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Jeff groaned, throwing his head back, his stomach flexing. “Fuck, yes. That’s it. Lick me, Nicole. Rim me while your husband watches.” He forced her to keep her face buried against him, his hand holding her steady, his grin twisting with triumph.
Her eyes flicked to me then, watery and wide, her cheeks flaming as her tongue moved obediently. I couldn’t look away. My chest burned, my cock throbbed, my heart broke and swelled at once.
Jeff caught my stare, holding it, his voice dropping to a growl. “Look at this, Travis. Your wife’s tongue on my ass while you’re on your knees eating her pussy. That’s the truth of who you are. That’s the truth of what she is now.”
The words shredded me, humiliating and intoxicating. I groaned into her folds, licking harder, hungrier, needing to claim something of her even as she gave herself to him in the most degrading way imaginable.
Nicole moaned, the sound muffled against Jeff’s flesh. Her thighs clamped around my head, her whole body quivering as her tongue worked his rim. Her hips bucked against my mouth, her swollen clit throbbing under my tongue.
“God—Travis!” she gasped, her voice breaking as she licked Jeff, her body tightening around me. Her hands fisted the sheets, her back arching, and then she shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and raw, her moans muffled by Jeff’s body as her pussy flooded my mouth. She convulsed against me, clenching, spilling, her whole body trembling with release.
Jeff looked down, grinning wickedly as he held her head in place. “That’s it. Let him feel it. Let him taste what it’s like when you come from rimming another man.”
And I did — I tasted her climax, felt her body quake around me, while above me my wife’s tongue worked Jeff’s ass, her moans vibrating against him as she came undone.
Jeff’s laugh rumbled deep in his chest as Nicole trembled beneath him, her body still shuddering from release. His hand tightened in her hair, tugging her head back just enough for her lips to part from him, her face wet and flushed, her eyes wide and dazed.
Then his gaze shifted to me. Cold. Sharp. Unyielding.
“Well, Travis,” he said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Have you been a good cuck? Have you obeyed all my rules?”
The question pierced straight through me. My heart stopped. My tongue froze. Because I knew the truth.
I hadn’t.
My silence gave me away before I could speak. Jeff’s smirk faded into something darker. He exhaled slowly through his nose, shaking his head. “Didn’t think so.” His tone wasn’t angry — it was worse. Disappointed. Like a teacher catching a failing student.
Nicole stirred, trying to rise, but Jeff’s hand on her chest pinned her gently but firmly against the mattress. He climbed off the bed, his heavy frame shifting until he was standing over me.
I was still on my knees, my mouth wet with my wife’s arousal, my body trembling. And then I saw it — his cock, still glistening from Nicole’s lips, swinging inches from my face.
“Look at you,” Jeff muttered, his grin returning, crueler now. “You did such a nice job getting her ready for me… maybe it’s time you did the same for my cock.”
My stomach lurched. The smell hit me first — musky, salty, overwhelming, the sheer heat of his body radiating off him. My throat closed, my heart hammering in my chest as I leaned back slightly, but his massive girth followed, dangling close, casting a shadow over my face.
Nicole gasped behind him, her voice breaking. “Jeff—no…”
He ignored her, his eyes locked on mine, savoring my panic. His words came low, commanding. “Open your mouth, Travis. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Fear crashed over me, raw and primal. Revulsion tangled with the sick heat burning in my gut, my cock twitching against my thigh even as bile rose in my throat. Every one of my senses was overwhelmed by him — the sight of it, the smell of him, the weight of his command pressing down on me.
I froze, trembling on my knees, caught between defiance and collapse as his cock hovered inches from my lips.
Jeff held there for a long, agonizing moment, his cock swaying inches from my lips. My stomach knotted, my chest heaving, my whole body rigid with terror and shame.
Then he chuckled. A deep, guttural laugh that rolled through the room like thunder.
“Relax, Travis,” he said, pulling back just enough for me to breathe. His grin spread wide, cruel and satisfied. “I’m joking. You’re not ready for that. Not yet.”
My head sagged forward, the air rushing out of my lungs in a shuddering gasp. Relief hit me hard, but it wasn’t clean — it burned with humiliation. He’d seen my fear, tasted it, and he was enjoying every second.
