Jeff sat back in my chair, chest still rising and falling, sweat glistening on his skin, a smug satisfaction radiating from every part of him. Nicole remained on her knees before him, her lips still parted, her face covered in streaks of his release—his final signature on her. Her hand had slipped from his softening cock, now resting limply in her lap, her body quiet, trembling slightly in the aftermath.
She looked dazed.
Beautiful.
Ruined.
Jeff exhaled, then turned his head toward me with that same smirk he'd worn from the beginning—like every step of this had been his plan. And now, I was deep in it. We both were.
“Travis,” he said, casual and cruel, “grab your phone again.”
My fingers twitched around it. It was still in my hand. I hadn’t even realized I’d kept recording. My thumb hovered over the screen, the device suddenly heavier, hotter.
“Take a picture,” he said. “Now. Just like that.”
Nicole looked up at me, eyes wide and uncertain. She didn’t say no. She didn’t wipe her face. She stayed still—waiting.
“I want you to remember this,” Jeff continued. “Not just in your head. But forever. Her on her knees, marked. Owned.”
My throat tightened as I slowly raised the phone, framing the image. Her eyes locked on mine—glistening, flushed, vulnerable—and then, slowly, she nodded.
I pressed the shutter.
The sound of the click filled the room like a gavel falling.
But Jeff wasn’t done.
“Now,” he said, leaning forward, his voice darker. “Post it.”
My eyes snapped to his.
“Our page?” I asked, voice barely there.
“Hotwifenicky,” he said, grinning. “She shut it down, but we both know it’s still out there. Bring it back. Let them all see what she’s become. What you let her become.”
Nicole’s breath caught. Her chest rose. Her lips parted—but again, she didn’t say no.
And me?
I stared at my phone… trembling.
Because part of me was already logging in.
The soft hiss of the jets bubbled around us as Nicole and I settled into the spa beneath a blanket of stars. The kids had finally gone to bed after a long day of soccer games, fast food, and car rides filled with music and laughter. Everything had felt almost… normal.
Except it wasn’t.
Not between us.
The silence now wasn’t comfortable—it was weighted, suspended between us like fog that wouldn’t lift. My arm rested along the edge of the spa, and Nicole was just close enough for our shoulders to touch. But not quite.
We hadn’t talked about her visit to the office.
Not after it happened.
Not last night, when we’d had sex—brief, urgent, too fast. She’d kissed me like she was trying, like she was still mine. But her eyes didn’t close the same way. Her hands didn’t cling. It had ended quickly, both of us laying in silence, the space between us in bed louder than anything else.
Now, under the stars, soaking in the heat, it was finally unavoidable.
Nicole drew in a quiet breath and glanced at me. Her hair was damp from the water, clinging to her neck. Her cheeks were flushed—not from the heat, I realized—but from something deeper. Guilt. Conflict. Need.
“I didn’t plan for it to go that far,” she said quietly.
My heart tightened. I stared straight ahead, not wanting to force her eyes. “But you went there,” I said, just as quiet.
She nodded. “I… I told myself it was just to see your new office. But I knew that wasn’t the truth.”
Her voice trembled slightly, but she didn’t stop.
“I wanted to see him. Jeff. I didn’t expect…” She trailed off, pulling her knees closer to her chest under the water. “But the way he talks to me. The way he looks at me, takes charge. The attention. It’s addictive.”
I stayed quiet, the words landing heavy and sharp. But I needed to hear them.
Nicole continued, her voice more fragile now. “It’s not just about the sex, Travis. It’s… what he brings out of me. I feel wanted. Exposed. It’s scary and intense and…” Her voice broke. “It’s like he dominates every part of me—and not just me.”
She looked at me then. Really looked.
“He dominates you too.”
The words hit like a gut punch. I wanted to argue. Deny it. But I couldn’t.
Because she was right.
I didn’t just let it happen. I didn’t stop her. I’d watched. I’d helped.
And I couldn’t pretend it hadn’t turned me on.
“I know,” I whispered. “And I don’t even understand it.”
Nicole moved closer then, cautiously, her hand resting gently on my chest. Her voice softened.
“We’re in something we can’t undo, Travis. I don’t know where it’s going. I don’t even know what we are right now.”
Her eyes searched mine, filled with worry and tenderness and something else—something darker. “But I need to be honest with you. That part of me? That part he sees?”
She paused.
“I don’t think it’s going away.”
The silence returned—but this time, it wasn’t avoidance.
It was truth.
And we were both finally standing in it.
Nicole’s hand lingered on my chest, her fingertips lightly tracing over the rise and fall of my breath as if she was unsure whether to comfort or confront me.
“Did it go too far?” she asked softly, eyes searching mine. There was no accusation in her tone—just the tremble of a woman trying to make sense of the storm she was now part of.
I swallowed hard, the heat of the water doing nothing to ease the weight in my chest.
“It’s all too far,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “Every part of it.”
She didn’t pull away. She didn’t argue.
Instead, she tilted her head slightly, lips parted, and said, “But you didn’t let go.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“When he stood between my legs,” she said gently, “when Jeff was right there… you didn’t let go of me, Travis. Not even for a second.”
