Jason and tod sharing leahs love holes
With a loud, desperate moan, Leah came again, her body shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through her. Her hips bucked wildly beneath Scott, her hands gripping the cushions as she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. The sight of her coming undone like that, completely lost in the pleasure, was too much for me to handle. My own arousal had reached its peak, my cock twitching in my hand as I watched her. Jason and Todd were the same, their hands moving faster now as they stroked themselves to the sight of my wife writhing in pleasure.
Scott grinned down at her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he slowed his thrusts, keeping her on the edge even as her orgasm subsided. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s how a real slut comes.”
Scott’s grip tightened on Leah’s hips, his massive cock still buried deep inside her as her body trembled with the aftermath of her orgasm. He didn’t pull back, didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. Instead, he leaned down, his voice low and commanding, just inches from her ear.
“You’re not done yet, sweetheart,” Scott growled, his breath hot against her skin. “I’m not done with you.”
Leah’s eyes fluttered open, her body still shaking as she struggled to regain control of herself. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but Scott wasn’t letting her come down from the high. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and rough, as if reminding her that she was his in this moment.
He thrust into her again, hard and deep, making her gasp, her body jerking against the couch as he resumed his slow, deliberate pace. Leah’s head fell back, her lips parting in a soft moan, her body betraying her once more as she responded to his touch, even though she was still sensitive from the orgasm he’d just ripped from her.
Scott glanced around the room, his gaze landing on me, then on Jason and Todd, who were still stroking themselves, their eyes glued to Leah’s naked, trembling form. He grinned, a dark, satisfied look crossing his face as he continued to thrust into her, each movement slow and deliberate, meant to remind her—and us—who was in control here.
“Look at her,” Scott murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Completely at my mercy. Isn’t that right, Leah?”
Leah whimpered, her hands clutching at the cushions of the couch as she tried to hold on, her body trembling with each thrust. She didn’t respond, her voice lost to the sensations overwhelming her, but Scott wasn’t going to let her off that easily. His hand moved from her hip, sliding up her body to grip her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
“I said, isn’t that right, Leah?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Leah’s eyes fluttered open, wide and filled with a mixture of fear and arousal. Her lips trembled as she tried to form the words, her voice shaky and weak as she whispered, “Y-Yes.”
Scott’s grin widened, satisfied with her response, but he wasn’t done with her yet. “Good girl,” he muttered, releasing her jaw and leaning back slightly, his cock still moving in and out of her at a slow, torturous pace. “Now tell everyone what you are.”
Leah’s breath hitched, her body tensing beneath him as she realized what he was asking. Her eyes flicked toward me, then to Jason and Todd, who were still watching intently, their hands moving over their cocks in slow, deliberate strokes. She bit her lip, her face flushing with embarrassment as she tried to resist, but Scott’s grip on her hips tightened.
“Tell them,” Scott commanded, his voice hard and unforgiving. “Tell them what you are, or I’ll stop right now.”
Leah whimpered, her body quivering beneath him, torn between the humiliation of saying the words and the unbearable need for the pleasure he was denying her. She glanced at me one more time, her eyes filled with shame and vulnerability, before she finally whispered the words Scott had been waiting for.
“I’m a slut,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
Scott’s grin widened, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. “Louder,” he ordered, thrusting into her harder, making her body jerk against the couch.
Leah’s breath hitched again, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to gather the courage to say it. “I’m a slut,” she repeated, her voice louder this time, though still trembling with shame.
Scott leaned over her, his cock driving deeper into her with each thrust, pushing her closer to the edge once again. “That’s right,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?”
Leah’s body arched beneath him, her hips moving in time with his, unable to stop herself from responding to the pleasure he was giving her. Her moans grew louder, her body betraying her with every thrust as she gasped out the words, “Yes… I’m your slut.”
Scott’s grip tightened on her, his control over her complete as he thrust into her harder, faster now, pushing her closer and closer to another orgasm. Leah’s body writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as she teetered on the edge once again.
“You love this, don’t you?” Scott growled, his voice low and commanding. “You love being used, being watched. You love being my slut.”
Leah whimpered, her hands clutching at the cushions of the couch as she struggled to hold on, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as the pleasure built inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment.
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice weak and shaky. “I love it. I love being your slut.”
Scott’s grin widened as he watched her, his thrusts growing harder and faster, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Now come for me. Come for all of us.”
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud, desperate cry, her body convulsed beneath him, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her hips bucked wildly, her hands gripping the cushions as she screamed out her pleasure, completely lost to the moment.
Scott watched her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he held her in place, his cock still driving into her as she came undone beneath him. He had her exactly where he wanted her—completely under his control, completely at his mercy.
And I couldn’t look away.
The sight of Leah—my wife, my beautiful wife—completely submitting to Scott’s control, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her, was almost too much to bear. The jealousy, the shame, the guilt—they were all still there, swirling inside me. But so was the arousal. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t stop it.
And Scott knew it.
He glanced over at me, his grin widening as he thrust into Leah one final time, making her cry out again. “See that, Brian?” he growled, his voice thick with triumph. “This is what it’s like to really please your wife. To really make her come.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my hands trembling as I stood there, watching them. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch as Scott exerted his control over my wife, knowing that I had let it happen.
Knowing that I had wanted it.
Scott's grin widened as he continued to thrust into Leah, her body still trembling beneath him. The satisfaction radiating from him was palpable, a tangible reminder of the control he wielded over both of us. He looked over at me, his eyes gleaming with smug triumph, and I could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical presence.
"Brian," Scott growled, his voice low and commanding, "I think it’s time you made a decision."
Leah’s moans filled the room, her body writhing under him, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, still painfully hard, my throat dry and my hands trembling at my sides. I knew what was coming. I could feel it in the air, thick with tension.
