Would you take my Pocahontas wife to poundtown?

You can't help but stare at this cuckold fantasy made flesh — a stunning Native-featured beauty who belongs to someone else, yet looks directly at you like you're exactly what's been missing.

You feel the heat rise when you study the curve of her waist, the dark fall of her hair against bare skin, the quiet challenge in those eyes that says she already knows your answer.

You understand now why her husband asked the question — because you're looking at someone who makes possessiveness feel completely reasonable, and sharing feel like the most exquisite kind of torment.