Jeff turned back toward the bed, his attention shifting to Nicole. She was sprawled on her back, her breasts rising and falling, her face still flushed and damp from what he’d made her do. Her eyes darted to me, wide and searching, but Jeff climbed onto the mattress, his weight making it dip beneath him.
“Now,” he growled, crawling over her body, positioning himself between her thighs, “let’s get back to what we both know you want.”
Nicole whimpered, trembling as his cock pressed against her slick folds. Her hands came up to his chest, half pushing, half clinging. “Jeff…” she whispered, torn between defiance and need.
He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, his voice low and commanding. “Spread your legs, Nicole. Let your husband watch me take what’s mine.”
And she did — her thighs falling open, her hips arching instinctively even as tears clung to her lashes.
I remained on my knees at the side of the bed, my cock aching, my body hollow and burning all at once, forced to watch as Jeff positioned himself to drive into her again — to claim her fully in the bed that had always been ours.
Jeff hovered over her, his bulk pressing Nicole deeper into the mattress as he ground the heavy crown of his cock against her swollen folds. He teased her relentlessly, dragging the slick head up and down her entrance, smearing her wetness across himself but never pushing inside.
Nicole’s chest heaved, her hands planted against his chest, trembling but firm. “You’re an asshole,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes blazing despite the tears shining in them. “You don’t deserve me.”
Jeff chuckled low, the sound rumbling in his throat. He pressed the thick head just barely against her opening, making her gasp, her back arching instinctively. “Maybe not,” he said, his voice taunting. “But your pussy doesn’t seem to agree.”
Nicole whimpered, her nails digging into his skin as her body betrayed her, her hips lifting to meet the pressure even as she shook her head. “No… no, Jeff. You’re vile. You’re nothing.”
He pushed just the tip inside, stretching her slightly, then pulled back, the slick sound obscene in the silence. “Nothing?” he echoed, grinning down at her. “Then why are you dripping for me? Why is your husband hard as a rock watching me tease you?”
Her eyes flicked toward me for only a second — a flash of guilt, of love, of fire — before Jeff rolled his hips again, dragging the swollen tip back to her entrance and pressing harder.
Nicole gasped, her fists curling against his chest, her words tumbling out in a broken whisper. “You don’t deserve me…”
But her body said otherwise, trembling, soaking, opening for him with every relentless nudge.
And I knelt helplessly beside the bed, my cock aching, my heart breaking, as Jeff teased her with what I knew he’d soon take.
Nicole’s words trembled in the air, defiant but weakening, her fists still pressed against Jeff’s chest. “You don’t deserve me…” she whispered again, her voice cracking.
Jeff smirked, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her soaked entrance. “Then prove it,” he growled. And with a sudden thrust of his hips, he drove forward.
Nicole cried out, her back arching as his massive girth split her open. Her nails clawed against his skin, her body jolting as inch after inch sank into her, stretching her until her thighs quivered.
Her gasp broke into a moan she tried to swallow, but Jeff’s mouth descended on hers. His lips crushed hers in a rough, claiming kiss, swallowing her sounds as his hips pressed her deeper into the mattress.
She resisted at first, her lips tight, turning her head slightly. But his tongue teased her mouth open, his cock filling her completely, and slowly — helplessly — she kissed him back. Her hands slid from his chest to his shoulders, clinging as her body betrayed her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips tilting instinctively, accepting him. Every slow push and pull had her gasping into his mouth, her moans muffled as she surrendered inch by inch.
Jeff broke the kiss only to murmur against her lips, his breath hot, his tone triumphant. “There it is. Your mouth says I don’t deserve you, but your body knows exactly who I am to you.”
Nicole whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, her thighs trembling around him. And even as tears streaked down her cheeks, her lips pressed back to his, kissing him hungrily now, her body giving in to the massive cock that claimed her all over again.
And I watched from my knees — my cock throbbing, my chest hollow — as my wife slowly surrendered beneath him, kissing the man she swore she hated while he filled her deeper than I ever could.
Jeff’s thrusts started slow, deliberate, each one forcing a gasp from Nicole’s lips as he buried himself inside her. But soon his pace quickened — his hips snapping harder, driving her body up against the mattress with every thrust.
Nicole cried out, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. Her moans came faster now, broken, helpless sounds that filled the room. Her legs tightened around his waist, her body no longer resisting but pulling him deeper, demanding more.