Scott thrust harder into her, making her gasp, her back arching as he drove her closer to the edge once again. He didn’t look away from me, though—his eyes were locked on mine, a challenge hanging in the air between us.
"Where do you want me to come, Brian?" Scott asked, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. "Should I come inside your wife? Should I fill her up?"
My stomach twisted, my breath catching in my throat at the question. Leah whimpered beneath him, her hands gripping the cushions tightly as her body responded to every thrust. I could see the tension in her body, the way her hips moved in time with his, her pleasure undeniable. But now Scott was giving me the choice. The power was in my hands—for a moment.
He thrust into her again, harder this time, making Leah cry out, her body shuddering with the intensity of it. "Come on, Brian," Scott growled, his voice dark and taunting. "Tell me where you want me to come. In her mouth? On her face? Inside her tight little pussy?"
The shame, the guilt, and the arousal all swirled together inside me, creating a chaotic storm of emotions I could barely control. I could see the pleasure written all over Leah’s face, the way her body had surrendered to him, and the way Scott reveled in the power he held over both of us.
Scott’s voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, sharp and commanding. "Tell me, Brian," he growled. "Where should I come?"
My throat was dry, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to form the words. I couldn’t look away from Leah, from the way she moaned and writhed beneath him, her body betraying her with every movement. My lips parted, and the words came out before I could stop them.
"Inside her," I whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Come inside her."
Scott’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good choice," he muttered, his thrusts growing faster and harder, pushing Leah closer and closer to the edge once again.
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath him as she teetered on the brink of another orgasm. Scott’s hands gripped her hips tightly as he drove into her with purpose, his cock throbbing inside her as he neared his own release.
"Are you ready for this, Leah?" Scott growled, his voice thick with lust. "Are you ready to take all of me?"
Leah gasped, her hands clutching at the cushions as she nodded weakly, her body completely under his control. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Yes, please…"
Scott thrust into her one final time, hard and deep, his body tensing as he reached the edge. With a loud groan, he buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her up with his release.
Leah moaned loudly, her body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her, her hips bucking wildly beneath him as she came again, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.
And I stood there, watching it all unfold, my heart pounding in my chest, my own arousal unbearable. I had made the decision. I had told Scott where to come. And now, the reality of that choice weighed heavily on me.
But I couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction that coursed through me as I watched Scott claim my wife, filling her up just as I had asked him to.
Scott lingered over Leah, still buried deep inside her, his breathing heavy and satisfied. But as the moments passed, his grin didn’t fade. He wasn’t finished, not by a long shot. The room was thick with tension, the kind that made it clear this was only the beginning of what he had planned.
Leah lay beneath him, her body still trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to recover from the intense orgasm he had given her. But Scott wasn’t giving her a break. He shifted slightly, pulling his cock out of her with a wet, obscene sound, and Leah whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
His massive cock, still slick with both of their juices, bobbed in the air, glistening in the low light. Scott glanced down at Leah, his grin widening as he looked her over—her flushed skin, her heaving chest, her body still twitching from the pleasure she couldn’t deny.
“Get up,” Scott commanded, his voice low and firm. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Leah’s eyes fluttered open, wide with exhaustion and confusion. Her body was spent, but she knew better than to resist. Slowly, she sat up, her legs trembling as she pushed herself into a sitting position on the couch. Her gaze flickered toward me for a brief moment, a silent plea in her eyes, but there was nothing I could do. I had made my choice. We both had.
Scott stood in front of her, his cock still thick and dripping with cum, and he tilted his head toward her. “Clean me up,” he said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “Every last drop.”
Leah hesitated for a second, her eyes flicking from his cock to his face, and then back to me. But there was no escape from this. Slowly, reluctantly, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she lowered her head toward Scott’s cock. I could see the humiliation in her eyes, the shame, but there was something else too—something darker, something deeper.
She had given herself over to him, and there was no turning back now.
Leah’s lips touched the head of Scott’s cock, soft and tentative, as she began to clean him. Her tongue flicked out, hesitantly at first, tasting the mixture of their cum that coated his length. Scott groaned softly, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her head, making sure she didn’t miss a spot.
“Good girl,” Scott muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched her work. “Make sure it’s nice and clean.”
Leah’s hands trembled slightly as she wrapped them around the base of his cock, guiding it toward her mouth. Her lips stretched around him, and she began to suck, her eyes squeezing shut as she worked, her mouth moving over his length with slow, deliberate motions.
I stood frozen, watching her, my heart pounding in my chest. The sight of my wife on her knees, cleaning Scott’s cock after he had filled her with his cum, was almost too much to bear. But the arousal that gripped me was undeniable. My cock was still painfully hard, straining against my underwear as I watched her submit to him completely.
Scott groaned again, his grip on her hair tightening slightly as he thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take more of him. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice low and commanding. “Get it all.”
Leah’s breathing was shallow, her eyes still shut tight as she worked, her lips slick with a mixture of their fluids as she sucked him clean. Her hands gripped his thighs for support, her body trembling with exhaustion, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.
Scott glanced over at me, his grin widening as he watched my reaction. “You love watching this, don’t you, Brian?” he asked, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “You love seeing her like this—my cum dripping from her lips as she cleans me up.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, unable to respond. The shame burned inside me, but so did the arousal. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t stop it.
Leah continued to clean him, her lips moving over his cock with reluctant skill, her body quivering as she sucked and licked every inch of him. The sound of her sucking filled the room, wet and obscene, and I could see the way her body responded even now—her nipples still hard, her skin still flushed with heat.
Scott groaned one last time, his body tensing slightly as Leah finished her task. He finally pulled back, his cock now clean and glistening with her spit, and he looked down at her with a satisfied grin.
