u/Beatrice_DuPont

As we spoke with him he’d consider to have fun with me and one more man, but I want to tease him: I want to be dressed in a classy dress with black lingerie and tights right under it.
I kiss my husband, who wears a suit, and eventually one more guy enters the room. Hubby knew about it, he is prepared, but he is overwhelmed with emotions. He knows that he must free me from the hugs, but his job is not over yet. The second guy looks at me, and I ask my husband to take off my dress and put the leash on me before I leave him watching on the coach.

Then, I get on my knees and come to the guy. I know, right behind me is hubby who’s watching. I love him, I want him, but this evening will be a tease for both of us. I will be commanded as an another guy, used as he pleased, I’ll eventually lose all my lingerie and tights (in case they are still alive).

I want to look right in my hubby’s eyes. Watch his cock which wants to be freed from these formal trousers and in the end I want to come to him, on my knees, naked and with face covered in cum and tell him, that his slut thanks him for that opportunity, and now she is ready to do anything, perform any his fantasy, what he wants to. Probably, if he wants to, he takes me right there.

“So what?” — you’d say. I know, I know, it’s the usual fantasy and a lot of girls dream about it. Two pair of hands, more attention. The difference is simple: I lied to him. Because I was afraid he wouldn’t accept the truth: I want to have sex with him and 3 more men. I want to be dressed in slutty lingerie, stockings, high heels and I want them all to be teared apart during the night. I want my makeup to be totally destroyed. I’m eager to be in the centre of attention and look straight into my husband’s eyes. Can’t stop imagining the picture where I’m handcuffed, tied and used by 4 strong men, how they cover me in cum, spill it around my face and breasts.

The thing is, despite I want to be used like a whore I still want to be a queen of the night: I want these men to obey me, to kiss my feet whenever I want to, to change positions as I want to. And when they treat me like a slut that’s because I want to.

I will never be able (well, I don’t think so) to tell this fantasy to my husband.