Lisa woke to a bright morning of blue sky showing through the window of their twentieth floor suite. Bill was sleeping soundly next to her, and a quick check of the clock showed that it was just after nine. She watched Bill sleep for a couple of minutes, then quietly got out of bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom to make sure she wasn't a disaster, she donned one of the robes and a pair of slippers that sat in the closet.
At check-in time, the clerk had gone through a list of the amenities available on the club floor, and one of them was a complimentary breakfast bar. She had them make her an omelette, grabbed some bacon, sausage and toast, and took it, along with a carafe of coffee, back to the room on a large tray.
She quietly entered the room and set up their table with breakfast, then went in to see that Bill was still sleeping.
"Wake up sleepy head," she whispered in his ear, "Today is my day and I've got so many big plans before the ballet. Come get some coffee and breakfast."
Lisa handed him a robe and she left the room quickly. She heard him in the bathroom and he came out rubbing his eyes.
"I got you some bacon and sausage because you're going to need your energy to keep up with me this morning."
Bill wasn't taking her bait. He came over to her and kissed her on the lips, briefly, and said, "This looks great, thanks, babe."
During their breakfast, Lisa told him a couple of her plans, but not all. There was a craft fair on the downtown mall that she wanted to attend, and a bookstore that she'd like to visit. Both were in walking distance.
"I need to get pretty before the ballet, so we need to get back here an hour before. So if you're finished, let's go have a quick shower."
Lisa grabbed the last piece of bacon, ate half, and fed the rest to Bill with a flirty gesture. She walked into the bathroom, dropping her robe and kicking off her slippers as she entered the walk-in shower. She turned it on and let the water warm up - it flowed from a large overhead shower as well as nozzles on the side. She grabbed her shampoo and conditioner and started on her hair. She felt Bill's arms around her and he asked, "Want some help?"
"Scrub me down and then we'll switch," she said.
Bill grabbed a washcloth and did an especially thorough job scrubbing her body, especially her rear end.
"OK, let's switch," she said. She took some of her shampoo and scrubbed his hair. Then she soaped up another washcloth and scrubbed him down. She soaped his semi-erect penis and said, "I'd love to spend some more time on this but my schedule just will not allow it." She smiled a naughty smile and avoided the swat that Bill had aimed at her rear end.
"Today is my day, mister. You can do that any other day, but not on *my* day." She quickly dried off, and combed out her hair. It was thick and took a while to dry, so she wrapped it in a towel as she went into the other room to grab her clothes.
She gave her hair a quick brushing and pulled on a cute sundress with bright little flowers, a fitted top and a flared skirt. She popped a couple of the top buttons to show some cleavage. Then she pulled on some ankle socks and a pair of high-top canvas sneakers, commenting, "We're going to do a lot of walking, but I think these look cute."
She pulled out a purse that could be worn like a backpack from her suitcase, and threw in a few essentials. She swiped on a little lipstick and looked at Bill as he finished dressing. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, and a navy polo tucked in. His shoes were white walking shoes.
As they were descending in the elevator, she told Bill, "Everything today is my treat. I don't want you to think about money, I've got it covered." She gave Bill a bratty grin, and he smiled back.
Bill knew she was trying to wind him up, but he was actually enjoying seeing his wife, who often seemed lost in thought and sometimes burdened by life, acting so carefree and playful.
Their first stop was a clothing store that Lisa had researched earlier. She walked in and looked at the men's clothes. She picked out a black pair of shorts and a grey shirt with a subtle check. The shorts were stretchy and a little form-fitting. Both were a brand known for yoga clothes.
"Go try these on and I'll look at the shoes. No belt, and don't tuck in the shirt."
"Yes, ma'am."
Lisa picked out a pair of dark grey casual shoes that had soft soles and looked comfortable, but not the latest look at the nursing home, like the shoes Bill was wearing. She picked out some black below-the-ankle socks to match. She told the clerk to grab Bill's size and half sizes smaller and larger.
Bill came out with his outfit and Lisa said, "Now there's my handsome and stylish man."
"I like it,". Bill said, "If I have a say, today."
"You don't have a say, but I'm glad you like it."
Bill looked even better with the shoes, and Lisa paid for everything, stuffing his old clothes and shoes into her backpack purse.
"Now I can show you off to the women at the craft fair," Lisa said with a wink. She grabbed his hand and started walking quickly towards the downtown open air mall.
Lisa flitted around the displays, looking at jewelry and arts and crafts. She stopped at a booth that sold different jewelry, and picked out a simple black velvet choker. She tried it on and said quietly to Bill, "What do you think, Daddy."
Lisa saw the flash of lust and desire in his eyes, and said, "I think I got my answer." She purchased the choker and put it in her purse.
They passed a booth selling T-shirts, and Lisa examined a few. She picked a dark shirt with a subtle bike print, and asked the clerk, "What size do you think I should get for him?"
"To show off his physique, I'd go large."
"I think you're right. He usually swims around in an XL but let's try this." Lisa led him to the back of the booth and had Bill try it on. As she suspected, his small weight loss and tightening up from exercise made a Large just fit.
She said quietly, "I can already see the changes you're making and I love it."
Bill put on the other shirt Lisa had bought him, and she paid for the t-shirt.
"Look at the time!" Lisa exclaimed. "We need to get to the bookstore."
Bill followed the whirlwind that was his wife from the craft fair to the big downtown bookstore. Lisa looked at the store directory and went to the Feminism and Women's Issues section. She said, "We can meet in the coffee shop downstairs when we're done." She almost laughed out loud at the relief in his face.
Lisa picked out a couple of books on sex work, one written by a former worker who now was a researcher, which was full of statistics about sex work, the other by an activist who was advocating changes in laws and policies.
She paid for her purchases and found Bill in the coffee shop, reading the local free newspaper. "You said I couldn't buy anything for myself today, so I just made do with this." Bill gave her a playful smile as he said it.
"I get the feeling that when you call the shots tomorrow, I'm going to regret a little of my brattiness today."
"No comment on that, but I think a mocha and a chocolate croissant would sure go a long way to help your case." Bill said.