“Good girl,” he muttered, reaching down to cup her cheek. “You did well.”
Leah’s eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she looked up at him, her lips still wet and swollen. She was exhausted, completely spent, but the look in her eyes told me everything. She had given herself over to him fully, completely. And there was no turning back now.
Scott finally stepped back, pulling his pants up, his eyes still gleaming with satisfaction. “I think we’ve all had enough for tonight,” he said, glancing around the room. “But don’t worry, Brian. There’s always next time.”
I stood there, frozen, watching as Scott dressed himself, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. Leah remained on the couch, her body trembling, her gaze distant as she tried to process what had just happened.
And all I could do was stand there, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that things would never be the same again.
Scott didn’t move. He stood there, his cock still half-hard and slick from Leah’s mouth, a look of deep satisfaction etched across his face. But it wasn’t over. Not for him. His grin grew wider as he glanced between me, Leah, Jason, and Todd, taking in the sight of the room. The tension was thick, and we all knew this wasn’t finished yet.
“Looks like you’re still ready for more,” Scott said, his voice low and full of control, his eyes locked on Leah. “We’re not done here, sweetheart.”
Leah’s eyes flicked up at him, still glassy with exhaustion, her body trembling slightly from everything that had just happened. She bit her lip, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath, but there was a spark of recognition in her gaze. She knew what was coming next.
Scott looked over at Jason and Todd, who were still sitting on the couch, their hands gripping their hard cocks, waiting for their turn. They were both breathing heavily, their arousal clear, but Scott had no intention of sharing Leah tonight.
“Jason, Todd,” Scott said, his voice thick with command. “Looks like you’ll have to wait. You boys can finish later. I’m taking her again.”
The disappointment on their faces was evident, but they didn’t dare protest. Jason reluctantly pulled his hand away from his cock, his body tense with the arousal he had to suppress, while Todd shifted uncomfortably, his gaze still fixed on Leah’s naked body.
I stood frozen, watching as my wife submitted to Scott’s control once again. The jealousy and guilt gnawed at me, but so did the arousal. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her as she took him deeper, her lips stretched around his girth, her body trembling with the effort.
Scott groaned softly, his hand resting on the back of Leah’s head as he guided her pace, thrusting slowly into her mouth. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “Good girl. Get me nice and hard again.”
Leah whimpered softly, her hands gripping his thighs tighter as she sucked him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to keep up with his pace. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body quivering as she worked, knowing that this wasn’t over.
Scott’s gaze flicked over to me, his grin widening as he watched my reaction. “You love watching this, don’t you, Brian?” he growled, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. “You love seeing her like this, completely under my control.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, unable to respond. My own arousal was undeniable, my cock straining painfully against my pants as I stood there, watching helplessly as Leah continued to please him.
Scott groaned again, his hips thrusting forward slightly as Leah took him deeper, her eyes squeezing shut as she fought to keep control. Her lips glistened with a mixture of her spit and his cum, and the sight of her working so desperately to satisfy him made my stomach twist in knots.
After a few more minutes of Leah’s mouth working him back to full hardness, Scott finally pulled her away, his cock glistening and rigid once more. He gripped her hair, forcing her to look up at him, his eyes dark with lust.
“On the couch,” Scott growled, pulling her to her feet. “I want you bent over. I’m taking you from behind this time.”
Leah gasped, her legs trembling as she stood up, her body still weak from the intensity of the first round. She glanced at me for a brief moment, her eyes filled with exhaustion and a quiet resignation, before she moved toward the couch.
She leaned over the armrest, her hands gripping the cushions as she spread her legs, presenting herself to Scott. Her back arched slightly, her ass in the air, as she braced herself for what was to come.
Scott stepped behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. “You ready for me again, sweetheart?” he growled, his voice thick with control.
Leah whimpered softly, her body trembling beneath his touch, but she nodded weakly. “Y-Yes,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
Scott didn’t wait. He thrust into her hard, burying himself deep inside her with one smooth motion. Leah cried out, her body jerking against the couch as he filled her completely, her hands gripping the cushions tightly as she tried to hold on.
Scott groaned loudly, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to move, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate force. Leah’s moans grew louder with each thrust, her body quivering as she submitted to him completely once again.
I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I stood there, powerless to stop it. Scott had her—he had control over her body, her pleasure, and he wasn’t going to let go until he was done.
Scott groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate force. Leah’s moans grew louder with each thrust, her body shaking beneath him as he took her again. She had no energy left to resist, no choice but to surrender to him completely.
Jason and Todd watched intently, their hands moving faster over their cocks as they stroked themselves to the sight of Scott fucking my wife. Their frustration was clear, but so was their arousal. They wanted her. But they wouldn’t have her. Not tonight.
Scott leaned over Leah, his breath hot against her neck as he thrust into her harder, faster, pushing her closer to another orgasm. "You love this, don’t you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You love being watched, being taken like this."
Leah moaned, her head falling forward as she nodded weakly, her body trembling beneath him. "Yes," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "Yes… I love it."
Scott’s grin widened, his hips slamming into her harder as he took her to the edge once again. He had complete control over her—over all of us—and he wasn’t letting go.
Scott continued to thrust into her, his pace growing more forceful with every movement. Leah’s breath hitched with each thrust, her body trembling and flushed, completely under his control. The room was heavy with tension, and the sound of skin against skin filled the space as Jason and Todd continued to stroke themselves from the couch, watching every second of what was happening before them.
Leah gasped, her body trembling as her hips moved instinctively in time with his thrusts, her mind spinning from the mixture of humiliation, pleasure, and arousal. Slowly, her lips parted, and the words came out in a ragged breath.
