All She Ever Wanted - 18 minutes. (Patreon)

Folks! This is a fan fiction of “All She Ever Wanted” by Hannah Baird, from midway through part 3 (here, to be precise: https://www.literotica.com/s/all-she-ever-wanted-pt-03?page=4 ). My version is a fan idea of how the story also could have gone.

To get the full experience of my fan fiction, I recommend checking out the entire series here for context: https://www.literotica.com/authors/HannahBaird/works/stories 

I have the approval and praise of Hannah Baird herself, so I hope it falls in good graces with readers of the original series and those who discover it for the first time now.

If you enjoy Behind the Neighbor’s Door, I think you’ll like the vibe off of this one.

If you have read it, I recommend catching up on at least the last part up to where I pick up. Without further ado, here is “All She Ever Wanted - 18 minutes.”

***

"Meet me at the deck."

Full of barely contained rage even with his balls drained, Roy dressed hurriedly, sick of Alicia's games.

On the top deck, Roy emerged, looking through the crowds, and seeing Alicia looking off the side of the boat. He walked up, his dirty shirt buttoned only at the waist. He spoke.

"Well. I'm here."

Alicia didn't look at him. She took to the ocean, breathed in the salt, saw a gust that carried a flock of birds on it, fighting back the inevitable. She spoke.

"One hour?"

Roy nodded, he could feel his cock stiffen already.

'Yeah. One hour. Whenever you want."

"25K?"

Roy nodded and spoke.

"Expensive. Don't go thinking those are average friggin rates." He roared and laughed, she waited, the silence threatening. He spoke.

"I was just messin' around. Besides, I can tell you're worth every penny. I love a woman who values herself."

"Pay me."

"I don't pay before I get what I want."

"Pay me 5K."

"You aint no friggin negotiator I can tell you that. I'll do Bitcoin."

"No. You can for the rest. I want 5K now. Like...a down-payment. Whatever app we need to get it done."

Roy grimaced, he grabbed his phone, quickly sending her the payments, she saw the deposits made. She felt woozy, there was no going back. Her skin grew cold, she felt like a ghost, she dry heaved over the side of the ship, nothing but bile. She gasped and held her breath, cheeks bulging as she leaned back. Roy spoke.

"Hey, ease down. You look sick."

"I'M FINE."

Her head buzzed, heart fluttered, pressure innate, spread through her stomach and up her throat, she thought this must be what it's like to die, she was sure she would. Than she laughed, stifling herself and eventually biting into her hand and spoke after.

"How can I explain this money? How would I? I just what, found it? Won a lotto ticket?"

Roy shrugged. He spoke plainly.

"He doesn't have to know. Get your own bank account. Get more crypto. Just for you. Buy whatever you want...do whatever you want."

She remained silent. He was smug, but firm, his confidence and relaxed tone only adding to his authority. He spoke.

"You know, not everything needs to be known. Some secrets, stay secrets. They don't hurt no one."

"You think he'd be ok with this?"

"Fuck no. What man would? Well, I mean there are some twisted fucks out there, trust me, I would know, hehe."

"Why am I doing this?"

"Because you want to do it. I can tell. You know..."

"What?"

"I got friends all over. Business partners. Imagine making more money in a month than you made all year."

"I'm not going to become a whore if that's what you're implying."

"No, no. An entrepreneur. An opportunist. A short term gig, for the longest term value you could ever imagine. Think of this...like a trial run."

He looked at her, his cold eyes wandering over her body, devouring every inch. She didn't entirely dismiss the thought. She spoke softly.

"Brett's a good man. He doesn't..."

"Have to know. Yeah. I'm sure he's a good guy. Seems like it."

"You don't feel bad in the slightest?"

"Maybe a little" he didn't feel bad even one bit, in fact it was a tremendous motivating factor for him.

"Only a little?"

"Listen I've slept with plenty of wives, girlfriends, whatever. It doesn't matter. It's business. Think about the things he does you don't know."

She did. She knew most of them, especially the emotional affair that lurched dangerously close to physical. She believed him when he said nothing had happened. She never knew if he was being truthful, she always suspected more. She knew that what she was about to do, was something she would never want Brett to know, she loved him. Roy spoke.

"Text me an hour before you want to arrive. Nothing fancy. I don't give a shit about any of that."

Roy lit his cigar. Alicia grinned, thin lips peeled back, eyes widened, predatory, she spoke.

"You want to gamble?"

"Huh? At the casino?"

She cut him off.

"No. I have a proposal."

"Oh?"

"Double it."

"Double what, the money?50K? Hehe, that would be a record for me. Ain't never spent that much."

"You like gambling, right? You even told me, there are "winners and losers" right? You know exactly which one you are. You're a winner. Right?"

Roy paused for a minute. He glanced around, not concerned about the context of their conversation, but rather how deprived she looked. He spoke.

"Pretty bold. Pretty friggin' bold. What's your game?"

"You have to watch. You have to watch Brett have sex with me."

Roy nearly choked.

"HA! You're kidding right? Friggin' Romeo? Can he even get hard anymore? I can tell, you keep that sissy locked away without a cage don't ya?"

"I'll stream it. You can watch. Wouldn't you like to watch me? Don't you want to watch me? Wouldn't it be fun? You ever watch a woman with her husband who she loves and you ever seen someone make love? Have you ever been in love? I have. I am. Imagine how good it would look...how good I would look."

Roy stepped back. He wondered if he had pushed her too far. But, it was appealing. Both the wager, and a manic woman, desperate, even easier to persuade, to do horrible things. He wanted her for himself though. But it was a curious wager, one he'd never truly experienced. He clapped his hand against the rail.

"Hubby may be dumb, but he ain't an idiot, what are you gonna do? Blindfold the fucker?"

"He's not dumb. At all. And yes I am."

"Interesting. Yeah, I'm friggin in. But I determine the conditions."

"Fine."

"First, he has to last twenty minutes. Minimum. Four positions. If he can't make it twenty friggin' minutes, with four positions? It's over. I win. And I'm gonna time this shit. And just so you know, a fucking blowjob don't count as a position. So what do I get if I win?"

"He has to watch you fuck me."

"Oh now that is a really good friggin' deal. Hehe. I'm in. Don't worry though, I'll still pay you. Less of course. But I'm a man of my word, 15K total. But I get to tie him up if I win, got it?"

"Deal. 9:00 I'll stream. I hope you're ready."

"Ready to win? I always win."

***

The day languished for Alicia, she steeled her nerves, disappeared from Brett after dinner to his frustration, his worry about her mounting, she headed to the bar on the lowest deck, sat down, ordered the same martini, familiar, plain, soothing, constant. A young woman sat next to her cradling her head on the verge of tears. Alicia immediately recognized her, the young ballerina she saw in the hall during her act of voyeurism, from the studio. The young woman's eyes widened as she saw Alicia and immediately blushed in guilt, she had seen Alicia earlier at the buffet. Alicia tried to produce a smile, awkward and pained, not knowing what to say to comfort the young woman, she made an attempt.

"You go to the same...studio right? I'm so sorry I know we've spoke before I can't remember your name."

The young red headed woman grimaced as she bit her lip.

"Mia. My name is Mia. I really didn't expect to see you here. Small uhhh world I guess. Like I'm so sorry but your name is..."

"It's Alicia. It's ok it's not like we've talked much. We mostly just shared tips, I think I coached you for a session, maybe two. You're a very talented ballerina."

"And a shitty fucking girlfriend."

"Come again?"

"You saw me. I know you saw me. I don't need to like, go over it. We were both so shitfaced and I thought he was hot, and it got so out of hand. I would normally never like...do something like that in public. I fucked up so bad and my boyfriend was sent that video from that fucking asshole. I feel like a piece of shit. Fuck my life."

Alicia nodded, she stared at her wedding ring before speaking.

"We all make mistakes. It will hurt but, you can move on."

