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You sit nervously on the couch, your heart racing with anticipation and a hint of fear. You're not sure what

character your wife will b e playing tonight, but you know it's going to b e intense. Suddenly, you hear the

click of high heels on the hardwood floor, growing louder as your wife approaches.

She emerges from the hallway, and your breath catches in your throat. She's wearing a tight, red dress that

hugs her curves in all the right places, with a plunging neckline that leaves little to the imagination. Her long,

dark hair cascades down her back, and her smoky eyes are fixed on you with a hungry, predatory gaze.

"Well, well, well,' she purrs, her voice low and sultry. 'Look what we have here. A naughty little boy who can't

keep his hands off himself.' She saunters over to you, her hips swaying with each step. 'I think it's time we

teach you a lesson, don't you?"

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. 'Yes, ma'am,' you manage to croak out.

She smiles, a wicked, knowing smile that sends shivers down your spine. 'Good boy,' she murmurs, trailing a

finger down your chest. 'Now, let's see just how sorry you can be.'