In the days following Irene's first evening out with the new neighbour things returned very much to normal. Oscar was feeling a little let down after the excitement of Irene's first adventure, however, he didn't feel it was his place to suggest that she repeat the experience, so he was as patient as he could manage, whilst attempting to be a perfect, attentive husband. By the time Thursday evening arrived he could no longer contain his frustration.
"Irene my love, I was wondering whether you have heard from Jackie at all?" He asked, trying to play down his eagerness.
"Oh were you?" she replied, "why?"
"Well, you seemed to enjoy your evening out, and you know I didn't mind you having some fun, so I thought you girls might be planning to repeat the experience."
"Oh, ok," she replied, "in fact, Jackie texted me today, asking if I was free this Saturday evening, but I wasn't sure whether you would be upset if I went out and left you on your own again."
"So, what did you say my love?" Oscar asked, his heart starting to beat rapidly at the prospect of his wife going out again with their adventurous neighbour.
"I said that I would have to discuss it with you first, so, what do you think? Will you be very upset if I desert you again and go out with my naughty friend?"
"Not at all my darling," Oscar replied, already feeling his cock hardening, "I think it's great that you have a friend to go out with and meet new people."
"Ok, in that case, I'll tell Jackie that it's a yes for Saturday evening. I'm afraid I'm going to have to buy some more new clothes, I just don't have a selection of 'going out' clothes, and I can't wear the same outfit two weeks in a row, but you can help me choose on Saturday. OK?"
"Yes my love, of course." Oscar affirmed, trying to hide his growing erection.
Irene noticed the obvious bulge in her husband's trousers and smiled to herself, enjoying their new game.
Friday came and went without anything interesting happening, but on Saturday morning Oscar was awake early, tossing and turning, trying to go back to sleep, but hampered by his morning erection. Finally, his restlessness woke his wife.
"You're awake early Oscar, are you looking forward to going shopping with me that much?" Irene asked whilst sliding her hand gently up her husband's left leg, over his left testicle and onto his erect penis.
"Oh, it would seem that you are looking forward to it. I think you had better shower, before this thing explodes, don't you?"
"I was hoping we could have a little fun this morning, before we get up." Oscar suggested, ever hopeful.
"Certainly not Oscar, I want you horny when we are shopping, not so satisfied you want to dress me like a nun, now go and shower, and leave the door open, so I can watch you to make sure you behave in there." Irene instructed.
Just over an hour later, Oscar and Irene were walking from the car park into the shopping mall.
"I have something to say before we start shopping." Irene announced
"OK my love, what is it?" Oscar asked, no idea what was on his wife's mind.
"I want us to choose some sexier clothes than I would normally wear, I want to feel attractive when I go out tonight, and have men fancy me. Are you going to be alright with that Oscar, and not get upset?"
"I will enjoy helping you choose sexy clothes my darling, but..." Oscar hesitated.
"But what? Just say it?" Irene snapped.
"I'm not sure you will wear clothes which are as sexy as the ones I will choose for you, if you give me a free hand." Oscar answered, laying down a challenge.
"Well, I don't want to look like a tart, if that's what you mean?" Irene replied, sounding irritated.
Oscar stopped walking and just looked at his wife. The silence dragged on as they both stood looking at each other at the entrance to the mall. Finally Irene spoke.
"I'm sorry Oscar," she mumbled, "I know you are trying to help me to be more adventurous, and I do appreciate your support, it's just very difficult for me. I promise I'll try to accept your advice on what to buy. Now, let's get going."
Irene turned and walked purposefully towards the first shop, holding out her hand for Oscar to take.
"So, since you seem to be in such a decisive mood, tell me your thoughts on what I should be looking for." Irene asked, feeling strange asking her husband what clothes she should buy.
"You looked great in those tight jeans last week, but..."
"But?"
"You have such great legs, it's a shame to cover them up, so, I was thinking of a skirt, or a dress, fairly short." Oscar suggested, rather tentatively. He waited, watching his wife think, worrying that he'd said the wrong thing.
"So you think I've got great legs do you? You've never told me that before, but now that I'm planning to show myself off to other men, you suddenly decide to tell me I've got great legs. OK, let's keep going and see where it leads us, you can decide how short my skirt or dress is going to be, come on, let's choose."