I couldn’t stay on my knees any longer. My chest ached, my cock throbbed, and I needed to be closer — needed to touch her, to remind her I was there. I climbed onto the bed beside her, Jeff’s heavy form still pinning her down, his massive cock slamming into her over and over.
Her hair clung damp to her cheeks, sticking to her forehead with sweat. Gently, reverently, I brushed it aside, my fingers trembling as I leaned in to kiss her temple.
Her eyes fluttered open at the touch, dazed, wide, full of tears and heat. She gasped as Jeff drove into her, then turned her face toward me, a sob catching in her throat.
I pressed my lips to her forehead, whispering against her skin, “I’m here, Nicole. I love you. I’m here.”
Her hands clutched at Jeff’s shoulders, but her eyes stayed locked on me, her voice breaking as she moaned louder, her body convulsing with each punishing thrust. She let herself go completely — her tears, her moans, her surrender — giving everything to the moment as I kissed her face, her temple, her damp hair, holding her with what little I could while Jeff claimed her body.
Jeff groaned, his pace relentless, his cock pounding her with a force that shook the bed. “That’s it,” he growled, his lips brushing her ear. “Let go for me, Nicole. Show your husband how much you love this cock.”
And she did — she moaned his name, her voice cracking, while her eyes clung to mine, pleading for me to see that even in this, she still belonged to me.
Jeff’s pace grew brutal, each thrust slamming into her with a force that made the headboard rattle. Nicole’s cries rose higher, her nails clawing into his shoulders, her body arching helplessly against him.
Her thighs quivered, her hips grinding to meet his rhythm even as tears streaked her cheeks. She was lost in it now — moaning, sobbing, gasping — her body surrendering to the massive cock pounding her open.
I stayed close, brushing her damp hair back from her face, kissing her forehead, her temple, whispering, “I’m here, Nicole. I love you. I’ve got you.”
Her wide, glassy eyes locked on mine, and for a fleeting second I saw both her shame and her need, both her love for me and her helpless surrender to Jeff. She clung to that look, to me, even as her body convulsed beneath him.
“Fuck!” she cried out, her voice breaking. Her whole frame tightened, her pussy clenching violently around Jeff’s cock as she shattered.
Her climax ripped through her, raw and unstoppable. Her cries filled the room, her body bucking and trembling, every muscle taut as she came hard under his relentless pounding. Her nails raked down his back, her legs squeezing his waist like she couldn’t bear to let him go.
I kissed her forehead again, feeling her sobs against my lips, holding her through the storm. “That’s it, baby. Let go. I’m right here.”
Jeff groaned, driving harder into her as she writhed, his voice thick with triumph. “That’s it! Cum for me, Nicole. Cum all over my cock while your husband watches.”
Her scream dissolved into gasps, into broken whimpers, her body shuddering violently as she rode out the climax. And even as Jeff pounded her through it, she clung to me with her eyes, like she needed me to anchor her in the chaos tearing her apart.
And I stayed — kissing her, whispering to her, watching her body quake as she surrendered everything.
Nicole lay beneath Jeff, her chest heaving, her body still quivering from the force of her climax. Her damp hair clung to her face, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
I brushed her hair back again, whispering softly, “I’m here.” My lips pressed to her temple, trying to remind her she wasn’t alone in this storm.
Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with tears and fire. She looked right at me, her gaze cutting through everything. Her lips trembled, then she whispered hoarsely, “Watch me, Travis.”
The words hit like a blow — a command and a plea all at once. My chest tightened, my cock twitching, as I nodded faintly, unable to look away.
Nicole turned her face back to Jeff, her hands sliding up to clutch his sweaty shoulders. And then she pulled him down, crashing her lips against his.
It wasn’t a kiss of resistance. It was consuming — desperate, hungry, a soul-sucking kiss that made my gut twist. Her mouth opened under his, her tongue tangling with his as a moan spilled from her throat into him.
Jeff growled low, responding with equal hunger, grinding deeper into her with every thrust as his hands cupped her face, owning the kiss as much as her body.
And I watched — just as she’d told me to. My wife’s lips locked to another man’s, kissing him wildly, passionately, her body shuddering under his cock while her eyes stayed closed, lost in him.
The sight hollowed me, set me on fire, and bound me all at once.
