I stood in our bedroom in my short satin robe. I had showered, done my hair and make up and was now contemplating what to wear this evening. There was a reception in town for one of the people my husband worked with and we were expected to attend.

My husband walked into the room, impeccably dressed in dark trousers, white shirt and a houndstooth jacket. “You are dressed yet,” he said pointing out the obvious.

“I can’t find anything to wear,” I defended myself.

He gave me the look all men must give wives standing in front of a closet full of clothes, claiming not to have anything to wear.

“We have to leave in five minutes,” he reminded me.

“Do we really have to go?” I whined, pouting like a small child.

“You know that we do,” he said walking to my closet and taking out his favorite dress. “You’ll wear this,” he said. He hung the dress on the closet door and went to my dresser to locate the appropriate undergarments. Without a word to me he untied my robe and pushed it off my shoulders to fall to the floor. I felt the soft material slide down my back, buttocks, and legs, to settle by my feet. He slid the beige bra up my arms, bending to kiss each ample breast before placing it in its cup. He’d undressed my hundreds of times, but this reversal was so exciting I thought we might not make it after all. Then he moved behind me to fasten the hooks. This accomplished, he leaned in to kiss the back of my neck and I moaned.

Smack, his hand came down hard on my bottom. “We don’t have time for that,” he scolded.

“Then stop kissing me,” I responded.

“I have an idea,” he said, opening the drawer that contained our toys. He pulled out the remote control butterfly vibrator. “May this will make the party more enjoyable for you.” He knelt before me to strap the vibrator on my lower regions and found me already plenty wet. “I’ll turn it on later,” he said, pocketing the remote control. The motor was silent and he had already discovered that it could be operated with the control in his pocket.

“Now,” he said, “For the rest of you.” He held out my panties for me and I stepped into them, hoping that they would keep my wetness from running down my legs at the party. He planted a kiss just above the vibrator before pulling them completely up. He stood and removed the dress from its hanger. Careful of my hair, he guided the jade green material over my head and zipped it up in back, his lips finding the back of my neck again and then my earlobes.

“The time,” I reminded him, I was having trouble keeping my breath steady, and he hadn’t turned on the vibrator yet.

“Your shoes, ma’am,” he recovered, kneeling in front of me to slip a patent leather pump on each foot, spending a few seconds, kissing my ankles and calves. He stood and found my jewelry on the dresser, putting a golden hoop in each ear and my gold cross around my neck he smiled at me. “You look marvelous for a woman who didn’t have a thing to wear.” He kissed my neck again, and then smiled wickedly. “The sooner we get there the sooner we can leave.”

I knew that I would enjoy the party, anticipating when he would turn on the vibrator, trying to maintain my composure and carryon small talk while it did it’s thing, waiting for my husband to whisper in my ear, “I can’t wait any longer, let’s go home and hunt butterflies.”