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I sat there, listening to her, and felt a mixture of lust and burning jealousy welling up inside me.

Leonie, that blonde slut, had managed to do in a single night what I’d never been able to pull off with my wife. She’d stripped my wife naked in the movie theater, made her come multiple times, and pushed her so far that she ended up in a cheap porn movie scenario: “Either the police or suck a dick.” And my wife had gone along with it. Really gone along with it.

I was jealous. Really jealous.

That could have been my plan. My game. Instead, it was Leonie who had chased my wife through a movie theater hallway in stockings and topless, and then made her come in the bathroom afterward. My wife still felt guilty. She looked at me uncertainly, waiting for a reaction.

I gently stroked her cheek and said calmly, “You should text Leonie today. Tell her you’re doing fine. That you don’t have any problems at home. That you actually… feel really good. And that you’d love to go on another little adventure with her.” She blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes. Really.” I gave her a crooked smile. “But please be a little more careful this time so you don’t end up naked with a stranger’s cock in your mouth again.”

I laughed softly, but I saw the sparkle in her eyes. That telltale, horny sparkle. She wasn’t just relieved—she was already hungry for more.

“Okay…,” she whispered, biting her lower lip. “I’ll text her.”

As she picked up her phone and started typing, I sat there, staring at her still slightly flushed cheeks and thinking: *Leonie… you have no idea what you’ve just started.*

I wanted that blonde slut. I wanted both of them. And eventually, I would get them. But it was still too early for that. First, my wife had to pull this Leonie deep into this new, depraved game. First, Leonie had to get addicted to it. And then… then I’d take what was rightfully mine.

My wife sent the message, put her phone away, and looked at me. Her hand slowly slid over my thigh, right onto my pants.

“You’re really not mad?” she asked softly. “No,” I replied, pulling her toward me. “I’m horny. And I want you to keep going.”

She kissed me deeply, almost gratefully—and I tasted that faint, strange aftertaste again.

How I would have loved to fuck her, but I just couldn’t. Even though the story was so hot, I didn’t get an erection. Maybe I need to see a doctor. It’s definitely the stress and those damn blue balls from Mia.

Speaking of Mia.

She’d completely gone off the grid. No messages, no calls, no USB stick with new photos. As if she’d vanished into thin air. I’d heard almost nothing from Leon either—just a brief note via Telegram:

“Get ready for a night shift. Big shoot. Really hot photos. It’ll bring us a lot of money. You’ll get a fair share. Get ready.”

I didn’t give a shit about money anymore. I’d had enough. I wanted only one thing: Mia. Her small, firm body on my lap. Her wet slit rubbing against my cock. Her cheeky comments while she teased me.

I sat in the studio that evening, editing a few old shoots, watching the hidden videos I’d secretly taken of her—how she slid all over me with her bare tits, how her lips wrapped around my cock, how she gave me that innocent “don’t touch” look. My cock only got half-hard, but it felt empty without her. The only thing that reminded me of her was the coconut drink she’d left in my fridge.

Then, one evening, a message from Leon finally arrived:

“Next weekend. Friday night through Sunday morning. Big event. Three locations, lots of girls. Mia’s coming too.”

Then I leaned back, stared at the last photo of Mia on my screen—her laughing, topless, with my cock between her tits—and smiled darkly.

Finally, things were moving forward.

At the same time, I kept my wife Leonie nice and warm.

On Thursday evening, the day before the big weekend with Leon and Mia, I sat down with her on the sofa, stroked her thigh, and said very calmly:

“Listen… I have to work this weekend. Leon has set up a really big shoot, Friday through Sunday, night shift. I’ll hardly be home. So I thought you might as well use the time to meet up with Leonie.”

She looked at me with wide eyes.

“You mean… I should do something with her again?”

“Yes. And this time, a little more than last time. Take her to the lake. Splash around in the water, get each other wet… You could ‘accidentally’ let her top slip down, play with her tits, stroke her a bit underwater. That’s a nice, casual start. And if you’re still in the mood afterward, you can continue on the beach or in the car.”

My wife blushed, but I saw that exact horny gleam in her eyes.

“Is it really okay if I do that?”

“More than okay. It’s important to me that you have fun. And that you build a real, solid connection with Leonie. I want her to get addicted to you. Because eventually… I want you both together. All night long. Hard. No limits.”

She bit her lip and nodded slowly.

“So this is all about you again. Fine,… I’ll text her.”

I pulled her close, kissed her deeply, and whispered in her ear:

“And I want to hear every dirty detail afterward. Every moan, every finger, every tongue. Got it?”

“Yeah… got it.”

On Friday morning, she drove off. I stood at the window and watched her get into Leonie’s car. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see Leonie. My wife was wearing a light summer dress—no bra, skimpy panties, just like I’d told her.

While I was getting ready for a night of work with Leon and Mia, my wife was already sending me the first messages:

“We’re at the lake. Leonie looks so hot…” “She just kissed me underwater and touched my tits…” “…she’s licking me… I’m about to come…”

My cock throbbed dully all day, but it just wouldn’t get really hard. What a fucking mess. Mia was supposed to be here in 30 minutes.

I popped a Viagra—one of the strong ones I’d gotten from Leon’s dark web shop. If he knew I was popping his pill right now to finally fuck his own little Thai girl properly, he’d probably flip out.

I opened the first photos Leon had already sent me. A pool party. Two women were splashing around naked in the water while a dozen men stood around watching. One of the women looked familiar—a bit older, red hair, hot body. Probably one of the models I’d worked with before. Now she was right in the thick of things.

I sat down at the computer and started working. The men’s cocks had to be bigger, harder, shinier. I zoomed in close, redrew the veins, added shine and droplets.

Fifteen minutes to go. I looked down. Still nothing. Half-hard. Shit.

Five minutes before the time was up, I started to panic. I popped a second Viagra. Better too much than too little.

Mia texted: “I’ll be a few minutes late ”

Thank God. I wasn’t even close to being ready.

As I kept working on the photos—the men groping the women’s tits, the women kneeling in the pool and sucking dicks or giving titjobs—I got hornier and hornier inside. The thought that my wife was splashing around in the water somewhere with Leonie right now and was probably getting fingered just made it worse. But my dick stayed stubborn.

Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to jerk off while staring at the photos. And sure enough… I came. But without a proper erection. Just a weak, unsatisfying cumshot. My cock stayed small and shriveled in my hand.

Right at that moment, the door opened.

Mia walked in.