A Promotion for Her Husband 5.1

"I couldn't help coming back, darling! You don't understand! He..."

"What the hell is there not to understand?!"

"No, please, let me finish. I won't be able to otherwise." She moved closer to her husband and placed her palms against his chest in a gesture of intimate trust. "Forgive me. I cheated on you." The words came out in a single breath, and she froze, gazing into the eyes she knew so well, as though expecting a bolt of lightning to strike her down at any moment. But Anton merely clenched his teeth. "He... Boss took me when you left... I fought him, I swear! But he was stronger. He overpowered me like a kitten. I couldn't even move, and... Antosha, he went inside me! Please, forgive me."

"Cheated? Just once?" Her husband narrowed his eyes.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her head. "He threatened me... us. All our loved ones. I was so frightened. That's the only reason I came back. You wouldn't even let me get a word in edgewise back then."

"You came back, and straight into the hammam with a bunch of men?"

"But they..."

"What happened in there?"

"You heard." She spoke sheepishly, biting her lip.

"I want to know. I have to know!"

The young woman hesitated, trying to find the right words to soften the blow. Then her wandering gaze caught on a twitching cock poking brazenly out from beneath the folds of a bathrobe, like a shameless gatecrasher eavesdropping on their conversation and clearly waiting for her to tell the whole story.

"At first, they just caressed me," she began cautiously, keeping a close eye on her husband's reaction... and that of his "partner." "For some reason, everyone likes my breasts. But they didn't stop there. Their hands were everywhere: my waist, my ass, my thighs... and between them, too. And once they realized I was sufficiently... ready, they bent me over and entered me from both sides."

She swallowed and continued, her lips parched, looking her husband straight in the eye.

"One went in here." A delicate finger traced the lower crease, parting her folds and smearing the white mess oozing from her depths. "And the other went in here." The same finger rose to her mouth, spreading the sinful slickness across her swollen lips.

His wife approached him in tiny, cautious steps and reached for his shaft, which immediately twitched toward her like an affectionate kitten, pressing its head against her hand.

"Did they bend you over, or did you bend over yourself?" Anton asked quietly, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I... bent over myself. Boss said I had to put out. For anyone who wanted me. Otherwise..."

"It. Was. A. Game. You. Idiot!" The man forced out each word, struggling to contain his roaring fury. At the same time, he yanked his snake out of its tender embrace. It nearly hissed at its owner in indignation.

"What game?" His wife stared at him, dumbfounded.

"A role-playing game! It's included in the package. Called No Means Yes."

"That can't be. How do you know? You didn't hear him! It wasn't a game at all! It couldn't have been a game. I..."

"He told me himself. Had nothing but praise for your acting talent and... quite a few of your other qualities."

The young woman took a step back and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Why... why didn't you tell me?"

"You should've been the one to tell me. I sent you home. Why did you come back?"

"I'm sorry. I was afraid..."

"That's enough! Leave. Now!"

She glanced toward the coat racks, approached her fur coat hesitantly, then turned back.

"Darling, maybe... maybe we could leave together now? There's only about an hour left. It's just... so much has happened. It would be a shame to waste it all, wouldn't it? Every extra kopeck helps."

"What the actual fuck do you mean, a kopeck?!" Anton roared, unable to believe what he'd just heard.

"Everything that could happen has already happened. Think about it." She cut him off. "Everyone's drunk now and... spent. What's the point of rushing? We'd only draw attention to ourselves and invite unnecessary questions. How are you going to explain my absence?"

The man was so outraged he nearly choked, but he never got the chance to reply. The changing-room door flew open, and a hulking figure appeared in the doorway.

"Oh, Antosha, have you seen my phone?"

"Huh? No."

"Where the hell did I put it?" the boss mused, scanning the room. "And what are you two doing in here all alone? Cheating on your wife?" He waggled a finger at the devoted family man in mock reproach.

"How about I give it a ring? Something's bound to start playing somewhere," his subordinate snapped irritably. Adjusting his glasses, he made several sharp movements across the screen of his gadget. "There. Have a look around the rooms..."

The man looked up, but Boss was already gone. So was his wife. Anton stood frozen, phone in hand, his face a picture of utter bewilderment. A familiar chanson tune, playing somewhere nearby, finally snapped him out of his stupor. Completely at a loss, he walked over to the locker holding the outerwear and pushed the hangers apart.

