Dress

I looked at the dress my wife had carefully arranged, the soft pink, the lace appliqué. "M...Monica," I gasped.

"I know, I know, it's so pink and feminine, trust me, I know. He's taking you to the symphony and to dinner, there's no reason not to dress up."

"But I...I mean..."

"Sweetie," she touched my arm, "it's your first date with a man, you don't have to worry about looking too pretty. Just wait till you see the lingerie I got."

"Monica!"

"Hon, if you're doing this, if you're going to go out on a date, you're not doing it half-assed."

I felt the familiar feelings swell inside me any anything feminine. Soft feelings, pretty feelings, submissive feelings. "What lingerie?" I asked.

She smiled. "Remember that cute lace set I showed you? I got it."

"Monica, you didn't!"

"I'm not saying he'll get to see it, you never know, but if you two really hit it off, you don't want to hold back"

"Monica, we talked about this."

"I know," she said, "I know. I told you, I'm not just giving you permission, I'm encouraging you. I want you to do this, I'm not just saying it, I really want this for you. You don't have to wonder anymore, I want you to experience it."