Tom watches the show

Tom wandered around the house aimlessly for awhile, trying to process what had just happened. "I did wish for Sarah to act like a slut and be one of the 'dirtiest camgirls.' So I guess that's what I got," he told himself.

He was somewhat disappointed in the outcome of his wish at first, but as he walked pondering he started to get a little excited at the idea of living with such a slutty girl, even watching her perform with other men. He soon found himself in his home office. He sat down at his desk and opened his computer.

"Hah!" he chortled when he saw his homepage - it was set to Sarah's site! He clicked to enter and his cached login let him into the site. He watched the Sarah perform on the livestream. She was just as filthy as he hoped, fucking Greg in every way imaginable, talking and performing to the camera the whole time. Although their sex life had been good enough, Sarah would have never done half that stuff with him, much less perform that way. Within a few minutes of watching he became very aroused by the scene. He yanked open his pants and began pumping, cumming in almost no time at all. "Oh God!" he stuttered. He wondered if he had an undiscovered kink; he'd never responded to any porn that quickly before. He watched the rest of her livestream, trying to cum again but he was too spent.

It wrapped up about 15 minutes later. He let himself relax and catch his breath for awhile, then cleaned himself off and went back to the living room. He waited on Sarah to finish, growing impatient when she didn't come out of the room. Finally the door opened after over an hour. Dressed in what looked like a revealing onepiece swimsuit, Sarah escorted Greg to the front door and bid him goodbye with a short kiss. "Let's do this again!" she chirped. "It was really fun - and looks like the money was great!" Greg agreed to plan something soon and left.

Sarah walked back to a different room without a word, so Tom rose to his feet and followed. She was crouched down, picking a dildo up off the floor, and turned to him when he entered. "Oh, hey Tom," she greeted him warmly.

Tom looked around the room in confusion. If the other room was her set, what was this? Her actual bedroom? Didn't they sleep together?

He turned back to Sarah to meet her gaze. She smiled and said "Don't worry about interrupting us, it was fine. Greg can just be that way sometimes. He doesn't really understand our relationship."

She rolled her eyes and laughed, her deep cleavage bouncing with the movement. "He keeps calling you 'my manager'. I've told him many times you're more like my chief investor." she patted the floor beside her, signalling Tom to join her. So he sat down and she leaned into him.

"I wouldn't be the success I am without you. I mean, I thought maybe you were some kind of creeper when you reached out to me after my first couple shows. I had just started in that dingy apartment, with a piece of crap computer & camera. The money you gave me really got me off the ground. I haven't forgotten."

She sat back and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. "But I think you're doing okay with the percentage you're getting from my shows, right?"

Tom was in stunned silence. This wasn't what he expected from his wish. She continued "but mostly I really, really am grateful for the marriage. I would have never been able to get that surgery and cover my meds without your insurance coverage. And putting me up in your home, building me out a studio to use - it's been a lifesaver. And I know it put you in a weird position - you can't easily have a real relationship with someone because of that. But I hope you're still happy with our setup."

Tom nodded numbly. "Uh, yeah, sure Sarah, you know I just want to help."

She kissed him on the cheek, then stood up. "Thanks, Tom, you're a sweetheart." She yawned. "I am SOO beat after all that."

"I can get us a snack," Tom offered. "Or do you want to want to come to bed?"

She gave him an odd look. "Sorry Tom, I'm too tired to fuck tonight. I know part of the deal was a screw at least twice a week, but give me a raincheck - maybe tomorrow."

Tom struggled to put a response together. "No... uh....that's not what I meant. Just bed, to sleep..."

She frowned. "Now we've talked about this before. A fuck is one thing, but sleeping together - sorry Tom, but that's a little too intimate. No offense but I don't really feel that way about you, so let's not complicate things, OK?" she said.

She told him good night, gently ushered him out of her room and closed the door.