(Closed thread for JB Doyle and little_golden)
Priscilla Baron is a proper wife. She dresses well. She is devoted to her husband. She pampers herself in the best style shops in order to look good for her husband. And she associates with the modest and conservative women of the Junior League. Prissy is a sort of princess with the country club set and a model for the somewhat well-to-do married woman.
Prissy is 28, of medium height with a trim, if somewhat buxom build. Her radiant red hair is contrasted by her pale skin. She is always well put together, with manicured nails on her fingers and toes and hair that is exquisitely styled. All in all, Prissy is a strikingly beautiful woman.
Prissy had a Southern upbringing and was always taught to act like a lady. She never descends into naughty conversations and she disapproves of the off-color jokes some of her friends tell. She is easily offended by such vulgarity and remains, as always, above such low class behavior.
Prissy is not the most intellectual person in the room, however. Her world revolves around status, shopping, wearing the right clothes, using the right fork, making the right impression. She has succeeded in life because she DID have the good sense to marry well. Priscilla is deeply in love with her husband.
Maxx Baron is a successful financier who stuck it rich in the bond market. He is a shrewd trader and has made enough smart moves that he is, at the age of 33, financially well off. He and his wife are the stereotypical example of the nouveau ruche who live in a large stucco and slate-roofed home in one of Miami's gated communities.
Maxx, unlike his wife, enjoys the lewd give-and-take with his friends, particularly on the golf course where nothing is off limits. As one of the boys, Maxx also joins in when an attractive woman is around. Maxx and his friends regale themselves with wild sexual fantasies about any hot chick they encounter. Their wives would kill them if they ever heard their locker room banter. All except Maxx's wife, however.
Maxx, of course, is well aware of his wife's naivete and innocence in the ways of the seedier side of life all around her. He loves her for it. And, since she is great eye candy, he is proud of the impression she makes on his colleagues. Despite her sexy figure and her beautiful appearance, Prissy is very demure, rarely wearing anything that displays her many charms.
Despite their somewhat normal and predictable life in public, Maxx and Priscilla have a wild time in private. Prissy, who Maxx sometimes calls his wife "Pussy" as a term of endearment in the bedroom, is an animal in bed. She and Maxx have a very active sex life, exploring each other in many imaginative ways, including some very kinky ones. The Junior League women would be scandalized if they knew what their friend was up to behind closed doors.
Maxx has decided to up the ante in he and his wife's relationship. He has a strong dominant streak, which makes Prissy's strong submissive nature a perfect match. Maxx wants his wife be a little more exotic for him. He wants to see her tart it up, wearing skimpier and more revealing clothes. For Maxx, it's not enough to see his sexy wife in the privacy of their bedroom. He wants his prim wife to exhibit herself more in public.
Maxx knows Prissy will be reluctant to take their kinky games out of the bedroom. He also knows she ultimately will submit to his desires. Yes, she will reluctantly agree, knowing she will be embarrassed, even humiliated, at dressing like a tramp for Maxx. But Maxx knows Prissy well enough to realize she also will be turned on by being forced to accede to his wishes.
In fact, just thinking about the events to come has turned the heat up on their sex life.
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"My god, you're hot, Pussy," Maxx said to his wife as they lay in bed cooling down from a steamy sex session on a Saturday afternoon. "I can't get enough of you. I want more."
Prissy rose from the bed and paraded across the room to grab a short silk robe. She started to put it on when Maxx spoke.
"Don't cover yourself up baby," Maxx said. "I want to look at your exquisite body. You hide your body far too much for my taste."
Prissy smiled and slowly tossed the robe over a chair. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat which accentuated every curve. Her nipples still were hard, their taut pinkness contrasting with her porcelain white skin. Prissy's deep red hair was tousled, with several strands hanging sexily in her face. Prissy definitely looked as if she had just been fucked.
"You're beautiful, Pris," Maxx said. "I don't know why you won't let your hair down a bit and dress more daringly when we go out."
Maxx listened as his wife expressed her objections to to wearing sexier clothes. She said she would be embarrassed and was concerned about shattering her conservative image in their social world. Prissy said being a tease in the bedroom was enough for her.
"Well, you know what? It's not enough for me," Maxx said. "We're going to change things right now. Go get dressed. We're going shopping."
Prissy stared at her husband for a time, not sure exactly what he was suggesting, but finally retreated into the bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed. When she finished, she met her husband in the kitchen. He was dressed and ready to go. Prissy wore a pair of cuffed slacks with sensible flats on her feet, She had on a long-sleeved white silk shirt that featured a high collar. Maxx looked to his wife and at her attire.
"See that's just what I mean, Pris," Maxx said. "My mother wears clothes like that. I would hope my wife would dress a little more provacatively. Now take that shirt off."
Prissy opened her mouth in surprise, but then acquiesced to her husband's request. She unbuttoned the soft silk shirt and laid it on the sofa. Her breasts were covered by a white bra. Maxx walked to his wife and circled around her, and unclsaped the bra, releasing Prissy's fleshy breasts.
"Now put the shirt back on, Pris," Maxx said.
Prissy was uncomfortable about the prospect of going shopping without wearing a bra, but she pulled the shirt over her arms and started to button it up. Maxx stopped her briefly as he reached inside the shirt, fingered her nipples and pinched them roughly. His actions had the desired effect as Prissy's nipples grew into hard little knobs. When she finished buttoning her shirt and tucking it in, Prissy presented herself to Maxx. Not only were the outlines of her breasts clearly evident, her nipples were poking sexily into the thin material.
"There, that's better," Maxx said. "C'mon baby, it's time to go."
