Hotwife anklet – Who might it attract?

Hotwife anklet – Who might it attract?

It’s date night, and I’m looking very sexy for you. As I put on the final touches of red lipstick, you kneel at my feet to help me fasten the little buckle on my pretty high-heeled shoe. Giving my foot a squeeze and a kiss, and then slipping it in and securing it. Before moving on to the second shoe, you pause. You’re going to surprise me with the hotwife anklet we’ve been teasing about.

Looking at me, you reach into your pocket. A box. An anklet. With a little smile, you take it out to put on me. I know what kind of anklet this is. It’s hotwife anklet! Holding each other’s gaze, you clasp it into place on my right ankle before situating the second heel and standing to kiss me.

We’ve been toying with this for a while. Getting me a hotwife anklet

But I really didn’t know you were serious. The question is, will this anklet actually attract any men? And if it does, what will happen? You have a wild glint in your eye as you admire and play with the thing. It’s a soft chain that snakes around my ankle, with a tiny gold heart dangling at the clasp.

“I think we should go somewhere more interesting for our date tonight,” You say. Without waiting for my response, you saunter out the door. But not before grabbing a little velvet bag that we keep in a drawer in the entryway. I stop short. Not out of any hesitation, but because I’m so turned on, it physically has me doubling over. I know you’ve got toys in there that will make a night out very interesting indeed! We drive for a bit before you pull over and wrap a silk tie around my eyes. You know I’m wondering where we’re going.  “It’s a surprise,” you say.

As we drive, I hear you rummaging through the toys. I’m stroking my hotwife anklet.

You reached over to hold my hand, only to feel the cold steel of a butt plug in my palm. “Warm it!” You lean over to growl in my ear, and grasp my hand around it and grip tightly for a second before releasing. I do what I’m told and hold the toy tight in my palm, feeling the coolness of it drain. My pussy and ass feel like they are buzzing with electrical pleasure. You pull over again for the process of insertion, though you never take the blindfold off.

I hear you lubing it up. A little drips on my hotwife anklet. Preparing it. But you take your time just to torture me, and this is when you talk to me about the night ahead. About what an insatiable little slut we both know I am. The more you slowly push that plug into me, the more overtly you shame me for what I want. But I know by your ragged breathing that you are hard as a rock about it.

We’re going to a house party

They’ll know what my hotwife anklet means. And there will be men there to choose from. Tonight is the night we take this from a fantasy to the real deal. (Nothing vanilla like the Halloween party last week. Sneaking off to have witchy sex in the closet.)  We’ll scope out the scene together, and then I’ll pull out my feminine wiles and reel him in. We’ll take him home, and I’ll show him what a submissive slutty good-girl I can be. The only way to be for a man as well endowed as the one we’re going to find tonight. Huh, honey? My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

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