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Tom stood in the hallway, her door closing with a soft but firm click, leaving him alone with the hum of the house. His mind spun.

<She… thinks this is our arrangement? A contract marriage, sex on schedule, insurance coverage, me as her investor?>

It was like the wish had layered a whole alternate timeline onto his memories, but only loosely tethered. He remembered—vividly—lying in bed with her as husband and wife. But he also remembered long negotiations with her, awkward talks about boundaries, receipts for hormone therapy and surgeries, blueprints he’d sketched for her “studio suite.” Both felt true. Both were real.

His cock was still sticky from earlier, his body humming from release, but under it was a deeper ache: rejection. She hadn’t even considered the possibility of them curling up together for comfort. To her, Tom wasn’t her partner, not in the way he wanted—he was a financial backer, a provider, a necessary legal husband who she still thought of as basically… separate.

He stumbled back into the living room, sat down, and stared at the muted TV. The soundproofing on her workroom was good; he could barely hear her moving around, settling into her private space. He was left alone, with only the faint glow of his phone screen.

Notifications were still popping in.

• [Congrats! Tonight’s stream broke 15K concurrent viewers!]

• [You earned $4,235.67 (net after platform cut).]

• [Reminder: schedule Sarah’s next premium show—Friday or Saturday recommended.]

His heart lurched at that. The app didn’t treat him like a husband. It treated him like a business manager. He could literally choose her next encounter. He could book Greg again. Or someone else. Or… multiple people.

Tom rubbed his face, his pulse quickening again despite the hollow feeling in his chest. He could shape her schedule, her sex life, even her public persona. She seemed happy in it—slutty, bold, confident, nothing like the cautious Sarah he knew. She thanked him for making her successful, even for “the marriage” as an arrangement.

But that word—marriage—twisted like a knife. It wasn’t what they had anymore.

He leaned back, the leather creaking under him, and whispered to himself:

“Jesus Christ… did I just turn my wife into a whore I bankroll and manage?”

The worst part was that he wasn’t horrified. He was hard again.

He returned to his room with mixed emotions. He thought about how this wasn't quite what he wanted from his wish. But this version of Sarah was remarkably sexy and willing to do things the old Sarah would have never considered. And it seemed like he had a good sexual relationship with her as well as a close friendship - just not the romantic one he had before.

He considered his options. Sex with a gorgeous camgirl who lived with him vs. having a girlfriend or wife. Perhaps that was a fair trade- it's not like things wouldn't change back in two weeks. He felt the need for some release, so he returned to his computer to continue exploring Sarah's page.

He skimmed through several of her older videos where she was just starting to figure out her routines. Even then she clearly had a natural 'talent' - some basic appeal that transcended her admittedly poor acting skills. He jumped forward and found a more professional looking vid. It was a long video of her with a pretty brunette where the two of did a whole porn scenario. Sarah played the seasoned girl guiding her more innocent friend though the experience. They sucked and fucked an older 'sugar daddy' actor together, finishing off with an extended scene of anal for each of them. Tom got more and more into it as he watched the brunette lick and finger Sarah while the guy pumped her mouth, pussy, and then her ass. Tom couldn't make it to the end before cumming himself. "Christ! I can't believe I'm so turned on by watching her like this!" he said aloud.

He closed his browser window and sighed. Of course his desktop had a series of pictures of Sarah as the background.