Danny to Danielle - Beverly Awakened Pt. 01

Dan.. that is Danny.. or is it Danielle and Beverly are your typical middle age married couple who have the doldrums when it comes to their sex life. Married and happy and complacent, kids grown up and now what... Dan often reflects on how things could have been. Beverly, the loving wife, is quite content with 'plain white bread'. That is, until...

Chapter 1

I noticed the three women approach as I stood by the shoe display. The ladies, like the shoes, drew attention, were flashy and craved to be taken out and be shown off.

It was three days to New Years Eve and the store was still delightfully bedecked with holiday splendor. Similarly, the women also sparkled, regardless of the observer's focus point- two in very tight leggings (one in black with shiny sequins, the other in white (an odd fashion error for this time of year, but the way it looked on her), and one in a delightful tight red and white dress. Their tops were tight, melting to the curves of their inviting, full breasts.

All three wore lovely long earrings, makeup that glowed, jewelry adorned their ears, neck, wrists and ankles. They had just finished getting manicures- their long nails immaculate and painted in various holiday colors- bright red, hot pink and purple.

They all seemed to notice me at the same time that I noticed them- I couldn't help but stare, I couldn't decide which outfit I most wanted. But the one woman in the dress- o how that dress flowed as she walked, as she turned, the bottom drifting and giving a tease of a view of her thighs. Her heels in particular, so lovely- platform open-toe mules- frosty red with little white stars! She, in particular noticed my stare and waited for my eyes to meet hers.

Without question, I blushed immensely and without control. I tried to smile; her eyes cut into my body. The three stood around me- with the women's shoe display behind me, I was cornered. Some sort of sound crept from my lungs "um... hi ladies, you all look so very nice!" I blushed, I glanced, my head down; I saw them looking at me- then one, and the next, began to giggle.

"Well- you better say we look nice, honey. So what you lookin at now?" How do i tell them that I was enjoying seeing how they all looked so lovely, so sexy, and how I was studying their fashion and style?

"Well- your heels, they look so nice, so really great- I was looking at these here (pointing to the display)..."

"Oh yah sugar, you'd look so cute in those!" And they all began to laugh. I blushed beyond belief. Did anyone hear that or see me, stuck here like this? "Oh- um, no, Miss, its not for ..."

"Oh relax honey, we're just playin with you. We saw you standin there and you looked so cute, we wanted to come over and razzle you. You don't mind that now, do you? You here by you-self?"

I smiled- wow, I was safe, they weren't mad at me. "Oh- me? I um... I ... no I'm here with my wife, she's around here somewhere, um.. upstairs, paying for some panties and stuff". Oh boy why did I give them so much information?

"That's so sweet (as she reached to touch my hand)- you goin shoppin for panties and stuff with your wife. Isn't he a doll? I'd like to get my man out like that but he just wants to hang out with his male friends- go down to the club and drink."

One of the other ladies added "Oh he sure is a sweetie- where's your lady, honey. We're gonna tell her how sweet and cute you are." They all looked around, one touching my hand and the other touching my back; omg my wife is gonna smack me!

One leaned close to my face, looking with me as she pointed "Hey baby, is that her over there? How bout that one, I bet that's your woman." Her face was just inches from mine. Her perfume filled this close space and filled my nose, my mind. I looked at her, a sneaky look as my eyes pivot to the far right; her flesh looked so lovely, her makeup impeccable- frosty colors around her eyes, her lips full, glistening with hot pink lipstick. I licked my lips, subconsciously, feeling, tasting her lips. Omg- I am in so much trouble.

"Oh she's upstairs still. I came down to look at the watches" (which are across from where I am standing) I replied.

"Watches huh- well honey- you sure look like you're looking at those high heels a lot more than those watches. These are sexy, though- you like these?" she asked. She holds up to my face the display shoe- perfect for the holidays- full of sparkles over the gold and silver colors.

"O yeah, I think those are really sexy- I was thinking of buying them for my wife- if she'd wear them out" I replied as a frown grew on my face.

"Honey- you gotta just take her out and tell her to wear them!" she stated. They look at me, trying to motivate me and feel better but saw that I was not so optimistic.

"Oh she has some sexy heels but she just seems to be ok wearing her basic heels when we go out. I try to get her to go somewhere fun and wild but then she kinda just backs away. She needs some friends like you to take her out!" I said, almost imploring their assistance. Omg- did I just say that? She does have a few, but they aren't that close- and I shared that with them. But I don't know these women, or why they would want to go out, befriend or invite my wife.

