Roleplay: Dressing Her for a Date

One day, I asked Mistress if I could dress her for her date. At first, she seemed confused, but she realized the date was playing into our roleplay. The next day, I thanked her for playing into my fantasy. She smiled lovingly, clearly willing to participate further into my cuckold fantasy.

As much as I would love to shave her pussy for her date, that is something she prefers to do by herself. But Mistress would let me towel her off as she steps out of the shower. It is so hot running the towel down her back and wiping up her legs, stroking what should only be touched by her lover.
After toweling her off, I excuse myself while she does her hair and makeup. Returning to the bedroom, she asks me what she should wear on her date. This is a first date, and her first date with a black man. I suggest that she dress in white lingerie. She removes two outfits that are all white. I recommend the sheer lace bustier, which barely conceals her large nipples. Her boyfriend can easily access her breasts by pulling them out to pinch and such her nipples with her bra still on. The white garter belt around her waist gives her a classic pinup look, I tell her. She puts her hand on my shoulder and a foot on my thigh as I slide up the white stockings and clasp them to the belt. Making sure to slide up the panties last, I remind her that this is not the ladylike way to wear panties, but her date is not intended for my wife to act ladylike.
A short dress with a plunge top displays her cleavage very well, and if her lover wishes, he can easily pull out her breasts to keep them on display. The cut of the dress is very high, and her garter belts are exposed, as is the wetness forming in her panties.
I ask her if she is excited about her date, and she flashes a smile to me, asking me if I think he's really as well endowed as he led her to believe. Smiling, I told her that it would be an experience she would never forget. It would be an experience she would savor for the rest of her life.
Finishing the outfit was a pair of white patent leather heels and a matching clutch. Escorting her to the door, I kissed her cheek. One last thing will make your outfit perfect, I said. Reaching up her legs, I slid off her panties, placing them in the clutch. A glisten of wetness accented her pouting labia. She smiled, kissing me on the forehead and left.