All Rights Reserved (c) 2012 Paul Garland
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"Does my bottom look big in this?" my wife said to me. It was the classic woman-to-man line, and she grinned at me as she said it, but she really was asking for my opinion. "Seriously, does it make me look fat?"
The dress Nicola was wearing was cobalt blue, and fairly close-fitting. The skirt came to the knee but had a slit up one thigh and the top was cut low enough to show a small amount of her generous bosom, but it was more classy than slutty. Nicola had a curvy body, with lovely 36D breasts and an hourglass figure but that was the shape I liked my women to be. Since having our two boys, she had put on a little weight. Her tummy wasn't as flat and her bottom wasn't as firm as it used to be when we first met ten years ago as teenagers, but I really didn't care. I loved her just the way she was, and that included all her 'wobbly bits' as she referred to them.
"I love it," I said honestly, but my compliments didn't satisfy her. She gazed at herself in the mirror, twisting and turning to see herself from different angles.
"It shows off all my lumps and bumps," she complained, "I don't like it."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. The dress had cost me a fortune and she had even tried it on in the shop but now we were finally going to go to the wedding we had bought it for, she now decided she didn't like it.
"I think I'll go for the black one instead," and off she went back in to the bedroom to change, so I put down my drink and followed her in. It was time to do my husband's duty, boosting her confidence with some flattery and compliments.
I timed it perfectly. Nicola had slipped out of the dress and was stood just in her lacy black bra and panties. She had her long, almost-black hair tied up on the top of her head while she got ready, and I always found that to be sexy. Something about her neck and shoulders just begged me to kiss and nibble them, plus she always smelled so good, even without perfume. I couldn't help walking up behind her and putting my hands around her waist to plant a trail of wet kisses down her neck, but she stopped me.
"We don't have time for that now," she said looking at me standing behind her in the bedroom mirror. Her green eyes had a sparkle in them, so I wasn't going to let her get away with it that easily, and I held firm while she tried to wriggle out of my embrace, giggling as I continued to nibble at her neck.
"Paul!" she squealed at me as I reached up and pulled her bra cups down, her beautiful, round breasts popping out only to be grabbed by my hands immediately, "Seriously, we don't have time. Later, I promise."
"Okay," I said, disappointed, "I'll keep you to that though. You look so sexy, I need you."
"That's if you're not too drunk," Nicola replied with another smile as she pulled her bra back on.
"I won't be," I promised. "Please wear the blue dress. It really did look nice."
"I don't have the figure for it. I shouldn't have bought it. I don't know what I was thinking," Nicola said, but she did pick up the blue one again, considering it as she spoke.
"Trust me," I said as sincerely as I could, "You do. I will have a bet with you, right now, that you get checked out by someone at the wedding."
"Yeah, right," Nicola arched an eyebrow.
"Ten pounds if you don't."
"And what if I do? What do you win?"
"Do I need to say?" I chuckled.
"I'm not doing anything dirty," Nicola said, looking at me suspiciously but she relented and stepped back into the cobalt dress.
"Would I get you to do something dirty?" I pretended to be shocked, putting on my most innocent expression. "Me?"
"If you win the bet, I will treat you to something nice in bed, but none of your kinky stuff," Nicola smoothed the front of the dress down, "You know what I mean. But look, my tummy looks huge!"
I did know what she meant. I did like a bit of kink now and again. Nothing extreme, just a bit of playful fun in the bedroom like a mild spanking or anal sex made me happy and horny and it had kept our sexual relationship healthy for over a decade. I had other unusual desires too, but Nicola wasn't interested in them. Things like swinging or perhaps just trying a threesome with either another guy or girl really turned me on, but she wouldn't entertain the idea at all.
"Your tummy looks fine," I assured her, "Honestly, you look great." I tried my best to convince her of how great she looked, but I could tell she still didn't feel one hundred percent comfortable. She kept the dress on though, and went to do her hair and make-up, so I had done enough.
The wedding was one of Nicola's female cousins, and it was a good party. The hotel was really nice, great food and plenty of wine and drinks on the tables free for the guests, so it wasn't long before we were a little drunk and dancing along, Nicola's reservations about her tight dress forgotten for a time.
It was as Nicola left me to go get more drinks that I saw the two young guys. Both of them were in their late teens, sitting by the dance floor watching the frivolities, and I didn't recognise either of them, so I assumed they were from the groom's side. As Nicola walked past them to the bar, I saw the older of them turn and look at her ass, his eyes following her, then he nudged his friend and said something to him, and the other guy stared at her, his eyebrows raised. I could tell they were saying something appreciative because one of them made a rude gesture with his hands and they both grinned and laughed.
As she returned with a bottle of beer and a glass of wine in hand, they both watched her again, their eyes checking out her tits and her behind again until they saw me looking at them, and then they quickly averted their gazes and began to talk innocently to each other.
"I win the bet," I told Nicola as she passed me the beer.
"What do you mean?" she asked with a little smile.
"The two young guys sat behind you - don't look now - but they were seriously eyeing you up," I said triumphantly, "Even talking dirty stuff about what they'd do to you. I saw them."
Nicola didn't say anything for a second, then slumped her shoulders theatrically, "You win, I suppose."
I looked at her suspiciously. "That was too easy."
She giggled. "You were right. The bartender just chatted me up too, and earlier when I went to the toilet, a guy gave me his card. He's a photographer and said he has some assignments he needs models for."