her perfectly shaved sex, right there in front of him, making him swoon a little.
Trembling as he helped connect up the clasps, rapturous as he helped her step into the sheer, near-invisible thong, his heart hiccuping painfully as he grasped the significance of her wearing her panties over the top of the garter belt and suspenders.
Shocking, the complete loss of control he felt.
“You don’t mind?”
“Huh?”
“Me wearing this?”
“No, of course. You look incredible,” he breathed, and she was giving him the kind of surprised smile that said she noticed this complement was not the usual kind of automated husband response to a wife’s inquiry. It was entirely unsolicited and unthought out—a gut reaction, pure, credible.
“Thank you,” she said, flashing him the full-on flirt that caused his heart bounce—she hadn’t shared that with him since the very early days.
And then he realized she was only really practicing it, trying it out before she put it on display for someone else, for real.
Wriggling into her dress to show him how the complete ensemble would look, she’d left the bra forlorn on the bed. His thoughts did not dwell on the question of whether or not she’d look obvious without a bra on her date: his eyes were drawn to that thong in the moments before she just about covered it with her dress. God, it was so tiny. He knew it would slip aside so easily. When did she buy that?
“Zip me up?” she asked, voice light, bouncy, high-pitched. Flirty.
He obliged, though he really would have preferred to just tear that dress off her. Holding aside her silky-soft golden hair to guide the fiddly little zip all the way up her back, breathing in the kind of cherry-vanilla perfume that would draw any man into a whirling fever of lust.
“What do you think?” she asked.
This time it was his turn to look wide-eyed at her, his jaw dropping. He said, “Unbelievable.”
She beamed. Still naked from their shower, he could hardly hide his powerful attraction to her and this ridiculously short figure-hugging dress, which somehow seemed to enhance her curves, show off her cleavage and draw the eyes down to her beautiful thighs, so short they revealed the edges of her lace-topped stockings.
“You did want to have dinner with the guy?” he asked her.
“Yes.”
“Because I’m not sure he’s going to get through the appetizers with you looking like that—he’ll probably want to take you back to his place before they even bring out the entrees.”
“Well, he’ll just have to be patient. I am hungry, and appetizers just aren’t going to cut it.”
With that, she turned away and started removing her dress, then putting on a skirt for work that was not much longer than her dress, along with a white blouse that offered a more than subtle hint that she was wearing a sexy lace bra underneath.
“Too much?” she asked him, as she modeled the outfit for him.
“I wouldn’t say that,” he smiled, loving the idea that she would be driving her co-workers crazy all day. Would they ask her if she had a date that evening? Hugo might have inside knowledge, but it looked as though she had something special lined up for the evening
She grinned, loving his reaction to all this.
“You know, I guess I felt a little cheap when I started wearing tighter, shorter clothes—I just couldn’t get enough of how guys looked at me. But now…I don’t mind it so much. It feels…liberating.”
Hugo chuckled, “Well don’t feel too liberated until your shift’s over—those poor guys you work with have things they have to get done, you know.”
And then she was heading out the door, saying goodbye to her husband with an air kiss by his cheek, and it all seemed so sudden to him despite the extensive time it had taken that morning to prepare her for her evening date.
“Just remember that I love you, and I’ll always love you,” she said, as though she was going away on a long, long journey.
The door closed
Trembling as he helped connect up the clasps, rapturous as he helped her step into the sheer, near-invisible thong, his heart hiccuping painfully as he grasped the significance of her wearing her panties over the top of the garter belt and suspenders.
Shocking, the complete loss of control he felt.
“You don’t mind?”
“Huh?”
“Me wearing this?”
“No, of course. You look incredible,” he breathed, and she was giving him the kind of surprised smile that said she noticed this complement was not the usual kind of automated husband response to a wife’s inquiry. It was entirely unsolicited and unthought out—a gut reaction, pure, credible.
“Thank you,” she said, flashing him the full-on flirt that caused his heart bounce—she hadn’t shared that with him since the very early days.
And then he realized she was only really practicing it, trying it out before she put it on display for someone else, for real.
Wriggling into her dress to show him how the complete ensemble would look, she’d left the bra forlorn on the bed. His thoughts did not dwell on the question of whether or not she’d look obvious without a bra on her date: his eyes were drawn to that thong in the moments before she just about covered it with her dress. God, it was so tiny. He knew it would slip aside so easily. When did she buy that?
“Zip me up?” she asked, voice light, bouncy, high-pitched. Flirty.
He obliged, though he really would have preferred to just tear that dress off her. Holding aside her silky-soft golden hair to guide the fiddly little zip all the way up her back, breathing in the kind of cherry-vanilla perfume that would draw any man into a whirling fever of lust.
“What do you think?” she asked.
This time it was his turn to look wide-eyed at her, his jaw dropping. He said, “Unbelievable.”
She beamed. Still naked from their shower, he could hardly hide his powerful attraction to her and this ridiculously short figure-hugging dress, which somehow seemed to enhance her curves, show off her cleavage and draw the eyes down to her beautiful thighs, so short they revealed the edges of her lace-topped stockings.
“You did want to have dinner with the guy?” he asked her.
“Yes.”
“Because I’m not sure he’s going to get through the appetizers with you looking like that—he’ll probably want to take you back to his place before they even bring out the entrees.”
“Well, he’ll just have to be patient. I am hungry, and appetizers just aren’t going to cut it.”
With that, she turned away and started removing her dress, then putting on a skirt for work that was not much longer than her dress, along with a white blouse that offered a more than subtle hint that she was wearing a sexy lace bra underneath.
“Too much?” she asked him, as she modeled the outfit for him.
“I wouldn’t say that,” he smiled, loving the idea that she would be driving her co-workers crazy all day. Would they ask her if she had a date that evening? Hugo might have inside knowledge, but it looked as though she had something special lined up for the evening
She grinned, loving his reaction to all this.
“You know, I guess I felt a little cheap when I started wearing tighter, shorter clothes—I just couldn’t get enough of how guys looked at me. But now…I don’t mind it so much. It feels…liberating.”
Hugo chuckled, “Well don’t feel too liberated until your shift’s over—those poor guys you work with have things they have to get done, you know.”
And then she was heading out the door, saying goodbye to her husband with an air kiss by his cheek, and it all seemed so sudden to him despite the extensive time it had taken that morning to prepare her for her evening date.
“Just remember that I love you, and I’ll always love you,” she said, as though she was going away on a long, long journey.
The door closed
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