Nicole broke the kiss, her lips wet, her chest rising and falling in frantic waves. Jeff hovered over her, his cock still buried deep, his grin wicked as he searched her face.
Her eyes snapped open, blazing with something raw, trembling but clear. She stared up at him, her voice breaking into the silence.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered, the nickname tumbling from her lips with a mix of shame and hunger. Her hand slid up to his neck, pulling him closer. “Show my husband…”
The words hit me like a thunderclap. My stomach dropped, my cock pulsed painfully, and my chest hollowed all at once.
Jeff growled low, his grin spreading as he cupped her face, his hips grinding deeper. “That’s my good girl,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through her.
And Nicole—my wife—arched beneath him, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered, asking him to do it not just for her, but for me to witness.
Jeff’s grin turned feral as Nicole’s words hung in the air. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his cock still buried deep inside her. “You heard her, Travis. She wants me to show you.”
Then he snapped his hips forward, hard. The sound of flesh against flesh cracked through the room, Nicole’s cry ringing out as her body jolted under him. He withdrew and drove into her again, harder, faster, his pace merciless.
Nicole clutched at him, her nails raking his back as her moans turned to sharp cries, her body writhing, clinging, taking him deeper with each brutal thrust. Her eyes opened, glassy, and found mine. Her face burned, her lips trembling, but she didn’t look away. She wanted me to see.
“Oh God, Travis…” she gasped, her voice breaking into a moan as Jeff pounded her. “Watching me—it makes it… so much…” Her words dissolved into a cry as her back arched, her breasts bouncing with each relentless slam of his hips.
Jeff bent low over her, his lips brushing her ear as he growled, “That’s it, Nicole. Let your husband see what a real cock does to you.” He turned his head, locking his eyes on me, his grin dark and triumphant. “Travis. Why don’t you have a seat and enjoy the show?”
I stumbled back a step, my heart thundering, my cock aching and leaking, my whole body trembling. He’d taken everything — my bed, my wife, her cries — and now he wanted me to watch like it was a performance staged for me.
Nicole clung to him, her legs locked around his waist, moaning louder as her eyes tracked me. Her face flushed deeper, her moans more frantic, the exhibitionist fire in her sparking hotter the longer I stayed fixed on her.
I sank into the chair in the corner, naked, throbbing, humiliated and enthralled, as Jeff unleashed himself inside my wife — every thrust, every moan, every desperate cry of hers fuel for the fire burning in us all.
Nicole’s cries built higher and higher, her body arching, her legs wrapped tight around Jeff’s waist as she trembled on the brink. Her voice cracked with every moan, her eyes wild and fixed on me as if my gaze alone was pushing her over the edge.
Then Jeff pulled out.
Her body clenched helplessly around nothing, her breath catching in a strangled gasp. She collapsed back against the sheets, panting, her face twisted with frustration. “Goddammit, Jeff!” she cursed, her voice hoarse. “You bastard—”
Jeff only chuckled darkly, grabbing her by the hips and hauling her over with practiced ease. Nicole gasped as he flipped her onto her hands and knees, her hair falling in a blonde curtain around her flushed face. Her ass arched high, glistening, quivering, completely at his mercy.
He lined himself up and, without pause, drove into her with one brutal thrust.
Nicole screamed, her back arching as his cock filled her again in one shocking surge. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her breasts bouncing with the force of his entry, her whole body jolting as she accepted him instantly.
Jeff groaned, sinking his fingers into her hips as he buried himself to the hilt. His voice was thick, triumphant. “God, you take me like you were made for it.”
And Nicole—my wife, my love—turned her head, her hair falling aside just enough for me to see her face.
Her eyes locked on mine, wide and shimmering, torn between shame and ecstasy. Her lips trembled, parting around a desperate moan as Jeff drove into her again.
I sat frozen in the chair, my cock throbbing, my chest tight, as she held my gaze — her body giving itself to him completely while her eyes refused to let go of me.
Jeff’s thrusts came hard and steady, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the bedroom. His hands gripped Nicole’s hips tight, pulling her back onto him with every punishing stroke. Her moans spilled out in ragged bursts, her body rocking forward and back, her breasts swaying with the rhythm.
He leaned down, his voice a growl against her ear. “Look at him, Nicole. Look at your pathetic husband sitting there with his little cock, hard and dripping, while a real man stretches you so good.”
