Amber's clientele explodes

Over the next week, Tom noticed that Amber's clientele became more and more diverse, with several repeat clients coming back, all to the point where Jerome had told him that Irene, the owner of the escort service, had managed to raise her rates. Tom supposed that made sense, milk (pardon the pun) the situation for all it was worth. He noticed that the envelopes coming home with Amber in the morning was growing thicker by the day but he still didn't open any of them, simply putting it into the drawer in her dresser at first and then switched to moving it in the walk-in closet once the first one had become full. A smarter financial play, he was sure, would be to either put in a high-interest account or some other investment, money wasn't working if it wasn't doing something to make more for them, but he couldn't bring himself to touching that money. Sarah, for her part, was sure to have noticed that the envelopes weren't going anywhere but a simple wish with the coin had removed her ability to speak on the matter. It got to the point, though, he was sure she felt more than a bit frustrated as she brought home the envelopes and nothing was being done with them.

Tom didn't pay any attention to it, though, as Jerome continued to exchange messages between Irene and him, though the messages seemed to be bearing some shifting tones. At first, the conversation was simply pleasantries and for her to thank him for agreeing to Amber's participation in the porn shoot. They were in post-production at the moment so the vid would be available in a few weeks (it surprised him at the quick turn-around but, then again, what did he know about porn vids?) As always, he hooked Tom up with the exclusive in-house livestream codes for Amber's clients.

With the increased interest in her services, Amber's escort profile picture was updated...

Tom watched as she had a client who indulged in some Western rendition of a Japanese Soapland...

...even had a female client show up to do a first time with another woman, that one he had especially "watched"...

Tom, though, didn't log in after the third day back. Somehow, the novelty was still there, and he was sure that Sarah/Amber was enjoying herself...but the idea that he was becoming something of a cuckold was not easy to get rid of. In essence, he was watching his wife having sex with other men and getting some perverse enjoyment out of it. Sarah still came home with the large envelopes and he still placed them in their spot, but he didn't log back in to watch. Not that he didn't enjoy Sarah's newly found knowledge, especially when it came to pinning her against the shower and sexually restraining her in a bent over position as he took her up the ass. She never came so loudly or forcibly for him before, causing her to nearly pass out as she slumped down to the shower floor, panting and whimpering in bliss. He had saved up enough to spray her face with his cum, settling for giving her his own pearl necklace before stepping out of the shower.

It had been a few days after he stopped, though, that Sarah, coming in from her work overnight as Amber, stopped him in his tracks and looked at him. "Tom, we need to talk."

"About?"

She folded her hands across her chest and looked him in the eyes. "Not you and I, we as in you and Irene."

He stopped and looked at her with a puzzled expression and she paused, looking askance for a moment. "I'm not following..."

"Irene wants to speak with you. She said it's important and it involves your prior arrangement. She wouldn't tell me but she seems to believe you would know." Tom's continued look of the lost didn't go over her head and Sarah sighed. "Look, not for nothing, but she's not mad at you. She's concerned and a bit frightened, actually. Go easy on her, okay?"

He didn't know how to answer it back then, merely muttering something about he'll do his best, and she gave him a kiss on the forehead before she showered and left the house for her work an hour later, leaving him trying to figure out what the hell was going on. A few more moments before the sound of a car pulling up into his driveway caused him to turn his head to look and the doors opened and closed. The sound of heels clicking on the pavement warned him enough that it wasn't Sarah that came to visit and Monique, as Sarah was now her old self, was now just the bitchiest of...

"Hello Tom..."