The partitioned room

My husband treats me like a goddess. He is always looking out for me, lavishing extravagant gifts on me, and making sure I am the happiest wife possible. He also controls me. He decides what I will or will not wear, what sex acts I will perform on him, and he also controls who I fuck outside our marriage. Yes, he indulges me by allowing me to fuck other men, and women of course, but he is the one who decides who those persons are. And I love for him to be in such control of me.

We had a wedding anniversary coming up and he told me he had something special in mind for me as a way to celebrate our marriage. I always enjoy the way his devious mind works and was looking forward to learn what he was thinking. He would not tell me, but on the Saturday just before our anniversary date, he said we were going out. This was the night he had teased me with, and as soon as he told me to get ready for an evening out, my pussy began to tingle.

He said to take a bath and shave everywhere. He has me shave my cunt bare and I love it like that. It is smooth and sensitive and if I am wearing panties, I can feel the material caress my pussy lips. But it has been a year or longer since I have been allowed to wear panties, or any undergarments. I have not been allowed to wear a bra since our wedding. He ***********ed a very low-cut wedding dress for me and there was no way to wear a bra with it. My breasts were nearly falling out of my dress, and he loved it. I accepted his choice and was happy to fulfill his fantasy of me looking a bit sluttish at our wedding.

So, tonight, I was not going to be wearing any undergarments, and he laid out a very short, black dress for me to wear for our evening out. This dress was very shear and nearly see thru. It was almost like wearing lingerie. I put it on happily. I looked in the mirror and could see the outline of my cunt lips right thru the material. Oh my. This was going to be very difficult to wear if we went to a nice restaurant or club. I hoped he’d allow me a cover up, but he did not want to spoil the view for anyone who would see me as we went out on the town.

We took a taxi to a downtown bar that catered to upscale clientele. I knew that as soon as I stepped out of the taxi, the lights from the entrance would shine right thru my dress and make me look naked. I hated the thought of being exposed by my husband in public, but my cunt was dripping with anticipation. My nipples were rock hard and extended out from the thin mesh of my dress. My husband was thrilled as we stepped from our ride, seeing a group of men standing outside the club, and watching me exit the vehicle. He knew I secretly loved to show off my body, and my shyness would be fighting with my exhibitionism.

We were ushered to a table and ordered drinks and finger food to snack on. We did not want to get loaded down with food, since my husband said this was just the first stop on our evening of fun. There was great music playing and I asked my hubby if we could dance. He smiled and said, “of course. Pick a good song and we will do that”.

A nice, slow favorite of mine began to play so we hopped up and I fell into his arms. He pulled me close, and his hand was on my hip. He gently rubbed my bottom as we swayed to the music and I could feel his fingers running down the crack of my ass, teasing me. My cunt continued to moisten as he touched me. We danced a few songs, then sat back down. It was nice to be held so tightly and intimately by my husband, in that room full of strangers. I am sure they all enjoyed the view I was displaying.

After we had a few cocktails, my husband looked at his watch and said “Time to go, sweetie. Our reservation is in 20 minutes”. He looked at me and grinned. “I think you will love it!”

I smiled at him and said “I always love the plans you make. You know me so well, darling.”

We took another taxi to a private club several blocks away. We were let out at a building with just one large door, and no sign. Just an address in brass lettering on the door. Seemed a bit mysterious to me. There was another couple walking in as we got out of our taxi. They had been standing outside and had punched in a code on a pad to signal someone to open the door. We did the same, and a man in a tuxedo allowed us in.

There was light background music playing and my husband walked to the reception desk, similar to what would be found in a small boutique hotel. A lovely woman spoke with him, and then we were guided through two double doors which opened into a cocktail lounge. There were leather chairs surrounding small round tables. Each table had a lighted candle and a small rose in a tiny vase. We order drinks. I asked my husband how he learned of this place, and he just smiled broadly. “I heard of it from a buddy of mine. He took his girlfriend here a few months ago and she apparently loved it. I figured you would too.”

After we finished that cocktail, that same young lady came to our table, and addressed my husband.