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because of the way the dress was cut under the arms. Tiffany kept tugging at the cloth, trying to cover up.
    “You know you can't do that once we're in public,” I said. “Makes you look awkward and uncomfortable.”
    She knew exactly what I meant and stood tall.
    “You're right, sorry. Tonight is all about sexy fun, although I may need a drink or two before I stop worrying about it.”
    She did several test runs walking across the bedroom floor and every now and then the band of her panties flashed. She chewed her lip and knew she considered going without. I didn't push.
    She stepped to the full-length mirror and her face lit up.
    “Baby, I feel so pretty! Thank you for this. Thank you for everything.”
    She turned side to side, her eyes wide, taking herself in.
    We left the house around eight to grab some dinner before the club. Tiffany looked breathtaking and turned heads everywhere. She wore a shoulder-wrap during dinner which hid most of her skin. After we ate we drove to the club and valeted. Two young guys approached the car, one to my door and one to hers. I handed my guy the keys and turned in time to see the guy at her door fight to keep his face under control. I don't know what he saw when he helped her out, but he really liked it. Adrenaline surged as I imagined Tiffany flashing him a generous amount of cleavage.
    The club was at a new casino and it was packed. My office handles advertising for this casino, among others, and a few phone calls had our name on the list. I spoke to the bouncer at the door, passed him a twenty, and he ushered us in and to a booth. I ordered champagne. The place filled up fast. Music already blared.
    Two songs later Tiffany wanted to dance so I joined her. We stayed on the dance floor so long when we got back to our booth two guys, one long hair one short, had helped themselves to it. They stood when we approached and the bouncer took a step to shoo them off but I stopped him.
    “Sit down, fellas, relax. Plenty of room.” They smiled and thanked us.
    Long-hair spoke. “We're waiting for some friends and then we're out of your way. You can see the whole floor from up here, thanks dude.”
    “Call me David. This is my wife, Tiffany.” We shook hands.
    “Andy and Paul,” Long-hair Andy said, pointing at Paul, who gave me a quick nod.
    Both of them kept glancing at Tiffany. From dancing her dress had opened up a little more in front and plenty of skin showed. I ordered more champagne and shared it with the two guys and soon we were all talking fast and having a blast. Tiffany had so much fun she glowed.
    She crossed her legs and it took me a minute to notice that her slit had fallen to the inside so one leg was bare from toes to hip. Paul spotted it right away. That excited all by itself but then I realized the band from her panties was missing. She must have slid them off under the table! Now my heart hammered.
    We drank more champagne and talked over the music and then Paul boldly asked Tiffany to dance. She looked at me and then he did too. Tiff and I locked eyes. She was on fire. I saw so much smoldering heat I considered ending our night and taking her home.
    “Sure, Paul, you two enjoy each other.”
    I was telling Tiffany to enjoy him. It was a subtle difference and I knew there was a decent chance she might miss my double meaning but Tiff is a smart girl. When her eyes narrowed I knew she'd caught my entendre.
    They stood and she leaned in to kiss my cheek.
    “I will, and thank you,” she whispered. I felt my balls constrict.
    They danced, sometimes close, sometimes distant, but he never took his eyes off her. Towards the end he took her hands and twirled her and moved her around the floor and Tiff laughed with joy. Her breasts clung to those silky straps with all their might and I felt sure any second she was about to flash the crowd. She didn't, but for several long moments I held my breath.
    When they returned to the booth Tiff gulped her champagne and I filled