Something New (Closed for Jasmine12345)

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"What did you just say?"

Clark never imagined those words coming out of his wife's mouth. Not the same woman who couldn't say the word "cock" without blushing. He held his breath as he looked at her across the table. Around them, the restaurant continued as if nothing had happened.

There was a not-quite smile at the corners of her lips while she watched him squirm. One of her eyebrows was lifted, daring him. What had gotten into her tonight?

They'd talked about fantasies before. Handcuffs. Exhibition. Threesomes that never went farther than "what about her" before laughing it off and going on with their day. But this wasn't them joking like usual. This was different.
 
"What did you just say?"
........
They'd talked about fantasies before. Handcuffs. ...
New wife, Jasmine, pouring more beer into new husband Clark's glass and giving him a soft smile.

"Clark, I don't recall ever talked about handcuffs and I do remember saying I was not into BDSM. ....Handcuffs ? May i ask, Clark, just a straightforward innocent question, what's the significance of using handcuffs?...I am just trying to understand, Clark."

The restaurant continues. Everything looks fine to me.
And I see him squirming. I wonder why he is squirming. We are just having a dinner at this lovely restaurant.

New wife Jasmine seems to be quite inquisitive. "Oh, Clark, before I forget my first question, "What did you just say?"
 
I stammer and look at the tablecloth, studying the crumbs on my fork, curling and uncurling my fingers.

"I remember...I just...we were just," finally I took a deep breath and said what I'd been avoiding.

"We were talking about what turns us on and...I liked how you looked in your wedding dress. I mean...if our families hadn't been sitting right there," he trailed off into another nervous laugh.

"Anyway, it really turned me on with the corset and the garter and the..." I waved my hands in front of my body. "Everything."

"The stockings you wore that night, all the little buckles and straps. I just...I don't know. I wouldn't mind that becoming a habit. I just thought handcuffs and chains were part of the um...style. You don't have to worry. I just think all the belts and straps are sexy, I'm not trying to spank you or anything like that"

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh

"I'm ruining this aren't I?"
 
Clark is studying the crumbs on his fork. He studies. The pensive look on his face is what makes him charming.

I met him online where people assemble for sex.
"Oh no, I am not that kinky....goodness........Huh? Of course I've been with men....what did you think?"

"This is going to be a Cuckqueening story" He wrote me a personal message.
"Cuckquean. I am one. In hot blood" I agreed.

It's not that I go after women's body parts but I'd embrace her when she is wholesome. Well, at least I am sure she'll look good when she spreads her legs to show Clark how good she is for men.

"So, Clark, did the girl we met online send you pictures of her?"
 
I almost drop my phone looking for the pics. I flip past the ones from that work thing and the ones from mom's birthday. Finally, I come across the ones she's talking about.

Four in total. The first is of a young woman leaning against the little podium they sit in the lobby of restaurants. She's wearing a crisp black and white uniform complete with a bow tie. Her brown hair is pulled back in a professional-looking bun. There are little silver studs in her ears.

In the next picture, she's on her bed, kneeling with her hair spilling over her shoulders. She's still wearing the shirt from her work uniform but nothing else except the earrings. Her lipstick is shinier in this one and the glasses are gone.

"Um yeah," he said, handing the phone to her. "Here they are."
 
" Clark, nice photos. She is wearing a uniform? what kind of work does she do? Did she tell you?"
 
"I...I mean," I start, embarrassed to even say it."

I take the phone back while the waitress refills Jasmines' wine glass and my water tumbler. She gives me a wink and gives my wife a long up and down sweep with her eyes before walking off.

"She's um...a waitress at, um...this resort"

and I'll bet this is where she tells me that she was just joking
 
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