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“Do you like the feeling?” I asked as though I didn’t hear him.

"I fucking love it," he said, and before he could take a deep breath, I did it again and sent him on his back on the bed.

I kissed him passionately. This was me in my most vulnerable state. Kyle was my sweetest addiction. Despite all that he did to me, I loved him and his body. I wanted to reassure him that there was no other woman for him and no other man for me, no matter the temptation.

When I paused with the kiss, I looked straight into his eyes and vowed, “I will always love you.”

Kyle responded with a gentle rub on my back that tickled me. I stood over him and said, “Do you want a fuck?”

“When we return from the club. I want it to be the last thing on my mind so I can fuck and dominate you even in my dream,” he responded.

“I see what you mean,” I said and stepped back to his penis and circled my right thumb and forefinger around his dick and jerked him until he spilled his seed on my hand.

Then, I stood down and said, “See you after clubbing,” with my finger in my panties but resting on my vulva.

“I can’t wait,” he responded.

I smiled and left him for the bathroom. But I wondered why he wanted to fuck me after we had gone clubbing when we could have sex now and still have it later in the evening. I couldn’t ask him lest he got offended again. I was horny and wouldn’t mind having him as many times as I could in a day.

Time ticked slowly as I set my mind on clubbing and then a good fuck at night alone with my husband. I wanted to show him another sweet side to my lovemaking such that he would forget whatever Garth did to me. I could feel Kyle's excitement for the evening, and I looked forward to both of us connecting at a deeper level.

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Chapter Three

Kyle squared his face on my body from head to toe before his eyes briefly rested on my chest. He looked at my breasts, and then his attention moved to my midriff. I followed his eye movements, and when he twitched his face, I knew something was amiss with my dress.

“Is that what you are wearing to the club?” he asked.

I examined myself before I responded, “Yes. Don’t you like it? It accentuates my shape,” touching my hip to the medium-sized mounds of flesh behind me.

I had stood in front of the mirror to examine my dress and found nothing wrong with it. I expected Kyle to compliment me for it because it showed my underwear, which was something he loved.

“It’s not good enough for me,” Kyle quietly said.

His comment dampened my spirit, and I looked at myself again, wondering what was wrong with it. But before I concluded what it was or asked why it wasn't good enough, Kyle cleared my doubts.

"It is not revealing enough. I want something that will make eyes roll and tongues wag at the club," he said.

"This is one of my most revealing dresses. It is not just a see-through dress, but it is above the knees. I thought you would like it," I said.

Kyle must have noticed my frustration because he reminded me that I was obligated to obey him without complaints.

"You should be proud of being my sub. I give you the best treatment that you can ever imagine. It is such a long time since I saw Roger, and if he is seeing my wife today, he should see the best of her,” he said.

“What do you want?” I asked without making us argue over my appearance.

“I want you steaming hot at the club. You are, by no means, the most beautiful woman I know, but you can take it up a notch with the appropriate dress for the right occasion,” Kyle paused and had a smile dancing on his face to calm the tense situation.

Then, he added, "Red is not the color for you. I know you have a thing for brightness, but you underrate black. You can never go wrong in a black dress."

“Are you suggesting that I change this dress?” I asked, genuinely wondering why a perfect, short, red gown for an evening outing at the club wasn’t good enough for my husband.

“I am not suggesting that you change the dress. I am asking you to change it and put on something better, something more revealing and appealing. I want to see you in a short, shiny black dress. You have one, don't you?" he said.

“I do,” I responded and stepped aside to undress.

"Be fast about it; we are running late," he said while his full attention was on me.

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