Scott’s grin widened, his hands gripping her harder as he slowed his pace just enough to make her feel every inch of him. “That’s right,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Tell them what I make you do. Tell them how much you love it.”
Leah’s eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to get the words out, her breath ragged as she finally confessed. “You make me do things… I’d never do,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “Things I never thought I’d want.”
Scott chuckled, his hips driving into her harder, his voice rough and commanding as he continued. “Like what, sweetheart? Tell them what I’ve made you do.”
Leah’s body quivered beneath him, her mind reeling from the intensity of it all, but she couldn’t stop now. Her words tumbled out, each one more revealing than the last.
“You make me… let go,” she moaned, her voice breathless. “You make me act like… like a slut.”
Scott groaned at her admission, his cock driving into her with renewed force, pushing her closer to the edge. “And you love that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You love how I treat you like a slut.”
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body shaking as she was forced to confront the truth of her feelings. She had been fighting it for so long, but now, there was no denying it.
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I love it. I love how you treat me like a slut.”
Scott’s grin widened, his control over her complete. “Good girl,” he murmured, thrusting harder into her, making her cry out in pleasure. “Now tell me how much you love being used like this. How much you love being my slut.”
Leah’s body arched beneath him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel the pressure mounting, her orgasm approaching once again, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I love it,” she cried, her voice breaking with desperation. “I love being your slut. I love how you use me.”
Scott groaned in satisfaction, his cock driving into her harder, faster, as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “That’s right,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “You’re my slut, and you love every second of it.”
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling uncontrollably as she teetered on the brink of another orgasm. She had completely surrendered to him, to the way he made her feel, to the control he had over her. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She loved how Scott pushed her, how he brought out something dark and primal inside of her.
With a loud cry, Leah’s body convulsed beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her gasping for air. Her hips bucked wildly, her hands gripping the cushions tightly as she came hard around Scott’s cock, her entire body shaking with the force of it.
Scott groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he continued to thrust into her, his own pleasure building as he watched her come undone beneath him. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear as he whispered, “You belong to me, Leah. You know that, don’t you?”
Leah’s body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nodded weakly. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m yours.”
Scott’s thrusts grew faster and more erratic as he neared his own release. “Good girl,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Now, come one more time for me. Show me how much you love it.”
Leah whimpered, her body still trembling from the intensity of her last orgasm, but she could feel another one building, pushed to the edge by Scott’s relentless pace and his commanding words. She had no control anymore. She was his, completely.
Scott’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing rougher and more erratic as he neared his release. Leah was still trembling beneath him, her body spent from the series of orgasms he had wrung from her. Her moans had become softer, but the way her hips involuntarily moved with his every thrust told me that she was still completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the sensations and the power he had over her.
Scott’s hands tightened on Leah’s hips, holding her firmly in place as he pulled out of her with a sharp groan, his cock slick and throbbing. For a moment, he held it there, just inches from her body, his breath ragged with the anticipation of what came next. Leah gasped softly, her legs quivering as she felt the absence of him inside her, but she didn’t move. She was completely under his control, and we all knew it.
“Get ready, sweetheart,” Scott muttered, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. “You know what’s coming next.”
Leah barely had time to react before Scott’s hand gripped his cock and began stroking himself, his eyes locked onto her naked body sprawled across the couch. With one last deep groan, he came, thick ropes of his cum splashing across her bare back and ass, marking her. Leah moaned softly at the sensation, her body shuddering as the heat of his release spread over her skin. Scott’s hand continued to work himself, milking every last drop until he was spent.
I stood there, frozen, watching the scene unfold with my heart pounding in my chest. A mixture of emotions flooded me—anger, humiliation, jealousy—and yet, beneath it all, the undeniable arousal I couldn’t shake. I hated that I couldn’t look away, hated that seeing Scott finish on Leah made my body react in ways I didn’t want to admit.
Scott let out a satisfied sigh as he stepped back, his cock still hanging in the air, glistening. He took in the sight of Leah, her body now streaked with his cum, and chuckled softly, clearly pleased with himself.
But he wasn’t finished.
His eyes flicked over to Jason and Todd, who had been watching intently the entire time, their hands still stroking their cocks as they waited for permission to do more. Scott grinned, a dark glint in his eye as he gestured toward Leah.
“Your turn, boys,” Scott said, his voice thick with authority. “Go ahead. Finish on her.”
Jason and Todd exchanged a quick glance, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Without hesitation, they rose from the couch, moving toward Leah’s prone form, their cocks hard and ready. I watched in silent horror as they positioned themselves on either side of her, their hands moving faster as they prepared to claim her in their own way.
Leah moaned softly, her body still trembling as she felt the presence of the other men around her. She was exhausted, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but she didn’t resist. She couldn’t. She had surrendered completely to the moment, to Scott, to all of them.
Jason was the first to come, his hand tightening around his cock as he groaned loudly, his cum splashing across Leah’s lower back, mixing with Scott’s. Leah whimpered softly at the sensation, her body shuddering as Jason’s release spread over her skin. Todd followed soon after, his moans filling the room as he stroked himself to completion, his cum landing on Leah’s ass and thighs, covering her completely.
I felt a wave of nausea rise in my throat as I watched them, my emotions in turmoil. This was Leah—my wife—on her knees, covered in the cum of three other men, her body marked and used. The jealousy and anger burned inside me, but so did something darker, something I didn’t want to admit. The arousal was there too, throbbing painfully in my chest, a sickening mixture of shame and excitement I couldn’t shake.
How had it come to this?
Leah remained still, her body quivering beneath the weight of their release, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. Her skin glistened with sweat and cum, her hair sticking to the back of her neck, and yet…there was something in her expression. Something I couldn’t quite place. A strange kind of peace, as if she had found something in this moment that had been hiding deep inside her all along.
