Me? I'm 35 years old, 5' 6" with what my husband calls the sexiest legs in town. I work out regularly and have a very nice build that's still the envy of most of my friends. My breasts? Well, I have 36C breasts that don't really need a bra except to hide some unusually large nipples.
My husband Bill is a year older than I am, and is in pretty good shape himself. We have three children and have been married over 10 years now. In all that time, we have never really discussed any fantasies with each other, though I know I had plenty and I'm sure Bill did also. Looking back, I did notice Bill would become very aroused and extremely horny whenever we went out somewhere and we were both dressed up. He loved it when I dressed kind of sexy, and I must confess, I also enjoyed the looks that I got from other men to.
One evening last fall, we, along with our friends and neighbours were to go over to another couple's anniversary party. Bill was upstairs still getting dressed, and I had gone downstairs to the laundry room in my robe and panties to get a clean bra out of the dryer. Our laundry room is off our kitchen by the back door of the house.