Shopping

I was looking through a display of lingerie when a voice behind me startled me. "Can I help you find something?"

I turned, saw a very attractive woman smiling at me.

"I...I'm looking for something for my wife," I said.

"Great, I can help. What's the occasion? Birthday? Anniversary?"

"No, she has...I mean we...have...a...a special night out planned."

"Ohhh, sounds wonderful," the woman said, "I'm happy to help with that. This set you're looking at is a really great line...the panties come in thongs or briefs and each color has a matching garter belt. I assume you don't mind seeing her in stockings."

I blushed, looked down, hoped she didn't see or pick up on my discomfort. "N...no, I don't mind," I said.

"What's the occasion? I mean, what's the special night out...dinner and a show? Dinner and home? Dinner and a hotel room? That might change what we look at."

"D...dinner and...and a hotel room," I said.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said.

"Are you going to be with her or waiting at home?"

"What?" I asked, astounded at her question.

"I've been doing this for some time, I'm pretty good at reading these kind of things. I'm guessing you're not going to be with her, that's she's got a special night out planned with someone else."

I tried to keep eye contact, knew I had to do so to deny it, but couldn't. "She...we...she..."

"Has she been seeing him long or is this something new?"

"How...how do you..."

"Like I said, I've been doing this for some time. So is he someone new in her life or has he been around for awhile."

"He...they...a...a couple of months," I mumbled.

"So he's her boyfriend," she said, "and you're picking out something special for her to wear...can I infer this is their first overnight date?"

I nodded. "She...she usually comes home."

"She's nervous, isn't she?"

I nodded again. "She...she thinks I'll...that I won't do well."

"You're such a sweet husband," she said, "this is your way of reassuring her?"

I nodded a third time. "I thought...I mean...I thought if I bought her something special to wear..."

"For him..."

"For him..."

"She'd realize you're good with it. You know, that's the sweetest thing I've heard all week."

"Are...are you married?" I asked.

She smiled. "Yea, but my husband sounds more like your wife's boyfriend than her husband. He'd never do something like this...but then, he's not the type of guy I'd do something like this, either."

"I..." I looked down, felt ashamed.

"It's so romantic, though...buying something special for her to wear for her an overnight with boyfriend." She touched my arm, sending tingles through my body. "She's very lucky."

"I...I hope..."

"So this set comes in red, pink, or black and white. Normally, I'd suggest pink, it's more traditionally romantic, but what your wife has planned, I think I'd suggest red with black stockings. Black and red reads more sexy than pure romantic. I assume he likes her in stockings?"

I looked down again. "He...he does."

She took a bra and a garter belt, in red, off the wall, held it up to herself. "I'd go with this. Thong panties, of course. Her first overnight with him, you'll want her to set the right mood, the right tone. You don't want her feeling confused; he'll pick up on that so send her looking her best. That will be her mindset; she'll know this is what you want."

I moaned softly. She looked at my midsection, smiled. "You're caged, aren't you?"

"What?" I gasped.

"You're caged, aren't you? She's a smart woman, that's the best way."

"I...I don't..."

"Some women resist it thinking it's cruel but they're wrong. Chastity isn't cruel, it's an act of kindness, the best way to help a husband to resist his...urges...which if given in to just spoil everything."

I didn't admit or deny but she knew. 

"Shall we ring you up, then?"

"I...I suppose," I said.

"Like I said, she's a lucky woman."