Pretty

"Well?" my wife asked, showing off her dress.

"It...it's pretty," I mumbled, unable to hide the jealously in my voice.

She looked at me, smiled. "Like go to dinner with your husband pretty or catch a man's eye pretty?"

"I...I don't know," I said.

"I don't want the former," she said, "I want to catch his eye, I want him to know I'm not just flirting with him, I want him to know I'm seducing him."

"He...he'll know," I said.

"This is your fantasy," she said.

"I know," I said, "I just..."

"Will you wait up?"

I nodded.

She smiled. "The other part of your fantasy."

I blushed. "Yes," I said.