Page 5 of Sharing Her

I undressed and had only a black bra and panties on my body. I stopped for a moment to think if I should change my underwear, too. I thought a different color underneath my black dress would be more appealing than wearing all-black attire. I wanted to be sure of what Kyle would love, so I asked him.

“Are you okay with the underwear?”

Kyle, with his twitching eyes, said, “I have been wondering why you should have any underwear on for a club. Remove the bra; let me see."

I did as Kyle instructed. He stood behind me, cupped my breasts, and twitched the nipples before saying, "These have a marvelous shape. The bra will only inhibit their freedom. No bra."

"Will that not be too revealing? I mean, everyone will see my breasts," I said.

"Everyone can see your breasts, but none can touch them without my consent. Moreover, the light will ensure people don’t see you as much as you had thought,” he said.

I chose not to argue with him over it any further. I wasn't going to have my way, no matter how hard I try. But as I pulled off the bra and put on his preferred black dress, he dropped another bombshell.

“No panties, too. You are clean-shaven, and no one will even notice that you have nothing covering your pussy," Kyle said.

“I have some hair down there. Do you want me to shave it?”

“Are you talking about the hair from your belly button to your knot of pleasure? I love it; leave it the way it is.”

Although I didn’t fancy walking the streets and being in a public space naked, I couldn’t go against my husband’s fashion demands. Reluctantly, I peeled the panties off my body. Again, Kyle touched my vulva and stroked the line of pubic hair to my belly button. After that, he stepped back to admire me.

“Now you are gorgeous and stunningly beautiful,” he complimented me.

I did not share in his assessment of me, so I only smiled and continued to adjust my dress in front of the mirror.

“You will see how you will set eyes rolling at the club. I can’t wait to see you beside me,” he proudly said.

“So, people ogling at me will make you happy, isn’t it?” I asked.

“It is not a bad thing to have a few eyes and smiling faces on you. Is it? It speaks to your beauty, and that makes me happy and proud,” Kyle retorted with a smile that put me off.

The pleasure he talked about was his alone because he wanted to make a spectacle of me and had a voyeuristic satisfaction of it. I had looked forward to the outing because of the sex that would follow when we returned home. Kyle might be extreme with his demands, but I love him naughty in bed.

He had never disappointed me, and today, like many times in the past, I was ready to give him the latitude that he wanted in return for the satisfaction that he promised after that. It was a kind of quid pro quo situation, and I felt I had a bargain. I smiled.

"I am sure you would love it, too," Kyle said after seeing my face glow.

“I will try to,” I said and put on a moderately high pair of shoes to lift my hips a bit.

"Shall we go then?" Kyle asked and arched his left arm, and I tucked my right arm into it.

At the club, Roger welcomed us with an eye-popping smile that was similar to all that I had seen on our way to the place. I tried not to notice his reaction even when Kyle introduced me.

"Hey, Roger! How are you doing? Good to see you, and it's a lovely place you have here," he said before whispering to him that he had told me it was his first time visiting the clubhouse.

Roger laughed and winked and said, “You are welcome to my club. I hope to see you often with, huh …”

“Yes, Andrea,” Kyle said, “This is my beautiful wife.”

Roger stretched his right hand, and as I took it, I felt his gentle, attention-seeking squeeze. “I’m glad to have you here, Andrea.”

"Good to be here too. It's a beautiful place you have here," I complimented, as I pretended not to hear his earlier conversation with my husband.

I thought of telling Kyle that I heard what he told his friend, Roger. But then, with Kyle, I had to think more than twice about everything I had to say. It was an evening that I had vowed to do everything there was for me to do to have my night of bliss. I let the matter pass.

I had my left fingers locked in Kyle’s right hand. I felt safe and protected in his grip as he led me beside Roger to an exclusive table.

“You have this place to yourselves,” Roger said, rubbing his palms and wincing with excitement.

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