Every year my wife's firm held a formal ball. This year, despite knowing she is married, my wife's boss asked her if she would accompany him as his date. She has applied for a big promotion, so she didn't feel like she could decline his invitation and knew that I would understand.
"Thank you for helping me get ready for the ball tonight sissy," my wife said as I cinched her dress in the back.
"It's okay. I don't mind," I replied.
"Do you think John will like it?"
"Uh, yeah!" I told her. "What man wouldn't?"
"I suppose you're right. But, I mean, do you think he'll want me to, you know, go home with him?"
"Go home with him?" I asked. That wasn't part of the plan I didn't think.
"Would you prefer I bring him here? Yes. Maybe that would be better. Then he could meet you. Would you like that?"
"Are you saying, like, ah, this?"
"Of course sissy! I wouldn't want him to think you were going to interfere with our evening. Maybe you could fluff him for me. Hmmm?"
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