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Jeff let the silence drag, sipping his coffee slowly, his eyes fixed on Nicole as though savoring every drop of her unraveling. Then, finally, he set the mug down with a quiet clink and leaned back in his chair.
“I’ve been fixed for years,” he said simply.
The words hit like a cannon blast.
Nicole gasped, her whole body jerking. I felt my knees weaken, a rush of relief flooding my chest so strong I almost collapsed into the chair beside me. For one dizzying moment, the terror that had haunted us since breakfast cracked and let in air.
But the relief was fleeting.
Nicole’s face shifted fast, her tears drying into something sharper, her jaw tightening, her hands balling into fists. She stared at Jeff, her chest heaving, her voice trembling with fury.
“You knew,” she spat, her words shaking. “You let me sit here—let us sit here—falling apart, thinking…” She slammed her fist onto the table. “You let me believe I could be carrying your child! Do you have any idea what that did to me? To us?”
Jeff smirked faintly, utterly unbothered. “Yeah. I’ve got a pretty good idea.”
Nicole’s whole body shook, her eyes blazing as fresh tears welled up, this time from rage instead of fear. “You’re sick,” she hissed. “Twisted. You think this is some game, but it’s our life. Our marriage. Our family.”
I reached for her, but she was already pushing up from her chair, her robe slipping at the shoulder as she glared down at him. “I should hate you for what you’ve done,” she said, her voice breaking under the weight of her anger. “For what you’ve put us through.”
Jeff just leaned back, one arm draped lazily over the chair, his eyes glittering with the same dark satisfaction he’d worn all along.
The relief still lingered in my chest, but it was drowned quickly by Nicole’s fury — and the heavy knowledge that even with his revelation, nothing between the three of us would ever be the same.
Nicole’s hands shook as she pointed toward the door, her robe slipping loose again with the force of her trembling. “Get out,” she hissed, her voice raw with rage. “You’ve done enough. You’ve played with us, twisted us—get out of my house!”
Her chest heaved as the words echoed in the kitchen, sharp and final. For a moment, the air was thick with her fury, almost enough to push him out by itself.
But Jeff didn’t move.
He leaned back in my chair, calm as ever, his hand wrapped lazily around the coffee mug. A slow, amused grin spread across his face. “Leave?” he drawled, shaking his head. “That’s not how this works, sweetheart.”
Nicole’s eyes widened, her jaw clenching as she trembled with disbelief. “This isn’t your home. This isn’t your family. You don’t get to sit here and—”
Jeff cut her off, his tone smooth but sharp as a knife. “I don’t?” He let the question hang before his eyes slid from her to me. “Who was it begging me to fill her again and again last night? Who screamed my name while her husband watched?”
Nicole gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her body recoiling.
Jeff leaned forward now, setting the mug down on the table with a thud. His eyes pinned her in place, unrelenting. “You wanted me, Nicole. You begged for me. And as much as you hate me right now, you know damn well that part of you still does.”
She shook her head violently, her tears spilling again. “Stop it. Just stop.”
Jeff chuckled low, the sound rumbling through the room, claiming it. “I’m not going anywhere. Not until I decide.”
Nicole collapsed back into her chair, her hands trembling in her lap, torn between fury, shame, and the remnants of something darker that she couldn’t deny.
I stood frozen between them, my own chest tight, my cock stirring again against my will, the weight of his words pressing down on both of us. He wasn’t leaving. Not now. Maybe not ever.
And deep down, I feared he was right.
I stepped forward, putting myself between Nicole and Jeff, my hands balled into fists at my sides. My voice cracked, but I forced the words out. “Enough, Jeff. You’ve had your fun. Now leave. This is our home. Our life. You don’t belong here.”
For the first time, Jeff didn’t smirk right away. He just leaned back in the chair, studying me, his eyes narrowing like he was gauging something. Then the grin returned, slow and deliberate.
“You really want me to leave, Travis?” His voice was calm, almost gentle. “Or do you just want me to stop reminding you of last night?”
I stiffened, my throat tightening.
He tilted his head, his tone dropping lower. “The way you held her open for me on the bed… you remember that? Her legs trembling, your hands spreading her wide while I slid in. The sound she made when I bottomed out inside her? You heard it up close. You felt it.”
My cock twitched, hardening despite myself, the memory crashing back in vivid detail. Nicole’s gasps, Jeff’s girth stretching her, my own fingers trembling as I held her apart. My shorts tightened, the shame of it pressing hot against my skin.
