fetish about wife past sex , anyone has ?

[PassingBy333]

Originally Posted by FittingPartner

Is she already a hotwife? or still considering?

Still looking for the right guy haha

[joinus]

Originally Posted by PassingBy333

Still looking for the right guy haha

I can help her

[joinus]

Step one: get Ah Di out of the way. Easy.

The rest of the guys had already caught on to his over-eager energy and took care of it themselves—nudging him to the far end of the table without me lifting a finger. That left Thomas seated on my wife's right, and me on her left. Perfect.

The next move? Get her tipsy—but not too far gone. Just enough to loosen the mood. I didn’t have to do much; everyone seemed happy to keep her glass full. I simply sat back, watching, orchestrating, enjoying the little glances and the shifting atmosphere.

As the drinks flowed, her smile softened, her body leaned into mine more naturally. I let my hand slide over her neck and shoulders, fingers working gentle circles. She leaned into the touch, humming faintly under her breath.

A moment later, her bra strap slipped down beneath her sleeve. I gave her a small nudge and a playful whisper.

“Let’s give them a peek.” ��

She smirked and gave me a barely-there nod.

Now, being the fair and playful host, I needed a way to show off the infamous pink flower embroidery—openly, but under the guise of innocent fun.

So I stood and announced a game.

“Alright, new challenge. Everyone drops a peanut down their shirt. The person to their left has to fish it out. Slowest one downs a Long Island and a Flaming Lambo—no exceptions.”

Laughter broke out. A few groans. But everyone played along.

When it came to my wife's turn, the peanut barely made it past the collar of her fitted top—it just rested delicately above her cleavage.

With exaggerated theatrics, I leaned in to help. Slid my fingers past the collar to "retrieve" the peanut, and in doing so, pulled the neckline down just enough to flash that gorgeous black bra with the pink floral embroidery to the left side of the table.



A few eyes widened.

Then, turning gently, I shifted her posture toward the right—doing the same.

Each glance was fleeting, a tease, never crude. She played along beautifully, giggling, blushing, yet not stopping me. It was all in the spirit of fun, a performance we were both clearly in on.

Then came Thomas’s turn.

[Rickey]

Then wat happened ?? ...pls carry on

[want0nmee]

Originally Posted by joinus

Step one: get Ah Di out of the way. Easy.

The rest of the guys had already caught on to his over-eager energy and took care of it themselves—nudging him to the far end of the table without me lifting a finger. That left Thomas seated on my wife's right, and me on her left. Perfect.

The next move? Get her tipsy—but not too far gone. Just enough to loosen the mood. I didn’t have to do much; everyone seemed happy to keep her glass full. I simply sat back, watching, orchestrating, enjoying the little glances and the shifting atmosphere.

As the drinks flowed, her smile softened, her body leaned into mine more naturally. I let my hand slide over her neck and shoulders, fingers working gentle circles. She leaned into the touch, humming faintly under her breath.

A moment later, her bra strap slipped down beneath her sleeve. I gave her a small nudge and a playful whisper.

“Let’s give them a peek.” ��

She smirked and gave me a barely-there nod.

Now, being the fair and playful host, I needed a way to show off the infamous pink flower embroidery—openly, but under the guise of innocent fun.

So I stood and announced a game.

“Alright, new challenge. Everyone drops a peanut down their shirt. The person to their left has to fish it out. Slowest one downs a Long Island and a Flaming Lambo—no exceptions.”

Laughter broke out. A few groans. But everyone played along.

When it came to my wife's turn, the peanut barely made it past the collar of her fitted top—it just rested delicately above her cleavage.

With exaggerated theatrics, I leaned in to help. Slid my fingers past the collar to "retrieve" the peanut, and in doing so, pulled the neckline down just enough to flash that gorgeous black bra with the pink floral embroidery to the left side of the table.



A few eyes widened.

Then, turning gently, I shifted her posture toward the right—doing the same.

Each glance was fleeting, a tease, never crude. She played along beautifully, giggling, blushing, yet not stopping me. It was all in the spirit of fun, a performance we were both clearly in on.

Then came Thomas’s turn.

bro, you stop at the most exciting part