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Coming to an Understanding Author's Note: Keep looking for new stories to tell, or at least a new spin on one. Htrae doesn't seem like it went over that well (I judge by number of comments) so I've returned to a husband/wife story for this one. Hope you enjoy. Bill wandered into the kitchen still stretching after waking up on a Saturday morning. He could smell the bacon cooking and could now hear the sizzle as Carol slid the strips around on the griddle. He smiled as he approached watching her bottom shake the skirt she wore as she worked the stovetop. She had on a sleeveless white blouse and a tan pleated miniskirt which was just perfect for him. He didn't require that she wear skirts all the time but he made it clear that it was his preference. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her neck below the ponytail she had arranged. His other hand slipped up under her skirt. "Oh, be careful," she warned him. "I don't want to splatter this grease and get either one of us burned. Or burn the breakfast for that matter." "I'm sure you'll do everything just fine," he mumbled against her neck continuing to kiss it. His fingers slipped closer to their intended target beneath her skirt. Carol shrugged a bit pushing him back. "Please, Bill, not right this second. I didn't bother with an apron and I'll ruin these clothes if I get something on them." Bill sighed. "OK, fine." He retreated to the table where the newspaper and a glass of orange juice waited at his regular place. "Don't pout," Carol crooned. "You know I like that, but it was just bad timing. Eat first, then we can play." "Nope," he shook out the paper and glanced at the front page. "I've lost my momentum. I'm going to get started with my day soon as we finish eating." "What are you planning?" Carol asked as she brought two plates to the table. She sat opposite of him out of sight because of the newspaper. "Well, I'm going to take my car up for an oil change, get it washed, and then I need to go by the mall I think." "The mall?" She practically gagged on a piece of toast she was chewing. "You? Shopping? Why didn't you tell me you needed something?" "Well, I need some new underwear and I thought I would get it myself." "OK, I guess." Carol went back to eating. "I've gotten you underwear before." "I know, but last time it wasn't quite right so I thought I ought to do it myself." "Bill, can I ask you something?" She set her fork down. "I think you just did, didn't you?" he answered. "Fine, I'd like to look for a job." She sat up a little straighter attempting to show her determination. The top of the newspaper slowly wilted and Bill's head appeared over the top. "You have a job, right here," he explained. "You keep the house in order, take care of the shopping and do any errands that need to be done. I bring home enough for us to live comfortably. It would just complicate things. Besides, this is how my mother and father did it and they were very happy with the way things worked." "Bill, this is the 21st century. That might have been the way things worked before and frankly I can't understand how happy your mother could have been once you kids got out on your own and she was home alone most days." "She was fine." Bill's voice rose a bit. "Dad took care of both of them, same as I am doing for us." "OK, sorry." Carol shrunk back a bit. "It's just that I get so lonely, and with just the two of us there isn't a lot to do most days." "Well, I'm certain you can find a way to fill the time," the paper snapped back up again. "It works out a lot better this way." Bill and Carol lapsed into an uneasy silence as they finished eating their breakfast and Bill finished with the paper. At last he folded it up and stood up. "I'll be back in a couple hours." He leaned and kissed her briefly. Then he turned and left. Carol sighed. "Maybe I should have tried blowing you before I asked." * - 2 - * Carol heard the garage door slam when Bill returned early that afternoon. She decided it didn't sound good and would just stay where she was reading her book until he decided to come find her. It didn't take long before Bill walked into the den and spotted her curled up in the chair with her book and a throw covering her legs. "I hate shopping," he huffed as he dropped into his chair slightly away from her. "You always have." Carol closed her book and set it aside on the table next to her seat. "That's why I usually do it and why I was so surprised you decided to go on your own today. So what was it this time: rude salesperson, crowds, prices, or all of the above?" Bill just stared for a second. He felt he was being mocked but that could just be because he was already in a bad mood. He took a couple deep breaths and explained, "I went to five different stores and couldn't find what I was looking for. Yeah, the crowds didn't help, I bet it is a lot easier to move around during the week, I should have let you go but you wouldn't have found anything either. I seems like you have to like one of three styles of underwear: boxers, briefs, or those boxer briefs." "I know you like your bikini cut," Carol tried to sooth him. "They are sport cut," Bill snapped back. "Why can't