The Enemy's Wife

For two weeks, Jan was watched like an insect under a microscope.

Leoni and Mia took turns. Leoni’s black van was usually parked within sight of Jan’s studio. They noted every time he left, every time he arrived home, and every extended break. Mia followed Nadja—Jan’s wife—at a distance. Nadja was in her mid-30s, slim, athletic, with long brown hair and a quiet, almost melancholic beauty. She didn’t work. Jan earned enough that she had the whole day to herself: yoga, Pilates, tennis club, charity events, occasional shopping trips. She seemed lonely. And it was precisely this loneliness that was the perfect lever.

Every other day, Leoni dropped new flyers into her mailbox. Sometimes for exclusive wellness weekends, sometimes for couples’ massages, sometimes two deliberately uncomfortable ones for prostate screenings (“For the man in your life”). And finally, a high-quality flyer for a “closed support group: Desire for Children & Fulfillment.” They all always had a large, fake QR code.

Nadja took the bait.

Thanks to a simple tracking tool, they saw her scan the code. The specially created, deceptively real website led to a “monthly get-together for women with an unfulfilled desire to have children” at a quiet, upscale bar in the western part of the city. Everything seemed serious, empathetic, discreet.

She showed up at the third meeting.

Nadja entered the bar wearing an elegant cream-colored blouse and a tight dark skirt. She looked nervous but determined. Leoni and Mia were already seated in the small group of seven “affected women”—all paid or in-the-know extras.

“Welcome,” said Leoni in a warm, deep voice, standing up. “I’m Leoni. It’s a bit quieter today, but that’s often the best opportunity to really get the conversation going. Come sit with us, Nadja.”

Nadja smiled gratefully and took a seat. After just ten minutes, she opened up. The words just poured out of her, as if she’d been waiting months to finally be able to speak.

“I… we’ve been trying for almost three years now,” she said quietly, her hands clasped around her glass of red wine. “Jan always says it’s my fault. He won’t get checked out because he ‘knows’ that everything’s fine with him. But I can feel that something’s wrong. My body… I just can’t get pregnant. And the longer it takes, the more he distances himself. Sex is just… functional. If we have it at all.”

Leoni listened attentively, nodding sympathetically. Under the table, she squeezed Mia’s thigh. Mia smiled gently and placed her hand on Nadja’s forearm.

“I’m so sorry you’re going through this,” Mia said in her soft voice. “Men often don’t understand how much this gnaws at us. Not just the desire to have children… but the feeling of not being enough.”

Nadja nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. “Exactly. And Jan is constantly busy with his work. New models, photo shoots, late nights… I don’t even know if he’s really just working.”

Leoni smiled coldly to herself. Oh, he’s working. And how.

The group talked for over an hour. Steffi and Tanja presented themselves as “former sufferers” who had finally succeeded “through special methods.” Leonie had successfully coached them. Leonie offered to invite Nadja to the “next, more intensive round”—a more private one-on-one meeting where she would also serve as her coach.

“Just the two of us,” Leoni said softly, looking Nadja straight in the eyes. “Then we can really speak openly. Even about… physical things. Techniques. Aids. Everything that helps.”

Nadja hesitated only briefly. Then she nodded. “I’d love to. I already feel understood by you both.”

When Nadja left the bar later, she hugged them both goodbye. Leoni felt her warm, slender body against her own and smelled her subtle perfume.

Outside in the van, on the way back, Leoni spread her legs in the passenger seat. Mia was driving, one hand between Leoni’s thighs, two fingers deep inside her dripping pussy.

“She’s perfect,” Leoni moaned softly as Mia slowly fucked her. “Lonely. ****. Hungry for hope. We’re going to give her exactly that… and at the same time, destroy her husband piece by piece.”

Mia curled her fingers and hit just the right spot. Leoni came hard, bit her lip, and whispered into the darkness of the car:

“Soon, Jan. Soon you won’t just lose your own slut… but you’ll also have to watch your wife give herself to us. And you won’t understand a thing.”