SneakyandFreaky

He had even gotten you wrap heels to match, with a pretty pink shimmery wrap going up your leg. He left you a note that your makeup should look expensive. The note also told you that the only words you were allowed was just what was needed to be polite.

He took you to an expensive restaurant, and the reservation was at a table everyone could see. Walking to the table he didn't hide his hand being on your ass. Of course he ordered for you. After he took you to a dance club.

Taking you out on the dance floor he groped you openly. Fingering you as you grinded against his body. Not caring when those closest to you noticed you cumming hard on his fingers. His free hand going to your throat to keep you up.

The date ended with you bent over the hood of his car while he fucked you. Not caring about the crowd watching. The men and women competing for cruel insults to you. But you didn't care. Your husband had spent all night flaunting your body with pride and possiveness. Even going so far as to make you kneel in front of him so he could mark you with his cum.