Bored Wife's Satin Confession: Yesterday's Men & Your Hard on

I'm standing in the parlour, wrapped in a long, glamorous satin robe, looking every inch the Lady of the Manor. I pull you, my husband (yes you watching), into the drawing‑room. I tell you I've been busy last night… with men while you were upstairs. You pretend to be sad, your face shows concern—but I see that hard little bulge showing through your trousers. I lean in, voice soft and teasing: “Here's exactly what I did…” I recount every thrust, every moan, the way my satin robe clung to my body, soaked with my desire. I tell you I'm utterly bored in our marriage and you have two choices: let me carry on or I walk away. Your arousal betrays you as I describe how their cum mingled with mine, how I tasted everything, how you watched. I watch you get harder and I invite you to join me… discreetly… while I continue talking, pulling the satin robe slightly open, letting you imagine what you could do.