Daphne POV

After dinner, Daphne and her husband sat in their living room, relaxing, sipping their after dinner wine. She was reading a book about making the best choices for your goals in life, while her husband just sat, admiring her. And why wouldn't he, she mused to herself before going onto the next chapter of her book.

Her long blonde hair, currently up in a ponytail with a stray lock dangling in front of her face, a popular hairstyle of his first wife. Her bright blue eyes, the same colour as his second wife's, shone with intelligence hard-earned by years of study. Her full, pouty lips, that she took care to touch up with makeup to always remind him of the last time they were wrapped around his cock, he did so love it when she agreed to give him a blowjob. Her smooth, flawlessly tanned skin, deliciously toned, long legs, with her large D-Cup breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her breasts were her one cosmetic alteration, the rest was genetics, working hard in the gym, and plenty of sun whenever she went out to hang on his arm or remind him she was what he had to come home to. So far, she felt she made the right choice on D-Cup, despite how often her husband not-so-subtly hinted at going up a few sizes.

It was late and they weren't entertaining guests, so she had on a white dress that was more conservative than most of her day to day outfits, but did show a modest amount of cleavage.

She didn't love her husband, and she was smart enough to know he knew. He was more like an investor to her, the better he looked with her on his arm, the more money she could use to raise the profile of the company she worked for. They worked a lot with Virtual Reality and interactivity across the different forms of hardware used by different groups. She wasn't the founder, but her work was getting her attention. She just needed more funding. Funding she got by being a Trophy Wife.

She did wish she'd done a more thorough check on her husband beforehand though, specifically his porn searches, as he had some wants she wasn't willing to demean herself doing. He brings her out-of her thoughts when he suddenly moves behind her.

"I've got a little present for you, sweetie." He says gently, smiling, and asks her to sit forward, brushing her ponytail aside. She she smiles, as he would want her to over any shiny bauble he bought her, always happy to get presents from her husband. It always preceded a new request that sje could use to negotiate getting more money over.

He puts a choker around her neck and closes it, it's an all-metal band, and she panics for a moment when the locking mechanism engages, it might be some tracking device hidden in jewellery.

She is about to ask when he raises what looks like an older model of phone and activates it. The heart-shaped gem on her new choker lights up, and she remembers nothing-

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• Libido; 0 > 69, new default 55 set
• Inhibitions; 83 > 15
• Independance; 79 > 31
• Rule homewear restrictions (control choker and "high heels")
• Rule wardrobe choices ("Bimbo Trophy Wife") with clothes shopping restrictions ("slutty" and "revealing" prioritised)
• Rule Pleasure Restrictions (Husband's Permission to Climax) with sexual pleasure cumulative build (Warning, with this in effect and libido default set above fifty, "Daphne" will be unable to reduce arousal naturally)
• Rule Cum Addiction (set to maximum, "cum dependency") with bonus on Husband's cum

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The heart-shaped gem on her new choker lights up, and she blinks in confusion for a moment before her eyes move towards his crotch, where her wonderful husband has his amazing cock out. She immediately drops down on all fours, crawls over to him, kisses his erect cock, looking up at him with more lust in her eyes than he'd ever seen before.

"Mmm so yummy! My favorite flavour!" Daphne sucked her husband's cock with an enthusiasm she hadn't felt in her entire life. Sure, she'd given plenty of blowjobs in her life, from school to college, to the workplace. Usually as a reward for when a man did something nice, like better grades, preferential treatment, etc, or if she wanted something from him.

But it was always just a means to an end, just going through the motions. This was different. As soon as she saw that cock, she could imagine the taste of cum, and she had to have it! She distantly remembered she'd always spit whenever someone came in her mouth, but as she feverishly bobbed her head up and down, she couldn't imagine her husband's spunk going anywhere but down her throat.

She sucked hard on it, moaning in genuine pleasure as she did. One hand cupped her husband's balls, stroking his sack, while her other hand went down to cup her aching pussy. This was something new, something powerful, something uncontrollable. And it felt amazing! Licking all along her husband's pretty sizable length as it slid in and out of her mouth, Daphne savoured every bump and curve, every bulging vein, the shape of the head. In short, she tried to commit every delicious detail of it to memory. She needed it. It was the only thing that could give her what she needed.

Her enthusiasm for husband's was eventually rewarded with his hot, delicious cum. As his hot, sticky baby batter blasted the inside of her mouth, she slurped down every drop, sucking harder, massaging her husband's balls, trying to urge every drop of it, she wanted to drain him dry of cum. It filled an aching emptiness in her she'd never noticed before.

"Dance for me and I'll have a reward ready for you." Her husband offered his dazed and horny wife. Daphne grinned dopily and rose to her feet and with loud clacks, she stood waiting for him on the table. Smirking, he turned on a music player. It was some bass track, no lyrics.

The throb of the music seems to synch with the pulsing throb of Daphne's wet cunt as she shakes her body for her husband. She tries to remind herself how the girls danced in the pornos she caught him watching. While she loathed them at the time, now she was thinking she'd need to watch them the next time her husband was out in order to figure out the best ways to make him cum.