“That’s a good girl… How does it feel, all these people staring and leering at you?”
wife
Um… It feels… embarrassing, and… um…” (I was ashamed to admit the second part.)
husband
“And what else?” (prompted.)
wife
“...And, um… I’m also… really, really turned on…” (I confessed, flushing as I spoke.)
husband
“Mmm… mhmm. That makes sense. A wanton, lustful girl like you. I bet you’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” ( knowing very well that it was true.)
wife
“Yes… yes, boss,” (I admitted. Glancing around, I got the irrational feeling that all of the people ogling me could suddenly tell just how wet and horny I was.)
husband
“There’s a pool table,” (pointed out, ) “Maybe I should make you play pool with me, so you’ll have to bend over and show everyone that soaked ***** of yours, too. Would you like that?”
wife
“I, um… if it would please you, boss.”
wife
(You rubbed your thumb along my bottom lip.)
husband
“I love it when you’re nothing but eager to please,” ( praised. Leaning forward, kissed her lightly, grazing at her cleavage with his fingertips and peppering her exposed skin with goosebumps.)
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