Tamed and Leashed My Cheating Husband Became a VIP Pet

After Chloe became a widow, she suddenly got ridiculously gorgeous. Her skin was glowing, radiant—she looked at least twenty years younger. I constantly begged her for her skincare routine, but she always dodged the question. Only after I genuinely lost my temper did she finally confess: "I just go to that dog cafe for coffee. There’s no magic secret." I stared at her, totally confused. "What’s so special about a dog cafe to keep it such a secret?" Chloe blushed, her gaze turning hazy. Her breathing hitched as if reliving something intensely intimate. "You don't understand. Inside that place... there's something that can turn back the clock on a woman's body overnight." After Chloe’s husband died in a freak accident, she developed an obsession with this trendy dog cafe. She claimed spending time with animals helped her heal from grief and forget the pain. Yet within weeks, she looked like she’d been completely reborn—curvaceous, luminous, practically dripping with feminine vitality. Jealous and intensely curious, I pestered her to take me with her. She refused every single time. Only after I threatened to cut ties with her did she reluctantly agree. At the front desk, Chloe slid a strange pink VIP card across the counter. "Is my private suite ready? Bring me the same one as last time." The stunning manager swiped the card and smirked. "Visiting so often, babe? How was it? Felt good, didn't it?" Chloe blushed, fidgeting like an embarrassed schoolgirl. "It was... wild. Felt incredible, and my skin has never looked better." The manager glanced at Chloe’s plunging neckline and advised: "You definitely look different. But don't overdo it. Your body needs rest, and you can't wear him out either." Chloe nodded, taking her card to lead me inside. Right then, the manager rushed over and blocked our path. "Wait, both of you together? No way. That’s an extra five thousand dollars." My jaw dropped in disbelief. "Five grand just to pet a dog? What kind of dog costs five thousand a session? Even a male escort wouldn't charge that much!" The manager raised an eyebrow, sizing me up from head to toe. "First-timer? Can your body handle it?" Chloe turned around, her eyes sweeping over me before lingering on my curves with an odd look. "She should be fine. She might look petite, but she knows her way around the bedroom." A wicked grin spread across the manager's face as her eyes boldly wandered over my chest. I frowned, deeply uncomfortable. Their conversation was dripping with heavy sexual innuendos. Part of me understood, but part of me refused to believe it. What the hell was inside that VIP room? Before I could ask, a deep, guttural bark echoed down the hallway. It sounded massive. I’d been terrified of large dogs since childhood, and my feet immediately froze. Paying thousands of dollars just to be terrified by a giant beast? No way in hell. After a quick hesitation, I refused to pay the extra fee and chose to wait in the lounge. Still, curiosity clawed at my chest. Once Chloe slipped inside, I sneaked down the corridor to eavesdrop at her door. Moments later, Chloe’s voice drifted through the crack—sweet, breathy, dripping with seduction: "Don't be in such a rush to lick... At least let me take my clothes off first..." In response, there was only heavy, ragged canine panting.My brain short-circuited. I knew Chloe was sexually liberated, but this was insane. What she said sounded wildly inappropriate. This was a dog cafe. The room only held dogs, and VIP entry was strictly one person at a time. So who was she stripping for... to taste her? The more I thought about it, the sicker I felt. What if she was doing something depraved she’d regret for the rest of her life? Hesitating for a second, I raised my hand to knock. But before my knuckles touched wood, the manager grabbed my wrist. "Sorry, honey. Without an access pass, regular guests aren't allowed in this hallway." My throat constricted. Questions burned on my tongue, but I didn't know how to voice them. What if this was just Chloe's dark, private kink? Calling her out would be exposing her most shameful secret. Swallowing my words, I obediently returned to the lobby. I petted a golden retriever by my feet, but my mind was trapped in that VIP room. Was it just my imagination? Aside from the panting, I swore I heard faint, breathless female moans. A long time later, Chloe emerged. Compared to when she went in, she looked even more gorgeous—curves pronounced, skin luminous. Anyone walking past couldn't take their eyes off her. Something felt terribly wrong, yet I couldn't put my finger on it. