Hubby has me strip naked in the street to put on amazing, yet slutty dress for the bar [Exhibitionists]

The neon glow of the streetlights cast a sickly hue over her bare skin as she stood there, trembling slightly in the cool night air. Her husband, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, commanded her to strip right there on the sidewalk. “Every fucking stitch off,” he growled, his eyes gleaming with perverse pride. She complied, peeling off her clothes until she was naked as the day she was born, her tits jutting out, nipples hard from the chill. Cars slowed down, drivers gawking at the slutty exhibition unfolding before them. He handed her the dress, a scandalous piece of fabric that barely covered her ass. “Put this on, whore. We’ve got a bar to hit,” he barked. She slipped it on, the silky material clinging to her curves, the deep neckline showcasing her ample tits. The streetlights reflected off her glossy lips as she pouted, ready to parade her pussy in public.

As they walked towards the bar, her heels clicking on the pavement, she could feel the eyes of every man, and some women, on her. Her husband’s hand gripped her ass possessively, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck, you look like a cheap slut,” he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the raw, dirty excitement coursing through her veins. The dress rode up with every step, flashing her thong-clad pussy to anyone who cared to look. A group of rowdy men catcalled from across the street, their lewd comments making her blush. Her husband laughed, pulling her closer, his hand snaking up to pinch her nipple through the thin fabric. “That’s right, bitch. Show them what a fucking exhibitionist you are.” She moaned softly, her body betraying her as she ground her ass against his growing erection, ready for whatever filthy plans he had in store for her at the bar.