“Hi, Andy, I’m home!” I throw my bag down, and my jacket soon follows. Fucking typical, for once I get home early and he’s gone out. I glance briefly into his office, but he’s not there. But as I climb the stairs, I am conscious someone is in our bedroom. “Hello?” I say, pushing the door open. What the fuck! “Oh, shit, fuck,” and the person in stockings and heels, with a black basque and matching panties, runs for the en-...

“Andy, I’m home!” His face appears from behind the door of his office. “Oh, hi, Alice. You’re early.” He looks surprised, perhaps worried. “Come here, now.” He hesitates but he knows he will have to do as I have said and, as he steps from behind his cover, I know why. “I was only trying them on,” he says, his hands cupped over his groin, the tiny panties visible on his hips, the suspender belt and stockings finishing the...

As I turn into the drive, I see the lights in our bedroom switch off and the shadow of someone crosses the hall heading towards the kitchen. I hope Mandy is ready, I think to myself, she will need to be prepared for what I have in mind for her. “Mandy, I am home.” Just like the other day, she is in the kitchen and she turns to offer me my glass of wine. And, just like the other day, she looks happy, her make-up done perfe...