And that’s what hurt the most.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. The sight of her coming undone like that, completely lost in the pleasure, was too much for me to handle. My own arousal had reached its peak, my cock twitching in my hand as I watched her. Jason and Todd were the same, their hands moving faster now as they stroked themselves to the sight of my wife writhing in pleasure.
Scott grinned down at her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he slowed his thrusts, keeping her on the edge even as her orgasm subsided. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s how a real slut comes.”
Scott’s grip tightened on Leah’s hips, his massive cock still buried deep inside her as her body trembled with the aftermath of her orgasm. He didn’t pull back, didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. Instead, he leaned down, his voice low and commanding, just inches from her ear.
“You’re not done yet, sweetheart,” Scott growled, his breath hot against her skin. “I’m not done with you.”
Leah’s eyes fluttered open, her body still shaking as she struggled to regain control of herself. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but Scott wasn’t letting her come down from the high. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and rough, as if reminding her that she was his in this moment.
He thrust into her again, hard and deep, making her gasp, her body jerking against the couch as he resumed his slow, deliberate pace. Leah’s head fell back, her lips parting in a soft moan, her body betraying her once more as she responded to his touch, even though she was still sensitive from the orgasm he’d just ripped from her.
Scott glanced around the room, his gaze landing on me, then on Jason and Todd, who were still stroking themselves, their eyes glued to Leah’s naked, trembling form. He grinned, a dark, satisfied look crossing his face as he continued to thrust into her, each movement slow and deliberate, meant to remind her—and us—who was in control here.
“Look at her,” Scott murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Completely at my mercy. Isn’t that right, Leah?”
Leah whimpered, her hands clutching at the cushions of the couch as she tried to hold on, her body trembling with each thrust. She didn’t respond, her voice lost to the sensations overwhelming her, but Scott wasn’t going to let her off that easily. His hand moved from her hip, sliding up her body to grip her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
“I said, isn’t that right, Leah?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Leah’s eyes fluttered open, wide and filled with a mixture of fear and arousal. Her lips trembled as she tried to form the words, her voice shaky and weak as she whispered, “Y-Yes.”
Scott’s grin widened, satisfied with her response, but he wasn’t done with her yet. “Good girl,” he muttered, releasing her jaw and leaning back slightly, his cock still moving in and out of her at a slow, torturous pace. “Now tell everyone what you are.”
Leah’s breath hitched, her body tensing beneath him as she realized what he was asking. Her eyes flicked toward me, then to Jason and Todd, who were still watching intently, their hands moving over their cocks in slow, deliberate strokes. She bit her lip, her face flushing with embarrassment as she tried to resist, but Scott’s grip on her hips tightened.
“Tell them,” Scott commanded, his voice hard and unforgiving. “Tell them what you are, or I’ll stop right now.”
Leah whimpered, her body quivering beneath him, torn between the humiliation of saying the words and the unbearable need for the pleasure he was denying her. She glanced at me one more time, her eyes filled with shame and vulnerability, before she finally whispered the words Scott had been waiting for.
“I’m a slut,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
Scott’s grin widened, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. “Louder,” he ordered, thrusting into her harder, making her body jerk against the couch.
Leah’s breath hitched again, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to gather the courage to say it. “I’m a slut,” she repeated, her voice louder this time, though still trembling with shame.
Scott leaned over her, his cock driving deeper into her with each thrust, pushing her closer to the edge once again. “That’s right,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?”
Leah’s body arched beneath him, her hips moving in time with his, unable to stop herself from responding to the pleasure he was giving her. Her moans grew louder, her body betraying her with every thrust as she gasped out the words, “Yes… I’m your slut.”
Scott’s grip tightened on her, his control over her complete as he thrust into her harder, faster now, pushing her closer and closer to another orgasm. Leah’s body writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as she teetered on the edge once again.
“You love this, don’t you?” Scott growled, his voice low and commanding. “You love being used, being watched. You love being my slut.”
Leah whimpered, her hands clutching at the cushions of the couch as she struggled to hold on, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as the pleasure built inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment.
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice weak and shaky. “I love it. I love being your slut.”
Scott’s grin widened as he watched her, his thrusts growing harder and faster, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Now come for me. Come for all of us.”
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud, desperate cry, her body convulsed beneath him, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her hips bucked wildly, her hands gripping the cushions as she screamed out her pleasure, completely lost to the moment.
Scott watched her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he held her in place, his cock still driving into her as she came undone beneath him. He had her exactly where he wanted her—completely under his control, completely at his mercy.
And I couldn’t look away.
The sight of Leah—my wife, my beautiful wife—completely submitting to Scott’s control, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her, was almost too much to bear. The jealousy, the shame, the guilt—they were all still there, swirling inside me. But so was the arousal. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t stop it.
And Scott knew it.
He glanced over at me, his grin widening as he thrust into Leah one final time, making her cry out again. “See that, Brian?” he growled, his voice thick with triumph. “This is what it’s like to really please your wife. To really make her come.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my hands trembling as I stood there, watching them. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch as Scott exerted his control over my wife, knowing that I had let it happen.
Knowing that I had wanted it.
Scott's grin widened as he continued to thrust into Leah, her body still trembling beneath him. The satisfaction radiating from him was palpable, a tangible reminder of the control he wielded over both of us. He looked over at me, his eyes gleaming with smug triumph, and I could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical presence.
"Brian," Scott growled, his voice low and commanding, "I think it’s time you made a decision."
Leah’s moans filled the room, her body writhing under him, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, still painfully hard, my throat dry and my hands trembling at my sides. I knew what was coming. I could feel it in the air, thick with tension.
