I watched my wife walk in and out of her closet grabbing clothes. I shifted restlessly on the bed, unable to sit still as I watched.
She had just gotten home from work and was still in her business attire. Her hair was up in a tight bun, and she still had her glasses on. She was wearing a black jacket over a white blouse, and had a on a pretty tight skirt that accentuated her curves. Stocking covered her legs, though she had left her high heals near the door, and I could hear the soft sound of her feet as she walked around on the hardwood floor.
"I left some money for pizza on the counter, and there's beer in the fridge," I heard her say from inside out walk-in closet.
"Thank you Honey," I replied back, softly.
She emerged from the closest without the jacket. It looked like she'd taken off her skirt as well, but her blouse now hung down to her legs, covering the things I would love to see.
As I continued to squirm, the springs made an audible creak.
She turned to me and smiled. It was that smile she always gave me on nights like this. One part devilish, one part innocent. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks.
She turned to the mirror. She had a hanger in each hand, with a dress hanging from each.
One was a tight black dress, that would have followed the curves of her body precisely. The other was a bright sundress, more loose and flowey, but very lowcut leaving little to the imagination.
She put each in front of herself, seeing how it looked on her in the mirror before spinning to face me and doing the same.
"Which one do you think I should wear? For tonight?"
"I.." my voice came out hoarse, and I had to clear my throat before continuing. She giggled.
"You know how much I love sundresses dear," I replied finally.
"It is so pretty... and it's such a lovely day. You're right, I think it'll be perfect!"
She knelt down and kissed me on the forehead, then hung the sundress by the mirror and returned to the closet.
