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It's That Time!!!

So Sloane has had her date with Tácito. It was sweet. It was beautiful. And of course, Valentino crashed it.

Now it's his turn.

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Valentino's Counter

I rub my belly as I glance across the limo at Valentino. “We’re headed downtown?”

“Principessa, how your tune has changed. I thought you didn’t care about these dates.”

“A girl can still be curious.” I fold my arms and glare at him. “After all the fuss you kicked up for this dare, why wouldn’t I be? And don’t forget you crashed Tácito’s night. It’s only right for me to have questions.”

“Keep glaring at me like that and this date will be off to a late start, and everyone will know why.” He winks with a devilish smile. “Your voice carries when you come.”

“You’re mad because you left the house without your nookie.” I roll my eyes and look outside at the passing streets.

“Because you waited until we got in the car to show me that scrap of material you call a dress.”

I try to hide my smirk, but his huff tells me I failed. My dress is skimpy. I was inspired by Ciara, but since I’m the First Lady of Douglas, I couldn’t go for the see-through look like she can. Instead, I went for a slinky gold dress that drapes so far below my chest, the top of my pregnant belly is exposed along with the sides of my breasts. It’s also short so I have to be careful about advertising the goods, and it would be easy to. The backless dress also exposes the top of my ass crack. It’s the most daring dress I’ve ever worn, and I only have the confidence due to medical grade makeup that covers my scars.

Not that Valentino sees my scars as anything but another reason to worship my body. God, I love my husband. Even when he provokes me.

The limo stops and Valentino leads me onto the street. In the car, I had caught glimpses of decorations, but for the most part the bustling downtown roads were unusually empty. But as soon as we exit the vehicle, a piercing whistle rents the air, and people dressed in Thai inspired clothing come bustling into the streets. That’s when I get a better glimpse of the decorated buildings.

“What is this?” I whisper in awe.

Valentino wraps his arms around me from behind. “I couldn’t take you to Thailand for our date, so I brought Thailand to you.”

“But… this looks like the entire city is a miniature version of Bangkok! How did you get the entire city in on this without my office knowing?”

Valentino smirks and shakes his head. “The residents love their First Lady and were unanimous in signing up to give you something nice. Also, your office helped pull all this off. Got to love those ladies for distracting you with busy work while we coordinated everything. Now, if you close your mouth, I can show you what I have in store for you.”

He leads me to the nearby park, and I stop in my tracks. A large elephant with beautiful flowers painted along its skin stands patiently with a handler nearby. Atop its back is a blanket with an intricate pattern in red and gold. Sitting on the cloth is a double seat with an umbrella attached.

“Welcome to your city tour,” the man beside the elephant says. Tonight, you’ll see the sites of Douglas unlike anyone has ever seen.” He says something in what I assume is Thai, and the elephant lowers itself onto its knees.

Even lowered to the ground, the animal is bigger than our house, but I can’t pass up a moment like this. I’ve always thought elephant rides were more romantic than horse rides. With a lot of help, clumsy maneuvering, and trying to keep some semblance of modesty intact, I get to the top of the animal. Valentino hugs me to his side, and then we’re off.

I shriek with glee when the elephant first rises but sit in awe as we travel the downtown streets. Pedestrians roam the market stalls, street performers draw huge crowds, and the smell of Thai street food makes my mouth water.

We make many stops to sample the food. Valentino has a runner who gets the treats ready so when we arrive at the stall, they only have to hand it to us. I dig into the grilled meats and fruits, happy the heat level is nonexistent, although I would risk heartburn for good Thai food.

“Was this your brainchild?” I ask Valentino with my mouth full as we go from the bustling city center into the historic part of Douglas.

Even here, residents went all out to meet the theme. Homes received a temporary makeover to appear as some of the most ornate temples and homes through projection and scrims.

“I tell you and Tácito all the time, I know how to go all out.” Valentino spreads a blanket across our laps and circles his arm around me. “And I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to finger fuck my wife on an elephant.”

“Val—”

He cuts my protest off with a kiss that has my head swimming in the clouds. While stars begin to sparkle overhead, he uses the blanket to cover his hands’ movements.

“Spread your legs, principessa,” he growls.

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