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You finally relented.

She found it the ultimate thrill to watch you drop to your knees, and take him inch by inch, breath cut off as he forced himself deeper. You put in a show just for her, seeing her watching and relishing every second. You were getting her off you imagined. Bringing her pleasure in the only way you could. And she was getting off, shouting encouragement and urging you to bend over, to let him take you with the tool you'd brought to eager, fierce, brutal life.

She guided you to the bed, whispered sweet words and caressed your bslls as she raised your ass into the air. You felt her bind your hands to the legs of the bed and his powerful grip forced you deeper into the bed as he pierced your body in one smooth motion tearing a scream from you as your wife, voice changed... eager, demanding, cruel, even vicious shouted at him to take you. Break you destroy you. And as he slapped your ass she laughed. Laughed and fingered herself closer and closer to climax.

Through your screams, fading to whimpers you knew the truth. You aren't getting her there. His brutal domination of you, that's what got her off. Watching him debase you, hurt you, take your gift to her, your sacrifice and devour it in front of her. You were the gift. To him. Her god. She wanted you demolished for her pleasure, you and your marriage.

Because she always knew the moment he took you he would extinguish the very last ember of love her heart had held for you. Now you were just a thing. To be used, gifted, consumed, broken, disposed of.