You can't keep your hands off her

You bound down the stairs like an excited labrador and eagerly wait for your wife to join you. Sitting on the sofa just staring a the clock, you count the minutes and it takes about twenty before you finally hear the click of heels coming down the stairs, even though it feels like much longer. You don't even look around. You wait for her to walk into your line of sight, wanting her to display herself to you.

"Tada" she announces meekly.

{if Trust <= 80}You've already seen the dress on the phone screen, but the digital picture didn't do it justice. In real life you can see just how tight the snug white dress is as it hugs her curves and lifts her breasts. And the little see-through criss-cross tracks that run over the material give an alluring sensation of peeking at the body underneath that makes the heat rise in your body and your dick stiffen in your pants. It's absolutely the hottest thing your wife has ever worn.

However, possibly because you have already seen it, your reaction isn't quite as grand as Ariana perhaps expects, so she frowns and looks down at herself.

"It looks stupid on me doesn't?" she queries as her confidence melts away.

"No way," you say, and jump up on to your feet.

{else}Your eyes bulge out of their sockets as you see the dress for the first time. You feel like a cartoon, your eyes have widened so much, but you can't help but look her over as you notice how tight the snug white dress is as it hugs her curves and lifts her breasts. And the little see-through criss-cross tracks that run over the material give an alluring sensation of peeking at the body underneath that makes the heat rise in your body and your dick stiffen in your pants. It's absolutely the hottest thing your wife has ever worn.

Another realization hits you, that your wife sent a picture of this to your best friend. You console yourself that the real thing is better than a picture, but you wonder if he felt the same way you do right now when he saw it for the first time; bug-eyed and bulging.

You must be staring very intensely because you wife blushes and asks, "is it really that good?"

"Fuck yes," you tell her and jump up on to your feet.

{endif}You close the distance and begin to rub your hands over the material, caressing her firm body underneath. Your dick twitches and bumps against her thigh as you circle her like a shark, looking at every part of her, although as you cross behind her your hungry eyes pay special attention to her pert ass that fills out the back of the dress.

"I think these are the shoes I'll wear," she tells you nervously as you stalk around her. "Just imagine my hair is done and I'm wearing make-mmmhmm"

As you return to the front, you cut her off by taking her in your arms and planting a full kiss on her lips. Your hands are on the small of her back but one quickly reaches down to squeeze her ass through the dress. She moans into your mouth and you decide to go even further. Sliding your hand down to the hem of the skirt, you try to yank it up past her ass but it's so tight that the material barely budges, and just makes her ass jiggle.

"Ah, no...don't..." your wife breaks the kiss and weakly reprimands you with breathy words. "don't ruin...ah...the dress."

You acquiesce and instead of pulling the dress up you slip your hand under. Initially you're surprised by how little distance there is from the bottom of the skirt to her panty clad pussy mound. The heel of your palm still rests against the hem of the dress as your fingers dance over your wife's pussy, stroking along the slit through her panties. She isn't quite wet yet but you can feel the heat rising from her, the steam making your palm sweat.

You lock her in for another kiss, your tongues dancing but even if her resistance is fading, it isn't gone yet and she manages to push you away again, at least breaking the kiss even if she doesn't manage to remove your fingers from her lower lips.

"Nnnnn, no, stop..." she gasps as she strikes out a hand to grasp your wrist. "You'll...nnnnnmmmmhhmmnnnn, get it d-d-dirty."

It's starting to get a little frustrating how she seems to care more about the dress than your pleasure, but it was expensive so you decide to just go with it as you pull her close again and reach behind her with your remaining free hand to find the zipper.

"Then let's take it off," you tease her with your whisper directly in her ear, and you feel her shudder, though you don't know if its from your words or your touch.

Your fingers tug at the zipper but it doesn't seem to move. You refuse to move your other hand from her pussy, you don't want to kill the mood you're creating. You kiss at her neck to distract her as you try a couple different angles, trying to find sweet spot that will allow the zipper teeth to unclench. You're sure you haven't been trying for more than several seconds but it feels like minutes and you're barely making any progress.

Suddenly, Ariana pushes you off, much more forcefully this time and you stumble backwards away from her. Her face is contorted in frustration and seething anger.

"I swear if you've broken it," she warns as she steps around to the back of the couch, putting the furniture between you.

She reaches back over her shoulder and grasps the zipper like she would any other dress and as if she had some magic access, she manages to deftly release the teeth. The back of the dress parts and instantly loosens around her body, but rather than turn back to you, to let you finish what you started, she moves towards the stairs.

"I'm going to take this off."

"Let me help-" you say, moving to follow her.

"Good night, Eric," she interrupts your idea curtly.

You're left alone in the living room, your body itchy from sexual tension and a hard-on still straining your pants.