Option: Totally Slutty

When she first foisted the choice on you, it was paralyzing. But, as the full weight of your power dawned on you, so did a radical idea. Rather than just pick a regular sexy outfit for her…you could pick whatever you wanted. Even something far, far more revealing then she’d pick on her own. You could make her look like sex on two legs.

That way, there could be no confusion about her intentions. She was there to fuck him.

Kaori looked on curiously as you laid out the shopping bags from your mall trip on your bed. But, that look turned to something between awe and horror as you pulled out a pink latex microskirt and a crop top that could be mistaken for a bra.

That wasn’t even the most audacious part. She nearly fainted when you pulled out a string-like thong for her to wear too. When you were done, she reached out with shaking hands and picked up the bundle of clothing. {if Male = true}

You wanted her to come in an outfit fit only for fucking. If he saw her slutted up that way, he would never resist the desire to bend her over. Sure, she looked trashy. Any woman dressed that way was screaming to the world that she was available, legs spread. That she was the kind of woman who you could take behind a dumpster and use however you wanted. Your cuck side went wild, the more you imagined what was in store for her.{endif}{if Female = true}

This was your best approximation of what a man might want a woman to dress like. Truthfully, you’d always preferred her looking sweet and cute. But, men were men and women were women. They just saw women as something to fuck, so you obliged him by dolling your wife up as something to fuck. You were making her into nothing but a morsel for him…and the thought made you want to squirm.{endif}

You asked her what she thought of it all, but she was still too shell shocked to even reply. The way her eyes bulged when she stared at the slutty ensemble made her thoughts easy to guess. . When she finally spoke, it was in a hushed whisper.

“Oh my god. Darling. Oh my god. Mph. There’s no way. I couldn’t go out dressed in these. If I did, I’d look like I was a…a…you know…”

The word she was implying, but refusing to say, was “whore”. And it was true. There was no sort of woman sexually available then a cheap prostitute. The way they dressed screamed “you can have me whenever you want”. So, for her date, you’d picked the sort of skimpy slutwear that you might find common in a Bangkok alleyway.