The middle aged mother of three

Looking in the mirror, you take a moment to look yourself over. In spite of having given birth to three children, you still have the knock out body of the cheerleader you were back in college.

Smiling at yourself, you know you look good, your makeup looks professional, and your black dress is conservative enough that it wont draw unwanted attention from your family, yet it hugs your body just well enough that its bound to draw plenty of attention from any man you pass on the street.

Pulling your black hair into a ponytail, you fasten it in place then reach for your purse. I cant believe that I've waited this long to do this, you think to yourself.

Leaving the bedroom, you make your way down the stairs to where your family is gathered around the TV. When your husband sees you, he glances your way, "I still cant believe that your work insisted that you attend that event tonight." For the third time in an hour, he adds, "Its a Friday night, isnt there SOME way you can get out of it?"

Feeling a thrill of excitement, "Sorry dear, its set in stone, I dont have a choice in the matter." You lie. "They expect the conference to run late, so I'm probably just going to get a room when we get out. I'll be back in the morning." You say with an innocent smile.

When you reach the door, you look back at your family, saying goodbye to each of your children in turn, "Take good care of the kids." She jokes before closing the door.

Once you reach your car, you slip inside of the new sports car and follow the GPS to the local adult novelty store.

Parking a little over a block away from the store, you exit your vehicle, locking it behind yourself, and begin the short walk to the store.