"Mikha? What are you doing in there? This is for outerwear, not underwear. And why do you have Boss's phone?" the manager asked in astonishment. Then the realization hit him like a punch to the gut: he'd heard everything!

Sweat broke out across his forehead. The incident with Sanek came rushing back to him. His brain went into overdrive, replaying every single word that had been spoken.

"Anton, let's make a deal. You never saw me, and I never heard that Maria Alekseyevna is your wife. Deal?"

"But... we never mentioned being married... How do you know her patronymic? Who the hell are you?!"

"I'm an extraterrestrial. And all of this is a virtual location. We're conducting an experiment here."

***

Following Mikhail into the banquet hall, Anton found two couples dancing to a slow tune, swaying around the floor. The hall was half-empty. The guests were already growing tired of all the fun and had scattered across the grounds. Some, meanwhile, were still taking their time over drinks and conversation... The atmosphere was perfectly ordinary. Almost. The gentlemen were, after all, holding other men's wives against them, their bodies completely naked. Though after everything that had happened, it was hardly shocking anymore. Anton shuffled his feet for a moment, then sat down at a table and simply watched the couples, lost in thought.

Sveta danced gracefully. She gazed up at her partner and followed his steps with a keen sense of rhythm. She neither pulled away nor pressed herself against the other man, maintaining a perfectly appropriate distance for this kind of dance, only occasionally tickling his hairy chest through the open front of his robe with her long nipples.

The second couple, however, were simply shuffling slowly in place, wrapped in each other's arms, occasionally turning without even managing to stay in time with the music. His wife had her arms around her partner's neck and pressed her entire body against him. She had never danced so intimately, not even with her own lawful husband. The stranger's hands rested on the curve of her slender waist, just a little lower than propriety allowed, drawing her pelvis against his groin.

Anton could have walked over and taken his wife away. By force, even. But he simply couldn't find the right words. He had long since forgotten how to choose them, because they had learned to understand each other with barely half a word. Now, though, every possibility crumbled in the face of his wife's inexplicable new behavior. After all, she no longer had a single reason to keep playing this game.

During another clumsy turn, the young woman spotted her husband over her partner's shoulder, but made no attempt to pull away. She did, however, smile at her beloved and adjust the stranger's hands somewhere behind her back. Anton let out a barely audible breath. Maybe not all is lost yet? But when the couple turned again, his face twisted with pain. This time, his subordinate's palms were kneading the tender globes of his wife's buttocks. She had turned her back to the onlooker and was resting her head on the other man's shoulder, completely carefree.

Anton was suddenly desperate to spit on the floor and just leave. Leave the hall. The sauna. The city. The... He even jerked as though about to get up, but at that very moment Boss burst into the room in his usual whirlwind fashion and immediately began barking orders.

"Quit pawing the whores around the table! Take them somewhere else, anywhere you like, even outside, just not here!"

The guys didn't argue. It would have been pointless anyway. But neither did they bother taking the girls anywhere, apparently having had quite enough of them for the time being. Sveta's partner gallantly kissed her hand and, thanking her for the dance, trudged off toward the billiard room. Her wife's cavalier couldn't be bothered with such formalities. He simply peeled the young woman off himself, gave her a smack on the ass, and left the room. The well-bred lady reacted to this kind of familiarity at once... with a coquettish smile. Anton wasn't even surprised.

Their eyes met. She didn't look frightened or embarrassed. Quite the opposite: there was a new challenge in her gaze. He needed to stand up. Walk over. Say something. And he knew perfectly well that this conversation would be the final one.

"Antosha, give my phone another ring, will you?" Boss asked. "Where the hell did I--"

The man let out a sigh of relief and pulled out his phone. A familiar vibrating buzz came from somewhere near the floor.

"There you are! Why the hell aren't you ringing?" Boss grumbled, picking up the gadget. "Oh, look at that. The tattoo guy's messaged me. He'll be here soon."

"What tattoo guy?"

"I told you. He's going to brand the girls. We'll register them with the organization before someone else snaps them up. Good merchandise. They're a little short on experience, mind you. But that's what independent escorts are for. The main thing is they're willing to learn. We'll teach them the rest."

"I haven't even collected the information yet," Anton remarked indifferently.

