Chapter 5: Preparation
The house hummed with quiet tension as Derek adjusted the water temperature in the tub. The mirror fogged over from the steam and Derek looked up at his wife's beautiful naked body standing like a Goddess ready to be served, her auburn hair piled messily on top of her head, tendrils already escaping like rebellious flames.
Derek’s fingers trembled slightly as he helped her step into the tub, giving her a minute to relax completely in the hot water before handing her a glass of cold wine.
Margot took the glass from his hands and sipped it slowly while Derek grabbed the Luffa and bath wash. He knelt by the side of the tub and squirted the bath wash onto the luffa getting it nice and soaped up.
With minimal effort, Margot raised one long leg and rested her toes on the side of the tub while Derek ran the luffa along her legs, gently washing her body.
The rough texture of the luffa contrasted with the soap's slick warmth, making Margot’s skin tingle. The bathroom was warm and steamy, a thick fog clinging to every surface. The scent of eucalyptus filled the air.
Derek held his breath as he moved the luffa higher, up her thighs, letting the soapy sponge linger just a moment longer than necessary. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh, and Margot’s breath hitched slightly. The wine glass in her hand trembled, and a tiny drop of Merlot splashed onto the surface of the water, dark as a bruise.
"You okay?" Derek asked, his voice rough but careful.
He looked up at his wife with a look of devotion bordering on worship.
Margot’s lips parted slightly, her eyes darkening as she watched him kneel there, completely submissive. The steam from the bath swirled around them, making everything feel dreamlike and surreal. She took another slow sip of wine, the cold liquid contrasting with the warmth of the bath.
"You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper. "So obedient. Exactly as you should be."
Derek's breath came out in a shaky exhale, his shoulders relaxing slightly at her praise.
The water rippled around Margot's waist as she shifted in the tub, the movement making her breasts rise and fall with every shallow breath she took. The sight of her, wet and glistening like some ancient deity rising from the bath, made Derek's cock twitch painfully against the fabric of his sweatpants.
Margot's eyes flicked down to his lap for the briefest moment, the corners of her mouth twitching before she deliberately let her gaze drift back up to meet his. "Such a good boy, getting me nice and clean for Jake" she murmured, her voice purring with satisfaction.
Derek's breath hitched at her words, his cock now fully hard beneath his sweatpants. The water shimmered around Margot's bare shoulders as she stretched her arms above her head, the movement making her breasts lift slightly from the bath. The sight was intoxicating. Derek's hands trembled as he reached for the loofah again, this time moving it over her stomach in slow, deliberate circles. The soap bubbles clung to her skin, popping one by one as he worked the lather across her torso. Margot's breath hitched as the rough texture of the loofah dragged across her sensitive nipples, making them harden instantly beneath his touch.
Derek noticed immediately, his breath catching in his throat as he watched the rosy peaks tighten under his ministrations. The water rippled around them, the sound mixing with their combined breaths in the steam-filled bathroom. Margot’s fingers tightened around her wine glass, the crystal cold against her heated skin.
"Now my back" Margot commanded, leaning forward in the tub and exposing her back so he could soap her down.
She set down her wine glass so she could rest both forearms along the edge of the tub. Derek's hands moved with renewed purpose, the suds from the loofah creating lacy patterns across her shoulder blades before trailing down her spine.
When he finished with her back, she laid back into the bath and raised one long shapely leg once again. "Now shave me. Be careful, no nicks." Margot instructed, lifting one leg onto the edge of the tub and letting it rest there–firm, smooth thigh poised and ready. The way her skin glistened under the bathroom lights made Derek swallow hard. He reached for the can of shaving cream and the razor, hands steady despite the way his pulse thundered in his throat.
Derek tested the water temperature with a cautious finger before pressing the nozzle of the can, dispelling thick white foam onto Margot's exposed skin. The shaving cream smelled like coconut and almond, sharp against the eucalyptus from the bath.
Derek watched his own hand tremble as he applied the foam in slow, deliberate strokes up her thigh—the same thigh she had lifted onto the tub’s edge earlier. The sight of it, pale and flawless, made his mouth go dry.
He grabbed her razor and started low on her calf running the protected blade gently up her silky legs.
Margot watched him under half-closed lids, her hips shifting infinitesimally against the cool porcelain tub. The shaving cream smelled sweetly masculine mixed with the eucalyptus, enveloping the steamy air around them.
“Do a good job, I want them nice and smooth for Jake. I can't wait to feel his hands running across my body,” Margot murmured, reaching down to stroke her fingers through Derek’s damp hair as he concentrated. Her touch made him shiver even through his kneeling position.
Derek hesitated for a moment before speaking softly: “I’ll do whatever you need to feel good… whatever it takes to make tonight perfect for you.”
When Derek was finished with both legs, Margot rinsed herself one more time and stood up in the bath, water glistening as it dropped off her perfect body. She held out her hand and Derek helped her step out of the tub, wrapping her in a soft white towel and gently drying her body.
He knelt again to wipe the water from her delicate feet, each toe, before slowly rising to dry the rest of her with slow, deliberate strokes. The towel smelled like lavender and fresh cotton, so much softer than her skin already felt.
