Saturday Sarah woke up around 11 AM, her body still warm and lazy from sleep. She stretched, the blanket sliding off her as she sat up, revealing her incredibly short pajama bottoms that hugged her curves perfectly. The light blue fabric had a delicate lace trim that added a sexy touch, and her old university t-shirt was worn and soft, clinging to her body in all the right places. The neckline was stretched out, showing off her smooth shoulder and a hint of collarbone.
She ran a hand through her messy bedhead, her dark hair tousled and wild. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and she yawned as she swung her legs out of bed, her feet touching the soft carpet. She padded to the kitchen, her hips swaying gently with each step, the short bottoms riding up to reveal even more of her toned thighs.
In the kitchen, she made herself a strong cup of coffee, her movements slow and sensual. She filled the kettle, the sound of water filling the quiet room. As she scooped the coffee grounds into the French press, the rich aroma filled the air, making her sigh softly in anticipation. She leaned against the counter, her hips pressing against the edge, her eyes closed as she waited for the kettle to boil.
Once the coffee was ready, she poured herself a large mug, the steam rising and curling around her face. She took a sip, her eyes fluttering closed as the strong, bitter taste hit her tongue. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, her shoulders relaxing as the caffeine kicked in.
With her mug in hand, she made her way to the living room, where John was watching soccer on the couch. Her steps were quiet and graceful, her body moving with a natural sexiness that she seemed unaware of. As she entered the room, John looked up, his eyes taking in her disheveled and incredibly hot appearance.
Sarah’s expression was soft and sleepy, her eyes still a bit puffy from the night before. Her lips were slightly chapped, and she licked them absently as she took another sip of her coffee. She curled up on the couch next to John, tucking her feet underneath her, her knees pressing against his thigh.
She didn’t say much at first, still lost in her own thoughts and the haze of sleep. But her presence filled the room, her subtle movements and soft breaths creating a comforting and incredibly sexy atmosphere.
John, sitting right beside Sarah on the couch, remained silent. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but the only subject that seemed to dominate his consciousness was her date with Chris last night. It was the last thing he wanted to talk about, especially now that Chris would be out of town for a month, and they likely wouldn’t see each other again anytime soon.
Finally, Sarah broke the silence, her voice soft and casual. “Hey, what do you think about going to lunch at the mall today? Maybe we could catch a movie later too,” she suggested, taking another sip of her coffee. She shifted slightly, her knees pressing more firmly against his thigh, sending a small jolt of electricity through him.
John looked at her, trying to keep his expression neutral. “Sure, that sounds good,” he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.
Sarah smiled, her eyes brightening with excitement. “Great! There’s a new restaurant that just opened up, and it looks absolutely delicious. I’ve been dying to try it,” she said, her enthusiasm infectious.
John nodded, trying to focus on the present and push aside the thoughts of Chris and last night. “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. We can make a day of it,” he agreed, forcing a smile.
Sarah beamed at him, her face lighting up with genuine happiness. “Awesome! Let’s get ready and head out then,” she said, setting her mug down on the coffee table and standing up.
John watched as she stretched, her t-shirt riding up to reveal a glimpse of her smooth, toned stomach. He felt a surge of desire, mixed with a lingering sense of unease. But for now, he was determined to enjoy the day with Sarah, to focus on their time together, and to push aside the doubts and fears that still nagged at him.
He stood up, following her lead. “Alright, I’ll go get dressed,” he said, heading towards the bedroom. John couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe this was a chance for them to reconnect, to reignite the spark that had been missing lately. Maybe things could go back to the way they were before, and they could move forward together.
Sarah began to get ready for her trip to the mall, taking her time to enjoy the process. She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room as she undressed. She spent a long time under the hot water, scrubbing away any remnants of the previous night.
As she showered, she felt a sense of renewal, a fresh start. She adopted a different posture, standing taller and more confident, letting the water cascade over her body. She emerged from the shower feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on the day.
