The bedroom was dimly lit, the silence In the bedroom was heavy, broken only by the sound of our synchronized ragged breathing, I walked over to the large wardrobe, my legs feeling weak as I opened the drawer containing the most Intimate garments pieces I once thought were for my eyes only then I reached Into the drawer, my fingers brushed over several familiar pieces before I settled on a set of black lace panties and a matching bra then I turned back to Sofia and said while looking away blushing "wear....these" Sofia smiled and said "good choice dear" saying that she turned her back and whispered "now help me get dressed" I stepped forward, my breath hitching as I reached for the back of her gown then I began unzipping the dress the sound of the sliding metal was loud In the silent room, as the fabric loosened I watched It slip off her shoulders and drop at her feet, then I stood behind Sofia with a black lace bra In my hands and whispered "hold still" I reached around her, my arms encircling her body as I positioned the cups, for a second It felt like an embrace then I brought the two ends of the bra together at her back then I said ".....It's done" Sofia slowly turned around and looked me In the eye while saying "get down on your knees.....finish what you started" I sank to the floor, my knees hitting the carpet, the sight of Sofia standing before me while her upper body branded In the dark lace I had Just fastened, while her lower body remained bare and exposed made my dick hard, I reached for the black lace panties and guided her feet through the openings, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her thighs as I slowly slid the panties up her legs and over her hips, then looking up at her I said "Sofia dressing you for a another man .....I feel like I am admitting I am not man enough for you..." hearing me say that Sofia bit her lower lip hard then she whispered "say It again" her voice was shaky, almost a plea I couldn't even react, I was frozen by her request then seeing my silence Sofia said "Alan, please...the way you look at me from down there... It makes me feel so.....horny...I've never felt like this please say It once more" I swallowed hard, my throat feeling tight, I understood my wife was caught between the woman who loved me and the woman who was discovering a dark, Intoxicating power over me then the tension In the room reached a breaking point, seeing Sofia my dignified, silver-haired empress pleading with me to voice my own failure sent a surge of heat through me that I couldn't Ignore I looked up at her, my voice thick and trembling, giving her exactly what she craved "Sofia... dressing you for another man... I feel like I am admitting I am not man enough for you" Sofia's breath hitched, her right hand which had been resting shyly at her side, moved Instinctively to her chest she squeezed her breast over the black lace "you look so... so pathetic, Alan," she whispered, her voice a mix of mockery and desire, that word pathetic hit me like a physical blow, yet It made me harder than I had ever been, the humiliation was absolute then as If a spell had broken Sofia let out a long, ragged breath, her hand dropped from her chest, and she looked at me with a sudden wave of regret while saying "dear.....god....what are we doing?" she reached down to help me up, her face burning with a different kind of shame now then Sofia said "I am so sorry, Alan... I got carried away I shouldn't have said those things I'm so sorry" I stood up and said "It's okay, Sofia" we stood there In the dim light, the silence between us heavy with the truth, she was sorry for the words, but she wasn't sorry for the feeling, we both knew without a doubt that we had never been more turned on In our entire lives then now, I reached for Sofia's royal gown, the fabric feeling heavy and cold In my hands, after dressing her me and Sofia walked out of the palace, the Imperial carriage was waiting for us I offered Sofia my hand to help her up, she took It yet her eyes refusing to meet mine, Once the door clicked shut, the carriage started moving, the silence Inside was crushing Usually, we would talk about the day's politics or share a romantic moment but today the space between us was filled with the memory of her calling me pathetic while touching herself, I kept stealing glances at Sofia she looked every bit the empress, but I couldn't unsee the way she had squeezed her breast over that black lace while looking down at me, that one word pathetic was echoing In my head then as the carriage slowed to a final stop, the coachman's voice called out "your Imperial majesties... we have arrived"
