"No… no… no!"
Jimmy sat frozen in the other room, his breath shallow, his fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms.
His wide eyes were glued to the screen before him, unable—unwilling—to believe what he was seeing.
Rachel. His wife.
She was losing herself—giving in completely, surrendering to Ross in ways Jimmy had never seen before.
The sounds spilling from her lips, the way her back arched, the way her hands clawed desperately at Ross’s arms—it was unfamiliar. Raw. Animalistic.
She had never sounded like that with him.
His mind rebelled against the truth playing out before him, but his eyes refused to look away.
Rachel’s body shuddered violently, her mouth falling open as another shameless, uncontrollable cry escaped her lips.
Her legs trembled, her thighs tightening around Ross’s hips as she came hard—harder than Jimmy had ever seen.
His chest constricted painfully.
But it wasn’t over.
Ross wasn’t done with her.
As soon as her body slumped against his, Ross’s strong hands gripped her hips and kept going.
He thrust up from beneath her, fucking her relentlessly, pulling her into yet another earth-shattering orgasm before she even had time to recover.
Rachel’s voice cracked, her body jolting in overstimulation.
Yet she didn’t resist.
She let him take her, let him use her, let him make her feel things that Jimmy—her husband—had never been able to.
Jimmy’s breath came out in shallow, uneven gasps.
Why?
Why wasn’t she stopping him? Why wasn’t she telling him it was too much? Why was she moaning like that—like a woman who never wanted it to end?
And then—it got worse.
Ross leaned forward, his mouth latching onto her pink, swollen nipples, sucking greedily.
Rachel’s fingers buried themselves in his hair, holding him there as if she couldn’t bear to be separated from him for even a moment.
And still—he kept fucking her.
Their bodies moved together, perfectly in sync. Her hips bounced atop his cock, taking him deeper and deeper, her slickness coating him.
The lewd, wet sounds of their union filled the room, each thrust more obscene than the last.
Jimmy’s stomach twisted in knots.
Ross’s cock—thick, long, unforgiving—was glistening with Rachel’s juices, evidence of just how much she wanted this. Even his balls were slick, dripping with the aftermath of her release.
Jimmy gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached.
And then—
"Bang!"
His body jolted, realizing too late that he had slammed his fist against the desk.
His breathing was ragged, his vision blurred with rage, devastation, jealousy, humiliation.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He shot up from his chair, storming toward the door with heavy, determined steps. His hands found the knob, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white.
His body trembled—not just with fury, but with the sheer, crushing weight of betrayal.
All he had to do was turn the knob.
Burst in.
Stop this madness.
But—he froze.
His entire body locked up, his fingers hovering over the knob but unable to twist it.
What am I doing?
If he did this—if he barged in now—everything would be ruined. The operation they had planned, the reason they were here in the first place…
And worst of all—
Rachel’s sacrifice.
The words felt bitter in his mind.
Her sacrifice.
Was that what this was? Was that what he had to tell himself to make sense of it all?
Jimmy let out a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut.
He had no choice.
With every ounce of willpower he had left, he stepped back.
He turned, retreating into the dim glow of his spy room, his body sagging as he slumped back into his chair.
The screen was still playing.
Rachel’s moans still echoed through the speakers, each one a dagger to his chest.
"Ahhhhh…"
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ughhhh…"
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Jimmy felt his pulse hammer in his throat as he watched Ross thrust into her, deeper, harder.
His wife—his Rachel—was moaning like a bitch in heat.
And the worst part?
It wasn’t fake.
He could see it in her eyes, in the way her body responded, in the way she took him so eagerly.
Jimmy swallowed hard.
His eyes fell to Ross’s cock, still buried deep inside her.
Bigger. Thicker. Longer.
The words echoed in his mind, taunting him, fueling his anger. Ross’s size, his stamina, the way he made Rachel fall apart beneath him—it was everything Jimmy wasn’t.
Something ugly stirred in his chest.
Rage.
Jealousy.
Envy.
And worst of all…
A sick, unbearable fury at himself.
At his inability to stop this.
At the fact that Rachel wasn’t pushing Ross away.
She was pulling him in.
And no matter what he did now—nothing would change that.
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Jimmy forced himself to keep watching, his breath uneven, his body locked in place. His mind screamed at him to look away, to shut off the screen, to pretend none of this was happening.
But he couldn’t.
He had to see.
"Fuck!"
Rachel’s voice rang out—sweet, desperate, utterly depraved. Her moan was thick with pleasure, the kind Jimmy had never drawn out of her before.
The kind that made his chest tighten with something dark, something unbearable.
Ross was relentless. He was unstoppable and was more than able to satisfy any woman in his arms.
Still beneath her, his powerful hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as she rode him with reckless abandon. It was like her body was weightless, suspended in pure, overwhelming ecstasy.
Her head tilted back, her mouth parted as she gasped, moaned, cried out.
Jimmy’s fingers curled into fists.
Ross’s lips never left her. His mouth latched onto her stiff, pink nipples, sucking and teasing them with his tongue, biting just enough to make her whimper. Worshipping her. Owning her.
Giving her something Jimmy never had.
She was letting him and it hurt Jimmy so bad. He reminded himself that he was a professional. This was only work and nothing personal.
Still he could not get over the fact of what he was seeing.
Rachel likes what Ross was doing to her.
Rachel clung to Ross’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin, her hips moving on their own. Desperate. Greedy. Needy.