Wrapping a towel around herself, she left the bathroom and made her way to her closet. She browsed through her clothes, looking for something that would make her feel sexy and beautiful. Her eyes landed on a white tube dress with a plunging neckline, the kind of dress that girls wear to nightclubs. It was perfect for what she had in mind today.
She slipped into the dress, shimmying it down over her curves. The fabric hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating her assets and making her feel like a million bucks. The neckline was low, showing off her ample cleavage, and the hemline was short, revealing her toned legs. She completed the look with a pair of strappy heels that made her feel even more confident and sexy.
Sarah admired herself in the mirror, turning this way and that to get a good look at her outfit. She felt a thrill of excitement at how good she looked, and she couldn’t wait to show herself off. With a final touch of lip gloss and a spritz of perfume, she was ready to go. She grabbed her purse and headed out to the living room, where John was waiting for her.
John looked at Sarah, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in her outfit. While she looked absolutely amazing, he couldn’t help but think that the white tube dress with its plunging neckline was a little too much for a trip to the mall. His face must have shown his thoughts because Sarah noticed his expression immediately.
“Is something wrong, honey?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head to the side. “You don’t like the outfit?”
John hesitated for a moment, his gaze flicking over her body before he met her eyes. “No, it’s perfect,” he said, his voice submissive. “I see no problem with it.”
Sarah’s face broke into a victorious smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She could see that John was one step closer to accepting her decisions without question, to obeying her without resistance. It was exactly what she wanted.
“Good,” Sarah purred, walking over to him and running her fingers down his chest. “Because I like it, and that’s all that matters.”
John couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down his spine at the sound of Sarah’s voice. It was like she had some kind of power over him, making him do and say things he never would have before they had met.
She turned around, grabbed her purse, and headed towards the door. John followed behind her, his eyes lingering on her curves, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
As they made their way to the mall, Sarah linked her arm through John’s, her body pressing against his as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You know, honey, I think I’m in a great mood today.” Her voice was sultry and commanding, sending a shiver down John’s spine.
John looked at her nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. ” That’s the deal: I’ll be in charge of everything we do today—what we eat, where we shop, how long we stay. You just have to follow my lead. Understand?”
John hesitated for a moment, feeling a knot form in his stomach at the idea of giving up control. But he also felt an involuntary thrill of excitement, his cock stirring in his pants as he surrendered to Sarah’s dominance. “O-okay,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Sarah chuckled, giving his arm a playful squeeze. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Now, let me have some fun.”
As they entered the mall, Sarah strutted confidently, her high heels clicking against the polished floors. Her white tube dress clung to her curves, accentuating her ample cleavage and toned legs. She could feel the stares of other shoppers, their eyes lingering on her body, and it made her feel powerful and sexy.
John walked beside her, his eyes darting around nervously as he tried to keep up with Sarah’s confident stride. He could see the admiration and desire in the eyes of other men as they passed by, and it made him feel both proud and intimidated.
Sarah led them to an upscale restaurant, her eyes scanning the menu outside before she turned to John. “That’s the place!” she said, her voice oozing with confidence. “It’s exclusive and high-end, just like us, right?.”
John nodded, his eyes wide with uncertainty as Sarah took his hand and led him inside. As they sat down at the table, Sarah took a quick glance around, assessing the other diners before opening up the menu. John started to reach for his menu, but Sarah quickly snatched it away from him.
“Let’s see what we gonna eat,” she said, her voice firm and commanding. John looked nervous, but he didn’t dare argue with her.
When the waiter arrived, Sarah smiled at him, her eyes locked onto his as she ran her hand through her hair in a flirtatious gesture. “We’ll have a bottle of your best red wine,” she said, her voice sultry and seductive. “And for me, I’ll have the rib-eye steak, medium-rare, with a side of truffle fries.”
The waiter nodded, writing down her order before turning to John. “And for you, sir?” he asked politely.
Sarah interrupted before John could speak. “He’ll have the mixed greens salad with a vinaigrette dressing and a glass of the house rosé,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she smiled at the waiter.
John looked down at the table, feeling emasculated and embarrassed by Sarah’s behavior. He couldn’t believe that she was ordering for him, and worse yet, ordering a girly salad with a pink wine.
