My college sweetheart and I got married right out of college. I was lucky to score an attractive and very, very well-built wife and a good job in a good accounting firm. It allowed us to buy a nice, small row house in a nice neighborhood, populated by older folks, college professors, scientists, and retirees.
When I first saw Cathie, I was attracted to her immediately due to her fabulous hour glass figure with very large breast then tapering down to her waist and then flaring hips and a beautiful, full, shapely bottom. She was dressed to hide her assets but I could tell she had a great body. I had been roped into some volunteer work at a homeless center and there was Cathie. I chatted with her and found that she did all kinds of good deeds to help the less fortunate. Watching her in action, I saw that she refused no request for help or to accomplish a task. She was a real pleaser and I liked that about her.
As our relationship became more serious, I discovered where Cathie's pleasing attitude came from. I met her parents and saw that her father was a very dominant man, who expected immediate compliance with any of his orders or he would be very displeased. Hence, in a way, Cathie was trained to be a pleaser, especially to older men who she could identify as a father figure very early in life.
After our move into the new neighborhood, my wife established a routine: she would get up and go for coffee and the newspaper. Even though the store she went to was only a few blocks away, she said it got her going in the morning. A few times I looked out the window and saw one of our neighbors exiting his house at the same time and greet her and off they went in the same direction. He was a lot older and unattractive, short, losing his hair in the front but with unruly, curly hair covering the rest of the top of his head, and thick, black plastic glasses (I was told that Army issued glasses were referred to by the troops as BCDs -- birth control devices since they were so ugly you could not get laid wearing them. That what these glasses looked like.)
I asked Cathie about him and she told me that he was our neighbor, a nice old fellow who had the same routine as she. So, she would run into him most mornings. Even though I figured he timed it so as to walk with her, I was not concerned. First, who could blame him, my wife was attractive and had big, bountiful breasts, and hour glass figure with flaring hips that supported a big, beautiful bubble butt. Any man would want to be seen with her and, especially a man like him, who looked like he would have no success with the ladies. Secondly, I figured that my wife would hardly be attracted to a man like this old bachelor. So, she was safe with him.
One morning, Cathie asked if I wanted anything else while she went to the store for coffee and the paper, as she always did. As always, I said no without thinking. Just after she left, I remembered that there was something that I needed, so I went out to catch up with her and tell her. I saw her ahead of me with our neighbor. They were at the corner, about to cross the street, and I saw I neighbor take a broad step out to avoid a puddle there and turn and take my wife's hand to steady her as she sought to avoid the puddle. She did and they continued on, crossing the street.
However, he continued to hold her hand as they crossed. Like a couple. An odd sight -- Beauty and the Beast, I thought. Then something surprisingly stirred in me. A little frisson at seeing my wife as a couple with another man. I shook my head, thinking this was ridiculous and when they had safely crossed, Cathie disengaged her hand. I easily caught up with them, and Cathie introduced me to John Braun (I knew it wasn't brawn). He just nodded to me.
So, life went on. Then one Saturday morning, when I had to go into work, I saw Cathie getting dressed, which was unusual as she usually liked just lounging around Saturday mornings in very casual clothes. This time she had put on a dress, which flowed down from her waist to about 4 inches above her knees. She had also put make up on. I asked what the occasion was and she told me that John had asked her to go for a walk in the park behind our home. I asked why the dress for a walk in the park. She said that John was old fashioned and liked his women to wear dresses.
"His women! He thinks you are his woman!" I said.
"No, silly. I meant that he likes to see women wearing a dress so why not?"
I let it go but felt a little thrill at the thought that my wife was another man's women. I was ashamed of that thought and feeling and put it out of my mind. I thought nothing of it until the following day when I saw an envelope with her name on it in our mailbox. This was not mail but simply a plain envelope with her name hand written on it. I brought it to Cathie and she looked quizzically at it. When she opened it out fell a photograph. It was of Cathie, holding the hem of her dress in each hand with her hands spread out so that her legs, up to her crotch were displayed. The hem of her dress was just covering her panty clad pussy, which was not on display, but it was as close as one could come without displaying her panties.
"What the hell is this?!" I exploded. Exposing a part of her body, in a public park, no less, a part that should have been covered by her dress seemed inappropriate. The picture, while not displaying any intimate parts, seemed sexual, the smile on her face hinting at a willingness to show more.
Cathie's face reddened and she explained, somewhat sheepishly at first but then picked up steam, defending herself, "Well John is an amateur photographer. He even belongs to a photo club. He told me I should be a model, which was the nicest thing anyone has said to me. He told me he could direct me and put me in positions to best show my beauty. He took some shots and then told me I had great legs and I should show them. That's how this picture came about. He said in this letter that this was the best shot of the day and he thought I would like to see how lovely I looked."
I was stymied. She mentioned model. It was a sensitive subject with her. She had two college friends who were models. They were stick thin and she felt that she herself was much too big all over. I think she envied them and wished she could be a model. Her self-perception affected her self-image and self-confidence. I could not say this guy is probably just a dirty old man who wants to look at your body because, if I did, she would say, "See, you never thought I was good enough to be a model." Although this would confirm her own belief, it would be a long, cold time for me. So, I said nothing.
I picked up the photo again and looked at it. I was dismayed to realize that I felt a little thrill at the thought of my wife exposing her body to another man. I quickly put it down to banish the thought when my wife said to me, "Don't you think I look good in that picture?"
What could I say? I had to agree; and it was true too. So, that was it. The subject was dropped. However, I must say that when I looked out the window when Cathie would go for the paper and coffee and saw the guy meet up with her and walk down the street with her that I felt differently about this man who could command my wife to expose part of her body to him.
Things went along normally that week until Friday. When Cathie returned with coffee and the paper, she told me that John had asked her to go to a party on Saturday with him. The photo club members were gathering at the house of one of the members. He told my wife that the other members would tease him sometimes about being dateless. If my wife would go with him, it would put an end to their teasing. She agreed.
When she told me this, I said: "What?! You agreed to go on a date with another man? You cannot. You are a married woman. Married women do not date."
"No, silly, of course it is not a date date. It is an act of mercy. The poor man has been dateless for years I suspect and subject to teasing. It is such a small thing, going to a house party with him. It would help him immensely, he said, to be seen with such an attractive, young woman as me. And to get such a compliment as that felt good so, of course, I said yes."
I know my wife is a pleaser and has a good heart and she really did not see this as dating another man, just helping out a neighbor, and it would cost nothing. She was so sincere; I could not object further. Also, this annoying thing happened. At the thought of my wife going on a date with another man, my cock started to thicken. It was embarrassing and I wanted off the thought, so I held my tongue.
The next day, I witnessed my wife, for the first time, preparing for a date with another man. She was happily humming as she fixed her hair and applied her make up while sitting in front of the mirror in sexy garter belt and seamed stockings, black lace panties and bra. She looked hot with her bountiful cleavage spilling out of her bra.
