I could not believe it had been a month already since our first date night. We were like newlyweds screwing our brains out every night and our marriage had never been better. We even packed away our pajamas and started sleeping in the nude. On the weekends Patti didn't even bother to get dressed until after I made her breakfast...and once, not at all. That was a fun weekend!
Other positive changes included Patti agreed to have the dry cleaners shorten several of skirts so they would hit above the knee. The receding hem lines cost me a fortune but were worth every penny. And, when she wore pantyhose, they were now sheer to the waist. Patti said several men at work, mostly married, who never paid her any attention, were suddenly hovering around her desk to check her out. After years of wearing ankle skimming skirts she had to remember not to be casual about how she kept her knees together after noticing they were stealing looks up her skirt. After a couple of vodka gimlets she did admit that it stroked her ego to have all the new found attention.
Building on that, I went on a shopping spree and surprised Patti with a couple shorter skirts, a weeks worth of flattering new blouses, and a nice selection of sexy bras which accentuated her cleavage. She said she also had to be careful when she wore the lace bras because they did little to hide her nipples, which suddenly seemed to be in a constant of arousal. The capper was two new skirt suits, both of which hit well north of her knees, and a pair of diaphanous blouses to wear with them. Patty summed it up best with, "I feel like it's Christmas morning."
On the morning of the last Friday of the month Patti drove me to work as she does on most days. The tension in the car was thick and Patti was talking a mile a minute about how it felt like today would never get here. While she babbled on I looked at her outfit and tried to figure out what she had planned.
I had walked in when Patti was dressing and was surprised to see her putting on one of her old, dowdy below the knees white skirts with a utilitarian white blouse over flesh colored pantyhose. Her bra and panties were designed for function, not arousal, and her shoulder length honey blonde hair was done up in a bun. She had on almost no make up. Considering her long awaited second date with the phantom Robert this was hardly the outfit of a horny woman on the prowl. I had a feeling I was being toyed with so I teased her that she looked like a nurse.
"I'll be in the warehouse today and I don't want to risk ruining one of my new outfits." was her response. "But, don't worry, I clean up real good." She gave me a mischievous smile. I knew I would be worthless at work today thinking about our date.
About two blocks from my office Patti pulled over and, after a long pause said, "Brian, I love you more that I ever thought possible, and I know what I am doing is...I, I mean, I couldn't even imagine me doing this...me, miss goody two shoes...I never imagined doing any of this five weeks ago. Brian, I am so worried what I'm doing is going to hurt you. I want to keep my date with Robert so bad but if you tell me not to go I won't. And I give you my word that I will never mention Robert again. It's not too late to return everything to the way we were."
"Patti, you have no idea how much it means to hear you say that. But I want you to go... I want you to enjoy your warm-up for our date."
Patti looked away and didn't say a word for several minutes. It looked like the moment of guilty truth had arrived...I expected her to tell me about the magazine article and how she made up a romantic rival. Instead Patti steeled her resolve, gave me a very serious look and said, "You're the most wonderful, most understanding husband in the world. I love you," She gave me a rather nice kiss then started driving again.
I arrived at the restaurant about twenty minutes early. The maître d' said my date had not yet arrived and showed me to the same booth as last month, the one in back facing the bar. There was a cluster of booths laid out like a four leafed clover. The arrangement gave the occupants quite a degree of privacy as no one could see them except the wait staff and someone sitting near the rear entrance to the bar.
I ordered a drink from the waiter and watched for Patti.
Most of the clientele was business men in dark colored suits with enough women to add color to the dark room. The bathrooms were in the bar area which probably contributed to the steady stream of people walking in and out of the bar.
I swear I did not recognize the beautiful woman who rounded the corner, stepped up to my table, and asked, "Am I late?" I did a double take, "Patti?" I asked as I stumbled to stand up.
"I take it you like what I see."
"Like it...I love it."
"Do I still look like a nurse?" she asked coyly.
"No, you look like an angel...you're a vision of heaven. I have never seen anything so beautiful!" I finally got out from behind the table and wrapped my arms around her. When I tried to kiss her she held her fingers in front of her mouth and said, "Patience."