"I really like appreciate the advice but I don't need it. Not trying to be like rude, I just, I know I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. And that fucker didn't even like say anything after, he just walked away. I felt so fucking used. No, like I was used."

Alicia bit her tongue and spoke to Mia.

"What did you get out of it?"

"What?"

"What did you get out of it? I mean, being with him. That man."

Mia paused she looked around the room.

"I don't know you well enough to tell you that ok?"

Alicia nodded. Mia's gesture indicated everything. Alicia saw Mia's thigh quivering orgasm firsthand. That's what she got, moments of bliss, to lose everything else.

Alicia finished her drink and gently placed her hand on Mia's shoulder.

'It's going to be ok. I promise. Hey, let me give you my number ok? We can just talk about ballet, or something. I know it's a lot what you're going through."

To Alicia's surprise, Mia accepted, they traded contacts, Alicia bought her a drink and left abruptly. She felt woozy, finding it hard to swallow, she almost fell twice, but made it back to the cabin. It was 8:50. She slammed the door behind her, Brett nearly jumped off the bed. He exclaimed.

"Shit! You scared me! Where have you been? I sent you a bunch of texts. What's going on? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I am, really."

Alicia turned off the TV, it's screen dulled to a shimmering black. She grabbed her black stockings from her lingerie and began wrapping it around tightly Brett's eyes, he didn't offer resistance, he wouldn't dream. He smirked and spoke.

"What's gotten into you?"

She placed her finger across his lips, and stripped him down.

"I want you to fuck me. Like you used to. Like when you knocked me up."

Brett felt his cock twitch, that was over twenty years ago. He tried to stay calm, he wanted to remain stoic, proud, defined, he felt himself flex his muscles, his posture adjusted, his mindset fixated, this was his chance. This was his chance to reclaim her, from the void that lied between.

The timer started. First position.

Alicia took her phone, pressed it to mute, began streaming to Roy, stripping, pressing her small breasts together and bending over towards the phone to tease and mock, seeing Roy's face calmly stare back at her. She set the phone down on the edge of the bed. It showed Brett, hard as a diamond. She straddled him as she pushed him back, long nails tracing his chin. He gripped her waist tight, hands strong, clutching her naked form, he thought she was too skinny, fasting from life, he would fill her. She straddled him, and lowered herself down slowly on his length. He kept still, let her ride.

Brett's head fell back against the pillow, her slender hands fell on his chest, grasping, leaving red prints he was still, a toy for her. She squeezed her thighs together, her cunt gripped, she was tighter than he remembered, a soft grunt escaped his lips. He ran his hand against her stomach, running across her minor scars, across her navel, up to her breasts. He cupped them firmly as she leaned over, her breathing hurried. Roy watched, curious, surprised even. Alicia's tight ass lifted and slammed down, on the cusp of Brett's cock, eclipsing his pink cockhead, a translucent slickness running down her thighs.

Brett remained silent. He was focused, driven. His hands squeezed her tits roughly, he pressed them together as he lurched upright, his hands pulling her towards his groin blindly. He bit her neck and pulled at her arms, throwing her down against the bed. He lifted her ass, bringing her cunt's brown lips to his cock, he thrust in as he grabbed her waist a rhythm, slow, deep, burying himself, grinding his teeth.

Five minutes. Second position.

Roy was convinced he had been cheated. He wasn't nervous, he knew he was going to win. Yet still, he remained furious that such a weak, average cocked man was dominating her She belonged to him. He crossed his arms, watching Alicia, knowing he was going to gape her so bad she'd never do ballet again. Besides, he had plenty of time left.

Brett held Alicia's face down into the pillow, she drooled as she sucked in air through her teeth, each thrust from him was from hilt to tip, he ran his fingers across her back, loving, bending down to kiss her from behind as he pressed her flat against the bed. He locked his fingers around hers and stretched her arms towards the headboard, their tongues intertwined, and she moaned into his mouth, a stirring vibration, he almost felt himself loose it, he held and flexed. She sounded like she always had, like how he remembered. Grasping, he pulled her shoulders, her ass flush against his waist as he parked himself in her.

Ten minutes. Third position.

He caught his breath, this time he felt her turn back over, and hoisted her ankles over his shoulders, she was so light, her calves so strong, but her touch, the feel of her soft olive skin, all was familiar, all that he yearned for. He leaned over, and licked her ankles, up to her toes, she giggled, and moaned as he sucked. He fumbled, still adjusting, and thrust into her, his strong arms beside her head, stable pillars, she wrapped her fingers around his forearms, she adored his forearms as she always had, so very rigid and firm.

Roy wasn't nervous, he could tell this worthless loser was close, he could see it on the sissy's face. There was no way Brett had the stamina to last. He had bested better, and bigger men with ease. He felt his own cock harden, stir, unusual, but attributed it to seeing Alicia beginning to show who she was beneath her shell of ice.

Brett fell to his side, he was hungry, he needed no permissions, she was his, and always would be.

Fifteen minutes. Fourth position.

Brett pulled her close, her leg swung back, draped over his waist as he spooned her from behind, his hand slid across her soft skin, her stomach, the small hole where she used to have her navel ring, down past her pubic hair to her clit, engorged and full, and pressed softly with each thrust. She moaned, undeniable, authentic, she grabbed his wrist, his wedding band caught the low light, as it slid between her slender thighs. She placed his fingers exactly where she needed them, forceful in her guidance, wanting success. She looked at the phone, her eyes locked with Roy, mocking, wide and stung with allure. She could see his anger, low and simmering. She moaned aloud, to taunt them both, yet Brett remained resilient to her voice.

She rolled and grasped Brett's wrist, there was no denying he was already starting to cum, thick beads poured from his tip, yet he refused, he fought, she pulled him off the bed and kicked out a small stool, she knelt over it, kneeling, waist bent, she grabbed his wrist, and he took her from behind, deeper in every penetration she had felt thus far, close, slow, intimate. Alicia grabbed her phone off the counter, angling it so Roy could see Brett's deep, steady thrusts. Roy was furious, angry enough to slam his large fist against the table he rested his phone on, causing it to buckle.

Eighteen minutes. Fifth position.

Like an animal, Brett rutted with her, raw, giving, she received, keened, her taut back flexed as she flung her hips back and deep, he remained inside. She was desperate for Brett to hold back, she wanted him to last, to prove to her that he was capable of so much more. She wanted to tell him everything, about the man he hated, about the money, about the man that watched her now. But she knew that would change everything. He didn't have to know. None of it had to matter. It didn't matter. Brett grunted, Alicia clenched.

Roy saw her cunt tighten, he could tell, he knew Brett was going to cum. It was inevitable. He waited for the inevitable.

Brett pulled Alicia close as they fell back onto the bed, he was exhausted, his hairline dripped with sweat, he felt himself leaking, ready to burst. Alicia held him close as she felt him inside her, pulsing, he thrust once more, and stopped. Their mouths were open, a pant that filled the room as they gasped for air. It was over.

Even if Alicia could warn Brett or tell him that if he finished now that it could potentially destroy their marriage, she couldn't stop Brett now if she tried. At eighteen minutes, Brett lost, and he didn't even know it.

Brett pulled out of her in a quick fashion, aimed at her belly, and came. His cock had been buried deep in his wife, and to her horror and deligh, he had decided he needed to finish on her. Alicia saw him twitch, a pulse that erupted, like a hot jet of molten lava that she could feel collide with her skin, his cock spurted thick streams of his seed, again and again and again, a torrent that covered her. It felt incredible, but Alicia also knew she had lost the game. She knew Roy would make sure she never forgot who won.

Dread washed over Alicia, she began to shake, she bit her lip and felt her face grow hot. The shame was overwhelming, and she couldn't stop the tears from falling. Brett didn't know it, but he had just ended their marriage as they knew it. Alicia quickly wiped away the tears, tears of awe, joy, sadness, or the sheer trauma of the event. Brett laid still, his hands grasped her tightly, they held each other for a minute.

