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Nicole’s back rested against Jeff’s sweaty chest, her body slack and trembling in his arms, her breasts rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. Her hair clung damp to her flushed cheeks, her lips parted as she whimpered faintly, still pulsing around the thick cock buried inside her.
Jeff grinned at me over her shoulder, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist. “Alright, cuck,” he muttered darkly, his tone like gravel. “You’ve had your close look. Now let’s give you the real view.”
With a sudden shift of his hips, Jeff pulled out.
The sound was wet, obscene — a thick, sucking noise as his cock slipped free of her stretched folds. Nicole gasped sharply, her head falling back against him, her whole body quivering from the sudden emptiness.
And then I saw it.
Her pussy gaped wide, swollen and glistening, a raw, stretched mess. Thick streams of his cum welled up and spilled out of her, dripping down between her trembling thighs and onto the sheets. The white ropes leaked steadily, coating her folds, stringing across her lips, dripping onto his thighs beneath her.
The sight hit me like a punch to the chest.
The smell of sex was overwhelming — hot, salty, musky. The sheets reeked of sweat, of Nicole’s arousal, of Jeff’s seed. The air was heavy with it, thick enough to taste.
The sounds only worsened it. Her breathless whimpers, the faint squelch as more of his cum slipped out and pattered onto the sheets, Jeff’s low chuckle rumbling against her back.
He tilted his head, his grin sharp and cruel. “Take a good look, Travis. This is your wife now — stretched open, dripping my load.” His hand dragged slowly up her stomach, cupping her breast, making her gasp as another sticky strand leaked from her hole.
His eyes locked on me. “And don’t think I forgot,” he growled. “You broke my rules last night. You still haven’t been punished.”
He leaned forward slightly, his lips brushing Nicole’s ear as his gaze stayed fixed on me. “Come closer. Right here. To her sopping mess.”
Nicole whimpered, her thighs trembling as Jeff spread her wider for me, his fingers prying her folds apart to make sure I saw everything leaking out of her.
The sight, the smell, the wet sounds of her body dripping with him — it overwhelmed every one of my senses, leaving me trembling, my cock aching, as I stepped closer to the bed.
Jeff’s thick fingers spread Nicole’s folds wide, her swollen lips parting under his grip. More of his cum oozed out in glistening strands, spilling down her trembling thighs onto the sheets. The sight was obscene, raw — my wife’s body gaping, dripping, messy with another man’s seed.
Nicole whimpered, her head tilting back against his chest, her eyes fluttering shut in shame and aftershocks. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breasts damp with sweat, her thighs quivering as Jeff displayed her to me like she was nothing more than his prize.
The musky smell of sex filled my nose, hot and suffocating. The wet squelch as he pressed her folds apart made my stomach knot and my cock throb all at once.
Jeff’s grin spread, his voice low and commanding. “Get down here, cuck. Use your mouth. Clean up my mess.”
My chest tightened, my knees buckling slightly. My throat worked as I swallowed hard, every part of me screaming in conflict.
Jeff’s tone sharpened, cutting through the heavy air. “Say it.”
I froze, my lips trembling, my eyes locked on the glistening heat between my wife’s thighs.
Jeff growled, leaning forward to whisper harshly against Nicole’s ear while his eyes stayed on me. “Say it, Travis. Yes, sir. Then get to work. Or I’ll make her beg me for your punishment.”
Nicole gasped faintly at his words, her tear-streaked face turning toward me, shame and fire flickering in her eyes.
My cock pulsed painfully, leaking down my thigh, my breath ragged.
I bowed my head, my voice breaking as the words tore out of me.
“Yes, sir.”
Jeff’s grin widened, his fingers holding Nicole open as more of his cum spilled out of her, waiting for my mouth.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “Now show me how badly you want to serve.”
And I moved closer, trembling, the heat and scent of her overwhelming me as my lips descended toward the mess he left inside my wife.
