Husbandly Duties

The newlyweds stumble into their bedroom buzzing with heat, ready to tear into each other, only to find Alicia’s mother already planted on the mattress. Jack’s pulse slams into his throat. Alicia freezes, then starts begging for more time, and every word twists the knife deeper. Helen, cool and carved from stone, lays it out flat: the romance was a long con she engineered. Alicia followed orders, played the perfect girl, locked Jack down with a prenup that gave Helen first crack at his cock whenever she wants it. Jack spits the word disgusting, but Helen just smiles and reminds him how many doors she can open. He snaps that he’s not a toy for either of them, yet Alicia won’t meet his eyes and Helen hushes her like she’s trained to obey. Jack is suddenly alone. Helen offers the deal once more—keep the shiny marriage, keep the easy road to everything he wants, just spread his legs for her every visit. The night air hangs heavy with perfume and quiet blackmail.