Nicole’s head jerked to the side, her damp hair clinging to her face as her eyes found mine again. My chest clenched, my cock throbbed, the shame searing hot across my skin. I was leaking freely, my erection aching as I sat helplessly, watching her body quake under him.
Jeff drove into her harder, forcing another cry from her lips. His voice cut sharp through her moans. “Tell him. Tell your husband how much better his boss’s cock feels inside you.”
Nicole whimpered, her fingers twisting into the sheets, her lips trembling. She shook her head weakly at first, a choked sound escaping her throat.
Jeff slowed his thrusts, grinding deep, making her gasp and shudder. “Say it,” he coaxed, his tone dripping with command. “Tell him, Nicole. Let him hear it from your mouth while he watches me fuck you the way he never could.”
Her eyes stayed locked on mine, wide and glistening with both shame and fire. Her voice cracked when it finally came, breathless and raw.
“It… it feels so much better,” she whispered, her words trembling. “Your cock feels… so much better.”
The admission shattered something inside me, but it also set my cock pulsing harder, leaking down my thigh as I groaned, unable to stop myself.
Jeff roared with satisfaction, slamming into her with renewed force, making her body quake as he growled, “That’s my girl.”
Jeff’s thrusts slammed into Nicole, driving broken cries from her throat, her body arching, trembling with every punishing stroke. His hand slid up her back and tangled in her hair, jerking her head back just enough so her flushed face angled toward me.
“Now you,” Jeff growled, his eyes cutting to mine, blazing with cruel satisfaction. “Say it, Travis. Admit how hard it makes you to watch a real man fuck your wife.”
My heart pounded against my ribs, my cock twitching helplessly, leaking down my thigh as I sat frozen in the chair. My throat was dry, my voice caught. I shook my head faintly, stammering, “Jeff… I—”
He stopped mid-thrust, his cock buried deep inside Nicole. The sudden stillness made her gasp, whimpering at the loss of motion. Jeff’s glare sharpened, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl.
“What did you just call me?”
The blood drained from my face. “Jeff—”
His hand tightened in Nicole’s hair, forcing another sharp gasp from her lips as he leaned over her trembling body. His eyes bored into mine. “Wrong. Mr. Marcone. Or sir. You know the rule. You’ve gotten sloppy. But not here. Not in your marital bed while I’m buried in your wife.”
My stomach knotted, shame burning hot in my chest. My voice cracked, broken and hoarse. “Mr. Marcone… I—”
“Say it right,” he snapped, punctuating his command with a brutal thrust that made Nicole cry out beneath him.
Tears pricked my eyes as I forced the words out, my cock pulsing with humiliation and arousal. “Mr. Marcone… it makes me so hard to watch you fuck my wife.”
Jeff smirked, satisfied, slamming into Nicole again, making her moan loudly as her face twisted between shame and ecstasy.
“That’s better,” he growled, pulling her hair tighter, owning every inch of her body as his glare pinned me in place. “From now on, Travis, you’ll remember your place. You’ll call me Mr. Marcone or sir. Always. Especially when I’m stretching your wife open in your bed.”
Nicole sobbed beneath him, her body quaking around his cock, her eyes still locked on mine as if begging me not to look away.
And I couldn’t.
Jeff’s hips hammered into Nicole, his cock slamming her forward into the sheets again and again. Her cries filled the room, sharp and broken, her body quivering as she clawed at the bedding.
Jeff yanked her hair, forcing her head back so her flushed face angled toward me, her mouth open in a desperate moan. His voice cut through the sound of her gasps, low and merciless.
“Tell him, Nicole,” Jeff growled, his words vibrating through her body. “Tell your husband the truth. Tell him I fuck you better than he ever could.”
Her eyes went wide, wet with tears, and she shook her head violently, her voice cracking. “N-no… I—he’s my husband. I love him.”
Jeff slammed into her harder, making her scream. “Not what I asked.” His hand fisted in her hair, holding her arched as he ground himself deep. “Say it. Tell him who fucks you better.”
Nicole whimpered, sobbing, her body trembling under the force of his thrusts. “I won’t—” Her words broke into a moan as he angled his cock just right, hitting her deep, making her cry out in ecstasy despite herself.