Jeff’s eyes dropped immediately, and his grin widened. “There it is,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I knew it wouldn’t take much.”
Nicole looked up at me, horror and confusion flashing across her face as she saw it too — the tent in my shorts I couldn’t hide. Her lips parted, trembling, as if she didn’t know whether to cry or speak.
Jeff leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his gaze locked on me now. “You tell me to leave, Travis. But your cock says otherwise.”
My breath came ragged, my body betraying me with every beat of my heart, and in that moment, the control I thought I had was slipping fast.
Jeff rose slowly from the chair, stretching his broad frame as if he had all the time in the world. He grabbed his mug, took a slow drink, then set it down with deliberate care on the table.
Nicole stiffened as he stepped toward her. I stood frozen, my chest pounding, my cock straining in my shorts, my shame and arousal twisting together so tight I could hardly breathe.
Jeff’s eyes cut to me first, then back to Nicole. His voice was low, taunting, the words sharp enough to slice through the silence.
“Look at your husband,” he said. “Look at how hard he is. How much the thought of last night—and me—still stirs him.”
Nicole’s lips parted, her eyes flicking toward me. Her gaze dropped, just for a heartbeat, to the tent in my shorts before she snapped back up, her face pale and trembling.
Jeff’s grin spread as he leaned down, placing one heavy hand on her shoulder. His touch was deceptively gentle, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her robe. Then, with a subtle tug, he slipped the robe down just enough to bare her other shoulder, the delicate skin exposed under his hand.
Nicole shivered, caught between fear and something she couldn’t name, her eyes flicking helplessly from me to him.
Jeff lowered his head close to her ear, his voice a murmur meant for both of us. “See, Nicole? Even now, after everything, your husband can’t help himself. Watching you. Watching me. It makes him ache.”
Her breath hitched, her hands trembling in her lap, and my pulse roared in my ears as the robe slid lower, the edge of her collarbone glinting in the morning light.
Jeff’s hand lingered at Nicole’s bare shoulder, his thumb stroking slowly, deliberately, before sliding lower along the edge of her robe. His voice dipped into a soft command, every word aimed at pulling her apart.
“Go on,” he coaxed, his eyes flicking between us. “Look at him. Look at how hard your husband is right now.”
Nicole’s jaw tightened, her lips trembling as she turned her head toward me. Her eyes dropped, catching on the strain in my shorts, the shameful bulge I couldn’t hide. Her breath hitched audibly.
Jeff smirked, his other hand brushing down the side of her arm, fingers grazing over the loose fabric of her robe until it slipped lower on her chest. “You see it, don’t you?” he murmured. “The way he aches just from me touching you.”
Tears welled in her eyes, anger flashing hot through them as she snapped, “You’re such a dick, Jeff.” Her voice shook, full of fury, but her body betrayed her.
Her chest rose and fell faster under his hand, her nipples hard beneath the thin robe, her thighs pressing together as if to fight off the heat sparking low in her belly.
Jeff chuckled low, savoring the contradiction. “Maybe. But your body doesn’t seem to mind.” His hand pressed a little firmer, sliding over the curve of her side, making her shiver even as she clenched her fists in her lap.
I stood helpless, my cock throbbing, my breath shallow, as Nicole’s glare at Jeff wavered — her body fighting its natural response to his dominance, her lips parting with a faint, involuntary gasp.
Nicole’s chest rose and fell in uneven waves, her fists clenching in her lap as though she could hold herself together through sheer will. Her eyes blazed at Jeff, but her lips trembled, betraying the storm she couldn’t control.
Jeff’s hand slid lower, tugging at the robe. With one smooth pull, the fabric slipped from her shoulders entirely, falling open to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, dark and hard, pointing upward as if they’d been waiting for his touch.
Nicole gasped, her hands flying halfway up to cover herself, then stopping — frozen between shame and surrender.
Jeff’s grin widened. “That’s better,” he murmured, sliding both hands up to cup her full breasts. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, making her moan despite the glare she tried to pin on him. Her head tilted back for just a moment, her mouth open as the sound escaped.
“God, listen to you,” Jeff taunted, squeezing her breasts firmly, drawing another broken sound from her throat. He turned his head toward me without pausing his hands. “And you, Travis…” His eyes flicked straight to my cock straining against my shorts. “Be a good boy. Drop those shorts. Let your wife see exactly what watching does to you.”
