On Thursday something totally unexpected happened. Robert sent a text to Irene saying that he had to go down to the south coast unexpectedly and would have to postpone their dinner and could she make it the following Friday?
For the rest of the day Lots of different feelings and thoughts were rolling around in Irene's head, but, before she'd thought much at all she text back that the following Friday would be fine.
The first feeling, although not necessarily the strongest was disappointment, then relief, then annoyance.
In the evening she told Oscar, who felt great disappointment, but he knew what his role should be, and asked Irene what her reaction was, but first he wanted to know what her reply had been.
"Oh, I text back straight away that next Friday would be fine. I did it without thinking really." She confessed.
Oscar was very relieved to hear that the date was still on, just postponed, but then he wanted to explore Irene's feelings a bit more.
"Tell me what your first reaction was, before you had time to think too much." Oscar asked.
"Disappointment," Irene answered without hesitation, "yes, disappointment that I had got myself all geared up to have lunch with him, I'd bought new clothes, I was even looking forward to it a bit, and it was being delayed."
"Ok, yes, I'm disappointed too, but glad that it's just postponed, not cancelled." Oscar admitted.
"Well, that was my second thought, why didn't I take the chance to cancel it?" Irene pondered.
"Perhaps because you want it to go ahead?"
"Maybe. Do you think he's gone off the idea of having lunch with me and is trying to be polite about it?" Irene wondered out loud.
"Absolutely not! I'm sure he is as disappointed as we are. You are a very attractive woman, and I'm sure he fancies you like crazy." Oscar insisted.
"Really? Do you think he fancies me that much?" Irene asked, secretly enjoying the things her adoring husband was saying.
"I'm sure he does. Anyway, I've had a thought, why don't we go out tomorrow night, and you can wear your new clothes for me, I know a new place that is supposed to be really cool, what do you think?" Oscar asked.
"I think that would be lovely darling, I'll dress nicely for you, although, I may have to get something else for next Friday."
"Why will you have to get something else?" Oscar asked
"Because I want to wear something you haven't seen, because I think the mystery will make it more exciting for you, ok?"
"Ok, that's a deal."
Friday evening Oscar and Irene were both getting ready to go out. Irene swapped her boring daytime panties and bra for a brand new, unworn black lacy thong and uplift bra, and Oscar, who was busy pulling on his jeans was immediately excited.
"Were you intending to wear that set for lunch with Robert?" He asked incredulously.
"Yes, why, don't you like them?"
"I love them, it's just..." Oscar ran out or words.
"Just what?" Irene demanded.
"They're so incredibly sexy!" He managed to say, unable to take his eyes off his wife.
"Did I do wrong, I thought you wanted me to dress sexy?" Irene asked, feeling a little annoyed.
"No, you did nothing wrong, you did everything right, I just hadn't expected you to be so... daring." Oscar tried to explain.
"Well maybe I'm not quite as boring as you thought." Irene taunted.
"Apparently not." Oscar answered as he put on a stripy cotton shirt.
Irene next selected a pair of hold up tan stockings, which were still in the packet. She opened the packet, took out the stockings and started to pull them up her legs.
"Oh God, stockings..." Oscar whispered, almost to himself.
"Do you like them?" Irene taunted.
"God yesss!!" Oscar almost hissed.
Oscar's little penis had risen to it's full 4" majesty and Irene noticed immediately.
"Are you turned on by how I look, or by that fact that I was intending to dress like this for lunch with Robert?" Irene goaded her husband.
"Both, I guess, mostly the latter I think."
"Good, that was the point, the clothes are to turn you on, not him." Irene explained, chuckling a little.
"So, shall I get a new sexy outfit for next Friday? I don't want to wear an outfit which you've seen, do you understand?" Irene explained her need for a new outfit.
"Yes, that's good, get a new outfit. Will I get to see it at some point?" Oscar asked, still very excited.
"Yes, of course, but only afterwards, Friday evening, I expect." Irene teased.
