Inviting Jessica For Dinner

But I reminded myself that the description only promised arousal, not a guaranteed fuck. It would just increase the chances of her acting on her fucking horniness if she had any for me.

I thought about it and decided to fucking buy it anyway. Who knows when this shit might come in handy in the future. I went back to Julie and hugged her tightly, drifting off to sleep with her warm body pressed against mine.

When I woke up, I found Julie wasn't in bed, so I quickly took a shower and headed to the living room. There she was, making breakfast for me. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that we hadn't eaten anything the night before. We had been too busy fucking each other's brains out all night long.

Julie turned and saw me, her face lighting up. "Jack... you're up. Come on, let's have breakfast together," she said, carrying the plates to the table. I looked at her, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. "Good morning, wife," I said with a smirk. She blushed and replied shyly, "Good morning, husband."

We dug into our breakfast, and I couldn't help but let my curiosity get the better of me. I activated the AI lens to sneak a peek at Julie's financial status. When I looked at her, the lens displayed her assets, and holy shit, she had a staggering $20 million in her deposits. Fuck, she was sitting on a goldmine, and I couldn't believe my luck.

I turned to her, trying to keep my cool, and asked, "Julie, I've been wondering, how much money do you have in your account?" She paused, put down her fork, and looked me straight in the eyes. "Jack, I have around $20 million. If there's anything you need, anything at all, just say the word, and I'll transfer the money to you in a heartbeat."

I couldn't believe how easy this was going to be. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "Julie, I could really use $15 million. I've got some plans, and I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I can." She reached across the table, squeezing my hand gently.

Her eyes were filled with warmth and trust. "Jack, sweetheart, I'm your wife. Everything I have is yours—my body, my soul, my property, my money. You don't even have to ask. Just take what you need. I trust you completely."

It suddenly dawned on me that her surrender rate had maxed out at 100, which is why she was putting me first in her heart, above everyone and everything else. She was utterly devoted to me, and it showed in every word and action. I watched as she took out her phone, her fingers gracefully dancing over the screen as she dialed the bank.

"Hi, this is Julie. I'd like to make a transfer, please," she said, her voice sweet yet confident. She already had my bank details on hand because I had previously asked her for a grand, which she had given me without any hesitation. "Yes, I'd like to transfer $15 million to the following account..." She rattled off my account details with ease, her eyes locked onto mine the entire time.

As she spoke to the bank, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. Here was this beautiful, wealthy woman, willing to give me anything I desired, no questions asked. It was a fucking rush, and I couldn't get enough of it. I thought about all the things I could do with that money, the places I could go, the people I could fuck over. The world was my oyster, and Julie was handing me the key to unlock it all.

She ended the call and put her phone down on the table, smiling at me. "It's done, Jack. The money should be in your account shortly." I reached out, taking her hand in mine and giving it a squeeze. "Thank you, Julie. You have no idea how much this means to me." She blushed slightly, looking down before meeting my gaze again. "It's my pleasure, husband. I told you, everything I have is yours."

I looked at Julie, feeling a surge of lust as I thought about her friend Jessica. I just had to have her. I pulled Julie close, hugging her tightly before letting her sink down onto my lap. I could feel my cock getting hard just thinking about Jessica. "Julie," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "Why don't you invite your friend Jessica over for dinner? I want to make her mine. "

Julie turned to me, a wicked smile on her face. She knew exactly what I was thinking. "Jack, you little devil," she teased, "You want to attack Jessica, don't you?"

I stared at Julie, seeing no shock or disapproval on her face. She didn't flinch at my confession. In fact, she seemed eager to help. "Fuck yes, I want to make Jessica mine," I growled, my cock throbbing at the thought. "And Julie, you have to help me make it happen. I want to fuck her brains out, and I need you to set it up."

Julie looked me dead in the eyes, her voice sultry and complicit. "Husband," she cooed, her tongue tracing her lips, "I'll do anything to make you happy. You know that. Today, I'll reach out to Jessica and invite her over for dinner. I'll make sure she comes home with me, just for you."

I studied her face, searching for any sign of jealousy, but there was none. Instead, her eyes sparkled with a twisted delight. It was like she got off on the idea of setting this up for me, of helping me fuck her friend. She was enjoying this, enjoying the thought of delivering Jessica to me like a gift-wrapped present.

Her eagerness to please me only turned me on more, making my cock ache with anticipation. I could feel the power dynamic shifting, and it was clear that Julie was willing to do anything to satisfy my desires.