I know my wife is quite good-looking, but she never had any aspirations to become a model.

She was always very kind but I would be the first to admit that she was not particularly smart. In fact, she was smart enough to know that herself. It didn’t bother her. She actually insisted on embracing her own lack of intelligence as something that should be completely acceptable.

It did mean, though, that she could not hold down any kind of complicated job or get an advanced education.

She did have something else going for her – her kindness and her beauty. She always had lots of friends and people had fun around her.

We loved going out to restaurants. We would drink and have fun and laugh, meet people and it was all a blast. As you can see by now, my wife had a certain style – usually wore a dress and usually no bra, well she had pretty small breasts and really didn’t need it.

My colleagues had met my wife once or twice but never really spent any time with her. However, some of them had shown interest when I shared vacation photos and I noticed they showed extra interest when I showed them pictures of my wife and not as much as when we were seeing the sights.

“What, what is that gate in the background” my colleague said and asked me to stay on this photo a bit longer as I showed him photos from our vacation on my phone.

“What is that beer she is drinking?” he asked when I got to this photo.

They enjoyed watching more of our vacation photos and it was clear that they liked what they saw. Fair enough! I liked what I saw too!

However, things went a little haywire around the office, when I showed this underwear photo to my colleagues. One of them had asked for advice about what underwear he should buy for his wife as a gift and I had sent him this photo as a sort of recommendation.

He shared my recommendation with most of the office.

It was around that time that I suggested to me wife that she should try out modeling. She went to a catalog photographer and did a few underwear shots and that worked out well for her!

It was around this time I started inviting my colleagues home for dinner. Well, to be specific, they invited themselves home for dinner.

I figured I knew what they were looking for and made sure my wife wore something that would be worth gossiping about.

When they came she wore a simple white blouse and some delicate black panties.

Another time she was still in the kitchen preparing the food when they came and I had her wear just an apron. Yes, just an apron.

Then we received an invitation for a company party.

I knew she had to dress up for this party and we took some time to select the clothes and finally settled on a white shirt and a purple skirt.

However, I also brought along some alternative outfits for her to try throughout the evening at my whim. This was going to be fun, but I had no idea yet just how much fun.

She danced with me and a few of the guys and had some drinks.

At one point she looked around and realized something. “Did you notice I am the only woman at this company party”. I hadn’t noticed.

“Let’s just have fun” I said and she nodded.

I noticed she was having trouble dancing in the tight skirt and I suggested that she dropped it. “You are wearing panties underneath after all, so it should be OK”. She nodded.

THE END!