My throat went dry. Nicole’s eyes flicked to me instantly, wide and shimmering, her lips parting in shock as Jeff kneaded her breasts harder, coaxing another gasp from her. Her gaze darted between my face and the outline of my cock in my shorts, her own body betraying her with every twitch, every involuntary moan.
She was caught in the middle — her voice full of anger, spitting venom at him, but her body… her body was already his battlefield, shivering under his hands, nipples stiff and aching as his fingers rolled them between his thumbs.
And I stood there trembling, my fingers brushing the waistband of my shorts, the shame and arousal boiling so hot inside me I thought I might combust.
I froze, my hands hovering at the waistband of my shorts, every muscle in my body tight with shame and arousal. Jeff’s command hung in the air, thick and suffocating.
When I hesitated, Jeff chuckled low and deliberate. “Fine,” he said, his voice dripping with smug authority. “If you won’t…”
He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed his pants down in one smooth motion.
The room tilted.
Even soft, Jeff’s cock hung heavy and thick, swaying between his thighs, obscenely long — twice my size without even straining. Veins stood out along its girth, the sight of it almost surreal in its scale.
Nicole gasped softly, her whole body jolting as her eyes dropped. She tried to pull them back, tried to snap her gaze away, but they landed right back on him. Wide, stunned, unblinking.
Her cheeks flushed hot, color blooming across her face. Her lips parted, her breath quick and shallow as Jeff stepped closer, letting her see every inch.
“You’re a vile human being,” she whispered, her voice shaking, her words meant to wound. But her eyes didn’t move. They stayed locked on that impossible length, the shine of awe and fear flickering through them in equal measure.
Jeff smirked down at her, his voice low and cruel. “Vile, maybe. But your body doesn’t lie, Nicole. Not then, and not now.”
I stood frozen, my cock throbbing painfully in my shorts, watching the woman I loved caught between fury and fascination — her breath ragged, her face flushed, her eyes glued to the very thing that had claimed her the night before.
And I hated myself for knowing I couldn’t look away either.
Jeff’s eyes cut back to me, sharp and commanding. He gave his cock a lazy stroke, letting it sway obscenely heavy in front of him. “Drop ’em, Travis,” he growled. “Let her see the difference side by side.”
My pulse hammered in my throat. My hands shook as they hovered at my waistband, every nerve screaming to resist. But Jeff’s stare pinned me, unrelenting. Slowly, shamefully, I slid my shorts down. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, but still dwarfed by what Jeff had revealed.
Nicole’s eyes flicked to me, then back to him. Her lips quivered as the contrast hung in the air, undeniable.
“You’re a pig,” she spat at Jeff, her voice breaking as anger surged up to cover the flush burning in her cheeks.
Jeff just chuckled, low and satisfied, and reached for her. His big hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly to her feet. Her robe slipped the rest of the way off her shoulders, pooling silently at her feet.
The sight of her stole my breath — my wife standing between us in nothing but her simple cotton panties, trembling yet glowing in the morning light. Vulnerable. Exposed. Caught between fury and the pull of something she couldn’t control.
Jeff leaned in, lowering his mouth to hers. Nicole turned her face away at first, but he pressed closer, his lips brushing hers, coaxing her. His hands slid up her bare back, pulling her flush against him, his cock heavy against her stomach.
Her fists clenched at his chest, caught between shoving him away and clinging to him. And when his tongue teased her lips, her body shivered, her mouth parting despite her whispered protests.
The robe lay forgotten on the floor, and she was his canvas now — trembling, half-dressed, caught between disgust and desire as he claimed her mouth in front of me.
Nicole kept her lips tight, her face turned just enough to resist him, her glare sharp even as Jeff’s mouth pressed insistently against hers. Her eyes burned with anger, but when his cock dragged thick and heavy against her stomach, her body betrayed her. A muffled moan slipped out — raw, involuntary — her chest heaving as the sound escaped.
Jeff smirked against her mouth, not bothered in the slightest by her resistance. His big hands slid lower, gripping the firm roundness of her cheeks, kneading them through the thin cotton of her panties. Nicole gasped, her fists still braced against his chest, her glare faltering for only a breath before she steadied it again.
“God, you feel perfect,” he rumbled, squeezing her ass as he ground his cock against her belly. He pulled back just enough to catch her eyes, his grin cruel and certain. “You can glare all you want, sweetheart. Your body already knows.”
