The New Dress

‘Don’t lock the door, Julie will be here soon’ I called out as David came home from work. I was still upstairs unpacking the spoils from my shopping trip. Our front door swelled in its frame every autumn and stayed jammed shut until summer. We could have gotten a carpenter to shave the door down but somehow it never seemed that important. Friends automatically came to the kitchen door even when spring had passed weeks before. Close friends became accustomed to coming in without needing to knock if the door was unlocked, they would call out to announce their arrival if our farmhouse style kitchen were empty. 

Excited with my purchase I slipped on the new dress I had bought for work before going downstairs. David is a real sweetie and would say I look stunning if I was wearing a grain sack.

‘It needs shortening a little, Julie will be here soon to pin it for me’ I said. Even though he does not like me wearing what he considers to be ‘too short’ dresses to work David knows better than to disagree with me. 

In a teasing mood I held the hem about six inches above my knee and asked if it would be too short. Although David said I would look cute I knew full well he would secretly hate me to wear such a short dress. Inwardly I smiled as I imagined him trying to think of a way to tactfully suggest longer.

‘That length would be fine if I were still a single twenty something’ I said with a smile as I let the hem fall back in place and raised it barely an inch above my knee. ‘Style this season is this long’ I said with a smile to put him out of his misery.

My new dress is the perfect look for spring according to fashion magazines. Fitted to just below the bust then a gentle flare to hem and two small front pleats. The light summer weight  material would do little to conceal what lay within, with a discreet high neckline it would be perfect for me to wear braless. When choosing the dress I had thought of the way those single barely twenty somethings in the office with their push up bras using exposed cleavage as they tried to attract Tom or any mans eyes when, as I well knew from summers past, all that was needed was the dark hint of a nipple beneath the thin material of a summer dress.

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The debris of dinner still littered the table, Yorushika played at low volume in the background, we were sitting chatting at the big pine table, the centre of our live-in kitchen as we did most evenings when the telephone rang.

‘Something has come up, could we make it another time?’ Julie said.

‘Another time is fine, I had other dresses that I could wear next day’ I said with a thinly disguised bitchiness. Tomorrows weather forecast is to be the first warm sunny day of the season. You need that dress tomorrow the voice in my head was shouting. 

‘I thought you didn’t like Julie…understandable with her being the town gossip’ David said ‘why not ask Eileen or’ 

‘You think I am the same fucking size as Eileen?’  I stared at David ‘she might be a gossip but she is the same dress size and height as me’

David offered to pin the hem for me even though he knew he couldn’t get the hem anywhere near straight. I knew he couldn’t but accept the peace offering by smiling and pecking at his cheek, he had tried to help before and was useless at pinning a hem…then again…I did want to wear my new dress next day so much. 

My manager at work is about our age and occasionally I need to feel Tom’s eyes on me. As much as I love David and would never think of cheating, I still need to feel desirable to other men sometimes. Mostly a strangers eyes following me from across the street or noticing that a barista’s eyes stay below my neck as he hands me a coffee is enough but sometimes… 

And sometimes I need to see that same raw desire in David’s eyes as well. 

And sometimes when I have put that look in his eyes I refuse sex feigning headache or tiredness. Tonight is one of those times I am thinking. 

David is tidying the dinner things into the dishwasher, he asks if I want tea as I head towards the toilet. Instead I run upstairs and throw off my clothes as I quickly search my lingerie drawer. Within seconds I am wearing the lingerie set I hate and David loves. I have worn it on five occasions every occasion so far has concluded with sex, David thinks he knows exactly what is coming when I wear it.

A wicked smile spreads as I clip the last of the suspenders to my stocking top — no sex tonight I hear as clearly in my head as if I had shouted the words out loud for the world to hear. I step into mid height heeled sandals as I zip up my new dress then head back to the kitchen.

The room is show home magazine spotless and tidy. David is so much more than I deserve I think as he pours me a cup of Earl Grey from the pot. 

Still standing I do a twirl and say ‘see even with heels it’s too long’. 

David nods as if I had asked for his agreement while he sips his tea and I fold back the hem to a clear line in the pattern of my dress. I glance up and his eyes have remained at hem level, he has seen the flash of suspender I used to begin manipulating him.

‘I could follow this line around’ I say and hold it in place as I stand straight. The hemline barely covers my suspenders and I see the look of lust slip in David’s eyes. 

‘But it is a shorter than I want really’ I said, his face relaxes a little and I add ‘perhaps you could help…’ as I unzip the back. I pull my fuck me smile as I begin shimmying my shoulders out of the dress.

We are thinking of totally different things. David thinks he is just about to fuck me on the kitchen table. I was thinking I would lead him on a little before my headache kicks in, tonight I want him desperate for me…I want him to beg.

Then I realise we are both wrong as the storyline from a book I read ages ago suddenly fills my mind. I had read the chapter that so aroused me to David at the time, he had laughed declaring the scenario ridiculous. 

My breasts are getting a full and heavy feeling, I’m feeling so hot between my legs, I imagine breathing into a paper bag to calm myself and hide my short breaths from David. Thinking about that chapter is not enough — ridiculous or not I want to act it out.

David repeatedly swallows then sort of nods in agreement to what I had only offered in his imagination. He wants to help. I can see the bulge in his pants that shows how much he wants to help…as if fucking me on the kitchen table will help.

I stepped out of my dress and held it out to him ‘take it to our bedroom then slip it on for me so that I can pin the hem’

‘Put your dress on…no way’ David said

‘Just while I pin the hem…please I so, so much want to wear it tomorrow’ I said with a pout, ‘I will be so grateful…’

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‘Damn…too long at the front’ I said as I stood in front of our bedroom mirror then I frown and say that it is David’s fault. He looks puzzled, I cup my breasts and thrust them at him. David is standing there wearing just his underpants.

‘Then you will just have to wait until Julie comes’ David said. Before he had time to pick up his shirt I took out a Spanx from my dresser and letting it dangle from a finger I held it out towards him. He put up a fine list of reasons why he should not wear my underwired body shaper.

‘Then pick a bra you like, this one is stretchy, could fit…or this one…cerise or peach…which do you prefer?’ I said with two bras hanging from my other hand. With defeat in his eyes he took the Spanx from my hand. I openly watched as he struggled into my shaper and despite his protests I was seeing clear signs of arousal that revealed how much he liked the feeling of wearing my Spanx — much more than he had while wearing my dress I noted.

I searched out some panties and hose to pad out the cups. David did not bother complaining as he had before the first time he had worn the dress — he looked so frightened standing in the middle of the bedroom when I zipped up the back of the dress for him that my plans changed once more.

‘How about you go make a nice fresh pot of tea while I slip on that stretchy short black dress and put on some real slutty bright red lipstick?’ I said all casually as I pinned the hem wearing only my lingerie, ‘then after drinking our tea…’

The sort of smile a Cheshire Cat would have been proud of spread across David’s lips as he turned and walked downstairs. I followed on a few minutes l as I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard the back door open. 

‘It’s not what it looks like’ David was saying as I opened the door to the kitchen.

‘Oh…OK…what does it look like David?’ Julie said as her grin spread as far as her ears.

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