The week after the single party went quickly, everything was good, my wife was happy and positive.
Friday morning she said cautiously: "Henrik asks if he and I can have lunch tomorrow."
"Of course you can. I will find something to do, so that you can be here," I replied and continued: "you shop for a good lunch. I'll leave early, so the two of you will be alone in the house."
She looked relieved; maybe she had expected me to be negative. But how could I? She should be allowed to be without me once in a while and do as she pleases. And her experiences over the weekend had done her good.
She shopped during the day and at dinner she asked, “Are you sure it's okay for us to keep you out of the house tomorrow?"
I answered: "Yes, I've made an appointment tomorrow from 12 to 6 p.m. I'll be home around 6.30 p.m., and then maybe the three of us can have dinner together?"
"We haven't talked about dinner," she replied, "But let's just say that, I'll ask him tomorrow."
Saturday morning I noticed that she had bought new underwear; a small thong and an open bra, which was laid out so discreetly that I probably shouldn't have seen it. It was under a transparent blouse and a pair of (also new) leggings which looked extremely tight. I thought, "WOW, she really intends to make an impression on him. I can't wait to see her in it!"
It was 11 o'clock, I had to leave soon, but she was in no hurry to get dressed. Obviously I wasn't supposed to see how gorgeous she intended to look. Maybe she thought I'd be jealous.
I couldn't wait any longer to see her in that outfit, so I said, "Aren't you going to wear clothes today? I would like to see what you're going to look like when Henrik arrives."
She answered somewhat hesitantly: "I haven't quite decided yet. I'll go upstairs and look at it when you're gone."
I couldn't help it, so I said: "Now I've actually seen what you've just bought, and I'd like to see you in it before I drive off, and you have to promise me that you will wear it when I get home. I'm not jealous or mad, I just want to see what you are going to look like when Henrik comes."
She replied: "I'd rather wait to put it on until you are gone, but I promise you'll see it when you get home."
I said: "Ok, then I will look forward to seeing you when I get home, but under no circumstances can you change your bra. I love a pretty half cup bra with a pair of beautiful breasts in it."
She replied: "So you have seen that the bra is very small? You were not supposed to know that."
I said: "You know I'm not jealous, I want you to have good sex with other men, now that I can't give it to you anymore. Of course you have to wear that bra under a see-through blouse. He'll love it. You have the nicest breasts anyone can dream of and it looks like your new leggings are quite revealing too. It's going to be a lovely day for you two and I'm content to come home and see you looking naughty, as long as it's the two of us who are married and who love each other."
She answered by walking up the stairs to the bedroom. I waited anxiously to see what she would do, and after a while she came down. She looked like a goddess, her breasts were lifted by the small bra and the nipples stood out through the see-through blouse, shouting "Come and touch us, come and tear off her blouse and lick us, come and love us!" The tight leggings looked like they had been painted on. Overall she looked like somebody who was looking forward to be fucked. Well, actually that was exactly what was going to happen!