Roy smiled at the screen, he couldn't believe he had done it. He had conquered Alicia, and he would have her while Brett watched as he did. Watched as Roy claimed and conquered his wife of two decades. He could hardly contain his excitement as he felt himself harden. He grabbed his phone, shut off the stream, and texted Alicia.

'well, i think i won. u ready??'

Alicia turned away from Brett, tears in her eyes, knowing that Brett would soon witness the stupid result of her stupid gamble. She had agreed to this.

Brett moved a hand to remove his blindfold, but Alicia stopped him.

"Not yet," she said, trying to purr. Her nerves were on fire, her entire body buzzing with anxiety.

She hated how it would happen, but she knew she was going to do this, no going back. She needed this. She wanted this, Roy and what he could give, for the scenario to unfold, more than ever.

Alicia gently guided her husband over to a chair and asked him to wait there for a few moments while she went and got ready.

Looking at her poor husband that she was about to violate so ruthlessly, she felt the guilt and the shame wracking her body and making her physically sick.

Then, like violent thumps against the inside of her brain, she heard the gentlest of knocks. Brett didn't hear it, but to Alicia, it may as well have been an ax chopping up their door.

"Wait here, hun," she whispered, almost inaudible. "I just need to... I'll be right back. Sit tight."

Alicia hurried to the door, slowly opened it, and there stood Roy. Big and with a smug look on his face. He was here to claim and conquer; it was written all over him. But Alicia pressed a hand against his chest and slipped out of their room.

"I can't do this to him," Alicia hissed, her voice shaking with a mix of apologetic sadness and erotic excitement. "I can't betray him in our own goddamn room. With him there..."

"This is what you agreed to," Roy said, visibly annoyed. Roy was really done with Alicia's games and just wanted to get what was his. "You knew I was going to come here. You knew I was going to claim you like a prize in front of your husband."

"I know, but... this is too much," Alicia pleaded.

"You knew what you were doing. You know what you're doing. Now, we have to make a choice. Either we go back into that room, and I fuck you in front of Brett, or you don't get shit. You lost the gamble. You lost everything."

"I can't," she whispered. "I can't hurt him like this."

"Fine," Roy said, stepping back. "Have a nice life. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Wait," Alicia whispered, catching Roy's arm. She was desperate now. Her eyes were red with tears. Her lip trembled.

She looked down at Roy's crotch, at the sizeable bulge in his pants. Her pussy pulsed, her entire body ached with want. It was forbidden, and it was something new. Something big.. She wanted to be taken and owned by Roy.

"Take me somewhere else," she whispered.

"And why should I?" Roy asked, leaning in close, a cocky smile spreading across his face. "That wasn't the bet." Roy had gotten an appetite for Alicia and wanted to see this through, but it was an extra motivation to do it in front of that poor husband of hers. Brett had no idea that he was about to witness the woman he loved be defiled so utterly.

"Please," Alicia begged. "We can... we can still make the bet. You can still have an hour with me, just not here."

Roy folded his arms, sensing that she'd cave. He was right.

"Does it have to be here?" Alicia asked, looking around, trying to think of any solution, anything at all.

"That's not what you agreed to," Roy repeated. "This is where we agreed upon. Those were your own friggin' rules, you have nobody to blame but yourself."

Alicia looked at her feet and shook her head. This wasn't fair to Brett. How could she let this monster take her? She loved Brett, she loved him dearly. But she wanted this, needed it. Her body was on fire, raging with anticipation built over several days. And even more so for the last twenty-four hours. Why couldn't Brett have lasted 2 minutes more?

"Okay," Alicia whispered.

"What's that? Didn't hear you," Roy said, almost sounding ominous.

"Okay," Alicia said once more.

He wanted her to be more explicit, but it was good enough for Roy. He was getting more than impatient.

"Good girl," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "Now let's go and tie him up."

Alicia nodded, unable to speak, unable to believe what she was doing. Roy led the way as Alicia followed behind him like a sad puppy.

Roy went into their room and walked straight over to Brett, who was sitting on the chair as instructed. Without hesitating, Roy rounded the chair, and produced some plastic zip ties from his pocket. Alicia just stood there watching, frozen like a statue, as Roy grabbed Brett's left arm and restrained it against the chair, before grabbing the other arm and doing the same thing.

"Heh, what's going on?" Brett asked, thinking this was some devious ploy of his wife. Alicia couldn't look at him. She hovered around the edge of the bed, looking at Roy instead.

Roy then tied Brett's ankles to the legs of the chair and stood up.

"Hey, what the hell?" Brett exclaimed.

"S-sorry," Alicia said, almost inaudible.

Roy didn't say anything. He was so thoroughly done with these games and just wanted to fuck Alicia already. So he walked over to her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up against his body.

"Hey, what's going on?" Brett asked again, starting to panic a little.

Roy ignored Brett and turned Alicia around to face him. His large hand slipped under her chin and lifted her face. Their eyes locked, and Alicia knew that Roy meant business. There would be no going back after this. It was too late to turn back now.

Alicia felt Roy's fingers move from under her chin to the strap on her shoulder. He pulled it down, exposing her slender shoulder. She looked deep into his eyes and saw a mix of desire and hunger. He was angry. Angry that she had denied him, that she had made him wait. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, and it was clear that he was about to get what he came here for.

Alicia didn't fight back or resist. Instead, she let her dress slip down her body until she stood there in only a lacy black thong. Roy's eyes burned with lust as his gaze moved over her body. He licked his lips before he pushed her back onto the bed. Alicia bounced on the mattress as her husband sat helplessly across the room.

"You know," Roy said, undoing his belt. "I've had plenty of wives in my life, but none that gave me as much trouble as you."

Alicia remained silent, knowing it would do no good to reply.

"Time to fulfill the deal," he continued, ignoring Brett's protests somewhere behind him.

Roy's pants fell to the floor, and Alicia gasped. There, barely hidden behind Roy's stained underwear, was an absolutely massive cock.

He pushed down his briefs to fully expose his huge, dark, pulsating meat, and the large balls that swung beneath. Roy stepped up to the end of the bed, his heavy cock like a spear that was pointing at Alicia, as a pearl of pre-cum began to form in its fat cleft.

Alicia gazed in shock and awe, never before had she seen a cock that big.

Her eyes were like saucers when she stared, transfixed, as Roy slowly, sensuously stroked himself.

Her pussy tightened as a shiver of excitement spread through her entire being, igniting every nerve and making her feel things she'd never experienced before.

"My goodness," she muttered, in her tingling trance.

Roy didn't speak. He stood over her and held his threatening, roped trunk against her face. She gawked at it as he slapped the side of her face with it, a puckered clap against her cheek. She fought back, slapping his cock back, till his large hand grabbed her thin throat and bent her head back, his other hand grasped his veined mast and angled it downwards. His fingers pressed her mouth open and fed his bulging purple head past her lips. Her eyes widened in fear and excitement, her tongue pressed against his shaft, as she squirmed, her throat soon bulging grotesquely from the outside as she felt his massive stomach fold against her face. She raised her palms and pressed back against him, it meant nothing.

Brett, blind, could only hear Alicia gag, cry, and moanas well as some other man's grunts. The sounds were a given of what was going on, but without being able to see, Brett was tortured by the horrifying sounds of his wife pleasuring another man with her mouth. Each sound grew louder and louder, each moan turning more excited and less terrified. Brett fought against his binds and struggled. Alicia remained impaled, his thick, girthy, pipe pumping down her throat. Her vision swam, she gasped and gagged, her breathing compromised. She reached out blindly as the blood in her face roared.

"Holy fuck," Brett exclaimed as he weakly struggled against his restraints. 

Alicia couldn't answer, not even if she wanted to. Instead, Roy pressed, and released, and pressed harder with his strokes. His thighs tightened and shuddered, her lungs compressed, her hands now limp against her sides, she spasmed and convulsed, choking out the thick length as Roy suddenly pulled out.

