All the times she had tried to look sexy and failed, tonight, when she was home alone she liked what was staring back at her in the mirror. Her hair f...ll just above her breasts, her eyes had a glaze that gave the illusion they twinkled and her smile was so wide from laughing at herself. It felt alien as she hadn’t smiled for so long. The silk red nighty’s left strap had glided down her shoulder and brought her attention to her firm breasts. She couldn’t see any fat just the curves outlining her. “What?” I shoot him an annoyed look. “Wear these.” He says, pushing a shoe box in my lap. I open the box and suddenly become horrified at the sight of the jet black two inch stiletto heels. “You can’t be serious.” I say looking at him with anger. “Come on baby,” he smirks at me, “Please?” he says. I roll my eyes and start to take off my flats.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I sat next to Derek in the dark theater. He kept trying. I was already in a sexy, playful outfit, in anticipation of b****r's arrival. {It was a see-through bra, thigh-high stockings, and a micro-mini skirt with no panties.} I had been waiting so long that, when he came in, I ran down the hall, threw myself around him, kissed him deeply, and exclaimed “b****r, you're home!”, pouting “It's about time.”. Then I noticed the woman standing slightly behind/beside him. “This is...”, he began, “My...our present”, I finished, walking around her, looking her. She glanced back down. “He’s really...quite attractive.”Leaning in, she touched me to her cheek. I nearly lost it. She looked so innocent, kneeling there and exploring my member. I was more excited than I could ever remember being. “You can kiss it if you would like,” I said, breathing hard. “Lots of women like that.”“Kiss it?” she asked. She turned her head into it, obviously liking the feel of it against her skin. She planted a kiss on the side and then moved up to the tip, kissing as she.