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Gentle Ravaging, by Jezebel Rose

I gulped. An unconscious breath was held as I scrolled through the video feed. Hundreds of videos, each displaying women in a variety of dirty poses flew by as my clammy fingers kept going.

Then I saw it. Finally, something of interest.

It was the typical scenario. Some bald douchebag ignoring his completely bombshell of a wife. She’s in the kitchen, glaring at his back, when a robber comes in the house. The woman gasps as he grabs her by the throat and starts to touch her.

I growled to myself lowly, impatiently tapping on the mouse. These slow parts always irritate me.

But it finally started getting good. The husband notices and tries to step in, but the assailant ties him up against the wall. Then he forces the man to watch as he fucks his wife senselessly.

I bit my lip and began pulling in my cock, watching with intense concentration as the scene played out.

My hand moved faster, breath getting heavier as the woman was pulled into all sorts of positions. Her husband watched, obviously weak against the attacker and unable to put a halt to the scene. I knew, though. He secretly loved it. Watching his wife get ravaged and fucked until her makeup ran and her skin was covered in bruises.

For a quick moment, my mind pictured the woman with blonde hair…

“Oh, shit…” I moaned, getting close to the edge.

The light suddenly blinked on, illuminating the entire room.

A gasp of shock and embarrassment. “What are you doing?!”

Brenda sat on the edge of the bed, chewing her bottom lip as her arms wrapped unconsciously around her chest. The red color hadn’t quite left her cheeks since she just caught me in the other room doing private things that were intended to be kept private.

It was more of what I was watching that was the shock. She didn’t get a good glimpse of the video but the title had burned into the backs of her eyes: “Lisa Kay’s Husband Gets Cucked During a Break-In”.

She blew air out slowly through her nose. Okay then… “So…” she started. “I’m sorry for…interrupting you.”

The bed shook slightly as my leg jittered nervously. Still half hard from the stopped orgasm but too on-edge to try anything else right now, I was at a loss for words. My eyes just closed while my stomach churned shamefully.

“I didn’t…realize you were into that.”

I scoffed, but otherwise remained silent.

Brenda’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that for?”

I licked my lips, staring straight at the wall. “You knew already.”

“When the hell did you tell me that?”

“I told you I was interested in doing stuff with other people-“

“I thought you were talking about a threesome! Not watching me get fucked by someone else!”

“Is it really that weird of a thing to want? I mean…” I stopped, feeling my face grow more red as I looked at her. “I know that it’s been a minute since you…enjoyed being with me. Maybe it would help?”

Brenda took her eyes away from me, not sure what to say. Thoughts rushed through her mind as a tired, nervous hand brushed her hair aside absentmindedly.

Did she want to be with someone else? Maybe. But trying to have a threesome or whatever the hell I wanted didn’t feel like a fix for their relationship. It felt…wrong. And even harder knowing that when they have had sex – as sparingly as it was – she hardly felt satisfied after.

“Look,” I said, moving to my feet as I reached for her hands. “If you don’t like it, we can stop. I’ll even pick the person if that helps.”

Finally, he heard her answer quietly: “Alright.”

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“What do you want?” Vince, the guy that lives in the apartment directly across from us, spat. He was crossing his arms and leaning his short frame against the wall.

I swallowed, trying my best to push the wave of nausea creeping up my throat back down. “I have something I need your help with.”

The cocky bastard laughed, throwing back his head of black hair dramatically as I looked on with growing irritation. “What makes you think I would ever want to help you?”

In truth, I was prepared for that reaction. But my next words proved my plan wouldn’t fail: “I mean, unless you want to prove I’m better than you at something, I’ll leave you alone. I just thought I’d give you a sporting chance,” I mocked with false confidence, watching my words sink in.

Vince’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Got him. “How would you like to prove I’m less the man I actually am?”

“That’s not difficult,” he egged back. “But go on.”

I crossed my arms as my pulse began to race. “Have you ever heard of cucking?” The stoic expression I received in return was enough of an answer. “There’s an act a man can do against another to prove he’s more dominant than him. I would be forced to watch you embarrass me the entire time, ingraining it in my memory.” Not quite the truth, but that would work for now.

“Interesting. And what would that be?”

“You would have to fuck Brenda in front of me.”

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He had never been one for one-night stands. The one time he’d engaged in anything like that, it was…okay. He wouldn’t have explored the option if college buddies haven’t shoved a whore into his room before locking the door. But she was too frightened, too weary. And though he enjoyed seeing others at his feet, Vince could not bring himself to do it with someone clearly unwilling.

My girlfriend, however, was willing. At least as willing as she could be under the circumstances. Brenda seemed willing to do anything to make our relationship work.

As promised, I brought Brenda to his room that evening.

Now, I sat in the corner. Vince told himself he wouldn’t look my direction at all.

Brenda was sitting on his bed. A thin, white gown covered her body. His feet moved towards her as his black eyes looked over her frame. The closer he got, the further she seemed to move away…until suddenly he was on top of her on the clean sheets.

He sniffed, moving close to the side of her neck, hovering there. Brenda’s breath hitched but she stayed still, a look of quiet observation blanketing her features.

“Anything I want to, right?” Vince reconfirmed, speaking to me. He heard a voice clear its throat before affirming.

“Do you have any objections?” he asked softer, looking over her face. Those big, round eyes looked up at him. Her shoulders tensed with resolve, though he could acutely feel her racing, nervous heart rate through her skin. A subtle shake of the head, bouncing her curls gently, was all he received. His eyes roamed over her face, looking for any signs of hesitation as he continued, “Just say the word and we stop.”

Without taking his eyes from her, Vince sat up on his knees to remove his clothes. He could feel everyone’s eyes watching his movements, but he did his best to focus on just Brenda.

In one swift motion, he tore through the thin fabric of her nightgown and exposed her bare skin to the room. A soft gasp was the only reaction she gave, though he could sense somewhere near his feet there was some movement from her.

That scent, that wave of pure feminine energy washed over his senses as he roamed her body. Her chest heaved in quick pants, making her breasts bounce slightly. Each had a pebbled, darkened nipple in the center surrounded by tiny bumps. The skin there, along with the rest of her body compared to his, looked soft.

Those typically pale cheeks reddened as he openly assessed her naked body. It was a pleasant sight, seeing that red wash across her face and down to the tops of her supple breasts.

A slight movement from beneath him.

Those black eyes looked further down.

Her thighs – which looked equally as soft – were tightly squeezed together.

A calloused palm came up to cup her neck. It squeezed slightly, not enough to hurt but to send a message.

She gasped. Those blonde curls leaned back, that face turning to the side in quiet submission.

That scent from between her thighs grew even stronger. His pointed nose skimmed the skin of her neck – listening to her soft heartbeat and watching as her pulse subtly beat through the veins there – and along her collarbone. When those breasts came to eye level, the scent intensified slightly. Those thighs – which were surprisingly thick despite her petite frame – rubbed together.

“You don’t have to do foreplay or anything,” she said softly, her throat vibrating under the palm still clasped there. A pink blush spread across her cheeks. “All you had to do was…talk to me.” Her voice fell to a whisper. That face turned away from the corner where he sat watching.

Vince’s eyes narrowed as he gathered his thoughts.

Then, she stated that all he had to do was talk to her in order to be ‘ready’.

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