It was an overcast Thursday evening at the end of September, Sarah was preparing herself for date night with her husband John. "Why do we have to have date night on Thursday?" Sarah asked indignantly.
"I have told you before, until my shifts change at work we just have to make do with Thursday's." John knew exactly why Sarah wanted to go out over the weekend, not because she didn't have to work the following day but the fact it was much busier. Sarah had always enjoyed dressing up and getting attention from guys from the various pubs and restaurants they frequented.
John reclined in the chair in the corner of the bedroom ready, just waiting for his wife to dress and perfect her make up before they could head out for the evening. Sarah always liked to use this time to build up the sexual tension, teasing John with her body but always denied that was her intention.
"Are you planning on being much longer?" groaned John.
"I have told you before, perfection takes time." Sarah who was just wrapped in a mauve bath towel dropped it to the floor in a heap, knowing exactly what she was doing.
John had gone rather quiet at this point as he just watched her get ready. Sarah always made it a priority to look after her body and it showed, she was slim with beautiful long brown hair that flowed down to her lower back. For such a slim woman she had impressively large breasts and without doubt it's what got her all the attention she loved so much.
John watched on as she pawed through her underwear drawer and pulled out a thin black lace thong. It wasn't until Sarah had pulled it up her long legs and turned round to face him he realised they were crotchless. This was shortly followed by a tight black skirt that as she slowly pulled it up her legs not only became tighter but shorter as she pulled it up just short of exposing her crotchless thong.
John's mind had already moved on from date night to the return home, where he would have the pleasure of exploring this underwear he had not seen before. His focus was soon drawn to the drawer containing all of Sarah's bras. She would carefully pick one out and hold it up and sometimes gaze at herself in the mirror whilst holding it up against her naked breasts. One by one they were held up and put carefully down in a pile, John watching on wondering which one she would settle on. After several more minutes she picked up the small heap of underwear and returned it carefully to her drawer and slid it closed.
Sarah glanced over at John knowing he was enjoying the display but also wondering what he would make of her next move and whether he would think it was a step too far. Wearing only her tight black skirt and her lacy thong that was occasionally visible as she moved around, Sarah headed over to the wardrobe. She opened the door and pulled out a thin white blouse and slid her arms into it. She buttoned it up at the front as far as she could but like the skirt was rather tight and she failed to get it buttoned higher than her nipples.
She glanced at John to gauge his reaction, but could tell he was not only fixated by how little her blouse covered but what it did cover was very obvious to anyone who had the fortune to see it.