"You're taking too long! You're losing your edge, and once you start losing that, it won't be long before you lose your status, too." Boss's expression darkened, but he quickly softened again. "Relax, I'm only joking. Why so tense? Margot filled out the profile herself. Both hers and Sveta's."

"Who did you say?" His subordinate nearly sprang out of his seat.

"That Mashka girl." The boss grimaced. "Honestly, I can't stand these aliases myself. But they seem to love wearing masks. They think changing their names makes them anonymous, never mind that they're splashing their faces all over half the world... I've got people who can dig up all the information they need from a single photo."

"And... and she entered the information herself? All of it?" Anton went pale. "Even her husband?"

"No. She left out her husband, but we have her home address. We'll find him."

"Maybe we shouldn't do this today? Not in front of everyone. That foreign guest might not understand. Besides, our time is nearly up."

"The foreign guest is fast asleep. Couldn't handle Russian hospitality. As for everyone else, they'll just see an ordinary tattoo artist. And I extended our time, too, at Margot's request, as it happens. The girl's all fired up. She can sense she might change her mind tomorrow, so she's in a hurry..."

"Boss, why did you even need to order in outside prostitutes when you've got your own?"

"Your own are your own. Other people's are sweeter. Besides, I wanted to see how you'd wriggle your way out of this one. Always such a stickler for doing things right... Truth be told, I had two girls standing by, ready to go. Didn't believe you'd manage it. But, as always, you found a way to surprise me."

***

Anton sat in the lounge, trying to figure out what the right thing to do was. He was no longer worked up or raging. Instead, a bleak, indifferent apathy had settled over him. From one of the rooms came the unmistakable sounds of sex and female delight, but the man didn't even bother checking whose pleasure was so overwhelming. His inner world resembled an abandoned house, once cozy and warm, filled with happiness and security, but now empty and lonely, overgrown with mold and cobwebs.

Sveta plopped down beside him. So, it was his wife they were fucking after all... Margot, that was.

"How are you holding up?" The girl touched her friend's arm sympathetically, but quickly withdrew her hand when he turned his head toward her and looked at her with dull, indifferent eyes. "It'll all work out, Antosha. None of this is real." As if to prove her point, a woman's shrill, almost howling scream came from behind the door.

"Why?" the man asked quietly.

"What?"

"Why did you do that to me? Back there, by the showers. You deliberately kept me there."

The girl looked away.

"I was trying to protect you." She fell silent for a moment. "It was a stupid way to go about it, obviously. I panicked when I saw you."

"Protect me from what?"

"Well, what would you have done? Now you're hearing the truth. Does it make you feel any better?"

"What happened in there?"

"Why do you need to know?" his friend asked after a pause.

"I have to know. I need closure."

"I understand..." She hesitated. "Well, she went in to wash herself. Her legs were covered in cum... that much is obvious. And we were... well, we'd just had sex, too." The girl's account came out haltingly, as she struggled to find the right words.

"Did they force her?"

"Not really. They hadn't even wanted to. They'd only just finished with me. But Masha started flirting, offered to give them a back rub and... more. Then I went out so I wouldn't get caught up in anything else, and there you were..."

"I see."

"Don't blame her. Those pills can mess with your head in all sorts of ways. Though I suppose it's not exactly your head they affect..." She gave a weak smile. "At first, I nearly lost my mind myself. I was throwing myself at the guys, can you imagine?"

Anton's head jerked up.

"What pills?"

"You didn't know? I thought she'd told you..."

"Sveta!"

"Flibanserin. A female aphrodisiac."

"Fuck! Sveta!" Anton sprang to his feet and began striding around the room, his face flushing as the blood rushed to his head. "Oh, Sveta, what have you done?!"

"You should've seen her back then. When you left, they had me on my back here almost immediately, but I was ready for it. She, on the other hand, was grabbed by Boss and dragged into a room. I heard her screaming. She fought him. At first. Then... well... the sounds changed. She came out looking like a zombie, as though she couldn't see anything in front of her. Do you know what it's like when someone... takes you without any warning? You don't want it, but he forces his way into you. Without your consent, too. It breaks you. It was painful just to look at her. And all this time, you thought she was cheating on you? That wasn't her. None of this is real. None of it happened. It never did. Whose words are those?"