Margot stepped back into their bedroom and Derek followed, his hands still trembling slightly as he pulled out a delicate silk robe for her from the dresser. He held it open for her to slip into, the dark green fabric sliding over her shoulders like water. The robe was one of her favorites - soft, enveloping, perfect for lounging on a Sunday morning. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, it felt like armor.
Margot slipped her arms into the sleeves, the silk sliding over her wet skin like a second layer of intimacy. She tied the sash loosely at her waist, the knot deliberately imperfect—just enough to suggest she might lose it later. Derek watched, his breath shallow, as she turned to face him. The robe clung to her in places, hinting at the curves beneath without revealing.
"You look stunning," he said quietly.
Margot tilted her head, studying him with a small, knowing smile. "Do I?" Her voice was low, almost teasing. "Or do I just look like a woman getting ready for someone else’s hands?"
Derek swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
"Now, help me pick out something to wear." Margot commanded. "Something he'll want to rip off of me as soon as he sees me." Margot said with a sly smirk as she led Derek to her walk-in closet. The space smelled of cedar and her favorite perfume, with soft light filtering through sheer linen curtains. The air itself seemed to hum with expectation, as if the clothes were already sensing what tonight would become.
Derek followed, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush rug. The silk robe whispered against his legs with every movement, heightening his awareness of his own body - the ache in his groin from kneeling so long, the damp patches on his sweatpants where he'd leaked while massaging Margot's legs.
In the closet, Margot ran her fingers across the hanging fabrics, her movements deliberate.
The room was silent except for the whisper of silk and the faint hum of the house’s HVAC system circulating air through the vents. Derek stood just behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her back.
“Something understated,” Margot murmured, brushing her fingers over a sleeveless black dress with a deep V-neckline. The fabric was soft and slightly stretchy, the kind that would mold to her curves without restricting movement.
The neckline would plunge just enough to tease without screaming desperation, and the hemline that fell mid-thigh would give Jake an easy target when he inevitably decided he couldn't resist touching her.
Derek stood silently behind her, his breath shallow as he watched Margot hold the dress against herself, turning in front of the full-length mirror that occupied one corner of the closet. The silk robe had slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone to his hungry gaze.
She handed the dress to Derek and he helped her pull it down over her head into position. She didn't bother with a bra or underwear. Her breasts were still high and firm, and her tight nipples were clearly visible through the thin dress material.
"You should pair it with the emerald pendant," Derek suggested, his voice rough with restraint.
He stepped forward, his hand brushing against Margot’s waist as he reached past her to pluck the delicate necklace from its velvet display. The emerald pendant caught the low closet light like a drop of forest water, tiny facets scattering green fire across the cedar-scented air.
Margot lifted her hair with one hand, offering Derek access to the nape of her neck. His fingers trembled as he fastened the clasp, the cool metal barely registering against the heat flooding her skin. The pendant settled between her breasts, the weight of the gemstone pulling the V-neckline into sharper focus.
Margot examined her reflection with a critical eye—dark auburn hair tumbling over her shoulders in loose waves, lips painted a deep wine that matched her dress, emerald green pendant nestled above the curve of her cleavage. The sight in the mirror was undeniably sexual—a woman prepared for seduction.
Derek’s breath hitched as he adjusted the pendant so the stone rested perfectly in the hollow between Margot’s collarbones. His fingers lingered against her warm skin, feeling the steady pulse there. The emerald felt warm against her skin, the stone’s color deepening to match her eyes.
"Now fetch my black pumps." Margot commanded. "The ones with the silver spikes on the heels." Margot's voice was a low purr, the command dripping with effortless authority.
She watched as Derek moved to the shoe rack on the far wall of the closet, his body language shifting from kneeling servant to dutiful attendant. Each step he took seemed to echo in the quiet room, amplified by the cedar-scented silence.
Derek returned with the shoes cradled in his palms like sacred offerings. The black pumps gleamed under the closet's recessed lighting, the silver spikes catching the light like tiny daggers.
Derek knelt before her with a reverence that bordered on religious devotion, his hands trembling as he slipped the shoes onto her feet. From his vantage point on the floor, he could see up her dress to her naked vulva. Was she really going to go out with a dress this short and no underwear?
She stepped back, testing the shoes on the plush rug, the slight lift adding to her already considerable height. The dress rode higher on her thighs with every step, the fabric whispering against her skin. She turned in front of the mirror, admiring the way the emerald pendant swayed between her breasts with each movement.
The black dress clung to her curves, the deep V-neckline emphasizing the valley between her breasts and the emerald’s rich green color making her green eyes appear even more vivid. The hem of the dress rode high on her thighs, baring long, toned legs that ended in the pointed black pumps with their silver spikes. The shoes made her legs look even longer, her calves flexing slightly as she shifted her weight.
Derek stood behind her, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he watched her reflection. The sight of her like this, so confident and desirable, made his cock throb painfully against the fabric of his sweatpants.
He could see the faint shadow of her pubic hair through the thin fabric of the dress when she turned slightly, and the thought that she was completely bare beneath the black silk made his mouth go dry.
