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So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

Including this situation. Elena walked forward and sat without waiting to be told. He picked up the folder and slid it across the glass table toward her. “Six months,” he said, his voice calm and business-like. “You live with me as my wife. Attend events. Maintain appearances. At the end, you walk away with fifty million dollars. The money will be transferred immediately once the contract ends. Separate bedrooms. No intimacy. No emotional involvement. No unnecessary complications.” Elena let out a quiet breath, then pushed the folder back toward him. “No,” she said firmly. “I’m not selling myself. I’ll find another way.”

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

“Eat my pussy, you cheating slut. Lick up your husband’s cum from last night while you’re at it.” Elena whimpered but obeyed. Her tongue dove into my folds, licking and sucking. She was surprisingly skilled, flicking my clit with desperation. I ground my hips against her face, smothering her. “Deeper, bitch. Tongue-fuck the hole your husband stretched yesterday.” I degraded her relentlessly. “You pretend to be such a good wife, but you’re just a cum-hungry whore who spreads her legs for anyone. Now you’re my personal pussy eater.”

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I pull her back and want to fuck her so badly, but she puts her hands on my chest, shoving me away. "I want to taste it," she says, staring into my eyes. "Please, Eros." "Anything for my wife." She sucks me again, going in a frenzy. I groan, letting myself get lost in the moment, in my beautiful wife taking my cock in her mouth, in my filthy, lovely wife sucking me off, spit rolling from her mouth to my tip as she stares into my eyes. "Come on my tongue," she whispers. "Come for me, Eros. I want it."

Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place. "Mark, was that woman as good as you said?" "Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!" "Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!" "Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"

Page after page of explicit clauses stared back at her. No other lovers. Full obedience. Mandatory fertility tracking. Weekly health exams. And the worst line of all: “The wife shall submit to all sexual demands without refusal, including but not limited to vaginal, oral, and anal penetration, public and private displays, and any acts deemed necessary by the husband for his pleasure.” Her cheeks burned. “You’re disgusting.” Damien rose slowly, all six-foot-four of him unfolding like a predator. He circled the desk until he stood behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body through her clothes.

His finger slid lower and pushed back into my asshole, stretching me while he fucked my cunt mercilessly. Another biker stepped up and shoved his cock into my open mouth. I sucked him greedily, tongue swirling around the head. José's thrusts grew even harder, the table scraping loudly across the floor. My body trembled nonstop. I came again, gushing around his cock, my cum splashing down his balls and onto the floor. The man beneath the table caught what he could, licking and sucking at my swollen clit while José kept pounding me. José yanked my hair harder, pulling my head back until I was looking up at the ceiling. "Still think your husband will fuck you better?" he snarled.