I wasn't too worried about how my wife would react to my inviting Tyrell over for dinner. She had known that I had been spending more and more time with him going to the bar each week. She also knew how important he was to my business. He had come in and completely reorganized my little clothing store which has increased efficiency and productivity greatly. I brag about him every night.
I walked in the door and dinner was almost ready. I helped set the table and sat down with my wife. "Honey, there is something I would like to ask you," I said. "Of course, dear. Whatever you need," She sweetly replied.
I took a deep breath and just came out and said it. "Honey, I invited Tyrell over for dinner tomorrow night. I hope you don't mind. He is so important to me, and I just want to show my appreciation," waiting patiently to hear her reply. "Of course, dear. Honestly, I am surprised he hasn't been over already the way you go on and on about him," she said smiling. I knew she would be ok with this. She is so warm and giving. "Honey, I want to make a good impression. Not only has he become a very close friend but he is important to our success. The way he has taken charge of the store has been so amazing. So maybe we could dress up a little. Put our best foot forward as they say," biting my lower lip I waited for her answer. "OK dear, what exactly do you want me to do?" She asked. "Well on the way home I bought you a new dress. Nothing too fancy but not as conservative as you usually wear. You are a beautiful woman and I think you should show that off," I said taking a floral sundress out of the bag I had brought home. The dress was just past the knees, but the front was very low cut. "Show it off? I will be on display in this dress. I'd be surprised if my breasts don't just pop out of this. Are you sure you want me to wear this for your friend?" She asked with genuine concern in her voice. "Definitely! You will look amazing. I just know Tyrell will love it. I just want you to look at beautiful as possible," I said hopefully. "I'll ask one more time dear. Are you sure I should wear this?" she said holding up the dress. "Yes please. It would mean the world to me," I nearly begged. "OK dear. I could never refuse you. Is there anything else?" she inquired. "Well, there is one more thing...." I paused not exactly sure how to tell her.
A few seconds passed. "What is it dear?" she asked again. "Well Tyrell is very old school. He believes in and demands respect. And trust me he has earned it. Well anyway, he likes being called sir. It's pretty much all I call him, and it has strengthened our friendship. He really appreciates it. Would you mind calling him sir as well? It is very important this all goes well for me," looking on hopefully.
"Wait, you call him sir? Like all the time? In the store and when you are out?" she asked confused. "Yes honey. I don't mind really. He likes it and I honestly think he deserves it," I explained. She looked me over slowly and said, "What do the other employees say about you calling him sir?" she asked. "We told them it is an inside joke. I tried only calling him that outside of work but when you call someone something long enough, I guess it becomes second nature," I explained. "Well, it is kind of odd BUT if it is that important to you, I will try to remember," she said so sweetly. "That is all I can ask honey," I said giving her a big kiss.
The next day at work I told Tyrell we were on for dinner just like he wanted. And as per his suggestion Christine would be wearing a low-cut top. I even told him all about our conversation about how I call him sir and how he likes it. He smiled wide. "How did she react to that?" he asked. "Well, she thought it was a bit strange honestly but said if it was important to me, she would try to remember to call you sir as well," I explained. "She actually agreed to that? Without any real argument? You both are perfect. I am so proud of you Little Tommy," he said. I was beaming. I don't know why his approval was so important to me, but I was happy to have it.
At the end of the day Tyrell said he was going to run home to change real fast. He would meet me at my place in about an hour. "Yes sir," I replied.
I ran home as fast as I could to make sure everything was ready. Something in my wanted everything to be just perfect. I told Christine that Tyrell would be here in about an hour, and she should shower. I will make sure the table is set and keep an eye on dinner to make sure the pot was stirred. She was making her spaghetti and meatballs. One of her specialties. I paid out her dress on the bed along with a pink thong I had picked up from my store. She never really wore a thong, and I was really hoping she would take the hint and just wear it. I knew her normal panties would leave a distinct line that would be noticeable. I was holding my breath hoping everything was perfect.
My wife got out of the shower, and I hadn't heard anything from her, so I was hopeful she just put on the thong I left out. About 20 minutes later she came out wearing the floral sundress. I must tell you that I was floored. She looked amazing. It was form fitting and thin. It was thin enough that when the light hit her just right it was practically see-through. I don't think she realized that, or she would never have worn it. I just realized that I hadn't left out a bra for her to wear and she must have taken that to mean that I didn't mean for her to wear one. I was shocked but pleased. I didn't want to say anything in fear of freaking her out and having her go put one on or worse, change completely. My mouth was on the floor unable to speak.
My wife smiled shyly and blushed. "Is this what you were looking for?" she asked coyly. "You're perfect," was all I could manage to say and gave her a huge hug and a kiss.