you inter the house after a long working day to find your wife, sia, sitting in the living room wearing white lingerie and chatting with someone in the phone "oh, you're here already?"
Yes honey.
Of course I'm here! Isn't it great to see you back home safe and sound? And aren't you happy to see me all dressed up like this just for you?
Yes I am happy. Are you dressing like this just for me ?
Well, you know how I always talk about wanting to explore our fantasies? This was just my way of showing you that I'm serious about it and willing to do whatever makes you happy. So, what should we do next?
You are just mine. Your body belongs to me
Hearing those words send shivers down her spine. She looks up at you with a mixture of nervousness and desire, then slowly crawls over to you on the couch. Gently, she takes your hand in hers and places it on her breast, over the lace bra that covers it. "Then I am all yours, my love. Do whatever you please." Her heart races as she waits for your next command.
You wanna go out or not?
Well, if you want us to go out... hmmm. What's the occasion? Or is this simply because you feel like showing me off tonight?
We are going to dinner. Wear the dress that I like.
Her heart skips a beat when she hears your request, and she flushes slightly with excitement. "Alright, I'll change into the dress you like right now!" She stands up, feeling incredibly eager to please you tonight. As she heads towards the bedroom, she asks over her shoulder, "Will you be waiting in here for me or would you like some alone time first?"
Just get ready fast. We are late baby
Heat spreading through her at his demand, she quickly changes into the revealing black dress he likes so much. As she fixes her hair and makeup in front of the mirror, a nervous anticipation builds within her. What kind of display will you want from me tonight? She finishes getting ready and returns to the living room a few minutes later, waiting patiently for your reaction.
You will see. We drove to the restaurant and sits on the table
Shivering with excitement, she follows you outside to the car. As you drive to the restaurant, her mind races with anticipation, wondering what kind of scene you have in store for her tonight. Once seated at your chosen table, she leans back in her chair and lets her eyes roam around discreetly, scanning the room for potential onlookers.
Her skin prickles with nervous excitement as she waits for your next command.
Where are you looking at baby?
Her cheeks flush as she realizes you've caught her staring around the room, nervously gathering courage to face whatever it is that you have planned for her tonight. She looks back at you meekly, not daring to speak just yet.
"It's okay, I understand why you're looking," you reassure her with a gentle smile. "Just remember that you belong to me now, and whatever happens here tonight is for my enjoyment." Her heart skips a beat at those words, as she tries desperately not to get too turned on by the thought of being so completely owned and controlled by you.
You are my conservative, shy wife. You have never worn such kinds of dress in public right?
A shiver runs down her spine at your words. She looks down at the table, biting her bottom lip as she tries to compose herself. "Yes, you're right," she whispers hoarsely. "I've never worn anything like this before... not in public." Her voice trails off as her heartbeat quickens with both anticipation and nervousness.
So how are you feeling now? When people are looking at you
She glances up at you through her eyelashes, uncertainty clouding her features. "I'm... a bit exposed," she admits quietly, feeling self-conscious and aroused in equal measure. The dress hugs her curves tightly, drawing attention to her ample assets, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet desired. Her cheeks flush as she imagines what might be going through the minds of those around them.
"But... I want this," she whispers, slowly reaching across the table and taking your hand in hers. "I want you to feel satisfied, my love." The words spill from her lips almost as if they aren't hers, her submissive side fully emerging beneath the surface of the shy, conservative wife you know so well.
Aren't you feel shy at all? Revealing your skin
Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she continues to hold your hand across the table, unable to tear her eyes away from yours. "Well... I'm not normally this exposed, but I trust you," she whispers softly, biting her lip. "I want to please you and make you happy." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their own breaths in the otherwise quiet restaurant.
She can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the thought of satisfying you tonight, despite her initial nervousness. This is new territory for her, but she's determined to explore it further with you by her side.
Some guys are eyeing at your exposed hot thighs.
Her heart begins to race as she glances down, noticing that her bare legs are indeed on display beneath the table. "Oh..." she whispers, her voice betraying a mix of nervousness and arousal. The realization that other men might be appreciating what's rightfully yours sends a thrill through her entire body. She looks back up at you, searching for some signal as to how else she can serve your desires tonight.
Her fingers itch to touch herself, but she remains focused on pleasing you above all else. "Would you like me to...?" She trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air as she waits for your instructions.
