Pay-per-view porn: Cuckquean Wife 3

I browsed for a while until a title jumped out at me. The description promised a steamy look into the lives of a married couple with a very peculiar lifestyle. The plot seems to center on a man who routinely brings women home to fuck while his wife watches, but in this installment of the series he tasks his wife with selecting the woman and preparing her for him. The cast list included precisely zero names I recognized which was fine with me; it was the subject matter that I cared about.

Accepting the charge for the movie, I turned the volume up enough that Jane may have been able to hear it from the bathroom, and just lay back to enjoy and contemplate. The movie didn't waste any time setting the stage or introducing the characters beyond "husband, wife, girl from wife's yoga class." Within minutes, the man on screen was balls deep in the wife's friend while she touched herself in the background.

I could live this life, I realized, if I wanted it.

Jane wandered slowly into the room, naked and glorious. Her damp hair was clipped up on her head with one of those large toothy things. She had a curious expression on her face as she looked at the T.V. "Are... are you watching porn?"

I simply pointed to the space on the couch by my hip. "Sit. Watch. Don't interrupt."

Looking more unsure of herself than I'd perhaps ever seen her, she complied. Obeying me was quickly becoming second nature to her, which was good. I laid my hand to rest on her thigh, caressing her soft skin idly.

While Jane watched in silence, figuring out the nature of the relationships of everyone on screen, I watched her. She was a smart woman, and she quickly realized I was trying to tell her something. At one point in the film's rapid-fire series of sex scenes, while the husband was fucking his secretary I think? The wife character got angry with him for always neglecting her and forcing her to watch him fuck other women. The man, to punish her for outburst, **** her to eat the other woman's pussy while he fucked his wife in the ass until she was a sobbing, apologetic mess.

Jane was transfixed by all of it. I couldn't tell if she was excited or mortified, but I made her watch the entire scene, which ended with the secretary holding the wife by the hair to **** her to clean her husband's cock, and then the husband and secretary left the room together saying something about dinner reservations, calling to the dazed wife to be sure the house was clean.

I paused the film, expecting breakfast to show up any minute.

Jane turned to look at me, eyes slightly wide. She was breathing a little faster than usual and I still couldn't make out her mood. "Why did you show me this?"

"Isn't it obvious, love? That's going to be you. That ****, horny, submissive cuck of a wife. That's going to be you." I spoke firmly, with supreme confidence. I almost wanted her to defy me and give me a reason to punish her.