"Abby! Let's go to dinner at the fancy French place," I said with enthusiasm one evening as we watched television.
"Really? Okay, I'm game," she answered.
She looked towards me excitedly and I tried hard to hide my smirk, but I knew I had failed when a suspicious look appeared on her face.
"What?" I asked, struggling to maintain my composure.
"What indeed! What are you plotting?" she asked.
A few weeks prior, while traveling on business with several senior coworkers, we had met for dinner at a high-end restaurant. We stopped in the bar for a drink before being seated, and posed on a stool was a beautiful woman that looked amazingly like my wife except her hair was lighter. She wore a short cocktail dress that showed her shapely legs and the tops of her lovely breasts. She looked sexy, but also quite stylish, and I struggled to keep from staring at her while she talked to a well-groomed man. Since then, my head had churned with the thoughts of getting my wife in a similar situation.
"I'm just thinking that since I'm paying the high prices, I should get to select your outfit," I responded after a short silence.
"And just what does that mean?" she answered now even more apprehensive.
"It means, I decide what you wear," I reiterated, forcing myself to maintain eye contact.
"What kind of outfit? I want to know," she asked, and while her expression showed some interest, I noted worry, too.
"Well let's see. The kind that turns every man's head. The kind that makes men trip over their own feet. The kind where a guy's wife or girlfriend will hit him because he's staring. The kind where later he will still be thinking about you." I said quickly so she couldn't interrupt.
You see Abby, despite being an attractive woman, typically masked her sensual beauty behind conservative clothes.
"I'll have to see the outfit first," she stated, and then added, "I'm not going to embarrass myself."
"You won't be embarrassed, I promise. Come with me so I can show you," I assured her before leading her to the computer.
Since the night I had seen the woman, I had surfed the net in search of a similar outfit. I quickly navigated to a very prestigious clothing store website that Abby loved to shop at when she splurged, knowing she couldn't argue about embarrassment if the dress came from the store. After a few clicks, I found the right page and expanded it on the screen.
"That's a bit much," she declared, but I felt encouraged since she hadn't outright rejected it.
The dress was very close to the one the woman wore, except the top, from the model picture, showed a bit more cleavage.
"Honey you will look fantastic," I said with complete sincerity.
Abby is 5'7" tall and slender, with raven hair and long legs that merge into a lovely butt kept nicely toned by her strict workout regime. Up top, she has perfectly shaped C-cup breasts with tiny, pink nipples that are very sensitive. She wears her hair just past her shoulders in a sassy style but her dark brown doe eyes and cute dimples counter the effect creating a playful contrast. Normally, she hides behind her natural shyness, but on rare occasions, she will become energized in a group setting and quickly become the center of male attention.
"Hmmm," she responded, and stared at the screen for a few seconds before departing.
We didn't return to the subject that night, but in bed, she accepted my advances and we enjoyed each other completely.
I met my wife six years ago, during our first year out of college when we were both working for the same company. She was in marketing, focused on web development, and I was in finance. Our introduction came through after-work friends, and we did things in the group for over six months before dating. Quickly, we found that we liked the same things and were sexually compatible. Neither of us was a virgin, but we were still relatively inexperienced. Abby had come from a conservative Catholic family and still felt a little "dirty" when she "did it." Fortunately, after we got married, she started to get a bit more adventurous, but being a weekly churchgoer meant there were still anxieties. We had held off starting a family, but I knew Abby was starting to get antsy which was another reason to push her limits while I could.
The following Saturday she headed to the store with a printout from the website of the dress along with one for a pair of heels I had selected. While she shopped, I played golf with friends performing horribly as I thought about her trying on the sexy clothes. As soon as we left the eighteenth green, I begged off from our normal post-round beer to hurry home, hopeful that she would model the new purchases.
When I arrived, I saw the packages sitting on the dining room table, but Abby lay curled up watching a movie in a pair of old flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt. She was clearly toying with me, but it didn't stop me from asking.
"Sweetie, try on your new things for me," I said with a grin.
"Maybe later. I just sat down," she replied, not even turning her head from the TV.
