Last night my wife was out with her coworkers. I knew what that would mean for this morning. Sure enough, she slept two hours later than normal, and woke up with a headache. I was bringing her some Tylenol when she checked her phone and jumped.

"What is it?" I asked, afraid it was an issue at work, or maybe a family emergency.

"Ummmmmmmm," she replied, a little hesitant. This was unlike her and I raised an eyebrow. She sighed.

"I don't know how he got my number, but...it's a guy from the bar," she said. Apparently she expected me to be mad, because her eyes were pleading for mercy. "I swear I didn't do anything, I dunno how this happened."

Instead of being angry, I chuckled it off. "Relax babe, I wasn't worried."

"Okayyyyy," she said, taking a moment to calm down. "Ugh, I hope he doesn't text again. This is awkward."

I took on a devilish grin.

"I think it's kinda hot that he's into you," I said. "Maybe he should text again."

My wife looked at me, confused.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because then you can send him a picture of your boobs."

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Hi! I'm looking for a wife who will put herself out there, but only within the boundaries I set. As the story progresses, those boundaries can get wider, and wider...and wider.

Anyway, I'm a grammar/punctuation kinda guy, and I hope you are too! Availability varies but once the RP gets going I'm a good communicator.

Send me a message (no chats, please) with your ideas!

Kinks: gentle subdom, outfit/hair/makeup control/play, flirting/teasing, mild public sluttiness.

Limits: abuse, noncon, nonconsensual cheating, violence, scat, etc.