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After a bitter breakup, petite Mary never forgot her ex Greg’s most intimate secret: his fetish for cross-dressing in satin. Years later, when Greg smiles and shakes her new husband Joe’s hand, Joe blurts out, “this is your ex who liked to…”—and Mary decides revenge is a dinner date, a satin dress, and watching Greg on his knees pleasing Joe. By the end of the night, Greg might just discover he loves being Joe’s bitch.
Greg stands in the produce aisle, a bag of oranges in his hand, when he sees Mary. She's with a broad-shouldered man in a work shirt, her fingers laced through his. Greg sets the bag down and walks ov
Greg rounds the corner into the dining room. Joe is leaning back in his chair, beer in hand, eyes traveling the length of the pink satin dress with slow, deliberate appreciation. Mary sits beside him,
Mary sets her plate on the coffee table and unzips her handbag with a sound that cuts through the silence. She draws out a length of pink satin—a collar, wide and soft, with a small silver ring at the
Mary tugs the leash, forcing Greg to look up at her. She reaches down and presses her palm flat against the front of his satin dress, feeling the hard outline of his cock. 'Still hard,' she says, almo
Mary holds up her hand, palm out, and Joe freezes, the lube bottle uncapped in his fist. 'Not yet,' she says. 'He hasn't asked properly.' She looks down at Greg, her dark eyes unblinking. 'Beg for it.