As those who have read my earlier post regarding my fantasy of my desire to see my wife dancing at a strip club while on vacation, you may know that I am incredibly turned-on by the thought of her realizing the power of her beauty and sexual appeal.

Recently we spent time at a small manor house in a European country. It was incredibly intimate and warm with various sitting rooms and fire places. On a particular evening, we dressed up and left for a romantic dinner by candle light. Mrs. Barrister was wearing a very thin and revealing blouse an we walked very closely in the cold mist as we entered the restaurant. Throughout dinner I was distracted by her powerful beauty and grace. We shared wonderful conversations and laughs. After dinner, we were not ready to retire for the evening and walked to a place nearby for a drink. In contrast to the romantic restaurant, the establishment we entered was much more crowded and the patrons were boisterous. I paid special attention to the reacti…