Another year, another series of wagers on the Red Sox - Yankees rivalry with my wife! I had won two season-series bets in a row and used those to "persuade" her to show more of herself in public settings. Dana remained fairly conservative at other times, but I knew that she had been excited by the exhibitionism I had arranged, so much so that she had sex with the shoe salesman last fall! That incident had gone well beyond what I intended, but ultimately there was no harm done.
As usual I let Dana lay out her wager for the season's head-head competition first, and she proposed a trip to Las Vegas, complete with fine dining and a show of her choice. I wanted an island vacation, with my choice of swimsuits for her. My imagination conjured up a vision of Dana in a string bikini and I had an immediate erection. Dana wrinkled her nose at that and balked until I sweetened her end of the bet if she won with a second dinner in Vegas, but....even if she won, the after-dinner entertainment would be my choice on that second night. That sold the bet.
The season didn't go as well for my Red Sox as the previous two. I bought far too many truffles for single game losses and ended up paying for most of the series lunches as well. Paying for the lunches was no great hardship - I enjoyed our time together and the lunches reminded me of the days when our mutual attraction was growing. We typically had lunch on a Saturday or Sunday, and usually ended up in bed for some afternoon delight upon returning home, my wife getting frisky - as was almost always the case after a few glasses of wine. No great sacrifice there!
By mid-August Dana was feeling confident enough to book the Vegas hotel and tickets for a long weekend in November. Sadly, she wasn't wrong; the Yankees swept the next series in New York, clinching the season head-head win. My lovely wife thoroughly enjoyed watching the deciding game, while I tried to fight off the frustration with the players and manager I typically felt when we lost to the Yankees.
The next order of business was for her to pick the restaurants for Friday and Saturday night. She enjoyed researching which ones she wanted and ended up choosing two of the best in town. Her entertainment choice for Friday night was Cirque de Soleil, because several friends had told her how unique the show was. She asked me what I was choosing to do on Saturday night and I could honestly say I hadn't decided. In fact, I hadn't even looked yet.
"Since you're being so good about this I'll dress more sexily than usual for you both nights," she told me. "It is Vegas after all, and what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I thought I detected some kind of hidden meaning in that comment, but probably not.
I began browsing the web looking for entertainment that was going to be available while we were in Vegas. Nothing caught my eye the first two times I looked, but on the third try something popped up - an amateur contest at one of the high-class strip clubs, being held on the Saturday night we were there. Surely this was fate! I knew my chances of talking Dana into doing this were virtually zero - even the $1,000 first prize wouldn't tempt her - but I thought it would be fun to take her to the club anyway. Just seeing Dana's reaction to the place would make my night, and there was always the chance it would excite her.
The week before our trip was busy for Dana; she did all the necessary grooming stops even though I thought she was a natural beauty - hair, nails, eyebrows, eyelashes - the list was endless. She had already bought the two dresses for the trip, refusing to show them to me beforehand. "They're your surprise present" she told me. Fine, I could wait.
We took a late morning flight and got to Vegas in the early afternoon. After checking in we explored the hotel for a while, checking out the shops and casino and wandering by the pool area. Soon it was time to get ready for our early dinner, as we had to make it to a 9:30 show afterward.
As usual, my preparations didn't take long - shower, touch up my shirt, pants and sports coat with the iron and then watch Dana get ready for the evening. I had learned long ago that women were complicated - so many things to perfect in the process of getting ready for a special evening. But I had nowhere to be, and watching Dana primp in various degrees of undress was hardly a chore. And the result? Well, the result was always worth the wait.
This time was no exception, though she did make me wait for it. The room was a typical Las Vegas suite, complete with an ensuite bathroom. Once I was out of the way Dana showered and did her hair and makeup while wearing one of the plush robes that came with the room. Then the bathroom door closed, her clothing already in a hanging bag in there.
"I'm not allowed to watch you dress?" I asked as she began to close the door. "I enjoy that almost as much as watching you undress."
"Not tonight," she told me with a conspiratorial smile. "I promised to dress more sexily than usual for you and I want you to get the full effect."
"Something to look forward to!" I declared. "Maybe I'll sneak a peek."
"Nope," she said, closing the door. The lock clicked loudly and I knew there would be no peeking.
Twenty minutes later Dana proved once again that the wait was worth it as the door opened and a vision of loveliness emerged. Dana was dressed in a glittering navy-blue dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The hem of the dress was halfway up her thighs - combined with 3-inch stilettos it made her already long legs look endless. I followed the snug dress up her legs and over her slim hips to the top. The dress had spaghetti straps that supported a deep, plunging neckline. The curves of Dana's generous breasts were overflowing the top enough that a bra, if she were wearing one, could only support them from below. My gaze finally arrived at my wife's lovely face, framed by her long raven hair. She turned to show me the back of the dress, which only consisted of straps holding the front in place. So, no bra, which was very rare for my wife. When she turned back she was looking at me apprehensively, as if she weren't sure I would like the dress.
"Wow," I said softly and slowly. Dana just didn't dress like this - ever - so this was a special moment.
"Does that mean you like it?" she asked.
"That would be an understatement," I told her. "I love it - I love you in it!"
The brilliant smile I loved so much came over her face. "It's not too....I don't know....obvious?"
I stood and went over to her. "It looks like you're ready for a fantastic evening in Las Vegas - a wonderful dinner followed by a special show. Unless, that is, you're willing to let me undress you and ravish you like I want to right now. The dress definitely inspires me."
"Later Tiger," she told me. "We have dinner reservations and a show to go to first tonight. If we leave now we can have a drink at the bar before dinner."
Getting a little alcohol in my lovely wife seemed like a very good idea, so I threw my sports coat on and guided her out the door. We took a cab to the restaurant; I could see that the driver was checking his rear-view mirror regularly, enjoying the view. I couldn't blame him. We checked in at the reception desk, acknowledged that we were early and headed to the bar. My usually conservative wife had a martini and I had a Manhattan. Halfway through our drinks we were told that our table was ready; I settled our bar tab and we made our way to the table.
Dana's reward for the season win was everything she hoped it would be. Dinner was magnificent, a virtuoso performance of sight, smell and taste. We topped it off with a bottle of very good wine and, though we wanted to linger, had to head off for the show. That was everything she hoped it would be as well, an incredible production with aspects I never thought I would see on a stage.
All of this was enhanced by seeing my lovely wife in her incredible dress - I tried very hard not to talk to her cleavage at dinner! During the show we held hands while she watched the show with rapt attention. My own attention was more on her, and I stole glances at her lovely face and fabulous cleavage as often as I could. I tried moving my hand down to her thigh, which was more than half exposed and very tempting, but Dana was too focused on the show to allow that distraction.
When we got back to the hotel I was all for going back to the room, eager to unwrap my lovely wife. But Dana was full of energy after the dinner and show and wanted to go to the hotel bar. We ended up going to the casino instead. Checking out the various tables Dana decided she wanted to learn how to play craps, so we found a $20 table and joined the game.
