Julia, that’s the name of my whore of a wife just in case you forgot, is sprawled across the bed with her body being tangled with those of two young and healthy studs and their absurdly large rods. They move with a practiced rhythm as their muscles strae while they pleasure her from both ends. Her screams of ecstasy fill the room, serving as a symphony of betrayal and humiliation to me. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex while the sheets are soaked in the evidence of her infidelity.
I stand frozen in the doorway with my eyes locked on the scene before me. Julia glances over and a mocking leer spreads across her face. It’s a look that says everything: disdain, superiority, and a twisted sense of satisfaction at my impotence. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down. Her eyes bore into mine as she lets out another cry of pleasure just as her body arches beneath that of her boytoys.
For a moment, I consider shouting, raging, throwing the studs off her and reclaiming what’s rightfully mine...
But I know better.
We’ve been through this dance one too many times. She’s made her choice, and it doesn’t include me. I am nothing more than an inconvenience, a relic of a marriage that spiritually ended long ago.
"Are you going to stay and watch, Jonathan? Take a seat on the couch; there’s a wine bottle somewhere nearby too. Though, I’m a bit occupied right now so we might not be able to clink our glasses, unfortunately." Julia calls out amidst the rhythmic pangs of the bed frame against the wall. Her voice is full of mockery, each word of hers is aimed to into my pride.
I grumble under my breath, but I oblige by sinking into the worn leather of the couch. I pour myself a glass.
The scene before me unfolds like a twisted theater production, my wife is sprawled out beneath the relentless thrusts of her sturdy slave boys. Each moan, each gasp, echoes through the room while bouncing off the walls and slicing through the silence and my heart like a blade. I watch with a pained expression as the muscles in my jaw are clenching and unclenching as if to hold back some unspoken cry.
A knock on the door interrupts the spectacle, a reprieve, however brief, from the sounds of betrayal. "Come in!" I bark, not bothering to rise from my seat.
The butler enters and leads Marla by a leash. She stands before me while being buck naked. Her eyes are hollow, expressionless. The spark of defiance I once sighted are now completely snuffed out. She remains there frozen like broken doll on display.
With a heavy sigh, I push myself up from the couch and take hold of her leash, after which I pull her forward. She stumbles for a moment but follows. I guide her to where I sit, forcing her to her knees before me. She kneels obediently with her head bowed as she waits for my first command.
"Start licking." I know she won’t refuse; she’s way beyond resistance now.
As she begins with her tongue tracing a path along my shaft with mechanical precision, I lean back into the couch and find my gaze drifting back to Julia. The two studs continue their work while being oblivious or perhaps indifferent to my presence. They are not my property, after all. I would’ve long since made them into eunuchs otherwise.
Marla works silently. Her movements are slow and painstakingly lifeless. ’So fucking horrible...’ I think inwardly. At least Julia’s toys are having the time of their lives by the look of things, while this woman just wants to cease existing.
Her touch is passable at best, but there’s no passion, no fire. Just a clumsy rote execution of a task she’s been trained to perform. I stare into the glass of wine with heavy eyes.
"Really, Jonathan? You have to bring her in here?" Julia snaps with her voice cutting through the air like a whip. Her eyes flash with annoyance, though she tries to maintain her veneer of superiority.
I shrug with indifference. "Why not? You’re clearly enjoying yourself. Besides, I thought you’d appreciate the company."
Julia sneers before arching her back to emphasize her words as she replies, "Company? I prefer capable partners who know what they’re doing." She lets out an exaggerated moan, clearly to aggravate me.
"Ah, I see... And how’s that working out for you? A single cock can no longer satisfy your gaping holes, huh? Maybe you should just move on to doing it with orcs." I nod towards the stud currently thrusting behind her and she glares at me with eyes full of hatred.
"I don’t need lessons from someone who couldn’t satisfy a corpse!" she retorts as her lips curl in disdain.
I let out a low chuckle, pretending that her insults don’t sting. "Oh, Julia. You’ve always had such a way with words. The poor boy in front of you is about to go limp since you keep running your foul mouth, why don’t you stuff it finally?"
"Maybe I will. I bet I’m much better at it than the toy between your legs."
Sadly, she is exactly right. A fish would give better head than Marla at this point. Naturally, I won’t admit that though.
The studs exchange confused glances as they are momentarily distracted by our verbal sparring. They should really start getting used to this by now. Or are they new ones? I don’t keep count nor memorize their faces.
Julia lets out a frustrated growl and her facade slips for just a moment. "I hope she’s worth it, Jonathan. If you think I care about what you do with your broken toys, you’re sorely mistaken."
I smirk, "Oh, I’m sure you don’t care at all, Julia, that’s why you are bitching right now."
Our eyes lock in a silent battle, each trying to outdo the other in this mock contest of wills. Despite our mutual loathing, there’s an odd satisfaction in this back-and-forth.