You and your husband were having dinner with his parents.
Everything was going perfectly as you expected until you felt H/n's cold hand going up your thigh.
His hand travelled up your dress then to your inner thigh.
You gripped his wrist 'H/n... not here.' - you whispered.
H/n's mother went to get more drinks and asked his father to help her.
Now you and H/n were alone.
H/n's hand started tugging your dress softly. 'Y/n.. the things you do to me when youre wearing this dress.' - H/n whispered under his breath.
You noticed the huge bulge he has in his suit pants. 'shit...' - you thought.
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