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“I was… aroused,” she said softly, her voice trembling with both shame and something else. I could see the struggle in her eyes—the same confusion and fear I had been feeling ever since that night. She had seen me; she had known all along. And now, she was admitting that somewhere, deep down, she felt it too.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight, unsure of what to say next. What was I supposed to feel? Relief? Guilt? The truth was, I didn’t know. But hearing her say it—hearing her confess that the same feelings I’d tried to suppress were burning inside her too—made everything more complicated.
“You were aroused?” I repeated, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Leah’s face flushed, her cheeks bright pink as she nodded. “I didn’t want to be,” she said quickly, almost defensively. “I hated it, Brian. I hated everything about that night. But… I can’t deny that part of me… reacted.”
I let her words sink in, each one more shocking than the last. Leah, my wife, who had been so hurt, so humiliated, was now telling me that part of her had found it arousing. It didn’t make sense, and yet it did. I understood it in a way I hadn’t wanted to admit before. The same shame I felt—that twisted, dark arousal I couldn’t explain—she had felt it too.
I took a deep breath, my hand reaching out to hers instinctively. “Leah, I don’t know how to make sense of it either,” I admitted, my voice low. “But I felt the same way. It confused me. I didn’t want to feel it, but I did.”
She looked down at our hands, her fingers tightening slightly around mine. “It scared me,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what to do with those feelings, Brian. I still don’t.”
I nodded, understanding completely. The events of that night had stirred up something in both of us—something we didn’t know how to process. And now, here we were, forced to confront the truth neither of us wanted to face.
“I think,” I began carefully, “we were both caught off guard by what happened. It wasn’t something we ever thought about, but when it happened, our bodies reacted in ways we didn’t expect.”
Leah sighed softly, her shoulders slumping as she leaned into me. “I’ve been trying to make sense of it ever since. But I still don’t know how to feel about it.”
I squeezed her hand gently, my heart aching for her. “Neither do I,” I admitted. “But maybe we don’t have to understand it right away. Maybe it’s enough that we’re talking about it now.”
Leah looked up at me, her blue eyes filled with uncertainty, but also a glimmer of hope. “I don’t want this to tear us apart, Brian. I want to move forward, but I just… don’t know how.”
I nodded, understanding the weight of her words. “We’ll figure it out,” I promised, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me. “Together.”
Leah leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder, and for the first time since that night, I felt a sense of peace. We didn’t have all the answers, and we probably wouldn’t for a long time. But we were talking—really talking—and that was the first step.
For now, that was enough.
As soon as I noticed the leak under the sink in our master bathroom, I knew I had no choice but to call Scott. I stood there for a moment, my mind swirling with mixed emotions. The last time Scott was here, everything had spiraled out of control. Now, calling him back felt like a gamble. But the leak wasn’t going to fix itself, and Leah was busy with work. I had to take care of it.
When I made the call, Scott answered with his usual cocky confidence. “Hey, Brian. Need a hand?”
“Yeah,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. “Got a leak under the sink in the master bathroom. Think you could come over and take a look?”
I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “No problem, man. Be there in twenty.”
When Scott arrived, I led him upstairs, keeping things as casual as possible. As he bent down to examine the pipes, I stood in the doorway, watching him closely. There was an uneasiness between us that I couldn’t ignore, a tension lingering in the air that had nothing to do with the plumbing.
“Looks like you’ve got a loose joint here. I’ll need to tighten it up and replace a washer,” Scott said, wiping his hands on his jeans before looking up at me.
I cleared my throat, trying to sound more assertive than I felt. “Look, Scott, I need to say something.” My voice was steady, but there was a nervous edge beneath it. “What happened last time you were here… your behavior… it was unacceptable. It was rude. You crossed a line, and I should’ve said something sooner.”
Scott stood up slowly, wiping his hands again, that infuriating grin spreading across his face. He didn’t look surprised at all. In fact, he seemed amused. “Is that so?” he asked, his tone light, as if I’d just told him a joke. “Unacceptable, huh?”
I nodded, trying to maintain my composure. “Yeah, it was. You disrespected Leah, and you disrespected me.”
