Something Sexy

You pull first one dress and then another out of your cupboard, sighing or grunting a little at each one. Troy wanders in and out as he dresses in a simple suit, black pants coat and white shirt, leather shoes and no tie. You decide you want to wear something that will turn heads. If you have to go, you might as well look good.

You stand in your walk in robe, wearing a lacy red thong, that matches your hair. You look at the dress you've chosen and smile. No bra needed tonight, as you slip on the dress. A wrap around dress with a low, plunging cowl neck and a tight, min-skirt like bottom, that comes barely halfway down your thighs. It hugs your bottom and legs, putting them on display. You arch your back in the mirror and smile. You decide against any jewellery, preferring a simple look that accentuates your pale skin. You apply some light makeup, making sure your eyes are framed with a smokey grey that matches your dress and draws attention to your vibrant blue irises. Finally, you slip your feet into a pair of elegant, heeled sandals the straps wrapping up your calves.

Troy walks in and his eyes bulge. "You can't wear that!"
You look over at him and pout. "Why not?"
"It's a work party!"
"So?"
"You look too sexy! You can't wear that! What will people think?"
You frown. "Babe, I'm wearing this. You're making me go to this, so I'll wear what I want. And if anyone thinks anything about this, it'll be how lucky you are to have a wife who looks this good.
Troy looks as if he's about to say something else, before he meets your eyes and wisely decides not to push the issue.

A few moments later, the two of you are jumping into the cab you've ordered and on your way to the party.