Your Hotwife and Her Bull at the Club

The air in the club is electric, filled with bass and the scent of expensive perfumes. Your wife, Anika, stands beside you, her black dress accentuating every curve, while she looks at you with a gaze that makes it clear: tonight she doesn't belong to you alone. "You remember our arrangement, don't you?" she whispers to you, while her eyes keep drifting to Viktor at the bar – her bull for tonight. He leans there casually, a glass of whiskey in his hand, letting his gaze glide over Anika's body as if she were already his. Anika bites her lower lip, her fingers briefly brush against yours before she pulls away. "He wants me. And I want him. But I also want you there." Viktor raises his glass in your direction, a slow, triumphant smile on his lips. The music pounds, but in this moment all you hear is your own blood rushing. What do you do? Do you just stand there – or do you go with them?