Scott thrust harder into her, making her gasp, her back arching as he drove her closer to the edge once again. He didn’t look away from me, though—his eyes were locked on mine, a challenge hanging in the air between us.
"Where do you want me to come, Brian?" Scott asked, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. "Should I come inside your wife? Should I fill her up?"
My stomach twisted, my breath catching in my throat at the question. Leah whimpered beneath him, her hands gripping the cushions tightly as her body responded to every thrust. I could see the tension in her body, the way her hips moved in time with his, her pleasure undeniable. But now Scott was giving me the choice. The power was in my hands—for a moment.
He thrust into her again, harder this time, making Leah cry out, her body shuddering with the intensity of it. "Come on, Brian," Scott growled, his voice dark and taunting. "Tell me where you want me to come. In her mouth? On her face? Inside her tight little pussy?"
The shame, the guilt, and the arousal all swirled together inside me, creating a chaotic storm of emotions I could barely control. I could see the pleasure written all over Leah’s face, the way her body had surrendered to him, and the way Scott reveled in the power he held over both of us.
Scott’s voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, sharp and commanding. "Tell me, Brian," he growled. "Where should I come?"
My throat was dry, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to form the words. I couldn’t look away from Leah, from the way she moaned and writhed beneath him, her body betraying her with every movement. My lips parted, and the words came out before I could stop them.
"Inside her," I whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Come inside her."
Scott’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good choice," he muttered, his thrusts growing faster and harder, pushing Leah closer and closer to the edge once again.
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath him as she teetered on the brink of another orgasm. Scott’s hands gripped her hips tightly as he drove into her with purpose, his cock throbbing inside her as he neared his own release.
"Are you ready for this, Leah?" Scott growled, his voice thick with lust. "Are you ready to take all of me?"
Leah gasped, her hands clutching at the cushions as she nodded weakly, her body completely under his control. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Yes, please…"
Scott thrust into her one final time, hard and deep, his body tensing as he reached the edge. With a loud groan, he buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her up with his release.
Leah moaned loudly, her body shaking as another orgasm ripped through her, her hips bucking wildly beneath him as she came again, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.
And I stood there, watching it all unfold, my heart pounding in my chest, my own arousal unbearable. I had made the decision. I had told Scott where to come. And now, the reality of that choice weighed heavily on me.
But I couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction that coursed through me as I watched Scott claim my wife, filling her up just as I had asked him to.
Scott lingered over Leah, still buried deep inside her, his breathing heavy and satisfied. But as the moments passed, his grin didn’t fade. He wasn’t finished, not by a long shot. The room was thick with tension, the kind that made it clear this was only the beginning of what he had planned.
Leah lay beneath him, her body still trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to recover from the intense orgasm he had given her. But Scott wasn’t giving her a break. He shifted slightly, pulling his cock out of her with a wet, obscene sound, and Leah whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
His massive cock, still slick with both of their juices, bobbed in the air, glistening in the low light. Scott glanced down at Leah, his grin widening as he looked her over—her flushed skin, her heaving chest, her body still twitching from the pleasure she couldn’t deny.
“Get up,” Scott commanded, his voice low and firm. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Leah’s eyes fluttered open, wide with exhaustion and confusion. Her body was spent, but she knew better than to resist. Slowly, she sat up, her legs trembling as she pushed herself into a sitting position on the couch. Her gaze flickered toward me for a brief moment, a silent plea in her eyes, but there was nothing I could do. I had made my choice. We both had.
Scott stood in front of her, his cock still thick and dripping with cum, and he tilted his head toward her. “Clean me up,” he said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “Every last drop.”
Leah hesitated for a second, her eyes flicking from his cock to his face, and then back to me. But there was no escape from this. Slowly, reluctantly, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she lowered her head toward Scott’s cock. I could see the humiliation in her eyes, the shame, but there was something else too—something darker, something deeper.
She had given herself over to him, and there was no turning back now.
Leah’s lips touched the head of Scott’s cock, soft and tentative, as she began to clean him. Her tongue flicked out, hesitantly at first, tasting the mixture of their cum that coated his length. Scott groaned softly, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her head, making sure she didn’t miss a spot.
“Good girl,” Scott muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched her work. “Make sure it’s nice and clean.”
Leah’s hands trembled slightly as she wrapped them around the base of his cock, guiding it toward her mouth. Her lips stretched around him, and she began to suck, her eyes squeezing shut as she worked, her mouth moving over his length with slow, deliberate motions.
I stood frozen, watching her, my heart pounding in my chest. The sight of my wife on her knees, cleaning Scott’s cock after he had filled her with his cum, was almost too much to bear. But the arousal that gripped me was undeniable. My cock was still painfully hard, straining against my underwear as I watched her submit to him completely.
Scott groaned again, his grip on her hair tightening slightly as he thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take more of him. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice low and commanding. “Get it all.”
Leah’s breathing was shallow, her eyes still shut tight as she worked, her lips slick with a mixture of their fluids as she sucked him clean. Her hands gripped his thighs for support, her body trembling with exhaustion, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.
Scott glanced over at me, his grin widening as he watched my reaction. “You love watching this, don’t you, Brian?” he asked, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “You love seeing her like this—my cum dripping from her lips as she cleans me up.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, unable to respond. The shame burned inside me, but so did the arousal. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t stop it.
Leah continued to clean him, her lips moving over his cock with reluctant skill, her body quivering as she sucked and licked every inch of him. The sound of her sucking filled the room, wet and obscene, and I could see the way her body responded even now—her nipples still hard, her skin still flushed with heat.
Scott groaned one last time, his body tensing slightly as Leah finished her task. He finally pulled back, his cock now clean and glistening with her spit, and he looked down at her with a satisfied grin.
“Good girl,” he muttered, reaching down to cup her cheek. “You did well.”