Nicole trembled, shaking her head violently. “You’re vile,” she spat, her voice hoarse. But her thighs pressed together despite her words, her breath quickening as if her body was pleading against her will.
Jeff caught one of her hands in his, prying it from his chest and lacing his thick fingers through hers. His grip was iron, unyielding. “Come on,” he said, tugging her toward the hall, toward the bedroom I had shared with her for years. His tone was calm, heavy with possession. “We’re going to your marital bed. Where you belong now.”
Nicole’s eyes widened, her chest rising in panic, her body twisting as he pulled her toward the doorway. Her gaze shot to me — desperate, furious, pleading — even as Jeff’s hold and the press of his cock against her side left her trembling.
And I stood there, frozen, my heart hammering, my erection throbbing, as the man who had taken everything now pulled my wife toward the one place that was supposed to be only ours.
Nicole’s bare feet dragged against the hardwood as Jeff pulled her toward the hall, her robe lying forgotten on the floor, her cotton panties the only piece of clothing left on her. She twisted in his grip, her eyes locking on me — wide, furious, desperate.
“Travis!” she cried, her voice cracking.
I was already naked, my cock hard and heavy, every nerve in my body on fire. The sight of her in his grip, the sound of my name on her lips, pushed me forward. My fists clenched at my sides as I stepped toward them. “Let her go, Jeff!” My voice came out raw, shaking with both rage and shame. “This isn’t your house. She isn’t yours.”
Jeff stopped in the doorway, turning his head with that same infuriating smirk. His hand slid boldly over Nicole’s ass, fingers sinking into the soft curve until she gasped despite herself. He looked back at me and let his eyes drift down — to my cock, stiff and exposed, bobbing with every step I took toward him. His smirk deepened.
“Still don’t get it, do you?” His voice was maddeningly calm. “You’re standing there naked, hard as a steel rod, while I’m dragging your wife to your own bed.” He gave Nicole’s ass another firm squeeze, making her whimper. “Tell me again how she’s not mine.”
“Fuck you,” I spat, though my erection betrayed me, twitching with each pulse of my heart.
Nicole’s jaw clenched, her chest heaving as she shook her head. “You’re vile,” she snapped at Jeff, her voice sharp, though her body betrayed her with a soft moan when his hand slid up, thumb brushing the waistband of her panties. “You’re a pig. You’ll never have my love.”
Jeff leaned close to her ear, his eyes locked on mine. “Love?” he chuckled darkly. “You already gave me your moans. You gave me your body. The rest…” His hand slid up, cupping her breast firmly until her back arched with an involuntary gasp. “…is only a matter of time.”
Her glare shot back to me, fierce, as if to remind me she was still fighting — even as her body trembled under his hands.
I stepped forward, naked, trembling, every muscle screaming to act. My cock jutted hard between us, humiliatingly obvious, proof of the twisted spell he held over us both.
And Jeff just stood there, massive, immovable, with his hands on my half-naked wife at the threshold of our bed — daring me to do something, knowing full well how powerless I felt.
Jeff’s grip on Nicole tightened as he guided her past the threshold, pulling her into the bedroom that had always been ours. The sight hollowed me out — her bare shoulders trembling, her cotton panties clinging to her curves, her hand still caught in his.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Jeff murmured, pushing her toward the bed. “Your marital bed. Perfect place for this.”
Nicole resisted with her eyes more than her body, glaring up at him even as her feet obeyed his pull.
When they reached the edge of the mattress, Jeff turned her toward me with a cruel little grin. His voice cut the silence. “Look at your husband, Nicole. Look at that little erection of his. That’s proof, plain as day. He wants to watch.”
Nicole’s head whipped toward me, her eyes wide, her lips parting in shock. And then I saw it — the flicker. That dangerous, glowing spark I’d seen before. The one that came when she knew I was looking, when my hunger for her was a spotlight she couldn’t resist.
Her chest rose and fell faster, her cheeks flushing deep red as Jeff’s words pressed into her exhibitionist side.
Jeff smirked, sliding his hands to her hips. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and tugged them slowly down her quivering thighs. The thin cotton clung for a moment before slipping free, puddling at her ankles.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Her pussy glistened in the morning light, moisture already slick on her folds despite her protests, betraying her completely. My cock pulsed painfully at the sight, humiliation and arousal colliding until my chest ached.