Alicia hadn't heard it, but Roy had had enough of Brett's complaints. He grabbed Alicia's thong, yanked it off and went and shoved into Brett's mouth, stuffing it in, wet and clinging.

"There. Shut up," Roy spat.

As Brett tasted his wife's cunt of a lace garment that still held her heat and aroma, he felt paralyzed, helpless, weak and, utterly confused as Alicia looked at him. A mixture of sadness, excitement, guilt, and fear filled her eyes.

Roy turned back and grabbed her, forcing her onto her back and he mounted the bed as he spread her long tan legs, he lined his fat crown up with her small tight pussy and held himself there. He rubbed it up and down her slit. But instead of shoving it in, he threw one of her ankles over his shoulder and started mauling her calf with his mouth. His thick wet tongue slid down, between her toes, he bit it and sucked her little toe.

Brett remained transfixed. Even if he couldn't see much, he could certainly smell it. Her scent was thick in the room, a musk so heavy that he knew he would never be able to forget. And her moans. Oh, her moans... they made his cock grow even harder. His body throbbed with jealousy and rage, and even as a part of him hated Alicia, the greater part of him did not.

He heard her whimper something and could hear his tormentor grunt, low and harsh like some animal.

Roy had made his way on top of Alicia now, the head of his thick shaft pressed hard against her pink entrance, her turgid cunt aching for penetration. Roy eased down, his girth expanding her pink petals, splitting them painfully, as a choked gasp escaped Alicia's lungs. A slow, deliberate invasion that was consuming her.

Her eyes rolled back and a smile escaped her mouth as the immense length started to breach and find its way completely inside her. Roy had barely entered her, yet she felt her insides crushed, she wailed loudly, in bliss as she held the headboard behind her and watched her pussy accept him inch by thick inch, an impossible girth and length filling her beyond anything she had ever expected. Alicia would hardly have believed she'd fit any of it inside of her if it wasn't for the unforgiving proof that split her with its harsh demand.

Finally, as Roy leaned down and pressed himself deeper, as her knees almost kissed her ears, she felt every challenging inch of him disappearing slowly among her wetness, she wondered when it would end, unable to count the inches, focusing so much against his cock, she ached, grit her teeth, and finally felt his hilt.

Alicia gasped, shocked, the sensation a bizarre combination of pleasure and pain. She squeezed around his cock tightly, fighting against it.

Roy leaned back slightly, keeping a lot of his weight and bulk on her. As Alicia tried to get used to his massive girth and length, a short groan escaped her mouth, an empty moan of torment and of pleasure. She absentmindedly ran a hand over her stomach, as if to mend the dull, numbing ache. To her astonishment, and horror, she felt the sensation of a bulge stretch across her abdominal wall and as she looked down below Roy's mass, an imprint formed ever so lightly across her lower abs from his conclusion, her thin frame tilted up like her exertion during ballet she could feel her abdominal wall press from the pressure inside her canal, her cervix scraping against his cockhead in pain unable to go back any further, her trained yoga pushing back, with nerves her hand rubbed against the thinnest distention, awe and pain took her.

"Fuck that's deep" was all Alicia managed to whimper, a surge of strange pleasure emanated from the sensation and she looked in shock.

As Roy's pace began to increase, his groin started to pound hers, soon making Alicia drool in orgasmic, numb disbelief. Her cheeks reddened. Her hair matted to her head. Her lithe body shook, taut muscles stretching across her arms, chest, and stomach, a sheen of sweat on her brow.

At this point, Alicia started to become a slave to Roy's savage cock, bucking her hips like mad, desperate for it to pierce and destroy every inch of her tender cunt, moaning incessantly, forgetting where she was, losing herself in an enrapturing pleasure that went beyond all sexual experience she had had before.

Roy fucked Alicia with everything he had. Alicia didn't think she'd be able to enjoy the sex due to the circumstances, but seeing it go in and out, bulging her stomach, feeling it stretch and take ownership of her in such a primal way, she knew it was simply better than what she and Brett had ever enjoyed. Roy fucked with abandon, his stamina unrelenting, and she surrendered. He owned her. He'd done everything right, and now she belonged to him.

Brett remained bound and gagged, frustrated, jealous, feeling the strength of his anger was eclipsed by his own growing sense of arousal. Brett didn't like what was happening, in fact, he despised what was going on, but hearing his wife squealing and moaning underneath this brute made his cock swell in an explosive fury, an arousal so deep it was painful. He could hear their sweat-soaked skin clapping together, Roy's grunts, his wife's low whimpering. Alicia cried out amidst her ecstasy, her body breaking in an orgasmic bliss.

Not long after, Alicia felt Roy's pulse as his throbbing cock hardening and tensing. Roy's warm liquid bathed her walls, she trembled as his hot cum fired rope after sticky rope of cum inside her womb, she clenched around his thick meat, wanting every ounce, savoring the sensations of his powerful jets erupting deep. Roy was successfully claiming her, dumping a potent gift inside her, planting his seed.

Viscous ropes poured into her like heavy syrup, in volume far beyond what she had ever experienced. Even Roy felt impressed by the size of his load, feeling himself splashing thick cum inside the married woman. And as Alicia's thoughts faded and Roy's spurting came to an end, reality was crashing down on Alicia.

Roy had slowed down, pushing his load back in, keeping himself docked to make sure his claim was secure, feeling her inner walls ache and flex, sucking the last of his seed.

Alicia lay under him, defeated, drenched. She looked away at her husband, her eyes dimmed, staring into Brett's in silence. Her husband, possibly ex-husband after this, was silent now, too. Brett was unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed, and a look of sadness and confusion spread across his face.

She moaned when Roy pulled out, the loud squelch as their sloppy flesh pulled apart made her cringe. Her body hummed, a pervading sensation that pulsed through her veins like electric shocks, but she felt numb and exhausted.

He laid back, falling on the pillow behind him, a dry smile across his face. He grabbed his pack of cigars and offered one to her in silence.

"Now that's how you fuck a woman," he said, looking over at Brett. He turned to Alicia who remained laying down, dazed. She looked at him through a post-orgasmic haze, barely comprehending the words. "That was 25 minutes. Easily."

It was a moment of brutal clarity for Alicia. Twenty-one years were thrown away in the course of twenty-five minutes. Roy did what he wanted, and worse, she let him; she didn't protest. Her claimed still fertile cunt was filled with Roy's potent cum, the inside of her thighs glistening with both of their arousal.

Alicia looked at her husband, her eyes glazed. She had betrayed him. There was no doubt about that. But she still loved him. She always would.

Brett felt lost, confused, and disoriented, he was still hard as a diamond, yet his thoughts were muddled. He could only smell the overwhelming scent of sex in the room, and hear the heavy breathing of both his wife and their aggressor, he knew he had been betrayed, yet he couldn't believe it. His head pounded. His stomach churned. Confusion about what had just happened and the trauma of it all were hitting him hard.

"Hey now," Roy said. "If you knew how to fuck your wife like a real man, she wouldn't be cheating on you. Wouldn't be fucking guys like me."

It was nature, the law of dominance intervening in the paltry contract and security of marriage. It was biology. Roy won; he'd always win. It was his right to conquer Alicia's body in every way he desired. Roy had no plans, no code or morality. He took. He had planted a gift inside Alicia. Her hesitance, her defiance, Roy enjoyed savoring her breaking, bending, and submitting, a rich conquest. Roy glanced around, smirked as he looked at Brett. Brett wasn't even a man in Roy's mind, hardly a rival.

It excited and amused him to make men cuckolds, knowing there was little choice in the matter for them to defend their territories. They could pretend to have dominion, and control, but Roy proved again and again they had nothing, absolutely nothing to stop him. And the consequences were real. Roy had bred plenty of women, and Alicia would join  their ranks. And Brett and Alicia's lives would never be the same again because Roy decided to fuck Alicia. He got what he wanted, what he deserved. The game was won. The trophy was earned. Roy got exactly what he wanted.