"Honey, you introduce her to us and we'll take care of the rest! You go buy her those heels and leave the rest to us. What's her name? What's she like, to do, music and stuff, she like to dance?" the one asked.

I tell them about her, a bit conservative but does begin to relax, have fun, when she does go dancing, loves music, blues & jazz. She loves cocktails and is a good talker- fun, when she relaxes, has a few drinks and gets away from all her stress. A glass of wine or two and she drops some of her wall. They look at me- they seem to know her, know her mindset, really well.

The sales lady walked over and goes to bring the heels to the register for me; I pointed to my wife who is starting down the escalator. The women looked at her, whisper to each other, giggle, looked a bit more and seem to come up with a plan. I walked over to the register to pay for the heels; I watched, expecting the three women to approach her and tell her all about our conversation. Instead, they stood about, looking at this and that, chatting, as she stepped onto the floor. She looked around, looking for me. I want to hide!

Beverly walked around the watch display, looking for me- no luck. She then backtracked and I tried to race over, wanting to just escape. The sales woman was having a problem with the box code and could not finish the transaction. And then it happened- one of the women engages her. "Excuse me- um, I was just hoping you would give me your opinion. What do you think of these- and she points to some dressy heels. I just can't make up my mind- and these 2, oh they can't decide on anything. What do you think?"

She held the heels to her dress- she smiled and turned the shoe to show all sides. "Is it adorable or is there something else I should consider?" she asked. "I hope I'm not a bother- you just seem to have a look about you, and these two- (giggling)- well, I have to help them pick out anything they wear when we go out. You ever have a friend like that?" She softly, so daintily touches my wife's hand.

I watched- I'm not sure if I wanted to rush over or run away. As the sales lady concluded my purchase, I fumbled with the credit card and slid my wallet into my coat pocket. My hand drifted over my right pants pocket- lip cover- good, my lips are parched, dry- as is my throat, mouth. I looked over at Beverly and the ladies- two were engaged with her in chatting, while one looked over at me, watching as I cover my lips.

I took the package, the shoe box, nicely placed in a fancy paper bag with handles. I walked over, watching, wondering. "Hi hon, I um... got you something!" I said with childish pride. She realized I was next to her, glanced over at me, and then turned back to continue her comments with the ladies.

"Whatcha got there hon?" Yvonne asked. I looked at Yvonne, the one in the dress. The other two looked at me, the package and then at Beverly.

"Ya, what did you get? Something sexy, I hope" another added. They giggled and one touched Beverly's arm as she also joined in on the light laughter. "What is that, Danny?"

I took the shoe box out and opened it for Beverly.

"O my! Wow... so, Dan- where do you think I'll wear those out to?" she asked, a hint of frustration and anger in her voice.

"Ohhhh, those are soooo sexy! O honey, you gotta wear those out!" Sasha said with glee.

"Baby you got to! Hey, you should join us tonight- no excuses" Yvonne said authoritatively, a gentle but assertive hand on Beverly's forearm.

Beverly looked at them. What? Go out? Me? O my- what do I say? I ~don't go out- not with a bunch of women. I go out with other couples and with Danny. Not with a bunch of women. It's been years since I've done that... nooo... no I won't.. can't do that. I could tell all the negative thoughts going through her mind.

"Oh Yvonne, I don't know- I mean, these heels, they're really lovely and all but where, I mean, these are really gorgeous" she reluctantly admitted, as she touches them, admiring them. I could see the glimmer in her eyes.

"Oh honey you should- wear them out, go out honey. Have a great time, that's why I bought them for you" I said with a hint of hope in my voice.

She looked at me, a bit mad- she hates surprises. But the women will not accept no- "Honey we're coming by for you at 6:30, and we ARE goin to take you with us. What's your address hon?" Yvonne asked as she looked at me, and then one of the other women clicked the address into her phone.

Beverly looked at me- what? What just happened? "Well- I ... I don't have anything to wear. I mean- to go with these heels. And- really, maybe, can't we just get together like next week?"

And all three gang up on her- "NO NO NO... their rhythm is powerful. Each placed a soft hand on her arm. "Nope- not gonna hear that. Honey, we're taking you out and that's all you gotta know. You're about the same shape, size as Sasha, we'll bring a few things- you gonna look so hot!"

