Chapter 3

Victoria had bought thongs and bikinis as part of her influencer wardrobe. How was that any different from being naked? What the hell did she think she was doing?

I could be the most forward-thinking, open-minded husband in the world and still not approve of this. My incredibly irresistible wife in gear like that would give me a hard-on, and I was already used to seeing her naked. There was no way any hot-blooded straight man could look at her and not feel the same. We all knew that perverts already made up most of the audience.

I waited until Victoria returned from her walk, then threw all the outfits at her. "What the hell, Victoria? How the hell are you going to explain this?"

She picked the clothes up from the floor and scowled at me. "You touched my things without permission! And what do you mean, 'explain this'? I bought all of these to improve my popularity, Nolan. I'm doing my best to raise my influencer profile so I can make more money for us."

I had no problem with her earning money on her own, but I would not allow her to cross my line. The thought of my wife parading herself in front of a camera in that kind of outfit for an audience of horny bastards was too much. It felt humiliating. Insulting. I would never want money my wife earned by straddling the line between softcore porn and legitimate marketing.

"I don't care if it rakes in millions of dollars. I don't want you looking like that on camera. At this rate, I'll break your equipment and throw it out of my house," I retorted.

Victoria suddenly tugged on my arm. "Why are you mad about this, Nolan?"

She breathed into my ear. "Did you really think this was for the audience? No. Not at all. My clients sent these new samples, yes, but they were always meant for you."

She looked up at me with wide doe eyes and fluttering lashes. I felt my rage drain away as something else began to course through my veins.

"You've always complained that we've lost some passion, Nolan. Why else do you think I got these, you ungrateful boy?" she purred.

She picked up a thong and a bikini and sashayed toward our bedroom. She turned and winked. "Coming?"

My resolve faltered. I sprinted after her into the bedroom.

…

My beautiful Victoria lay against my chest while we caught our breaths.

She said softly, "I'm making so much money with this. At this rate, we could buy a new home by the end of the year… or even get you a better car. Isn't that exciting?

"I need your support on this, Nolan. I really do. Your approval and encouragement mean a lot to me. No woman wants to sell a little skin for men to ogle just for money. Believe me. I'm only doing it for you and our son.

"I know you feel bad about making me take a job like this. But I promise you, once we finally have enough to live comfortably, I'll quit for good. Sounds good?"

She craned her neck and kissed my cheek. "Be patient, my love. Soon, we'll live in a big house, and you'll be driving a really good car. I love you so much. I want to make it happen for you."

My wife had been with me for so long. She had always been devoted to me. This job was no different.

Tears welled in my eyes. "Okay, but we need to set some rules. You can't wear anything too revealing, all right? Like what you're wearing right now. These are for my eyes only."

She looked overjoyed. "Okey-dokey, honey. I always meant them to be just for you, after all."

And so her business continued.