I lowered myself between Nicole’s trembling thighs, the heat radiating from her body hitting me before anything else. Jeff’s fingers still held her open, spreading her folds wide so I could see everything—her swollen, stretched pussy glistening, his seed pooling and dripping in creamy streams.
The smell was dizzying. Sex, sweat, musk. Thick in the air. My cock pulsed with every ragged breath I took.
Nicole whimpered, her tear-streaked face turning down toward me, shame and worry twisting together in her eyes. Her voice cracked, soft and pleading. “Travis… you don’t have to. It’s filthy.”
Her words pierced me—but they didn’t stop me. Something deeper, darker, stronger pulled me forward. The need to prove myself. The need to obey. The need to taste her, even like this.
I leaned in, my lips brushing the sensitive folds Jeff’s fingers spread wide. The first taste hit my tongue—salty, musky, mixed with the sweetness of Nicole’s arousal and the heavy thickness of Jeff’s cum. My stomach clenched, but my cock throbbed harder, aching as I licked again.
Nicole gasped, her thighs shuddering around my head. “Oh my God… Travis…” she whispered, half in disbelief, half in surrender.
Jeff chuckled low, his voice vibrating with triumph. “That’s it, cuck. Lick up every drop. Taste what a real man leaves behind in your wife.”
I groaned into her, the sound muffled as my tongue dragged deeper, cleaning her folds, chasing every sticky strand that clung to her. My body shook, humiliated and aroused beyond reason, but I couldn’t stop. Each lick drove me further, each taste branding me with the reality of who owned her now.
Nicole’s hips twitched, her moans breaking free despite herself, her hands covering her flushed face as I worshipped her used, messy body.
And above her, Jeff kept her pried open for me, his grin sharp, savoring every second of my descent.
Jeff’s fingers tightened, spreading Nicole even wider, his voice rumbling low and merciless above me. “Deeper, cuck. Don’t just lick around the edges—get your tongue in there. Clean her out properly.”
My body shook as the words sank in, my throat tightening with shame. But my cock was leaking freely, my pulse hammering as I pushed my face closer, sliding my tongue past her folds and into the heat of her.
The taste hit me stronger, thick and salty, Jeff’s cum mixing with the slick sweetness of Nicole’s arousal. I groaned against her, my tongue plunging deeper, searching, scooping, devouring.
Nicole gasped, her body jolting at the intrusion. Her hands, which had been covering her flushed face, trembled downward. Her fingers threaded into my hair, cradling my head as though torn between pushing me away and holding me there.
“Travis…” she moaned, her voice broken, wavering between horror and surrender. Her hips twitched, rocking faintly into my mouth as my tongue worked deeper, lapping and swallowing what Jeff had left inside her.
Jeff leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as his eyes stayed locked on me. “That’s it. Feel him, Nicole. Your husband devouring my seed out of your pussy like the good little cuck he is.”
Her moan cracked into a sob, but she didn’t pull me away. If anything, her hands pressed firmer against my scalp, guiding me, holding me to her messy heat as I obeyed.
The wet sounds were obscene—each slurp, each squelch echoing in the charged silence. The musky scent overwhelmed me, the taste coated my tongue, and yet I pushed further, tongue plunging deeper, desperate to give her what she needed, desperate to obey.
Nicole’s thighs quaked around my head, her hips jerking helplessly, and her cries rose higher with every flick and thrust of my tongue.
And Jeff, looming above us, grinned like a king watching his subjects bow before him.
Nicole’s thighs squeezed tight around my head, her whole body trembling violently as my tongue worked deeper, lapping, devouring every drop of Jeff’s cum and her slick arousal. Her fingers clutched my hair, pressing me closer, her hips grinding desperately against my mouth.
Her cries grew sharper, higher, torn from her throat in broken sobs. “Travis—oh God—Travis…” she moaned, her voice cracking as she shook on the edge.
Jeff’s hand squeezed her breast firmly, his mouth at her ear, his voice low and triumphant. “That’s it, Nicole. Cum for him. Cum on your husband’s tongue while he tastes how a real man filled you. Show him how much better it is when I’ve had you first.”
