off my coat and shoes. Meat stare, smirk on his face, hands everywhere.
We did eventually get clothes off. He made me do a couple of things we’ve never done before, things that I would be too self conscious to do otherwise, but he was so forceful in his commands, I couldn’t help but do them. And I was in a different mindset. He made a few comments like “I bet your husband doesn’t do this” (hey, it was true! It was new stuff), I giggled and laughed and smiled as he went to work. He didn’t really let me get a word in edgewise, he was in complete control.
Several positions and some fogged glasses later, we lay in bed, breathing heavily. He stood up, threw me a towel, then disappeared into the bathroom, didn’t say anything. I smirked and threw my panties on his pillow, evil bitch! I quickly cleaned up, then covered myself and walked to the front door without a word.
As I was in the car getting re-dressed, he texted “Better hurry up and get home, or we won’t have any time to watch Game of Thrones”. Hah! And I went inside and pretended that nothing happened.
When we got ready for bed, I walked in and remarked “You’re terrible at this. There are panties on your pillow, and you left the lube on my side of the bed.” We had a good laugh, then cuddled and fell asleep.