Anton sank helplessly onto the sofa and tilted his head back. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, but an uncertain smile emerged on his face. In the silence that followed, the woman's moans could once again be heard distinctly from somewhere nearby, now tinged with a hoarse rasp.

"How many pills did you give her?"

"Three, so they'd kick in faster."

"How many was she supposed to take?"

"Well, I took two, but I took them beforehand. They lasted me right through to the end."

"Don't get your hopes up," his friend said with a crooked smile. "Our new Margot persuaded Boss to extend the session."

"What? Why?"

"That's what you get for taking three pills. Why, indeed..."

Sveta pouted.

"Why Margot?"

"Oh, that's a great mystery, but she'll tell you herself, I'm sure. You two are friends, after all." The man's voice turned sarcastic.

"Antosha, please don't be angry. I meant well. Honestly, she was terrifying to look at back then." Sveta gazed thoughtfully at the robe bulging around his crotch, then continued hesitantly. "Well, why don't you take me instead? You'll feel better. Even things out a little. It's not as though I'll be any worse off for it."

"What a sacrifice," he muttered under his breath.

"Well, it's not really much of a sacrifice, actually. I've been in love with you since we were kids. You know... first love and all that." The naked young woman, who'd already been thoroughly fucked several times that day, blushed like a virgin and shyly lowered her face.

"I know," Anton replied, somewhat calmer now.

"And you never said anything? I suffered, you know."

"You're kidding, right? I was already an adult, and you'd only just started wearing a bra."

"Yeah, that's true. Only I wore padded bras to give myself some shape." The girl giggled. "Nothing was growing for ages. And even now, look..." Sveta turned toward her friend and got onto her knees on the sofa, thrusting her breasts almost into his face, clearly fishing for a compliment. "There's not much to brag about."

"Have I ever told you that you have sexy tits?"

"You have. But you never got around to touching them." With that, the girl shyly took her friend's hand and, keeping her eyes fixed on his, slowly pressed his broad palm against one of her breasts.

His fingers instinctively closed around the soft mound. A faint shiver ran through her body, and the would-be seductress gave him a tentative smile.

"Like it?" She giggled. "I've imagined asking you that so many times. But there was nothing to show back then, and then you found Masha, and I found Oleg."

Instead of answering, Anton wrapped his arms around her delicate body and drew her to his lips, immediately suckling on her prominent nipple. Sveta gasped, clasped her arms around her lover's neck, pulling him even closer, and passionately threw back her head, closing her eyes in bliss. A strained moan of pleasure escaped her tender, parted lips, a sound unlike anything she had uttered all day.

The man's hands roamed from the nape of her neck to her ankles, caressing her graceful neck and slender shoulders, exploring every crevice as he greedily mapped every hidden corner of her petite body. Sveta gladly welcomed his touch, offering up whatever part of herself he desired. His faint stubble scratched pleasantly against her delicate skin, and she melted beneath his caresses, writhing in his embrace. Losing her balance, she fell backward onto the soft sofa.

Anton hovered over her like a hungry beast studying its prey. The scene hung suspended in a delicate, uncertain equilibrium.

But not for long.

Watching every flicker of her childhood friend's expression, the girl began to spread her slender legs slowly apart. She didn't stop. Her thighs opened until she was nearly doing the splits, then rose higher and higher, until her ankles were level with her ears. The mound between her swollen lips jutted out like a solitary igloo in a snowy wasteland.

The eternal modesty personified, a girl who had always hidden herself behind baggy clothes, now longed to be wanton, shameless to the point of self-abasement, utterly available to him. She wanted to turn herself inside out if that was what it took to show him more, to reveal everything a respectable married woman was never supposed to show, and in every last detail. She wanted to intensify that intoxicating sensation of intimate shame and helpless exposure.

"Take me, please," Snow White whispered, barely moving her lips.

As if entranced, Anton slowly traced his cock along her slick cleft, unable to bring himself to take that final, irreversible step. His friend lay before him, so open, so defenseless. She was entrusting him not merely with her body, but with her entire self, without holding anything back.

Memories of what had happened so recently rose in his mind...

***

"I'm an extraterrestrial. And all of this is a virtual location. We're conducting an experiment here."

Mikha pulled the most solemn face he could manage, but a moment later he burst out laughing.

"You should've seen your face!" the guy howled. "You wouldn't see anything like that even in a movie!"

"Who. The. Hell. Are. You?!"