Nicole’s breath hitched, her whole body tightening. She tried to fight it, her nails digging into my scalp, her thighs trembling—but the pleasure tore through her anyway.
She screamed, her back arching against Jeff’s chest as her orgasm ripped out of her. Her pussy clenched hard around my tongue, pulsing, flooding my mouth with fresh wetness that mingled with the salty, musky taste of Jeff’s seed.
I groaned into her, swallowing, licking harder, desperate to take it all, to hold her through it.
Nicole’s sobbing moans filled the room, her body jerking against me, her hands tangled in my hair as she rode out the violent waves of release.
Jeff chuckled, satisfied, his eyes locked on me as he held Nicole upright in his lap. “Look at that. She came harder than ever with you licking my mess out of her. That’s the truth of your marriage now, Travis. You get the leftovers, and she loves it.”
Nicole collapsed back against Jeff’s chest, spent, trembling, her tears glistening as her lips parted in shallow gasps.
And I knelt between her legs, my face wet, my tongue still buried in her, tasting every humiliating truth he spoke as my cock ached harder than ever.
Nicole lay trembling in Jeff’s lap, her chest heaving, her thighs still twitching around my face. I was lost in her, licking, worshipping, drowning in the mess of her climax when I felt it—something different.
Thicker. Hotter. The blunt weight of Jeff’s cock.
For a fraction of a second, before my brain caught up, it slid past my lips, heavy and slick, brushing my tongue as Jeff shifted Nicole’s hips forward. The taste of him, raw and undeniable, hit me like lightning.
My stomach lurched. I jerked back instinctively, gagging, horror crashing through me as I realized what I’d just felt. My hands scrambled against the sheets as I staggered upright, my chest heaving, my face burning with shame.
Jeff only chuckled, a dark, guttural laugh that filled the room. He adjusted Nicole easily, his massive cock lining up with her swollen, glistening entrance.
“Didn’t expect that, did you, cuck?” he taunted, his grin wide and merciless. “You wanted to clean her out? Well, now you know exactly what you’ve been tasting.”
Nicole whimpered, her face buried in his chest, her hands clutching his arms as Jeff thrust upward with a brutal snap of his hips.
The sound was obscene—the wet squelch of his cock sliding back into her stretched folds, pushing his own mess deeper as her body accepted him instantly with a sharp, gasping moan.
I stumbled back, my cock leaking, my stomach churning with revulsion and something darker I couldn’t name. My chest was hollow, my mind spinning, yet my eyes were locked on the sight of him sliding back into her, stretching her all over again.
Jeff growled low, his eyes never leaving mine. “There it is. Watch close, Travis. My cock filling your wife, right after you had your mouth on her. That’s who you are now.”
Nicole sobbed softly, her body quaking as he pumped into her again, her pussy dripping, my face still wet with the taste of them both.
And I stood there frozen—repulsed, humiliated, yet unable to look away.
Jeff’s cock slammed up into Nicole again, the wet impact echoing in the room. She moaned brokenly, her hands clutching his arms as her body rocked with each thrust. His chest gleamed with sweat, his thick belly rising and falling against her trembling back.
I staggered another step back, my heart racing, bile in my throat. The ghost of what I’d just felt—his cock brushing my lips, sliding across my tongue—was burned into me. Revulsion twisted in my gut, but underneath it, something darker pulsed: the humiliating ache in my cock, still leaking, still hard, betraying me.
Jeff laughed low, a sound that rumbled in his chest as he gripped Nicole’s hips and drove deeper. “Goddamn, Travis,” he said, his voice thick with triumph. “You tasted me. Had my cock in your mouth before she even got it again. And now look.” He snapped his hips, burying himself to the hilt, making Nicole scream. “You’re watching me fuck her with the same dick you just licked.”
My knees went weak, my body trembling. The shame seared me, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of my wife spread open, impaled on him, dripping with his seed.
