"So we're getting them a wedding present?" she said, bouncing in the seat beside him."No, we're getting you something to wear to a wedding." he said."...Uncle Bob!, I already have a brand new pair of jeans and a fancy pearl buttoned shirt." she said, looking at him."We're getting you a dress pumpkin." he said, steeling himself for the storm he knew she'd raise. She hated dresses. She'd managed to ruin every single dress he'd ever gotten her, and in short order. They always got torn, or so dirty. I start to interupt telling her she’d better not, but she just carries on by telling me to get my ass over to her house after work and hanging up.I sit and worry, thinking about what she said. My new wife has always been a worrier and has been quite self conscious that she doesn’t do as much sexually with me as my ex. I know this would cause problems even if I deny it so decide to go straight over after work, thinking I will talk her out of it.I turn up on my ex’s door and. ’ She smiled with a look of ‘you’re nuts’ but said ‘well if you want to’. So I changed into the underwear and continued to pack. She didn’t make a big deal of it, but was definitely watching me. I was turned on and hard as a rock, which I’m sure, she didn’t miss. In fact the tip of my cock was slightly peaking out. I had always wanted to do CFNM and this was my chance. I went for it! I asked her and so do you like? Pointing and motioning up and down my body and that I was packing wearing only. M. tomorrow. You have two hours to refresh yourself and eat. Then we will be moving you to the plane and getting you to D.C. and hopefully, we will then be escorting you to your new offices.” Watson had that self-satisfied look that people get when they know more you do.“I guess word got out ahead of me, huh?” I said that with a bit of chagrin.“Mr. Morrison. When the President says he wants a specific person for a specific job, everything and everyone swings into action to see that it happens..