“Come play!” she beckoned. Image: Lucas Tozzi
He told his wife he’d come straight home after work. Then SHE called, purring with the promise of satisfaction and a much needed release. He quietly slithered out of the office and drove the ten minutes it takes to get to her door.
Guilt stepped in on cue as he pulled into the usual spot and turned the key to the engine. “Maybe I should go home,” he thought. “Maybe I should pick-up something nice for dinner and just go home…”
But he was already there. He was already half in. He stood up from the car, peering out towards her beauty. The high summer sun made him squint like an old man without his glasses. In his hurry to see her, he had left his shades idling on the corner of his desk. The new shades his wife had bought him as a birthday gift.
His mistress waved excitedly at the sight of him. “Come play!” she beckoned.
He was hopelessly charmed by her spontaneous and childish nature. After all these years, he never knew what to expect. And that’s what kept him coming back for more. He wasn’t shy to unbutton his dress shirt and slip in.
“How long do I have you for?” she wondered.
“About an hour,” he answered.
“Well, let’s go!” she drew him forward and then pushed him down.
His wife was out walking the dog when he got home. He made a dash for the shower, soaped off her scent, and threw on a fresh t-shirt. But that flicker in his eyes was still there, giving him away, just as it always did.