Nicole sobbed, her head falling back against Jeff’s shoulder, her lips parted as her moans spilled freely. Her thighs quaked, her breasts bouncing as he pounded her harder, stretching her with each brutal thrust.
Jeff leaned close to her ear, but his eyes never left mine. “Hear that, cuck? Those screams? That’s your wife begging for more of the cock you just tasted.” His grin widened, cruel and gleaming. “That’s who you are now. And that’s who she belongs to.”
Nicole’s nails raked down his arms, her cries peaking again as her body writhed helplessly, torn between shame and the undeniable pleasure he forced out of her.
And I stood there, torn apart, every sense drowning in revulsion, jealousy, and the humiliating fire of arousal that refused to let me go.
Jeff’s pace grew merciless, his thick thighs slapping against Nicole’s ass with every brutal thrust. The sound filled the room—wet, raw, obscene. His cock drove into her over and over, stretching her, pounding her open until she could barely breathe.
Nicole’s sobs broke into ragged cries, her nails clawing at his arms, her head snapping back against his shoulder. “Oh God—oh God, I can’t—” Her voice cracked into a scream as her body betrayed her.
Her thighs clenched around him, her whole frame seizing as the orgasm ripped through her. She bucked in his lap, gasping, moaning his nickname—“Daddy!”—as she convulsed on his cock.
Her pussy clenched hard around him, milking every inch as her climax tore her apart. Her sobs mingled with her moans, her hips grinding wildly as her body surrendered to the violent waves of release.
Jeff’s growl rumbled deep in his chest, his arms crushing her against him as he drove harder. “That’s it. Cum for me, Nicole. Cum on my cock while your husband watches. Show him who really owns this pussy.”
Nicole screamed again, her voice breaking, her body trembling violently. Her tears streaked down her cheeks, but her moans told the truth—loud, desperate, shattering.
I stood frozen, my chest hollow, my cock dripping, watching my wife come undone in his arms—her orgasm wrung from her by the same cock that had just brushed my lips.
And as she sobbed and moaned against him, her body quaking in ecstasy, Jeff’s grin locked on me, savoring my torment as much as her climax.
Nicole was still shaking, her body quivering in Jeff’s lap, her breath ragged and shallow as the last waves of her orgasm faded. Her folds twitched, slick and swollen, glistening with her release. Jeff held her hips firm, then, with a slow and deliberate pull, slid his cock out of her.
The sound was wet, obscene—a thick suction as he withdrew, leaving her gaping, a glistening trail of his arousal dripping down her thighs. Nicole whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her head tilting back against his chest, her lips parting in a faint sob.
Jeff smirked, his cock heavy and gleaming as it throbbed against her slick skin. He tilted his head toward me, his voice low and commanding. “Travis. Come here.”
My chest clenched, my feet heavy, but I moved forward, drawn to the edge of the bed, my cock throbbing with humiliation and need.
Jeff angled his hips, his cock hovering just above Nicole’s messy, trembling folds. “Put it back in,” he ordered, his grin sharp. “Guide me into your wife. Let her watch you submit.”
Nicole’s wide, tear-glossed eyes lifted to mine, shimmering with shame and fire. Her lips trembled, a faint moan breaking from her throat. She remembered. She remembered how I’d done this the night before—and she had loved it.
Her hand slipped to her breast, clutching it as she whispered, breathless, “Travis…” The sound of my name on her lips sent a shiver through me, even as my heart pounded with fear and jealousy.
My hand shook as I reached forward, my fingers brushing Jeff’s slick, throbbing shaft. The heat of him burned against my skin, thick and impossibly real. I guided him down slowly, the head dragging across Nicole’s folds, smearing her slick across him again.
Her body twitched, her moan breaking louder as she watched me—watched her husband submit, watched me position the cock that had broken her open all night long.
Jeff chuckled, low and cruel. “That’s it, cuck. Show her who puts me inside her now.”
And with my trembling hand, I lined him up with her entrance, guiding the swollen head against her opening as her body quivered, ready to accept him again.
