Despite Marlie's resistance, Chad positioned his hands behind her, ready to unfasten the zipper of her dress, securely holding her between his legs in such an intimate proximity.

"Chad, what the hell do you think you are doing?" Marlie asked in anger.

"What... what are you thinking, dear wife? I'm just helping you to change your clothes. Wasn't that your intention when you disobeyed me?" Chad whispered softly into her ear.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to take your clothes off, nothing more. ...