I was having breakfast Friday morning when my wife, Mary, walked into the kitchen, her heels loudly click-clacking on the tiled floor, making me look up in surprise. I watched her pour herself a cup of coffee, then sit down at the other side of the kitchen table.
"Should I be worried?" I asked when our eyes met.
I didn't know if she thought I would not notice the subtle changes in her dressing over the last few days. She always dressed conservatively, especially for work, wearing grey midi skirts or pants, simple white blouses and ballet flats with pantyhose. I thought it was a smart business look, but that had changed, and seeing her dressed for work, wearing her 4cm black pumps that she had only worn on special occasions, beige nylons, a black pencil skirt that exposed her knees, not to mention the frilly blouse I began to wonder why. I could see that she had applied more makeup than she used to, although it wasn't over-the-top sexy, it was obvious to anyone who knew her. To be honest, over the years, I wished she would dress sexier and show off her beauty instead of hiding it, but for her, modesty was the norm, so I had to ask the question.
"Worried about what?" She replied.
"Worried about our marriage?"
"Why would you worry about our marriage?"
"I don't know. Maybe the way you dress lately."
"Oh, that's got nothing to do with our marriage. You don't think I cheat on you, do you?"
"Well, now you say it..."
"Don't be daft! I would never cheat on you, not even think of it."
"Then what's going on?"
"I should have told you, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Don't get worked up, David. It's really nothing. A couple of months ago, a young lad called Jimmy started to work in the warehouse. He is a bit full of himself, thinks he is a ladies' man, and flirts with all the women in the office. We just brush him off and laugh about it."
"You never mentioned him."
"Umm, I guess not. Nevertheless, Julie came up with the idea of putting money in a jar, and the one who he asked out first would take the money. We all put in our 20s and, more or less, try to be the winner. A couple of the girls have gone out somewhat, but none of us wanted to overdo it and cause trouble at home. So far, he has not made a move on any of us."
"Isn't everyone in the office married?"
"Yes, they are, but it is just harmless fun. None of us has any intention to step out on our husbands."
"Good to hear, but what happens if he asks one of you out?"
"She will have to have a drink with him, then she can collect the money, and it is over."
"Isn't that a step too far? How will any one of you explain that to the husband?"
"I guess it is, but, well, Julie said to make it more exciting the winner has to have a drink with him before she can collect the money. I wasn't sure about it, but the girls agreed, and after some persuasion, I relented too. She suggested we all have a drink on that day after work so the husband of the winner will not get suspicious."
"So, you started to dress a bit sexier to get his attention?"
"I suppose you can say that, but I had no success. I noticed that he does check out the legs of the girls, so I thought, I might just show a little bit more while the others decided on showing more cleavage."
"I see. I have to go now, but we'll talk about it more tonight," I said, putting my empty cup in the dishwasher.
"Okay, have a great day. Love you."
"Love you too," I said, kissing her cheek on my way out, but then stopping at the door, I looked back and said, "And good luck with your seduction."
I wasn't sure why I encouraged her in their behaviour. I trusted my wife, even though she did not tell me about their little game, it was too weird not to be true. The day passed slowly, and I could not shake the thought of her teasing a young lad in the office. Somehow the thought was exciting, but at the same time, I felt a jealous churn in my guts, and that confused me. Was teasing okay? I guess so. Was it cheating? No, not really, but what if she went further, kissing him, touching him, even fucking him? I kept asking myself, and every time, the immediate answer was divorce, then maybe, not sure, definitely, she would not do that to us, to me. By the time it was knock-off time, my mind wasn't any clearer about what I could accept and what not, but I knew I had a chance to get her dress sexier, even though it came with a huge risk. At dinner time, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervous jealousy knowing what I wanted to say, I broached the subject.
"I have no objection to you teasing the lad," I said, looking at her.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am. In fact, I will help you in your endeavour."
"Really?" She looked at me, surprised.
"Yes. But I want you to keep me in the loop. No secrets."
"Sure, no secrets, I promise."
"We'll go shopping on Saturday to get the right stuff for your success."
"Now, you are teasing me, aren't you?"
"Why would I do that? You said he steals glances at your legs, so obviously he is a so-called 'leg man'. We'll focus on that. Right now, you don't have the right clothing to fully show off your legs."
"I see."
