What happens next is pure torture.
It always starts the same.
After I’ve taken off my suit jacket, I sit on my throne and order Rosa to come out of her hiding spot. Without delay, she emerges from the bathroom, always looking like a goddess, ready to seduce the soul of any mortal who dares even look at her.
Long dark hair that almost comes down to an ass that begs to be fucked.
Legs that stretch out for days on end and know how to trap a man in between them.
Small waist and wide hips perfect for grabbing and leaving fingermarks on.
And two natural fucking breasts that would put most porn stars’ bought ones to shame.
The woman is a vision.
Yet, for all her flawless glory, she’s always hesitant at first, walking into the room on featherlight feet as if she’s afraid something will pop out of the corner of the room and eat her alive. But despite her nerves, my fierce wife always makes sure to look me dead in the eye before she walks over to her two lovers.
It’s almost as if her gaze is telling me that I hold the power to stop what’s about to go down.
All I have to do is open my mouth and say no.
But I don’t.
I never do.
And since I don’t utter a word, she walks over to Shay first, offering him a smile that she’s never once gifted me with. I fist my hand every time I see her do it. Hating that my brother gets this sweet side of her when all I get is her animosity. But what’s even more troubling is how Shay’s eyes soften at the mere sight of her. Like she’s the most precious thing there is.
I hate him for it.
I hate her even more.
Once Shay lifts her arms to cradle over his shoulders, Colin springs into action. He stands behind her, gripping her waist and grinding her ass against his already hard cock. Like clockwork, Rosa always looks over her shoulder and bats her long eyelashes at him.
“Hi,” she says sweetly, her sultry voice better than any blue pill on the market to get a man hard.
Colin growls in response and kisses her like her mouth is his to own and conquer. After he’s made sure she’s left breathless from just one kiss, he turns her head to face Shay, who in turn, kisses my wife like she’s a fragile flower.
After that, the rest of the hour spent in the room becomes my own personal purgatory.
Colin fucks my wife with brutish force, while Shay makes love to her.
Rosa screams incoherently, both in English and in her native tongue, as they coax out of her body orgasm after orgasm. Shay whispers sweet little praises in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how good she feels around his cock. Colin grunts and brands her body with his hands, his nonverbal way of mimicking Shay’s words in the only way he knows how. Her body glistens with sweat, her lips part open to let out her sighs and moans of desire, all of which only serve to have me squirming in my seat.
Because it’s in this moment I witness my wife come alive in between them.
Her whole being bursts into a bright light, ensuring she blinds me completely when she cums.
And once Shay and Colin are done, they kiss her temple and lips, honored for the privilege of having her.
And they do have her.
Heart, body, and soul.
I see it in her eyes every time they walk out of the room and leave.
Her gaze filled with sadness that she can’t walk out the door with them.
That she has to stay in this room with me.
If I blinked, I probably would have missed it.
But I don’t blink.
Not once do I take my eyes off her. i
My heart only restarts with the sound of the door closing.
And that’s when I take vengeance on what she’s done to me.
I make her crawl on hands and knees, naked and still smelling of them, over to me. I pull her to my lap and remind her that her fate is in my hands, and that if I so wished, I could crush it into a pulp with my fists, just as she has obliterated my very sanity. I pull an orgasm out of her body that was always mine from the start, punishing her for thinking otherwise. I then push her brutishly to her knees, making her work for her second climax as she milks my cock dry of all the cum she wished she could fill her womb with.
After I’ve made sure to leave her a wanton mess, cursing to herself how she can loathe me and still want me, I get up and walk away as if nothing even transpired between us. It’s a performance worthy of an Oscar, but I play my part to perfection.
It’s only when I leave the apartment and am safely tucked in the backseat of my town car that I shatter. I punch the leather seat with all my might, cursing the fates for ever bringing Rosa into my life.
The woman has ruined me.