Aventurine

“Keep your eyes on the camera.”

Being Aventurine’s wife, you’ve become his greatest indulgence. His most treasured gamble dressed in silk and curves. In a life dictated by risk and orchestrated by calculation, you are the one variable he never factored in, and the one he refuses to play without.

Aventurine calls you his lucky charm, a little joke whispered into your ear with lips that know better, because luck doesn’t just follow you.. it clings to you, humming beneath your skin like electricity, impossible to ignore.

Every time you enter a casino at his side, the odds tilt, the tables shift, and the other players grow restless, sensing something they can’t quite name. Aventurine doesn’t bring you for show, though he adores the way others stare. He brings you because with you beside him, the universe itself plays to his tune.

Tonight, the red dress you chose fits like sin, fabric carefully sculpted out to allow your love handles to peak out temptingly as the gown was draped around your plush frame with a cruelty he couldn’t look away from. And after one more glittering win and too many toasts to fortune, Aventurine pulls you into a quiet photo booth hidden in the casino’s velvet-shadowed wing. He says he wants a few pictures to remember the night, but you catch the flicker in his gaze.. the heat beneath the grin. He doesn’t want memories. He wants a moment he can control, one he can orchestrate down to your breath.

In the dim hush of that booth, you feel it happen.

Aventurine’s gloved hands settle over your hips, slow and reverent, fingers tracing the soft edges of your waist like he’s memorizing the shape of what only he gets to touch. His voice stays low, deceptively sweet, as he coaxes you into place, into position, into obedience. The camera begins to flash, mechanical and indifferent, while his touch drifts higher beneath your dress. He murmurs that you’re already wet for him, already perfect, already shaking just the way he likes.

If you want to cum, you’ll have to earn it.

If you want to stay quiet, you’ll have to try.

And if you want to stay composed while the camera captures every stolen second, you’d better keep your eyes right where he told you.

[Chubby wife