Dirty Shopping Secrets

My husband had a surprise for me… a public place, a private act… and a woman.

His loving hand on my lower back not just leading, but claiming. This was no ordinary shopping trip—it was my husband's design, a public assertion of his dominance over me, played out among racks of luxurious lingerie. His presence commanded the space, his every touch a decree of ownership that sent a thrilling tension coursing through me.

Each command escalated the stakes of our adventure, turning the simple act of selecting lingerie into a pulse-pounding display of submission. Then with her—the fine line between public and private blurred into a risky game of exhibition and power.

Could I surrender to the exhilarating feel of her touching me and the fear of being seen by the world, or would the weight of this tryst prove too intense?