Jeff chuckled low, his voice thick with triumph. “See that, Travis? She’s wet already. Your wife’s body knows what it wants, even if her mouth keeps fighting it.”
Nicole gasped, her fists curling at her sides, her glare still locked on him — but her thighs trembled, and her breath told the truth my eyes couldn’t deny.
Jeff turned Nicole firmly and pressed her forward, bending her over the edge of the bed. Her palms hit the mattress, her dark hair spilling around her face as she gasped, fighting the control he exerted with such ease.
“Stay right there,” he murmured, his tone thick with authority. One broad hand slid down her back, holding her in place, the other gripping her hip to angle her just so — her body perfectly framed for my eyes.
I stood frozen, naked, my cock aching as Jeff’s head turned toward me. “Closer, Travis,” he ordered. His smirk widened when I hesitated. “Don’t make me repeat myself. You don’t want to miss this.”
My legs moved before my mind could catch up, carrying me closer until I stood almost beside them, my breath coming in ragged bursts as I looked down at my wife — bent, trembling, exposed.
Jeff’s hand spread across her lower back, and he leaned down, his voice low and taunting in her ear. “Spread your cheeks for me, Nicole.”
She whipped her head to the side, glaring over her shoulder, her voice sharp with defiance. “Fuck off.”
Jeff chuckled, utterly unfazed. His eyes cut to mine, then back to her. “Don’t tell me no, sweetheart. Not when your husband’s right here, cock throbbing, desperate to see you open yourself. You think he doesn’t want to watch me tongue your pretty little asshole?”
Nicole’s whole body shuddered, her fists clenching into the bedding. “God, you’re disgusting,” she spat, but her voice cracked, her chest heaving faster.
Jeff grinned, squeezing her ass firmly, pulling her cheeks apart just enough to reveal the delicate, forbidden spot he was taunting her about. He looked straight at me, holding her open. “Tell me, Travis. Isn’t this what you want to see? Your wife spread and ready for my tongue?”
My breath caught in my throat, my cock twitching painfully as my eyes locked on her most private place, exposed under his hands.
Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, her lips trembling, torn between her fury and the unbearable heat of being displayed this way.
Jeff kept her bent forward, one heavy hand on her back, the other prying her cheeks apart just enough to tease. His voice was velvet and steel all at once.
“Go on, Travis. Say it. Tell your wife what you want to see.”
I stood trembling, my cock jutting hard, every nerve screaming. My mouth opened, but the words lodged in my throat. All I could manage was a ragged breath, my eyes locked shamelessly on her exposed flesh.
Jeff chuckled darkly. “Can’t even say it, can you? Doesn’t matter. Your cock’s saying plenty.” He gave her ass a sharp squeeze, spreading her wider, making me groan despite myself. “Look at him, Nicole. He’s dying to see it. Dying to watch me lick you where he never has.”
Nicole turned her head, her hair falling across her flushed face, her eyes blazing even as her cheeks flushed pink. “You’re disgusting,” she spat again, her voice breaking, trembling.
Jeff leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Disgusting maybe. But your husband wants it. And you…” His grip tightened, his tone dropping into a growl. “You need it.”
For a moment she fought it — her fists knotting in the sheets, her thighs trembling with resistance. Then, slowly, her hand slid back.
Her fingers brushed her hip, hesitated, then slipped lower. With a shuddering breath, Nicole reached behind herself and hooked her hands into the soft curves of her ass.
And she pulled.
Her cheeks spread wide under her own hands, revealing herself completely — her swollen, wet folds glistening in the light, and above them, the tight ring of her asshole Jeff had been taunting her about.
My cock throbbed violently at the sight.
Jeff growled with approval, his grin sharp and triumphant. “That’s my girl.”
Nicole whimpered, her face turned to the side, eyes fluttering shut, her body quivering as her exhibitionist flame collided with her defiance. She had given in — not with words, but with the act itself, her hands spreading herself open for both of us to see.
And I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Jeff let out a low, satisfied growl, his hands guiding her hips as he lowered himself onto his knees behind her. The sight alone made my stomach knot — this massive man crouching between Nicole’s trembling thighs, his eyes locked on the most private part of her body she was now holding open herself.
He leaned forward, his breath hot over her slick folds, his lips hovering just above that delicate, forbidden ring he’d taunted her into exposing.
And then his tongue pressed against her.
Nicole gasped, her whole body jolting forward, her fingers tightening on her ass cheeks to hold herself spread wide. She moaned through clenched teeth, trying to stifle it, but the sound broke out anyway — sharp, desperate, impossible to hide.
