It
had always been a fantasy of Jack’s.
Since long before our wedding, he would sometimes whisper it in my ear
when we were fucking. Sometimes I’d
blithely bring it up over coffee in the morning. I’d ask if he’d really meant
it, and he’d answer with just a coy, unreadable smile. He was like that… tempting and teasing,
testing the boundaries, seeing how far I’d let him take it. And that was how, after five years of happy
marriage, I found myself celebrating my anniversary wearing Jack’s favorite,
gauzy blue babydoll and white thigh-high nylons, standing in front of two
strangers, blushing as they leered hungrily at my body.
