When You Wish Upon a Cuckold

Ah, the Afroasian capital in Oromia. Here, the country's president lives the high life...

She lies, apparently alone, in bed, with her NSFWs wrapped in a sheet. She lies on her back, looking up at the ceiling...

Between her fingers, Elias lies. His cock is hard. He's less than a thousandth the size he was when she first met him...unknowingly and knowingly. She's so powerful...

"Ms. Ophir," Elias says, stuttering. "I want to watch you be with another man."

She rolls over on her side, and stares down upon him. She grabs him by his ass, moves him to the base of the other pillow, and drops him. She just can't get over how much he stumbles in her presence... And now, with luck, she's going to get to do that to him even more...

"Just out of interest," she asks him, "which man did you have in mind?"

"Preferably a man who's more powerful than you...if there is such a man."

She scoffs. "I'm a president. If there was such a man in Afroasia, he'd be up here instead of me."

He shrugs. "Maybe...he doesn't have to be Afroasian? I'm not, and I'm the one who sleeps between your thighs full-time."

She nods, and looks around. "Yes... Yes, yes, such men just might live outside our borders..."

Weeks later, a private airplane lands in Lincoln City, before an approaching limo. Its roundel is a crescent moon and Star of David...

As she lands, Ms. Ophir stuffs Elias into her breasts. From here, he can survey the action...

"I've got an earpiece in my ear," she reminds him, straightening her silver wreath. "Just message me, if you start to think this is a bad idea."

"Oh no," he writhes between her boobs, stimulating her. "I LOVE how it's going so far."

She chuckles. "I haven't met him yet!"

"Sorry. I just...can't get over you, sometimes...Frau President."

"FRAULEIN President, Elias."

The airplane lowers its ramp. The secret servants rally to it, and protect it, as their amazon attire-clad president descends it.

Downstairs, she meets President Grant II in the middle. From between her boobs, Elias stays low, and beholds the other man...

"I take it," Grant II stammers, "that you're not one of the president's bodyguards."

"I AM," Ms. Ophir tells him, "the president!"

"Of course," Grant II laments, sexually. "That's what I was afraid of."

"Powerful, my ass," Elias whispers to himself. "This guy almost reminds me of me!"

She and Grant II sit way too close together in the limo, with a bodyguard on either side. Elias can tell that Grant II can't stop eying Ms. Ophir's cleavage...

"Where were you," Ms. Ophir asks Grant II, "at my bat mitzvah?! I spent the whole night, after it ended, wanting to fuck a boy!" She points at him. "You should've been there!"

Elias shivers. He knows Ms. Ophir is supposed to stay in character; but that was a bit too much...

"Trust me," Grant II assures her, "I wish I was."

Ah, well, Elias thinks; maybe not THAT much too much...