Jeff feasted on her with obscene hunger, his tongue circling, teasing, plunging. The wet sounds filled the room, each lick drawing another helpless sound from her throat. His hands gripped her thighs to steady her, but she kept her own hands firmly in place, spreading herself wide for him.
I staggered closer without meaning to, my cock throbbing, my chest heaving. I’d seen this before — in my office, on Jeff’s desk when he’d first taken her this way. But now, in our bedroom, with her bent over our bed, holding herself apart so he could feast on her asshole… it felt different. Heavier. More charged. Like something sacred between us had been shattered forever.
Nicole’s hair clung to her damp face as she moaned again, her knees trembling. “Oh God—” she gasped, her voice breaking with both shame and arousal.
Jeff pulled back for just a second, his lips glistening, his grin cruel. He looked up at me before diving back in, his tongue pushing deeper, devouring her as she shook violently under him.
And all I could do was watch — my wife spread wide, her body betraying her, surrendering to his tongue as he claimed her in the most intimate, degrading way possible.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her moans rising, and though every part of me screamed to hate it, I couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop aching. Couldn’t stop burning.
Nicole’s moans built higher, sharper, her body quaking as she held herself spread, Jeff’s tongue circling and plunging with obscene skill. She was trembling on the precipice, her thighs quivering, every gasp proof she was seconds from falling apart.
And yet Jeff pulled back.
Nicole let out a choked sound — part frustration, part relief — her arms trembling as she lowered herself onto her elbows, her robe long forgotten on the floor.
“Not yet,” Jeff said with that low growl of authority. He stood, towering over us, his lips and chin slick. He hooked his thumbs under his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his naked torso — thick, heavy, flabby but commanding, the contrast to my lean frame undeniable.
Nicole’s eyes followed the movement, her chest heaving, her body flushed, still trembling from being held on the edge.
Jeff guided her up, his big hands gentling her onto her back across the bed. He spread her hair across the pillow, his gaze eating her alive as he crawled onto the mattress beside her head.
His massive cock swung close to her face, dangling heavy, inches from her lips. He stroked it slowly, deliberately, letting the obscene size hang in her vision.
“Travis,” he barked, turning his eyes on me. “On your knees. Get your wife ready for my cock.”
The words slammed into me, my chest tightening, my cock pulsing painfully hard. My wife lay trembling on our marital bed, Jeff’s cock looming above her, and he was ordering me to prepare her for him.
Nicole turned her head away, shaking it violently, her voice breaking. “No—Jeff, you’re vile. I don’t want—” But her words faltered as his cock bobbed closer, his fist stroking the length, glistening in the morning light.
Her breath quickened. Her lips parted slightly. And then, with a shuddering sigh, her hand lifted — trembling — and reached for him.
“Good girl,” Jeff murmured as her fingers brushed along his girth, her glare still locked on him even as her body betrayed her, her palm wrapping around the thick weight of his shaft.
And I stood there, naked, my knees trembling, knowing I was about to obey.
My knees hit the carpet before I even realized I’d moved. The fibers pressed rough against my skin, grounding me in the most humiliating position of my life. My wife lay on her back in our marital bed, her thighs spread, her panties abandoned on the floor, and Jeff’s towering form loomed over her — his cock in her trembling hand, dangling close to her lips.
Jeff’s eyes flicked down to me, his grin smug and cruel. “That’s it, Travis. Right where you belong. The cuckold on his knees, getting his wife ready for me.” His words hit me like a hammer, shame and arousal twisting together until I could hardly breathe.
I lowered myself between her legs, my hands sliding over her trembling thighs. Her folds glistened, still wet from Jeff’s tongue, her arousal undeniable. I hesitated, looking up into her face, searching for something — permission, forgiveness, love.
Nicole’s eyes met mine for the briefest moment, wide and shimmering. Then her breath hitched as I lowered my head, my mouth pressing against her swollen folds.
Her gasp filled the room, half a moan, half a sob.
Jeff chuckled low above us. “There you go, Travis. Taste her. Taste what I left in her. Get her nice and ready for my cock.”
The finality of it sank deep into my bones. This wasn’t a game anymore. This wasn’t fantasy. This was my life now — me kneeling, her spread, and him commanding it all.
