I would rent a hotel room adjacent to an upscale shopping mall. There, she would have you strip off your clothes and tie you face down over the chair in the room, ass in the air, so she could take my belt and whip your ass so that you understood who was responsible for coming up with the concept of this encounter, and to whom you were yielding the power to determine whatever would happen. We would leave you with your wrists tied to the legs on one side of the chair, and a cord around our balls tied tightly to one of the legs on the opposite side, the chair turned so your asshole is pointed toward the door, should anyone else happen to come in before we returned. This would remind you of the vulnerability you have subjected she and yourself to.....
As we left, I would have her take off her panties and pull them over your head, so you could smell and feel how excited beating your ass had made her.
We would go down into the mall and find a shop that sold sexy little dresses. She would try on several, until we found one that barely covered that sexy naked bottom and allowed those pert young tits to tantalize any young male that crossed her path. She leaves the dressing room door ajar so that I could see her body as she trys each one.
From there I take her to a bar in the lobby of the hotel to get several drinks in her, to show her off and to encourage her teasing other men. As the look in her eye turns lustful, I ****** her out of the bar, into the elevator, where we kiss and I rub and ****** her body, and we leave the elevator for the room.
You hear the door and your ass tenses up; then you hear the her voice and her horny giggle and your dick voluntarily responses with an instant hard own. She steps over and slaps your ass hard, and says, "Damn, you do want your wife fucked by a larger dick, don't you, cuckyboy?" You don't answer, she forcefully grabs your balls, and says, "I said don't you cuckyboy?" You say, "Yes." She squeezes again, the pain so accute that you can't understand why you are still rock hard, and says, "Yes, WHAT?" You immediately respond, "Yes ma'am!" She says, "If I am going to afford you this perversion, you will pay me the respect due, understand? Now and now on. We clear?" Your response, "Yes dear, ugh, yes ma'am!", the wrenching twist of your nuts reminding you of your near wrong answer.
Is this anywhere near what you seek?