Becoming mandy Stories

“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-...