But he wasn't done, he wasn't satisfied, a carnality drove him.

Alicia, per her being his in a so unforgiving manner, sensed him. She turned towards Roy and crawled closer towards him as if bound. His large cock rested along his inner thigh, still thick and veiny. It glistened and dripped from her essence.

Alicia was crawling towards him to worship him with her mouth, as an appreciation of how he successfully conquered her. In her shame, her betrayal, her guilt, her thrill, a deeper want coiled, her hands wrapped around him and gripped his root tight, her other hand teased his testes, eager to validate his victory by doing something that was just for him.

He remained completely inanimate as her lips kissed the underside of his bulb, the kiss almost grateful, and her soft mouth slid across his fat girth. Roy grunted. She flicked her tongue down, pressing along his seam, teasing him as she rolled his testicles gently in her fingertips. He rewarded her with more pre cum, pearling into her mouth. It tasted a familiar salinity, like his potent claim inside her, a bitter but enticing musk. He tasted strong and robust, Alicia ran her tongue underneath his head and locked her mouth around him.

She pumped slowly, sliding the entirety of her mouth over his cockhead and along his underside, squeezing the thickness of him. It was a soft, gentle torture that made him pump precum steadily into her mouth, coating it with a thin coat of his arousal. Alicia tried her best to get him excited, anxious that if she did, that perhaps she could continue to get his attention.

Roy watched the sexy married woman service his cock in pure silence, only the gentle sound of sloppy wetness permeating, with Alicia's occasional muffled moan escaping. As Alicia peered up, she could see Roy had almost no reaction, he showed no sign of even being aroused. Even as she flicked her tongue repeatedly over his tip, and rolled his sac. She grew a desperate panic and hunger, the feeling of wanting to please, she craved.

Suddenly, Roy stood and shoved her off. Alicia fell onto the bed, confused, but Roy was already across the room. He went and undid the blindfold around Brett's eyes. Brett blinked as he squinted his eyes, his vision returning slowly. Roy stood in front of him, still naked, his huge cock at full mast right in front of Brett's face.

Brett's eyes went wide as he saw his wife laying on the bed, drenched in sweat, a puddle of Roy's cum oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy. And Roy's massive, throbbing cock right in front of him. That cock had been inside Alicia and knew her inside and out, possible more than he did. That thing had robbed him of his wife right in front of his eyes. That thing had conquered his territory. And with such brutal efficiency. Roy had destroyed her and left her with such an overwhelming experience.

Brett had heard his wife getting thoroughly fucked, listened to her wails of ecstasy, the groans, the clapping of flesh. He smelled his wife's intoxicating scent. He heard his wife cumming like he'd never seen her do before, gasping, struggling for breath, moaning. Now, per Alicia's poor gamble, Brett had to watch as this monster claimed his wife again, in the most demeaning way possible.

Alicia was mortified and couldn't bear to look Brett in the eye. But she knew what was going to happen next. And she had no way of stopping it. She wasn't sure she wanted to. Roy was a cruel man, and she knew that he was about to make Brett watch as he took his wife again, in the worst possible way. It was all over now, her marriage, everything she had had for the last two decades, and she had now experienced Roy's thorough conquest, so there was no going back.

Roy was going to fuck her in front of Brett, and she was going to let him. She was going to allow herself to be taken by this stranger who she had made a bet with. She had brought it upon herself, and now she was going to pay the price. She knew that Roy was about to own her in every way possible. And now Brett would witness the destruction of his wife and his marriage. Roy was about to fuck her in front of her husband, and Alicia was going to let him.

And the thought of that excited her more than it terrified her. The fact that Roy was going to take her in front of Brett made her feel both guilty and aroused. She felt guilty because she knew that Brett didn't deserve this, but she also felt aroused because she knew that Roy was going to claim her like no man ever had. Thoroughly, deeply, and, most importantly, pleasurably. She knew that Roy was going to take her in ways that she never could have imagined, and Brett would witness it.

Brett was furious, but his anger was mixed with sadness, humiliation, and frustration. He wanted to tell Alicia to stop, but he could hardly speak through the gag in his mouth. And even if he could, he knew it would be of no use.

Alicia felt a strange mix of guilt and excitement. She knew that Brett was upset and humiliated, but she also knew that Roy was going to fuck her again. And that they had at least half an hour more before he would've gotten what he paid for. Alicia felt guilty for what she had done, but she needed this.

Roy moved towards Alicia, who was still laying on the bed, her legs spread wide apart. She rolled to her side. Roy wouldn't wait; he rolled her onto all fours, and she stared out at the balcony from the bed, seeing the peace of the night sky. It was a beautiful evening, truly, and the moon was full and bright. But inside their cabin, things were far less peaceful.

Roy grabbed her ass, kneading the cheeks before pressing his hands against her back and bending her forward and soon after, Alicia could feel Roy's thick cock against her ass cheeks. The tip of his cock slid against her pussy lips, teasing her.

Alicia shivered as she felt Roy's cock sliding along her labia, teasing her. His thick head rubbed against her clit, making her moan in pleasure. She knew that Brett could see everything, and the thought made her blush in shame and embarrassment, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning in ecstasy. She felt Roy's cock press against her wet opening, stretching her out as he entered her.

"C-careful. You're so fucking big," Alicia said. "I'm not used to it yet."

Roy didn't heed. Alicia gasped as she felt Roy's huge cock filling her up. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt him sliding deeper inside her. She moaned loudly as she felt her walls stretch to accommodate his thick girth. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as she struggled to keep herself steady. Roy didn't stop until he was fully sheathed inside her.

Roy held Alicia's waist tight and started fucking her, his hips pumping rhythmically as he fucked her in earnest. Alicia could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of her tight hole. She moaned loudly as she felt his balls slapping against her ass. Roy's intense thrusts created a series of loud rhythmic grotesque sounds as she felt her pussy squelch, the vacuum he made, filled over and over again. Alicia felt her orgasm quickly building up inside her and knew that she wouldn't last long.

Brett watched in horror as his wife was being fucked in front of him by another man. He hated it, but he couldn't look away. He watched as Roy's hips slammed against Alicia's ass, making her ass jiggle and ripple with each powerful thrust. Brett couldn't see where they connected, but he had seen Roy's equipment, and he could hear Alicia's reactions, and knew that he was filling her up like he never could. Two decades were thrust by thrust getting erased, Brett's pride and dignity were crushed underfoot, like the weight of Roy's balls as they swung with each thrust.

Roy was ruthless, and Alicia's body trembled with each powerful thrust. She was so wet that she could hear it, a squelching slurp with each thrust, a wet, merciless sound that reverberated across the room.

"Fuck! You're so fucking deep! So fucking good! Shit!" Alicia cried out. "Come on! Pound me! Take that pussyyy!"

Alicia moaned loudly as she felt herself cumming. Her body shuddered as her pussy tightened around Roy's cock, squeezing it tightly. Roy continued to pound her as she came, not letting her rest. Alicia felt her legs buckle as she tried to support herself on the bed. But it was no use, and she collapsed onto the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably as Roy continued to fuck her.

And her lying flat gave Roy the perfect angle to use both his weight and his size to his advantage. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she moaned and gasped in sheer ecstasy as she came all over Roy's thick cock. How glorious it was.

The bed creaked and squeaked beneath them, the frame rocking back and forth. Alicia's legs trembled as Roy pounded her mercilessly. She felt his cock throbbing inside her, and she knew that he was close. She moaned loudly as she felt his thick shaft sliding in and out of her wet pussy, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

Brett wanted to close his eyes, but his gaze was glued to Roy's naked ass cheeks working and churning, and beyond him Alicia taking it, jolting each time Roy took her, a violent rhythm that made her hair flail, her face in a state of ecstasy. The obscene sounds from Alicia’s wetness and the bed rocking made Brett sick with jealousy and disgust, but also with his own shameful arousal. He knew that his wife was enjoying this and that she didn't want him to see this, but he couldn't look away. His cock was throbbing in his pants, and he could feel precum leaking through the fabric. He felt like an animal, a beast, unable to control himself.