Margot caught his gaze in the mirror and smirked, twisting her hips slightly to the side so he could get a better view. "Do you like what you see, Derek?" she asked, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down his spine. She reached back and ran her fingers through his damp hair, her touch sending another jolt of arousal through him. Her fingers tightened slightly in his hair, pulling just enough to make him gasp.
"You look...
*devastating*."
Margot’s voice was dark, velvety, wrapping around the word like a promise. She turned fully to face Derek, her black dress clinging to her like a second skin, the emerald pendant nestled just above the swell of her breasts. The silver heels added inches to her height, making her eyes level with his as he still knelt at her feet. She reached out, her fingers brushing the damp collar of his shirt.
Derek’s breath hitched at the contact, his body pulsing with need so sharp it bordered on pain. The sight of her—made up, dressed for seduction, bare beneath that thin dress—was almost too much to bear.
Derek swallowed hard, his throat dry, his cock aching against the damp fabric of his sweatpants. The air between them was thick with unspoken desire, the cedar scent of the closet now layered with something sharper—something like anticipation and fear.
Margot tilted her head, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made Derek’s pulse roar in his ears. The emerald pendant glinted between her breasts, a stark contrast against the black of her dress and the pale column of her throat. She traced a slow, deliberate thumb along his jawline, her fingers cool against the heat of his skin.
"I want you to behave tonight while I'm gone." Margot commanded. "No jerking off. I don't know what's going to happen tonight, but I want you good and horny for me when I get home. Understand?" Margot’s voice was cool and controlled, but there was an underlying heat to it that made Derek’s cock twitch desperate against his sweatpants. The black dress moved with her as she stepped closer, the silken fabric whispering against the cedar-scented air like a forbidden promise.
Derek swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. "Yes," he managed to croak out, his voice rough with restrained lust. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave crescent marks. The pain was a tenuous grip on his control, anchoring him to the here and now.
"Good, don't worry honey, I'll make sure you have some fun when I get home no matter what happens." Margot said with a smile.
She turned and walked to their bedroom closet mirror to check her makeup one last time. The emerald pendant swayed against her chest with each step, catching the light like a tiny forbidden flame.
Derek rose from his kneeling position with an audible groan from his stiff joints. He watched his wife’s silhouette in the mirror, the black dress hugging every curve like a lover’s hands. The silver heels clicked softly against the hardwood as she pivoted to admire herself from different angles. Each movement made the dress ride higher on her thighs, flashing more of her smooth skin.
Margot caught his stare in the reflection and held it for a long moment before turning to face him fully. She stepped closer, their bodies almost touching now.
The air between them crackled with anticipation.
"The next time you see me, you may be a cuckold." Margot said, her voice a velvety purr that sent shivers down his spine. She let her hand trail down his chest, her fingertips lightly tracing the button line of his shirt.
Derek's breath hitched at the contact, his body pulsing with need so sharp it bordered on pain.
Margot's eyes darkened as she watched him struggle to maintain control.
Seeing Derek flushed, desperate and needy ignited a primal satisfaction in her. The emerald pendant glinted between her breasts, the green stone standing out vividly against her dark dress and flushed skin. She let her hand trail lower over his chest, her fingertips brushing the fabric of his shirt, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath.
"You're going to be such a good boy for me tonight," Margot murmured, her voice dropping to a low, throaty whisper that made Derek's breath catch. She stepped back, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she turned toward the bedroom door.
The scent of her perfume lingered in the air—something floral and sultry, clinging to the steam and warmth of the closet. The emerald pendant bobbed between her breasts with every step, drawing Derek’s eyes like a magnet.
Derek followed her out of the closet, his body thrumming with pent-up desire. He hovered in the doorway, watching as Margot pulled a black leather jacket from the rack near the bed. The jacket was sleek and fitted, the kind that would accentuate the curves of her body when she wore it over the dress. The silver spikes on her heels clicked on the floor as she moved, the sound sharp and deliberate.
She pulled the black leather jacket from its hanger and slipped it on, the supple leather creaking softly as it settled over her shoulders. The jacket clung to her curves, the deep V-neck of her dress peeking out from beneath it, the emerald pendant glinting in the dim light. She turned toward Derek, the jacket framing her in sleek, seductive lines.
Derek’s throat went dry. The leather jacket made her look like a femme fatale from an old noir film—dangerous, untouchable, a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to take it.
Margot adjusted the lapels, ensuring the deep V of the dress beneath was just visible enough to tease. She met Derek’s gaze in the mirror, her green eyes dark with something he couldn’t quite name—excitement? Anticipation? Guilt?
Derek’s fingers twitched at his sides, his whole body rigid with restraint. He had never seen her like this—so deliberately, unapologetically sexual. It should have terrified him. Instead, it made his cock throb painfully against his sweatpants.
"I'll see you later baby. Wish me luck." she said kissing his cheek.
The leather of her jacket creaked softly as she turned and walked away from him, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction. The black dress rode high on her thighs with every step, flashing glimpses of smooth skin that made Derek's breath catch in his throat. He watched her walk to the car, get in and drive away.