Leah’s eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she looked up at him, her lips still wet and swollen. She was exhausted, completely spent, but the look in her eyes told me everything. She had given herself over to him fully, completely. And there was no turning back now.
Scott finally stepped back, pulling his pants up, his eyes still gleaming with satisfaction. “I think we’ve all had enough for tonight,” he said, glancing around the room. “But don’t worry, Brian. There’s always next time.”
I stood there, frozen, watching as Scott dressed himself, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. Leah remained on the couch, her body trembling, her gaze distant as she tried to process what had just happened.
And all I could do was stand there, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that things would never be the same again.
Scott didn’t move. He stood there, his cock still half-hard and slick from Leah’s mouth, a look of deep satisfaction etched across his face. But it wasn’t over. Not for him. His grin grew wider as he glanced between me, Leah, Jason, and Todd, taking in the sight of the room. The tension was thick, and we all knew this wasn’t finished yet.
“Looks like you’re still ready for more,” Scott said, his voice low and full of control, his eyes locked on Leah. “We’re not done here, sweetheart.”
Leah’s eyes flicked up at him, still glassy with exhaustion, her body trembling slightly from everything that had just happened. She bit her lip, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath, but there was a spark of recognition in her gaze. She knew what was coming next.
Scott looked over at Jason and Todd, who were still sitting on the couch, their hands gripping their hard cocks, waiting for their turn. They were both breathing heavily, their arousal clear, but Scott had no intention of sharing Leah tonight.
“Jason, Todd,” Scott said, his voice thick with command. “Looks like you’ll have to wait. You boys can finish later. I’m taking her again.”
The disappointment on their faces was evident, but they didn’t dare protest. Jason reluctantly pulled his hand away from his cock, his body tense with the arousal he had to suppress, while Todd shifted uncomfortably, his gaze still fixed on Leah’s naked body.
I stood frozen, watching as my wife submitted to Scott’s control once again. The jealousy and guilt gnawed at me, but so did the arousal. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her as she took him deeper, her lips stretched around his girth, her body trembling with the effort.
Scott groaned softly, his hand resting on the back of Leah’s head as he guided her pace, thrusting slowly into her mouth. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “Good girl. Get me nice and hard again.”
Leah whimpered softly, her hands gripping his thighs tighter as she sucked him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to keep up with his pace. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body quivering as she worked, knowing that this wasn’t over.
Scott’s gaze flicked over to me, his grin widening as he watched my reaction. “You love watching this, don’t you, Brian?” he growled, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. “You love seeing her like this, completely under my control.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, unable to respond. My own arousal was undeniable, my cock straining painfully against my pants as I stood there, watching helplessly as Leah continued to please him.
Scott groaned again, his hips thrusting forward slightly as Leah took him deeper, her eyes squeezing shut as she fought to keep control. Her lips glistened with a mixture of her spit and his cum, and the sight of her working so desperately to satisfy him made my stomach twist in knots.
After a few more minutes of Leah’s mouth working him back to full hardness, Scott finally pulled her away, his cock glistening and rigid once more. He gripped her hair, forcing her to look up at him, his eyes dark with lust.
“On the couch,” Scott growled, pulling her to her feet. “I want you bent over. I’m taking you from behind this time.”
Leah gasped, her legs trembling as she stood up, her body still weak from the intensity of the first round. She glanced at me for a brief moment, her eyes filled with exhaustion and a quiet resignation, before she moved toward the couch.
She leaned over the armrest, her hands gripping the cushions as she spread her legs, presenting herself to Scott. Her back arched slightly, her ass in the air, as she braced herself for what was to come.
Scott stepped behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. “You ready for me again, sweetheart?” he growled, his voice thick with control.
Leah whimpered softly, her body trembling beneath his touch, but she nodded weakly. “Y-Yes,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
Scott didn’t wait. He thrust into her hard, burying himself deep inside her with one smooth motion. Leah cried out, her body jerking against the couch as he filled her completely, her hands gripping the cushions tightly as she tried to hold on.
Scott groaned loudly, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to move, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate force. Leah’s moans grew louder with each thrust, her body quivering as she submitted to him completely once again.
I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I stood there, powerless to stop it. Scott had her—he had control over her body, her pleasure, and he wasn’t going to let go until he was done.
Scott groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate force. Leah’s moans grew louder with each thrust, her body shaking beneath him as he took her again. She had no energy left to resist, no choice but to surrender to him completely.
Jason and Todd watched intently, their hands moving faster over their cocks as they stroked themselves to the sight of Scott fucking my wife. Their frustration was clear, but so was their arousal. They wanted her. But they wouldn’t have her. Not tonight.
Scott leaned over Leah, his breath hot against her neck as he thrust into her harder, faster, pushing her closer to another orgasm. "You love this, don’t you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You love being watched, being taken like this."
Leah moaned, her head falling forward as she nodded weakly, her body trembling beneath him. "Yes," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "Yes… I love it."
Scott’s grin widened, his hips slamming into her harder as he took her to the edge once again. He had complete control over her—over all of us—and he wasn’t letting go.
Scott continued to thrust into her, his pace growing more forceful with every movement. Leah’s breath hitched with each thrust, her body trembling and flushed, completely under his control. The room was heavy with tension, and the sound of skin against skin filled the space as Jason and Todd continued to stroke themselves from the couch, watching every second of what was happening before them.
Leah gasped, her body trembling as her hips moved instinctively in time with his thrusts, her mind spinning from the mixture of humiliation, pleasure, and arousal. Slowly, her lips parted, and the words came out in a ragged breath.
Scott’s grin widened, his hands gripping her harder as he slowed his pace just enough to make her feel every inch of him. “That’s right,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Tell them what I make you do. Tell them how much you love it.”
