Mature Woman ---> Viewer's Loving Lewd Wife

...In the end, I can't stand it. That void I'm getting is driving my to distraction. Almost by reflex, I lash out. I seize the phrase 'Mature Woman' and pause. What... what do I want to put here? I want a closer relationship: I need a more intimate tie to this woman. That's what this ache is telling me - what this void is. There's something missing, where something should be, but what... what is it? I said I'd marry her.

It's the first thing that comes to mind. So... let's skip the ceremony: Reality will be our arbitrator. With some hesitation, I change the phrase to '(Paul)'s Loving Lewd Wife.' I don't want to undo anything that makes me love Penny as a woman, after all, even if I yearn to love her more deeply than this.

...Somehow, I feel like I've made the wrong choice.

The camera flickers. Penny is now clearly inside my apartment, just by the front door. What does she wait for, I wonder? Is she wanting to go outside, and pretending to beg? Is she merely teasing me through the camera she knows is there? Did I ask for her to be there?

There are too many questions and no answers. I wonder if she still goes out on calls, even though I've become her husband? I hope not. I want at least that much... but regardless, the die is cast now. This is the reality I've chosen.

Despite myself, I'd have a faint grin if my mouth could move. If nothing else, I've married the woman of my dreams right? I can't wait to see how our dynamic has shifted, now that we're something more personal than a woman and her client, however favored he was.

The thought is enough to soothe the emptiness: A spark of excitement is cast onto damp coals and slowly starts to smoulder. I can live with this. I can love this woman - I know it in my bones. And the Prompt tells me that she'll love me back.

That will be enough. It will! I'll make it so.

(submissive, viewer's loving lewd wife, slutty MILF, hyper busty, long purple hair, tidy ponytail, hands on her hips, wearing a pet-harness, cowbell, dog collar, kneeling on the doorstep)

[AN: Phrases can be changed and removed, but what is done is hard to undo. There was no retro this time. That's not his mother anymore.]