His colleague abruptly stopped laughing and fixed Anton with a heavy, unyielding stare. The pressure of it made the man actually recoil. The fun-loving, fetishist Mikha had suddenly transformed into a cold, intimidating stranger. Anton swallowed. An unnatural silence fell over the room. Even the noises from behind the door had ceased, as if on cue.

"Captain Valdeev, criminal investigation operative. And as you can probably guess, I'm undercover here. So don't go running to Boss and raising the alarm just yet. You'll land yourself in trouble, and you'll put your wife at risk, too."

"The FSB?" Anton mouthed soundlessly.

"Oh, for fuck's sake... What is it with everyone and the FSB? The regular police can do a thing or two as well." The officer grimaced. His tone softened slightly, but his gaze remained just as sharp. "Your Boss isn't in the same league as the security services. He's way too small-time for that."

"Boss? Small-time? He's a big shot. A steel magnate, practically an oligarch."

"Right. A big shot. Of course." Mikhail smiled. "You should've heard the laughter when I told the guys how this little pimp had been putting on such airs in his own outfit. A guy like that can't possibly be a real criminal kingpin. The steel magnate part, sure. He got lucky back in the day. Managed to wrest control of a business without making too much of a mess of it, and survived the process. He could've stopped there, like so many others did. They survived the meat grinder of the nineties, managed to make something of themselves, and that was that. They went legit and settled down to a quiet life. We don't even need to bother with people like that. But some folks just can't live without risk. Maybe they miss the adrenaline rush or something, so they start pulling the same old stunts again. That's how we gradually reel them in. Your Boss really is setting up an escort agency. Only he operates without any limits. He uses coercion, and there's plenty of other nasty shit going on, too. Right now, we've got a genuine chance to catch him red-handed."

"Wait. What's going to happen to the girls? We need to get them out of here."

"Don't you dare!" Mikhail tensed. "We need evidence of an actual crime, or we'll just spook him and blow the whole operation. Anton, this is far more serious than you realize. The fact that he's decided to recruit them right here, in person, is a stroke of luck. The whores... Oh, sorry... although..." He hesitated briefly. "We don't need them as suspects. They can go down as victims. But if you spook him, we'll have no choice but to treat them as prostitutes and use them to work our way up to Boss."

"As victims? That means exposure, the media... This is my wife and my friend! I won't let you drag them into this!" Anton backed toward the door.

"Wait!" Mikhail considered the situation. "All right, let's put it this way. We really only need one of them. Take your wife and leave. We'll forget she was ever here."

"And Sveta? She's married. What if her husband finds out...?"

"She came here of her own free will!" the policeman snapped. "Your wife was forced into it. Sveta came here to make money! So here's the deal: either Sveta alone goes down as a victim, or both women go down as prostitutes. The choice is yours."

"How much time do I have?"

"Until the team gets here. That's your deadline. If you don't make it, that's on you. The team will arrive as soon as the recruitment is complete. Don't drag your feet."

Anton fell silent, thinking.

"Do you have ID?"

"Sure. I keep it in my bathrobe so I can show off to my colleagues and the whores." Mikhail smirked, but seeing the disbelief on Anton's face, he continued. "All right, hold on. Here." He showed him the screen of his phone.

The photograph showed a group of unfamiliar people in uniform, but one face was unmistakably recognizable.

"Is that enough?"

"Yes. But... why were you stealing underwear?"

"Who'd suspect a fetishist of being a cop?" the policeman grinned, then began to recite:

Для хорошего актёра нет плохих ролей.

Ты сегодня Буратино, завтра -- Бармалей.

(*Pavel Plamenev, "Counterintelligence Officer")

(*A good actor finds no role too bad to play;

Today you're Buratino, tomorrow Barmaley.)

***

"Anton? What are you..." a familiar, astonished voice called out.

Dragged back from his memories, the man turned around. His wife stood in the doorway of the relaxation room. She looked, to put it mildly, in a sorry state. Semen was everywhere: trickling down her legs, dripping from her chin onto her breasts, hanging from her nipples, smeared across her swollen lips, parted in astonishment. Even her disheveled hair contained whitish clumps. Her eyes were wide as she stared at her husband, who was still hovering over his female friend. She shook her head in disbelief.

