Petite
Ever imagined your anniversary surprise would look like this? Picture yourself being escorted into a lavish suite by your stunning wife, India Summer. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she reveals she's booked the grandest room for your decade-long celebration. But that's not the only surprise she has in store! She playfully pushes you onto the bed, whipping out a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. You can't help but feel a thrill as she locks you to the bedpost, a sultry smile dancing on her lips. She tells you to get comfortable while she slips into something more... enticing. As she leaves the room, your anticipation builds. And then, she returns. Dressed in the most jaw-dropping lingerie you've ever seen, she teases you, getting you all hot and bothered. But here's the twist - she mentions you've been wanting a threesome for years, right? Well, tonight's the night! But when the company arrives, it's not what you expected. In walk two young, strapping men, Zac Wild and Ricky Johnson. Confused much? India chuckles, clarifying that this threesome isn't for you - it's for her! You're just there to watch and behave. Behave? Really? But you know the rules - misbehave, and she'll take her 'bulls' to another room. You're torn between frustration and arousal. Could it be that you actually want this? You watch, helpless, as India kneels before Zac and Ricky, taking them into her mouth. You try to look away, but she orders you to watch. Occasionally, she lets you touch her breasts, but make no mistake - this show isn't about you. It's about her pleasure, her desires. And you're just a spectator. The more they enjoy each other, the more they taunt you. Ricky smirks, calling you a 'sissy boy' who doesn't deserve a woman like India. She echoes his sentiments, telling you to enjoy the show - after all, she's doing this for you, baby! The irony isn't lost on you. Once or twice, you're allowed to touch her, to rub her clit. But for the most part, you're just there to watch as your wife rides these men, clearly enjoying every moment. You endure their insults, their jibes at your manhood. But the strange thing is, you can't deny the heat coursing through you. Could it be that India is right? Is this what you've secretly desired all along? The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their moans echoing off the walls. You're in the middle of it all, yet so far removed. It's a spectacle, a performance, a show designed to tease and torment you. And as the night wears on, you can't help but wonder - is this the anniversary surprise you never knew you wanted?
