Dressed for Revenge

Because my husband worked in education and had old-fashioned beliefs, I had never told him. Until one day, I met a private designer of sensual lingerie, and my secret was uncovered. He specialized in custom lingerie for elegant, intellectual women. To make sure the lingerie fit perfectly, the restrained designer took my measurements himself...

Maam, please take off your clothes. Im going to start taking your measurements.

I looked at the man in front of me, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had his shirt buttoned neatly up to his Adams apple. He looked so restrained that he made people want to be completely unrestrained.

To be honest, he was exactly my type, and the lingerie hanging on the wall was also the kind I liked.

I was full of anticipation, so I did not hesitate much.

You have a wonderful figure. Your bust is full and rounded, so a half-cup bodysuit should create a stronger sensory effect. The designer took a measuring tape and moved behind my back, and his gloved hand brushed across my chest by accident, sending a shiver through me.

Your body is very sensitive.

As he said that, the tape tightened, and those seductive eyes hidden behind his lenses looked at me as if they were charged with electricity.

Yes. That has always bothered me.

But I happened to be very interested in this area too, and sometimes it was not that I really wanted to do anything, but I just could not help letting my thoughts wander.

Actually, this is everyones most honest reaction. Theres no need to restrain yourself. Just enjoy it. After he finished measuring my bust, he moved around my waist, and his hands seemed to wrap me into his arms. A faint rose scent came toward me, and I could not help shrinking back.

This man was giving off hormones from head to toe, making him impossible to ignore.

I heard his soft laugh above my head, but he did not mock me. Instead, he said gently, Your reaction is adorable, maam. You and your husband must be very compatible.

Compatible, my ass!

At the thought of my husband, my originally restless heart instantly cooled.

But the next second, he placed both hands on my waist, and my heart trembled with them.

Please dont move around, maam, or even a tiny difference in size could create an unpleasant experience for you.

I looked up at his gentle smiling face and had just wanted to say something to ease the awkwardness, but his hand accidentally tickled the side of my waist, making me laugh out loud. That tickles.

That sounded a little wrong, so I explained, I mean my waist is ticklish.

But the more I explained it... the more it felt like I was trying to cover something up.

I felt a headache coming on, but he calmly discussed it with me.

What do you think about using black or red? I think both colors complement your skin tone very well and would create an extreme kind of beauty.

After he finished measuring my waist, he slowly crouched down with his face directly in front of me, and when he spoke, his warm breath came right at me, making me instinctively cover my most private area with my hand.

Sorry, am I too close?

It was not just about whether he was too close, okay? This position was way too subtle, and also...

He was looking at me seriously with that refined face of his, which made it very hard for me not to let my thoughts wander.

I could not help wanting to cover my face, especially when I thought of my husband, and I instantly felt like I had morally fallen apart.

Before I could sort out my emotions, his hand gently took hold of my wrist. Maam, if you keep doing this, I cant measure your hips. If youre really shy, you can close your eyes.

He guided me into moving my hand away, but when I instinctively closed my eyes, my senses became heightened, and the feeling of his fingers touching my skin became even clearer.

This was not good!

My body was far too sensitive, and at this distance, with a strange man in front of me, even the slightest breath and touch became infinitely magnified.

That barely there feeling was like a tiny bug on the surface of my skin, constantly trying to crawl inside.

I lowered my head and was just about to ask him when he would be done measuring, but then I saw him suddenly stand up, and it was already too late for me to step back.

Thankfully, he reacted quickly and dodged, so my mouth only barely brushed across his face.

Sorry. I didnt know you were looking down at me.

I had only wanted to ask him when this would be over. I was not secretly watching him, so why did it sound a little different once he said it?

But he was perfectly open about it and pointed at the small white bed beside us.

Maam, please lie down. I need to take some specific measurements to ensure your comfort.

The benefit of private customization was that every part was made according to your own measurements, so it would definitely not feel uncomfortable when worn.

My heart was already far from calm, especially when this refined man stared fixedly at me and the slightly cool measuring tape touched me. I could not help shuddering, and I cried inwardly that this was bad as I instinctively clamped my legs shut.

Sorry, could you please open your legs? I cant measure you like this.

I could not describe what I felt inside, but I knew we could not continue like this.

I need to use the restroom.

He glanced at me as if he understood everything, and that expression made me feel embarrassed for one second. Then I stood up and walked straight in the direction he pointed out to me.

When I came back, he was sitting by the bed, holding a pencil and sketching something. I looked down and saw a draft with only a rough outline.

Is that me? I asked.

The designer nodded and pushed up his glasses. Your figure is the best Ive seen in this country so far. Its perfect. If you dont mind, could you let me finish this drawing?

This man was truly very gentlemanly.

That was what I thought at that moment.

I nodded. It looked quite beautiful, and it really made me start looking forward to the finished drawing.

Then shall we continue now?

He put down his things and picked up the measuring tape again. I took a deep breath, and just as I lay down, I heard his magnetic voice comfort me. Actually, all of your reactions are normal. Some peoples bodies are just very sensitive, and you dont need to feel guilty or ashamed about it.

I stared at him, and a place deep in my heart was hit hard.