After last month I didn't think she was going to do anything else the article suggested and I was blown away by the total package. I stepped back to stare at my wife. "Wow!" Her hair was now platinum blonde and cut short in a way that really set off her face. And her face. She had an ethereal look with white eye shadow and lipstick. Later I noticed her nails, fingers and toes, were painted white. She was wearing an incredibly short white linen skirt with a matching blazer that I had never seen before. The jacket was buttoned but I could glimpse a transparent white blouse under it. On her long legs she had white stockings...I knew they were stockings because the lace tops were showing under the short skirt; I could even see white clips from a garter belt on each. I could only imagine the stares her hot ass got as she walked from her car. The only color she had on was red patent leather shoes.
Patti shot me a toothy smile and admitted that she had played hooky and spent the whole day shopping and getting ready for her dates.
For the next fifteen minutes I complimented Patti on how perfect she looked. She teased me by slapping my hand every time I placed it on her sexy thighs so I ordered her another drink hoping to ply her legs apart with alcohol. Eventually the conversation turned from my day to her lunch date with Robert.
For the next half hour my beautiful wife told me how she met Robert after having her hair and makeup done at a spa and spent the afternoon shopping with him. "Robert has great fashion taste and helped me pick out everything I have on."
"Well?" I broke on. "Did he kiss you?"
"Patience, my dear. No interruptions." When Patti finished telling me how Robert made her try on at least two dozen skirt suits before he found one that he liked she emptied her cocktail and announced, "Now, back to your question. But first, I want you to promise you won't get jealous.
"I already promised last month. So fess up. Did your boyfriend kiss you?"
"Yes." Her voice was soft and trembled with sexuality.
"Not pecks on the cheeks. Real French kisses?"
"Not the first few but he got more aggressive with his tongue at the mall." She smiled and wagged her tongue playfully. "When he walked me to my car he had his tongue so far down my throat I could feel it in my toes." She squealed.
"Did you let your boyfriend touch you?"
"I wanted him to but he didn't. He said maybe next month. I don't know if I can take it, his teasing is driving me crazy. Oh Brian, please don't get mad but I want him so bad. I know that's crazy but do you realize until today you were the only man to have his tongue in my mouth. Ever! I never even French kissed a boy when I was in school...until you. Until last month you were only man to ever look between my legs or see my naked breasts. Brian, you took my virginity on our wedding night and I've never been with another man since then." Patti began to whimper.
Patti kissed her index finger then touched it to my lips. "Then no more talk of what might have been." She squeezed my rock hard cock through my pants. "My pussy is yours and yours alone for the next 31 days."
I needed a real kiss but Patti again said, "patience" and excused herself to go to the ladies room. I watched her working her incredible ass as she entered the crowded bar. The skirt had a slit that showed off a hint of naked flesh above the lace stocking tops. Damn near every head in the bar turned to gawk at her. When she came out of the ladies lounge I could see she was carrying her jacket draped over her arm.
My beautiful wife had on a blouse so sheer I could barely see it. Her breasts were lifted up on a very sexy red shelf bra and the red of her nipples made them impossible to not stare at...not that any of the patrons were subtle about staring. A couple of men stepped away from the end of the bar just before she passed and tried to talk her up. Patti paused. I could hear her laughing as she hopped onto a stool which they volunteered. One of the men waved the bartender over and a minute later handed my wife a drink. Both men laid claim to Patti by each placing a hand on one of her sexy thighs. A moment later both hand vanished under her skirt. Patti made no effort to stop them. I watched their seduction play out while debating what to do; after all these were real men, not imaginary lunch dates. Patti spotted me as I slid out of the booth. She pushed their hands away, stepped down from the barstool, and adjusted her skirt. I stood my ground. All I could hear of their conversation was "...my husband." Both men backed off. But Patti wasn't finished teasing me and turned to kiss each of her new friends. Each took advantage of her willing mouth and groped her ass during their embrace. I tossed my suit coat into the booth and shot them my best "I'm going to kick both of your asses look." Either that worked or they saw the steak knife in my hand. It didn't matter because the both disappeared into the crowd.
