He walks in like he owns the place, suit tight, wallet heavy, and eyes already wandering like he knows exactly what he’s buying. I let him watch me cross the room in nothing but silk, letting my ass sway, letting him imagine touching me before he even dares. Voyeur Phone Sex had always been fun over the phone, but seeing the greed in his eyes in real life? Delicious. I smile, letting my fingers play over my chest, letting him choke on the tension as I sink onto my couch, legs crossed, waiting.
He doesn’t hesitate. Hands roaming, lips hot, urgency dripping from every movement. I’m moaning low, letting him know how much I want him, how much I need to be taken like this, like the rich slut I am, only here for his pleasure… and his money. Every brush of his hands against me is payment, every gasp another tip.
That’s when I see her. At first just a silhouette, frozen behind my floor-to-ceiling window. His wife. Watching. His cheating wife. I freeze for just a second, letting him press into me harder, letting him see that someone else is getting the show for free. And then I smile, because this isn’t going to be boring. Not tonight.
Her eyes are wide, mouth parted, her breath coming faster. I can feel the shift even from here. She wants it. She wants all of it. I tilt my head back, arching against him, letting him grind into me as she watches, letting her see what it feels like to lose control without touching. But she doesn’t stay quiet long.
Before I know it, she’s at my door, slipping inside without knocking, hands grazing my skin, lips hot on mine, tasting, teasing, greedy. I laugh, wrapping my arms around her as she joins us, letting her slide between us, letting her take some control, letting her taste the chaos she always secretly craved. He’s stunned for a second, but soon he’s back at it, eager to keep up with both of us, lost in the sin, the money, the lust.
I watch them both, moaning, biting my lip, feeling their need radiate into me. This is my world: rich men paying for my body, greedy wives learning how much fun betrayal can be, and me, the slut in charge, making sure every moment is hotter, louder, filthier.
By the time it’s over, sweat glistening, silk tangled, bodies slick, the three of us collapse together on the couch, tangled, satisfied, hungry for more. The wife smiles at me, almost shy, almost proud. And I know she’ll be back. Because nothing is sexier than watching, taking, getting paid… and making everyone crave it as much as I do.
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