I so look forward to my Friday nights. After a week of busy office work, there's nothing better than arriving home, grabbing a bite to eat with hubby, freshening up and then heading out to meet my friends at the woman's social craft night. This had become part of my regular Friday ritual. My husband would toddle off to the pub to shoot some pool with the young men of the village and I would attend my organised community craft group. There were around eleven or twelve of us, a couple of elderly ladies from the church group, three young mums, a mother/daughter, the mother being roughly my age, mid forties and the remainder of our group consisted of several recently retired ladies.
We had great fun participating in various craft projects, sewing, painting, knitting, baking etc. But the greatest fun came from the gossip. My ladies always had plenty to tell about who was having an affair with whom, or who was divorcing or which neighbour was feuding with which and other such tasty tales. It was always great to gather the dirt on some of the shameful residents in our community. Gathering all of these juicy stories, I always looked forward to passing the news in chat around the village. I loved it.
After our social meet, I would return home, usually getting in around an hour ahead of my hubbies return from the pub. This gave me time to change out of my jeans and smock top and into something more glamorous. I always liked to look glam for when my husband returned home after he'd enjoyed a few drinks. Especially when he had the lads in tow. I'd have a few glasses of wine to relax me, carefully apply my make up, choosing alluring eyeshadow and rosy red lippy. Stripping naked, I'd change into black nylons and a suspender set with matching black lace bra. Then I'd choose from my collection of boudoir evening wear. Whether it be one of my many differing coloured negligee's, camisole and panty sets, baby dolls, or even one of my fabulous corsets. Finally I'd fix my hair up and step into my patent stiletto's. My craft group girls if they could see me now, would not recognise me, of that I'm quite sure. This is why I loved Friday nights.
My husband always had four or five of the young lads with him when he returned home. Usually the nineteen or twenty year olds who were youthfully finding their way in the world. My husband had become very friendly with the young 'in' crowd and they all loved him. What I loved about his gang of friends is, unlike the woman around town, when they had a secret, they never gossiped and I'm sure they had plenty they could gossip about.
I'd be sitting in the armchair in the lounge when they arrived, glass of wine in my hand, listening to soft sultry music. I never spoke when they arrived, I simply sat and sipped on my wine offering no more than a whispered 'good evening boys'. After all I knew most of their mothers and just loved to have their company on Friday evenings. It was their evening to enjoy and my evening to enjoy sharing.
Hubby would pass around the drinks and they would find a location to sit around the lounge, smiling and joking with each other, but always looking toward me for approval. I always sat with a confident, yet alluring expression not giving them an opportunity to determine my inner feelings. Even though I was absolutely loving the attention which was their youthful respect. I knew they were all excited and I was the object of their excitement. This was a special craft that i had mastered, a craft through the understanding that any woman can be a desired prize.
