Camille sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her left leg. Tonight, she was going to take her time.
As soon as she had got home from work she had dashed upstairs and run a hot bath, adding her favourite bath oils. After relaxing in the scented water, Camille had emerged glistening from the water to moisturise her toned body.
And now, here she was, sat on the edge of the bed with a glass of chilled white wine on the bedside table, ready to get dressed for the night.
First, she pulled on her suspender belt. She liked the look it gave her: curvy and glamorous. It was a 1950s-style black satin belt which nipped in her waist and grazed the top of her thighs. Then, she removed her new stockings from their packaging. These, she was particularly excited about as they were fine and expensive, with delicate diamantes running up the back to give the effect of a seam. Camille wanted to make sure the stockings did not snag, so she rolled them carefully between her fingers before easing them slowly over the tip of her toes and gently up her leg until they reached their destination and she fastened them in place. She repeated the action for her right leg and, as she was smooth out the fine stockings she caught sight of herself in the mirror. My, already she was looking fine and she admired her pubic hair, which your could just see at the bottom of the belt. She could not wait to see her husband's reaction on his arrival home.
Next, Camille stood and walked over to her drawers to search for the bra she had in mind.
Going through her packed drawers, she marvelled at quite how much beautiful lingerie she possessed. There were not enough days in the month to wear each set. Camille always liked to wear matching lingerie as, if she was beautiful and groomed from the bottom to the top, she felt better about herself. Often she went to work and relished the thought that she might be wearing delicate grey silk lingerie, or even a satin basque, under her suit, but her middle-aged bosses could have no idea.
But tonight was special, this was not a night for delicate silk or a satin basque, it was a night for the black satin and mesh underwired bra: An underwired bra which covered the breasts but cleverly unclipped to expose her glorious pink nipples.
Aha - there it was! Hiding behind her pink half-cup bra.
Camille straightened, fed her arms through the straps and fastened the bra. There, almost ready, but not quite...not quite.
When David opened the front door an hour later, the lights in the home were dimmed. This was Camille's signal to him and she knew he would soon bound upstairs. She could hear him taking off his coat and shoes, then, finally, his steps on the stairs.
He opened the bedroom door, eager, expectant, and Camille knew that, tonight, she would not disappoint him.
David paused to take in the picture before him. Camille stood dressed in an elegant black shift dress and stiletto shoes, holding another glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"Good evening, darling," she purred as she walked towards him, gave him the wine, popped the cigarette in his mouth and reached for the lighter.