Alicia cried out in pleasure as she felt her orgasm building up again. Her toes curled, and her back arched as she came all over Roy's cock once again. Alicia could hear her husband cry out in anguish, but all she could think about was her own ecstatic pleasure. She moaned loudly as Roy fucked her through her orgasm.

Roy let out a low groan and increased his pace. His thrusts became more erratic and uncoordinated. He was silent, only his hips spoke, his grotesque thickness plummeted past her swollen lips, over and over, spreading her wider with each thrust, a rhythm of experience and size beset his every move. This was easy for him, and all too pleasurable for her as a mere recipient. Alicia knew what was about to happen, and she shivered with excitement and anxiety.

Alicia felt Roy's cock throb violently inside her as he prepared to shoot his load. She knew it was coming, but nothing could prepare her for the experience as he increased his speed, a rapid pace, her head driven into the bed as she moaned loudly, and screamed, her body breaking in orgasmic euphoria. Alicia knew that Brett was watching as this happened, and she felt incredibly ashamed, but she was in no state of mind to even think about that. She could only focus on her own pleasure.

Roy grunted and groaned as he buried his thick cock deep inside Alicia's wet pussy. He held it there, feeling her tight walls grip his shaft tightly. She gasped and moaned, and her whole body trembled as he spurted his hot seed into her eager womb, flooding her insides with his potent claim, marking her, and coating her. It was so deep, far, far past any point Brett would even begin to reach. Roy emptied himself into Alicia, coating her inner walls with a copious amount of his cum. And, like before, he remained buried within her, not even allowing a single droplet to leave, or leak past his virile shaft.

The warmth of Roy's cum pooled deep inside of her. It felt so good to Alicia, who relished the familiar feeling of being filled, owned completely, dominated in a way she never had. Roy had taken ownership of her this hour in the most brutal, and honest fashion. She loved every moment. And, yet, a deep shame fell over her and knowing that her husband Brett was sitting there watching as it happened. She felt horrible and disgusted with herself for allowing it to go on, but she just couldn't help herself as his load clumped against her cervix, spilling into her womb, even as Brett silently watched, so powerless and broken.

Roy's abundant load was torrential, a vicious blast of heavy ropes; he remained inside of her as he had a half hour before. His pace slowed. His breathing became less labored and steady, Alicia still could feel his thick member flexing with the occasional spurt of warm sperm, pooled at her cervix, his promise, potent, breeding potential. Alicia breathed hard as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She felt Roy's hand reach down, and run over her neck. It squeezed tightly, almost as a reminder. She cried, wincing in pleasure.

Alicia tried not to make eye contact with her husband, Brett, but she knew he was staring at her. She knew that he had seen the look of ecstasy and bliss on her face, and she wondered how he would react when he finally removed the gag. How could he ever forgive her? Or trust her again? What could she possibly say or do to make it better? All she knew was that she needed this.

Alicia and Roy stayed motionless like this for several minutes, both breathing heavily and sweating profusely, his warm seed pooled and dripped from her cunt, and oozed down the inside of her thighs, then further down her legs. She'd been well and thoroughly bred. The stubborn evidence of his dominance slowly oozed from her.

She knew that there was a very good chance she was now pregnant, a terrible truth that made her squirm internally, while paradoxically making her purr with arousal. She felt him stir within her, and his fat head slowly emerge, inch by inch, her tight sheath clinging tightly to him, as she felt his girth slowly slide out. His breath was hot on her neck, and the heat from his chest against her back was like a warm blanket. Finally, he slid completely out, the pulsing hole left behind stretched, bruised, and thoroughly fucked. She moaned, her knees going weak, and the mattress dipped as she collapsed face-first. A trail of cum hung from her pussy, and it felt thick, sticky, and hot. So incredibly hot.

Brett's heartbeat was in a dizzying panic. His wrists and ankles burned. He hadn't said a word, but had remained tethered to the chair throughout. Alicia was struggling to catch her own breath after having experienced a series of immense, earth-shattering orgasms. Yet, Brett said nothing, and silence filled the air.

Brett couldn't breathe; his chest tightened. He was angry and hurt, his ego was crushed, but his cock was hard and painfully erect. He felt confused, embarrassed, ashamed, and so, so horny. His mind raced with a million thoughts as he stared at the couple in front of him. They were both sweaty and exhausted, and there was a thick, white trail of cum leaking from his wife's pussy.

Brett didn't know what to say or think. His brain felt like it was going to explode. He wanted to yell and scream, but he couldn't find the words. He was so angry, yet so incredibly turned on by what he had witnessed. He hated Roy with a fiery passion, and he felt jealous and envious of the fact that Roy had been able to give his wife something that only he should have been able to. But he also felt excited and aroused by the fact that his wife had enjoyed herself so much.

"Get up, and go shower."

"But... the hour is almost over," Alicia said. Brett's heart sank. Had she sold herself? What price had Roy to pay to ruin a happy couple's marriage? What compelled Alicia to do this?

Roy didn't even reply, his large hand grabbed her ass hard, he squeezed, kneaded her cheek, and then smacked it, hard. Alicia jumped, and moaned. She knew the answer. Alicia rose to her feet, her knees weak, she felt light-headed, a dizziness that didn't seem to quell as she stood on her feet, her long legs shaking as she tried to steady herself.

Roy remained seated, watching her, unassuming, nonchalant, as he rolled a cigar between his lips. "Well, you better get going."

Alicia took a few tentative steps towards the bathroom, her body was covered in sweat, and her hair was damp and matted to her head. She was still naked, and the room was filled with the scent of sex. She glanced over at Brett, who was still tied to the chair, his face flushed red, and his cock was hard and straining against his pants.

Shame filled them both as they looked at each other. Brett tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. Alicia opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she turned away and walked into the bathroom. The door closed behind her with a soft click, and the shower turned on.

The sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom, but no words were spoken. The atmosphere in the room was tense and uncomfortable. Brett stared at Roy, who was still naked, sitting on the bed, smoking a cigar, and staring back at him with a smug smile on his face.

Brett's hands clenched into fists, and he wanted to scream and yell at Roy, but he didn't know what to say. He was still gagged, besides. The anger and humiliation he felt made him want to lash out and hurt Roy, but he knew that he wouldn't stand a chance against the older, larger man.

The silence was deafening as the two men stared at each other. The only sounds were the soft rustling of sheets as Roy shifted on the bed, and the gentle trickling of the shower. Brett was still furious and hurt, but his erection hadn't flagged. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air, and Brett's cock throbbed painfully in his pants.

"So, what are you going to do?" Roy asked. "You gonna take your wife home and try to pretend like this didn't happen?"

Brett looked at Roy, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched.

"I know what I would do," Roy continued, his voice calm and measured. "I'd take that little slut home and fuck her every night. And I would, if I wanted to. She'll let me too."

The words struck Brett like a knife in the chest. He wanted to deny them, but deep down, he knew that they were true. He had never seen Alicia so aroused before. And if Brett was painfully honest, watching Alicia so thoroughly pleasured, hearing her moans and cries of ecstasy had been a powerful experience for him, as well.

"Or you could stick around. I don't care. I actually don't have anything against you, Brett. I just wanted to fuck your wife, and I did. But it's up to you. If you want to leave, go right ahead. Or you can stay here and watch me fuck your wife some more. It's your choice."

Roy's words hung in the air like a heavy fog. Brett could feel the anger and humiliation welling up inside of him, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He was still gagged, after all, but even if he wasn't, he didn't know what to say.

The room was filled with silence as Roy took another puff of his cigar and waited for Brett to make up his mind. Brett felt like he was being pulled in two different directions. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Alicia had looked as she was getting fucked by Roy, the way her body had trembled, and her moans had echoed through the room. And he couldn't stop thinking about the way her eyes had rolled back in her head as she had cum over and over again.

