Quadraphonic Vixen

Rita James was a vixen
dressed in khaki slacks
and a cotton neckline that
snuggled up to her chin,
but only at the office.

She'd been kept at home
for an eternity,
or so it seemed
to her.
She kept her nails tidy
and her posture aligned,
but when the children
were away, it was Rita's
time to play.

Friday nights were hers.
High heels and push up bras
with hips that caught all
of the men off guard,
and some of the ladies too.

Rita James had legs,
and she knew just how
to use them.

Once, while sipping a
fruity Long Island tea
she slinked a leg over
to her best friend's husband
who had sat unknowingly
next to her at the bar.

He never strayed far,
except to the back seat
of Rita's car where he
was immediately deflowered
in ways that
would have made
a sailor blush.
"Hush hush" she smiled,
and he willingly obliged.