14 years married, but we will have been together 22 years this December.
My Mom had The Boy for the night, and we went out for dinner at a local high-end cafe (The Flying Rhino) for our celebratory dinner. She had 'Autumn Scallops' and I had 'Lobster Ravioli' (With additional scallops, shrimp and big chunks of claw meat. Decadent)
While prepping and going over our clothing choices, my wife helped me swap out a few things, and my the time she was done I was no longer in slacks, dress shoes and a pretty shirt. I was now in fleur-de-lis printed girl jeans, a brown Indian top with teal embroidery & sequins (cami underneath, it was kind of sheer), black & low strappy wedges and plenty of silver jewelry. Painted fingers & toes, of course. I was already wearing mascara. Once counting the panties I was wearing anyway (a little black thing with pink bows) I was in 100% girl clothing. She couldn't find the set of knee-high stockings she thought she had, so I gave her one of mine
She gave me big smiles & off we went.
Upon arrival at the restaurant, the host said "Well don't you both look nice!"
The meal was delicious, and we had a great time.
Wife: "I love you looking pretty!"
I'm a lucky gurl.
- MM