“How do I look?”
I was actually speechless as I gaped at my stunning wife. The material was so thin and form-fitting that it appeared as though it was merely a painted on her! Her cavernous cleavage was on full display and left little to the imagination. The front of the dress may have been low, but the back was even lower, plunging down to her lower back. The skirt portion rode tantalizing high, showing off Amanda’s perfect runner’s legs.
The minidress fit her like a glove. No, more than a glove… it was like another layer of skin.
I continued to stare in awe. The minidress was strapless and sleeveless, and no one would be able to not notice how it exposed her smooth neck, or her toned arms and shoulders. Amanda’s hair was still tied in a ponytail, calling attention her picture-perfect face, including her poignant cheekbones, sparkling eyes, and adorable freckles.
I actually felt a lump in my throat. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… and I’ve never seen you more beautiful than you are right now.”
I had to be honest: staring at wife made me harder than ever, and I wanted to fuck her right here and now, reservation at the 5-star restaurant be damned.
“Are you just saying that?” Amanda quavered. She studied herself in the mirror, first examining one profile and then the other as she smoothed the material. Lastly, she turned completely around and studied her backside.
“Does this dress make me look fat?”
The question was so comical that I couldn’t tell if my wife was serious or not.
Her look was austere.
I shook my head. I always found it ironic that Amanda fretted so much about her appearance when she could give lingerie models a run for their money.
“Mandy, I’m serious. There’s aren’t enough superlatives to describe how sensational you look.”
That made her blush. “This dress is so tight, I can barely breathe. I think it’s cutting off my circulation in certain areas.”
“It DOES look rather snug on you, but I don’t think the Oceanside Cafe will seat us if you change back into your t-shirt and yoga pants.”
We burst out laughing, and I knew at that precise moment that this night was going to be one to be remembered.
“Ok, just let me do my hair, and I’ll be ready to go.”
“Don’t worry about your hair, it looks perfect just the way it is.”
“But it’s in a ponytail!” My wife sounded horrified.
I sighed patiently. “Natural look. Perfect.” I spoke haltingly to tease her.
Amanda threw her hands up in defeat. “Fine, if you say so! You’ll at least let me wear heels, right?”
“Definitely ‘yes’ to the heels.”
Her black high heels truly completed the sexy ensemble. More so than ever, Amanda looked like she belonged in the pages of a magazine or immortalized on a painting in an art gallery.
We were soon ready to leave our suite. As Amanda reached out for the door handle, I glanced at her ass. The fabric of the minidress was so thin that the outline of her underwear easily detectable.
I stopped her before she could open the door. “One last thing, Mandy.”
“Uh oh…”
I swallowed hard; this was the moment I had been waiting for.
“I don’t want you to wear panties tonight.”
My wife started to chuckle, but when I didn’t budge and kept my expression rigid, her jaw almost hit the floor. “Babe,” she began slowly as if she were talking to a small child or an imbecile, “a napkin would cover my body more than this tiny little dress. The bottom is already riding halfway up my ass. If I walk out of this room without any underwear, people will notice.”
I grinned wolfishly. “That’s kinda the point.” Without waiting for permission, I dropped to my knees, reached up her skirt, and began pulling her panties down.
“What are you doing? Stop!” She attempted to slap my hand away in shock.
I stopped and looked up at her solemnly. “If it makes you uncomfortable, then of course I won’t force you to do it. But I’ve been thinking about this night for so long. Everything… the dress you’re wearing… Oceanside Cafe… this hotel… what I’m asking you to do now… it’s all been part of the grand scheme of things. I know I’m being fucked up and perverted, but… I guess I’m still asking you to do this. For me.”
There was a myriad of emotions etched on Amanda’s face. The barely-there minidress had already tested her resolve, but now my additional request was really pushing her to her limit, as I had expected. Consternation was noticeable in Amanda’s eyes, but the more I pleaded with her, the more evident her conflict became.
I knew my wife better than she knew herself. The sexual depravity was there, just below the surface of her awareness. The difference between us was that I felt comfortable and confident enough to reveal that side of myself to her, while she was still too embarrassed to admit it, especially to herself.
And that had always been part of my masterplan for tonight: playing on those suppressed feelings to draw Amanda out of her shell and make this night something unexpected, something we would never….EVER… forget.
