Fantasy to Reality

 

"God, Brittney," he stammered, seeing his wife's low cut dress.

"You like?" she asked, sitting on the couch, letting the hem ride up, showing off the welts of her stockings.

"I...yea," he said, unable to look away from her. "Wait," he shook his head, "you...you can't wear that."

"Why not?" she asked. "You said it turns you on when I wear skimpy dresses and you get to show me off."

"Yea, but..."

She adjusted the hem of her dress, pulled it down as far as it would go which wasn't enough to hide her welts. "You said you like fantasizing about me with other men."

"Yea, but...but we're meeting Brian," he said.

"I know," she said.

"But..."

"I think it's time to change fantasy into reality," she said.

"You know he's always had a thing for me and if I'm going to make your fantasies a reality, I want to do it with a strong, hot, masculine man."

"B...Brittney..."

"It's your choice," she said, "I'll change if you want, but if not, I'll keep this on and just let things go where they go."