On the morning of our 10th anniversary I gave my wife, Sue, her present. She promptly opened it to find, as she had suspected, a set of exotic lingerie - black lace hold-up stockings, a tiny peephole bra, and a minute lace micro-thong which might just cover the vital parts if she did not move, in which case the miniscule garment could almost disappear inside!
Obviously her reply was a very sexy kiss, and she laughingly told me that she would wear these all day except for this evening when she knew I had already booked a table at our favourite restaurant. "As usual I don't intend wearing anything at all under my dress," she chuckled. "I have never done so for any anniversary and I don't intend doing so at all future ones!"
She then went on to tell me that she was reserving her present to me until after the meal. "I have a surprise for you, something you have dreamed about but have never had as far as I am aware. But I know you will enjoy it," she explained mysteriously.
So off I went to work, knowing that as it was a Friday we could really enjoy ourselves tonight with no thoughts of having to be at work tomorrow.
I was home before Sue as a rule, but tonight she had beaten me to it, explaining that a colleague of hers had promised to finish her work for her as it was a special occasion.
She went upstairs for her bath and I saw to various little things around the house until it was my turn for the bathroom. We have always played a little game about this, that on our anniversaries neither of us saw the other partner undressed until after the meal. For the meal itself Sue would be dressed with nothing at all underneath, although last year she did put on a pair of self-supporting fishnet stockings. I, too, would wear just an open-necked shirt and a pair of thin cotton trousers with no underclothing either. After the meal we would have a short drive out into the country and find somewhere private and secluded and make love outside the car, or inside should the weather be against us.
And so I did not see Sue until it was time to go, when I called her and saw her mode of dress for the first time.
"Like it?" she asked me. "I bought these today."
'These' were an outrageously see-through white chiffon top and a pleated micro-skirt which came, I would guess, to no more than an inch below her crutch! But when she gave a twirl the pleats allowed the skirt to billow out and nothing was hidden at all!
I moved towards her to be told to "Wait - touch me AFTER the meal - that's the ritual!" she laughed.