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She fucked Dean.
She fucked him, and they recorded it, and they sent me the recording. That’s what I’m about to watch. Quickly, I go back to her text message and read it again.
…what we talk about will greatly depend on how you react to this video.
If watching this only makes you feel jealous and bitter, then we have more work to do than I first thought.
Jealous and bitter. How am I not supposed to feel jealous and bitter about this?
Is this because of what I said last night? How I asked if she would fuck him if I let her? So, she actually did it?
I set my phone face down and take a moment to collect my thoughts. I have to force myself to take slow, deep breaths so I don’t lose it.
Is this how she felt when I told her what I had done with Dean? Even so, it’s not like I sent her afucking videoof it.
Still feeling worked up, I pick up my phone again. I turn down the volume so my secretary can’t hear it outside my office and hit play, this time letting the picture fill the screen.
“I’m ready,” Briar purrs through the video. Just the sight of his cock teasing her entrance has me feeling hot and strange. With one quick jerk, he fills her, and my cock twitches in my pants. A grunt escapes my chest at the sight. He starts moving slowly at first. His thrusts are powerful but erratic.
I can’t stop watching the movement of his hips. The way she reacts and the expression on her face. The longer I watch, the more enthralled I become. Until it feels like I’m in the room with them. Like they’re doing this forme.
Dean quickly switches positions, propping the camera up on something to show their whole bodies as he fucks her harder. I can’t deny the heat building inside me. I have to press pause to catch my breath, setting my phone down to adjust myself in my pants.
That’s my wife,myBriar. And he’s touching her, taking her, claiming her, pleasing her.
And I’m fucking furious about it. But at the same time… My God, it’s so hot. I rub my own cock through the fabric, groaning quietly from the sensation.
Then I can’t stop myself. I quickly unzip, undo the buckle, pull down my boxer briefs, and wrap my hand around the rigid length of my dick.
Pressing play on the video again, I watch as Dean flips my wife into a doggy-style position and slams into her. I’m stroking fiercely now, holding back the grunts and groans that want to come out because of the spectacle of such a depraved act. The two of them are both so exquisitely beautiful and sexy andmine.
They aremine.
That’s the thought in my head that moves my hand. That brings me pleasure. That makes me so close to coming I can taste it. Without even thinking, I tear open my office drawer, finding the black satin briefs I stashed there.
Dean presses his finger into my wife’s tight asshole as I drape his underwear across my face, stroking my cock and inhaling the scent of him.
And when she comes, I come.
I am depraved. I am lost to the passion of a video that should have me fuming instead of jacking off in my office like a pervert. I don’t know if I should feel ashamed or relieved, but this moment unlocks something carnal and filthy inside me. It turns off the part of my brain that overthinks and overanalyzes, that worries and stresses—and turns on the part thatwants, craves, desires.
When did I start behaving like the kind of man who lets fear control his life?Igot my wife.Ifought for her.Iwon her. I get what I want.
And now, I know exactly what I want. Consequences or judgment be damned. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care who my father is or what kind of man I’msupposedto be.
They put the ball in my court when they sent me that video, and I know exactly what I’m going to do now.
Thirty-One
Caleb
21 years old
“Big game this weekend,” my father says, glancing sideways at me as he brings his fork to his lips.
I’m too distracted by my brother and his quote, unquote best friend sitting across from me and what looks like their hands linked under the table.
What the fuck are they doing? Dad is right there. Don’t they know what he’ll do if he finds them doing shit like that? He’ll ruin Dean, and it wouldn’t be hard. A few calls to CPS, and I’m sure he could have Dean dragged out of his father’s house and put in foster care for neglect or some shit.