The truth was, he was conflicted. On one hand, he wanted to take his wife home and try to forget about what had happened. He wanted to pretend that everything was okay and that they could move on from this terrible experience. But on the other hand, he wanted to stay here and watch as Roy fucked his wife again and again. 

When Alicia was done showering, Roy took her again. 

She was on all fours, bent forward, Roy's heavy cock driving itself in between her cheeks, into her ass, she bit into a pillow to muffle her screams. Her cunt still gaped and leaking, but Roy didn't care. It was clear he didn't give a shit about her well being. He was focused on his pleasure. His cock pushed deep into her ass, she was so tight, it was a struggle to push in. Her hands splayed against the white blanket, in the middle of their king-size bed, sweat running down her brow, her knuckles clenched white, Roy grabbed her tight stomach as he drove his shaft deep into her.

There were no words. No comfort. No humanity. She was grateful that he would take her ass. It wasn't comfortable in any means. Far from it. She was disgusted. Still. He had bought her body. He would claim whatever he pleased, with it, however he wished. There was no reason to protest, in her mind. This is what she was hired to do. A sick smile cracked from her face, a low cackle, she couldn't even stand how awful she had become. The agony she was in, her perversions had no boundary, no level, she felt her eyes tear, as she lost herself to her grief. She cried again and fell forward into the bed, her thin and defeated palms flat against the bed, letting go, submitting, letting Roy use her body in any manner he wished. It was too late. She couldn't even keep track of how many orgasms he gave her. They all melted together, no beginning, no end, only an intensity of rapture and a vicious abiding pain.

She stared straight ahead, jolting with each thrust, feeling her rectum stretch to accommodate Roy's girth, she felt her eyes roll back, her orgasm taking over, she moaned again.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH FUCK!"

Roy didn't say anything, he just flipped her over onto her back, and drove her deep, wanting to see her face as he defiled her. She looked beautiful to him, dark brown eyes glistened with tears, his wide body pressing her down, a crushing weight that robbed the breath from her, a position where he felt no inhibition, and she was helpless, her legs pinned to her side, her face wincing in pain, as he tore into her.

He growled deeply, the grip of his hands turning her olive skin red, deep claw marks, and fresh bruising. She had no resistance, and she didn't want any either. Her hands folded around his head, grasping his hair, pulling tightly. Their faces were close, his smell invaded her nostrils, sweat and tobacco.

There was a dull throb forming inside her, that grew as his cock tore at the flesh inside her rectum, deep thrusts, staking its claim, stretching her out. He wasn't far now, the bed creaked as they thrashed, his breathing became heavy, rapid, a ragged and a dull growl escaped his lips as a last effort of a dominant thrust, holding and pumping into her ass, deep, violent, and claiming.

Her body tensed, and relaxed, his fat load pushed its way deeper, past her walls and settling into her, the squelching, wet noise and spreading of her flesh would fill her for days. Warmth flooded her core, and she smiled. Roy had just fucked her ass and came in it with an overwhelming flood. A vicious deluge of seedy and salty river deposited itself deep in her bowels, an anguished and agonizing ejaculation, one that Alicia relished.

She arched her back as she felt it flow into her, Roy's fingers gripping her stomach, so hard, she whimpered in joy. He slowly pulled out his massive member, her abused, tight, ring let loose the cum it was containing as thick white streams sludged and flowed from her gape into the soaked sheets. Roy was silent as he slid his still-hard cock between her lips, demanding a cleaning. She obliged.

She felt the thick cum in her mouth, mixed with the taste of her own ass, the bitterness and salty thickness made her gag as she felt Roy grab her head and push her down harder on his shaft. She struggled, gagging, swallowing, Roy pushed deeper, his balls resting on her chin, her throat bulging grotesquely. She grabbed his thighs and pushed back with all her might, he let go and she coughed loudly, strings of drool and cum connecting her to his cock. He stood off the bed and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a swig as he watched her gasp for air. He sat back down on the bed, next to her, and took her face in his large hand, forcing her to turn around. He slapped her hard on the ass before mounting her again, this time from behind, grabbing her black hair, he thrust inside her pussy once more, he held her neck down with his other hand, and began to fuck her slowly, his massive body on top of hers.

Alicia lost track of how long they had been at it, all she knew is that her hour was long gone by the time Roy finished inside her once more, cumming in her pussy this time. She lay still, exhausted, covered in sweat and cum, her mind was a complete blank. Roy had really run a train on her, physically and subsequently emotionally. There was no doubt she would be sore. Roy got off the bed and looked at his watch. Their time had definitely long expired.

She was spent. Roy looked down at her, admiring his work. Her skin had a slight shine to it from the mix of sweat and his seed. Her tight little body, broken. He enjoyed leaving his mark on her. For a moment, Roy regretted that this was it. Sure, she had left something to be desired, but Alicia was still a very pretty wife of years of loyalty. And Roy enjoyed that he got what was his.

Roy took a step from the bed, sweat dripping off him. His cock hung low between his legs. That thing had been so hard, and so long, and all inside of Alicia. She couldn't believe it. It was bigger than Brett, she felt it stretch her in ways she didn't think were possible. The things this man had done to her, the things he made her do, the things she asked for…

Alicia broke a bit more inside as she heard the sound of the shower running. She rolled over onto her stomach, letting her mind wander. She thought about how she used to be, the life she lived, the goals she set. She had no goals now. All of them were shattered. All she could think of now was the feeling of a cock in her pussy, stretching her cunt, filling her womb, claiming her. Roy's cock. Brett's cock.

***

"Well, I should be going," Roy said after an excruciatingly long session of Alicia's moaning, her orgasmic cries, and his grunting. He was just done bricking inside of Alicia, rolling onto Brett's side to heave for his breath. After a moment, he stood up and walked over to the chair, undoing the bindings around his wrists, leaving the ankles for Brett to undo. "Thanks for a great time."

He picked up his clothes and started to get dressed. Alicia got up off the bed and grabbed a towel to wipe herself off. Her body was still tingling from the intense orgasm, but she felt guilty and ashamed. She knew that Brett must be feeling the same way, if not worse. Definitely worse. How long had he sat there watching them?

She turned to face him, and they locked eyes. There were so many emotions swirling in them: anger, hurt, betrayal, sadness, but there was also something else. Alicia couldn't quite place it, but it made her feel even worse.

Brett glared at her, his eyes burning with rage and betrayal. She looked away, unable to take it anymore. She had betrayed him. She had broken their vows. There was no excuse, and there was barely any reason. The need had exceeded reason. Brett had done nothing to deserve this, yet she had done it anyway. It was selfish, cruel, and heartless. And there was no going back from it.

Alicia felt horrible. But she also felt amazing. She had experienced a pleasure that she never thought was possible. And she had done it with someone who knew what he was doing. She could never expect the same from Brett, and there was no denying that Roy had been better.

Her skin was on fire from what Roy had done to her. And from him cumming inside of her. It wasn't on purpose, but Alicia was familiar with this burning sensation. She knew this feeling. She could feel her body crave, like she did with Brett, the need to ingest, to become, to form a union with their seed. Alicia wanted this, she wanted Roy to be successful, to plant his seed and watch it grow. She knew how wrong it was, but it was still true. Consequences she'd take care of later…

Roy smirked as he buttoned up his pants. He was enjoying seeing the married couple in such a state of turmoil. It was all due to his prowess, which gave him a confirming a swell to his ego. He looked at Brett, who was still tied to the chair.

"Thanks for the hospitality, but I'm afraid I have to go," Roy said. "I think you two have some things to talk about anyway."

Alicia didn't respond, and Roy walked out the door. Alicia felt like she was going to throw up. She had just let another man fuck her right in front of her husband.

In a frenzy, she hurried to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and remained there. Brett wanted to be the concerned and attentive husband, but he was angry and hurt, and just sat there in silence.

