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My Husband’s Fantasy: Stripping My Bra and Panty
There’s something about the way he looks at me when I’m standing in front of him, wearing nothing but lace and a teasing smile. It’s not just desire — it’s hunger, control, anticipation. He doesn’t just want to touch me. He wants to unwrap me. Slowly. Deliberately. Like I’m the most irresistible present he’s ever received.
And honestly? I love every second of it.
My husband has always had a thing for undressing me, but lately, it’s turned into something more — a full-blown fantasy. One that drives him wild and makes our foreplay unbearably intense. I never thought something as simple as stripping my bra and panty could feel this erotic, but here we are, turning it into an art form.
This is how his fantasy became our obsession.
It Started with a Tease
It all began on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, when he walked in, eyes dark with mischief.
“Don’t put anything on,” he murmured, backing me against the dresser.
“Why not?” I teased, even though I already knew the answer.
