His wife's pleasure is his own.

The Champion's Gambit – A Triumvirate of Corruption

The phone’s shrill ringtone—some obnoxious classical piece Arianna’s husband had programmed to remind her of his "cultured superiority"—cut through the thick, humid air of the office like a scalpel.

"I-I can't do this... M-my career, my image, our marriage! D-Damn you Stefano, why does it feel so fucking good!!" Another mental echo, it seemed the haughty blonde bitch valued her job much more than anything else...

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

*Glock!*

Arianna’s perfectly manicured hand hovered over the receiver, trembling with the aftershocks of her throat’s brutal violation. Her ice-blue eyes, still glazed with the hypnotic fog of Stefano’s command, flickered between the phone and the thick, spit-slick cock currently pistoning into Emma’s eager mouth.

"Answer it," Stefano's deep baritone thundered in his arrogant boss' mind, his rough fingers tangling in Emma’s dark hair, driving the Filipina intern deeper onto his length. "And remember—speakerphone."

Arianna’s throat worked around a silent protest, her luscious redlips—still swollen from being stretched around Stefano’s girth—parting in a shaky exhale. But the Osiris ring’s power was absolute. Her finger stabbed the answer button with mechanical precision.

"Arianna?" Councilman Sforza’s voice crackled through the speaker, crisp with the impatience of a man used to being obeyed. "I’ve been waiting for your call. The board meeting starts in twenty minutes, and I need those acquisition papers signed before—"

A wet, obscene gagging noise interrupted him.

Emma’s throat convulsed around Stefano’s cock, the exotic beauty's nose buried in his pelvis, her tear-streaked face a portrait of mindless devotion.

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

*Glock*

The sound echoed through the office, amplified by the phone’s microphone.

A beat of silence.

Then—

"Arianna... What the hell was that?"

Stefano smirked, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles, savoring the way Emma’s tongue fluttered helplessly against his shaft. "Tell him," he murmured, his voice a velvet-wrapped threat.

Arianna’s breath hitched. "I-I’m… approving a promotion," she managed, her smoky contralto hoarse from ****.

"At ten in the fucking morning?" Sforza’s tone sharpened. "Who else is in there with you?"

Stefano’s free hand slid up Arianna’s thigh, his claws pricking through her stockings delving in the voluptuous milf's fat ass. "Tell him the truth, Arianna."

The compulsion hit like a tidal wave.

"Stefano Bianchi," Arianna gasped, her body betraying her as her hips jerked toward his touch. "A-And Emma Ramos. From archives."

Another wet, sloppy schlick as Stefano pulled almost entirely out of Emma’s mouth, only to slam back in to the hilt.

"O-ohmygod, it's... It's hitting the back of my throat!! F-Fuck!" Another soul fragment, it seemed someone was enjoying being used like a fleshlight.

The Filipina’s eyes rolled back, her fingers scrabbling at his thighs, the young trainee's moans muffled around his girth.

"What the— Arianna, are you—?!" Sforza’s voice cracked with something between outrage and disbelief.

Stefano chuckled, low and dark. "Councilman," he drawled, his voice dripping with false politeness. "So glad you could join us."

The Cuckold’s Education – A Lesson in Power

Silence.

Then—

"You." Sforza’s voice dropped into something dangerous. "I know your name, Bianchi. You’re the poor bastard who got fucked over by Enrico Monta—"

Stefano smirked,

"Who’s currently fucking your wife’s throat while her intern... My personal assistant cleans up the mess?" Stefano finished, his grin widening as Arianna whimpered, her cunt dripping at the crude description. "Yes. That’s me."

Another pause.

Then—

"P-Put me on video call."

The demand hung in the air, thick with perverse curiosity.

Arianna’s breath came in shallow gasps. "M-Marco, you can’t—"

"Now."

Stefano laughed, a rich, dark sound that vibrated through Emma’s mouth. "Oh, this’ll be fun." He nodded toward Arianna’s laptop. "Do it."

With trembling fingers, Arianna opened her husband’s video link. The screen flickered to life, revealing Councilman Marco Sforza—mid-fifties, silver-streaked hair, a face carved from marble and privilege—seated in his city hall office. His crisp Armani suit stretched around his belly and the gold Rolex showcased his family's affluence, yet his eyes—the cuck's eyes—were locked onto the screen with something far more primal.

"Well, well," Stefano murmured, angling the laptop so Sforza had a perfect view of Emma’s spit-smeared lips stretched around his cock, Arianna’s ruined makeup, and the growing wet patch on her skirt. "Looks like the Councilman wants a front-row seat."

Marco’s jaw tightened. "Arianna. E-Explain yourself."

Arianna opened her mouth—but Stefano’s claws dug into her inner thigh, drawing a sharp gasp. "She doesn’t need to explain," he purred. "Your cheating whore-wife's body... Those sinful curves are enough to give you a show."

To prove his point, he dragged Arianna forward by her fake blonde hair, jamming the mature sexy lady's face-first into Emma’s sloppy blowjob. The two women’s lips brushed against each other around the incubus' throbbing shaft, their tongues tangling in a perverse kiss fueled by Stefano’s dominance.

Sforza’s breath audibly hitched.

"You like this," Stefano realized, his grin turning feral. "You like seeing your pristine wife degraded. Was that why you married her? Because you knew, deep down, this blonde arrogant slut was born to kneel?"

The councilor didn’t deny it. His fat fingers flexed on his desk, his knuckles whitening.

Stefano laughed. "Damn, Marco. You slimy little cuck."

The Intern’s Initiation – A Permanent Position

Emma moaned around Stefano’s cock, her dark eyes fluttering open to meet Arianna’s. The Filipina’s lips were swollen, her mascara running, the young woman's usually neat bun unraveling into messy strands.

"P-Please," she whimpered, her soft contralto wrecked. "Let me… let me taste her too, she is so hot."

Stefano arched a brow. "Oh? You want to share, Emma?"

Emma nodded desperately, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up Arianna’s spit-slicked chin.

Arianna shuddered, the once arrogant boss' protest dying in her throat as Stefano’s claws traced the line of her jaw. "You heard her, bitch," he murmured. "Your intern wants a taste."

With a rough yank, he pulled Arianna down to Emma’s level, their faces inches apart.

"Kiss her."

Arianna hesitated—but the Osiris ring flared, its corruption slithering into the blonde voluptuous milf's mind, erasing the last shreds of resistance.

Their lips crashed together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling, saliva mixing as Emma eagerly lapped up the remnants of Stefano’s cock from Arianna’s mouth.

Sforza groaned on-screen, his hand inching toward his belt. A massive boner straining against the cucked bastard's pants.

Stefano smirked. "Looks like we’re all getting a promotion today."