Confront her

{if Trust <= 80}The conversation on her phone has only made you more worried. You're sure that she doesn't know that Friday night is supposed to be a sex date and Matt is blissfully unaware of your prank. But still, your wife is hiding the dress from you, and you want to know why.

{else}You decide that you need to know what's going on. You don't like that your wife has lied to you and it makes you suspicious of what happened between her and Matt today. However, you still trust your wife, so you're sure that if you bring it up and tell her you know about the dress that she'll confess. If she continues to lie then, you think, there will be a problem.

You take your time cleaning the dishes because you know you have plenty of time while Ariana is in the shower. When you're done you head upstairs to wait for her to come out, because the shower is still running. It doesn't take long before her shower ends though. {endif}You're waiting for her by the edge of the bed when she steps out in wet hair and a purple towel wrapped around her slim body.

"Oh, hi, honey...um...is...is everything okay?"

She remains by the door to the bathroom, unable to look you in the face.

"I know about the dress."

"Oh."

Her eyes dart to you, looking for confirmation and then away again.

"How?"

"Matt told me about it."

"What? Damn him, I told him not to tell you."

"You did?"

"I wasn't sure how to tell you. I wanted to wait until the right moment, but I just felt so guilty, because you agreed to let me buy this new dress and then I went out and spent so much money on it. I feel like I was taking advantage, because even if the money belongs to both of us, it's selfish to spend so much of it on myself."

"That...that's why you've been so off this evening?!" you realize.

{if Trust <= 80}You remember seeing the message Ariana sent to Matt asking him not to tell you how expensive the dress was, but you're only now realizing that's what she's been feeling guilty about all evening, rather than anything that happened with Matt or their conversation.{endif}

She looks at you now with a bemused smile.

"Yeah. Why? What did you think was the issue?"

It's your turn to shift awkwardly as you try to find the words to tell her you were worried about what she and your best friend were talking about behind your back.

"Well, Matt sent me a message telling how amazing your new dress looked, but he wouldn't send me a picture because he said you'd show it to me when I got home. But then you didn't wear it for me or even mention it and...I dunno, I just kinda got worried."

"Aw, honey, were you jealous?""

She rushes to your side and hugs your arm as she presses her body against you, allowing you to feel her softeness even through the towel. She briefly leans her head against your shoulder, her wet hair dampening your shirt before lifting her head again to look up at you, expecting an answer.

"Uh, yeah, I want to see it too."

Jealousy isn't the exact word that you would use but you can't admit to being worried that your best friend and your wife are getting too close without bringing up the sex date your wife is unwittingly attending on Friday. Admitting that now would ruin everything so far so you just agree that you were being jealous.

Besides, it's not entirely untrue. You do wish your wife had sent you those pictures and not Matt, although you understand she was looking for his opinion as someone who has actually been to Chez Mignon before, whereas you have only ever been on the outside looking in. But you feel a great wave of relief wash over you now, aware that your wife wasn't hiding anything, she was just nervous about the price.

"Aw, that's so sweet."

"You think so?" You ask in surprise.

"Yeah." she blushes. "I didn't know I could still make you jealous."

She leans up and kisses you. You kiss her back while thinking about how affectionate she has become since your agreed to the sex date plan with Matt. Even though nothing has even happened yet, the change in routine as you both plan for the weekend has shaken up your married life a great deal. At first you were dubious about Matt's plan to keep you both from straying, but now you think he might actually be on to something.

"How about you go downstairs," Ariana suggests after breaking the kiss, her mouth still hanging open and panting slightly. "And I'll come down and model my new dress for you? Matt might have seen it first but you can be the first person to see it live and in the flesh."