My husband was a teacher. Back then, my father arranged this marriage for me because he wanted me to be connected to a cultured, scholarly family, but that became the beginning of my boring life.

Whether it was in bed or in personality, there was simply nothing about him and me that matched.

I once tried showing him a sexy photoshoot, but he scolded those beautiful models for corrupting societys morals. He was a man whose mind lived in the Middle Ages, and that made me miserable.

I hid my interests in front of him, and other than my best friends who shared the same interest, I received affirmation from a strange man in a place I had come to by chance.

That moved me a lot.

Your body is perfect. Both your sensitivity and your measurements are wonderful. Your husband is truly lucky.

As I listened to his sincere praise, ripples spread through my heart.

Mm...

His fingertips brushed past me, and that soft moan escaped before I could suppress it. The place I had just dealt with seemed to be heading in a dangerous direction again.

I gripped the bedsheet beneath me, feeling embarrassed.

Im truly sorry, but next, I inevitably have to touch your body. Please bear with me a little longer.

He still looked like that polite gentleman, and I nodded. Then I simply turned my head away and stopped looking at him, letting him do whatever he needed.

The measuring process was truly unsettling, and after I finally endured it to the end, I hugged my clothes and rushed into the restroom again.

...

If youre satisfied with my work this time, maam, I hope youll visit again. We will always serve everyone who needs us.

When I came back, he put down his pen, and the sketch on the paper had two more strokes added to it, making me look forward to it even more.

Please add me on SnapChat. Ill update you on my progress at any time, and if theres anything you arent satisfied with, I can modify it whenever you want.

Just like that, I added him on SnapChat.

When I left, he walked me to the door and held out his hand. Ill finish it as soon as possible. I wish you a happy evening, maam.

Thank you! I left the lingerie shop hidden inside an apartment building and immediately shared my experience in my best friends SnapChat group.

Daisy, Im way too satisfied with the place you recommended...

I typed furiously on my phone. The group was silent for a while, then Chloe and Lily immediately asked me where it was, while Daisy never said anything.

I did not think too much about it and sent the location directly before happily going home.

I had just stepped through the front door when my husband came back right behind me.

When he saw me sitting on the sofa and smoking, he frowned and walked up to me. I told you not to smoke at home.

I hated that preachy look of his the most, so I blew a smoke ring at him. Seeing him cough nonstop, I smiled happily. Maybe Mr. Reed still remembers that my dad bought this villa for me? Since when do I need your permission to smoke in my own home?

He choked badly from my smoke, covered his nose, and pulled open the floor-to-ceiling window. His miserable look made me want to laugh.

Smoking is bad for your health. My mom is still waiting for a grandchild.

A grandchild?

Mr. Reed, do you still remember that you were the one who said we werent compatible in bed, that you felt nothing when you slept with me, and that you couldnt finish? I believed my figure and looks were both pretty good, but this man had really made me feel defeated again and again.

He liked to be in control, and as soon as I took even the slightest initiative, he would immediately lose interest. He would rather go to the bathroom and take care of it himself than touch me again.

Whether a marriage was harmonious could actually be shown to a great extent in bed.

He and I did not get along, and I could not stand the sight of him. If it were not for both our pride, we would have divorced long ago.

You had already been with another man before you were with me. I cant get over that barrier in my heart, so I cant maintain a normal married life with you. Thats your problem, so dont blame it on me.

He was like a chicken whose neck had been stepped on, flying into rage out of embarrassment.

No man liked hearing his woman say he was incompetent, and Caleb was no exception.

He would only cling to this one thing and use it to attack me and suppress me, trying to make me feel guilty because of it so I would live forever under his shadow and control.

But he underestimated me too much.

I slowly finished the last drag of my cigarette, silently went upstairs, changed into a backless mermaid dress, and came back out. Then does Mr. Reed want to come with me tonight and see how I sleep with other men?

I leaned against the staircase and gave him a flirtatious wink with all the charm I had. Watching him become so angry that he was practically smoking from every opening, I laughed twice, and when I passed by him, my expression changed. You people are only here for my familys money anyway, so lets all behave ourselves. At least I havent cheated on you outside. Stop using those old things to gaslight me. I dont buy that crap.

Then I walked away with my head held high, and before the front door closed, I heard something shatter behind me and laughed coldly.

He was nothing but a well-dressed bastard.

That night, I held a lingerie party with my best friends at our little hangout spot, where we exchanged all kinds of experiences and partied wildly until midnight.

But what happened next caught me completely off guard.

Early the next morning, I was still groggy and tugging at the straps of a bikini, thinking that it was too tight and that the size was not right for me, when my best friend slapped me awake.

Cece, is this you?

I grabbed Chloe into my arms, rubbed her chest hard twice, and sighed that her boob job had not been a waste. Amid her cursing, I opened my eyes, only to be stunned by what was on the screen.

[A Rich Girl Has Such a Fetish? The Upper Class Really Knows How to Play.]

The video beneath the headline showed the scene of the designer taking my measurements at that private lingerie shop. The HD footage was so clear that even the mole on my thigh could be seen clearly, and the mosaic was basically the same as having none, making it even more suggestive...