Her voice was calm, but it cut deep—because it was true. I could still feel the phantom sensation of her skin beneath my hands, the back of her knees pressed against my palms, her legs spread open while he stepped forward, his cock hovering at her entrance.
I had been the one holding her there.
And I didn’t move.
Not even when I saw what he was about to do.
Not even when I knew how close he came to crossing the final line.
A shiver passed through me, involuntary, despite the heat of the spa. My arms sank into the water, resting uselessly at my sides as the memory surged in vivid clarity—the wet heat of the office, Nicole’s trembling thighs, the glint in Jeff’s eye, and the breath both of us held when the head of his cock brushed against her folds.
I could have stopped it.
I should have.
But I hadn’t.
Because some part of me—dark, desperate, hungry—wanted it to happen.
Nicole’s eyes stayed on mine, watching the realization settle in.
“You were curious,” she whispered. “Maybe more than curious.”
I couldn’t speak. Not yet. The shame was too sharp, and the truth too undeniable.
But I didn’t deny it.
And that silence… said everything.
Nicole’s eyes stayed locked on mine as the silence between us stretched—thick with truth, shame, and something neither of us wanted to name.
Then, slowly, her hand slid down beneath the water.
I felt her fingers brush along my thigh, then wrap around me.
Hard. Fully. Achingly aroused.
Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, but the look in her eyes shifted—curious, searching, as if she needed confirmation for what her hand already told her.
“You’re hard,” she said quietly. Not judging. Just… trying to understand.
I turned my head away, shame burning through me like fire. “I know.”
She didn’t pull her hand back. “You’re turned on… by what he did to me.”
I flinched.
She wasn’t wrong.
My heart thudded, loud and uneven in my chest. “I don’t want to be,” I said, voice cracking. “But I am.”
Nicole’s thumb brushed along my length beneath the water, not stroking—just holding me, present with me in the confession.
“I hated it,” I continued. “Every second of it. Watching him touch you. Watching you give in to him. The way he looked at you like you belonged to him. Like I wasn’t even there.”
She nodded slowly. “But you didn’t stop it.”
“No,” I admitted. “Because part of me… part of me wanted to see it. Wanted to see you. That side of you. But I never thought it would go that far.”
Nicole leaned in slightly, her voice softer. “And if it had gone further?”
I turned back to face her, my voice strained. “I don’t want him to fuck you, Nicole. I don’t. Everything he’s done already… it’s too much. It’s already too far.”
She didn’t answer, just let that truth sit between us. Her hand stayed on me, grounding me in the contradiction.
“I’m torn,” I whispered. “I’m sick with jealousy. But I’m aroused too. And I hate that I don’t know what I want anymore.”
Nicole moved closer, her lips brushing my shoulder, her breath warm.
“We’re both in something we don’t understand,” she said. “But at least we’re still in it together.”
Nicole rested her head gently against my shoulder, her hand still cradling me beneath the water, not moving—just there, connecting us through the heat and the tension we could no longer pretend wasn’t real.
After a long silence, she let out a breathy, almost bewildered laugh.
“It’s insane, isn’t it?” she whispered. “That he—Jeff—of all people… did this to us.”
I nodded slowly, staring out at the dark silhouette of the backyard fence, the stars reflecting in the still surface of the spa. My voice came low, hollow. “He’s… disgusting.”
Nicole lifted her head to look at me again. “He’s vulgar. Loud. Always bragging. Always pushing. He’s crude, Travis. He’s so far from the kind of man I ever thought I’d even notice.”
I met her gaze, bitter irony twisting in my chest. “And yet here we are. He walks into a room and suddenly we’re both doing things we never thought we would. Saying things. Wanting things.”
She nodded slowly, lips parted. “He’s overweight. That beer belly. That stupid smirk. The way he talks like he owns everyone.”
“I hate how much control he has,” I said, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice. “Over you. Over me. Over this entire dynamic. Like we handed him the keys without even realizing it.”
Nicole's brow furrowed. “And the worst part? It wasn’t just about him being bigger or louder. It was… how sure he is. How unshakable. Like he never doubted we’d give in.”
I nodded, shame rising again in my throat. “He saw it in us before we did.”
Her fingers flexed around me slightly. Not sexual—reassuring. Grounding.
“It’s not about him,” she said after a moment. “Not really. It’s about what he woke up in us. That power exchange. The risk. The exposure. The rawness of it all.”
The silence returned for a few moments, but it wasn’t heavy anymore—it was reflective, shared. Nicole’s head rested on my shoulder again, her hand still tucked beneath the water beneath mine, both of us soaking in the heat, the steam, and the strange sense of closeness that had emerged from the wreckage.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
About that moment.
I cleared my throat. “Can I ask you something?”
Nicole looked up, her eyes soft, cautious. “Of course.”
I hesitated. “When you… when you rimmed him…”
Her eyes searched mine, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t flinch.
“I saw you,” I continued, voice quieter now. “You put your tongue in his ass, Nicole. You were… moaning. You were stroking him like you were starving for it.”
