There are times in life when a series of small events, actions, or lack thereof, can lead to an unexpected and life changing result. In our case the small event was a boring as hell meet and great at the nicest hotel in the city. I don't come close to the social level, or wealth level, of the people that frequent that hotel. I certainly don't work at the level to warrant an invitation to a party held there under normal circumstances.
I'm David and I am the design engineer/inventor of a new device that has management excited. Outside of our clearly defined industry no one else cares what the device is. Within our industry it is a game changer. One of those things that you could 'what-if' yourself to death about. 'What if I had invented it on my own? Would I now be beyond filthy rich?' Of course, if I had invented it on my own the chances would have been slim to none that anyone that mattered would have ever seen it. In the end what matters is that my career was now reasonably secure, and my bonus is going to be amazing! So, I couldn't bitch too much.
It only follows that management wanted me there for the grand unveiling during a huge party at the nicest hotel in town. Investors wanted to see the face of the guy who created the newest new thing. Talk about mandatory attendance! Nothing short of a national disaster would have gotten me out of going. The same requirement implicitly included my wife Susan. I doubt that if the roles were reversed, I would be so easily accepting of the idea. Instead of resisting, Susan embraced it. Even though she would be out of her element, as would I, she supported me without hesitation.
Susan and I met after work at our preferred local watering hole. The Silver Grill makes the best burger I have ever eaten, and Susan agrees with my opinion. Over burgers and beers, I told her about the upcoming party. Her enthusiasm was infectious to the point that I was almost looking forward to it. I had to smile at her excitement about the event. It didn't surprise me given a moment to think about it.
Susan is my sunshine. She has a wonderful outlook on life and gives every situation and everyone in it the benefit of the doubt. That said, she is nobody's fool. I was irresistibly drawn to her from the first time I heard her laugh and my eyes landed on her at a college party. She is several inches taller than my five foot-six inches. She is slender, but not skinny, with all the bumps in the right places and those bumps are quite easy on the eye. Her legs are my favorite feature. Her perfectly shaped legs seem to go on forever. Legs that beg for my hand to glide upward on a mission of discovery. Her tight round ass invites stares. Guys have been known to walk into things when they catch a view of her legs and ass. Her slender neck and pert breasts with nickel sized areola beg to be kissed, sucked, and nibbled. Beautiful green eyes shine humorously, and auburn hair hangs in ringlets down her back.
She is in amazing shape because she is competitive. She isn't a gym rat. If there isn't competition, she isn't interested. She gets her workout playing tennis, golfing, and running half marathons. She is just as competitive playing pool, bowling, or playing cards. You would expect someone that competitive to be a sore loser when the game doesn't go her way. You would be wrong. She is just as magnanimous in loss as she is in victory. To her, the game is the thing. She isn't trying to beat you. She is trying to beat the game. I have never met anyone, male or female, anything like her. I am a blessed man.
I decided that if we had to go, we would go in style. I knew I was spending a bonus I hadn't received yet, but I didn't care. We, especially my wife, deserved knew clothes, "Babe, I have decided that we need to dress for the occasion and that means new clothes for both of us."
Susan grinned at me, "Well then hubby of mine, it is my goal to dress you like the hunk you are!"
"I don't get to pick out my own clothes?"
"Nope, not a chance. You have the fashion sense of a nudist camp and you can't see colors for shit."
"OK. Then I get to pick your clothes. I will let you help me with color coordination, but you have to wear what I pick out for you."
"Conditionally. If you pick out some potato sack, I am not wearing it."
"Oh, trust me, it won't be a potato sack or an onion sack for that matter. Although I do find the idea of net stockings intriguing!"
"Maybe some other time on the net stockings. I don't think they would fit in well at the kind of party we are going to."
My head was spinning with ideas and the erection forming in my pants meant I had to change the subject until we got home. Either that or let everyone in the place think I liked them a bit more than they might be comfortable with. We decided to get started the next day. If we couldn't get everything on Saturday, we would finish up on Sunday. The party was a week away on Saturday.
I shop like I work, with a goal in mind. I plan and execute the plan until it needs adjusting, and move on from there. I don't normally do the kind of shopping my wife likes because it is much too random for me. I made an exception in this case and enjoyed almost every minute of it. The fittings got tiresome, but the rest of it was fun. Especially picking out Susan's clothing for the evening.
If Susan had known where my mind was going her competitive streak would have come out and who knows what she would have made me wear. I just happen to be smart enough to know that and was determined to keep my own council. Even so I have to say the suit she picked out was by far the nicest clothing I had ever owned, or even touched for that matter. She even bought me silk boxers.
I am built like a fire plug, short and wide. I am not fat, or even overweight, I am just very wide and very muscular. I tend to intimidate people that don't know me, at least until they see me smile. I did a good bit of brawling growing up and have a few scars to show for it. As a young man I felt the need to address wrongs violently. It took me a while to figure out that a good ass kicking will not change evil behavior for long, if at all. I am still more than happy to issue one if needed. I just find that I no longer need to issue them as often. Susan has seen me in action twice. Once to protect her and once to help a stranger. She didn't rejoice in it, but she didn't condemn me either. She made it clear she understood why I needed to do what I did, then she fucked my brains out.
My clothing nearly always needs to be altered. Pants that fit my legs are too wide to fit my waist and extend past my feet. Shirts are nearly impossible. I have three 'X' chest, shoulders, and arms, but a medium waist. Shirts that fit my upper body have sleeves that extend well past my fingers. Fortunately, the tailor we bought my suit and shirts from also made them and he assured us that all would be ready no later than Thursday.
The tailor recommended a local jewelry store for the cuff links. I had never owned a pair and was astonished at the price range. The set that Susan picked out were the same azure blue as my eyes, or so she says. I have no reason to doubt her even if they looked kind of green to me. She held one up next to her green eye and I could see that there was not a bit of green on the cuff links. I can see bright colors perfectly well, but shades of color confuse me. Navy blue is black to me.
The occasion, that Susan picked them out, and that the cuff links were things of beauty meant that they were destined to be a lifetime keepsake. They were nearly as important to me as my wedding ring even though they would probably never leave the safe at our house again after the party,
I wasn't a bit confused about color when I saw the necklace. A marquee cut emerald surrounded by gold that was elegant but not overstated. The jeweler held it up next to Susan's face and I could see that it matched her eyes perfectly. I was ready to buy it immediately until he told us the price. It was ludicrously expensive. It was my annual salary expensive, and I would have bought it anyway if Susan were not already aware of the price. She made it abundantly clear that she could never wear something that cost more than our house, even assuming we could afford such a thing. She would be worried about something happening to it constantly and would not enjoy wearing it.
I was deeply disappointed that I could not buy it for her. We bought my cuff links and a matching tie tack before moving on to lunch. I was so excited about shopping for Susan I didn't have much appetite. Susan picked up on my lack of appetite, "You are not eating, and your hands won't stop fidgeting. What's going on with you?"
"I'm excited and nervous."
"About what?"
"Shopping for your party outfit."
"Why on earth would that make you crazy? You aren't planning on dressing me like a stripper or something are you?"
"I can't explain it in a way that makes sense. And no, I am not dressing you like a stripper. I don't get to buy something nice for you that often so please be patient with me."
