M Is for Mandi

That night, that Friday, had been highlighted on the kitchen calendar for weeks, though my wife didn't know the reason why. OK, so she was off to her sister's for the night and that was why she'd underlined it to start with. But I had other reasons.

Since Sarah had turned forty she'd not gone out as often, and had only actually been away for the night once. As luck would have it, that night had been a darts night in the pub. I'd have missed it, yes, but Sarah would almost certainly have found out and wanted to know where I'd been. But, Sarah was off to her sister's, and that Friday was going to be my big night, or Mandi's rather.

'Mandi' is me. Me, dressed and tarted up to an extent, the woman I like to be when I want to feel sexy and rather naughty. I had never gone out on the town before though, never had the chance, and I was so looking forward to the evening. In fact, even if I'd been staying in and dressing up I'd probably still have been looking forward to it. For me, just dressing up and looking female is a big turn-on. I'd probably have just dressed and posed in front of the mirror and wanked heartily.

That Friday was going to be different though. I'd gone all out during the previous few weeks, ever since the calendar had got highlighted. Unknown to Sarah I'd spent rather a lot, somehow I knew I'd have to come up with an explanation but that was for later. I'd spent nearly £50 on makeup, £150 on a new wig, £280 on the very best breast forms I could find. Add to that the cost of the tight black miniskirt and the matching black halter-top and you didn't have much change from £1000. If any. I also indulged in some sexy lingerie: black stockings with matching garter belt, a pair of black lace panties and a black satin bra. I wasn't sure if anyone else would end up seeing all of this but it sure made me feel a lot sexier.

After dashing home that Friday from work, I'd laid out my new purchases on the bed. For some reason I seemed to have the impression I might not be sleeping there that night. Well, maybe just wishful thinking. I'd run a hot bath and then soaked myself in bubbly fragrance for about half an hour, letting the bath oils soften my skin. I then got out and shaved my face as close as I could, twice, followed by rubbing gently in a facial cream to make it soft to the touch.