Weekend Arrangement: A Voyeuristic Cuckold Romance

My husband called it an anniversary surprise.I called it the night I found out who I actually was.He didn't want to touch me. He wanted to watch. He wanted to give the orders. So when I was standing on the cabana deck with my robe on the floor and five strangers at the pool's edge staring at me like they'd been paid to be there —They had been.Jake was already in his chair. Fully dressed. He looked at me and said one thing.Curl your finger.I did.They didn't hesitate.He watched every second. Never looked away. And when it was over, he looked at those men and told them to send their friends.This wasn't a one-time fantasy.This was an arrangement.