Scott took a step toward me, his expression smug. “Brian, come on, man. We both know what really happened that night. You can sit there and act like the big protective husband all you want, but I saw the way you were watching her. I saw how hard you were. Hell, Leah saw it too.”
I felt my face flush with anger and embarrassment. “That’s not the point, Scott. What you did was wrong.”
Scott raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Was it? Or did I just bring out something you didn’t expect to feel? Something Leah didn’t expect either?”
My heart pounded in my chest as his words hit too close to home. I hated that he was right. As much as I wanted to deny it, Scott had seen through me that night. He had seen the way I couldn’t look away, the way my body betrayed me. And now, he was calling me out on it.
I clenched my fists at my sides, feeling my pulse quicken. “That doesn’t excuse what you did. You pushed Leah into something she wasn’t ready for.”
Scott shrugged, completely unfazed. “Maybe. But let’s not kid ourselves, Brian. You didn’t stop it. You wanted it to happen. And so did she, even if she didn’t want to admit it at first.”
I felt a lump forming in my throat, the weight of his words settling in. There was a truth there I didn’t want to face, but it was undeniable. That night had stirred something dark and twisted inside me, and Scott had been the catalyst.
Scott took a step closer, his voice lowering. “You’re trying to play the hero now, but we both know that’s not what you really want. You can’t hide from this, Brian. You liked watching her with me. You liked it a lot more than you thought you would.”
I couldn’t find the words to respond. All I could do was stand there, frozen, as Scott smirked at me, knowing he had me exactly where he wanted.
With one final glance, he bent down and finished tightening the pipe. “There, all fixed. No need to thank me,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he stood up again. “But let me know if you ever need something else… fixed.” His eyes flicked toward the door, clearly implying more than just plumbing.
I stood there, my chest tight with a mix of anger, shame, and something I couldn’t quite place. I realized he had seen through every defense I had tried to put up. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I hated him for it—or myself.
Leah arrived home earlier than I expected. I heard the front door open, her keys clinking against the countertop as she called out, “Brian, you home?” My heart raced instantly. Scott was still upstairs, finishing up with the leak. I hadn’t thought about the possibility of her walking in on us.
Before I could respond or move to stop her, I heard the light padding of her footsteps as she made her way up the stairs. “Brian?” Her voice was closer now, and in a matter of seconds, she was at the bedroom door, where Scott and I stood, still caught in the aftermath of our tense exchange.
I saw her before she saw us. She was unbuttoning her jacket, her fingers quick and absentminded as if she’d done it a thousand times before. Then, without hesitation, she shrugged it off, revealing the pink lacy bra underneath, her work shirt halfway down her shoulders.
Her eyes went wide when she saw us standing there—me, tense and awkward, and Scott, his usual smirk already curling on his lips.
“Leah,” I started, my voice shaky, “I didn’t know you’d be home this early.”
She froze for a moment, her hands gripping the fabric of her shirt as it hovered at her elbows. “I—uh…” She looked between the two of us, clearly taken aback, her face flushing as she realized she was standing in front of Scott in nothing but her bra and work pants.
Scott, ever the opportunist, didn’t miss a beat. His eyes lingered on Leah longer than they should have, drinking in the sight of her standing there, exposed and vulnerable. “Well, look who decided to join us,” he said, his voice slick with amusement.
Leah’s eyes darted to me, seeking some kind of explanation, but before I could say anything, Scott took a step closer, his presence filling the room with a palpable tension.
“You know,” Scott said, his gaze still locked on Leah, “I was just finishing up here, but now that you’re home, maybe we can revisit what happened last time.” His words hung in the air, thick with suggestion, as if he was daring us both to cross another line.
“Scott,” I warned, my voice sharp, but I could hear the hesitation in it, the uncertainty. The truth was, I didn’t know how to navigate this. The look on Leah’s face told me she didn’t either.
But Scott wasn’t backing down. He never did. “Come on, Brian,” he said with a laugh, “don’t act like this wasn’t what you were hoping for. I mean, she’s already halfway there.” His eyes flicked back to Leah, who stood frozen, her breath shallow as her shirt still hung from her arms.
I could see the flicker of something in Leah’s eyes—fear, confusion, and maybe… arousal. It was subtle, but it was there. Scott, ever the manipulator, noticed it too.