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, haunted by the sounds from that room. Marcus wasn't home yet. His phone went straight to voicemail every time I called. Just as panic began to settle in, Chloe sent me a photo on SnapChat. It was Marcus, his arm wrapped around a strange woman, checking into a boutique hotel downtown. Rage consumed me. I called Chloe, and we stormed the hotel together. When I kicked the door open, Marcus was holding the woman's long legs up, thrusting into her like an animal. Blind with fury, I slapped him across the face twice. Marcus shielded his naked mistress with his body, shouting at me with words that pierced like daggers: "Instead of screaming at me, look in the damn mirror! You're bloated, haggard, and ugly! Just the thought of sleeping with you makes me want to puke!" Thank God Chloe was there. She held my trembling shoulders and whispered softly: "Daisy, stop arguing. Leave him. A tainted marriage is worse than being a widow." Drowned in grief, I failed to notice the chilling, twisted smirk creeping onto Chloe’s lips. After that night, our marriage shattered completely. Marcus left signed divorce papers on the kitchen counter and moved into his mistress's apartment. The betrayal tore my heart to pieces. Hopelessly codependent, I couldn't accept it. My brain spiraled into finding ways to win Marcus back. But with my faded, exhausted looks, how could I compete with a fresh twenty-something girl? Suddenly, that dog cafe flashed into my mind. The place that promised overnight youth.Desperate to be beautiful again, I begged Chloe to take me back. Remembering the heavy panting behind that door made my heart flutter and my skin crawl with dark curiosity. "What is actually in there? Are you petting a dog, or... something else?" I trailed off, my cheeks burning. Chloe sighed, leaning close to whisper in my ear. Suddenly, the front door swung open. A glamorous woman strode inside. "Same as last time. Bring me two of your strongest." The manager beamed, stepping forward. "Well, looks like your stamina is improving! And you look stunning!" The woman giggled behind her hand, blushing deeply. "Honestly, your place feels better than any man. Give me the biggest size you have—the strongest ones!" She trembled with giddy excitement, lust practically dripping from her eyes. "Got it, got it. You won't be disappointed." An hour later, the woman walked out looking like an entirely different person. Her skin was so radiant it looked wet, dripping with youth. The manager gasped in awe. "Damn, how many rounds did you go? Did you drain them completely dry?" The client smirked, sliding an American Express Black Card across the counter. "Swipe whatever you want. Buy them some prime supplements. Set up the exact same configuration next time. I loved it." The manager couldn't stop grinning, rapidly typing a massive sum into the card reader. I caught a glimpse of myself in the lobby mirror—sallow skin, puffy eyes, dark circles. Compared to that glowing woman and Chloe, I looked repulsive. No wonder Marcus cheated on me. Envy and desperation flared inside me. I yanked out my debit card. No matter how much it cost, I had to experience this miraculous anti-aging secret myself. I shoved my card across the desk, demanding a VIP suite. The manager smiled knowingly. "What size are you looking for?" I glanced at Chloe’s hourglass figure and tiny waist. Obviously, the bigger the size, the better the results. I pointed at Chloe. "Give me whatever she gets." The manager chuckled cryptically. "Her tastes are way too rough for a beginner. Since it's your first time, let me pick a gentler one. If something happens to you, it's a headache for me." "You have to understand... its anatomy is very unique... there's..." She leaned close to whisper the last part into my ear. Hearing it, my whole body felt like it caught fire. I had suspected something dark, but I thought she was just being provocative. They were actually doing this for real... Seeing my stunned expression, Chloe acted like it was no big deal. She rubbed my arm gently. "Don't be scared. I was just as terrified on my first visit. But once you taste it, you'll be hopelessly addicted. No human man can ever compare to that feeling." I inhaled sharply, torn by internal conflict. This crossed every moral line I had ever held. Seeing my hesitation, the manager offered: "How about this? Pay first, and I'll give you a quick tour. A few clients are in session right now." "That way, you can pick the exact size you want." I swallowed hard, morbid curiosity overtaking my dread. I agreed. Standing outside the first VIP door, piercing cries of female pleasure mixed with agony leaked through the cracks. Anyone who had ever had sex knew exactly what was going on in there. Beneath the moans, however, were guttural, rhythmic dog growls. The manager slid open a tiny observation window on the door. Even though I thought I was mentally prepared, what I saw made my jaw drop.