Greg and Peggy left another session at their counselors, a once per week session, one of many in the past six months. They had been in counseling since the couple had decided that their relationship and sex life was, well, in a word, dead.
"I'm glad you decided to make a change into wearing sexier clothes, you do have a great looking body, honey. You really do have nice curves!" Greg said as he opened the door for his wife and she slid into their car.
"I know you and the counselor are right, I can't just sit around and do nothing, and my lack of sex drive comes from not being active. I'm also going to start exercising more, and find some sort of hobby." Peggy replied. "I just need to make some real changes in my life."
"Let's go to the mall and find you a couple of sexy outfits to wear, honey." Greg patted her left leg as they drove to the mall. "And I'd like for you to wear more dresses instead of jeans or sweat pants. You do have a great looking body, and I'd like for you to show it off more. Maybe you should make sex your hobby, I know I'd like that. Mmm, yes, sex as a hobby, sounds good to me!"
"Okay, a few sexy outfits that I'll wear for you, but I'm not going out dressed like some sort of . . . of . . ." Peggy stammered slightly, not wanting to say the word.
"The term 'slut' comes to mind. If you would be more of a slut around the house, I would sure enjoy the show! And maybe, just maybe, we would have more fun together. I would sure as hell rather see you in a see through blouse, and micro-mini skirt, rather than the dumb sweats you wear now. " Greg chatted as they headed for the local mall.
By the time the couple left the mall, Peggy had purchased a fitted, button front dress, a shear blouse, short navy blue skirt, and several sets of sexy bras, panties, and stockings, not pantyhose, plus two pair of high heels.
"Why don't you shower, and wear the sexy, new dress, hot lingerie, and we'll go out to dinner. I'll call for reservations." Greg requested as they finished bringing her outfits up to their bedroom, and spreading them out on the bed.
In her late forties, Peggy is a good looking woman, with just a few pounds to loose, and shape up. A 35 C, and 26 inch waist, plus well shaped ass, she could still turn heads, but she dressed in ill-fitting jeans, and sweatshirts, mostly. Even when she did dress up to go out she wore outfits that covered more than they revealed, and did not show off her elegant figure. Gregg, too was a good looking male, just fifty, needing to shape up also, he needed to improve his wardrobe too.
At seven the couple left for the high end steakhouse where he had made reservations. The thirty minute drive from their home gave them a chance to talk a bit more about what the counselor had discussed with them that morning about their sex life.
"And I think she is right, you need to be a bit more exhibitionistic, show off your figure more, don't cover yourself up so much." Greg commented as he reached over and unbuttoned two more buttons on her dress, exposing her nylon covered thighs.
"And I suppose you'd like for me to show a bit more cleavage?" Peggy quipped.
"That would be great, honey, you do have great looking tits!" Greg smiled as he watched his wife open one more button at the top of her dress, showing just a bit more of her upper cleavage. "How 'bout one more, honey?"
"I'm not sure, I don't want to get us in trouble, or anything." She said, just slightly embarrassed. She had never been a woman who enjoyed revealing too much of her body in public, and she tended to even turn off the lights in the bedroom when they made love.
"Honey, nobody will complain, and you do look hot tonight!" eyeing her beautiful cleavage as they made their way through traffic. "Like I said, let's make this a really hot hobby! The hotter the better, I say!"
By the time they reached the restaurant, the top of her dress was open to the middle of her bust line, and just one button below the lacy top of her bra. Greg pulled up to the valet and stopped the car. Two young gentlemen approached each side of the car and opened their doors, Greg stepped out, and Peggy made a bit of a show of exiting the car, giving the young man a nice view of her thighs as she stepped out of the car.
"I don't believe I just did that." Peggy said softly as the couple now approached the doorway to the restaurant.
"Did what, sweety?" Greg asked.
"I just spread my legs just a bit unladylike, when I got out of the car."
"Mmm, I'll bet that was a nice show. I guess he'll remember you." Greg said as he patted her ass when he opened the door. "I am glad you did that, show off your legs, ahh, I do love those legs, especially when they are wrapped around me."
"Greg, shush, somebody might hear you."
They walked up to the maitre'd stand, standing there for a moment while the maitre'd finished his phone conversation.
"May I help you?" he eyed them a bit suspiciously. He was obviously looking for a young, hot couple to complement his restaurants style.
"Yes, reservations for Sanford." Greg replied in an upbeat tone.
"Umm, I don't see your name here?" The maitre'd perused his reservation list.
"I called about two hours ago, and spoke with a young woman." Greg commented as he watched the man rapidly looking up and down the reservation menu.
Peggy noticed that the man had slipped his pencil down, across what might be their reservation. She moved, and leaned forward a bit, knowing the maitre'd had a view down the top of her dress, allowing him a much better view of her breasts. Peggy was now doing something she had never done, even while dating Greg, using her body to attract attention, especially the attention of a strange male.