Leah’s eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to get the words out, her breath ragged as she finally confessed. “You make me do things… I’d never do,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “Things I never thought I’d want.”
Scott chuckled, his hips driving into her harder, his voice rough and commanding as he continued. “Like what, sweetheart? Tell them what I’ve made you do.”
Leah’s body quivered beneath him, her mind reeling from the intensity of it all, but she couldn’t stop now. Her words tumbled out, each one more revealing than the last.
“You make me… let go,” she moaned, her voice breathless. “You make me act like… like a slut.”
Scott groaned at her admission, his cock driving into her with renewed force, pushing her closer to the edge. “And you love that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You love how I treat you like a slut.”
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body shaking as she was forced to confront the truth of her feelings. She had been fighting it for so long, but now, there was no denying it.
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I love it. I love how you treat me like a slut.”
Scott’s grin widened, his control over her complete. “Good girl,” he murmured, thrusting harder into her, making her cry out in pleasure. “Now tell me how much you love being used like this. How much you love being my slut.”
Leah’s body arched beneath him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel the pressure mounting, her orgasm approaching once again, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I love it,” she cried, her voice breaking with desperation. “I love being your slut. I love how you use me.”
Scott groaned in satisfaction, his cock driving into her harder, faster, as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “That’s right,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “You’re my slut, and you love every second of it.”
Leah’s moans grew louder, her body trembling uncontrollably as she teetered on the brink of another orgasm. She had completely surrendered to him, to the way he made her feel, to the control he had over her. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She loved how Scott pushed her, how he brought out something dark and primal inside of her.
With a loud cry, Leah’s body convulsed beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her gasping for air. Her hips bucked wildly, her hands gripping the cushions tightly as she came hard around Scott’s cock, her entire body shaking with the force of it.
Scott groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he continued to thrust into her, his own pleasure building as he watched her come undone beneath him. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear as he whispered, “You belong to me, Leah. You know that, don’t you?”
Leah’s body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nodded weakly. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m yours.”
Scott’s thrusts grew faster and more erratic as he neared his own release. “Good girl,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Now, come one more time for me. Show me how much you love it.”
Leah whimpered, her body still trembling from the intensity of her last orgasm, but she could feel another one building, pushed to the edge by Scott’s relentless pace and his commanding words. She had no control anymore. She was his, completely.
Scott’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing rougher and more erratic as he neared his release. Leah was still trembling beneath him, her body spent from the series of orgasms he had wrung from her. Her moans had become softer, but the way her hips involuntarily moved with his every thrust told me that she was still completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the sensations and the power he had over her.
Scott’s hands tightened on Leah’s hips, holding her firmly in place as he pulled out of her with a sharp groan, his cock slick and throbbing. For a moment, he held it there, just inches from her body, his breath ragged with the anticipation of what came next. Leah gasped softly, her legs quivering as she felt the absence of him inside her, but she didn’t move. She was completely under his control, and we all knew it.
“Get ready, sweetheart,” Scott muttered, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. “You know what’s coming next.”
Leah barely had time to react before Scott’s hand gripped his cock and began stroking himself, his eyes locked onto her naked body sprawled across the couch. With one last deep groan, he came, thick ropes of his cum splashing across her bare back and ass, marking her. Leah moaned softly at the sensation, her body shuddering as the heat of his release spread over her skin. Scott’s hand continued to work himself, milking every last drop until he was spent.
I stood there, frozen, watching the scene unfold with my heart pounding in my chest. A mixture of emotions flooded me—anger, humiliation, jealousy—and yet, beneath it all, the undeniable arousal I couldn’t shake. I hated that I couldn’t look away, hated that seeing Scott finish on Leah made my body react in ways I didn’t want to admit.
Scott let out a satisfied sigh as he stepped back, his cock still hanging in the air, glistening. He took in the sight of Leah, her body now streaked with his cum, and chuckled softly, clearly pleased with himself.
But he wasn’t finished.
His eyes flicked over to Jason and Todd, who had been watching intently the entire time, their hands still stroking their cocks as they waited for permission to do more. Scott grinned, a dark glint in his eye as he gestured toward Leah.
“Your turn, boys,” Scott said, his voice thick with authority. “Go ahead. Finish on her.”
Jason and Todd exchanged a quick glance, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Without hesitation, they rose from the couch, moving toward Leah’s prone form, their cocks hard and ready. I watched in silent horror as they positioned themselves on either side of her, their hands moving faster as they prepared to claim her in their own way.
Leah moaned softly, her body still trembling as she felt the presence of the other men around her. She was exhausted, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but she didn’t resist. She couldn’t. She had surrendered completely to the moment, to Scott, to all of them.
Jason was the first to come, his hand tightening around his cock as he groaned loudly, his cum splashing across Leah’s lower back, mixing with Scott’s. Leah whimpered softly at the sensation, her body shuddering as Jason’s release spread over her skin. Todd followed soon after, his moans filling the room as he stroked himself to completion, his cum landing on Leah’s ass and thighs, covering her completely.
I felt a wave of nausea rise in my throat as I watched them, my emotions in turmoil. This was Leah—my wife—on her knees, covered in the cum of three other men, her body marked and used. The jealousy and anger burned inside me, but so did something darker, something I didn’t want to admit. The arousal was there too, throbbing painfully in my chest, a sickening mixture of shame and excitement I couldn’t shake.
How had it come to this?
Leah remained still, her body quivering beneath the weight of their release, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. Her skin glistened with sweat and cum, her hair sticking to the back of her neck, and yet…there was something in her expression. Something I couldn’t quite place. A strange kind of peace, as if she had found something in this moment that had been hiding deep inside her all along.
And that’s what hurt the most.