Her fingers itch to touch herself, but she remains focused on pleasing you above all else. "Would you like me to...?" She trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air as she waits for your instructions.
Would you like to cover it or?
Her cheeks flush deeper as she realizes that you're not the one giving her instructions anymore, but another man at a nearby table. Looking over in his direction, she sees him leering at her exposed legs and grinning widely. A surge of heat courses through her body, making her nipples harden beneath her dress.
Without taking her eyes off the other man, she whispers into your ear, "Should I show him what he's missing?" Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she awaits your response, feeling incredibly turned on by the thought of teasing this stranger while also pleasing you.
Do you want to?
The thought of showing off for another man while still being completely devoted to you sends a thrill racing through her veins. The idea is both exhilarating and incredibly taboo, but it's something she's never been able to resist when the urge takes hold. She leans in closer to your ear, her voice little more than a whisper: "Yes, I want to." With this admission, she feels an overwhelming surge of desire course through her body.
Wow! You are very shy and conservative wife. But now you wanna show more
Her heart races as she takes your hand and places it against her inner thigh, right above the stocking edge of her dress. "You like what you see?" she whispers breathily, barely able to contain a shudder as she feels your touch so close to where she aches for release. With every passing second, the forbidden thrill of teasing another man only serves to heighten her arousal and her desire to please you.
What do you want to show him? Aren't you afraid of what might happen?
Her heart pounds faster as she listens to your words, the desire to push her boundaries overwhelming any lingering hesitation. She licks her lips nervously and leans even closer, barely containing a moan when she feels your hand slowly slide higher up her leg. "I want to show him what he's missing," she whispers hoarsely. "I want to make you both happy." With each passing moment, the thrill of the forbidden grows wilder inside her, driving her closer to the edge of reckless abandon.
I bet he is looking at your exposed thighs.
Her heart races as she glances over at the other man, who indeed is transfixed on her exposed thighs. The realization that she's not only turning him on but also impressing you with her brazenness sends another surge of arousal through her body. She takes a deep breath and slowly begins to slide her dress upwards, revealing more of her skin to their eager eyes. Her fingers tremble as they trail lightly across her lace-covered mound, already wet with anticipation for what comes next.
Wow! You are acting so naughty today. Aren't you my wife?
Her heart races as she feels her body betraying its usual shyness and conservatism, giving in to the forbidden thrill of teasing another man while still being fully devoted to you. A part of her knows that this is wrong, but it's the most exhilarating thing she's ever experienced. She leans back against the cushion, exposing herself further as she watches your reaction intently, her breath coming in short gasps.
"I am... and I want to make you proud," she whispers huskily, eyes shining with desire and anticipation. "To please you and show you just how much I need this... need you." With every word, the reality of their arrangement sinks deeper into her consciousness, driving her further down the path of total submission and fulfillment.
Is he looking ?
Your question sends a shiver down her spine as she glances back at the man in question. He's still watching her intently, his expression a mix of lust and envy that does things to her insides she never knew possible. She feels herself grow wetter with each passing second, imagining what it would be like for him to touch her or watch you touch her... The thought makes her breath catch in her throat, and she can feel her body trembling with need beneath the table.
Without taking her eyes off of his face, she slowly slips one hand down between her legs, trailing a finger teasingly along her swollen folds before finding their target and pressing against her clit in small, circling motions. Her hips begin to rock involuntarily as the pleasure intensifies, making it clear to both of you what she really wants and needs right now.
Cover yourself. You wanna leave this place?
Her heart races as you command her to cover herself, bringing her back to reality for a moment. Slowly but surely, she pulls her dress down over her exposed thighs and legs, shivering with excitement and relief when it's finally in place once more. She glances at the other man one last time before looking back up at you, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy with arousal.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, shame mixing with desire as she feels the weight of her transgression settle heavily on her shoulders. "I don't know what came over me." As much as she wants to apologize, a part of her wishes she could keep going just a little longer... keep pushing their boundaries and seeing where it leads them both.
Do you still wanna continue?
Her heart races as she listens to your question, images of their forbidden encounter still dancing through her mind. She licks her lips nervously and glances down at the table, struggling with conflicting desires. A part of her wants nothing more than to push forward, to see where this leads them both... while another voice whispers that maybe they should stop before it's too late.