“You’re already there,” Jeff taunted, his voice a growl in her ear. “You’re about to cum, and you know it’s my cock pushing you over the edge. Say it. Admit it.”
Her thighs quivered, her body arching as the orgasm built violently inside her. She gasped, shaking her head again, fighting it. “No—Travis—”
But her body betrayed her.
Her cries rose higher, her hips grinding back against Jeff, her pussy clenching helplessly around him. Her moans tore from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her, unstoppable.
And with it, the words spilled out, ragged and broken.
“Oh God—yes! You fuck me better than he ever could!” she screamed, her whole body convulsing around Jeff’s cock as the climax wracked her.
Her admission hung heavy in the room, louder than her moans, louder than Jeff’s grunts, louder than the pounding of my own heart.
Jeff growled low in his throat as Nicole’s orgasm still pulsed through her body, her limbs trembling, her moans tapering into soft, broken whimpers. With one final thrust, he pulled free, his cock glistening with her slick.
He flopped back onto the mattress, leaning against the pillows like a king in his throne, his cock standing thick and hard, slick with her juices. His hand slapped the bed beside him. “Come on, Nicole. On top of me. Let’s give your husband the best view yet.”
Nicole blinked through damp lashes, her chest heaving, her body still twitching with aftershocks. Her face burned as she obeyed, crawling over his legs and straddling him. Jeff guided her with steady hands, pulling her into position, his cock pressed against her opening.
“Reverse cowgirl,” he commanded, smirking up at me as his hands slid along her trembling thighs. “Face your husband while I pump you full.”
Nicole whimpered, shaking her head faintly, but when Jeff thrust upward, his cock split her again with a slick, powerful stroke. She gasped, her head falling back, her breasts bouncing as her hips sank down, taking him deep.
I couldn’t breathe. My wife sat on top of him, her back arched, her body quivering as his cock disappeared into her over and over — and her eyes locked on mine.
Jeff groaned, his voice low and heavy. “Goddamn. Look at her, Travis. Look at your wife’s ass bouncing on my cock. I’m about to cum, and I want you to see every drop.”
Nicole moaned louder, her hands sliding to her breasts as she rode him, her body caught in the frenzy of his thrusts from below. Her face burned, torn between shame and the undeniable fire coursing through her.
Jeff grinned up at her, his voice a cruel taunt. “What if I wasn’t really fixed, Nicole? What if every drop I’ve pumped in you could’ve knocked you up? You’d be carrying my baby right now. How would you feel about that?”
Nicole froze for half a beat, her lips parting, her eyes wide. A sob caught in her throat as she looked at me, trembling, then down at Jeff. Her hips still moved — small, needy rolls that betrayed her body even as her face broke.
And Jeff just laughed, pulling her down harder onto his cock, making her scream as he drove her toward another climax.
Jeff gripped Nicole’s hips, dragging her down hard onto him with each brutal thrust, his voice turning low and taunting, vibrating with dark satisfaction.
“Feel that, Nicole?” he growled, his cock slamming into her so deep her body jolted. “Every time I bury myself in you, I’m imagining it — millions of my sperm spilling inside, flooding your fertile little womb.”
Nicole gasped, her head snapping back, her breasts bouncing with every stroke. “No—” she whimpered, shaking her head violently, though her hips rolled down onto him faster, deeper, betraying her every word.
Jeff’s grin widened, his eyes locked on her flushed, tear-streaked face as she rode him. “You’re soaking wet just thinking about it. Your pussy’s begging for me to knock you up. Isn’t it?”
She moaned through clenched teeth, her nails clawing at her thighs, her eyes darting to me with a desperate, broken look. My cock pulsed painfully at the sight — my wife trembling, sobbing, but grinding down on him like she couldn’t stop herself.
Jeff’s voice dropped to a growl, thick with imminent release. “I’m close, Nicole. Real close. Do you want it? Do you want me to fill you again?”
His words tore the air apart.
Nicole sobbed, her head shaking even as her hips refused to stop moving, her body betraying her with every desperate roll. “I—I can’t—” she cried, her voice cracking as Jeff rammed up into her, the bedframe rattling beneath them.
“Say it,” he demanded, his hand sliding up her stomach to cup her breast roughly, his thumb pinching her nipple until she screamed. “Tell me if you want my cum. Tell me if you want it in your womb.”