Priscilla Baron is a proper wife. She dresses well. She is devoted to her husband. She pampers herself in the best style shops in order to look good for her husband. And she associates with the modest and conservative women of the Junior League. Prissy is a sort of princess with the country club set and a model for the somewhat well-to-do married woman.
Prissy is 28, of medium height with a trim, if somewhat buxom build. Her radiant red hair is contrasted by her pale skin. She is always well put together, with manicured nails on her fingers and toes and hair that is exquisitely styled. All in all, Prissy is a strikingly beautiful woman.
Prissy had a Southern upbringing and was always taught to act like a lady. She never descends into naughty conversations and she disapproves of the off-color jokes some of her friends tell. She is easily offended by such vulgarity and remains, as always, above such low class behavior.
Prissy is not the most intellectual person in the room, however. Her world revolves around status, shopping, wearing the right clothes, using the right fork, making the right impression. She has succeeded in life because she DID have the good sense to marry well. Priscilla is deeply in love with her husband.
Maxx Baron is a successful financier who stuck it rich in the bond market. He is a shrewd trader and has made enough smart moves that he is, at the age of 33, financially well off. He and his wife are the stereotypical example of the nouveau ruche who live in a large stucco and slate-roofed home in one of Miami's gated communities.
Maxx, unlike his wife, enjoys the lewd give-and-take with his friends, particularly on the golf course where nothing is off limits. As one of the boys, Maxx also joins in when an attractive woman is around. Maxx and his friends regale themselves with wild sexual fantasies about any hot chick they encounter. Their wives would kill them if they ever heard their locker room banter. All except Maxx's wife, however.
Maxx, of course, is well aware of his wife's naivete and innocence in the ways of the seedier side of life all around her. He loves her for it. And, since she is great eye candy, he is proud of the impression she makes on his colleagues. Despite her sexy figure and her beautiful appearance, Prissy is very demure, rarely wearing anything that displays her many charms.
Despite their somewhat normal and predictable life in public, Maxx and Priscilla have a wild time in private. Prissy, who Maxx sometimes calls his wife "Pussy" as a term of endearment in the bedroom, is an animal in bed. She and Maxx have a very active sex life, exploring each other in many imaginative ways, including some very kinky ones. The Junior League women would be scandalized if they knew what their friend was up to behind closed doors.
Maxx has decided to up the ante in he and his wife's relationship. He has a strong dominant streak, which makes Prissy's strong submissive nature a perfect match. Maxx wants his wife be a little more exotic for him. He wants to see her tart it up, wearing skimpier and more revealing clothes. For Maxx, it's not enough to see his sexy wife in the privacy of their bedroom. He wants his prim wife to exhibit herself more in public.
Maxx knows Prissy will be reluctant to take their kinky games out of the bedroom. He also knows she ultimately will submit to his desires. Yes, she will reluctantly agree, knowing she will be embarrassed, even humiliated, at dressing like a tramp for Maxx. But Maxx knows Prissy well enough to realize she also will be turned on by being forced to accede to his wishes.
In fact, just thinking about the events to come has turned the heat up on their sex life.
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"My god, you're hot, Pussy," Maxx said to his wife as they lay in bed cooling down from a steamy sex session on a Saturday afternoon. "I can't get enough of you. I want more."
Prissy rose from the bed and paraded across the room to grab a short silk robe. She started to put it on when Maxx spoke.
"Don't cover yourself up baby," Maxx said. "I want to look at your exquisite body. You hide your body far too much for my taste."
Prissy smiled and slowly tossed the robe over a chair. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat which accentuated every curve. Her nipples still were hard, their taut pinkness contrasting with her porcelain white skin. Prissy's deep red hair was tousled, with several strands hanging sexily in her face. Prissy definitely looked as if she had just been fucked.
"You're beautiful, Pris," Maxx said. "I don't know why you won't let your hair down a bit and dress more daringly when we go out."
Maxx listened as his wife expressed her objections to to wearing sexier clothes. She said she would be embarrassed and was concerned about shattering her conservative image in their social world. Prissy said being a tease in the bedroom was enough for her.
"Well, you know what? It's not enough for me," Maxx said. "We're going to change things right now. Go get dressed. We're going shopping."
Prissy stared at her husband for a time, not sure exactly what he was suggesting, but finally retreated into the bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed. When she finished, she met her husband in the kitchen. He was dressed and ready to go. Prissy wore a pair of cuffed slacks with sensible flats on her feet, She had on a long-sleeved white silk shirt that featured a high collar. Maxx looked to his wife and at her attire.
"See that's just what I mean, Pris," Maxx said. "My mother wears clothes like that. I would hope my wife would dress a little more provacatively. Now take that shirt off."
Prissy opened her mouth in surprise, but then acquiesced to her husband's request. She unbuttoned the soft silk shirt and laid it on the sofa. Her breasts were covered by a white bra. Maxx walked to his wife and circled around her, and unclsaped the bra, releasing Prissy's fleshy breasts.
"Now put the shirt back on, Pris," Maxx said.
Prissy was uncomfortable about the prospect of going shopping without wearing a bra, but she pulled the shirt over her arms and started to button it up. Maxx stopped her briefly as he reached inside the shirt, fingered her nipples and pinched them roughly. His actions had the desired effect as Prissy's nipples grew into hard little knobs. When she finished buttoning her shirt and tucking it in, Prissy presented herself to Maxx. Not only were the outlines of her breasts clearly evident, her nipples were poking sexily into the thin material.
"There, that's better," Maxx said. "C'mon baby, it's time to go."
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