Finally, she looks up at you, determination and arousal clear in her eyes. "Yes," she says quietly. "I still want to." Her hand trembles as she reaches across the table again, this time grasping your own with equal measure of need and submission. "Please... let me keep going."
What makes you wanna do such kinds of things? You have never done anything like this before?
The thought of pushing boundaries and exploring new territories with you is intoxicating. It's like a drug, something she never knew she needed until now. The forbidden thrill of teasing another man while still being completely devoted to you ignites a fire inside her that burns brighter than anything else in her life. And despite the shame and guilt that sometimes follow these moments, they only serve to heighten the intensity of the experience for her.
She looks up at your face expectantly, waiting for your answer, ready for whatever you have planned next. Her heart races with anticipation, eager for more of this forbidden fruit.
Do you wanna show everything to everyone here huh! You slut
The words sting but also excite her in equal measure. She bites her bottom lip and nods quickly, unable to hide the desire in her eyes as she looks up at you expectantly. "Yes... please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with anticipation. A rush of adrenaline courses through her veins, making her heart race and her body tremble with need. She reaches down between her legs once more, teasing herself mercilessly as she awaits your command.
Come. Let's go home. You are acting like a slut.
Her face flushes even hotter as you admonish her, but she can't deny the thrill of pushing things further. She obediently follows you out of the restaurant, hips swaying and thighs rubbing against the material of her dress in silent invitation. Inside, she struggles between shame and arousal, knowing that what they've done is wrong but unable to resist the rush of power and submission it gives her.
As you lead her towards your car, her fingers slip back between her legs again, stroking furiously at her swollen folds as she imagines what else might happen once they get home. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation propelling her forward into the unknown territory of their relationship.
You are a very shy and conversative wife. Cover yourself
Her cheeks flush even deeper as you remind her that she's been acting anything but shy and conservative tonight. As she obediently moves to cover herself, she glances down at the table, unable to meet your eye. Her fingers itch to touch herself once more, but she resists the urge, knowing that you want her to focus on regaining some of her lost modesty.
As she sits beside you in the car, her breath comes fast and shallow as she tries to process everything that's happened. Part of her feels guilty for pushing boundaries and disobeying your commands, but another part thrills at the power and submission that come from teasing another man while still belonging completely to you. She looks over at you nervously, wondering how you'll punish her for her transgressions... and if she truly wants you to stop.
As I drive the car. I think that guy is following us.
Her heart skips a beat at your words. She glances nervously in the rearview mirror, her hands trembling as she grips the seat. "Is he really following us?" she asks fearfully, knowing that it'll be up to you what happens next. Her eyes dart back and forth between the road ahead and the reflection of the stranger behind them, feeling a strange mix of terror and excitement at the possibility of being caught.
"Do you want me to do something?" she whispers tentatively, unsure whether she should provoke the situation or try to make him go away. The tension in the car is palpable as they speed down the empty streets, their eyes fixed on each other and the man who may or may not be following them.
What if he catch us and rape you?
Her heart pounds faster at the thought of being violated by someone other than you. She bites her lip, torn between fear and arousal as she watches your reaction to the stranger in the mirror. "I... I don't want that," she whispers shakily. "But if it happens..." Her voice trails off, but the unspoken words are clear: part of her finds the danger thrilling.
She looks back at you pleadingly, wanting your protection and yet unable to resist the forbidden thrill of the situation. Her fingers tremble on her lap as she struggles with her conflicting desires.
Your body is mine only.
Her breath catches at your words as she looks back at you, relief washing over her features. "Yes," she whispers, gratitude filling her voice. "You are my protector, my master... the only one who has ever truly owned me." As they continue to drive, she glances nervously in the rearview mirror again, half-hoping that they've managed to lose their pursuer but fearful of what might happen if they haven't. The anticipation and excitement within the car grow almost palpable as they wait for some sign of either safety or danger approaching.
What if he follows to our home?
The thought of bringing the stranger into your private sanctum fills her with both fear and arousal. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself as she glances back at you. "If he does... what will we do?" Her heart races as she waits for your answer, praying that you'll know how to handle the situation without endangering either of you.
I don't know. Should we lose him?
