Chris returned the wide-eyed stare, jaw hitting the floor when Denise returned wearing the dress.  It was shorter than he expected, and he couldn't even fathom how she managed to squeeze her tits into the top, but she had, and she looked amazing.  It was almost too revealing, he wasn't even sure the bouncers or mangers of the establishment would allow her in dressed like that. So when his wife confronted him about how she looked, he smiled, and blatantly lied, not wanting her to rethink wearing the dress or even going out and seeking attention from another man.  "No way Babe!  You look So ridiculously HOT!   Damn I never knew my wife could look so Delicious" he smiled, biting his lip in aww, and in disbelief.  for the first time he grew uncertain, wondering if indeed someone at the establishment would think she was a hooker. But he couldn't let Denise know he was having doubts, if he wavered, then she would doubt herself and the whole game of seeing her flirt with a stranger would be out the window.  He pulled her in tight, her boobs pressed against his chest and kissed her passionately on the lips hoping to instill the confidence she needed to pull this off, and to reassure himself.   "I'll get dressed while you finish your hair and makeup"<br/><br/>Chris rummaged through his closet, opting for a neat pair of dark denim jeans and a gray polo shirt, with comfortable loafers on his feet.  He put on a liberal amount of his favorite cologne, combed his hair and waited for Denise downstairs.  The clicking of her heels each step down the wooden stairs signaled she was ready and coming down, excitedly Chris turned off the T.V., grabbed the keys to the car and playfully cat-called whistled as she appeared in the foyer.  "You might get a lot of that tonight Babe!" he teased.  He set the alarm and off they went to the garage, opting to take Chris' SUV downtown to the club.<br/><br/>There was some tension in the air during the 20 minute drive  downtown. Chris kept shooting glances over, the dress dazzled and sparkled from passing street lights.  He noticed instantly Denise had to continuously tug her skirt down, as it would ride up exposing her thong with just the slightest of movement.  He expected her to be nervous, so he reached his right hand and caressed her knee and thigh.  "if you don't feel comfortable at anytime, just say the word, we'll call it a night and go home.   I won't be mad, I swear, K?" he looked over at her sincerely as they found the parking lot next to the club, which had a decent amount of patrons waiting to get inside all ready.  Chris parked the car, and turned of the ignition.  "Seriously Hun, I won't be mad if nobody is your type, and you don't flirt.  Can't force it, right? And I don't want you to do dance or flirt if it makes you uncomfortable, the ball is in your court, just remember that" he smiled, kissed her once more and together they walked arm in arm towards the club, drawing attention from passerby's both men and women alike.<br/>