Fuck your wife and make your asshole son watch

My head throbbed like a drumline gone rogue, mouth dry and cottony.

"God, please make it stop," I groaned, holding on to my aching head, then flinching at the soreness between my thighs.

It was the kind of hangover that made me swear off alcohol forever, until the next time. I squeezed my eyes shut, burrowing deeper into the pillow, willing myself back to sleep.

It had to be a dream. All of it. The restaurant. Derek’s tongue on my mouth and then him eating my pussy in public. His cock splitting me open while Jason begged on the phone. Passing out from getting fucked too hard in front of my ex… by his father. Derek himself had to be fucking fiction.

That was right. He was just my way of consoling myself after I walked in on Jason cheating. No way that was real life.

In my whirlwind of panic and heartbreak, I moved too quickly to try and sit up. The ache between my legs sharpened, humbling me into staying down. That was very real. Deep, delicious soreness that pulsed every time I shifted.

That wasn't the only thing keeping me down though. The arm around my waist was heavy and possessive. Big fingers were splayed across the soft roll of my belly like they belonged there.

Fuck. My heart jumped into my throat, beating rapidly. Sweat trickled down my brow.

So. Not. Fiction. My sexy hunk of a husband was completely real. For a sliver of a second, the joy a new bride should feel coursed through me. For just a beat, my marriage was a normal one. Then reality came crashing down on me and I wanted to cry my eyes out.

What the fuck did I do? Last night was by far the most reckless thing I had ever done.

No, evidently they wasn't the case, because I married my fucking boyfriend's father and let him fuck my virginity away.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Vaulted, gilded, definitely not the plain white one in the apartment I shared with Jason.

Silk sheets slid off my bare skin as I tried to ease away from the warm wall of muscle behind me. Derek’s breath stirred the curls at my neck, steady and calm, like he hadn’t just turned my entire world upside down last night.

Who the fuck was he anyway? What sane person married someone they just met, then proceeded to look for them for a year?

"Divorce. He must have been drunk when we got married. He probably just wants a quickie divorce. This is fine. Everything is okay," I tried to calm myself, then the flashes hit me hard and fast.

My denial faded quickly. My husband had no intention to divorce me, judging by the way he fucked me. God, his big dick stretched my pussy so much I was afraid skin would tear.

—flashback to last night—

There I was, legs spread wide in the air on the table, Derek’s thick cock driving into me so deep I saw stars.

"Derek. Derek. Fucking devil, HAVE MERCY. Damn it, that's good," I screamed, huffing and gasping, my moans echoing off the walls of the restaurant.

Then the double doors crashed open for a second time.

"Tim, Tom. Fireman dude, please. Oh God. Oh Oh Ooohhhh," I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut, while Derek's thrusts rocked into my body. "Fuck you feel amazing," I sighed, the build up of another orgasm forcing bliss onto me, moments before I screamed blue murder. "Fuuuuuuccccckkkk."

"Didn't I tell you your husband's name is fucking Derek? Say another man's name one more time and your ass won't remain cherry much longer, gorgeous wife," a seething Derek threatened, raising his voice to be heard above my screams. "Take that fucking dick, Pearl. Give my son a show," Derek said, somehow speeding up yet again despite my pussy walls closing in on his dick. "Fucking good pussy."

"J-Jason?" I cried out, despite my husband's warning, looking around in alarm even though the room was spinning, until my eyes settled on my boyfriend's face.

I gaped, watching Jason Nelson, the quarterback drop to his knees beside us, face crumpled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"How long h-have, oh fuck. Damn it Derek, your son is watching." I cried out, finding the strength to raise my aching, quaking body.

Guilt coursed through me. Yes, Jason cheated on me with a hooker and treated me like dirt, but this was too far. We had to stop.

"That's the point, wife. My son needs reminding that he lost you in a poker game. He bet my fucking sexy wife's virginity in a poker game, Pearl," Derek seethed, making me yelp by slamming his mouth down onto mine, his dick still fucking into me as we kissed.

Yes, I let his tongue into my mouth and yes I fucking kissed him back, because damn it, his son was awful. The man I loved didn't exist. I made him up. The shitty excuse for a boyfriend I had—

“Pearly, baby, stop,” Jason choked out, reaching for my hand while Derek kept pounding into me, relentless, hips snapping against mine. “I love you. I swear I do. I was an idiot. I never should have made the bet. Your virginity was mine to take. I’ll fuck you every night, worship you. Please, just come home.”

"Fuck you. You're just saying this so daddy will continue to pay your credit card bill. My virginity, Jay? My fucking virginity? He might as well keep fucking me now," I ranted at Jason, ignoring my body's need for oxygen, then turning on the man pumping air out of my body. "Do it. Rail my pussy hard. Fuck your wife and make your asshole son watch," I had said, not caring how this ended, too blind with rage and a need for vengeance to care.

Derek laughed, dark and filthy, gripping my thighs and spreading them wider, angling to get his dick deeper into my pussy.

"Derek. Fucking yes," I sobbed his name, genuine tears running down my cheeks.

Whether it was from the knowledge that Jason never cared or just the sheer pain of being ripped in half repeatedly by Derek's monster dick, I didn't know. Maybe it was both. Either way, I wasn't asking Derek to stop. Jason's eyes were glued to my pussy being pounded by his dad's big dick. Frankly, so were mine. The visual was blurry, but terrifying. His dick sawing in and out of me looked wrong. Like his massive dong shouldn't be able to fit inside me and yet somehow did. I was petrified my pussy would never be the same again.

"Don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. God, I've waited so long to be used. Don't hold back," I begged, alternating between Jason, still crying his eyes out on his knees and Derek, the man making me his anew.

“Watch closely, son. This is how you fuck a woman until she forgets you exist. Feel that, angel? That’s what tight, untouched pussy does when a real man finally claims it. You get to experience this dya and night for the rest of our lives," Derek said, grabbing onto my jaw, his hold on me almost as painful as his dick fucking me deeply. "Fucking look at me while I fuck you," he demanded.

Jason’s voice had cracked. “Dad, please. She’s mine. I’ll change. I’ll marry her tomorrow. Pearly, it's not about the money, honest. Look at me. Tell him no. You want to be my wife, don't you?" he asked desperately.

But I couldn’t. Not when Derek’s cock was dragging over every sensitive spot inside me, stretching me, owning me. I moaned while my husband forced me to stare him straight in the eye. His possessiveness. His hunger. The cardinal need. The dick inside me, unwilling to relent. Fuck, I felt more than just desired or seen. Derek didn't know shit about me, and yet, in that moment, he was all I wanted. A man who made me feel like a woman was all I ever wanted.

"Fuck. YOU. Watch until the end, Jay. Like you made me watch you fuck an Asian whore. Then, if you still want your father's seconds, we can talk," I spat back at Jason, so turned on, drunk and pissed off I was spitting out mean shit I never would have had the courage to say otherwise.

"Coming. Coming, Derek. I'm coming again," I moaned, barely able to breathe as Derek ploughed into me.

"Kiss me again. Then get on your knees and suck my dick. Your husband missed your lips around his cock, Pearl," Derek said, his tone almost gentle.

A hot blush creeped up my neck at being praised by him, while the table shook harder beneath us as my big body trembled.

"You want Plush Pearl, Jay? Will you keep fucking me when my thighs, tummy and big tits tremble in your face?" I taunted him, unapologetic about my body for the first time in my life.