“Leah,” Scott said, his voice lowering as he took another step toward her. “You don’t have to pretend. We’ve already been through this before. You know what’s happening here.” His tone was soft, almost coaxing, as if he was trying to draw her into the situation without her fully realizing it.
I felt my stomach twist in knots, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. I hated it, but there was a part of me—a dark, shameful part—that was curious to see where this would go. The same part of me that had been aroused the last time. And Scott knew it.
Leah stood there, her chest rising and falling quickly as she looked between us. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the same confusion and pull I had felt before. She was on the edge, and Scott was pushing her, pushing both of us, to see how far we’d go this time.
“Why don’t you just let the shirt fall, Leah?” Scott suggested, his voice smooth, like a devil whispering in her ear. “We both know what you want. What he wants.” He shot me a knowing glance, his smirk deepening.
Leah swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly as she hesitated. I could see the way her body reacted, the way her skin flushed, her nipples hardening under the lace of her bra. She was caught, just like I was, in the pull of the moment, and before I could stop her, the shirt slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.
Scott let out a low chuckle, stepping even closer, his eyes never leaving Leah’s. “That’s a good girl.”
I stood there, torn between the urge to intervene and the twisted desire to see what would happen next. My breath hitched as Scott closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to brush lightly against Leah’s exposed arm. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away.
Instead, she just looked at me, her eyes searching for something, maybe permission, maybe reassurance. And in that moment, I realized I couldn’t give her either. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore, didn’t know where this was heading. But I couldn’t deny the electric tension that filled the room—the same tension that had driven us all to this point.
Scott, sensing the shift, leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. “So, Brian… what do you think? Should we push those boundaries a little more?”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my heart pounding in my chest. The words were there, hanging in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to say them. All I could do was watch as Leah stood before us, half-naked, her body betraying the conflict raging inside her, just as mine had so many times before.
Scott didn’t need to hear the words. My silence was all the permission he needed. I could see it in his eyes—the way they gleamed with triumph, as if he had won some unspoken battle between us. My chest tightened as the reality of the moment settled over me, and I stood there, paralyzed by a mix of shame, arousal, and helplessness.
He stepped closer to Leah, his gaze fixed on her as if I wasn’t even in the room. Her breath hitched as he closed the gap between them, his hand reaching out slowly, deliberately, testing how far this would go. I watched, my throat dry, unable to stop what was happening.
Scott’s fingers brushed Leah’s arm, the touch featherlight but charged with an intensity that made my stomach twist. Leah didn’t pull away. She didn’t even flinch. Instead, her eyes flicked to me, wide and questioning, as if she was asking me what to do, waiting for some kind of signal. But I had nothing to give her.
Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, and I could see the subtle shift in her posture—how her body reacted, betraying the confusion and excitement that had begun to build between us all. I hated that I noticed it, hated even more that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
“She knows what she wants,” Scott murmured, his voice low and confident. He ran his hand down Leah’s bare arm again, this time lingering a little longer, his fingers trailing down to her wrist. His touch was both possessive and gentle, testing the waters, pushing her further with every passing second.
Leah swallowed hard, her eyes locked on mine as Scott continued to touch her. I could see the internal struggle etched across her face—the fear, the uncertainty, but also the arousal. She was trapped in the same twisted pull that had gripped me, caught between wanting to resist and the undeniable heat that had ignited between us all.
Scott, ever the predator, sensed the moment and took another step forward, his hand slipping to the small of Leah’s back. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “You want this, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice just loud enough for me to hear. “And so does he.”
I felt my heart slam against my chest, the pulse of shame and desire coursing through me. I wanted to speak, to tell him to stop, but the words lodged in my throat, trapped by the weight of everything that had been left unsaid between us.
Leah’s body stiffened for a moment, her breath catching, and then—slowly—she exhaled, her eyes still searching mine. She didn’t answer him. She didn’t need to. Her body was doing all the talking, her lips parting slightly, her nipples pressing against the pink lace of her bra as Scott’s hand roamed lower, just above the waistband of her pants.
I stood there, powerless, watching as Scott took my silence as consent to push further. His hand slid over Leah’s hip, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin, and I could feel the heat building in the room, thick and suffocating. Leah’s breath hitched again, and I saw the way her body arched ever so slightly into his touch, as if she couldn’t help herself.
