I sit on the couch sipping red wine. I go back through the text strings, again and again, trying to see if there are any more hints, anything else that is going to tell me whether I’m about to get an opportunity I’ve been hoping for, or if I’m going to get a very platonic present and at best a hug. I put the phone down. I’ve reread today’s texts at least a dozen times. Nothing is certain one way or the other, and that isn’t going to change by obsessing anymore. Besides, whatever is about to happen at worst is a friendly exchange. No need to ruin it by stressing over it.
But then I hear the phone buzz with a text and lunge for it, almost spilling my wine. So much for not being too eager.
But there’s no text.
Now I hear the buzzing again. It isn’t my phone, it must be the tablet. I pick it up and see it’s his. I don’t try to snoop but the notification staring at me says too much already.
Can’t wait to see you at the “gym” tonight - XOXO.
That fucking asshole is cheating on me?! That’s why he hasn’t been interested in me?! I should have known with all the time at the gym now after never going when I was trying to encourage him to come with me. All this new found love of fitness, it was just sneaking out for some pussy. I down the rest of my glass of wine and open his messenger to see what else this bitch has sent him.
Fucking selfies… first in skin-tight gym clothes, then lingerie, then nothing. A picture of her legs spread, finger slid inside her slit. Wish you were here. That fucking slut. She’s a skinny little bitch, a toothpick. I can’t imagine what she would ever do in a gym (or bed for that matter) because it looks like anything past walking would break her.
All this time, that dick has been telling me that he likes my body type, the strong toned body shaped with time in the gym, a firm round butt. And this is what he fucking does? Any guilt I might have been harboring about my desires to take you when you show up quickly evaporates. It’s probably not fair to you or the fantasies I’ve had about you that I’m going to be thinking about revenge the first time I fuck you, but there’s no getting around that now.
I look at what I’m wearing, some nice office attire. Not frumpy, but nothing meant to seduce either. I decide that before you arrive I’m going to make some changes. I look in the mirror and toss my hair a bit. Then some more buttons are definitely getting undone. I pop buttons open down the billowy blouse until it’s hard for me to hide the lacy red bra underneath. I’m hoping that gets you very curious to know whether the thong matches it.
I turn to the side and realize I want to turn it up a little more. I look at my legs and ass and know exactly what I want. I go to my closet and look for a bit. It’s been a while so it takes me a moment to put my hands on them. The Louboutins. I used to love feeling sexy in these for my husband on special date nights. Now, I’m hoping for the same thing, but at his expense instead.