In the room, the air was thick with promise. Hubby’s eyes burned with hunger as he told me to ditch the coat. I let it slide off, revealing the lace and satin clinging to my curves like a lover’s hands. My nipples strained against the basque, and my exposed pussy glistened under the dim lights. “On your knees,” he growled, and I dropped, the carpet rough against my stockings. He pulled out a purple satin scarf, its rich color a stark contrast to my pale getup. He tied it tight over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My senses went wild—the creak of the bed, the musky scent of his arousal, the way my own cunt pulsed with need.