My Wife’s Forbidden Music Tutoring

Mia Hill had just turned twenty-two.

She was a music teacher with a petite figure and delicate features, once crowned the campus belle at the conservatory.

I was ten years older, an executive at an investment bank. Years of overtime and late nights had left me looking weary and aged beyond my early thirties.

Everyone said the Hill family had struck gold when she agreed to marry me.

After our wedding, I treated her like a queen, giving her a monthly allowance of $2,800.

As the man of the house, I handled the finances while Mia only needed to stay beautiful.

Her youthful charm always drew envious glances whenever we went out.

But with the recent pandemic resurgence, in-person tutoring sessions were suspended, leaving Mia idle at home. That’s when she suggested private in-home lessons.

We weren’t hurting for money, but she insisted on earning her own income.

"Darling, with classes canceled, I can’t just sit around," she said, wrapping her arms around mine, her voice sweet and pleading. "I’ve always relied on your money, and it doesn’t feel right. Let me try private tutoring, okay?"

In-home private tutoring.

One-on-one sessions.

I worked long hours, but I’d seen enough Japanese adult films to be wary.

Especially since Mia’s students weren’t just children—many were working adults, both men and women.

Sending my gorgeous wife alone into strangers’ homes was like throwing a lamb to the wolves.

"Let’s not. We don’t need the money," I urged, noticing her frown. "Didn’t you complain last year about not having time for self-care? Take this chance to rest."

"I can’t. All my colleagues are doing it—I can’t be the exception." Mia pouted. "People already whisper that I’m just your trophy wife. I need to prove I can stand on my own!"

She wasn’t wrong. With our ten-year age gap—her in her prime, me weathered by life—our marriage invited gossip.

But we were together out of love, and I knew that better than anyone.

When I still hesitated, she pressed closer, her perfume intoxicating, her soft body melting my resistance.

"Please, darling? Private lessons pay double the usual rate."

I could never resist her. Every disagreement ended with me surrendering to her charms.

This time was no different. I pulled her into my arms, kissed her forehead, and finally relented. "Fine. But only female students. And you’ll send me photos and videos during every session."

It was my only compromise. The idea still unsettled me, but at least female students eased my mind.

Mia beamed, returning my kiss eagerly.

"Thank you! You’re the best! I’ll update you every step of the way!"

She giggled. "Don’t worry, most piano students are women. Even if a man wanted lessons, I’d never go alone."

I had another reason for agreeing—I’d invested all our savings in gold.

A decade in finance had sharpened my instincts.

Information gaps created fortunes. For the past year, I’d tracked global tensions, analyzing geopolitical shifts.

A major grain exporter’s flood season? Global food prices would spike.

Troop buildups at a disputed border? History suggested imminent conflict.

In today’s interconnected economy, war meant soaring oil, gas, and gold prices.

After ten years, I trusted my gut. Gold was set for a historic rally.

I’d been too cautious before, missing big wins. Now, I was going all in.

Gold was safety. Gold was wealth.

Even if war never came, its value held steady. No total loss.

Mia wouldn’t understand, so I didn’t explain.

Her keeping busy meant I could focus on investments.