At the pub Ray sat with his back to the wall and the big screen in front of him. He had a beer and his phone on the table next to a basket of pretzels. I took the seat next to him and we small-talked for a bit until he asked me what was up. I sighed.
“This is weird,” I began. I struggled to put my thoughts into words. Ray searched my face and ate a pretzel.
“Why do I let Janet fuck other guys?” he offered.
My jaw almost bounced off the table.
“What?” I exclaimed.
He ate another pretzel. “That's what you were about to ask, right? It's all over your face.”
“No, kind of, no. Wait,
fuck
other guys? I wanted to talk to you about the strip club the other night. I saw her flirt with a stripper right in front of you.”
“Yeah, I know, I gave her permission. I always do. I'll tell you more but you have to promise you'll keep it between us.”
“Of course, I promise, but are you saying you let her fuck other men? Why
?
For God's sake how can you allow that?”
He chuckled. “Allow? That's an odd word choice. You know, women can vote now, David. You can't chain them up or beat them anymore, it's illegal. I let her do it because she loves it. She wants to do it and I want her too. It gets me hot. Sometimes I watch but usually the other guy doesn't like that so she sends pictures and video. It's crazy sexy.”
I was thunderstruck.
“So, what did you mean then? Are you here to tell me I'm going to hell or Janet is going to leave me?”
My jaw moved but nothing came out. I shook my head. “Nothing like that from me. How you guys run your marriage is up to you. I'm just wondering; why do you like it?”
He ate another pretzel and washed it down with a swig of beer. “Why is blue my favorite color? Where does my sense of humor come from? Why am I so good with math? Who knows? I don't precisely know why I like it. I just do.”
He leaned closer. “Early in our relationship Janet and I discussed fantasies and when I told her mine she got upset. We talked about it a lot. Her fantasies were so simple compared to mine. The more she thought about it the more she realized she thought like a little girl. She wanted more but wouldn't allow herself to envision it. Once she was honest and examined herself as a grown woman, she discovered she was actually pretty kinky. We explored what each of us truly liked and arrived at our current arrangement. Do you want to watch Tiffany? I'm guessing that's why you asked me why I like it; you are imagining Tiff doing something and it gets you hot and disturbs you at the same time. Am I right? You're hoping I have insight?”
I pondered how much to reveal.
“Listen,” he offered. “I've been honest with you. Few know about Janet and me. I've trusted you so know you can trust me. I'll tell no one.”
I took the plunge. “Fair enough. Okay, since I saw you and Janet, I've been turned on by imagining Tiff acting like that. To make matters worse, she mentioned she thought what you guys did was really sexy too. It was obvious you were both into it and I'm thinking Tiff and I might be like you.”
“Okay. That's cool.”
“But how do you stand it? Another man touching your woman? Doesn't that piss you off? It's like you have no control over her.”
He chuckled. “You really are stuck in the Dark Ages, aren't you? I don't own her, David. I get what you're asking but that's part of the problem. If you both want it, what's the hang-up? Truth takes courage. Have you shared your feelings with Tiffany?”
“No.”
“First step, dude. Be honest. She's your partner for life. You owe her the real you. Always.”
I ate a pretzel.
“Baby steps,” he continued. “Try something. If you both like it, try a little more. Repeat until you do something you don't enjoy, take one step back and stop; that's your comfort level. Believe me, this shit is rocket fuel. Janet and I have mad crazy sex but it is also intensely intimate. Imagine how much we trust each other.”
“Let's watch the game,” I suggested.
I thought about his suggestion the rest of the day and when I returned home I was determined to talk to Tiffany. I wanted nothing crazy, nothing like Janet biting a penis in public. Perhaps Tiff dressed in sexy clothes or going out bra-less. Even that simple thought made my heart skip a beat.
Tiff arrived after I did with Mexican food. We sat in front of the big screen and ate and watched Daredevil on Netflix. After the first episode I hit pause and faced her. I decided to leave my conversation with Ray out of it.
“Baby,” I began, “I've been thinking. That night with Ray and Janet seemed to get us both pretty hot. Maybe we should try some new ideas, spice things up. What do you think?”
“Like what? You want me to blow a stripper?”
“No. I'd like to buy you a new outfit and have you wear it when we go out Saturday night.”
“You often buy me clothing without asking, Honey. What's different this time?”
I paused to gather courage. “Well, this outfit will be a little different. This outfit will be...a little...daring.”
She smiled. “Oh, really?”
I relaxed some. “Yes, I think it would be fun to go someplace we've never been dressed up for a sexy night. What do you think?”
“That sounds like fun. How daring? Do not embarrass me.”
“Nothing crazy; some leg and some cleavage. I think you're gorgeous and I know other men think so too. I feel like showing you off a little. You should get credit for those hours at the gym.”
“Where is this coming from? Is this because of Janet and Ray the other night?”
“Yeah, I think so. We aren't the wild couple they are but it did get me thinking how we could loosen up. You like it when men notice you and I like it when men notice you, so why not?”
“Sounds fun, David. I'm in. I can't wait to see what you pick out for me. Please don't dress me like a slut.”
“Of course not, Baby.”
I pressed play. I was excited to get started at the mall.
Saturday morning, I visited four shops without luck. My fifth stop was a Betsy Johnson boutique and they had several possible outfits in the windows. As I entered a girl emerged from the back room and I was momentarily struck dumb; she was a knock-out. Part Asian and part Irish, this long black-haired beauty had pale skin and freckles lightly dusting her nose. Her eyes were narrow and her breasts small, her legs long. She wore a loose top that hung open almost to her belly button and a skirt slit up the side to her hip. Every move she made provided me a flash of smooth fair skin.
