“My desire for tonight is that you get all men who will set their sight on you to develop a burning hunger for you, and that you get as many of them as you wish to pay you homage in all the different ways you want.”
“Thank you, my dear husband.” She removed his hands from behind her waist, took two steps back. “And how do I look? Do I look the part?”
He looked at her from top to bottom, holding one of her hands in one of his by the fingertips. A hotly desirable figure, shining in the glory of her nakedness, showcased by the glittering of her jewels and makeup, from the diamonds in her headband, her earrings and her necklaces, to the glittering tips of her boobs and her gem-studded bra, her diamond-adorned belly button, her shining waist sash and scintillating pussy, down to her five-inch-heeled, thigh-high stone-adorned boots. ‘A real Queen of the Night,’ he thought as he had her turn with a light pull on her fingers. Her back had no decoration apart from the sash on the waist and the boots covering her calves, but she had given it a treatment that made the skin glow with a light of its own. As she completed her turn and her front figure appeared again, he thanked the heavens for having graced him with such a beautiful woman, still highly desirable, highly fuckable at fifty-one.
“Perfect.” He lifted the hand he was holding to his lips. “Just one thing, those ties on your belt, are they supposed to remain on the side?”
“Oh, yes, you’re right,” Miranda answered adjusting the sash so that the ties now fell one over her crotch, the other over the crack separating her asscheeks. The ties were short, more like pointers than real covers to her goods. “But they can be worn that way, especially if they’re in the way of anyone paying me homage.” She waggled her eyebrows roguishly. “Are they right, now?”
“Perfect,” Wesley repeated again, “You are the perfect embodiment of feminine beauty in its highest form.” He kissed her hand again. “I am proud and humbled to be the one you call ‘husband.’ You really are stunningly beautiful. Absolutely ravishing. Or should I say, ‘calling to be ravished’?”
Miranda smiled, blinking as she forced back the grateful tear that welled up to her eye. She knew she was indeed going to be repeatedly ravished and it would be one of the most blissful experiences possible, as men and women of all types triggered the many orgasmic buttons of her body to make her come, over and over. And it was all due to this man, who had brought her all the way, unlocking the keys, teaching her the steps.
“Are we ready to go?” she simply said.
“Just put on your cape and we’re ready to go. Munesh is already waiting for us.”
Munesh was their confidential chauffeur, the only one of their staff who knew of their special soirées, the only one to drive them to and from the secret places where these meetings took place.
“Will you help me, darling?” Miranda said, taking her cloak from where it rested next to her and handing it to Wesley.
“Yes, allow me.” Wesley answered, taking the garment from her hand and opening it wide to find its orientation.