"I don't think we could sell any CDs if you were naked!" My husband's frustrated outburst captured my attention. And that started me thinking. I took a few seconds but quickly made up my mind.
"Honey, how would you feel if I wore something a little distracting to the booth tomorrow?" I let the question sit there as W thought about his answer.
"You mean, something tight or showing cleavage or something?" At first he looked skeptical, maybe even concerned, but his expression softened into a grin as I nodded.
"Yeah, something like that. Something to draw the men to our booth. After all, we both know that sex sells." I chuckled at the worn-out marketing slogan from years ago. "I brought that dress with me just in case we had a great weekend of sales and had something to celebrate. Your know, that ivory dress that goes so well with my colors." And for a few seconds, I stared off in space somewhere as I imagined myself wearing that dress to peddle software.
The floor-length dress showed off my cleavage with the neckline being wide and deep. If I bent over even a little, it fell open and showed everything but my nipples. And the floor-length skirt had a slit running up the right leg so high that I could wear no panties at all. And perhaps my favorite part of all was the material it was made of. The cloth was thin and flimsy satin, allowing my nipples to poke at the top as if they were trying to pierce it. I love my nipples and the attention they always get. They are large and long, about as thick as a typical thumb and maybe half the length to the first joint. In short, my nipples were no small thing, and they always received a lot of attention whenever I wore something that showed them off, which was often.
I knew that the dress would flash enough tit flesh to draw men to our booth. Hell, I figured that it would draw a few women, too, and I wasn't opposed to that. W knew that I had shared my bed with several women before we met, and several more after that. He loved to watch, and I loved for him to watch. Nothing turned me on more than to taste a sweet pussy and watch W jerk off to the entertainment. I considered that to be the best of both worlds, unless you included him fucking me while I licked that sweet pussy.
Anyway, once at our booth, I believed that my nipples would tease them to hang around. And if they would hang around, I was confident that W and I could sell a lot of CDs.
We were sitting in the cafe attached to the convention center, enjoying lunch during the first day of the show. This was the largest computer convention in the southeast and we had spent the last of our money to come here and kick off our new business. And looking at my husband, it seemed that he was not so optimistic about our success as I had hoped. As a result, we were mentally thrashing around for ideas that would increase our sales.
My mind was made up before W could actually respond to this new idea, but his expression told me everything I needed to know. It was a go, and just thinking about it made my pussy leak some juices into my jeans. I smiled seductively at him and he just smiled back. I was used to reading and even writing legal documents, and I had thoroughly reviewed the contract we had signed when renting the booth, so I knew the convention center had no rules against sexy dresses. In fact, when we had visited this same convention last year, I was amazed at the number of beautiful women wearing sexy and very revealing outfits in the booths. As I considered it, I was amazed that I hadn't thought about this before.
"So you would wear that sexy dress just to sell more of my software?" W knew how much I loved him and would do anything for him, so I was a little surprised at his question.
"Sweetheart, I would do much more than that if it helped sell your software CDs. Remember, we are in this together. We have both spent a lot of time and all our money to start this company. So you get the fame and I get to spend the money. That was our agreement, right?" I paused to look at him and we shared a laugh. My pussy leaked a little more juice as I considered what I just promised my husband, and then I stopped short at that thought.
"Honey, I know you like it when I wear sexy clothes, and I know that it turns you on when others notice me in those clothes. But this is a little different. Instead of a few people at the next table in a restaurant, this will be a few thousand people walking by. And instead of a few people seeing a little cleavage, this will be thousands of men and women looking down my top to see as much as they can. And instead of it being an hour or so until we leave the restaurant, this will be ten hours or more. Are you sure you are okay with that?" I was serious about this question. As much as I enjoyed when W showed me off in public, it was always a quick tease and then we were gone. This time it will be hours and hours of men and women staring at me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, and I had no idea how he would feel about that.
And again I felt my pussy juices leak into my jeans. I grinned, thinking that part of me actually liked this idea...
W looked at me with a clear hunger in his eyes, and I realized exactly how he felt about the idea. I grinned at his expression, hoping that no one else in the restaurant could tell what we were talking about. And then W spoke.
"Truthfully, Jenny, I am desperate enough to try anything. You know that we have bet everything on the success of this business. I really don't know what we will do if this thing fails." His face took on a look of defeat, as if he had already lost the race. Summoning all the wifely faith and confidence I could, I reached across the table and took his hands in mine and smiled at him.
"Honey, you have created a bunch of excellent software programs that are simple to use and indispensable to every small business. They can put off spending thousands on business accounting and personnel software by spending ten bucks on your CD. It is impossible for you to not succeed." I honestly believed my own words, but the goal was to get W to believe them. So I smiled and pulled my hands back. Grinning at him, I grabbed my boobs and jiggled them up and down for a few seconds. My eyes held an evil tease as I played with my tits.
"Besides, I am sure these girls will draw them and keep them long enough for us to sell a shitload of CDs." W paused for a moment, clearly distracted by my tits, and causing my pussy to leak even more juices. At this rate, I was going to need to head for the restroom to clean myself up. Or maybe I could get W to crawl under the table and do that cleanup for me. And thinking about this caused even more juices to flow.
Gazing into his eyes, I was reminded once again how much I loved this man, and how much I wanted him to succeed. But his expression morphed into that concerned, almost defeated, look he had a few seconds earlier.
It was obvious that W was really frustrated. His real name was Wallace but he hated it when people called him that. So we just called him W and left it at that. And, truthfully, we were both frustrated with the results from the first day of this convention.
W was my husband of twenty years. We had met in a small business class in Princeton. He was majoring in software engineering and I was studying marketing, and this one class was important to both majors. W was something of a Geek, but not the typical nerd that we often see in movies. He was tall and dark and handsome, and I guessed his weight at maybe two hundred and ten pounds. He was no body builder, but he clearly had muscles that nicely padded his slim and trim body. He wore his light brown hair neatly trimmed and collar length. And I was impressed that he seemed to be able to actually talk with a woman without choking up. In short, he was good enough for my first year in college.