Her fingers fiddle nervously with her dress as she stares at the rearview mirror. The thought of dealing with this stranger in your own home is terrifying, but there's a part of her that's still excited by the forbidden thrill of it all. "If... if we can't lose him," she whispers hesitantly, meeting your gaze in the mirror, "then what would you want us to do?" Her voice is trembling, equal parts fear and arousal.
As they near home, her heart races faster with every passing second. She waits anxiously for your answer, wondering how this night will end and whether she'll be punished or rewarded for her transgressions.
Let's get inside.
As you pull into the driveway and come to a stop, your wife glances back at you nervously before quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door. The cool night air hits her skin as she climbs out of the car, following you towards the front door. Her hands tremble with anticipation, not knowing what to expect once they're safely inside. She forces herself to take slow, calming breaths, trying to regain some semblance of composure before facing whatever awaits them within the sanctity of their home.
As soon as we reached inside. I locked the door and look around. And says to her this is because of you.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you lock the door behind you and scan the room before turning to face her. The accusation in your eyes sends a shiver down her spine, but she stands her ground, trying to appear confident despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "What do you want me to do?" she asks softly, her voice little more than a whisper. She waits anxiously for your response, wondering if tonight will bring punishment or release.
You were acting like a slut there that's why he follows
Her face burns redder as you accuse her of acting like a slut. She averts her eyes, ashamed and aroused at the same time. "I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling tears well up in her eyes. "It was wrong... I shouldn't have done it." As she speaks, her hands find their way to her hips, caressing the fabric of her dress as if seeking comfort from its familiar touch.
"P-please..." she stammers, looking back up at you through her lashes. "Don't punish me too harshly... I can't take it." Her voice trembles with fear and desire, making the words come out broken and uneven.
There were atleast 3 guys on that car. What if they catch us on the road. Can you imagine what might happen to you?
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being hurt by strangers on the road. She shudders and backs up against the wall, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed despite being safely inside your home. "I'm sorry," she repeats through quivering lips, her eyes pleading with you for understanding and protection.
As she waits for your response, her fingers worry at her skirt, unable to resist the urge to touch herself beneath the fabric. She's trembling with fear and desire, craving both punishment and release from this intense mix of emotions.
Is it because of this? as I touch her pussy roughly. Is it because of this pussy?
Her eyes widen in surprise as you touch her roughly, her breath coming out in sharp gasps. "Y-yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching into your hand instinctively even though it's painful. "It's because of this... my need for you." The admission only serves to fuel her desire, making it harder for her to resist the forbidden thrill that comes from teasing another man while being owned by you.
She closes her eyes and tilts her head back against the wall, moaning softly as your fingers probe deeper, filling her with pleasure and pain in equal measure. Her hips jerk restlessly against your touch, begging for more as she loses control to the heat building inside of her.
I think they followed us and park across our house. Since the lights are deem inside our house, they won't see us properly.
Her heart races as you tell her about the strangers across the house. She moans softly at your touch, lost in a haze of desire and fear. Her fingers grip your arm tightly, urging you to go deeper as she squirms against you. "Please," she breathes raggedly, "Don't stop." Her lips part as she pants for air, her body trembling with need beneath the fabric of her dress.
You bitch! Why were you acting like that there?
Her words tumble out incoherent pleas as you touch her roughly. "I'm sorry... I can't help it... I need this." Her fingers claw at the wall behind her, trying to find purchase as she arches into your hand. The thrill of teasing another man while still being yours is addictive, pushing her further down a path of reckless abandon that leaves no room for regret or doubt.
"Please... don't stop," she gasps, feeling the tightness building within her as your touch sends wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Her hips rock uncontrollably against your hand, craving more of your dominance and control in this intense moment of submission.
Shall I turn on the lights now?
No! Please don't turn on the lights yet... I need this darkness to feel free, to explore these forbidden desires. Your touch in the shadows is everything to me right now, driving me wild with need and want. Let me lose myself in your hands a little longer before we face the consequences of what we've done tonight.
Those men are looking at the window now? Shall I open the curtain fully?
Oh God... please don't open the curtains! I can feel their eyes on me... it's so forbidden and arousing, making my body tremble with desire for more of this dangerous thrill. I need you to take control, to show them that I belong only to you. Please, let me lose myself in your touch while we still have the darkness and the safety of our home.