The Housewife Fantasies
(A collection of four short stories)
Published by Dee Phillips at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Dee Phillips
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Whipped Cream Dreams
(#1 of The Housewife Fantasies)
Marlene was a housewife, one of those domesticated beings that are truly ordinary. She did nothing that was outstanding. She didn’t write great novels secretly at her computer in the basement. She didn’t create fantastic works of art under an assumed name. She wasn’t a musical genius. In fact, she didn’t even work outside the home, helping others in foreign countries, or serving the public in even a menial job. Marlene even looked ordinary. Oh, her figure was fine enough, with curves where they should be and not an ounce of fat on her body. But her face was ordinary, not even pretty really. Her hair was plain brown, though she kept it clean and shining. Her eyes were a non-descript brown, but they did have little flecks of gold in them that reflected brightly in certain lights. Her face was oval and her skin was clear. But that was about all that could be said of it. It was just a face that you would see in any crowded place, one that no-one would give a second look at. The trouble was, Marlene didn’t want to be ordinary. All day long she did her ordinary chores, cleaning and dusting, vacuuming and cooking. She polished silver, she made beds, she cleaned the bathrooms, she swept the floors and wiped down the dingy walls. In the fall she raked the leaves and in winter she shoveled snow. It was all so boring. Wasn’t there anything worth living for in life? Of course, when she was first married, she loved her husband…and still loved him to this day, if truth be told. They had a great sex life and her sexual appetites were well satisfied, on a weekly basis. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was every day, day-to-day living. Marlene was not satisfied with life in general. The only thing she had were her fantasies.
Marlene was standing at her kitchen sink, what seemed like a mountain of dishes waiting to be washed before her. She had just made about a dozen chocolate cream pies that were to be sold at a bake sale her church was having on the weekend. Her hands were deep in hot soapy water, a sponge in them washing a wooden spoon. Out of the window in front of the sink, Marlene saw the blue, blue sky with its fluffy white clouds dancing across it. The clouds were the fat, puffy kind that reminded her of the whipped cream she had just spread all over her pies. Marlene froze in the midst of washing the spoon. She had just seen her neighbor, Tom Gillespie, coming out of his front door. She wondered what he was doing home in the mid-afternoon. It wasn’t his normal schedule. Usually, he went to work by nine and didn’t return home until after seven. He was a hard worker, she knew, and a good provider for his sweet little family. The Gillespie’s three children would all be in school now, but Tom’s wife was probably at home. Yes, in fact Marlene just saw her hand waving to her husband as he got into his car. Carla was half hidden by the door, but Marlene could see enough to show that Carla was only dressed in a silk housecoat that was falling off of one shoulder. She smiled a contented smile at her husband as he drove away.
Marlene had always had a thing for Tom. He was her ideal of a man, so dark and handsome. He was tall, almost six foot three, she guessed. And he kept his body lean and healthy, with muscles that bulged out of his shirt-sleeves in the summer. His waist was especially trim which accentuated his muscular chest. His face, though, was what she truly admired. He had dark eyes that reminded her of a movie star’s. They were what women called ‘dreamy eyes’. One look from Tom and Marlene was always at a loss for words. He had a fine, Roman style nose and full lips inside of a square, powerful jaw. He looked every bit of a macho man, masculinity exuding from every pore. Marlene always wondered what it would be like to be kissed by those wonderful lips.
Marlene was in love with her husband, but she didn’t see anything wrong with having harmless fantasies. It wasn’t as if she was hurting anyone. No-one had to know what went on in her secret thoughts. She never let her husband know what she was thinking. If he ever found out, he would be so hurt, and she never wanted that to happen. But she didn’t feel she had to ‘live’ in her ordinary world all the time. Her thoughts were her own, and if they strayed a bit from the norm, what harm did it do?
Today her thoughts went out to what had probably gone on in the Gillespie household. It seemed to her that Tom had come home for an afternoon fling, or as the song suggested, an “Afternoon Delight”. Her mind conjured up what may have happened.
Tom had come home on some errand, probably to retrieve an important document that he had forgotten at home. It was probably some innocent excuse that had brought about the afternoon’s events. And then Carla had been there all alone in the house, waiting. She may have been bending over scrubbing the kitchen floor when Tom entered. Just the sight of her sightly bottom wiggling back and forth in front of him had set his juices flowing. Then one thing led to another, and there you had it. An afternoon of bliss like no other.
Marlene was envious. That type of thing never happened to her. Her husband, Mark, never came home from work in the afternoon. He just didn’t have the type of job (he was a bus driver) that would allow for that sort of thing. But Marlene did wish…
Marlene pictured what could happen if her husband ever did come home unexpectedly. She would be ready. She wouldn’t be dressed in her dowdy old blue jeans and cotton frumpy shirt that she usually wore to do her housework in. She would have her sexiest lingerie on, the ones she bought at the fancy stores—the lacy, hot pick push-up bra and the black, hardly-there see-through thong. Mark didn’t even know she had them. She was waiting for the right time to spring them on him. She was hoping he would understand—that she wasn’t over-stepping her boundaries as a ‘decent woman.’ Mark was a bit formal, but she thought he might have a bit of a wild side to him, if she ever got up enough nerve to test him for it. Donned in her sexy lingerie, all covered by a silky kimono, Marlene would answer his call to her saying he was home huskily, inviting him into the kitchen. Then she would make things happen.
Marlene’s fantasies went into overdrive. Marlene had been expecting her fantasy to be of her husband, but Mark was no longer Mark. He turned into Tom, her dark, dreamy ideal of a man. Tom knocked on her door and through the window pane saw Marlene there in the kitchen, looking ever so sexy. He had come for her, he said. He was hoping to find her alone. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. Tom opened the door and strode over and took her in his arms, pushing her back against the kitchen counter, his body pressed close to hers. With one arm he pinned her arms behind her back. His other hand stroked her hair back out of her eyes and tucked the stray strands behind her ear. His fingers lightly traced her cheek, causing her nerve ends to crackle. She gasped at his touch. His face lowered towards hers. She could feel his hot sweet breath. She opened her mouth to protest, but he caught her with her lips open, his full lips covering hers. Marlene couldn’t help herself. She moaned into his mouth as their lips moved together. His tongue found hers and he suckled it. Tom feather-touch hand drifted down to her neck. Her skin felt as if it was on fire. She twitched at his touch.