Her face flushed with color, and she nodded slowly. “I know.”
I stared down at the water, feeling my pulse in my throat. “That’s something so decadent, so taboo. Something I never imagined you’d do for anyone. Not even me.”
Nicole looked down for a moment, then back up at me. “I didn’t imagine it either. Not before.”
“Then why?” I asked, not accusatory—just broken, curious, aching to understand.
She chewed her lip for a moment. “Because in that moment… I wasn’t thinking about what I would or wouldn’t do. I wasn’t in control. And I think I wanted that. I think part of me loved the humiliation of doing something so filthy… because you were watching.”
Her voice trembled as she continued. “It wasn’t just about him, Travis. It was about you seeing me like that. Pushed to the edge. Willing to go anywhere. For him. For you. For… us.”
The ache in my chest deepened, but so did something else—something low and electric. The image of her moaning with her tongue in Jeff’s ass, eyes fluttering, hands working him, while I watched from the sidelines—helpless, hard, ashamed—came rushing back.
“I wanted to be the one you did that for,” I said quietly.
Nicole reached up, cupping my cheek with her wet hand. “I wanted you to see what I was capable of. And now that it’s out… I don’t want to hide it anymore.”
I shifted, the tension in my chest and the weight of everything we’d said pressing down on me like gravity. I moved to sit on the edge of the spa, the cool air kissing my skin as I rose from the heat of the water. My body was tight, flushed—and fully exposed.
My erection stood there, hard and throbbing, the result of everything I’d admitted… and everything she hadn’t denied.
Nicole followed me with her eyes, gaze settling on me with a mix of amusement, affection, and something deeper—something darker and knowing.
She leaned back slightly in the water, a crooked smile tugging at her lips.
“Well,” she said softly, playfully, “you’re definitely turned on.”
I let out a breath—half a laugh, half a confession. “I don’t know what that says about me.”
Nicole swam closer, rising slightly on her knees as her arms rested on my thighs. Her breath hit the inside of my leg as she looked up at me, that smile still lingering, eyes now shimmering with heat.
“I think it says you liked seeing what I’m capable of,” she whispered.
Then, without another word, she leaned in and took me into her mouth.
Warm. Wet. Eager.
I gasped, my hands finding the edges of the spa behind me for balance. She moved slowly at first, lips gliding down my shaft with care, her tongue curling beneath me as she moaned softly. The contrast between her tenderness and what we’d just discussed sent a sharp wave through me—pleasure twisted with memory, with guilt, with something almost desperate.
She pulled back slightly, letting her lips hover over the tip, her breath warm.
Then I said it.
The question I never thought I’d ask.
“Would you… do it for me?”
Her eyes flicked up to mine, surprised—but not repulsed. Not ashamed. Her lips parted, her tongue flicking out slowly, thoughtfully.
She reached up and ran her hands along the insides of my thighs, gently urging me to open them wider.
And I did.
She smiled again.
“Lie back,” she said softly, voice steady. “Let me show you how good I made your boss feel withmy tongue in his ass.”
And just like that, something shifted again.
Not about power. Not about Jeff.
But about us.
About reclaiming something that had been taken.
Or maybe… something we’d never touched until now.
Nicole's hands were soft and steady as she ran them slowly up my thighs, the heat of her touch sending shivers through my body despite the warm night air. I leaned back slightly on my hands, legs spread, exposed in a way I’d never been before—not just physically, but emotionally. Vulnerable. Open.
She tilted her head, her wet hair trailing over my skin as she leaned closer, eyes fixed just below my waist.
“I’ve never seen this part of you,” she said softly, her tone teasing but reverent, like she was discovering something forbidden. “Not like this.”
Her fingers slid under me, gently cupping me, stroking lower until they found the edge of me—my most private place, untouched by anyone. I flinched instinctively at first, but didn’t stop her. I couldn’t.
Her hands spread me gently, and I felt the cool air kiss parts of me that had never been so exposed. My breath caught in my throat as her fingertips traced around the edge of my opening—light, playful, exploring.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “So sensitive…”
She circled slowly, pressing just enough to make my hips jerk slightly. The sensation was strange—alien and intense—but… not bad. In fact, it made my head spin. I groaned before I could stop myself, my cock twitching visibly in front of her.
Nicole smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“You like it,” she murmured. “You’re just as filthy as me.”
I couldn’t speak. My body was answering for me, betraying everything I’d once denied or dismissed. The truth of how much control she had in that moment, how much I wanted to give her—even this—was overwhelming.
Then her fingers paused. Hovering. Teasing.
Her breath tickled against my thigh as she leaned in close, her mouth just inches from where I had offered everything.
And then she smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
“Or maybe…” she whispered, her tone shifting to something darker, silkier, “…maybe I’ll keep that part just for Daddy.”
My stomach dropped. My chest tightened. The breath I’d been holding escaped in a groan.
She didn’t touch me there again. She didn’t have to.
Because in that moment, with just those words, she owned me completely.
And she knew it.
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