Yvonne and Sasha lean forward and give Beverly a small peck on the cheek, followed by the third woman. Yvonne leaned back to Beverly and whispered as her hands wrap around Beverly's forearms. "Honey, we're gonna have soo much fun!"

Yvonne's face was glowing, a giant smile and her pearly white teeth stood out brilliantly against her warm mocha-colored skin. I smiled to the ladies- they reached and touched my hand, softly.

Sasha looked at me "Now hon- you make sure she takes a nice long bath and is all pretty for us. And don't worry- but donch you be plannin to stay up". And she winked at me, a wicked smile emerged and the three waled away, a sexy sway in their collective exit.

Beverly looked at me- speechless. I took her bag and mine, taking the handles like two purses as we walked out. Our procession to our car was quiet. Silence continued as we drove home. She fidgeted a bit with her purse, looking at messages and out the window. I finally said "Well honey, those ladies seemed nice".

I had no idea how she took that. She looked over at me, smiled briefly, and then looked at her phone "Yeah, I think so too" she replied softly.

We got home and I made her a small sandwich. She then told me that she was going to take a nap and then a bath. I cleaned up a bit and then brought the bags into our bedroom. I took the items out- the panties and bras and place them on her dresser.

As I extracted my wallet from my coat, I noticed a little card in my pocket, a note written in hot pink ink "here's my number- call me". I fumbled with it- I seem to always get nervous 'about things'.

I took the note and looked at the writing- so pretty, extravagant. On the other side, she drew a pair of lips, hot pink in color, full. I reached for my phone and punched in the number. A voice- "hi there"

"Hi sugar, is this Danny? It's Yvonne, sweetie, the one in the red dress, you remember me? Honey, I told you, trust us. Your wife's a cutie, I don't see why she was nervous about goin out. Now she didn't back out, did she? She better know that we're coming to get her" she said.

"Hey Danny- how's her wardrobe, her clothes?" she added, curious about so much.

Where to start- "Yes- yes I remember you and yes its me and... yes, she's cute but sometimes... well, most of the time she just dresses boring, kinda conservative. She .. I think she's afraid to show herself off. She used to go out with friends from work and all but that was a long time back. She needs some fun girlfriends- it's really cool that you're all taking her out."

"Um- her wardrobe- well, its pretty conservative. She wears tights out often enough but nothing as, um... " I stumble trying to find the words to properly describe them.

"As what Danny? Tell me baby, whatcha thinkin?" Yvonne replied.

"Well, nothing like what you three were wearing. She needs to kick up her clothing and style and not be afraid of looking sexy and attractive" I responded, almost in a clinical way.

"O yah honey. Well we can do that. Sasha's already getting some of her stuff together- one dress is really hot. I wanna see her wear that, its sooo sexxxxxyyyyy! We're goin dancing hon though, you ok with that? I mean... you knowwww... men ARE gonna come over and they ARE gonna wanna dance" Yvonne inquired, wondering how I would be with that type of evening.

"Oh- well, yeah that's.. I'm ok with that" I answer. "Yeah, that's ok, I want to see her enjoy being out. She needs that, and she does love to dance- she used to go out after work with friends and go dancing- years ago. It just seems that she, we, we've tried going out and, we end up having something interrupt- so frustrating! Yah- I want to see her feelin sexy and kick up her style. Get rid of that 'old mom stuff' and have sexy stuff to wear".

"K- you remember what you just said now Danny... K? Yvonne asked, again, wanting to secure my acceptance of what she and her friends had planned. "We dance and dance and dance- for hours. There's some real sexy guys that know we're goin to the club- they're soo sexxx yyyyy and love to dance. So- long as you're cool with it, Beverly's gonna have a great time, we'll just be sure to get her loosened up, relaxed a little. She likes to drink, right? She smoke any?"

"Oh yea- she loves cocktails and wine. Smokes? O a few times she'll smoke a cigarette, if she's pretty drunk. I go buy her the VS 120s, she knows I think she looks sexy- and..." I offered.

"Silly boi, I mean weed honey. She smoke?" she asked with a laugh.

"Oh- well.. not usually. She tries to, likes to, remain in control. But she has!" I said; like that's gonna happen- she is so stubborn some times.

She countered, "Honey you leave the worryin to us- we know how to help her, get her relaxed n stuff- you just don't let her back down. See you in a couple hours, sweetie."

