In a dimly lit room, my wife, dressed in a revealing outfit, sits nervously, her eyes darting to the door as it creaks open. A stranger, his face obscured, enters, his gaze hungry as he takes in her form. He's paid for this, and the knowledge that my wife is now a transaction, a vessel for his pleasure, sends a wave of shame through me. Yet, my cock twitches as I watch him undress her, her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening, her breath hitching as he pushes inside her, claiming what I've paid for him to have.