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It was a club he hinted, suggesting dancing to music, something we hadn't done in...so long ago, I don't remember.

In preparation, I made an appointment at a local hair salon to have my normal dark hair coloured blonde and my nails manicured. It was, after all, a special occasion for us.

Looking through my wardrobe, I decided I could do with a new dress for the occasion, something that would show off my ‘sexy curves' as Mark calls my tits and ass. After nigh on 10 years of knowing him, eight of which we've been happily married, he's never stopped complimenting or telling me how adorable I am.

As luck would have it, I found the perfect dress, and in a charity shop of all places. Totally unworn and with the shop's price tag still on it, a snip at less than 12% of the original cost of £69.99.

‘Wait until Mark sees me in this,' I smiled to myself having tried it on in the shop, turning around and looking at my reflection in a full-length mirror. It had narrow shoulder straps and a bodice that made wearing a bra a no, no. Not that I need one with my firm ‘spectacular' (another one of Mark's compliments) 38C's, while I could just imagine the criss-cross weave of the bust brushing my nipples when we danced. I actually trembled, quite unlike me, at that very thought before returning to the changing room.

Early Saturday evening, a little after 6- o'clock, I immersed my naked body in a warm jasmine scented bath. As I lay there, I let my thoughts run free as to what the evening might bring, never, for one second, entertaining thoughts of what actually happened at the club and to me. Would I have declined to go if I knew the type of club it was? Probably. All the same, I was glad of the experience, one that changed me completely.

Soon dried afterwards, I joined Mark in our bedroom where he was getting dressed after a quick shower, our bathroom having a separate bath and shower unit.

"I've got something for you to wear," my husband smiled as he held out a paper bag with the store's logo and name on it.

I smiled as I took it and looked inside. It was small and bunched-up I noticed as I reached in and pulled out a tiny lilac g-string.

It so happened the dress I bought was lilac, a suggestion that Mark had already seen it. On a hanger, maybe, but certainly not on me, not yet.

"It's...lovely," I smiled.

"Not too -"

"Small," I could not help but finish his sentence, and it was certainly that, alright.

No one but Mark would see it, so, ‘what the heck,' I thought to myself, and soon had it put on.

When I looked, I noticed it barely covered my smoothly shaved pussy while my lips could be seen protruding from the sides.

"You look good enough to eat," he complimented me. I had a good mind to make him eat his words by eating me out first, my pussy was moderately wet from my being daring enough to wear what was a small scrap of a triangle, only time was getting on.

Black lace top holds ups adorned my smooth lithe legs, a touch or two of make-up, my sexy new dress and a pair of black open-toe slingbacks and I was subsequently ready for an evening and night of dancing followed by a night of fucking when we returned home, Mark dressed and waiting.

"Wow! You look amazing," he complimented me as he reached out a hand to

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Lyn writes Mon 22 Apr 2024 11:01:

Fabulous ! Love it !

Lyn xx

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