She doesn't have a choice.

She grudgingly agrees, realizing that she really doesn’t have a choice. Her previous infidelity has sealed her fate on this matter.

Having set the stage, I quickly prepared all the juicy details for the event. During the past week, I constantly reminded her of what her duties would be. I outlined her exact performance as if I were a director in the play. Every time we discussed it, I could see my wife’s attitude change from disgust to intrigue, to open desire for the event.

We needed some preparations for the event. Specifically, we needed an outfit for my slut-wife to wear. I took her down to the nearby naughty lingerie shop and told her we needed to buy her an outfit.

“We need to find you something to wear for the party. Let’s pick out some outfits and you can model them for me.”

“What,” she exclaimed. “You want me to model the outfits out here in front of everybody?”