"Are you ready already?" Travis called upstairs. It was a wednesday night and he had requested an early reservation at Trisha's favourite Italian place. It wasn't hard to get a table but he hated being late. Travis heard Trisha start todescend the stiars and immediately perked up.
"Not what you were expecting?" Trisha grinned.She had gone to town for the night. Travis stood slack jawed at his wife choice of attire. He couldn't remember the time his wife wore a dress so short. her legs proudly on display.
"You look perfect." Travis mumbled.
"I know." Trisha snickered. She looked over her husband. His tailored suit struggling to hold her enhancements in.
The dinner proceeded much to expectation. Trisha asked about the dealership. Travis complained about some new manager he'd hired. Travis seemed oblivious to the attention he was drawing Trisha noticed that Travis garnered far more looks then normal. When he'd gotten up to go to the bathroom he noticed more than a few eyes trailing his behind. Though even with the jacket covering it her husband put on a show.
They asked for dessert menus and Trisha picked out the caramel pie. As they were waiting for their selections Trisha decided to drop a bombshell.
"I'm thinking of getting a boobjob." Trisha whispered to her husband.
Travis looked over immediately interested. "Really? I think you're perfect just the way you are." Travis lied through his teeth.
"Yeah I was thinking that it's not right for you to have the tits in the house. I think I should have my own." Trisha took a peek down at Travis' shirt and could see his bra through his strained shirt.
"Well, actually. I think I may have just the thing, I'll show you when we get home." Travis was visibly excited "Did you still want dessert?"
"Yes dear, there's no rush." Trisha was grinning. I'm sure you'll show me something I've never seen before Trisha thought to herself.