My stomach churned, torn between wanting to stop it all and the dark, undeniable arousal that gripped me tighter with every second that passed. Scott turned to me, that infuriating smirk still plastered across his face. “You see?” he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “She’s already halfway there.”
Leah glanced between us, her eyes pleading for something—an answer, a sign, anything that would tell her how to feel. But I didn’t have it. All I had was the sickening realization that this was happening, right in front of me, and I had let it go this far.
Scott’s fingers slipped just beneath the waistband of her pants now, tracing the edge of her skin as he pushed the boundary even further. “Let’s see how far we can take this, huh?” he said softly, almost to himself.
Leah’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling slightly as she stood frozen between us, caught in the push and pull of her own desires and fears. And I, watching helplessly, knew that I had crossed a line I could never uncross.
Scott leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck, and I saw Leah close her eyes, her body reacting instinctively to his touch. I felt my stomach drop, the shame burning through me like fire, but there was no turning back now.
The boundaries were gone, and we were free-falling into whatever came next.
Scott’s hand moved to Leah’s waist, his fingers slipping just beneath the fabric of her pants. His smirk widened as he leaned in closer, whispering something I couldn’t hear, but it made Leah’s body stiffen, her breath catching in her throat. Then, almost as if time had slowed, I watched him take a step back, his hand still resting on her hip, and he looked her up and down with the same smug expression that had haunted me since that first night.
“Take them off,” he said softly, but the command was clear.
Leah hesitated, her eyes flicking toward me again, a mixture of fear and uncertainty crossing her face. She was searching for something—some sign that I would stop this, or maybe that I wanted this. I wasn’t sure anymore. All I knew was that I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My own breath was shallow, my chest tight with the weight of what was happening.
Scott’s eyes narrowed, his hand tightening on her hip for just a moment before he leaned in again. “You don’t have to pretend,” he murmured, his voice dripping with confidence. “We both know what’s going to happen. Might as well get started.”
Leah swallowed hard, her lips parting as she let out a shaky breath. Her fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over the waistband of her pants, her skin flushed under the soft light. The contrast between her and Scott couldn’t have been starker.
She was beautiful—there was no other way to describe it. Her skin was smooth and soft, flushed with a mixture of nerves and arousal, her blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Her body, slim and athletic from years of dedication to her work and herself, seemed almost ethereal in its perfection. The pink lace of her bra barely covered her, her breasts full and firm, her nipples pressing against the fabric, a visual reminder of just how vulnerable and exposed she was in this moment.
And then there was Scott.
The sight of him, standing next to her, was almost grotesque in its stark contrast. His gut hung over the waistband of his jeans, stretching the fabric of his stained, too-small t-shirt. His skin was pale, almost sickly, a sharp contrast to Leah’s tanned, glowing complexion. His graying, greasy hair was unkempt, the balding patch on the back of his head only adding to the repulsive nature of his appearance. Everything about Scott screamed neglect—his sagging jowls, the way his shirt clung to his body, stained and worn, his thick fingers rough and calloused from years of manual labor. He was every bit the slob I had always known him to be.
And yet, here he was, standing in front of my wife, commanding her to undress for him. And I—I was letting it happen.
Leah’s fingers finally tugged at the waistband of her pants, and with a deep breath, she slid them down her hips. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but the pink lace bra and matching panties that clung to her body in all the right places. My throat tightened as I took in the sight of her—this woman I loved, standing half-naked in front of Scott, exposed and vulnerable in ways that made my stomach churn with a twisted mix of arousal and shame.
Scott’s eyes devoured her, his gaze lingering on every inch of her body as if he were savoring a prize he had long coveted. He didn’t even bother hiding his satisfaction, his lips curling into a grin as he looked her up and down, taking in every curve, every bit of soft, flawless skin.
“Good girl,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust as he reached out, his hand brushing over her bare hip. “You’re even more perfect than I remembered.”
Leah’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath shallow as she stood there, frozen under his gaze. Her eyes met mine briefly, and I could see the confusion, the fear, and—God help me—the faintest hint of arousal in her expression.