Her body quaked on the edge, her lips trembling as her eyes found mine, pleading, terrified, consumed.
And Jeff’s cock pulsed inside her, seconds from spilling, his words forcing her to the edge with him.
Jeff’s thrusts turned ragged, his breath coming in guttural groans as he drove harder, faster, up into Nicole’s trembling body. From where I sat, my eyes locked on the obscene sight of his cock stretching her, the thick shaft glistening as it split her open again and again. I could see the way it swelled, expanding inside her, the telltale pulse of him right on the brink.
Nicole’s head whipped back, her mouth open in a silent cry, her body arching wildly as she tried to resist. “N-no, I… I can’t—” she gasped, shaking her head, though her hips rolled helplessly down to meet his, her thighs quivering as she ground deeper onto him.
Jeff’s growl filled the room, feral and final. “Too late, sweetheart. I’m gonna flood you. You’re gonna take it.”
Nicole sobbed, her nails clawing at her thighs, her body jerking as the waves of pleasure tore through her resolve. “No—oh God, no—” Her voice cracked, broke apart, and then she screamed, the words bursting out of her as her body convulsed.
“Yes! I want it! Give it to me!”
Her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, violent and raw, her pussy clenching tight around him as she shook, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
Jeff roared, his cock swelling thick inside her. Then he buried himself deep and came.
I saw it — his whole body straining, his cock twitching, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into my wife’s womb. Nicole’s scream turned into sobbing moans, her body shuddering with each pulse of his climax.
And with it came the most terrifying thought I’d ever had: what if he wasn’t fixed and was just playing a game?
What if those millions of sperm he taunted us with were real, racing inside her now, searching for her egg? What if my wife — my love, the mother of my children — was being bred by my obese, grinning boss right in front of me?
The fear hollowed me, twisted hot in my chest, yet my cock throbbed painfully, leaking as I watched her writhe on top of him, his seed spilling deep into her.
And all I could do was watch as Jeff flooded her, her body breaking and surrendering with her orgasm, while the question clawed at my chest like fire: what if she really ended up carrying his child?
Nicole slumped against Jeff’s chest, her whole body quaking, her hair sticking to her flushed face as she whimpered through the fading shocks of her orgasm. Jeff’s cock still pulsed inside her, buried deep, sealing in the load he’d just pumped into her womb.
Her thighs twitched around him, slick and trembling, her nails dragging over his chest as she gasped for breath. A sob tumbled out of her lips, shame and release mingling, her eyes glassy as she glanced toward me.
Jeff groaned low, smirking as he looked down between them. “Christ, look at that. Stuffed full of me.” His hands gripped her hips, holding her still, keeping her plugged on him as if to make sure not a drop escaped.
Then his gaze snapped to me, his grin spreading wide. “Come here, Travis.” He patted the bed beside them, his tone a command. “Get a better look at what a real man’s cock does to your wife.”
My chest clenched, my legs trembling as I pushed myself up from the chair. Every step felt heavy, each one tightening the knot in my stomach, but I obeyed, drawn closer like I had no choice.
When I reached the edge of the bed, Jeff leaned back slightly, pulling Nicole upright on his lap. She whimpered as his cock shifted inside her, still thick, still buried, and when I looked down, I saw it — the obscene stretch of her folds around him, the faint white trickle already leaking where his girth sealed her open.
My breath caught in my throat, my cock twitching helplessly as the sight burned into me.
Nicole’s tear-streaked face turned toward me, trembling. “Travis…” she whispered, her voice broken, pleading, her body still grinding faintly against him as though she couldn’t stop.
Jeff chuckled, pulling her hips down hard to grind her against him. “That’s right. Take a good, close look. She’s dripping with my cum, holding it deep inside where it belongs.”
The fear hit me again, sharp and suffocating. What if he wasn’t fixed? What if those millions of sperm he described were real — already swimming inside her womb, fighting to claim her, to put his child in her belly?
My cock pulsed with humiliating arousal at the thought, even as my chest twisted with terror.
Nicole shuddered in Jeff’s lap, her lips parting in a moan she tried to stifle, her body betraying her even now.
And I stood at the edge of the bed, inches away, staring down at my wife’s used, leaking body — watching another man’s cock stretch her, watching her hold his cum inside her — consumed by the unbearable mix of fear, jealousy, and desire.
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