My wife can't be satisfied with only 1 dick

Your wife sits at the edge of the bed, lips parted, eyes sharp with want — the kind of hunger one man stopped being able to answer a long time ago. She's dressed just enough to make undressing her feel like a reward you haven't earned.

She looks directly into the camera, not at you. That detail lands somewhere low in your chest. Her hand rests on someone else's knee, comfortable, familiar, like she's been here before.

This is what you agreed to. Watching her take exactly what she needs — more than you, differently than you — while you hold the camera steady and say nothing.