(Squeezing myself into the dress, your reasoning behind the French sling was immediately evident. My tormented nip¶|€s were hard and perky, making them plainly visible through the thin, stretchy fabric.)
wife
(Looking down, I noticed a pair of strappy black heels, which I dutifully put on and fastened around my ankles.)
wife
(After touching up my hair and makeup, I finally emerged from the bedroom. You put down the magazine you were reading and appraised my appearance.)
husband
"Perfect,”
wife
(Standing up, you draped a long cardigan over my shoulders. My dress was so short, the hem of the sweater went right past it. “So you don’t get cold while we’re out.”)
wife
(I stood rooted to the spot.)
“You want me to go out? Dressed like this?”
husband
“Is that a problem?”
wife
“N-no, boss… I just, you’ve always said… this dress…”
husband
“I know what I’ve said.”
wife
“I… look like a…” (I trailed off, realizing that was precisely the point.)
husband
“A **********? …A p°®n star?” ( teased.)
wife
“Yes, boss,” (I agreed, lowering my gaze.)
husband
“Come on, my little s€×pot.”
wife
(Placing your hand on the small of my back, you ushered me out the door. )
husband
“Time to let everyone see what a naughty piece of *** you are.”
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