After six weeks missing, Tommy’s wife, Sandra, had come back to his life. She hugged him and kissed him in a very tender and loving moment, but Tommy felt that there was something wrong.

While he was sobbing, asking questions, “where had you been?” “What happened?” “Are you okay?”

Sandra simply caressed his face and held him close, she had a sad smile and a glint in her eyes.

Trying to reassure him she said, “It’s okay, I’m okay.” She kissed him softly, just a peck on his cheeks, “They didn’t hurt me,” she blushed, “If anything it was the opposite, but…” She looked into his eyes and tried to find the right words, “They let me go, I have…” She bit her lip, “I guess it’s easier to show you.”

Sandra took a step back and undid the bow of the dress she was wearing. Then she pulled down the zipper from the front. There was something on her skin, some sort of writing over her stomach. Tommy also noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Then she simply let the dress fall to the floor, showing off her toned belly and the tattoo that covered most of her abdomen.

It was a single rectangle, it started right under the curvature of her tits, and all the way to her mound. It had several items, all of them written in a beautiful cursive font. And decorated with a vine-themed frame that grew around her tits and down to her mound.

It read

Hand - $ 5.00

Mouth -  $ 15.00

Pussy - $50.00

Raw - $75.00

She turned around and there was a small little box there too.

Ass - $45.00

Raw - $50.00

“What is this?” Tommy tried to reach for his wife and touch her but she took a step back,

“You can’t touch me naked unless you pay.” She said.

“What do you mean?” Tommy felt like he was losing his mind, “what’s all that? What’s with those prices?”

Sandra didn’t get dress nor did she cover herself, “I… the time I was gone… they did something to my head… to my body.” She said and her hands went to her pussy, she knelt down and her fingers slid inside making her moan, “they- Fuck- They made me feel so good, Tommy.”

It was weird to hear his name from her lips, she hadn’t used his name in years, it was always darling, honey, love, or some other variation of their pet names.

“They made me feel so good,” She moaned again, “I know they charged them, when they came over, when they came over and over again.”

Her hands teased her clit and she rubbed faster.

“They told me they would let me go when I earned back ten thousand.”

Tommy tried to do the math but his mouth trembled and said, “how many-”

“Not enough.” Sandra moaned, “they are never enough.”

Tommy tried to touch her again, but Sandra batted him away, “I have to keep doing it- I can’t stop it, it feels so good.” She touched herself.

“You can pay me,” she moaned, “you looked at the menu, all you have to do is pay and you can keep me, fuck me, use me, do whatever you want, Tommy. Please?” Her eyes were watering, empty of everything but the need and lust.

Tommy took out the money and threw it at her, he was already taking his cock out.

“Thank you!” Sandra moaned and went straight to suck his cock.

It was nothing like the ones she used to give him before. Eager, teasing his balls, teasing his cock, sucking and slobbering over herself.

It didn’t take him long to find the release and empty himself all over his wife like she was a cheap whore.

Fuck, he groaned.

His wife was a cheap whore now.

Sandra devotedly took all of him, taking the cum and smearing it over herself, she seemed so delighted. Some of it fell on her hair. She pulled out a mirror from her bag and looked at herself, “I look pretty, don’t I?”

Tommy tried to say no, but it would have been a lie. That mocking smile was the sexiest she had ever been.

He caressed her face and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips.

Sandra moaned, she kissed him back and stayed like that for a moment, caressing her husband’s chest.

Then she broke the kiss and got up, grabbing her dress and getting dressed again, “I have to go now.” She said as she fixed herself.

Tommy didn’t understand, and his confusion ran through his face and body as he stumbled forward, “what- what do you mean?”

“I have to keep paying them.” Sandra said, “It’s not enough, if I want to keep feeling this good, if I want to stay with you. I have to pay them.”

Tommy pulled out his wallet and handed it to her, he grabbed her and pointed to the “pussy” word.

Sandra caressed his head, “Darling,” it was the first time she called him that, and it was with a pained sound, “I know you. You can’t go again.” She kissed his forehead, “It doesn’t work like that. You can’t just pay for it and expect me to stay.” Sandra spoke to him like he was a child, “I need to feel it, it’s not about the money. It’s about the pleasure. I am not selling my body or my time. I am buying my pleasure.” She said.

Tommy was desperate, kneeling on the floor. He couldn’t stand it.

“Wait!” He screamed as Sandra was about to walk out the door.

“I can- I can pay for that too.” He said. Desperate times.

Sandra turned around, the word pussy was just over her mound, teasing him, so cheap.

“I can call someone, I can pay. I can have them fuck you here, in front of me.”

Sandra took a step back from the door, “And you would like that?” She cupped his chin.

“I…”

She smiled.

“And you would pay for it.” She added, “to have them fuck me, they would know still, they will know that I am available and I have to tell them. They will know they can call me whenever they want and I’ll go to them, I will suck their cocks to cum like a little whore.”

Tommy’s cock twitched.

“I…”

“And you will still pay for them to fuck me when you can’t.”

“I love you.”

Sandra smiled painfully.

For that single moment she felt a bit of pain, looking at his face, but then she looked down, at his cock already getting hard again and her smile grew more earnest.

“I love you too,” she said and took another bill from the wallet, and started to stroke him, “I love you too.” She whispered into his ear.

“Now, call your friends.” she said, “and tell them what you want them to do to me, and how much you’re willing to pay for it.”

“Yes,” He moaned.

“Yes mistress.” Sandra said, knowing that it wasn’t what she was supposed to do, but it felt even better than the menu itself.

“Yes mistress,” he said and Sandra felt a shiver filled with power go up her spine.