they just keep stocking things people like. I mean the shorts they have for sale now are all too long. I don't like my shorts to reach my knees. I don't want them real short but somewhere in the middle. You women are so lucky. You can get whatever you want whenever you want it. That's why the women's sections are five times bigger than the men's section." "Uh, Bill, you know that isn't true," Carol objected. "I can't get just any style I like any time. I get to liking one shade of lipstick and next time I go they don't stock it any longer. Believe me, I get just as frustrated as you." "Hmph," he grunted in response and sunk further down in the chair. Carol smiled a little. She hated seeing him so upset. For all his gruff and old fashioned ideas she knew he was a gentle man and she loved him for that. "You are right," she purred and rose from her chair. "I can always find whatever style of underwear I want to wear: g-string, thong, bikini, hip hugger, or even granny. Take these for instance," she lifted her skirt as she slowly moved toward him. "Cut high on the hip but covers my butt, well mostly." She turned showing him the white panty that covered most of her rear-end but was see-through. "And the front, well it doesn't pinch my legs at all and the lace keeps me mostly decent if a breeze were to lift my skirt." She was now standing with his legs stretched out between hers. She could see the effect she was having on him and his bad mood was quickly turning to lust. His tongue crept out licking his lips, she knew she had him. He reached out and grabbed her by the hips and leaned forward burying his face in her crotch. She could feel his hot breath through the thin panty she wore. "Oh, yeah, baby," she moaned. "Let's get to feeling better." She pulled away for just a moment, reached down, undid his pants and pulled them down. He was already so excited and she was ready. She slipped her knees onto the cushion on either side of him and reached around and between her legs to position him. Like a well-rehearsed dance he was moving her panty out of the way and slipping his fingers into her to be sure she was ready to take him. She lowered herself onto him and he sighed with delight. As she gently rose and fell he raised her blouse and released her breasts. For the next fifteen minutes they forgot about shopping and jobs. Carol lay with her head beside Bill's, turned away so she could get some air and also so her nose wouldn't be crushed against the back of the chair. Bill had his arms wrapped around her, one hand stroking her ass through the panty still adorning it. "Thank you," Bill whispered, "you sure know how to get me out of a bad mood." "Believe me," Carol purred, "I enjoy it every bit as much as you do. But now I need to get up and get us a towel. You stay put." She slowly extracted herself from him but he stopped her before she could move too far. He raised her skirt and gently slipped his fingers into the edge of her panty and arranged it back in its proper place. Before he let her go he gently traced the lace work that wove up along the transparent fabric. Then he let her skirt drop. "I like those," he smiled at her, "they're sexy and they feel really nice." "Yeah, I like them too, for the same reasons." She grinned and went to find the towel. * - 3 - * Bill came home from work Friday afternoon and went to the bedroom to change out of the slacks, shirt and tie he wore to work. After putting on a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt he noticed a package on his side of the bed. He picked it up and examined it. It was a 5-pack of bikini cut panties. The picture of the girl on the cover modelled to show how they would fit. He tossed the package over on Carol's side of the bed and went to look for his wife. "HI dear." He found her in a long t-shirt that almost reached the hem of the denim mini-skirt she was wearing. He always got distracted when he saw her sexy legs. "Another week in the books," he continued after a hesitation. Carol turned and went and kissed him hello. He took the opportunity to grope her ass. "I went shopping today," she told him as she finished plating the pork chops beside the mashed potatoes and peas. "I got you something." "Yeah, I think you must have been in a hurry because you tossed your underwear on my side of the bed." "Oh, no." She smiled as she sat down. "I got those for you." "What!" Bill's eyes went wide. "Well, hear me out," Carol proceeded as if what she was proposing were an everyday thing. "I was thinking today about that little romp in the chair and how you said you liked the feel of my underwear, and then I thought why couldn't you wear them? I mean it's underwear, only you and I would see them. They are the style you like and as you pointed out they will always be available." "But they are women's!" he protested. "And they are pink!" "Only one pair is pink, but the other packages were all animal print and I thought for a trial run this would be best. Besides, who would notice?" "Right. You know how your mother always tells you to wear clean underwear because if you get hit by a bus when they take you to the emergency room you don't want to get caught with dirty underwear? Well, I think I might