I finally asked him what was so good about that place anyway? My husband's weakness is for a sexy set of legs especially encased in sheer silky hosiery, pantyhose or sheer silky stockings.
He said that it wasn’t his decision to go, it was the rest of the guys. My husband stated that he didn’t need to go there, for I more than satisfied his leg and hosiery fetish.
I punched him in the arm and said, “You'd better be.”
He hugged me and whispered in my ear that he thought I was sexier than any of the waitresses.
As my husband slept, my mind wondered on how I could manipulate his wanting to go out with the guys and have him desire to rush home to me instead.
I've got it, I thought to myself! The next morning, when my husband went off to work, I made a call to a distant acquaintance of ours from school that managed the local Hooters that my husband and his golfing buddies have been hanging out at.
“Sure, come on in, it will be a real trip, and we’ll catch up,” our manager friend said.
It’s not that I don’t trust my husband, though I don’t trust any of his buddies, for I've seen and heard how they behave when out as a group. I figured, instead of being the bitch and saying, "I don’t want him to go", that I’ll make myself so desirable, that he won’t want to go without me saying a word.
The following Monday, I went to the restaurant and put my plan in gear. Like clockwork, my husband called and said he was going out after golf, and he’d be home late.
“No problem," I said, "have fun”.
It was around 7-ish when my husband and his buddies came strolling in like they owned the place. They were loud and obnoxious, making a scene that caused everyone to stare at them.
When they were finally seated, I made my way over and sat on the lap of one of the guys.
“What can I get you?"
"How about a few pitchers of beer and a couple dozen wings for starters?" he asked.