Writer's Note: A different one for me. This story is mostly true. I made up some of the conversation and thoughts, but according to an online friend this is the way it happened, which is why I decided to make it First Person from the wife's Point of View. The names have been changed to protect the guilty, even though the only thing they are guilty of is having fun married style. :)
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I came out of our bedroom feeling excitement and anticipation. This was my husband's and my first date since the birth of our child six months ago. Actually it had been eight months since our last date, for we stayed close to home the last two months of my pregnancy.
I was wearing my LBD - Little Black Dress - that both Ryan and I like. It is low cut even though it doesn't show too much cleavage. The hem ends at my knees, and it's a thin almost formal dress, so it shows off my shape nicely.
By the look on my husband's face I knew he was thinking that he wanted to stay home so he could pull the dress off of me. I could see his love and passion for me in his expression and in his body language. An online friend said I must be exotic with my almond eyes and very dark skin. I'm not sure about that but I do know my husband thought of me as hot with a capital H.
Little Halle was at my parents' so there would no interruptions. However as tempting as his idea sounded - he is tall and, with his broad shoulders, red wavy mane of hair and lighter red beard, he looked hot in his outfit and, even though his lighter skin looked almost pale next to mine, it looked good on him - I wanted to go out with him. We would have time to give in to our mutual passion after we got back home. As it turned out things didn't work out quite as I envisioned them, but I didn't mind.
He wanted to go in my car, a Mustang, since it was more sporty and looked like it was what a couple out on the town should drive, not to mention it got better gas mileage than his. I didn't mind so we drove to the restaurant in it.
We were seated quickly and ordered quickly. I had a glass of wine before dinner and another two with the meal. We talked about each other, our friends and such. I kept leaning forward as I talked to him so he could see down my dress. I had on a half bra so he got a good shot at my breasts. Twice I noticed he lost his train of thought when I leaned even further.
When the waiter brought our salads, I noticed his eyes going up and down as he looked at me. He smiled as he asked me if we needed anything else. With his head turned only my way, I almost giggled as a picture formed in my mind. It was of him placing Ryan's salad down without looking and the salad ending up in Ryan's lap.
When the guy left I decided this was a good time to tease Ryan.
"You better be sweet to me, Honey. It looks like I have options."
He grinned and told me, "You better make sure the guy can pay the house mortgage."
I was relieved at that, since Ryan can get jealous at times, but tonight he wasn't feeling threatened. Perhaps he knew me well enough by now to know that I was his alone.
As we talked and chatted through the salad and main course, I continued to lean forward, making sure Ryan could see down my top. Every time I heard the waiter come by I straightened, for my show was only for my husband. Once though the waiter may have seen more than I intended. I was so into the discussion with Ryan that I didn't hear or see him come up when he suddenly asked if there was anything else we needed. I jumped, straightening in my seat faster than I thought possible. He started to apologize, but I had recovered by then and told him it wasn't his fault. I added that he was doing a very good job.
There was a reason he had come by unexpected like that. I was feeling a little giddy because of our night out and the wine I had drunk already, so every time our waiter came by I looked at his eyes and I told him how good a job he was doing, no matter how small the job had been. As I said before I always sat up when he came by, but he was very attentive, checking on us more often than waiters usually do.
I would glance at Ryan while I was talking to the waiter and he had a small secret smile on his face, like he was trying not to laugh, or because he was thinking that I would get mine later for teasing him like that. It turns out that my second guess was correct; he did get back at me, but I didn't mind.
Dinner was very nice, not only the food, but being out with Ryan, and being able to tease him like I was. I kept tapping the top of his foot with mine, or rubbing the side of his foot with mine.
I had a warm glow about me, since Ryan was taking my teasing well tonight. He knows what I'm like and he loves me and trusts me not to go too far. All that was very comforting and as I said produced a warm glow in me. This continued with desert, where I had a last glass of wine. I started rubbing the top of his foot with the bottom of mine. I slipped off my shoe and was rubbing him bare footed. As I said I had been doing that all evening, even while talking to the waiter which had made Ryan smile that small smile even more.
Ryan had been alcohol free the entire meal, so it was obvious that he would have to drive home, which I didn't mind, I could tease him some more on the way.
We were finally done and he paid the bill, but on the way out I got a hint of what was to come. As we were walking out of the restaurant, I said softly, "Was I bad girl? Do I need punishment?"
