I step out of the shower, knowing he's going to be knocking on the door any minute. Trying to keep my breath steady, but struggling to stop my heart from beating out my chest, I open my drawer and look for the outfit I planned in my head over the last few days. Black, lace topped stockings, suspender belt and matching bra. Simple but effective. Still hot from the shower, I slip my legs into the stockings and carefully pull them up to the tops of my thighs. I put the bra, thong and suspender belt on the bed and turn to the mirror to check my make up. Red lips and dark eyes, the perfect combination with my suntanned, smooth skin and long chestnut hair.
I hear the front gate open, so step in to my red 'fuck me' stiletoes, put my Husband's white shirt on but leave it unbuttoned, and strut down the hallway, admiring myself in the mirror. Its now or never, I tell myself as the familiar shape fills the glass panel of the door.
I take one last look down, admiring the curve of my tits in the push up bra, my taut stomach and my long, slim legs finishing in those killer heels. I can feel myself getting more and more turned on at the thought of what I'm about to do, where it could go, what might be about to happen to me. I smile as I open the door. Slowly at first, just to make sure it's him, and to have a quick glance to check there aren't any neighbours around.