“Yes, sure, just let me know and Ryan and I will come round with the car to collect your things.” Daisy and I hugged then she went back to work. I spoke to Tim and he started the ball rolling. Our anniversary fell on a Thursday this year, my husband decided we would celebrate 2 days later on Saturday. Dave told me he had big plans for a special night for me. He wasn't always the best at planning such a special night, so expections were decidedly limited. When the day came, he told me it was going to be a dressed up affair. We didn't go out very often, and to have a chance to dress up like this was a good sign. He had suggested early that Saturday morning that I should go shopping for something girls new to wear, I didn't need to be asked twice. What time I spent by myself shopping was actually fairly relaxing, no husband watching the clock, no kids, no one pressuring me. For a time it was quite nice, I found a strapless, clingy, sort of thing to wear, I thought was revealing enough to be sexy, but certainly long enough not to feel trampy. I told Jess because our anniversary fell on Thursday this year we were going to push it to Saturday to allow better time for celebration. Truth softcore was I had something special planned and it couldn't be done on a Thursday. I found out about a special restaurant that accommodates special requests. It was one of the 'secret' restaurants this city is somewhat famous for. The kind of place that if you don't know it exists, you won't find it. The mystery is supposed to make it exclusive or something. Seems like just part of the hype to me, hyping without actually seeming like you are - it's a millennial thing I guess. I told her we were going to be going more formal than a normal dinner date would be, and suggested maybe she would like to go buy something new. It didn't take much pressure to get her to accept. I offered to take care of the kids while she was gone and offer her a relaxing day out. It seemed to help, when she returned she was happier and more relaxed then I had seen her in sometime now. So I got dressed for the evening, the new dress really did look good. I was quite pleased with it, hopefully this wouldn't be the last time I got to wear it. I did myself up, put on the nice earrings that I knew Dave liked, put on the perfume that we both like, and got ready to go out for the evening. When I got downstairs, Dave made some flattering gesture about how nice he thought I striptease looked, he was nice that way, but I don't think he truly had thought about me that way for a long time. So we said goodbye to the children, gave the last instructions to our babysitter, I made sure that she knew how to get ahold of us should anything arise, make sure all the bases were covered, all details that the mom has to do cause dad's teasing surely don't think of them. I waited downstairs patiently for her. She has always been the stereo typical 'take erotic too long to get ready' kind of woman, and it never really bothered me. The babysitter, Terry, had arrived, I had given her all the information about where we would be, how to get ahold of us, both of our cell phone numbers, she knew where the doctors after hours number was. I showed her where dinner for the kids was, I showed her the ample amount of snack foods for her to enjoy while we're gone. Most importantly, make sure she knew how to access Netflix. When Jess came down, she was a beautiful sight to behold, she had always been gorgeous in my eyes, but she looked particularly stunning tonight. She went about her task of telling the babysitter, again, how to get ahold of us, where the emergency numbers were, etc. Our babysitter had worked with us before, many brunettes times, so she just went along as if she hadn't been told 5 minutes before. Ellen woke up to the doorbell, confused teasing and with a flutter in her belly. She moaned, looking over her shoulder at me, her green eyes glassy. There was not a girls bare inch of me that wasn’t highlighted by the fiery maze of impossible knots, waves, and curves. I began lightly kissing her neck. To my stomach. She said "So you are ok with that? Just like old softcore times. I live with my wife in Gilbertsville.” I erotic replied pointing to brunettes a long sofa adjacent the change rooms where a few parents and others sat or stood waiting. I had striptease cocks in my mouth, hands and pussy all at once.