The corner of her lips slowly curved upward, and mirth began creeping in to her expression. But there was something else there as well.
Confidence.
I was still kneeling before Amanda when she nodded at me once. Without comment, I finished drawing the panties down her legs, and gently helped her step out of them. I stood up and returned her sly smile as I neatly folded her panties and tucked them in my pocket.
My wife’s widened and her smile was downright naughty.
We headed down to the lobby.
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The elevator doors opened, and Amanda and I stepped out hand-in-hand.
There was a fair amount of people present in the hotel lobby, and virtually every one of them stopped what they were doing and stared admiringly at my wife. She kept her head high and back erect, and while she pretended not to notice all the heads turning as we strode past them, her bright red cheeks indicated otherwise.
I was having trouble containing myself, as well, as I practically grinned from ear to ear. It was such a sexy thing to observe Amanda be the object of everyone’s attention, and even more so to know that her confidence was growing exponentially by the second. And, as superficial and childish as it was, I was supremely proud to show her off.
As we marched out onto the busy street and down the sidewalk, and it was more of the same. Men and women alike turned to stare at Amanda. At first, I relished the looks the passersby were giving my wife. After 2 blocks, however, the open leers and catcalls thrown her way made me feel uncomfortable, if not unsafe. I even noticed a man furtively taking a cellphone picture of Amanda through the corner of my eye, but when I turned to confront him, he had slithered among the crowd.
Things definitely felt much more exposed out here than they did in the confines of the hotel lobby. I suddenly wondered if I had gone too far and placed Amanda in a dangerous situation. Maybe dressing her up so provocatively wasn’t such a great idea, after all.
I glanced at her. My wife may have been pretending to be oblivious to the way people were reacting to her appearance, but I knew Amanda better than that.
Her smile was more confident and radiant than ever.
I chuckled inwardly, and wrapped my arms protectively around Amanda’s shoulders, holding her close.
The restaurant was still a block away.
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“Hello. We’re here for our 6:30 dinner reservation.”
The host immediately looked up. We made initial eye contact, but his focus quickly shifted to Amanda when he noticed her standing next to me. He quickly recovered to turn his attention back to me, but I couldn’t help but grin.
The host blushed guiltily, knowing that he had been caught, but he coolly continued on, verifying the reservation and then asking us to wait.
Amanda and I remained in a nearby alcove and as our table was prepared. Next to us was a huge saltwater aquarium built into the wall that contained exotic sea life. As Amanda peered into it, I looked around. The entire length of the far wall was an open glass window that provided a beautiful view of the Atlantic Ocean. A huge fountain was situated at the opposite end, and seated next to that was a string quartet. Dressed formally in black, they strummed their instruments softly, adding a perfect ambience to the atmosphere.
Amanda slid behind me and wrapped herself around my arm. “This place is magnificent.”
Our host returned a moment later and led us to our table. It was nestled in a corner between the long window and wall, which met at a 90 degree angle. The table was made of sturdy oak and shined with a varnished gloss. Elegant dinnerware was situated formally on the tabletop.
The host politely pulled the seat facing the wall out for Amanda.
“Mandy, why don’t you go on the inside, and I’ll sit over here?” I suggested mildly.
My wife shot me a look. I knew what she was thinking: her dress was already dangerously short. With her back against the wall, she’d be facing the entire restaurant, and if someone was lucky enough to get a peek up her skirt…
“I prefer the outside seat, thank you very much.”
The host nodded and courteously gestured for her to sit.
“No, seriously, Mandy. I’d rather be on the outside. There’s a reason why I chose this particular table.”
My wife understood what I was referring to, and her expression became even more baleful. Amanda and I went back and forth a few more times before she finally relented in exasperation.
“You’re a jerk!” she hissed as our host left, most likely wondering why we were having such a seemingly inconsequential argument.
I grinned impudently. “Remember, this is all part of my evil plan.”
Our waiter soon arrived. He was young and handsome, probably in his mid-20’s, and stood at attention like a soldier as he spoke to us. Amanda beamed him a devastating smile when he introduced himself, and I hid my grin as he blushed profusely. As he diligently took our orders, I noticed he periodically stole glances at my wife, no doubt mesmerized by her otherworldly beauty.
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