Irene felt a whole mix of emotions, she was thrilled that her husband had told her she had great legs, annoyed that he'd chosen this moment to tell her, rather than at any time in the rest of their life together, but also excited that he was encouraging her to display herself to other men. She realised that she was starting to get into his kink, and beginning to enjoy it.
Oscar felt foolish for mentioning her legs, but excited that she was going along with it, tempered by worry about where this game might lead. He began looking at dresses with no idea what style to suggest.
"How about this one?" Irene asked, holding up a fairly short flowery cotton summer dress.
Oscar frantically searched the racks, wanting to find something really sexy. After thirty long seconds he found something.
"Or this one?" He asked, holding up a very short clingy black dress.
"But that's really short Oscar, I agreed to wear something fairly short, not miniscule!" Irene exclaimed.
"I know, but this is black and much more suitable for going out in the evening." Oscar countered, really enjoying this new game.
"Well...I suppose that's true...ok I'll try them both on."
"So, do I still get to decide which one?" Oscar asked, pushing his luck.
"I suppose so," Irene answered reluctantly, wishing she hadn't offered to let him choose.
She grabbed the little black dress from her smiling husband and walked towards the changing room.
Once inside the cubicle, Irene slipped off her jeans and T shirt and slipped the flowery dress on. It was very pretty, fitted perfectly, and the hem was just above her knees, however, as Irene looked at herself in the full length mirror, she began to think that Oscar might be right. It was a bit staid and boring for going out clubbing. She slipped it off and grabbed the black dress.
A few moments later Irene was admiring herself in the sexy black dress. It clung tightly to her curves, hugged her breasts, and finished a long way above her knees, and she loved it. The question was, would she have the nerve to wear it on a night out. Irene decided that Oscar would have to decide, since she had promised he could choose, that way she wouldn't have to make the decision.
Oscar waited outside the changing room impatiently. He knew that he had already decided which dress he wanted her to wear, but he was doubtful that she would have the nerve to wear the little black number, but then, there she was walking towards him wearing the sexy black number, and for a moment his heart stopped beating.
"Well, what do you think?" Irene asked, doing a little twirl.
"I think you look sensational!" Oscar enthused, "amazingly sexy, you must wear that dress, I absolutely insist!"
"Right, well, I was going to say that it's too short, but, if you insist..."
"I do insist, absolutely no question." Oscar answered, feeling his cock beginning to twitch at the thought of his wife going clubbing dressed in such a sexy dress.
"OK then, I'll wear it!" Irene replied, unable to hide a smile, and also noticing her own arousal starting to make her nipples even more prominent and giving her a warm tingly feeling between her legs.
"There is one thing though," Oscar said, "you need some different underwear, I can see the lines of your knickers in that dress. We need to choose a nice thong and bra set for you."
Irene didn't say anything, but just returned to the changing room to change back into her boring jeans and T shirt. As she came out of the changing room she handed the flowery dress to the assistant at the door, but kept hold of the black one.
"Ok husband, lead on."
The couple walked hand in hand towards the lingerie department, both smiling and feeling very horny.
Oscar quickly selected a lacy purple thong and bra set and handed them to his wife to try on. The panties were tiny and very flimsy, which meant that they wouldn't create lines through the clingy dress, and the bra was push up which would showcase her breasts perfectly.
"Very nice darling, but wouldn't black be more sexy?" Irene asked, getting into the spirit of the game.
"Maybe, but if anyone gets a glimpse of your panties, they'll enjoy the purple more." Oscar answered.
"Fair enough, so, on that basis, I'll try this red set as well."
To Oscar's huge disappointment Irene didn't model the underwear, but after a little while she reappeared from the changing rooms carrying both sets of lingerie, as well as the dress, and looking slightly flushed.
"I want both sets, so get your credit card out," she instructed, "and just so you know, these sexy clothes are not for your benefit, they're for mine, and if they encourage other men to try to seduce me, you'd better not complain."
"Yes my love, I quite understand," Oscar answered, feeling his cock start to swell again, "I'll just go and pay for them."
The morning's shopping had put Oscar in such a good mood that he offered to buy his wife lunch in a nice restaurant near to the shopping centre. They both ate seafood starters followed by steaks, all washed down by a bottle of Cava, and by the time they arrived home it was time for Irene to start getting ready to go out.
