The Slutty Submissive Wife ❤️

[Jo****]

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In the dimly lit grandeur of the grand old theater, the velvet curtains remained closed, the anticipation of the opening act palpable. John, a man of commanding presence, sat in the center of the third row, his eyes scanning the program, a smirk playing on his lips. Beside him, Victoria, his wife, squirmed in her seat, her heart pounding in her chest, her thighs rubbing together in anticipation. She was no stranger to John's games, but tonight, the thrill was different, more intense. The theater was packed, the air thick with the hum of excited chatter. As the lights began to dim, signaling the start of the show, John leaned into Victoria, his breath hot on her ear. "Tonight, my dear, we play a new game," he whispered, his voice a low growl. She turned to him, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. He grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and handed her a small, discreet blindfold. "Put it on," he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.
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Victoria complied, her hands trembling slightly as she tied the silk around her eyes. The theater fell silent, the orchestra tuning their instruments, as John's hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. His fingers traced patterns on her arm, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his eyes on her, could feel the heat of his gaze, and it made her squirm in her seat. As the first notes of the symphony filled the air, John's hand moved to her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped, her back arching slightly, her body pressing into his touch. He chuckled softly, his hand moving to her other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
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Victoria bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hands gripping the armrests, her knuckles turning white. John's hand moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her belly, before settling on her thigh. He slipped his hand under her dress, his fingers inching up her thigh, pushing her legs apart. She obeyed, her breath coming in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. His fingers found her panties, wet and sticky with her arousal. He slipped a finger inside, his thumb rubbing against her clit, making her buck against his hand. She bit her lip harder, her body tensing, her orgasm building. But John withdrew his hand, leaving her panting and frustrated. "Not yet, my dear," he whispered, his voice a cruel tease.
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The intermission arrived too soon, the lights flooding the theater, breaking the spell. John removed the blindfold, his eyes meeting Victoria's. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the promise of more to come. As the audience around them rose to stretch their legs, John leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Meet me in the balcony," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Victoria found him in the shadows of the balcony, his body pressed against the wall, his eyes watching her intently. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her eyes locked with his. He reached out, his hand grabbing her wrist, pulling her roughly against him. His lips crashed onto hers, his tongue invading her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lip. His hands moved to her dress, pushing it up, his fingers finding her panties again. He tore them off, the sound of ripping fabric filling the air. His hand moved to her ass, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh, before moving to her pussy, his fingers pushing inside her, fucking her roughly. She moaned into his mouth, her body writhing against his hand.
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John withdrew his fingers, his hand moving to his belt, unbuckling it, unbuttoning his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. He turned Victoria around, pushing her against the wall, her ass in the air. He pushed inside her, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts hard and deep. She moaned, her body pushing back against him, her fingers clawing at the wall. His hand moved to her neck, his fingers wrapping around her throat, squeezing slightly. His other hand moved to her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple, his thumb rubbing against it. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. John's fingers tightened around her neck, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. He bit down on her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her flesh, sending her over the edge. She came, her body convulsing, her pussy contracting around his cock. He followed her, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside her.
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They stood there, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding. The lights dimmed again, signaling the start of the second act. John pulled out of her, his hands steadying her as she turned around. He smiled at her, a soft, tender smile, before leaning in to kiss her gently. "Let's go watch the show," he whispered, taking her hand in his, leading her back to their seats. As they sat down, Victoria could feel the eyes of the audience on them, could feel the heat of their stares. She looked at John, his face impassive, his eyes watching the stage. She knew he could feel it too, the thrill of their secret, the excitement of their game. And she knew, this was just the beginning.
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#Master_Johnny

[cl****]

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[Jo****]

6 hours ago, click_clack_52 said:

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Glad you like the piece of art i wrote.. ❤️