The waiter scribbled down the order, trying not to stare at Sarah for too long. “Excellent choice, madam. Will that be all for now?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you,” Sarah replied, a satisfied smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She could see the look of embarrassment and submission on John’s face, and it thrilled her to no end.
As the waiter left to put in their order, Sarah turned to John, her voice low and sultry. “See how easy it is to let me take control? You should learn to relax and let me make the decisions for us.”
While they waited for their order, Sarah looked over at their waiter, a young man with tousled hair and a charming smile. She leaned in and whispered to John, “Isn’t he just adorable?”
John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not sure how to respond. He didn’t like where this was going, but he knew better than to voice his displeasure. “Uh, I guess so,” he mumbled.
Sarah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Tell me, John,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “Who do you think is cuter, you or our waiter here?”
John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Um, I don’t know, Sarah. He’s young, I guess the girls must think he’s pretty good-looking,” he stammered, his face turning red.
Sarah’s smile widened, enjoying the power she had over John. “Oh, I see how it is. You like him better than me, don’t you?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.
But she wasn’t finished with her game yet. “Okay, one more question,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Who do you think has a bigger dick, you or him?”
John’s face turned bright red as he stammered out a response. “C’mon, Sarah. That’s a really shitty question,” he protested weakly.
Sarah just laughed, enjoying the power she had over John. She could see the desire and fear in his eyes, and it thrilled her to know that she could make him squirm like this. “Don’t worry, baby,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair. “You’re not that small actually. But I don’t know… maybe he fucks better than you, who knows?”
John swallowed hard, feeling a mix of humiliation and arousal as he imagined Sarah with the handsome young waiter. Sarah noticed John’s discomfort and whispered in his ear, “Relax, baby, I promise I won’t fuck him, okay? ” She gave him a seductive smile and kissed his cheek, making a sound when the lips touched his skin.
After 10 more minutes, their food arrived, and Sarah’s attention turned to her meal. But John couldn’t shake the feeling of being under her control, and he knew that the rest of their day at the mall was probably going to be full of surprises.
As they finished their meals, Sarah watched John eat his colorful salad and drink his pink wine with a smile of satisfaction. She knew that she had successfully asserted her control over him more than ever.
When the waiter came to their table with the bill, Sarah made a show of checking it and then handed it to John. “Why don’t you take care of this, darling?” she said sweetly. “I’m feeling a little lazy today.”
John nodded and reached for his wallet, but Sarah stopped him. “And don’t forget to give the cute waiter a generous tip,” she added, her voice laced with amusement.
After leaving the restaurant, Sarah and John casually strolled through the massive mall, taking their time and enjoying the relaxed pace. Despite the calm atmosphere, there was an underlying tension between them, a simmering heat that they both tried to ignore.
As they wandered through the crowded hallways, Sarah glanced at John with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “So, how was that salad, honey?” she asked, her voice dripping with fake innocence.
John was taken aback by her sudden question, but he quickly plastered on a polite smile. “Oh, it was great, Sarah. Thanks for ordering it for me,” he replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. But deep down, he felt a spark of annoyance, a reminder of how Sarah was calling the shots.
Sarah didn’t miss a beat, her voice laced with provocation. “And the rosé? Did you like that too?” she pressed, a smirk playing on her lips.
John sighed softly, his tone tinged with resignation. “Yeah, it was fine,” he muttered, his growing irritation seeping through. He couldn’t figure out why Sarah was asking these pointless questions, but he sensed there was more to it than met the eye.
Sarah reveled in his discomfort, her knowing smile growing wider. She took a moment to enjoy the subtle frustration etched on John’s face, savoring the power she held over him.
As they continued to walk through the bustling mall, the air crackled with an underlying tension, a palpable energy that thrilled Sarah to her core. She glanced at John, a sly smile on her lips.
“You know, John,” Sarah purred, her voice laced with satisfaction, “I have to hand it to you. You were so obedient back there at the restaurant. It’s nice to see you doing exactly what I tell you to.”
