Jenny Marie Jenkins was apprehensive about her drive home after work. It was Thursday, and her husband's birthday. She was going to have to do something special for him. She wasn't looking forward to it that much.
It seemed like her whole life had been sort of a "fuck-or-walk from a yacht two miles from shore." She didn't have that much objection to the men she'd had sex with so much as it never seemed to be her choice.
As a teenager, her parents had been enamored with their young youth minister at their church. They were the ones who had seemed to pick him out. They had taken the initiative of getting them together. They invited him over to dinner every Sunday evening. They were the ones who kept putting her out there for him. He is the one who finally was convinced to marry her. She was not very excited about the idea, but her parents finally convinced her that she would eventually fall in love with him.
Jenny was pretty much in love with the idea of being in love. She had been convinced that time would take care of everything. There were a lot of things that an eighteen-year-old does not think about at the time. He was about the same height as her, so she eventually became embarrassed about wearing high-heeled shoes. Girls that age and with no experience, do not usually think about the size of a man's penis.
Had she known he had had a vasectomy that probably would have been a deal breaker. Jenny desperately wanted children from an early age. Jenny was the envy of her classmates. He was a prominent person in the community, and had a secure job and financial security. She thought she would be starting a family soon. That was before the holdup.
She and her husband had been walking home from the ice cream store one summer evening. A young black man ran up behind them and demanded her purse and his wallet. He got them, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to take Jenny too. Her husband struggled with him and was shot in the neck. He never made it to the hospital. He was DOA when the life-flight helicopter arrived.
Jenny left town. She only came back when she needed in order to testify at the man's trial. From there she wanted no part of that town. With very few skills, Jenny was not able to make much money.
She eventually got a job with her husband, Joe. He was a financial counselor. He went into offices and tried to get the 401K accounts for the entire company. Once he had the account, he would sub out the analysis and daily trading to another firm. They were responsible for the performance; he was responsible for obtaining the accounts.
Joe made a good living, and Jenny had a fairly secure job. After about a year or so, Joe started asking Jenny out after work. She was in a dilemma, because he was married. She didn't want to have anything to do with him, but didn't think she could keep her job if she refused. They kept it quiet for a while, but then his wife found out.
Joe and his wife eventually got a divorce. From there, Joe was free to pursue the much younger girl. Again, Jenny was in love with being in love. She was still undecided about Joe, but he was persistent. Again, she was convinced she would eventually grow to love him.
Things hadn't been going quite according to her life plan though. They were quite sexually incompatible. Joe wanted sex every night and every way he could think of. Jenny was still used to being the minister's wife. She had dressed and acted the part for many years.
They were growing apart. Joe was getting more insistent on ideas she didn't care for. One last year's birthday, she had pledged to do whatever he wanted. She meant she would take him to whatever restaurant he picked.
That year, she had come home to see a box on her bed. It had a note on it, telling her to wear what was in it. It had red high heeled shoes, a bright red mini dress, and red panty hose. There was no bra or panties. Reluctantly, she had dressed as ordered. She was not comfortable with the length or the very low cut of the top, and put a white sweater on over it.
Joe had taken her to an adult theater. Jenny was mortified. She had never been to anything like this in her life. It had pornographic movies! When the went in and got used to the light, she could see the others pretty clearly. As soon as they sat down in the middle of an aisle, she was aware that a number of men came to take all the open seats on each side of them, in front and behind them.
Another couple came in and sat down. The same thing happened to them. It looked like bees to honey. Soon, she could see than the stranger on one side of the girl had begun unbuttoning her blouse. The man standing behind her began sliding his hands over her breasts. Another man got down on his knees in front of her. she raised her knees and parted her legs. The man in front of her raised her dress. She had no panties! The man's head disappeared under her dress. Somebody else turned on a small pen-lite as another raised her dress so they could all see.
Jenny was horrified. She got up and ran out of the theatre. Had Joe taken her there to watch, or compel her to participate like the other girl? Don't you ever take me to a place like that again she told him.
The year before, Joe had given her a box of clothing similar to the one with the red dress. Reluctantly, she had to admit she looked pretty good in it and couldn't wait to be seen in it at one of the nice restaurants. They had driven to the renovated garment district and gone into Guinevere's.
Jenny wasn't familiar with it. They sat down and looked at the menu. It looked good. Jenny ordered the lobster. Joe ordered a big steak. Before the food arrived, the lights dimmed and she realized they were raising the light on a small stage that she was not aware of.
Pretty soon, the music of "Saint Louis Blues" by Louie Armstrong started; softly at first, then increasingly louder. A young girl came out on the stage and started to gyrate. It was obvious she was going to take her clothes off. This was some kind of dinner/theater for exotic dancers.
After the girl was naked, she walked among the audience with a derby hat that she had started with. She was passing the hat. Joe whispered in her ear. Jenny saw him stick a fifty dollar bill in the hat. The dancer gave him a kiss and reached over to grab her hand.
Jenny walked bewilderedly behind the naked dancer, trying to keep from falling down in her high heeled shoes. The young girl walked up to a low leather couch and twirled her down into it. The young girl sat down excitedly next to her and took of her high heeled shoes. She bend down to her knees in front of Jenny. When the next CD started, the young girl spread Jenny's legs and raised her dress, far enough to expose Her panties...
Jenny turned red. She shoved her dress down, jumped up and scurried out of the restaurant without looking for her husband. What was he thinking? Did he think she was gay?
When Joe finished paying for the uneaten supper and caught up to her she was standing at the curb waiting for the valet to bring the car. She had her arms crossed and she was fuming.
"What has gotten into you, Joe?" Joe was crestfallen. This didn't seem like some kind of degenerate idea to him. He had been thinking about this for a month. Men can be that way. No matter how stupid an idea seems, if they think about it long enough, they will eventually think it will work. So much for that idea.
Again, as Jenny drove home for this birthday, she was scared spitless at what he might come up with. She had tried to make it clear that "I will do anything you want" meant "take you to any restaurant you want."
Jenny parked her Mercedes sports car in the drive. Nervously, she walked in and laid her purse and keys by the door on the stand. Joe was not dressed to go out. He looked up at her without saying much.
Jenny went upstairs to the bedroom. She pretty much knew that she would have a box with new clothes and a set of directions. She was going to do her best to humor him as much as her moral guidelines would let her. No nudie bar, no porno theater. Pick a restaurant. That's it.
Jenny went into the bedroom. She saw a large manila-colored cardboard box from some store she was not familiar with. She went into the bathroom and took a shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked back into the bedroom to inspect the box. Jenny opened it.
A note caught to the top of the box and floated down to the floor. She picked it up;
"Wear what's in the box and nothing more."
Jenny looked in the box. There was a pair of long black silk stockings. They went to her crotch. The tops had decorative lace patterned elastic on the top to hold them up. There was no panties and no bra ... Jenny slipped the dress on. It fit like a glove. It did not fit skin tight like a hooker; but fit like it had been tailored to fit. The front buttoned down the front. It stopped at the bottom of her thumbs. The top had a square cut that stopped millimeters above her long pink nipples. This could never work in public! She looked back in the box. There were a pair of suede high-heeled boots that zippered up the side. She put them on. The last thing in the box was a sleeveless black lace bolero vest. It had no buttons. Jenny put it on. It hung comfortably to the bottom of her breasts. If she moved carefully, the vest would hide her. It felt good.
If they were just eating at home, Jenny felt she could live with this one concession to her modesty for the sake of her husband. She had rebuffed so many of his ideas, she would struggle to grant him this.
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