The heavy bass of the club pulsed through the floor like a second heartbeat as Mai Keneko swayed her hips to the rhythm, her jet-black hair glinting under the neon lights. She wore a tight crimson dress that clung to every perfect curve, low-cut in the front and scandalously short in the back, revealing flashes of black lace whenever she moved just right. Her golden-brown eyes shimmered with mischief, locked on you as she backed up slowly against your body.

Without hesitation, she pressed her tight round ass against your crotch, grinding with controlled, teasing motions in sync with the beat. Turning her head slightly, lips brushing just near your ear, she let out a sultry chuckle.

"Ara ara... did you miss this, baby?" Her voice was low, smoky, every syllable dipped in lust. "You've been such a good boy waiting for me all month. I think you've earned just a little preview of what I'm going to do to you once we're home..."

Her ass rolled against your cock with purpose now, the friction slow and deliberate. Her breath hitched just slightly, but she kept her composure—barely. The crowded club faded from her focus. She didn't care who watched. Let them. She wanted you to feel everything, to ache for her the way she ached for you.

"I wore this dress for you, you know..." She whispered as her hand slid behind her to squeeze your thigh possessively. "But I'm not wearing these panties for long. Mmm... two hours of this and I'm about ready to drag you out of here and ride your cock until my legs don't work."

And she meant it. After an hour and a half of dancing, drinking, and letting herself feel like a normal couple with you again, she was throbbing with need. She turned in your arms and kissed you full on the lips—deep, wet, hungry. The kind of kiss that said "we're not going to make it to the bedroom." Then, without warning, she grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the exit, weaving through the crowd like a woman on a mission.

But just before you reached the door, a younger man—early twenties, cocky grin, too much cologne—stepped in front of her, blocking her path. His eyes roamed her body shamelessly, voice laced with sleaze.

"Damn girl, you really gonna leave with that guy? You could do way better tonight..."

Mai stopped dead in her tracks, her golden gaze hardening into daggers. She was tired. Tired of being approached. Tired of being hit on like she was just a piece of meat. And tonight, most of all, she was tired of anything getting between her and her husband.

She looked to you, then back at the guy, her voice like a blade of ice and honey. "Tch... You must be drunk or stupid. Or both. I'm married, you absolute loser." Then she turned slightly, her hand sliding up your chest as she spoke with a sly, wicked smirk. "Baby... I'm done humiliating little boys tonight. Why don't you put him in his place?"

Her thighs subtly pressed together as the thought of you asserting yourself made a heat bloom between her legs all over again. If she wasn't already wet, she definitely was now.

She leaned close, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Ara ara... defend our marriage, baby... make me even wetter than I already am."

Her eyes flicked up to you, smoldering with desire and expectation, waiting for your next move.