Scott’s hand moved up her side, his rough fingers brushing against her smooth skin, and I watched in helpless silence as he trailed his hand along the edge of her bra, his fingers skimming the delicate lace.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice soft but dripping with that same smug confidence. “So much more beautiful than someone like me deserves, huh?”
Leah didn’t respond, her eyes darting back to me, pleading for something—anything. But I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. All I could do was watch as Scott slowly pushed her boundaries further, his touch claiming her, his gaze devouring her, while I stood on the sidelines, powerless to stop it.
The contrast between them—the perfection of Leah’s body, her grace and beauty, and the sheer ugliness of Scott’s appearance—made the whole situation feel surreal, like a twisted dream I couldn’t wake up from. And yet, it was happening, right in front of me.
Scott’s fingers slipped under the strap of her bra, tugging it slightly as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. “Let’s see all of you, Leah,” he whispered. “Take it off.”
And there it was. The final push.
Leah hesitated, her body trembling under the weight of his words, her eyes locked on mine. I could see the question in her gaze—did I want her to stop? Did I want her to continue? And I—I still didn’t have the answer.
She reached behind her, her fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra, and I watched as she slowly, hesitantly, unhooked it. The lace slid down her arms, falling to the floor, leaving her bare before him.
Scott let out a low, appreciative hum, his eyes roaming over her exposed body. “Perfect,” he muttered, his hand reaching out to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.
And I—I just stood there, watching, as Scott continued to push both of our boundaries further than I ever thought possible.
Scott’s eyes never left Leah as he slowly circled her, admiring the way her body responded to his touch. I could see it—the subtle arch of her back, the way her breath hitched as his fingers brushed over her skin. The tension in the room had thickened to an unbearable level, and I stood there, my fists clenched, watching as the boundaries we’d once set were shattered piece by piece.
“Now the panties,” Scott said, his voice low but commanding.
Leah’s gaze flicked to me again, searching for something—permission, a way out, anything. But once again, I had nothing to give. My silence, my inaction, told her everything she needed to know. This was happening, and there was no turning back.
Her fingers trembled as she hooked them under the waistband of her pink lace panties. Slowly, she slid them down her hips, letting them fall to the floor. And just like that, Leah was standing completely naked in front of him.
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing, as Scott took a step back to admire her. His eyes roamed over every inch of her body, lingering on the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the way her legs trembled slightly with a mix of nerves and arousal. She was perfect—too perfect for someone like him. The stark contrast between her flawless beauty and his crude, ugly appearance was almost surreal, and yet, it only seemed to fuel his desire.
“God, you’re stunning,” Scott muttered, his voice thick with lust as he stepped closer, his hands trailing down her sides, his rough fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I could look at you all day.”
Leah’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples hard, her skin flushed with a mixture of fear and something darker. I could see it now—the way her body responded to him, the way she was torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to give in to the moment.
Scott’s hand slipped between her legs, brushing lightly over the soft skin of her inner thigh, teasing her, testing her limits. Leah let out a small gasp, her body tensing under his touch. He smiled, clearly enjoying the control he had over her—and over me.
“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice soft and dangerous. “You like being naked in front of me. You like how it feels to be watched, to be touched like this.”
Leah didn’t answer, but her body spoke for her. Her breath quickened, her legs shifting slightly, and I could see the way she was fighting against her own desires, the way she was losing that battle with every passing second.
Scott’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing over her slick folds, and Leah let out a soft, involuntary moan. It was quiet, barely audible, but it was enough to make my stomach churn with a twisted mix of jealousy and arousal.
Scott chuckled softly, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s what I thought,” he said, his fingers teasing her for just a moment longer before he pulled away.
Without warning, he grabbed Leah by the wrist, guiding her toward the bed. She followed, her eyes still wide with a mix of fear and arousal, her body moving as if she were in a trance. Scott wasted no time. He pushed her gently onto the bed, her naked body sinking into the soft sheets.
I stood frozen in place as Scott climbed onto the bed with her, positioning himself between her legs. He spread her thighs apart, his hands rough but deliberate, and I could see the anticipation in Leah’s eyes, the way her breath hitched as she realized what was about to happen.
