Her husband pinches her nipple through her dress. Hard.
“Are you a slut?”
Nods nervously.
“A dirty little slut?”
Swallows.
“Say it.”
“I’m a dirty little slut.” Her voice tremulous, a tiny bird.
“Louder.”
“I’m a dirty little slut.” A new power informs her voice. Her hand snakes inside the pants of a man not her husband. He pinches her other nipple.
Her husband caresses her hair. “Good girl.” He rips away the halter of her dress, exposing her tits.
SLUT is written in red lipstick.
She kneels, lost in her husband’s loving eyes as she nuzzles the stranger’s cock.