Behind her, a succession of thoroughly satisfied males began filing out of the room. One. Two. Five! The last gave the girl a sharp slap on the ass, but she merely swayed her hips without taking her eyes off the couple on the sofa.

Anton, meanwhile, was looking at her, trying to recognize the woman he loved beneath the coating of another man's cum. The sight merged with the screams he'd heard coming from behind the door. His imagination conjured vivid images of the positions in which five of his colleagues had taken turns fucking his princess. His fingers clenched hard around his friend's thighs. His whole body jerked, and a jet of semen sprayed across the girl. Her face. Her breasts. Her stomach. Sveta could only let out a frustrated wail.

Distracted as he was, Anton caught a glimpse through the doorway leading to the bathing area: his wife's bare bottom, with its gaping black hole, disappearing around the corner. She'd gotten her share, too.

The man panicked and bolted after the woman he loved.

She stood beneath the warm shower, staring thoughtfully into space.

"How could you?"

Anton was taken aback by her sheer nerve.

"Could do what? Five men just fucked you. And who knows how many before that!"

"That's different." The girl turned to face her husband. "You brought me here yourself. I had to play the part of a whore for the sake of your promotion, and everything that's happened to me is your fault. What reason did you have to cheat on me? And Sveta is your friend's wife, too."

"That was your idea!"

"You're the man. You could've put your foot down. But you didn't. You like watching this, don't you? Don't even try to deny it." She raised a hand as her husband drew breath to protest. "I've seen everything. Starting with when the Chinese man... You forget I'm a doctor. Ejaculation without physical stimulation is abnormal in an adult man. It's a pathology. A fetish. And I've been watching you ever since. It turns you on when other men make love to me."

"You've gone insane! Make love to you? I love you! They fuck you, so call it what it is! Stop and think about what you're saying. These aren't even your words. They're borrowed phrases from the internet, as though someone uploaded a whole database of feminist talking points into your head. Just as stupid and incoherent as the rest. What's next? You're going to tell me you fucked all those men just for my sake?"

"Not just for you." The girl fell silent, then admitted it. "I... like it, too. You want honesty? Fine. Maybe that's for the best." The aristocratic young woman hesitated, gathering her courage. "You're right. There's no logic to any of this, only emotions. Very powerful ones. It's like... it's difficult to describe. When Boss entered me, I felt something inside me crack. I was frightened and humiliated, as if something irreversible had happened--as though I'd lost my virginity all over again. I felt helpless and degraded. He wanted me, so he took me, without asking what I wanted or whether I agreed. My head was a complete mess. I don't remember how I ended up in the shower. I came to my senses when someone started soaping my breasts. My first thought was to run, but then I remembered what Boss had said, and I... bent over. Can you imagine? Me. Right here, in this very spot. I turned my back on the man, bent over of my own accord, and waited for him to decide when he felt like using me! And it was incredible! It was as though a wave of ice had swept through my brain. I'd never experienced anything like it. I was shaking. But not from the cold or from fear. The only thing I was afraid of was that he'd simply walk away, leaving me feeling rejected after I'd offered myself to him. Somewhere in the back of my mind, part of me hoped nothing would actually happen. But when he finally entered me, I nearly came from sheer relief and some wild, depraved feeling. Every barrier that had surrounded me my entire life came crashing down. I realized I could do anything, because what responsibility could there be when nobody had asked my permission or even bothered to find out what I thought? They simply took what they wanted. I felt like a real woman. Men made the decisions for me, and all I had to do was obey without thinking. That sense of being allowed anything, of being utterly depraved... I was screaming as if the whole sauna could hear me. Screaming because another man's cock was pounding into me. There was only one thought tearing at my consciousness: I was cheating on you. You'd already come back, and you'd hear me, walk in, see everything. And that thought made me scream even louder."

Anton listened with his mouth hanging open, but didn't interrupt. At last, he had the chance to hear the truth from the source herself. And Margot kept talking, as though something inside her had finally burst open.

"Ever since then, I've been terrified you'd find out and I'd lose you forever. I really do love you, Antosha. So, so much. I swear I do. But at the same time, I wanted you to find out. To see it all. It was as though my mind had declared war on my own womanhood. I tried to leave several times, but something always stopped me, and I carried on. At first, I never threw myself at anyone, but I knew for certain that I wouldn't refuse, even if you were standing right there beside me. The desire frightened me and excited me at the same time. And I wanted it much more than I feared it.