And that we did. We bought 3 pairs of shoes, half a dozen fully fashioned stockings, miniskirts in different styles, short dresses and lingerie. I knew I was not completely honest with her and used this opportunity to steer her towards buying clothes she would have never considered. She was kinda reluctant at times when I suggested an item, but I managed to persuade her, hence the sexy lingerie too. That was only for us, but I told her she had to feel sexy and confident, not just look the part. Came Monday morning, I heard her heels click-clacking on the kitchen tiles.
"Do you like?" she asked, pirouetting in front of me.
"You will get his attention. Mark my words."
"I hope so. I want to beat the girls."
"How do you feel dressed like that?"
She was wearing her new, black, 8 cm stiletto pumps, fully fashioned Cuban-heeled stockings, a tight black skirt that just covered the welts of her stockings and a white blouse with a plunging neckline. I assumed she might have had one of the new lingerie sets under her clothing as well since she was wearing stockings. She walked over to my side of the table with her cuppa and sat beside me, crossing her legs. Her skirt hiked up on her thighs, showing the welts of her stockings.
"A bit nervous and excited at the same time, to be honest. I know you always wanted me to dress like this. Are you not worried other men will like what they see?" She said, smiling.
"No, not until they become handsy."
"Okay, so I won't have to be worried about a raging, jealous husband when I leave the house?"
"No, you don't as long as your actions pass the husband test," I said, and standing up, I kissed her cheek.
"I am glad."
"Have a great day, sexy," I said, looking back from the door, then walked out of the kitchen and the house.
It was about eleven o'clock when I got a text message from her. 'It's working. He followed me around the warehouse, and when he came to the office, he ignored all the other girls and stood beside my desk, stealing glances at my legs. He complimented my look several times while we spoke,' she texted. 'Who wouldn't, you sexy slut?' I replied, shocking myself as I had never called her a slut before. When I realised that I called her a slut I became worried, expecting her wrath, but instead, she sent me a thumbs up and a smiling emoji.
That night and the next few nights, we had wild sex. Seeing her dressed so sexy, and the thought of the young lad lusting after my wife turned me on in ways I did not expect. I could not keep my hands off her and my cock out of her. She was eager too and told me dressing so sexy made her feel so much more desirable, and she felt her body was on fire. She wore a different outfit every day, all accentuating her gorgeous legs, and she kept telling me Jimmy took every opportunity to check her out, compliment her, and she began to return his flirting. I wasn't sure about the flirting bit, but I guessed that was part of the girls' game and would stop once he asked one of them out.
Thursday night, arriving home, I saw the excitement in her eyes. Sitting at the kitchen table, she was fidgety, so I asked.
"What's going on? I can see on your face you want to tell me something."
"He asked me out," she blurted out.
"I never doubted he would."
"He asked me to have a drink with him on Friday night. I told him I would think about it. What should I say?"
I felt a jealous twitch in my guts, hearing my wife asking if she could accept his invitation. Until that moment, it was just a possibility, something we talked about, a game I had become part of. The thought of the lad lusting after my wife turned me on, and that I could not deny. I knew I was playing with fire, knew what the lad aimed for, but I did trust my wife. I did trust she would not let it get out of hand and cause problems in our marriage. Going too far would be a deal-breaker.
"I am okay with it, just remember the husband test," I blurted out.
"Are you sure?" she asked demurely.
"Yes, you are one step away from winning. Don't blow it now."
She got up and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me passionately.
"I will always pass the husband test. You are the best husband anyone can have, David," she said, kissing me passionately.
Came Friday morning, she walked into the kitchen wearing one of her new summer dresses. It was long enough to just cover the welts of her beige stockings while showing off ample cleavage. She had her 8 centimetre, strappy, stiletto sandals on her feet, displaying her red toenails in their glory. She looked hot and sexy, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt a jealous pang knowing she dressed for the lad.
"Do you think it is okay?" She asked, turning a full circle on her heels.
"Yes. Damn, you look hot."
"Glad you like. I hope Jimmy will like it too."
"I am sure you will give him a hard time."
"Do I give you a hard time?" She asked and sat beside me.
"Yes, you do. It's going to be difficult to focus on work today."
"I am sure you will manage," she said and squeezed my cock.
"I have to go," I said, and standing up, I kissed her.
"Remember I will be late tonight, David."