“You have such potential, baby” Sarah continues, her voice dripping with an authority that sends a shiver down John’s spine. “You’ve shown me just how capable you are of meeting my expectations. I have big plans for us, John.”
John’s heart skips a beat at her words. Sarah leans in closer, her voice a seductive whisper that only he can hear. “I want you to remember this feeling, John,” she murmurs, her words laced with a heady mix of dominance and affection. “Remember the satisfaction it brings you to please me, and we shall explore new depths of pleasure together.”
A flush of arousal spreads through John’s veins, his body responding to her words with anticipation and trepidation. Sarah’s eyes gleam with a wicked spark as she continues, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And let me tell you, that salad and rosé were just the beginning. I have so much more in store for you, my little pet.”
John swallows hard, feeling a mix of humiliation and excitement. “Yes, Sarah,” he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah chuckles, her voice laced with cruel amusement. “Good boy. Now, let’s go shopping. I need some new lingerie, and you’re going to help me pick it out. And who knows, maybe I’ll let you watch me try it on.”
John’s eyes widen in surprise, but he knows better than to argue. “Of course, Sarah. Whatever you want,” he replies, his voice filled with resignation.
Sarah and John strolled through the crowded mall, their footsteps blending in with the hum of shoppers. Sarah was in a playful mood, her eyes sparkling with mischief. As they walked past a group of teenagers, her gaze zeroed in on a particularly hot guy.
Her eyes, full of flirtation, met his, and a sly smile spread across her lips. The guy, not one to back down from a challenge, smirked and said, “Damn, girl, that ass could stop a fucking war.”
Sarah burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the mall. John caught off guard and feeling a twinge of jealousy, watched silently as Sarah soaked up the attention from the stranger. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and insecurity.
Still laughing, Sarah turned to John, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Did you hear that, babe?” she teased, her voice an amusement. “Even strangers can see how hot I am. Isn’t that awesome?”
John, with a hint of concern and defiance in his voice, dared to question Sarah’s flirty behavior. He tried to keep his tone polite and measured, carefully navigating the tricky waters of their relationship.
“Sarah,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “do you really think it’s necessary to flirt with other guys? I mean, that guy was barely a teenager, and he felt like he could say whatever he wanted about you, even with me right there. And the worst part is…”
Sarah’s expression changed instantly, her face twisting into annoyance and displeasure. The playful and relaxed vibe she had been giving off disappeared, replaced by a darker, more intimidating aura. She locked her eyes onto John’s, her gaze piercing through him, demanding his full attention.
The air around them crackled with tension as Sarah cut off John’s weak protest. Her voice sliced through the atmosphere, her words dripping with authority.
“Apologize!,” she snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument or hesitation. The demand hung in the air, a clear sign of her dominance. Sarah’s eyes bored into John’s, waiting for him to comply.
John felt the weight of Sarah’s expectations crushing him, making him feel small and powerless. His voice shook as he tried to find the right words to make her happy. “I’m… I’m sorry, Sarah. I didn’t mean to piss you off,” he stammered his apology barely a whisper. He couldn’t even look her in the eye, feeling the weight of his submission pressing down on him.
Sarah’s smile grew wider, a wicked gleam in her eyes as John gave in to her command. But she wasn’t done yet; she had one more demand to make sure he knew who was in charge.
“Since you’ve apologized, John,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “there’s one more thing you need to do to prove your loyalty. Go talk to that hot guy who checked out my ass. Make friends with him, be nice, and show him how cool and open-minded we are. Got it?”
John’s eyes widened in disbelief and fear, realizing just how far Sarah was willing to go to assert her dominance. The thought of talking to the guy who had openly hit on his wife filled him with a mix of anger, jealousy, and humiliation.
Reluctantly, he nodded, his voice filled with resignation. “Seriously, Sarah? You know what? Fine! If this is what you want, I’ll do it, but I have no idea what’s gonna happen. Just be aware of that.” he muttered, feeling crushed under the weight of her demands.
