The Wife's Profitable Proposal

I leaned back in my leather chair, coffee cooling beside me, as Elena slid the crisp business plan across the dining table with a confident smirk. "Darling, don't look so shocked," she purred, her voice sharp and laced with wit. "I've done the research. There are plenty of men willing to pay handsomely to fuck another man's wife—right here in our home. It's the ultimate fantasy, and I've structured it perfectly."

She crossed her legs, eyes gleaming with strength and seduction. "Services? Let's start basic: a teasing blowjob for two hundred, full access to my pussy for five hundred, and if they want my ass, that's eight hundred. Add-ons like me calling you 'honey' while they pound me? Extra hundred. All filmed by you, the devoted cameraman. Legally, I'm an actor; they keep the video if they wish. Your presence? It amps the thrill—watching your wife get used while you capture every dripping moment."

I scanned the pages, heart racing. "Elena, this is... bold. You're serious? Men paying to claim you as my wife?"

She laughed, low and husky, standing to circle the table. "Oh, please. Your cock's twitching already—I can see it. Admit it, the idea makes you horny. Imagine me on my knees, sucking some stranger's cock while you film, my pussy getting wetter with each thrust. Or bent over, ass up, panting as he fills me. You'd direct the shots, wouldn't you? Make it explosive."

Her hand brushed my thigh, feeling my growing hardness. "You're turned on, admit it. This isn't submission—it's power. I set the terms, I choose the clients, and we both profit. Now, shall we test the waters?" She stripped slowly, revealing smooth skin, then pushed me back, straddling me with fierce control. "Film this, husband."

I grabbed my phone, heart pounding, as she freed my hard cock and lowered onto it, her pussy slick and dripping. "God, yes—fuck me like one of them would," she moaned, riding hard, sweating and panting. Her ass bounced with each grind, witty taunts spilling out: "Bet they'd pay double to see me come on your cock first." We built to frenzy—her strong hands guiding, me thrusting deep—until she came with a cry, her walls clenching, and I followed, cum spilling as we both gasped in shared, illicit heat.