Now how is she going to pull that off? I've only been able to a few times. 30 minutes pass, then 45. I woke her- slowly, softly, a glass of wine in hand. She looked at me, waking- "Hi." I smiled at her, lovingly.

"Time to get ready, love" I replied.

She looked at me- is this really happening? O I know how she thinks. She'll get ready right up to the last minute and then back out. She'll play along and maybe even chat with the ladies- they do have our address after all. But then say that she's not feeling well. Let us see how she gets out of this one!

Sipping her wine, she stepped into the warm, scented bath I had prepared for her. I watched as she took time to tend to any unseemly hair- her legs were now so smooth and soft. As she exited from the bath, I stole a peek, and I noticed that she shaved her private area completely. Hmmmmm

She looked at me and smirked, then smilesd. "What- you want me to look pretty, right?" I nodded yes. "Ok- help me pick something to wear." I looked in her closet- boring. Some sexy dresses and such, yes- but nothing over the top, nothing that says "wow I am soo sexy."

"How bout this?" I ask as I held up a few dresses; she looked at them, shrugging her shoulders.

"Not what I had in mind" she lamented; me neither. Sending me away, she used her own senses to decide on her outfit for the evening and to make the look her own. 30 minutes later, she called me in.

"Wow" (really, not bad... sexy, but not super tight... ) I state with surprised satisfaction.

"OK good- now my makeup- wanna watch?"she asked me as she sat at her vanity table. I stood by her side and watched. She applied and I watched- she looked at me as she applied final touches to her face- lip liner and then lipstick. Puckering her lips, she turned and looked at me and smiled "mmmmuuaahhh"

Seeing that she was focused on her night out, I left the bedroom to go check the bar and prepared glasses and ice in anticipation of the womens' arrival and wait.

Chapter 2

8:13 and the headlights signaled their arrival. A knock at the door and I answered. I wasn't sure if my anxiety and anticipation matched or surpassed those of Beverly.

The women were - amazing. Yvonne was wearing a skin tight body stocking, a cropped jacket and stiletto heels. The two friends were wearing tight dresses, one to the knee that has a long slit, the other a minidress. All were stunning.

"Come in ladies" I extended my hand to greet them- each touched mine; Yvonne leaned over and kissed my cheek. I shivered- wow, they were stunning and their perfumes filled the air. I escorted them into the living room, asked them to make themselves at home, and inquired to what they would like to drink.

The music was already on- some 60s R&B- they call out "Yeah baby, good". Down the hallway, I let Beverly know that they had arrived, and immediately, I heard her heels clicking on the tile. As I carried their drinks in, and saw that Sasha, sitting, can barely keep her upper thigh covered. I loved how she was dressed.

Beverly walked in and greeted her new party mates- the three walked over and gave Beverly huge hugs, kisses on her cheek, and then Yvonne pulled her close to whisper something in her ear- then I saw her place a kiss on her ear. I blush- am I supposed to be watching this?

"Danny- you gonna get your wife a drink? Hey, let me help you" And she walks over to me, grabs my arm. "Show me where the likker is honey, I'm thirsty." We walked, and she pressed her body against me; I could feel her body heat as I felt a warm rush envelop me.

Standing at the bar counter, thinking of what to make. Yvonne sat her glass down- "All gone baby, pour me a little more" and she squeezes my tush. I shake- o my! I turn slightly, she has a wicked look in her eyes. I blush.

"How bout I do that and you just watch?" she ordered as she stepped in front of me before I could even answer. "Come here and watch" she continued as she pulled me up to be right behind her.

I was nervous- I glanced over and saw that Beverly was conversing with the other women as if they were longtime friends. I couldn't help but feel hot, aroused. Yvonne noticed this and pressed back to rub her ass against me.

"Mmmm baby, I feel somethin... somethin good" and she reached back to stroke my crotch. I moaned and she rubbed her ass against me again. With all but one drink completed, she then said "Im gonna make somethin sweet n special for Beverly- you go along with me now, k baby?"

How could I say no? And what harm would one drink be anyways? She's had several drinks in a row before and been ok.

Yvonne examined Beverly's glass and poured two shots of rum into it, then some juice, mixing the cocktail to blend the ingredients. She then turned around and asked me "you want her to have a good time, doncha baby?"

"Yes Yvonne, yes, I really do" I replied.