Well-dressed gentleman

Upon hearing your answer, I stop moving on your cock entirely, clenching the walls of my pussy, gripping your cock tightly for a moment and smiling down at you. "Sounds great, sweetie! But just to make things extra fun, no more sex or cumming for either of us until the big night! I want things to be extra special!" And with that, I release your cock and climb off of you. Getting up out of bed to go to the bathroom to prepare myself for the day. "Oh and, Clyde, I want you to pick out what I'll wear. I want this to be perfect for you!"

The rest the week goes rather normally for us, though it's clear that both of us are preoccupied with our anniversary. The lack of orgasms helping to build up the excitement even more. But finally our anniversary is here, and you present me with a package, telling me it's what you want me to wear tonight. There's only a black dress, and a new pair of very sexy high heels, Louboutins, my favorite. I remark that there's no underwear included, and you tell me that you don't want me to wear any, "Ohh you want me to be a bad girl, don't you?" You nod, and I take the package to the bathroom, so I can surprise you. I finish getting ready, hair and make up done, nails had been done earlier in the day. My lips, finger and toenails all a matching shade of bright red, approximately the same shade as the soles of my new shoes. Heavy eye shadow and eyeliner of course. The heels are quite high, a full 6", strappy and oh so sexy. I slide on the dress, and strut out to where you are, to model it for you.

I can tell by your reaction that you're very pleased as I turn in a little circle. The tiny, backless little dress barely covers my ass, and the plunging neckline goes down to nearly my belly button, leaving plenty of cleavage on display. The back coming down to my firm ass, so low that you can actually see the very top of my ass cheeks, right where they separate, making it obvious to anybody that I don't have any underwear on. A look that says elegant-but-slutty. I'll definitely attract plenty of attention in this outfit. Which is the point I suppose. And with that, we're off. You had selected an upscale bar we've never been to before, and as we approach, I can feel myself getting more excited, more turned on, as if that were possible. It didn't help matters that I'd been teasing myself to the edge for half an hour every day. Partly because I wanted to make sure I didn't chicken out, and partly because I just couldn't help it, thinking about being taken by another man, while you watch, had me even hotter than I thought it would.

When we get inside the bar, you direct us to a pair of stools at the bar, and the bartender approaches us rather quickly, likely because of how I look. You order for both of us, a merlot for me, and a scotch for yourself. Even as excited as we both are, we are rather nervous, and need the **** to calm down. Sure, the fantasy of it is incredibly erotic, but reality doesn't always measure up. And now that we're here, it's clear that both of us are a little unsure. After our drinks, you order a second round. We make a bit of small talk and look around the room, and you begin asking me about various men, possible candidates to fulfill this fantasy. I'm glad you're taking the initiative on this part, allowing me to relax, and as you point out the various men, I begin picturing myself having sex with them.

The first candidate is considerably older than us, probably in his fifties. Salt-and-pepper hair, fit, with a nicely groomed beard. Looking at him, I can certainly see the appeal. Definitely a take charge kind of guy, with lots of experience and confidence. He'd likely be able to give you a few pointers.

Then there's the bartender. Younger than us, very fit and handsome. A young stallion, he'd be quite the wild ride.

Then there's the guy wearing all black. Probably around your age, just a few years older than myself. He seems a little dangerous, which I cannot deny is something that really gets me going.

And finally, there's the black man. Very tall and muscular, he reminds me of Idris Elba. He has a relaxed, pleasant, confident demeanor, and oozes sex appeal.

In the end, I say to you, "I'm comfortable with any of them, and since this is my present to you, I'm going to let you decide which of these men will fuck your wife."