Gift

I was sitting on the edge of the tub, watching my wife finish her makeup. She was wearing a tight dress and looked simply stunning. I was trying to work up the courage to ask her what was on my mind, but the words wouldn’t come.

"What?" she finally asked, looking at me.

"N...nothing," I stammered.

"What?" she asked again.

"I...I just didn't want you to forget...to forget to ask him."

"Ask him what?" a deep voice behind me asked.

I turned around and saw a man standing there. Richard. He was tall and muscular, with an unshaven face.

"N...nothing," I said again.

"Ask him what?" he asked again, arms crossed, a stern look on his face.

Brittany, my wife, turned around and looked at me, then at Richard. "He wants to take me to the Caribbean," she said, "he won a reward trip at work."

"When?" Richard asked.

"In...in October," I said softly. "I thought...I mean...I thought it would be nice for us to have...a...you know..."

"A what?" Richard asked. "A romantic getaway?" A smile appeared on his face.

"What?" Brittany asked.

"Just picture it,", he said. "What he's imagining. You in your bikini during the day, little sun dresses at night."

Brittany looked at me. "Perv," she laughed.

"You're...you're my wife," I said.

Richard walked over to her, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her. "I think it's a great idea," he said.

"You...you do?" I asked.

"She's your wife," Richard said, "of course I do."

"I...thank you," I said, meaning it.

"When in October?" Richard asked.

"The last week," I said.

"Perfect," he said.

Brittany looked at me, then at Richard. "Richard," she said, "you're not...I mean..."

"I didn't pick the month," he said, "it just happened to be October."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Richard," Brittany said, "you're not..."

"I certainly am," he said.

"You certainly are what?" I asked.

"Starting you in a chastity cage for the month of October," he said.

"For...for the whole month?" I asked.

"For the foreseeable future," he said, "starting with October."

"But...but I..."

"Consider it a gift," he said, "a gift from me to you. I wouldn't approve of it any other way."