My hand shook as I held him, Jeff’s cock hot and slick in my grip, heavy in a way that made my own feel small and useless. Nicole’s eyes stayed fixed on me, wide and shimmering, her lips parted as she trembled, waiting.
With a shallow breath, I pressed the swollen head down against her folds. The tip spread her lips easily, dragging across her swollen entrance, smearing her slick and Jeff’s residue. Her hips twitched at the contact, a whimper catching in her throat.
Jeff groaned low, his grin sharp. “Do it, Travis. Put me back where I belong.”
I swallowed hard, my chest tight, and gave the slightest push. The head eased past her entrance with a wet, obscene sound, stretching her again. Nicole gasped, her back arching, her nails clutching at Jeff’s forearms as her body shuddered.
Her moan spilled out, high and trembling. “Ohhh God…”
I froze, my fingers still wrapped around the thick shaft, feeling it pulse as I pressed him deeper into her. Inch by inch, she opened around him again, her body slick and ready, taking him without resistance.
Her eyes never left mine. The shame, the fire, the undeniable thrill—they all flickered there as she moaned louder, her lips trembling.
“Travis…” she whispered, her voice ragged, half plea, half confession. “You’re putting him inside me…”
Her words hollowed me, lit me on fire, made my cock throb painfully as I guided Jeff’s cock deeper until his length was buried to the hilt, stretching her full again.
Nicole’s head fell back against his chest, a guttural moan tearing from her throat, her body clenching around him as she surrendered once more.
Jeff exhaled a growl of satisfaction, his hand sliding into her hair as he kissed her temple. “Good boy, Travis,” he said darkly. “Now sit back and watch what you just did to her.”
Jeff’s big hands slid firmly up Nicole’s trembling sides, and with a grunt he shifted her body, turning her until she faced him. Her damp hair clung to her flushed cheeks, her breasts rising and falling as she straddled him, still impaled on his massive cock.
Her thighs quivered as she adjusted, her pussy stretched full, gripping him tight. Jeff steadied her hips, guiding her rhythm, and then pulled her face down to his.
Their mouths crashed together, hungry, wet, and consuming. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, and she moaned into the kiss, her hands clinging to his shoulders.
Slowly at first, then with growing urgency, Nicole began to rock on him—her hips rolling back and forth, then lifting and dropping. Each movement dragged his cock out of her glistening heat before she sank back down, taking him deep again.
She gasped against his lips as his thickness filled her, her moans muffled by his mouth, her body quivering with each bounce. Her breasts swayed with the motion, her nipples brushing his sweaty chest as she rode him, their kiss breaking only long enough for her to draw in a desperate breath before their lips locked again.
From my seat at the edge of the bed, I could see everything—the obscene stretch of her body around him, the way his cock gleamed with her slick as she impaled herself again and again.
Her sounds grew louder, broken gasps mingling with the wet slap of her thighs against his. Jeff groaned deep into her mouth, his hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing, pulling her harder onto him with every thrust.
Nicole moaned into the kiss, her voice muffled, her body rocking frantically as she surrendered completely—her hips rising and falling, her moans spilling freely as she rode his massive cock with raw abandon.
From my spot at the edge of the bed, the scene blurred in front of me—my wife straddling Jeff, her lips locked to his, her body rising and falling on his cock with a need I’d never seen before. Every moan, every gasp, every frantic roll of her hips said more than words ever could.
And all I could do was watch.
I thought about how far we’d come—or maybe how far we’d fallen—over these past few months. It hadn’t happened overnight. It started with small things. Nicole’s blush the first time Jeff teased her in front of me. The way she leaned into the exhibitionism when she wore less around the house at his “suggestion.” The Reddit page. The challenges. The thrill of being seen.
One boundary at a time, each line we swore we’d never cross slowly eroded. First a kiss. Then his hands on her in places only mine had been. Then her admitting out loud, in front of me, that she liked it. That she liked him.