prefer that over getting caught in panties," Bill challenged. "I'll tell you what," Carol pressed, "this weekend, for me, try wearing them. You can always wear your old underwear when you go to work, and have these for the weekends so your old stuff will go further. If it turns out you like them, you can wear them all the time. It will be easy to get more. If you don't, well I guess you can decide which type of men's underwear you want to switch to." Bill sat there for a while arguing within his head. "At least eat your dinner before it gets cold," Carol instructed him. "You don't really need to decide until morning." They ate dinner and Carol talked to him about things that she had heard or seen throughout the day. Bill just grunted in appropriate places to indicate he was listening, though he really wasn't paying any attention. He was still wrestling with the ideas running in head. The next morning Bill stood in the bathroom fresh from the shower eying the package of panties in his hand. He had decided to try them just because he thought it would please Carol. But now he was having second thoughts. What if someone found out? What if, what if, what if? "Ah, they are just underwear." He tore the package open. He selected a pair of blue ones with a light yellow lace trim. The lace was barely visible, not like some of the panties Carol wore. He stirred at the thought and quickly tried to banish the Carol's image from his mind. He slipped them on and liked the way they fit him, a lot like his own preferred underwear. That was where it ended though, he ran his fingers across his ass and felt the cool slickness of the panty instead of the rougher cotton he was used to. Again, he stirred within the panty. He swallowed and went to the closet and retrieved a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He pulled on the pants and they glided easily over his butt. He finished dressing and headed for breakfast Bill was aware of the different sensation as he crossed the house. He felt like he was slipping a little inside his jeans as he walked. He hated to admit it but it wasn't a bad feeling. "Good morning." Bill took his usual seat. He was so distracted he barely noticed the yellow knee-length dress Carol wore beneath the apron she remembered to protect it. "Morning dear." Carol came and placed a stack of pancakes before him. "What are the plans for today?" "Nothing," he shook his head, "just going to try and get some things done around here." "Sounds good to me." She poured some syrup on her own stack. She sensed something was different and wondered, but decided to let him tell her in his own time or she would certainly find out on her own later. They spent the day working on projects around the house. She noticed he often seemed to be feeling his own butt and was certain he had decided to try the panties. To her own surprise this seemed to excite her a little. That evening Carol emerged from the bathroom wearing the normal silk nightshirt she liked to sleep in and saw Bill with his back to her as he dropped his pants. She smiled at the sight of his tush in the shiny blue panty with the delicate yellow trim. "My, my, aren't you looking sexy," she called to him. "Hey, this was your idea," he defended himself. "I just thought I owed it to you to try it." "Oh, dear," she pleaded as she walked around the bed to him, "you misunderstand. I really mean it." She reached around and stroked his bottom, letting her fingers slide along the fabric. "Mmm, I think you might like it a bit too." She stroked his front of the panty that was now struggling to hold its cargo in place. Carol sat on the bed and turned Bill to face her. She examined him through the panty as though she had never seen him before gently tracing the ridges and veins that the panty seemed to mold itself too. She noticed a small spot begin to darken and decided to give him some relief. She slipped her fingers into the top waistband that was standing away from his belly and slipped the panty down a bit, not too far, she still wanted it touching him. She slipped her fingers between his legs and began massaging his balls, still resting in the panty and guided his cock into her mouth. "Ohh," Bill moaned and adjusted his stance to keep from falling. He looked down and watched her slowly bobbing her head. Then he was surprised to see her free hand slip under her nightshirt. He'd never seen her masturbate herself before. The thought of it almost made him lose control but he swallowed and refocused. He wanted this to last, he had been so horny all day from these panties. He reached down and began playing with her nipple through the nightshirt. Carol began moaning, each time her mouth slid down the shaft she gave a squeak, getting a little higher in tone with each stroke, her nightshirt fluttered from the motion of her other hand. Bill made a decision and pushed her back on to the bed. Her mouth let loose with a loud smack as she had lost the object she had been sucking on. Bill flipped up the nightshirt as her hand withdrew, she was wearing no panties and that was fine with Bill. He moved and was into her with all his length in a single stroke. Carol moaned again. Bill took Carol's hand that had recently