The date started by me picking out the dress she should wear. Going through her closet, I picked a dark blue wrap-around dress and laid it on our bed. I picked out her panties, and a pair of strappy high-heels. I even picked out her jewelry, which was purposely very minimal. On top, I placed a note in an envelope.
"Be ready at 6 for a very special meal! Please wear ONLY what I have laid out for you. No substitutions or additions! :)" She came in and found the clothes laid out and the note. I loved the expression on her face when she asked what was going on. I drank in her excitement. She read the note, and the mixture of joy and puzzlement was thrilling to me.
"Oh, you forgot a bra! Silly man! You forget those things." She started for her drawer where she keeps them. My hand stopped the drawer from opening.
"I didn't forget."
She looked into my eyes. A little shocked. A little pleased with my implied complement. She started to protest. She is a natural DD, and feels very self-conscious when she does not wear a bra. But I knew my normally conservative wife has a girl-gone-wild inside of her. It just needs a bit of coaxing to come out. I told her the "no bra" was very important to me. She acted reluctant, but said yes.
She looked stunning! She kept looking in the mirror. She tried every angle, worried that the lack of security of a bra and the looseness of the wrap-around dress might expose her. And she could see her nipples through the fabric. So could I. She did not like how much her breasts moved as she moved. I liked it very much!
I wrapped my arms around her from behind and insisted that she looked gorgeous and that the way she looked was a huge gift to me. She kissed me, and said she would do it for me, but that I owed her - big time! I just smiled. We walked out together. Walking out the front door she was looking both ways to see if anyone was looking at us. They weren't. I opened the car door for her. I could tell she was being extra careful getting in. We went to one of our favorite restaurants. The hostess already had our name, and she escorted us to our table. My wife was still self-conscious as we walked, but now with a bit of pride. I had worked hard the entire trip to convince her that she looked amazing. If anyone stared, it would be out of desire or jealousy, not judgment.
Months ago I had spotted the perfect table for our adventure, and I made sure that we got it. The table had room for four, but also worked well for just the two of us. This restaurant has an unusual design with a maze of adjoining dining rooms and twisty hallways to connect them. This table was not near any others. It had a view of a bigger dining room, but it was almost a cubby in the hallway. Only the wait staff would walk close by, and even those were likely coming to our table.
The waiter brought us our first drink, and I waited until the first glass of wine was half gone. Then I put a small jewelry box on the table. She looked at me with a sparkle in her eye and the joy of a kid at Christmas.
"What's this?" She asked?
"It's for you," I replied, "but it isn't free!"
I let the mystery linger a bit and enjoyed the amused but puzzled look on her face. She already knew I had some wild intentions for the evening, and by wearing what I had asked her to, she had already set her mind to enjoy it.
Leaning close to her perfumed neck, I whispered, "To get what is in this box, you have to flash me!"
"In here?" she asked.
"If you want what is in the box...." I replied. She took a quick look around. The round booth we were sitting in had a view of some other tables but as I mentioned had just a bit of a secluded feel. Since the booth was round, it would be fairly easy for her to turn to me, and give me a semi-private show.
"You picked this table on purpose!" She was starting to realize just how much planning had gone into this evening. The fact that I had planned this, special night and kept it a secret pleased her. And the mystery box was really getting to her.
We were both very excited now. I could feel my heart racing. I had planned this evening to be a thrill ride, but it was up to her now whether this would be a great evening or a bust. She looked around several times trying to see if anyone was looking our way. She swallowed the rest of her wine from her glass. Deciding she could get away with it, she pulled the top of her dress apart. Not only did she give me a flash, but she left her dress open until I said "Thanks!" The whole time her dress was open, she was drinking in my lusting stare.
She put her lovely breasts away and I handed her the box. She opened it with a giggle. Inside the box was an earring. I had picked it out carefully. I knew she was going to love it, and she did. She took it out, and told me it was gorgeous.
"Where is the other one?" she asked.
I put another box on the table! Just then the waiter came back and brought us our salads. When he left she was all about the new box.
"To get this box, you have to let me feel!" I said with a wink. Again she looked around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to us. Satisfied that no one was looking, she opened the top of her dress again and I cupped her breasts. Looking around myself, and satisfied we were not getting any attention, I bent down and sucked on her breasts. When she pulled my head to her and gasped, I knew this was going to be everything I had hoped for.
I did not want to over-do it by doing too much too early. I fondled her just long enough to know her pussy was tingling and sat back up. Her shudder as she wrapped her breasts back up told me I had timed it well. She was clenching her legs together and could not hide her lust revealed in her face.
I slide the box over to her, and she opened it up. She took both of her other earrings off and put on the new ones. I was difficult to eat, as our hunger was more for each other now than the food, but I waited until the salad was half way gone, then I put another box on the table.
She looked up with me, surprised and said "Another one?"
