Every gurl should be so lucky to be married to Sally

When I first met Sally and Tom, I had no idea how deep and tangled their journey would become, but oh honey, what a deliciously brave path they’ve walked. Tom, sweet Tom, had a side to him he could only whisper about, Tina. A sassy, sultry, oh-so-shy little minx who only wanted to peek out when the lights were low and the doors were locked.

Sally, his wife, wasn't sure what to make of Tina at first. Imagine finding out your man dreams of lipstick, lace, and Louboutins? But love? Love can be a wickedly beautiful thing. And Sally? That woman took a deep breath, clutched her pearls, and decided to lean in.

So after weeks of chats with me (because a girl always needs a fairy godmother), Sally planned something utterly outrageous and fabulous: a secret hotel night just for Tina. And not just a little mascara and a wig. Oh no, she went all out. Breast forms with the perfect jiggle, silky lingerie, clip-on hoops, kitten heels that clicked with every step, and the perfume? Sensual, musky, divine.

She even packed a little surprise in the side pocket of the suitcase, a vibrating toy and a lipstick-red babydoll nightie that screamed bad girl energy. And just to add a cherry on top? She booked an escort. A real man. One who knew exactly how to treat a lady like Tina.

Tom was shaking when he checked in. Excited. Scared. Hard. As the hotel door clicked shut, everything hit him at once. He cried. Yes, cried. But the moment passed, and desire took the wheel. He laid everything out, lace panties, that slinky pencil skirt, the stockings with the seam up the back. Sliding into Tina was like slipping into a second skin. A deep breath. A shimmer of blush. A pouty kiss in the mirror. She was ready.

The night unfolded with nerves, laughter, Sally had instructed Tom to text a number when he was ready.
And when the knock came? Oh, darling… Tina opened the door to her fantasy.

The knock was soft. Almost polite. But Tina's heart pounded like a drumline under her bra.
She tiptoed to the door, peeking through the spyhole with her freshly mascaraed lashes fluttering. There he was. Tall, clean-cut, confident. The suit was sleek charcoal, but that pink silk tie, that was the agreed identifying mark? Oh, it screamed I know exactly why I'm here.

Tina froze for a second, heels planted, mouth slightly open, lip gloss shimmering. Then, biting her bottom lip like a naughty schoolgirl caught doing something wicked, she cracked the door and stepped back, hiding behind it just enough to feel shy... and seductive.

He stepped in, closing the door behind him, and looked her over with a slow, knowing smile.
"Don’t worry, Tina," he said, voice like dark velvet. Hearing her name in that deep, masculine tone sent a tremble all the way down to her painted toes. "You look stunning."

Tina almost melted on the spot.

She giggled, god she thought was I that easy, I just want to open my thighs up to him. She smoothed her hands down her pencil skirt, feeling the tight tug of the garter clips anchoring her sheer stockings. “I’ve, um… never done this before,” she whispered.

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of synthetic blonde behind her ear. “Then let me help.”
And that’s when she dropped to her knees.
Not because she was told to—but because it felt right. Naughty. Liberating. Like she'd stepped into someone else's fantasy and found out it was hers too. The click of the belt buckle, the sound of a zipper sliding down… Tina felt like she was floating, drunk on perfume, anticipation, and the sheer absurd heat of the moment.

And when she looked up, saw the glint of lust in his eyes? Oh, she was gone.
She teased him at first—soft kitten licks, kisses like butterflies. She wanted to savor it. But the moment he tangled his fingers in her wig and groaned her name? Instinct took over. Passion. Hunger. She opened wider, took him deeper. She was Tina, and Tina was here to please.

His grip tightened, and she knew. She braced herself, one hand against his thigh, the other playing with his balls. And then

Hot. Sudden. Messy.

Tina gasped through her nose as he released with a groan, thick spurts coating her tongue and sliding down her throat. She swallowed like a good girl, gagged once, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, but never once pulled away. Not until he was spent.

When she finally leaned back, his cock slipped from her mouth with a wet little pop, still twitching. Ropes of the last creamy drips landed on her chin, lips, and the soft curve of her blouse. Tina stared at him for a moment—stunned, messy, and so turned on.

Then—without thinking—she dipped a delicate finger to her chin and licked it clean. Slowly. Deliberately. Giggling with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. “Oops,” she murmured. “Made a little mess.”

He helped her up, eyes full of mischief, and Tina gave him a sultry little twirl, letting her skirt swish. She loved how the thong tugged between her cheeks. She loved the gentle jiggle of her breast forms, the pressure of the tight lace bra, the way her heels made her feel powerful and submissive all at once. She was a good girl, and she looked it.
She poured them each a glass of wine—lipstick leaving a kiss on the rim of hers—and they sat, talked, flirted. He touched her knee once, and she shivered. She wasn’t ready for round two, but oh, she wanted to savor this.
Later, as he stood to leave, he kissed her hand and said, “Tell your wife... she’s an incredible woman.”
And then he was gone.
The door clicked shut.

Tina stood in the silence for a moment, still in her heels, stockings slightly twisted, lipstick smudged, hair askew... and smiled. She reached for her phone and called Sally, heart pounding.
“Oh my god, babe,” she whispered, voice breathy and wild. “He came in my mouth. I mean—really came.”

Sally laughed on the other end, her voice low and sultry. “Sweetie, you’ve made me so wet just saying that. And FYI? There’s a vibrator in the bag. Go find it. I’m about to play with myself too, thinking about you all dressed up like that.”

Tina giggled like a schoolgirl who just flashed her panties under the desk. “Y-you’re such a bad influence.”

“I know,” Sally purred. “Now go be an even naughtier girl.”

The next morning…

Sally pulled up outside the hotel, giant sunglasses and iced coffee in hand. Tina—back in Tom’s jeans but still wearing a little eyeliner and a suspiciously flirty smile—climbed in and buckled up.
“So?” Sally said, smirking. “Did you like the babydoll?”
Tom blushed hard, yes it was divine, thank you Tom said.

Whats wrong Sally asked.

Well I just realised, looking down at his lap. “Um… I didn’t ask the guy his name.”
Sally’s jaw dropped. “Tina! You gave a guy a blowjob and didn’t even ask his name?! Oh my god, you little slut!”

Tom covered his face, giggling. “I know! I’m such a terrible girl…”
Sally leaned over and kissed his cheek. “No babe. You’re a perfect one.”