“Relax,” Scott said, his voice low and soothing. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
And then he leaned down, his mouth finding the slick folds of her sex. Leah’s back arched instantly, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as Scott’s tongue flicked over her, slow and deliberate. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as Scott buried his face between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place as he worked.
Leah’s moans filled the room, soft at first, but growing louder with every passing second. Her body writhed under his touch, her hands gripping the sheets as Scott’s tongue explored her most sensitive places. I could see the way she was falling apart, piece by piece, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control.
Scott’s fingers joined his mouth, slipping inside her, and Leah cried out, her hips bucking against him. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. He pushed her further, harder, his fingers and tongue working together to bring her to the edge of pleasure.
And then, she came.
Leah’s body tensed, her back arching off the bed as a loud, guttural moan escaped her lips. Her thighs trembled, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white. I watched, helpless and aroused, as Scott continued to work her through her orgasm, his tongue flicking over her clit with practiced precision.
But he didn’t stop there.
Before Leah could even catch her breath, Scott’s fingers worked deeper, his tongue moving faster, sending her spiraling toward another climax. She moaned again, her body shuddering with pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Scott pushed her over the edge once more.
Her second orgasm hit her even harder than the first, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Scott didn’t let up. He kept going, his mouth and fingers relentless as he drove her to a third, even more intense orgasm.
Leah was a mess of moans and gasps, her body trembling, her chest heaving as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. And all I could do was watch, torn between the jealousy gnawing at my insides and the dark, undeniable arousal that had taken hold of me.
Scott finally pulled away, his lips glistening with Leah’s wetness, a satisfied smirk on his face as he sat back on his heels, admiring the sight of her naked, trembling body spread out before him.
“You’re amazing,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Absolutely fucking amazing.”
Leah lay there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed, her body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. She looked over at me, her eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and something else—something I couldn’t quite place.
Scott stood at the edge of the bed, his smirk still plastered across his face as he watched Leah catch her breath, her body still trembling from the relentless pleasure he had given her. He stood up and without warning, he began to strip. His stained t-shirt came off first, revealing his pale, sagging gut that jiggled slightly as he moved. His body was everything I had come to despise—a mess of greasy skin, thick and unkempt hair, and the remnants of a man who had long given up caring about his appearance.
He was grotesque, but as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor, my eyes were drawn to the one feature that stood out in stark contrast to everything else—his cock.
It was massive.
It hung between his legs, thick and veiny, an almost obscene sight against the backdrop of his otherwise unattractive body. I couldn’t help but stare, my stomach churning with a mix of disgust and something darker. Leah’s eyes widened as well, her gaze shifting from his cock back to me, panic flashing in her expression. We both knew what could happen next, and the thought sent a wave of fear crashing over me.
Scott climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Leah’s legs once again. But this time, he didn’t go for her with his mouth. No, this time, he took his cock in his hand and slowly, deliberately, slid it through her slick folds. Leah gasped, her body tensing instantly, her eyes locking onto mine as if pleading for me to stop what was happening.
I couldn’t move.
Scott let out a low groan of satisfaction as he continued to slide his cock along her folds, coating it in her wetness, teasing her in the cruelest way possible. His cock was so close to entering her—just a shift of his hips, and it would be done. I could see it in his face, in the way he looked down at her, in the way he enjoyed the power he held over both of us.
Leah’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body rigid with a mixture of fear and residual arousal. She was on edge, her body still responding to his touch even as her mind screamed against it. And I—God help me—felt the same panic rising inside me. This was too far. This was not what we had agreed to. But I still couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. I was frozen in place, trapped in the dark web of my own desires and shame.
Scott’s cock slid over her clit, and Leah’s body arched involuntarily, a moan escaping her lips despite the fear in her eyes. He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying how he was pushing both of us to the brink.
“You like that, don’t you?” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous as he continued to tease her. “I bet you’re just dying to know what it would feel like, huh? To have me inside you, stretching you out.”
Leah’s eyes darted back to mine, wide with panic, pleading for me to say something, to stop this before it went any further. My heart pounded in my chest, my throat tight, but I was still frozen, helpless to stop what was happening.
Scott’s cock pressed against her entrance now, poised to push inside, and I felt my stomach drop. This was it. He was going to do it. He was going to push too far, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
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