His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.As soon as he walked through the door at home, ...his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on.Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic. .................................................... He got on his knees before entering the room so she wouldn't have to chastise him for it. He crawled in like a, you know, a piggy, with his head down. He heard her giggle as he entered, and at the sound of her giggle, his stomach dropped again. He finally looked up at her and saw her sitting on her bed, split legged, wearing only a t-shirt and pink panties. He stopped in his tracks, causing her to sit up straight and point to the. She made it a point to show some cleavage as well. She caught me looking but she smiled and asked if we should get a table. We caught up, chatted, drank for a few hours and I could tell that she was beginning to get a bit horny. She started to openly talk about some of our phone sex conversations and her disappointment in me in not trying molly with her. I told her that I would make it up to her in another way. We then decided it was time to go and she asked if I wanted to come over and see if. Now I was fucking pissed. I made the immediate decision to show up at that party, because fuck him. I still had some of my old party clothes in the closet. I don’t know why it even crossed my thought process, but I also selected a scandalous pair of panties. They were lace, sheer, crotchless, and made my shapely ass look irresistible. We lived almost on campus, so it was within walking distance. I got dressed and headed towards the frat house.“Mrs. Phillips! I thought you weren’t coming,”.