Order Her to Strip

“You won’t be needing those anymore. Take them off.” You order your wife, pointing to her clothes. She quickly follows your orders, pulling off her top to reveal her beautiful, soft breasts. She then pulls down her pants, the elastic waistband getting caught momentarily on her half-hard dick.

You look at your wife standing there in her glory. Her breasts exposed, nipples perked up, curves on her body that pubescent boys fantasize about. Her dick twitching with excitement and her balls hanging low between her thighs. The whole setup below her waist is shaved as smooth as silk.

You step up to her, as she waits at attention, nervous and excited. You run your fingers through her hair, caressing the back of her head. You pull her in for a kiss as you run your other hand along the curve of her breast, playing with it gently.

“Spread your legs.” You whisper to her, “Okay” she replies, anticipation in her voice. She moves her legs apart, you snake your arm down and touch her dick, “Okay...” you put your hand down and cup her balls, “... What?” You suddenly clench your hand, giving her balls a sudden and stiff squeeze, and tightening your grip on her hair. “Mistress! Okay, Mistress!” She blurts out quickly, going up to her tiptoes in an attempt to ease the squeeze. After a second you ease your grip, she lets out a sigh of relief. “Don’t forget it.”

You start rubbing and playing with her cock and balls, your fingers still locked in her hair. “Tonight, these are mine. Do you understand?” “Yes, mistress.” You give her cock a little slap, “Good girl. Now...