A look of growing concern emerged as she understood just how nude she would look in this. She looked up to me and then back to the dress, then back to...me. Alarm registered in her eyes. I took her hands and lifted them up over her head and began to slip the dress over her body. It slithered tightly over every curve of her exquisite form as I drew it down over her head, her breasts, her hips and then smoothed the material over her sexy bottom. It appeared as though I had simply spray painted her. I was friendly with girl who told me that her bestfriend had a hot affair with Randip and she used to swear by Randipthat he was the best man ever she had ever slept with.In this recent days however something had changed a bit. Ourrelationship had subtly changed. Maybe I was giving out some king ofsignal as my sex life wasn't quite what I would like. My husband and Ihad good sex, but over the months it had gotten a bit stale and Inever enjoyed sex with him. He was also not been caring at times. He had been the first to make her feel attractive. He had been the first to kiss her. Now, maybe, he could help her understand this orgasm thing.“Bobby?” she whispered. She could see the lump that was him, on the bed. He seemed to be alone. “Bobby?” she said, more loudly.She saw the form move, and roll. His reading light came on, blindingly bright in the dark.“Connie?”“I need to talk to you,” she said.“Okay,” he said, rolling over. He was only dressed in his underwear. Her eyes went to it, just. “I’ll never let go of you. I don’t need to see the lingerie- I just need you.” I looked into her eyes, trying to read her mind and see if she felt the same. “You just need me to what?” She smiled, knowing that I wasn’t good at dirty talk. “Are you really going to make me do this?” “Yup.” “What if I don’t want to tell you?” “Then you’re gonna have to catch me!” She sprinted to the bathroom, closed and locked the door before I could reach her. I didn’t know how she broke free from the hold I had.