The Other Side

Sam remained lying in bed, resigned to his new role as the “house husband.” He stared at the ceiling with a constant knot in his stomach while waiting for news from Stacy — the woman who increasingly seemed to wear the pants in their relationship.

The minutes felt like hours. He had thought about getting up, taking a shower, shaving… taking back some control over his life. But every time he tried to have a positive thought, LILA appeared to dismantle it.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated on the nightstand. The metallic sound pierced his chest like a stab wound. The slight discomfort in his stomach turned into a massive knot. That soft *ping* hurt more than a slap to the face.

LILA, who was constantly monitoring his body’s reactions, spoke with a soft, reassuring voice:

“No need to get upset, Sam. The photos are just a reminder that you are building your future together right now. Whatever happens and whatever they show, this is your home. She belongs with you. Your love cannot be broken by a few days of urban madness.”

Sam took a deep breath. LILA’s words always managed to calm him… and make him strangely docile.

“You’re right…” he murmured resignedly. “Let’s see how she’s doing.”

With difficulty, as if he had just run a marathon, he rolled across the bed and reached for the phone. He placed it on his chest, took a deep breath, and opened the first photo.

LILA:

“See? The sign says ‘I Love You’. It’s clearly a message for you, Sam.”

Sam smiled weakly.

“She looks beautiful…”

LILA:

“She looks radiant. You’re a lucky man, Sam.”

Sam:

“Well… all things considered, yes. I’m still her husband.”

Sam:

“Fuck… she looks so sexy.”

LILA:

“She has perfect tits.”

LILA:

“This close-up of her little face proves she’s a beauty.”

Sam:

“Yeah, but… I don’t know. There’s something in her look that doesn’t feel like my Stacy. It’s more… mischievous?”

LILA:

“Whatever it is, she’s happy doing it.”

Sam:

“That’s undeniable.”

LILA:

“Here comes the good part, Sam. She’s taking all her clothes off…”

Almost unconsciously, Sam pulled down his sweatpants and grabbed his already semi-hard cock.

The next photo froze his blood… and made his dick rock hard in a tenth of a second.

Sam:

“LILA… what it says on the notebook can’t be for me. It says ‘To do list: go to work, fuck me’. And down there… it says ‘cuck’…”

LILA:

“It’s just a prop for the set, Sam, all fake, she just recreating a fantasy. Nothing real. Don’t overthink it.”

He had already started stroking himself vigorously, almost without realizing it.

LILA:

“But. You can’t deny that the fantasy is turning you on… Look how much precum is leaking. You’re soaked.”

Sam:

“Now… she has something in her mouth.”

LILA:

“What are you imagining, you pervert?”

Sam:

“That’s a rubber dick or something! She’s never done that to me!”

LILA:

“A rubber dick? What an imagination you have, Sam… And if she’s never sucked yours, that’s entirely your fault. Besides, what a waste of such a pretty little mouth.”

LILA:

“It looks like she’s enjoying it, Sam.”

Sam:

“My Stacy… turned into a whore… for other men… ohhh…”

LILA:

“Are you going to cum, Sam? Do you like seeing your wife like this in front of other men?

Let yourself go… It’s okay to enjoy this. She’s happy. You’re cumming with pleasure. Everything fits perfectly, don’t you think?”