“You probably don’t need the cardigan inside,” ( eliciting a small whimper from me as you slid the fabric off my shoulders.)
wife
(Standing next to you, without the thin layer of coverage provided by my sweater, I was keenly aware of how short my dress was… how visible my nipples were… and how every person around us would be treated to a vivid picture of how I looked *****.)
wife
(As you led me toward the bar, I now had a very clear idea of how it felt to be in a bar full of people dressed like a slutty hooker… It was absolutely mortifying. And I’d never been so turned on in all my life.)
wife
(We found two bar stools, and as I sat at your side, I quickly crossed my legs. It was the only way to avoid flashing everyone in our immediate vicinity.)
wife
(The bartender came over, and when she noticed my nipples she blatantly stared. Smirking, she looked up at me.)
bartender
"nice dress"
wife
(I bit my lip, blushing, and you gave me a slight nudge.)
husband
“She gave you a compliment,” ( prompted.)
wife
“Thank you,” (I offered, feeling more exposed than ever.)
wife
(I vaguely heard you ordering a whiskey for yourself and wine for me, but I was distracted by all the other people sitting around the bar. I tried to not pay attention, but I had to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. It seemed like everyone was looking at me...)
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