been providing her pleasure and sucked on her fingers tasting her on them. That was enough to push Carol over the edge. She practically screamed as she wrapped her legs around him. He drove deep again and again and finally erupted, over and over. Spent, Bill gently withdrew and rolled off to the side. "Oh, my God," Carol croaked. "Please tell me you will wear panties again. That was amazing. I've can't believe the effect it had on me. I suddenly just wanted you so badly and I think I know how you felt wearing them all day because I know when I wear my sexy underwear I can't wait to have you." "I've been horny all day," Bill confided. "They feel so different and I just kept trying to ignore it but I'd move and be reminded of what I was wearing. I had a very difficult time going to the bathroom. I wasn't sure what you would say when you saw them on me. I even thought about changing before bed." "Well. I'm glad you didn't," Carol sighed. "I can't wear them when I go to work," Bill spoke. "I can't be walking around the office with an erection all day." Carol giggled. "Well, at least you have them for the weekend, right? You like them?" Bill lay there for several moments. Carol began to think it was going to be a one and done. His old fashioned ideas were going to prevent him from doing it again, and maybe that was ok. Maybe a one-time break in the routine was enough. We'll stash them in the back of the closet and a couple years from now maybe we'll want to play this game again. "Yeah," Bill interrupted her thoughts, "I think I will like wearing them on the weekends." "Or maybe not," Carol thought to herself and smiled. "Stay here," she told Bill and went to the bathroom. She returned with a warm cloth and gently cleaned Bill off. Then she carefully pulled the panty back up in place and made sure nothing was being pinched. "There you go, all ready for bed." "Thank you, honey." Bill held her arm for just a moment. Carol went back to the bathroom and Bill crawled under the covers. When Carol returned she got into bed and curled up against him. She decided she liked the smooth feel of Bill's panty again the bare skin below the edge of her nightshirt. They were asleep in no time. But, sometime while it was still dark, Carol felt a nudge. Without a word she slipped her leg back and over Bill's leg. His hand gripped her breast and she reached down to guide him inside again. She felt the panty wasn't that far down, but that was ok because he wouldn't get that deep from the angle they were in. He came again in moments, and that was okay too. He slipped out and pulled his panty back up and was snoring again in moments. Carol smiled as she drifted back to sleep. She would have to ask him in the morning if he remembered doing that, or if he had never actually woken up at all. * - 4 - * The next couple months rolled by and the weekend sex was still great, though not as powerful as that first weekend. Carol had gone shopping for Bill again, this time not limiting her choices to just the style that was close to Bill's regular underwear. She had gotten lacy boy-shorts, satiny thongs, anything sexy she could find, the only restriction being that there had to be enough material in the front to hold his penis. And Bill was really enjoying it too. Especially because when Carol found something she especially liked for Bill she often got a matching pair for herself. They sometimes coordinated wearing the same style the same day. Bill even started wearing them under his work clothes on occasion, though as the weeks wore on, the occasions became more frequent. The first snowfall of the season covered the ground when they woke up on this particular Saturday. Bill groaned as he realized he would have to go out and shovel the walkway off. He pulled his jeans on over a pair of nylon and lace panties because he now knew the nylon got fairly warm when he was doing things. It would help to keep him toasty while he worked. He put on the rest of his clothes and went out to start the work. He was about half done when he decided he needed a bathroom break and went back into the house. "How's it going out there?" Carol asked, she was dressed in a long dress against the chill in the air. "Rough, it's a wet snow so really heavy." He dropped his boots in the entryway on a mat. "I just came in to go to the bathroom and get some feeling back in my legs. It's really cold out there this morning." Carol nodded and started making a cup of coffee to help Bill warm up. When he returned from the bathroom she handed it to him. "Oh, thanks, sweetie." He wrapped both hands around the cup letting the heat sink into them. "This is just what I needed." "Would you like a pair of tights for your legs?" Carol asked. "They would help to keep you warm." Bill stopped in mid-sip. "What?" "Well, I was thinking that I have some tights that would probably fit you. They keep my legs warm when I need to go out in the cold. You could try them and see if it helps." Bill stood there just looking at her for a moment. "OK." "Come with me then." Carol led him back to the bedroom. Once there she opened a drawer and began sorting through various hosiery holding them up and discarding them. Finally she found some she liked and