"Remember when we first arrived and Alexander started groping me? I nearly lost my mind with fear. And at the same time, I wanted so badly to hint to you that, technically, I was naked underneath... but I didn't dare. I was shaking all over with shame and arousal. From that moment on, I wanted you to catch us so badly. I wanted that torment to end. When you saw me naked after the steam room, I thought, that's it, everything's going to be settled now. But you decided otherwise. You even gave me my panties back. Oh, the shame! Just imagine: my own husband had found the underwear another man had stripped off me. I was so ashamed that I deliberately lost them at the first opportunity, hoping you'd find them again and scold me.

"And then there was the table. I was so frightened when the Chinese man reached inside my robe in front of you. I simply had no idea what to expect from you. Yet at the same time, I wanted them to strip me, lay me across that very table, and fuck me one after another right in front of you. When he bent me over and exposed me, I couldn't believe what was about to happen before your eyes. Standing there in front of everyone, I felt like a humiliated wife, and at the same time, I was trembling with anticipation. He entered me, and my whole world exploded. The dream of an idiot came true: my husband had watched me being fucked in public. At that moment, I wanted every single man to come over and have a taste of me.

"That wasn't a hysterical fit at the end. It was an orgasm. The strongest one of my life! And yes, it tormented me, because I understood that I might never be able to give up those sensations. But then I saw your reaction, and I realized I wouldn't have to give them up after all. You like it, too. So I tried provoking things myself, right in front of you, when we were sitting at the table. God, those cowardly little office meerkats infuriated me! I was practically offering myself to him, I could feel he was hard, and yet he was afraid of Boss. I even had to crawl under the table and work on him with my mouth before he finally got the nerve. You didn't notice a thing, but it was wonderful anyway. Everyone was watching, paying me compliments, and I was dancing on a cock. Alexander, whatever else he may be, certainly knew how to put everything in its proper place."

Anton listened to this confession, no longer trusting his own sanity.

"You arranged things with him, too?"

"No. I was surprised myself. I was even glad that everything might resolve itself without me having to do anything. But he went too far with what he wanted. The most important thing for me is having the man I love beside me. Without that, it all loses its meaning. Without you, I'd simply turn into a whore. But you like it when other men fuck me, too. Don't deny it. I've been watching you for a long time. It's your fetish, just as it's mine. It's perfect. We could be happy together. And you really could share me with your partners. I'll do my best, I promise! Just let me sleep with other men sometimes. And we'll change my wardrobe, too..."

"What the hell are you talking about? Can you even hear yourself? What fetishes? We're a family. A happy family. And this isn't you!" Anton's eyes widened. "Actually, it really isn't you! It's the pills. Sveta told me. You took triple the dose. You're a doctor, for God's sake. Think about it. The effects will wear off tomorrow, and you'll remember everything. Imagine how you'll feel then. Don't make things worse. Let's just get out of here, right now."

Anton spoke in a rush, his voice full of urgency, shaking the girl by the shoulders. But she merely lowered her head thoughtfully.

"They'll be here soon..." He had been about to tell her about the imminent raid, but seeing the dazed look in his wife's eyes, he changed his mind. "Remember our evenings together. There's a series waiting for us at home. Remember, we never finished that episode? And we wanted to get a kitten, too... We were happy. We will be happy again. We just need to leave."

"Maybe you're right... about some things," the girl began cautiously, choosing her words with care. "But one thing remains true: I'll never forget those orgasms. And you aren't on pills, either. You came twice just from watching me. Deny it as much as you like, but it's a fact. Can you really live without those emotions yourself?"

"There are no emotions!"

"Then let's put it to the test." The girl raised her head defiantly. "One more time. I'll give myself to someone else right in front of you. You just came, didn't you? If you don't get aroused, I'll leave immediately, and we'll forget this whole thing ever happened. But if I see a reaction, you'll let me sleep with other men from time to time. Men I want, men who want me. It doesn't matter. You won't object."

Anton simply closed his eyes and stood there for a while, as though shutting himself off from everything around him. He took out his phone, checked the time, and sighed.

"All right. But let's get it over with quickly. Ten minutes, and that's it."

"Fifteen!" the girl exclaimed, practically jumping with excitement.

"Fine. But not a minute longer. Then we're leaving. Immediately..."