I remembered the night in his office, holding her thighs apart as he went down on her, the way she trembled, the way I didn’t stop it. The movie theater—her straddling him, her breathless moans, her bare skin sliding over his lap while I sat inches away, frozen, hard, unable to intervene.
Every moment had chipped away at something I thought was unbreakable between us. And yet, every moment bound me tighter to the fire of it. To her.
Now she was here, in our bed, riding him like he was the only man who’d ever made her feel alive. And the worst part—the most terrifying truth—was how much I needed it. How much it hollowed me out to see her like this, and yet how violently it turned me on.
I stared at her flushed face, her lips crushed to Jeff’s, and wondered: was this who she had always been, buried deep until the right push set her free? Or had Jeff remade her piece by piece into this insatiable woman, this exhibitionist, this wife who could look into my eyes and admit another man fucked her better?
And if she’d been transformed, what did that make me—the husband who let it happen? The husband who couldn’t stop it? Or the cuckold who discovered that part of him had always wanted this all along?
The wet slap of her thighs against Jeff’s, the muffled moans against his mouth, the sight of her back arching as she took him deeper—those filled my vision. But inside, all I could see were the steps that had led us here, every one of them leading to this moment where my wife belonged to him, while I sat in the shadows, watching, aching, needing her more than ever.
Nicole’s lips were still pressed to Jeff’s, their mouths devouring each other as she rose and fell on him, her body slick with sweat, her breasts bouncing with every drop of her hips. Jeff’s hands clamped down on her ass, guiding her, controlling her pace, pulling her harder onto him until every wet impact echoed in our bedroom.
But then—she broke the kiss.
Her head turned, her hair falling in damp strands across her flushed cheeks, her lips swollen and wet from Jeff’s mouth. And her eyes found me.
For a moment, the room seemed to go silent except for the wet squelch of her pussy taking him, the faint slap of their bodies colliding.
Her gaze locked on mine—glassier than ever, shimmering with shame, with fire, with something achingly tender. Her moans didn’t stop, her hips didn’t falter, but her eyes told me what her mouth couldn’t while Jeff groaned against her neck: she still saw me.
The world tilted under the weight of it. She was riding him, moaning for him, kissing him like she couldn’t breathe without him—and yet, in that one stolen look, she reminded me that I wasn’t invisible. That even in her surrender, she was reaching for me.
My throat tightened, my cock twitching painfully as I drank her in. Her flushed chest, the sticky sheen of sweat across her breasts, the way her thighs trembled as she worked herself up and down Jeff’s length. But it was her eyes that undid me.
They whispered, I still love you. Even as her moans screamed something else entirely.
Jeff didn’t notice, his mouth busy on her throat, his growls filling the space between us. But I felt it. That flicker of connection buried beneath her surrender, that thread still tying us together even as she belonged to him in every other way.
And it was enough to keep me frozen there, trembling, watching, needing, while she gave herself to Jeff with her body—and to me with her eyes.
Jeff’s growl rumbled against Nicole’s damp skin as his hands slid lower, gripping the full curve of her ass. He spread her cheeks wide, exposing every glistening detail as she rode him, his cock disappearing into her soaked folds with every desperate drop of her hips.
Then his middle finger found it—her tight, sensitive ring.
Nicole’s eyes, still locked to mine, fluttered shut as the touch broke her composure. A whimper slipped from her lips, soft and involuntary, her head tilting back as her body shivered in Jeff’s lap.
I froze, breath caught in my throat, watching as his thick finger pressed against her most vulnerable place, circling, teasing, smearing her slick until it glistened.
“Yeah…” Jeff muttered low, savoring the way she trembled for him. “You love that, don’t you?”
Her only answer was another broken whimper, her hips faltering for half a beat before instinct carried her back down onto his cock, the motion driving his finger harder against her.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed inside.
Nicole’s cry split the room, high and trembling, her back arching as his finger slid past the tight ring. Her body jerked, clenched, tried to resist—but she didn’t stop riding him. If anything, the rhythm grew more frantic, more desperate, her pussy gripping him tighter as she impaled herself again and again while his finger stretched her further.