turned back to Bill. "Well, don't just stand there, take your pants off." Bill set his cup down, pulled his pants off and laid them on the floor; they were still wet in places. "Socks too," Carol instructed smiling as she took in the sight of him in his panties, a sight she never seemed to tire of. He sat on the bed and stripped the socks from his feet. Carol sat beside him and handed him the black lump. "These are fairly plain, really," she explained, "though you will notice they have stripes when you get them on. You know how to put them on?" Bill held them up by the waistband letting the legs dangle down. He was doubtful that he would be able to get his legs into the little legs in front of him. Though Carol wore them and they were close to the same height, he just had more weight on him. "Not really," he admitted. "OK, like this." She demonstrated how to gather them up. "Then stick your toes in here and pull them up your leg to about your knee. Then get the other leg started. And try not to twist them around, if you do you'll find out why later as they will tighten." Bill hesitated for a moment then went to work. When at last he stood up and pulled the waistband up over his hips he was amazed. "They actually fit!" he exclaimed. "Yes, but they are stretched pretty good. They won't last long like that, I'll need to get you a larger size if you decide you like wearing them. Get your pants on and get back to work," she commanded. "Yes, ma'am," he answered and retrieved his pants from the floor. Moments later he was back outside finishing up the job. Another hour later Bill was banging off his boots and coming back in the house. He walked into the den where Carol was reading and leaned back down and gave her a big kiss. "Thank you," he told her. "My legs stayed warm the whole time I was out there. I almost told you no when you suggested it, but I thought after going along with the panty thing, it worked out so well that I would just give this a try. And I am glad I did." "That's wonderful," Carol grinned. "No why don't you get out of those wet clothes and we'll have some lunch. I am going to heat up some soup and make a couple turkey sandwiches to go along with them, okay?" "Sounds wonderful." Bill turned and headed to the bedroom. "I'll be right back if you need any help." Carol stuck the bookmark between the pages and laid the book aside. She pulled the long skirt from between her legs and headed for the kitchen. A few moments later Bill came in dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He was still wearing the tights. "I guess you like them." Carol smiled as she nodded at his legs. "Yeah," Bill blushed a bit. "They are warm and they feel really nice. You don't mind do you?" "Not at all." She continued to smile. "It was my idea after all. I'll just have to be sure to pick you up some of your own later. Do you think you'll want to wear them under your work clothes?" "Oh, I don't think I could do that," Bill objected. "That is what you said about the panties, too. Now you almost wear nothing but panties," Carol pointed out. "Look, tights are even easier than panties. They look like dress socks that you normally wear, nobody will have any clue. I mean as long as you don't wear anything like fishnet or lace." She saw Bill's face visibly redden at the thought and made a mental note to be sure and pick up some of that very thing because now she knew he would be curious about wanting to try them at least on the weekend. After they ate their lunch they went back to the den and cuddled on the sofa while they watched a movie together. Bill was laying on the couch with Carol laying between his legs leaning back again his chest. She absent mindedly traced the stripes on Bill's legs with her fingers as they watched the movie. It didn't take long before she noticed a growing lump in her back. They didn't see the end of the movie. * - 5 - * It was about two weeks later that Carol walked back into the bathroom on Sunday morning and saw Bill standing in the closet. She could just make out the small red patch of the thong under the black patterned tights he was wearing. The real surprise was the tan skirt that was refusing to be pulled up over his bottom. He should know that her clothes were too small but he was trying anyway. She stood quiet for a moment considering the scene. Surely this was the first time he was trying this or he would be trying something that would have a better chance of fitting, the longer black skirt for instance. It had a fairly loose elastic waist and might fit. "I wonder what I have done to him," she thought to herself as she watched him give up and start slipping the skirt off his legs. "I don't even know why I started this except to try and get him from being so set in his ways and unaccepting of my ideas. Do I like this change? Do I like where this is going?" "Honey." She spoke softly and winced as Bill jumped, clearly acting guilty for being caught in the act. "I think if you try the black skirt to the left it might fit you." "Yes," she thought as she watched him struggle with the decision of giving up or taking her advice to try the other skirt. "I do like this." She watched as Bill carefully rehung the tan skirt and found