Following his wife upstairs nervously, he sat on the bad watching the baseball game as his wife Denise tried on different clothes.  Each time she reappeared from their walk-in closet, Chris' hopes were slashed and disappointment spread across his face.  "Too baggy" he quipped on one, "We're going out to a club, not a religious retreat, show a little skin" he joked, a bit nervous because he had bought her a dress a few weeks ago, and was awaiting the right time to present it to her.<br/>"No, that's cute, but something a little more eye catching." he murmured on the next, seeing that his wife was growing frustrated with the process of culling through the outfits as well.<br/><br/>Chris finally stood up, went to the closet and hidden behind winter coats, pulled out this stunning, shimmering and oh so sexy Tube dress, with a high slit at the hem. He didn't say a word at first,  but held it out infant of him, on the hanger, like a proud 5 yearly kid displays their crayons artwork.  Denise' face went blank, not quite the reaction Chris had hoped for.<br/><br/>(http://us01.imgcdn.ymcart.com/25101/2018/10/3/5/355c680b2fa001b4.jpg)<br/><br/>"Now babe, I think you would look stunning in this!   Bought it a few weeks back with the hopes you'd be able to wear it on a date night before the weather got to cold."  He walked over to her and held it up.  It definitely was going to  b a tight fit, with her huge breast and curvaceous thighs and ass.  "What do you think, want to at least try it on before you say "NO!"?  He smiled, flashed his playful puppy dog face and handed her the dress, hoping she would at leas humor him and try it on.  Before she disappeared, he quickly commented from around the corner, "Just imagine the heads you'll turn in that.  Want to be my flirtatious vixen at the club tonight?   I'm dying to see you in action flirting!" he blushed as the words escaped his lips.  The thought sent a twitch to his crotch, and caused his heart to flutter because it was his taboo fantasy that he was partially ashamed to admit turned him on.  He sat on the bed anxiously awaiting to hear her thoughts on the dress, crossing his fingers he had bought the right size.