I have in my wardrobe, a little red skirt. My lucky, little red skirt. Why, I hear you ask, is it lucky? Well, I am going to tell you all about it. The adventures it has, the excitements it witnesses and the positively glorious times... hmm yes well, let’s begin.
It all started soon after I bought it. My husband thought that it looked really good with a cut off top – no bra of course. He said it made my legs look long and slim. As he’s generally right about these things I bought the skirt and the cut off top.
“Wear it for our date tonight,” he requested.
I was a bit apprehensive, because our “date” was with another couple from the site. It was the first time we had ever done this so neither of us was sure about what to expect. I nervously got ready, my husband watching the progress avidly as I slipped on black stockings and suspenders. I was just about to put on my most miniscule thong when he stopped me. The sight of me dressing for another man and woman had made him hornier tha