the black skirt. He stepped into it and after a brief struggle it settled on his hips. It was a loose and flared about his thighs. It was still pretty short. "Yes," she went to him. "You got it on but I think the top is much too tight for you." "I was just curious," he explained. "I just wanted to try it for a moment." "With all I've done I should have expected you would start to wonder about it." She leaned over and kissed him to reassure him it was alright. "So, come out here and take a look. What do you think?" Bill stepped from the closet back into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. "My legs look so long," he commented. "But I hardly feel the skirt. Mostly I just feel the tights." "Yes," Carol agreed and gave the skirt a little tug straightening it up a bit. "That is why I don't wear hose much anymore. Even pantyhose mask that feeling. Stockings on the other hand can be very exciting." Bill caught Carol's eye in the mirror wondering what she was thinking. "But for now what are you going to do?" she asked standing back. "Leave the skirt on or change into your own clothes. I'm afraid that is probably the only thing I have that has a chance of fitting you." "I'm going to change," Bill sighed. "It really is too tight." "OK." She gave his butt a little pat making the skirt bounce just a bit. "Breakfast is ready, I'll go heat it back up." "Thank you," Bill smiled at her and began struggling to get the skirt down. * - 6 - * A week later Bill found himself standing in front of the mirror checking out the fit of a new dress. Carol explained that she had gone and done more shopping and bought him three dresses: a mini, a midi and a maxi. That way he could get a feel for all of them and see if there was a style he liked or disliked. He was in the midi at the moment. It was red with a full skirt and half sleeves. "I like this one," he was telling Carol. "It feels nice." "It looks nice on you too," Carol nodded her approval. "Remember that I just bought a few cheap dresses. I wasn't going to spend a couple hundred dollars on a silk dress for you to try the first time until you decided if you were going to start wanting to wear dresses on occasion." "Babe." Bill turned and put his arms around her. "What about you? What do you feel about all this? Right now I am wondering if you are indulging me because you feel like you started me on this path and don't want to say you don't like how far it's gone. I mean, look here! You've bought me dresses to wear and in the other room I have a drawer full of panties and another full of tights and pantyhose. This isn't what I thought my life would be like. It isn't what my father would have done." "Bill, darling, please stop." Carol laid her hands on Bill's chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath the polyester. "Relax. It doesn't matter what your father would have done. You aren't your father. You get to decide what makes you happy. Trying to live the way someone else wants you to live will just make you miserable. Yes, we make concessions in a marriage but we still have to be who we are, and if we can't do that then we aren't good for one another." They stood together for a moment. "Are you happy, Carol?" Bill asked quietly, his voice cracked a bit in fear of the answer he would get back. "Yes." She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "Mostly." "Mostly?" he asked. "Why?" "Oh, Bill." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "We've always had a good marriage. And these last several months I have enjoyed doing the shopping buying you these things and I truly have enjoyed seeing you in them. I am actually looking forward to seeing you around the house in these dresses if you decide you like wearing them. Like before I'm sure you'll take the weekend to give it a fair chance and if you decide no, then it is done." "But," Bill prodded. "But-" Carol took a breath. "But I still need more. Bill, I really want to find a job. It isn't about the money, or about whether you are a good provider, which of course you are. It is about me feeling like I am doing something for myself. It doesn't have to be much, maybe part-time to start and see how it goes. I was thinking maybe one of the stores in the mall; I've been in there a lot lately." Carol let the silence stretch out as they stood there together. Bill's dress rubbed against her knees below the hem of her own short skirt. "Do you think you might get an employee discount?" Bill finally asked. Carol barked a laugh, "I think that might be one of the perks!" A tear leaked out the corner of her eye. "I'm hoping that I might even be able to talk you into shopping with me sometimes. I think maybe you would like picking out your own dresses," she leaned back smiled. "I don't know if I could do that." Bill's face radiated with fear. "You'd be with me, and you wouldn't have to try anything on in the store, just tell me what you like and I'll pretend it is for me. But before we get that far, let's just see how you like wearing a dress the next two days. Is that the one you are going to wear today?" "I think I'd at least like to try on the other two." Bill turned back to the mirror. "Then I'll decide on which one today. Maybe I'll wear