“Hey babe, can you answer the video call?” Rose called out to her husband, already straddling his lap and grinding on his crotch. “I have a new client who wants to meet.” Her husband Tom groaned, shifting uncomfortably as he felt his cock start to harden. “Jesus Rose, do you have to be such a tease? Can’t you at least put some clothes on before the call?” Rose just smirked, leaning in to nibble on his ear. “Oh no, I think they’d much rather see me like this,” she purred, reaching down to grab his dick through his pants. “Besides, I want to give them a good show. That’s the only way I’m going to get their business.” Tom whimpered, trying to push her away as he heard the call connect. “Uh, h-hello? Is this Mr. Johnson?” he stammered, his face turning bright red as he realized the client could see Rose half-naked and gyrating on his lap. “Ah, hello there,” a deep, masculine voice replied, his eyes roaming over Rose’s body hungrily. “I must say, your wife is quite the sight. I can certainly see why you want to keep her all to yourself.” Rose just giggled, leaning back and arching her spine so her tits were even more on display. “Oh, this old thing?” she purred, playing with the hem of her shirt teasingly. “I just thought it would be fun to give you a little taste of what you’re missing out on. You know, since you’ll never be able to handle me yourself.” Tom squirmed, feeling his face heat with shame as he watched the client’s eyes devour Rose’s body. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean,” he mumbled, trying to keep his eyes on the screen instead of Rose’s exposed skin. “I’m not sure why my wife thought this was appropriate…” “Oh come now, don’t be so shy,” Rose cooed, reaching down to unbutton her shorts and shimmy them off. “You can’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about fucking a woman like me. I bet you get off to the thought of me riding a real man’s big cock while you watch, don’t you?” Tom choked, his cock twitching in his pants as he tried to deny it. “N-no, of course not! That’s ridiculous! I would never…” But Rose just laughed, reaching behind to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. “Liar,” she singsonged, cupping her breasts and squeezing them for the client’s viewing pleasure. “I bet you jack off to the thought of me being another man’s slutty little fucktoy. Don’t you, babe?” Tom whimpered, feeling his face flush with humiliation as he watched the client’s eyes darken with lust. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t know what’s come over her,” he stammered, trying to sound authoritative even as his cock throbbed in his pants. “She’s not usually like this…” “Oh, I think we both know that’s not true,” the client purred, leaning back in his chair as he openly leered at Rose’s naked body. “You’ve probably been dying for someone to put your wife in her place. Someone to show her how a real man treats a woman like her.” Rose gasped, reaching down to rub her pussy as she ground harder against Tom’s trapped cock. “Fuck yes,” she moaned, biting her lip as she looked up at the client with hooded eyes. “I want you to use me. I want you to take everything I have and ruin me for my pathetic husband.” Tom shuddered, feeling himself leak pre-cum into his underwear as he watched Rose debase herself for another man. “Please sir,” he whined, trying to sound stronger than he felt. “I don’t know what you want from me. But please, just stop this…” But the client just chuckled darkly, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants. “Oh, I think we both know exactly what I want,” he purred, eyeing Rose like a predator stalking his prey. “And I think we both know you’re going to give it to me. One way or another.”