When she finally accepted her defeat, the tension left her body and she went limp, curling up small. She looked every bit the little fuck doll as Rocco leaned over her back and fought to press the last inch of his cock into her overstuffed pussy.
“CUM INSIDE ME! Make me your filthy whore!”
Wild cheering broke out across the parking lot.
With a bellow that sounded more like a bull than a man, Rocco shot a load of hot cum into my wife’s unprotected uterus. He kept his fat cock crammed inside her, conjoining with Cindy’s most intimate parts like one LEGO brick lodged inside another. I burned with shame knowing millions of Rocco’s sperm were swimming forth in search of one of my wife’s innocent eggs. Of course, Cindy is on the pill, so I presume that I didn’t just watch her conceive a half-sibling for Sam, but knowing that another man was actively trying to put his bastard in her turned up the dials on my paranoia until the knobs fell off.
My own orgasm had just begun when disaster struck. The MasterBettor app went momentarily dark and when the live feed returned, it was coming from a different camera. Rocco and Cindy were no longer on screen. I couldn’t make out anything; the footage was dark and shaky. Confusion overtook me as I tried in vain to understand what I was watching. Then it hit me. This was my body camera. I was the one livestreaming.
I rushed madly to zip up my fly, but by then it was too late. The entire world just saw my O-face as my dick pulsed in my pants, a ruined orgasm darkening the crotch with a cum stain. The entire sorry display was broadcast live online for anyone to see — like Bob, Bridget, Madison, Matt and Todd and all the other parents of Sam’s teammates who were over there with them, laughing ghoulishly.
Panic set in. Even as I ran away, my body camera was still streaming video on the app. For all I knew, they were all still watching and laughing as I ran scared into the night with a wet spot in the front of my pants. Frantically, I pulled off my shirt and wrapped it around the camera lens as I sprinted to my Subaru. My feet were flying. As I approached the car, cramping and breathless, I cringed at the sight of my own bumper stickers. “Wag more, bark less,” my fucking ass. I jumped into the driver’s seat, ready to tear out of the parking lot like I was in Death Race again, preferably with a few of those happy assholes on the hood. I’ll visualize whirled peas while I run ’em down.
But I had a decision to make. Do I wait for my wife? Or leave her fake tits and cheating ass in a cloud of dust?
I turned on the radio for inspiration, flipping through the stations, most of which were playing ads, until finally I recognized a funky number from the new Despicable Me movie we took Sam to a few weeks ago.
“Hey, what are you hiding?
Whatcha doing when you gone?
Nothing wrong being private
Make sure it ain’t wrong
Your life, double-sided
Two-faced like coins
What side do I get?
Which side are you on?
So what have you done?
Some of your dirt has come to light
Why were you speeding up that hill until the brakes came off?
And someone saw you in a fight
Am I right?
It doesn’t matter to you if you get heads or tails
You just don’t like to flip all the time
But if you spin it, then you get to see both sides
Oh, the thrill of the double life”
After everything I had been through, and all the emotions through which I had cycled, I was drained. I sat there in the car, sweaty and shirtless, a sticky swamp of semen in my pants, listening to Pharrell, desperate to erase everything I had seen and done tonight. I decided that Rocco could be Cindy’s designated driver this time. Like the hairy pig said, she doesn’t have a husband when he’s fucking her.
I turned up the radio and left the stench of burning rubber behind on my way out of the parking lot.
“You never know when it’s your time to go
And where you’ll end up in life, that’s code
You can’t ignore, you’re spinning your life
Your watch is broken ’cause you spent all your time
It’s now or never, on this, everything rides
Before the spinning stops, you must pick a side
Who will you be tonight?
That’s the question
Who will Gru be tonight?
That’s the question
Who will you be tonight?
That’s the question
Who will Gru be tonight?
That’s the question”