I licked slowly, reverently, savoring her familiar taste, though now it carried something heavier, something that wasn’t just mine. My chest ached, my cock throbbed, and yet I couldn’t stop.
When I dared to look up, the sight stole the air from my lungs.
Nicole, cheeks flushed, her hand trembling, slowly lifted Jeff’s cock toward her lips. Her eyes were still hard, resisting him with her glare, but her mouth betrayed her. Her lips parted, and the thick head brushed against them.
My heart twisted as her tongue darted out, giving him the faintest taste.
Nicole’s lips trembled against the blunt, swollen head of Jeff’s cock. For a heartbeat, she lingered there, her eyes locked defiantly on his, as though daring him to call her bluff. Then her tongue flicked again, tasting him, and her mouth slowly opened wider.
Jeff growled low in his throat, his hand sliding to the back of her head. “That’s it. Open wide, sweetheart. Take what your husband can’t give you.”
I groaned into her folds, my tongue moving desperately, my nose pressed into her slick heat. Her hips bucked faintly against my mouth, her body betraying her again as Jeff’s cock slipped past her lips. The wet sound of her mouth closing around him made my chest seize with both agony and arousal.
“Goddamn,” Jeff groaned, rocking his hips slightly, feeding her more of his shaft. His eyes cut down to me, his grin wicked. “Look at you, Travis. On your knees like the good little cuck you are. Your wife sucking my cock while you get her ready for me.”
My cock throbbed, leaking freely, pressed against the carpet, humiliation burning through me even as I lapped hungrily at her folds.
Nicole gagged faintly as he pushed deeper, but she didn’t pull back. Her hand wrapped tighter around his base, stroking what she couldn’t fit, while her lips stretched around the thick length of him. A muffled moan escaped her throat, vibrating against his cock.
Jeff groaned, his hand fisting her hair. “Hear that, Travis? That’s your wife purring on my dick. She fights me with her words, but her mouth? Her pussy? They’re mine.”
Nicole whimpered, her thighs trembling around my head as I devoured her. Her moans came broken and desperate, her mouth full, her body clenching under my tongue.
Jeff’s voice dropped to a growl, dark and final. “Don’t stop, Travis. Don’t you dare stop. I want her sloppy, dripping, begging by the time I slide into her again. You hear me?”
And I obeyed, trembling, licking her like I never had before, while above me, the obscene sound of my wife sucking another man’s cock filled the room — and Jeff’s laughter sealed the truth of who owned us both.
Nicole’s thighs quivered around my head, her hips twitching with every stroke of my tongue. I could feel her straining, right at the edge, her body begging for release while her mind still fought to hold control.
Above me, Jeff shifted, his massive frame sliding on the mattress until he was behind her head. His cock glistened with her saliva as he loomed over her, one hand tangled in her hair. The angle changed everything — now when he pushed forward, his thick shaft slid deeper into her throat.
She gagged sharply, her whole body jerking, her hands clutching at his thighs. I froze for an instant, panic flashing through me — but Jeff only chuckled, pulling back a little before thrusting again, slower, deliberate.
“Easy,” he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Open that pretty throat. Show your husband how much of me you can take.”
Nicole whimpered around him, her eyes squeezing shut, her throat working as she adjusted. She gagged again when he pressed deeper, but this time she didn’t pull away. Inch by inch, she took more of him, her lips stretched wide, her jaw trembling with the effort.
The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. My wife — bent backward over our bed, her face stuffed full of Jeff’s cock, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth as he fed her more — and I was between her legs, licking her, helpless.
Jeff’s voice cut through the wet, choking sounds. “Look at this, Travis. Look at your wife swallowing me down. That little mouth of hers was made for my cock.” He groaned, pushing another thick inch past her lips, watching as her throat bulged slightly around him.
She gagged harder this time, tears springing to the corners of her eyes, but when he pulled back, she gasped for air and then pushed her lips forward again, taking him willingly.
Jeff looked down at me, his grin savage. “See? She’s learning. Every time I shove deeper, she fights less. Pretty soon she’ll take me all the way. And you’ll be right there, licking her pussy like the cuck you are.”
Nicole’s moans vibrated around his cock, desperate and muffled, her body trembling on the brink — torn between degradation and desire, her throat opening wider with every thrust.
And I couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t stop licking, even as shame and arousal burned me alive.
Jeff’s grip in her hair tightened, his hips rolling with slow, merciless control. Nicole gagged again as he pushed deeper, his cock sliding further into her throat than I’d ever dared to dream of. Her body jolted, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t turn away.
