I stared at the calendar with great anxiety. That time of year had once again arrived. Our anniversary was one week away and my wife let me know it with a big red circle around the date on the calendar in our kitchen.
I must have gone into shock as I was standing there because I no longer heard our children, as they ate breakfast before school, nor did I hear my wife call for me to help with the morning "get the kids dressed" ritual.
I was snapped back into reality by her arms slipping around my waist and her lips softly kissing me on the back of my neck. "Worried?" she asked. "No." I confidently replied. "I've been thinking about the perfect anniversary gift for weeks."
She always knew when I was lying and she called my bluff when she waved a post-it note in front of me. "I guess you won't need this." she said.
"What is that?" I asked knowing that I'd been busted. "It's the address of the store where I registered my anniversary wish list." "I'll give to you, unless you think that your perfect gift would be better."
I didn't need to answer. She slipped the note into my shirt pocket, gave me a little peck on the lips and walked out of the kitchen.
I looked at the note "4504 Emory Lane, be there at 6:00." I slipped the note back into my pocket. "I guess I'll go there after work." I said to myself and headed out the door.
My day was very unproductive. All I could do was wonder to myself "what is this place my wife wants me to go to, and why do I have to be there at six?"
For the rest of the day, that question nagged at me. Finally the end of the day had come and I would at last get to see what this mystery was all about.
I found myself driving through the art district of town and then into a quiet shopping village. I looked at the shops, they all looked like locally owned unique gift shops. I had never been here before and I was beginning to wonder how my wife knew about it. I had thought that I knew about all her favorite stores.
I found 4504 at the end of a street lined with tall live oaks and book stores. "Lisa's" was the name of the store, but the name did not tell me what it was and the store front did little more to reveal it's secret, as it only showed fresh flowers in the windows and paperwhites blooming in windowbox's.
I nervously opened the door. A bell on the door announced my arrival. The room had a soft scent of lilac and classical music was playing in the background.
On display there was women's clothing but not just any kind of clothing. These clothes had a sophisticated, classy look to them.
I was greeted by a beautiful women dressed in a slim form fitting black skirt and the purple silk blouse. The outfit was perfectly accessorized with black stockings and metallic purple and silver high heeled shoes that matched her silver earrings. Her brunette hair was cut short and worn up with soft curls. Her eyes were big and brown. Her lips were full and bright red. Her skin was the shade of ivory and I stood in awe before her.
She was the most beautiful women I had ever seen.
"My I help you?" She asked with a sweet English accent.
I felt my legs becoming weak like I was about to pass out. Somehow I was able to pull myself together. "I have an appointment." I said, sounding a little overwhelmed by the whole scene. I handed her the note that my wife had given me that morning and stood their staring like and boy who had just seen his first Playboy.
"Oh yes." She said. "Your wife had asked us to show you some things that she had picked out." "Follow me and I will take you to the room where we do our little fashion shows." She led me towards the back of the store.
She talked to me as we made our way to the modeling room but I don't remember what she said. I was entranced by her movement. When she walked, her hips swayed side to side drawing my attention to the curve of her perfect round bottom. Her blouse was only buttoned high enough to cover her bra; her cleavage could be clearly seen. She had to have wonderful breasts. No women could have cleavage like that without fantastic breasts.
She opened the door to the modeling room, showed me a chair and had me sit down. She leaned over and said something else to me but I didn't listen. I was too distracted by the awesome view of her spectacular boobs encased in a lacey black bra. I could hear her speaking but all I could concentrate on was those perfectly shaped mounds in front of me.
"Any questions?" she asked.
"No." I replied, struggling to compose myself.
"Good, Lisa will be in shortly to show you what your wife has selected."
I began to feel nervous and excited. I was sitting in a big fancy chair and in front of me was a small stage framed by white curtains. Lights on the ceiling were focused on the stage but in the viewing area it was dark.
"Karen told me your name was Paul." I heard a woman's voice say.
A tall gorgeous blond woman in her mid thirties walked out from behind the curtains and made her way towards me.
She was dressed in a navy blue mid length dress that buttoned down the front. The dress was fit to form and showed off her magnificent bust, toned waistline and curvy hips. Her body tapered into well shaped legs covered in tan stockings. The dress's low neck line put her ample cleavage on clear display. Her wavy blond hair draped over her shoulders outlining her flawless face.
"I'm Lisa." she said with a warm English accent. "Your wife has chosen some wonderful items and she wanted you to see them."
