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.