this one or the short one today, but change into the long dress for dinner, and then whatever I don't wear today, I'll wear tomorrow. What do you think of that?" "I think that is a marvelous idea." Carol wiped a tear from her eye. "And I think I might just put on a nice long dress for dinner tonight with you, how's that?" "I think we are in for a delightful weekend," Bill answered and started pulling the dress off over his head in exchange for the blue mini-dress. * - 6 - * Carol came in through the garage door. "Honey, are you home?" she called out. "I'll get dinner started in a minute. I had to interview a couple new sales girls for the shop before I could leave. Sorry I'm late." "It's ok, dear," he answered. "I've got dinner taken care of. It'll be on the table in just a minute. Carol entered the kitchen and a smile lit up her face. It was obvious that Bill had been busy since he'd gotten home from work. She could see he had set the table with some of the finer dishes they had, a bottle of wine was open on one side. But also, she caught a glimpse of black lace at the top of the stockings he was wearing when he leaned across the table to light the candles. The little black dress he wore was new, and she hadn't bought it for him, this would be something she was definitely interested in asking him. And then there were the stiletto heels. This was shaping up to be quite an evening." Bill was so engrossed in checking over everything he didn't know she was standing there, so she quietly backed out of the kitchen. "I'm going to change clothes real quick," she called once she was out of sight. "OK," he called back. "Everything will be on the table when you come back." Carol hurried to the bedroom and rifled through her lingerie drawer. She wasn't certain what he was up to but she was going to be sure she dressed up for him. She grabbed a white lace-covered bustier with garter, white lace-topped stocking and a very tiny white lace g-string panty. She threw her work clothes into the corner and rushed to get into the outfit. With underwear done she grabbed a sheer white blouse from the closet and a tight black satin knee-length skirt with a slit in the back that was quite daring. A pair of black high heeled sandals and she was done. A quick look in the mirror, fix the hair, touch up the make-up and she was ready for dinner. She walked into the kitchen and the table looked even better than when she saw it before. In the middle of the table was a large bouquet of roses that Bill had been blocking her view of. "How did you know?" Bill asked eying her. "I did catch a peek when I came in and saw you had something special going on. I hope you approve," she turned a little pirouette. "I absolutely approve," Bill answered. "You look fabulous. "Talk about fabulous." Carol took Bill's hand and guided him into his own pirouette. "I haven't seen this dress before and that means you had to have gone shopping on your own." "Yes," Bill admitted, "and it was nerve racking. I almost bailed out on it a couple times. But I wanted tonight to be special." "It certainly is," Carol answered as Bill escorted her to the table. "Would you mind telling me why it is so special?" "Today is the one year anniversary of my first pair of panties." Bill carefully arranged his dress as he sat to avoid wrinkling it as much as possible. He picked up his wine glass. "Here is to the last year, a great year, a year of growth." "I can certainly toast to that." Carol presented her glass and the crystal rang as they touched. "So, you've been Assistant Manager at the store for four months now." Bill began as he sliced into his steak. "When will they make you manager?" "Gee, no pressure," Carol laughed. "I can't believe they gave me that in less than a year. It will all depend on how long Diane wants to stay on as manager I imagine. Unless they open a new store, or another manager leaves and they ask me to transfer." "I'm sorry," Bill sighed. "Sorry?" Carol lowered her utensils. "Sorry for what?" "For being so stubborn and holding you back for so long," he confessed. "I was so foolish." "Don't be sorry, darlin'," she answered. "We get where we need to in the time that we have to. Look at us now! I've never been happier in my life and it is because of you." Bill lifted his glass. "To white lace panties." Carol lifted her own. "I'm pretty sure your first panties were blue." "But it was seeing you in those white ones that made me decide to go along with your idea." "OK, then, to white lace panties," the glasses again rang out. "Wait til you see what I am wearing tonight." "I'm looking forward to it, and I think you'll be pleased by what you find when you look under my dress as well." "You know," Carol set down her fork, "suddenly I'm not really that hungry. Maybe I could just reheat it a little later. But I hate to waste your efforts tonight." "I don't think reheating it will hurt anything." Bill put his own fork down. "Shall we take the wine?" "Absolutely." Carol got up and turned for the bedroom. "Just be careful with it, I'll never get the stain out of this blouse." Bill grabbed his glass and the bottle and quickly followed Carol, the tapping sounds of their heels tracking one another into the bedroom.