I will enjoy this.
"Sir, we’re in public, we’re in a restaurant. There are at least three families standing around us," I whispered.
"Oh baby, please do listen. What do you hear? You hear the wives groaning about how their husbands haven’t helped do any laundry in a long time. Do you really think it’s laundry? I don’t, I think the wives are complaining that their husbands haven’t fucked them enough, or at all, lately. Laundry is just a code word. I spy at least one wife looking at us, me leaning over to whisper in your ear, my hand stroking your thigh as we sit here waiting for a table. Look at her, slut, now. Are you looking?"
"Yes, Sir," I whispered.
"Keep looking at her as my hand goes farther and farther up your skirt. Do you know why she can’t stop looking, slut? She can’t stop because she wishes her husband would have the balls to show her that she’s owned, that she’s his slut. But he hasn’t, and that’s why she’s breathing heavy, and blushing."
"Sir, now some men are watching us, the husband of that wife, too."
"Even better, darling. Even better. Maybe they’ll learn a thing or two. Now, slut, spread your legs just a little farther apart and let’s really give them something to watch." You turned and smiled your devilish grin at me, as my legs opened slowly, and then you turned and smiled at our audience.>
Mmmmm….love the naughtiness of this idea…