You could hear it clearly, the erotic sound of two naked bodies slapping together in desire. Her moans were becoming more needful, more urgent with every collision. It was both incredible and horrifying to listen too. Your penis stiffened as your head spun in aroused confusion, unable to believe that this was finally happening. This wasn't some wild fantasy or drunken night; it was real, your waifu was being taken by another man, and it was because you had made it happen. That thought alone almost brought you to orgasm right there, but you held yourself back just enough to keep from embarrassing yourself completely. The sounds of their lovemaking continued, for a long time you tried to imagine the faces she was making as he thrust in and out of her. You were stroking your cock on the outside of your pants when suddenly they stopped. There was silence for only a few seconds, an exchange of whispers, the soft shuffle of bare feet across the carpet before the door opened. She appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but her sheer stockings, and smiled, suddenly shy and self-conscious. She beckoned you over with a finger. "Come here," she whispered softly. As if hypnotized, you rose to your feet and crossed the small space between you and her. She grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room. She closed the door behind you, and turned around to face you with those big blue eyes, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "You wanted to watch, right?" she asks, but you both already know the answer. There is no turning back now, you're going to watch your waifu, the love of your life, have sex with another man.
Chapter 1 - A Night Of Passion And Pleasure...
The door swung open, and the man who entered the room was breathtakingly handsome. He was tall, well built, and his black hair fell down past his shoulders. His dark brown skin glistened with sweat, and his muscles rippled beneath his smooth, tanned skin. When he moved, you could see how much taller than your waifu he was. She looked up at him adoringly, and reached out to run her fingers through his thick hair. You couldn't help but notice how she never took her eyes off his body, or the way her hands moved so slowly over his chest, tracing his pecs and abs, her nails gently scratching against his skin. For a moment you were distracted by the sight of them together, the contrast between her pale white skin and his darker complexion, but then you heard her whisper something to him, and the whole world shifted back into focus.