Shared Wife in the Wilderness - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Just as we'd anticipated, the second Vincent and I walked in, Dominic's jaw practically hit the floor—his eyes locked onto me like a heat-seeking missile.
"la, you're so... damn, that outfit is fire tonight!"
I didn't need to hear the rest. His lips had clearly formed the words you're so pale before he caught himself.
Sophia, meanwhile, was practically dressed in dental floss—a skimpy camisole paired with a micro-mini, the black lace straps of her thong tied around her waist like some kind of risqué corset.
Thank God I'd listened to Vincent and gone all out. Otherwise, I'd have been outshined before the night even started.
I sank into my seat, swaying slightly. The dress was so tight I'd forgone a bra, and now every movement sent things bouncing freely. My cheeks burned.
A few drinks in, the buzz had settled nicely over both of us.
I stopped holding back, letting my curves move with the rhythm of the conversation.
"la, your body is insane. My 36D looks like a joke next to yours," Sophia muttered, her voice dripping with envy as she glanced from my chest to her own.
Then, as if to reclaim the spotlight, she whipped out her phone. "But Dominic's trained in body painting. Check out his work on me."
She swiped through her gallery, flashing us one photo after another—phoenixes, serpents, even some edgy anime designs.
In every shot, Sophia posed like a siren, her smoldering gaze amplifying the artwork's allure.
"Dominic's got skill, but the model makes the masterpiece!" Vincent praised, his voice warm with admiration.
Then—both of us froze mid-breath.
The next photo was completely uncensored.
Sophia sprawled across wild grass, eyes shut in ecstasy, legs splayed in a W. One hand cupped the painted lips of a man on her chest, the other resting between her thighs—
"Is that... intimate body art?" Vincent blurted, snapping Sophia back to reality.
She slammed her phone face-down, cheeks flaming. "Dominic! You liar! You swore you didn't take pictures of this one! I'm dying!"
Dominic scrambled to soothe her, murmuring sweet nothings.
I shot Vincent a do something look—he was the one who'd just gotten a front-row show.
Vincent flashed a tipsy grin. "Relax, it's art. Nothing to be shy about. la and I actually dig this stuff. Who knew you had this talent, Dominic? Maybe you could paint something on my wife right now."
I blinked. Was he seriously volunteering me to defuse the tension?
"V-Vincent, that's... intimate body art," Dominic stammered, his gaze flicking to my legs. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.
Vincent set down his glass with a drunken chuckle. "Chill. la and I have been watched before. And right now?" He leaned in. "She's not wearing a damn thing under that dress."
Before I could react, Vincent yanked my bandeau down in one swift motion.
A rush of cold air hit me—along with every pair of eyes in the room.
"la, you're so... damn, that outfit is fire tonight!"
I didn't need to hear the rest. His lips had clearly formed the words you're so pale before he caught himself.
Sophia, meanwhile, was practically dressed in dental floss—a skimpy camisole paired with a micro-mini, the black lace straps of her thong tied around her waist like some kind of risqué corset.
Thank God I'd listened to Vincent and gone all out. Otherwise, I'd have been outshined before the night even started.
I sank into my seat, swaying slightly. The dress was so tight I'd forgone a bra, and now every movement sent things bouncing freely. My cheeks burned.
A few drinks in, the buzz had settled nicely over both of us.
I stopped holding back, letting my curves move with the rhythm of the conversation.
"la, your body is insane. My 36D looks like a joke next to yours," Sophia muttered, her voice dripping with envy as she glanced from my chest to her own.
Then, as if to reclaim the spotlight, she whipped out her phone. "But Dominic's trained in body painting. Check out his work on me."
She swiped through her gallery, flashing us one photo after another—phoenixes, serpents, even some edgy anime designs.
In every shot, Sophia posed like a siren, her smoldering gaze amplifying the artwork's allure.
"Dominic's got skill, but the model makes the masterpiece!" Vincent praised, his voice warm with admiration.
Then—both of us froze mid-breath.
The next photo was completely uncensored.
Sophia sprawled across wild grass, eyes shut in ecstasy, legs splayed in a W. One hand cupped the painted lips of a man on her chest, the other resting between her thighs—
"Is that... intimate body art?" Vincent blurted, snapping Sophia back to reality.
She slammed her phone face-down, cheeks flaming. "Dominic! You liar! You swore you didn't take pictures of this one! I'm dying!"
Dominic scrambled to soothe her, murmuring sweet nothings.
I shot Vincent a do something look—he was the one who'd just gotten a front-row show.
Vincent flashed a tipsy grin. "Relax, it's art. Nothing to be shy about. la and I actually dig this stuff. Who knew you had this talent, Dominic? Maybe you could paint something on my wife right now."
I blinked. Was he seriously volunteering me to defuse the tension?
"V-Vincent, that's... intimate body art," Dominic stammered, his gaze flicking to my legs. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.
Vincent set down his glass with a drunken chuckle. "Chill. la and I have been watched before. And right now?" He leaned in. "She's not wearing a damn thing under that dress."
Before I could react, Vincent yanked my bandeau down in one swift motion.
A rush of cold air hit me—along with every pair of eyes in the room.
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