"Oh I see, so I get turned on when I see what you were wearing to have lunch with Robert, and then we have wild sex, is that the idea?" Oscar enquired, grinning broadly.
"Probably, although you mustn't think the sex is guaranteed, I might keep you frustrated." Irene teased again.
"Well, I'm really turned on now, are we going out or going straight to bed?" Oscar queried, his cock still at full mast.
"We're going out, silly, I've just got all dressed up!"
"You know there will be lots of guys admiring you in those sexy clothes, don't you?" Oscar suggested, enjoying the sexy banter between him and his newly flirty wife.
"If you say so, now go away until I'm ready, pour yourself a drink, and bring some cava for me, to get us in the mood." Irene demanded.
"I'm definitely in the mood already, but the drink sounds good," Oscar said over his shoulder as he left the room.
An hour later Oscar and Irene entered the bar which Oscar had mentioned. It was super cool, full of young high flyers, and they both felt a little out of place, but as they worked their way through to the bar, Irene noticed that Oscar appeared to be right. Sexy younger men were checking her out, looking at her breasts as she approached, and then her bum as she moved past them. Some looked her in the eyes and smiled.
Irene was starting to think that she shouldn't have fought so hard against Oscar when he tried to get her to dress in a more sexy style. She had just taken it as part of his campaign to get her to have sex with other men, but that evening she realised that it was nice to be appreciated by other men, that it made her feel warm and tingly, and she was definitely getting turned on by the attention.
They finally made it to the bar, and as Oscar tried to get a barman's attention Irene whispered in his ear.
"Lots of men have been checking me out, looking at my boobs and my bum, smiling at me, I'm not used to it, but it's kind of nice." Irene confessed.
"I've been telling you for ages that you've let yourself become dowdy, and that you should dress more sexy. You're enjoying the attention then?" Oscar asked, excited by her revelation.
"Yes, I seem to be, you don't mind do you?" Irene queried.
"No, of course not, it turns me on, as you know, but it also makes me feel good because they fancy you and you're my wife. It strokes my ego. It makes me think, 'I may have a small prick, but look at the beautiful wife who adores me'."
Finally a pretty barmaid noticed Oscar and he ordered their drinks. Irene watched the transaction and she noticed that the girl flirted with Oscar. She was in her twenties and fairly attractive, yet she definitely flirted, and he flirted back, which Irene had seen happen countless times before. Women and girls actually liked Oscar, they saw him as witty, and attractive, so they flirted with him, and he flirted back.
This was clearly an interaction which both parties enjoyed. The girls weren't offering him sex, he wasn't asking for sex, but they were both enjoying acknowledging that they found each other attractive, and that maybe, if circumstances were different, they might have had some fun together.
"She flirted with you." Irene challenged.
"Who?" Oscar queried, somewhat alarmed.
"The pretty young barmaid. Don't pretend you didn't notice her, you flirted back!" Irene challenged.
"Ah...um...true" Oscar admitted, reluctantly.
"Did you enjoy it, the mutual flirtation?" Irene demanded an answer.
"Yes, well, of course, she is very pretty." Oscar admitted, wondering how the evening had gone so horribly wrong.
"Oscar, my love, I think I've been terribly stupid. I seem to have convinced myself that I have to behave like a nun, and dress like an ancient mama, just because I'm married. I'm sorry Oscar, I had assumed that when you were trying to get me to buy more sexy clothes it was because you wanted me to sleep with other men, but now I suspect that you wanted a wife you could be proud of, not be embarrassed by. Am I right?"
Oscar was astounded by this damascene conversion. It had to be an opportunity for him, but he knew he had to play his game very carefully, and not overplay his hand.
"Yes my love, you are absolutely right. Will you now change the way you dress? I'm happy for you to spend some money changing your wardrobe, then maybe you can enjoy other men appreciating how attractive you are and maybe flirt a little, just for the fun of it, what do you think?"
"Oh yes Oscar, that would be wonderful, I'm so sorry I've been so stupid, I'll make sure I'm a wife you can be proud of in future."
