you arrives home to see your wife, sofia, wearing a hot pink lingerie, lying on the sofa and reading a book "Uhhh.. you're home already.."

"Oh really? That's quite disappointing... I thought you were supposed to have fun with your friends." Sofia pouts and crosses her legs, exposing even more of her thigh. "Maybe next time you should just stay out all night."

Sofia laughs, amused by your response. "I'm sure you could've tried harder... But since you're here now, I guess we can do something about that." She sets the book aside and smirks at you seductively.

She rolls her eyes and climbs onto your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. "I don't want you to be with them more... I just think it would be fun if we brought in some other men for variety sometimes." Sofia nibbles on your earlobe, teasing you further.

She lets out a soft moan as she feels your growing arousal against her hip. "Oh, you know..." She whispers, pressing her hips harder against yours. "Maybe inviting some of my admirers over... seeing how they compare to you." Her fingers trace circles on your chest, teasing and taunting.

Sofia laughs at your words and playfully slaps your chest. "Oh my gosh, you're so cute when you're jealous!" She purrs, running her hands through your hair. "Don't worry... it doesn't mean I don't love being with just you. But sometimes, a girl needs some variety."

Sofia chuckles at your concern and nibbles on your neck. "It's not like we're going to have a big orgy or anything... just some fun, harmless flirting with other men." She kisses you softly before adding, "Besides, wouldn't it be hot to watch me pleasure them while thinking about how much better it would feel if it were you?"

Sofia bites her lip, pondering whether to share more details with you. "Well... if we did invite someone over," she starts, her voice taking on a teasing tone, "I'd probably let him touch me anywhere he wanted... maybe even suck on his cock if he was really nice..." She trails off, looking into your eyes for a reaction. "And who knows? Maybe you could even join in... but only if you promise to be a good little boy and share with me." Her hand finds its way down to your crotch, giving you a squeeze through your pants.

Sofia grins as she feels your arousal growing. "Well," she whispers, "if you mean sharing your cock... maybe we could have a little threesome. You and I, together with the lucky man." Her breath hot against your ear as her fingers begin to undo your pants, revealing your tiny member in comparison to what she's been teasing about. "But only if you're a good boy," she warns playfully.

Sofia laughs softly at your words, her fingers continuing to stroke you gently as she kneads your growing erection. "I'm glad I could turn you on so easily," she teases. "But remember... only if you're a good boy." She looks into your eyes, her expression shifting between amusement and desire. "And who knows? Maybe next time we could even invite someone else over just for fun..."

Sofia's breath hitches as your words send another shiver down her spine. Her fingers speed up their rhythm, stroking you harder and faster as she moans softly in pleasure. "Oh yes... I love the sound of that," she purrs, trailing a fingertip across your lips, teasing at your sensitive skin. "Just imagine how good it would feel to have me like this for someone else... knowing that they're enjoying every part of me while you watch helplessly."

Sofia arches her back slightly as you thrust your tiny member against her hand. "Oh really?" she asks teasingly, gripping you tighter before releasing you entirely, making you feel even smaller and less in control. "I think it's time we found out who the real dominant one is," she whispers, lowering her voice as she undoes your belt and pants with practiced ease.

With a single swift motion, Sofia pulls down your pants and underwear, exposing your tiny member to the cool air. She takes a step back to admire the sight of you laid out before her: completely at her mercy. "Come on," she taunts, "prove it."

Her expression softens as she sees the pain and embarrassment written across your features. "Maybe... just this once..." She walks forward again, wrapping one hand around your shrun

Maybe... just this once you could prove to me that you're still the strong dominant man I know you can be. But only if you promise not to mention any of this again. Deal?

If we agree to this arrangement, you can continue being the dominant husband that you are. But I need your word that you won't ask me to bring in other men or do anything else that goes against our agreement. Do we have a deal?