Alicia felt numb and broken. She had betrayed her husband, and now she had to live with the consequences. She knew that Brett was angry and hurt, and she couldn't blame him. She felt a deep shame and guilt for what she had done. She had let another man fuck her right in front of Brett, and she had enjoyed it. It was wrong, and she knew it, but she had still done it. And she wasn't sure if she could ever make it right.

Roy, on the other hand, was quite impressed by his own breakage of this once-happy couple. It had been a long time since he had had such an enjoyable experience. It wasn't, perhaps, outright joy he got from breaking the couple, but rather a sense of primal accomplishment. He had fucked a woman in front of her husband, and had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Now, he had left them to sort out their problems on their own, with a nice gift inside of Alicia.

He had simply taken what Roy deserved. It was his right. Brett could pretend to have dominion and control, but Roy proved that it was his right to claim. Alicia knew it to, most likely, that this was biology, an animalistic instinct. She was his now. Roy's claim would remain in her forever, a lasting impression, he could easily see himself fucking her again if he wanted. And he was sure that Alicia would let him, she belonged to him now, in mind, body, and soul. He'd done what he wanted and gotten what he wanted.

Roy smiled to himself as he walked down the hallway, knowing that he had caused a lot of damage. He mused how much he had ejaculated during his conquest, how potent and virile he had been. This could have been a momentous event for Alicia; he was certain of it. He'd made sure not to use any condoms or pull out. He'd kept it all in. He'd shot it all directly into her as deeply as he was able to. The thought made him smirk, how it could affect their marriage. And his own role in it.

As much as the two needed to talk, neither of them could find the effort to find the right words, the right questions, and even less, the right answers. But they both knew that something had changed between them forever, and it couldn't be undone. They had both betrayed each other, and there was no going back from that.

Eventually, after a lot of silent stewing and mulling, and another shower for Alicia, the two of them fell into an uneasy sleep, exhausted, confused, and full of emotions that they couldn't put into words. They slept in the same bed, but on opposite sides, both alone with their thoughts. They would deal with the fallout later. Right now, they needed time to process what had happened. And what it meant for their relationship.

The next few days passed in a blur of awkward conversations, silent meals, and stilted attempts at intimacy. The two of them tried to talk about what had happened, but it was hard to even begin to talk about such a painful subject. There were so many things that they needed to talk about, but neither of them knew where to start.

Brett had perhaps initially thought there was a way for her to come back, that this was a wound that they could mend with time, that understanding and counseling could bring them almost at peace with this incident. That was until Brett heard the screaming and banging from his cabin as he stood outside his door a few days later.

Brett opened the door to his cabin, only to see Roy pinning Alicia to the wall, his huge hips ramming into her like a jackhammer. He was fucking her savagely, and Alicia was spasming violently, her eyes rolling back into her head, and a moment later she let out a sound midway between a raspy moan and a cry.

Instead of lingering around, Brett went for another walk. Embaressed, annoyed, and hopeless, but also so nobody would pass by and see his boner and think he was some sort of creep. Or worse, that they would realize the truth of what they were witnessing.

Brett returned half an hour later. He was torn still, but now, whether he hoped that they were done or not. As he creaked open the door, the stench and the lack of curses and groans told him that they were.

"How was that?" Roy muttered, the sound of blankets shuffling against his bare body could be heard, along with the low creak and shudder of the mattress beneath them.

"Mmm, great," Alicia hummed softly, content, her hand running softly on Roy's chest, an intimacy, the wrong kind, and in front of the innocent and deceived husband. "I loved it that's the fucking problem."

She cuddled her body with Roy's as they rested on the large bed, covered in a sheen of sweat. Brett could feel the smell of their sex on the air. It was suffocating and all-encompassing. It hung heavy and thick. He looked away. His eyes fell upon his poor wife's clothes, strewn haphazardly across the room. Brett felt anger bubbling up inside him. Roy and Alicia continued to lay on the bed. The soft shuffle of limbs as Roy repositioned himself.

"Yeah?" Roy said smugly. Some shuffling. Brett remained hidden, too ashamed to let his presence be known.

"Oh, God, you're terrible! You did that on purpose," Alicia groaned, and some wet squelching emanated from the bed. Roy growled quietly, a sound that made Brett cringe, made him so furious, made him sick.

Alicia giggled quietly, a light sound that had once been something he loved to hear. It filled the cabin. Her hand ran across Roy's chest, her fingernails gently raking along his skin.

"This pussy is all mine. And your ass. Your mouth. You gave it all up for me, didn't you?" Roy asked smugly.

"It's yours, aren't I clear enough?" she moaned softly, "You didn't pay me for our last round. You didn't have to."

Brett heard as Alicia kissed Roy softly. A small peck on the lips. An intimate gesture that should have been reserved for only him. The sheets rustled as they got more comfortable and both of them let out a contented sigh.

"Good girl, you're my little slut," Roy chuckled.

"Mm, I'm your little slut," Alicia purred softly. Roy grunted quietly before the rhythmic thudding of the bed frame started up once more.

Brett turned to leave; he couldn't bear to watch this anymore. As he went to close the door behind him, he heard Alicia's moans begin anew. He shut the door with a soft click and made his way back down the hallway.

Would there ever be forgiveness? Would there be any way to reconcile this? Brett was beginning to think that maybe there wasn't. He couldn't bear to watch his wife give herself over to another man. But he couldn't stand the thought of losing her either. He loved her. He always would. She was everything to him. But she had given herself to Roy, and there was nothing that could change that. She had taken all of their lives together, thrown it all away just to be another lay for this vulture.

Could Brett live with himself should he forgive her for this? Would he bear the consequences?

***

Roy was enjoying his beach house, having just fucked senseless an impressionable college woman, sending her on her way with another of Roy's gifts. He was generous in that regard. Nothing enjoyed him so immensely as a good old-fashioned conquest. The pleasure of knowing he had taken something that belonged to another man. A wife. A fiancé. Even a girlfriend. It was all the same to him.

It wasn't about the money. Roy had plenty of money. And it certainly wasn't about the sex. Sure, that was nice, but it was never the main event for him. No, it was about the power. It was about knowing that he had taken something that didn't belong to him, and made it his own. It was about knowing that he could take whatever he wanted, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

He thought about Alicia. He had trouble forgetting about her, his fragile little tan fuckdoll, and how much he had enjoyed asserting his dominance of her, showing just how easily he could alter her life, and that was in fact his right to do so. It had been two months since Roy had ruined Alicia and Brett's little marriage. If it were a truly permanent destruction, he had no idea. He didn't really care.

Brett came to mind. Poor Brett, who had witnessed it all, and remained so powerless. And now Brett and Alicia were struggling to make things right, after he'd taken everything from them both, and given them nothing. Except a heap of money and a warm, virile souvenir for them to take home from their vacation.

And lo and behold, Alicia had sent him a text message.

'Looks like you're going to be father...again. I...I need to see you badly.' Roy was, for the first time in years, gleeful, confirmation of his victory, dominance, pure and true. His superiority, his prowess, and the rule of nature are undeniable. He chuckled as he texted her back.

'couldn't friggin resist could u?'

'No, I'm addicted...'

'cucky gonna join?'

'I don't know about that...'

'meet me at my place, u play your cards right I'll let you be my personal fuckdoll, till I'm thru with u.'

Roy waited, and wasn't shocked at all when Alicia showed up a day later, sans wedding ring, olive skin glowing, breasts immensely swollen under an azure blue peasant dress.

"Hehe, my seed did wonders for your friggin tits."

She was shy, ashamed, but at the same time, could not deny the possession within her, her being utterly claimed, cockdrunk and fully broken her timidity ceased as on the porch she dropped to her knees, freed Roy's monster and sucked him completely dry. As soon as she stepped inside, entering a new world, a new life, free from the burdens she once carried the door closing behind her, ushering in her new life as a slave for Roy.