She was trying to take control, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me beg. We had made arrangements to meet another couple for dinner, and it was only when I threatened to cancel that, with a heavy sigh dripping with feigned annoyance, she acquiesced, gathered the packages, and retreated to the bedroom. I waited impatiently, cursing her under my breath for taking way too much time before I finally heard the door open, and the sound of heels clicking on our hardwood floor filled the space.
"Wow," I said when she turned the corner.
The dress I had selected was black with thin straps holding up a V-neck that showed off a healthy amount of cleavage. The hem stopped mid-thigh, and in-between, the garment's fit snuggly showing off the marvelous shape of her trim body. She stood erect like a model on her three-inch heels, and my eyes shifted back and forth between her long shapely legs and her firm breasts trying to determine which part of her dress I liked better.
"Turn around," I choked out.
With only a brief hesitation, she accepted my command and turned giving me a view of her exposed back. The snug fit also provided some detail of her butt cheeks, tantalizingly pronounced by the heels. She looked unbelievable and I realized that anything more would have been too much.
"Well," she asked with a nervous voice when I didn't say anything, and I realized I had been so taken by the look that I had forgotten to speak.
"You look incredible...truly," I said as I moved towards her.
I put my arms around her waist from behind and pulled her tightly against me nuzzling my lips against her neck which made her sigh with pleasure.
"Do you really like it?" she asked, and for a moment I thought she was fishing for a compliment, but then I realized she was feeling vulnerable.
"I love it. It shows how beautiful you are...it's perfect," I answered, proud of my response.
Over her shoulder, I could see her beaming and I turned her and planted a kiss on her juicy lips. I thought about taking her right then, pulling her clothes off, and leading her to bed, but I didn't want to diminish the effects of our upcoming night out, so reluctantly, I let her fall from my arms.
"Go change now or we'll be late," I said softly and gave her a playful spank.
Abby started to speak, then stopped, and with a final look over her shoulder disappeared down the hall.
That night, I was a complete doting fool constantly making sure she had a full glass of wine while listening intently to every word she spoke. The other couple noticed it, they would have had to be blind and deaf not to, and the woman giggled several times while watching me. I didn't care. Seeing her earlier in the hot dress mesmerized me and now it seemed natural to give her all my attention.
"If I had known how easy it was to get my husband under my spell I would have bought some sexy clothes a long time ago," Abby laughed as we drove home.
"You definitely have me under your spell," I replied, acknowledging the truth.
We didn't make it to bed that night before I was inside her. As soon as we closed the back door, my hands were all over her pulling at her clothes. When I freed her breasts, she started on my things, and we simply dropped to the cold tile and connected in frenzied passion.
The restaurant I wanted to try was booked on all the good nights three weeks out. Regardless, I made the reservation realizing during the interim I would go mad with anticipation. From a prior visit, I knew the place had a subdued dining room and a cozy bar with a fireplace. A wall with cutout sections separated the spaces but allowed some visibility between them. In my view, it provided the perfect environment and I looked forward to her exhibition.
The last week seemed to crawl by but finally, the date arrived and I had to force myself to show an outward appearance of calm. Our reservation was for eight, but I wanted to get a drink in the bar first, so I told Abby we needed to leave just before seven. After piddling for most of the day, she disappeared around five and stayed behind the closed bathroom door forcing me to use the guest room to prepare.
At 6:45 PM I sat impatiently in the living room dressed and ready to go when I heard her heels, and when she appeared, the visual impact of seeing her for the second time was no less stunning. In fact, she had fixed her hair and done her makeup so well it was even better, and her full lips, now coated in a beautiful shade of red, seemed to call out for a kiss.
"You look so beautiful," I said to her while smiling like a fool.
"Do you really think it's okay? It's not too much? Now that I know we're going out, I feel nervous," she said with a worried look.
"Yes, I do. I think it's perfect," I replied, wanting to cut off any debate.
"Okay," she answered, giving a fake gulp in the process.
"Spin around," I instructed.
When she did, I noticed the lines of her thong through the tight fabric covering her rear.
"Sweetie, were you wearing panties when you tried the dress on before?" I asked.
"No..." she answered, with a confused expression.
"Well, I can see them through the dress," I stated.
"I'll be sitting mostly. Don't worry," she answered dismissively.
"No, it's not a good look. You need to take them off," I said and my boldness took both of us by surprise.