Sarah laughed, her voice filled with a dark amusement. “Perfect, my little hubby!” she taunted, enjoying the power she held over him. “Bring him to me once you’ve made our new ‘friend.'”
John took a deep breath, trying to summon every bit of courage he had as he approached the young guy who had checked out Sarah’s ass. His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweaty with anxiety, but he tried to act cool and understanding, just like Sarah commanded.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” John started, his voice strained with forced casualness. “I saw you noticed my wife back there. She’s pretty captivating, right?”
The young guy smirked, clearly sensing John’s vulnerability and ready to exploit it. “Yeah, dude, she’s definitely something,” he replied, his tone dripping with condescension. “So, what’s the deal with you and her? How does a guy like you end up with a woman like that?”
John’s insecurities bubbled up, and he stumbled over his words, trying desperately to keep his cool. “Well, we have an… unconventional dynamic, I guess,” he stammered. “She’s the one who wears the pants, you know? I’m just… trying to be supportive.” As soon as the words left his mouth, John couldn’t believe he just said that, almost sabotaging himself.
The young guy chuckled, a cruel edge to his laughter. “Supportive, huh? That’s one way to put it,” he sneered, leaning in closer. “Tell me, do you enjoy being her little lapdog? Or do you just have a thing for being emasculated?”
John’s face turned red with humiliation, the truth of the young guy’s words hitting him hard. He tried to defend himself, but his words faltered and fell flat.
“Look, I get that you find my wife attractive. I mean, she’s gorgeous, no doubt about that,” John said, trying to sound confident. “But there’s more to her than just her looks. She’s smart, funny, and caring. She’s the love of my life, and I’m proud to be by her side.”
The young guy smirked, unimpressed by John’s attempt at justification. “Sure, dude, I’m sure she’s got other qualities too,” he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm. “But you can’t deny she’s got a killer ass. I mean, it’s like a work of art.”
John’s face flushed with frustration, but he tried to keep the conversation friendly, not wanting to make things worse. “Look, man, I appreciate the compliment, but it’s not cool to objectify my wife like that. She’s a person, you know?”
The young guy leaned back, his expression smug and his tone mocking. “Yeah, yeah, she’s a person, I get it,” he scoffed. “But let’s be real here. Can’t blame a guy for appreciating what he sees.”
John’s jaw tightened, and his attempts at being friendly started to wear thin. He tried to keep his cool, not wanting to give the young guy the satisfaction of seeing him react. “Listen, I’m not here to compete or anything. I’m just trying to be friendly, man. We don’t need to talk about my wife’s body.”
The young guy grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying John’s discomfort. “Oh, come on, dude, don’t be so uptight,” he quipped. “I’m just curious. Does she always have this effect on people? Or is it just me?”
John gritted his teeth, realizing that trying to redirect the conversation was pointless. The young guy’s language became more casual, his tone bordering on crude. It was clear that the boundaries of respect had been broken, replaced with a vulgar curiosity that fed into John’s sense of powerlessness.
The young guy, sensing the vulnerability and confusion in John’s eyes, paused for a moment. His mocking grin softened into a look of curiosity as if genuinely intrigued by John’s intentions.
“Alright, man,” he said, his tone shifting from taunting to more contemplative. “I see you’re trying to keep things friendly here, but I can’t help but wonder… What is it that you really want? What are you hoping to achieve by engaging with me?”
“Well, you see,” John started, his voice slightly strained. “My wife, Sarah, she’s… um… she’s interested in getting to know you better. Just a friendly chat, you know?”
The young guy’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of confusion and intrigue crossing his face. “Seriously? That hot chick wants to talk to me?”
John stammered, searching for an explanation that wouldn’t reveal the true depths of Sarah’s intentions. “Well, she… she finds you interesting. She thinks it would be fun to have a conversation with you. She enjoys meeting new people, you know?”
The young guy’s expression shifted, a glimmer of realization dawning upon him. He smirked, the corners of his lips curling mischievously. “Interesting, huh? Well, who am I to deny your wife’s hot ass a little chat? Lead the way, my friend.”
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