Her lips parted in silent gasps, her face turned toward me once more, but her eyes stayed closed, lashes wet, her expression raw with a mixture of shame, fear, and undeniable pleasure.
And I sat frozen, cock throbbing, heart hammering, watching my wife surrender to yet another part of Jeff’s claim—her body giving him access where I never had, her whimpers filling the air as his finger moved inside her, in rhythm with his cock.
The wet sounds grew louder, the smell heavier, the sight more obscene. And still she let it happen.
Jeff’s low chuckle vibrated in his chest as Nicole whimpered around his cock and finger, her body trembling in his lap. He spread her wider, his thumb digging into one cheek, his finger twisting deeper into her tightness.
Then his eyes cut to me, sharp and commanding. “Travis,” he growled. “Go get her plug.”
My stomach dropped. For a moment, I didn’t move, frozen at the edge of the bed.
Jeff’s smirk widened, cruel. “You know the one. The silver plug I bought her weeks ago.” He gave Nicole’s ass a firm slap, making her yelp. “Go on. Fetch it for me like the good cuck you are.”
My legs felt weak as I rose, but I obeyed, moving to the dresser. My fingers fumbled at the drawer pull, my chest tight as I slid it open. There it was—cold, gleaming, unmistakable. The silver plug, heavier than it looked, resting where she’d hidden it.
I lifted it with trembling hands, the metal cool against my palm. The shame burned hot in my chest. He’d bought it for her. For this. And now I was delivering it to him.
When I turned back, Nicole was still straddling Jeff, her body rocking on his cock as his finger worked her ass. Her flushed face turned toward me, her lips parted in a moan, her eyes glassy with shame and need.
Jeff held her steady, his gaze fixed on me. “Bring it here,” he said, his tone low, deliberate. “Hand it to me. Let’s make sure she’s really filled the way she should be.”
I swallowed hard, each step back to the bed heavy with dread and arousal, the cool weight of the plug in my shaking hand.
I held the plug out with shaking hands, the cool silver gleaming under the bedroom light. My chest heaved, my cock aching with humiliation, as Jeff reached forward and plucked it from my palm like a king accepting tribute.
“Good boy,” he muttered darkly, his grin wide, cruel. He turned the plug over in his thick fingers, letting the light catch the polished surface before holding it up where Nicole could see.
Her eyes went wide, her lips parting around a sharp breath. “Jeff, please…” she whimpered, her body tensing even as his cock still pulsed inside her, his finger buried in her ass.
Jeff leaned to her ear, his voice a low growl. “Shhh. You’ll take it, Nicole. And you’ll love it. Your husband’s going to watch me fill both of your holes tonight.”
She moaned brokenly, shaking her head, but her hips still rocked, still impaled herself on him, slick and trembling.
Jeff smeared the cool tip against her tight opening, his grin fixed on me as he did. “Watch closely, Travis. Watch your wife spread open for me again.”
I couldn’t breathe as I watched the silver press against her. Nicole gasped, her nails digging into Jeff’s shoulders, her whole body trembling as he slowly worked the plug against her resistance.
“God—please—” she whimpered, her face twisted in shame and fire.
The sound of it, the sight of her being opened, filled the room. Slick, wet, obscene. Until, with one steady push, the plug slid inside her.
Nicole cried out, her body jolting, her thighs quivering violently. Her head dropped against Jeff’s shoulder, her sobbing moans muffled against his skin.
Jeff groaned, satisfied, giving her ass a firm squeeze around the base of the toy. “Perfect. Now you’re plugged nice and tight for me.”
Then his eyes snapped back to mine, his grin darker than ever. “And next, Travis, I’m going to put my cock there. Right in her ass. While you watch me take what you never could.”
Nicole whimpered louder at his words, her eyes darting to me, shimmering with fear and arousal all tangled together.
And I stood there trembling, my cock throbbing, my stomach hollow, watching the man I hated most in the world prepare to claim my wife in a way I never had.