From my previous four stops I'd learned to get to the point.
“Hi, my name is David. I need an outfit for my wife, sexy but not slutty, some cleavage and leg, tight but not too tight.”
“Hi David, I'm Stacey. I think I got it; if you ran into your parents she might blush but not be humiliated.”
I smiled. “Well said. Yes, exactly.”
I gave her Tiff's measurements and showed her some pictures on my phone. Her eyebrows went up.
“Wow,” she teased. “What a babe. She's a little busty for our store but I have some ideas.”
Stacey moved from rack to rack collecting articles of clothing. Her flashes of skin got to me, and I'm pretty sure she knew what she did. We reviewed her choices and I rejected a few and then she offered to try on the remaining for me. Of course I accepted. The mall was slow and this store especially so. I doubted we'd be bothered. She stepped into a dressing room and emerged shortly after, looking amazing.
She plucked at the front of the blouse. “Now, your wife will fill this much more than me. More like this.” She pulled the fabric away as if a bosom swelled it and when she did I saw her entire pert breast including a glorious pink puffy nipple. I played it cool so she just held it open like that. Today was a good day. I had her turn, picturing the outfit on Tiffany, and ran my eyes all over this hot girl's body. Goddamn. God-Damn!
Stacey disappeared into the dressing room again, reappearing minutes later wearing a new outfit. Too much skin was covered and I said so and Stacey tried again. We both knew what she did but we both played it cool.
The next outfit stopped me.
“Wow.
WOW.
”
Stacey giggled and acted slightly embarrassed.
“Thank you, David. Have we found our outfit?”
The green fabric was loose but static made it cling to every curve. Stacey's body was revealed to me like she wore a coat of paint, and she stunned. I honestly had trouble forming words and Stacey giggled again.
“I wish I did that to my boyfriend,” she chuckled.
“Stacey, you're gorgeous.
You
should buy this dress.”
“Too expensive and no place to wear it, David. Will it work for Tiffany? Again, picture much bigger boobs than mine.”
She once more pulled the fabric away from her chest, revealing a lovely breast.
I nodded slowly, ogling every square inch of the beautiful girl. “It will, Stacey, thank you. Well done.”
She beamed. When she moved to the dressing room she left the drape partially open and I saw her nude from head to toe. We avoided each other’s eyes, keeping the entire thing innocent and blameless, but I burned her into my memories forever. She dressed in her original clothing and emerged, placing the dress at the sales counter.
“Now shoes,” she said.
I left an hour later and Tiffany had everything she'd need. I took Stacey's card and entered her info in my phone. The girl knew fashion and was so easy on the eyes, I figured why not make her my regular salesgirl?
I got home before Tiffany and laid the dress and shoes out along with all the accessories. The open back meant Tiff could wear no bra but would most likely insist on panties, so I purchased a tiny pair of green lace that matched the dress. Of course, I'd prefer no panties and the dress was so clingy no panties would work best, but baby-steps, right?
When Tiff saw it she flipped.
“Oh my God, David, I love it. How did you do this?”
“Determination and will-power.” I left Stacey out of it.
She hastened to put it on and then stood before the mirror. She looked incredible. Stacey had been right about the breasts and Tiff's cleavage looked amazing. I also saw a slight amount of under-boob and side boob because of the way the dress was cut under the arms. Tiffany kept tugging at the cloth, trying to cover up.
“You know you can't do that once we're in public,” I said. “Makes you look awkward and uncomfortable.”
She knew exactly what I meant and stood tall.
“You're right, sorry. Tonight is all about sexy fun, although I may need a drink or two before I stop worrying about it.”
She did several test runs walking across the bedroom floor and every now and then the band of her panties flashed. She chewed her lip and knew she considered going without. I didn't push.
She stepped to the full-length mirror and her face lit up.
“Baby, I feel so pretty! Thank you for this. Thank you for everything.”
She turned side to side, her eyes wide, taking herself in.
We left the house around eight to grab some dinner before the club. Tiffany looked breathtaking and turned heads everywhere. She wore a shoulder-wrap during dinner which hid most of her skin. After we ate we drove to the club and valeted. Two young guys approached the car, one to my door and one to hers. I handed my guy the keys and turned in time to see the guy at her door fight to keep his face under control. I don't know what he saw when he helped her out, but he really liked it. Adrenaline surged as I imagined Tiffany flashing him a generous amount of cleavage.
The club was at a new casino and it was packed. My office handles advertising for this casino, among others, and a few phone calls had our name on the list. I spoke to the bouncer at the door, passed him a twenty, and he ushered us in and to a booth. I ordered champagne. The place filled up fast. Music already blared.
Two songs later Tiffany wanted to dance so I joined her. We stayed on the dance floor so long when we got back to our booth two guys, one long hair one short, had helped themselves to it. They stood when we approached and the bouncer took a step to shoo them off but I stopped him.
“Sit down, fellas, relax. Plenty of room.” They smiled and thanked us.
Long-hair spoke. “We're waiting for some friends and then we're out of your way. You can see the whole floor from up here, thanks dude.”
“Call me David. This is my wife, Tiffany.” We shook hands.
“Andy and Paul,” Long-hair Andy said, pointing at Paul, who gave me a quick nod.
Both of them kept glancing at Tiffany. From dancing her dress had opened up a little more in front and plenty of skin showed. I ordered more champagne and shared it with the two guys and soon we were all talking fast and having a blast. Tiffany had so much fun she glowed.
She crossed her legs and it took me a minute to notice that her slit had fallen to the inside so one leg was bare from toes to hip. Paul spotted it right away. That excited all by itself but then I realized the band from her panties was missing. She must have slid them off under the table! Now my heart hammered.