Caught

She began to twirl, enjoying the sight of the cropped skirt flaring around her like a tutu, revealing the white cotton panties she’d chosen to complete the schoolgirl look. She froze, stumbling midtwirl as she saw a thin, white man in a cheap business suit standing in the doorway of her dressing room, cellphone in hand, clearly taking pictures of her. After a shriek and a stumble, she recognized him as Alex, her husband’s ‘associate’ (a fancy way of referring to a secretary, but Alex was persnickety).

If it had been someone else, someone who didn’t know her husband, then she’d have complimented them on their taste in voyeurism targets and pulled them down onto the bed she shared with her husband, to see if she could exorcise the memory of him sweating over her like a mound of blubber, until he finally filled the condom she always made him wear with his seed. But, she really didn’t want to be poor, which meant keeping hubby in the dark about her extra-curricular activities.

“How dare you!” she snapped striding over to Alex and slapping him across the face, hard. “I decide to give my beloved husband a little present and you spy on me, you pervert, I outta have you fired!”

The secretary staggered backwards, dropping his phone, which Jenny stomped on angrily.

She raised her hand to strike him again and he…