Begging to cum, another guy waiting to pound your pussy, and your husband enjoying the show. Bliss.

Your wrists are pinned, your back arched off the sheets, every nerve ending lit up and screaming for release. The word "please" keeps falling out of your mouth before you can stop it.

Across the room, your husband leans back in the chair, watching with that slow, satisfied smile he saves for moments like this — when you've completely forgotten how to pretend you're in control.

The next man steps closer, fingers curling around your ankle, patient and deliberate. You're already trembling before he even touches you properly. This is exactly what you asked for.