I was a little confused; she had never done anything like this before. I nervously sat in my chair and waited for the show to start. Lisa pulled back the curtain and a familiar looking woman walked out. She had smooth, straight, shoulder length brunette hair just like Karen. She had full breasts, curvy hips and a pudgy little belly just like Karen. But this woman was younger and dressed in a way I had never seen Karen dress.
"This is our classic black strapless evening mini dress." Lisa said. "Its form fitting and designed to enhance the bust while controlling the hips and belly."
I don't know anything about controlling hips and belly's but enhancing the bust; that's something I can appreciate. Enhance is what it did. Her boobs looked like they were about to spill out in front of me. As she turned around and walked off the stage I could see that the dress was just barely covering the tops of her stockings. I had already made my decision if Karen wanted to wear that dress then I wasn't going to stop her.
No sooner then the first model left, another came in. Again, she was almost an exact copy of my wife.
"Our next model is wearing a dress designed for staying in." Lisa led the model right in front of me and had her stop. I could feel my face turning red. Beads of sweat were rolling down my forehead as I realized that this woman was, for the most part, nude.
"This dress is designed to build sexual tension." Lisa said. "It is made from a stretchy lace material." Lisa leaned over and whispered into my ear. "You can see through it." "You can see her breasts and her nipples" Lisa reached out and brushed a nipple with her hand. It instantly became erect.
"Can you feel the tension Paul?" Lisa asked. "Yes." I stuttered.
I was trying to act like I was in control, but I wasn't and Lisa knew it. She could see my nervous movement, my sweating, blushing and though I was trying hard to hide it I was sure that she could see my erection.
Lisa motioned for the next model. As the stretchy lace dress walked away I could see a G string. I had never seen my wife in a G string but as my wife's look-a-like model left I could imagine that she would look damn good in one.
Lisa was standing behind me when she started to describe the next outfit. "This is a two piece camisole and panty set."
Lisa kept talking but I was no longer paying attention. This woman portraying my wife was wearing a lacy top that showed her belly and pushed her boobs out the top. It was held up by thin little straps. Her lacy panty's followed the outline of her leg perfectly. The top of the panties rode low on the hips and allowed for a peak at her neatly trimmed pubic hair. The model turned around to show me her ass. I studied the way that the material clung to the butt checks and gracefully slipped up into her crack.
I sat back and took in the whole sight of this woman. She looked exactly my wife. I stared into her eyes and she stared back into mine. I was no longer embarrassed of my desire or my erection. I begin to lean forward towards this sexy lady in front of me but I was stopped as I felt Lisa's hand on my shoulder.
"We are not yet done Paul." she whispered in my ear and eased me back down into my seat.
Over and over I lusted over copies of my wife as they exhibited their bodies dressed in the sexiest clothes Lisa had to offer.
One would come out in a lacey bra and panty. The next would model a camisole or teddy. There were garter belts and stockings, corsets and bustiers.
I have had erotic dreams about my wife before but nothing like this. I was at a lingerie fashion show and my wife was the only model.
All the while Lisa was narrating the fantasy. I felt like I was being tortured. My wife was being paraded in front of me in incredibly sexy outfits and all I could do was sit there.
My pants were wet from precum and my hands were shaking from the adrenaline that was surging through my body.
I was staring at the curtain waiting for the next model, grasping the arms of the chair and breathing heavy.
Lisa, standing behind me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and whispered in my ear.
"Paul, Karen wants you to love her with passion." she said. "Do you have passion for your wife Paul?" She asked. "Yes I do." I said with a testosterone charged tone. "Paul, Karen wants you to love her with intensity." she said. "Do you have an intense love for your wife Paul?" "Yes!" I repeated sharply. "Very well." Lisa sighed.
Her arms slipped from around me. She was walking towards the curtain as the next model stepped out. They looked at each other; then Lisa looked back at me and smiled as she stepped behind the curtain.
I had not seen this model before. She still looked like my wife but I had seen the other model's several times. She was dressed in a simple form fitting black evening dress. The neck line was low and her breasts heaved out of the top. The smooth material flowed down into the curve of her waist. She had womanly hips and the dressed followed their outline perfectly. Just below the hem of the dress I could see the lacey tops of her black stockings. She had well shaped muscular legs and black open toed high heel shoes.
All the other models strutted into the room like they were on a runway in Paris but not this woman. She strolled into the room, slow and flirty. As she reached the edge of the stage she spun around backwards and flipped her long, dark, shiny hair over her shoulder.
She leaned over pushing her ass out towards me. Her hands reached behind her as she slowly unzipped the dress. As the zipper lowered she exposed parts of her sensuous body.