She couldn’t.
Her hands clutched his thighs for balance as her lips stretched around his girth, her jaw trembling from the strain. Each thrust wrung muffled, broken sounds from her, desperate little gasps swallowed by the thick length filling her mouth.
I could feel her arousal dripping against my tongue, her folds quivering as I lapped her. She was so close, trembling violently, but she wouldn’t let herself fall. Not like this. Not while he was holding her down, stuffing her throat, taunting her with every movement.
“Goddamn,” Jeff groaned above us, his eyes blazing as he looked down. “She’s taking more every time. You see that, Travis? Look at your wife choke on me, stretching her throat just to please.”
I dared to glance up, and the sight hollowed me. Nicole’s face was flushed, her mascara smudged, her cheeks streaked with tears. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as his cock pumped steadily in and out, deeper each time. She gagged, whimpered, but never pushed him away.
Jeff pulled back just enough for her to cough, to drag in a ragged gasp of air, before he drove forward again, filling her mouth until the head pressed at the back of her throat.
She moaned around him — low, muffled, vibrating along his shaft — and her body shook beneath me.
Jeff growled low, satisfied, his voice dripping with cruelty. “She’s fighting it, Travis. But her body’s already mine. Every gag, every tear, every moan—she’s giving herself to me right in front of you.”
Nicole’s eyes fluttered open then, glassy and wet, finding mine as her lips stretched wider to take more of him. The look in them was unbearable: shame, defiance, and a dark spark of need all tangled together.
Pinned at the threshold, unable to break but unable to resist, she let Jeff fuck her mouth deeper, her throat opening inch by inch — while I knelt between her legs, devouring her trembling body, burning alive at the sight.
Jeff’s growl deepened as his grip on Nicole’s hair tightened, his hips driving forward with sudden force. Nicole gagged hard, her whole body jolting beneath me as the thick shaft pushed past the limit, burying itself deep into her throat.
Her lips stretched wide around the base of him, her nose pressed into the soft weight of his balls. I froze where I knelt, tongue against her folds, staring in shock as Jeff held her there.
Seconds dragged like hours. Nicole’s throat convulsed around him, gagging and choking, her chest straining for air as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her fingers dug into his thighs, trembling, but Jeff didn’t relent. He groaned low, savoring it.
“Look at that,” he growled, his voice thick with triumph. “Your wife with my balls on her nose. Taking every last inch of me like she was made for it.”
Finally, with a wet, obscene sound, he pulled back. Nicole coughed violently, sucking in greedy gulps of air, her chest heaving. She turned her head aside, gasping, her eyes watering, and spat hoarsely, “You bastard. You fucking bastard.”
But her body told a different story. Her chest flushed, her nipples stiff, her thighs quaking around me. She was lit up, trembling, on fire.
Jeff smirked, dragging the wet shaft across her lips. She should have turned away — but instead, her mouth opened instinctively, kissing the thick length she’d just cursed.
Slowly, reverently, her lips moved lower, kissing along the veined underside, her tongue darting out between breaths. Her kisses trailed down to his heavy balls, soft and sticky against her lips.
Jeff groaned, his hand in her hair loosening as he watched her worship. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Show me.”
Nicole moaned faintly, her lips moving lower still, kissing along the seam of his taint. My cock throbbed painfully as I watched her mouth descend further, until, impossibly, her lips brushed against the tight ring of his asshole.
Her body quivered, her face burning with shame and arousal all at once — but she didn’t stop.
Jeff threw his head back, a guttural laugh tearing from his chest. “Christ, Travis. Your wife’s kissing my ass. She curses me with her mouth, then worships me with it. You tell me who owns her now.”
And all I could do was kneel there, trembling, my face wet with her arousal, my heart breaking and my cock leaking as I watched her lips move lower and lower, giving herself to him in ways I’d never dared imagine.
Jeff shifted his stance, planting his knees wider on the mattress, angling himself deliberately so I had no choice but to see everything. His cock hung heavy above Nicole’s flushed face as he guided her with a firm hand in her hair.
“Go on, sweetheart,” he taunted, his voice low, vibrating with authority. “Show your husband just how far you’ll go for me.”
Nicole’s lips trembled, her eyes glassy with shame and heat. She hesitated for only a heartbeat — then her tongue slid out, shy at first, then bolder, dragging over the tight ring of his asshole.
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