My husband left for his business trip this morning. Three days, two nights. The house is empty, the bed is huge, and I have been thinking about you since the moment his car pulled out of the driveway.
Being a housewife is not what people think it is. Yes, I keep a beautiful home. Yes, dinner is always on the table at six. But when that front door closes and I am alone, I am a completely different woman. I am the woman I was before the ring, before the mortgage, before the minivan. And she is absolutely starving.
I spent the morning doing absolutely nothing productive, and it was glorious. I took a long bath with the good bubbles. I put on the lingerie I bought last month and never had a reason to wear, black lace with the garters. I stood in front of the full length mirror and remembered what it feels like to be wanted. Then I picked up the phone, because remembering is not enough anymore. I need the real thing, or as close as I can get.
I want to tell you everything I am doing right now, in detail, while you listen. I want to hear your voice get low and rough on the other end. I want to know that somewhere out there, you are thinking about me the way I am thinking about you. A bored housewife with an empty house and a very full imagination is a dangerous and delicious thing.
Maybe I will tell you about the neighbor I have been fantasizing about, the one who mows his lawn shirtless every Saturday morning while I watch from the kitchen window with my coffee. Maybe I will tell you what I really do when my husband calls to check in from his hotel room, and how I have to bite my lip to keep my voice steady. Maybe I will tell you what I really do when my husband calls to check in from his hotel. Or maybe I will just let you tell me what to do, because being told what to do is exactly what this neglected housewife needs right now.
Three days is a long time to be alone with my thoughts. I plan to fill every minute of it. If you have a thing for married women with secrets, I am your dream come true. The house is quiet and I am anything but. Call the dispatcher and ask for Courtney. Let us make these three days completely unforgettable.
Home alone,
Courtney