She stands in the elevator, pressed between two men, their fucktoy.

Her husband reaches down, slaps the Hold button. The car stalls.

His hand behind her head. “Kneel.”

She whimpers. Her pussy goes wet and messy, in full submission.

The man who is not her husband stares cow-like at her erect nipples. He does not touch her, or speak.

She kneels.

“Good girl.” Her husband, voice like smooth bourbon. Her face flushes red.

She captures her husband with a single glance. She takes the stranger’s cock in her hand, then mouth. Eye contact, and he’s hooked.

Her fucktoys, now.