He hits play

Jack fumbled with his phone, his fingers slick with cold sweat. The fluorescent lights of the Korean BBQ bathroom buzzed, reflecting off the pristine, cold tile. He splashed water on his face, the chill doing little to calm the tremor in his hands. He wanted to delete it, to pretend it didn’t exist, but a morbid, self-destructive curiosity, fueled by a corrosive mix of dread and a perverse fascination, clawed at him. He had to know. He had to see.

He locked himself in a stall, the flimsy door doing little to block out the sounds of drunken laughter and flushing toilets from outside. Taking a shaky breath, he clicked the play button.

The screen flickered to life, showing their bedroom – his and Sara’s. The familiar cream walls, the plush rug, the heavy oak dresser. And then, the bed. Their bed.

Sara was there, lying on her back, utterly naked, her beautiful long blonde hair fanned out around her head like a golden halo against the pillows. His breath hitched. Her large breasts rose and fell with each breath, her thick thighs spread wide, open and inviting. A blindfold, a soft silk strip, covered her eyes, and what appeared to be noise-canceling headphones rested over her ears. It was all there, exactly as Leia had described. Precisely as he had agreed.

A wave of nausea hit him, bile burning his throat. Two and a half hours. A whole two hour view, with sound? That’s too long, Jack thought, the panic swelling, tightening his chest. Sweat, cold and clammy, began to bead on his back, chilling him despite the warmth of the small stall. He thought he might vomit right there.

Then, from the bottom of the screen, a huge, familiar cock appeared. It moved with an almost deliberate grace, placing itself gently between Sara’s spread legs, coming to rest on her soft, giving belly. Jack’s eyes widened, his gasp lost in the sudden, deafening roar of blood in his ears. The sheer size of it was breathtaking, monstrous. Thicker than a soda can, it stretched well past Sara’s belly button, a super tight-fitting condom stretched taut and glistening over its massive shaft.

This was clearly Leia’s cock. His own modest four inches felt like a pitiful joke compared to this, a mere button against a tree trunk. The gut-wrenching realization punched the air from his lungs. This was it. This was the deal.

A voice, low and throaty, undeniably Leia’s, filled the small, echoing space of the bathroom stall. Her voice was amplified through his phone, chilling him to the bone. "Okay, Jack, it’s time for your sex tape." There was a playful, almost mocking lilt to her tone, a cruel awareness that Jack was watching, even as Sara remained oblivious. Sara, blindfolded and deafened by the headphones, lay perfectly still, her body awaiting a pleasure she believed was his to give.

A hand, with short, manicured nails, appeared, guiding the massive head of Leia's cock. It lined it up with Sara’s pussy, already slick and glistening, a dark, inviting slit. Jack watched, mesmerized and horrified, as the colossal shaft began its slow, deliberate descent.

It was inserted inch by agonizing inch, slowly stretching Sara’s delicate flesh. Her hips instinctively arched, a soft moan escaping her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated approval that twisted the knife in Jack’s gut. Her body was blooming under another’s touch, under another’s magnificent size.

"Oh my god, Jack," Sara breathed, her voice a low purr of delight, "the vitamins are working again."

Jack closed his eyes, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over him. Leia had told Sara she was giving Jack special vitamins to increase his size and stamina, a lie designed to trick Sara into thinking she was having sex with Jack. He had listened to Leia explain it, had stood there, impotent and shamed, agreeing to everything. And now, he was watching the devastating success of that deception unfold.

"You're fucking huge. I love it," Sara moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "I waited so long to feel you so big again, love."

Leia, unseen by, and unheard by Sara, continued to push, her massive cock slowly, inexorably, driving deeper into Sara’s body. Each millimeter of penetration elicited a new sound of exquisite pleasure from Sara. Her hips bucked lightly, her back arching, her breasts jiggling with anticipation.

Then, with a final, slow push, Leia fully hilted herself inside Sara.

A raw, guttural scream tore from Sara’s throat, a sound brimming with ecstatic release. "Oh my god, you're so huge!" she shrieked, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her. Her legs trembled, her fingers curling into fists against the sheets. "I can't believe we had such boring, disappointing sex for years before these vitamins!"

The words hit Jack like physical blows, each one a hammer to his already shattered self-worth. Boring. Disappointing. His own wife. He squeezed his eyes shut again, but the images, the sounds, were burned into his mind.

Sara's body vibrated with the aftershocks of her climax. She was breathless, gasping. "Omg, Jack, you just inserted it and I came! You're filling me so much, it feels so good," she whispered, her voice still laced with dizzying pleasure. She lay there, replete, glistening, her body still stretched around Leia’s enormous cock.

Catching her breath, Sara’s voice dropped, more intimate now, tender. "Honestly, Jack, you don't know how much I love what those vitamins do to you." Her head turned, her blindfolded gaze unfocused but seemingly looking up at the camera, at Leia. "Your dick was kinda tiny before them, and you would cum so fast."

Jack flinched, a silent, guttural cry trapped in his chest. Tiny. Cum so fast. The words were a brand, searing themselves into his soul. His humiliation was complete, total, absolute.

Still looking up, her voice pleading, Sara whispered, "Please, fuck me all night, please!"

The camera angle shifted, pulling back slightly, and then Leia’s face swam into view, a dark, unsettling smile playing on her lips. Her brunette hair, usually tied up in a severe bun at work, was down, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifyingly predatory. Her eyes, dark and knowing, looked directly into the camera, directly at Jack. It was a silent, mocking acknowledgement, a victor’s gaze.

With that chilling smile still plastered on her face, Leia slowly began to pull her massive cock all the way out of Sara, drawing a long, drawn-out moan of exquisite agony from Sara's lips. Just as the head was about to slip free, Leia paused, leaving only the tip of her engorged glans still inside. Then, with a sudden, powerful motion, she slammed it back in, burying herself deep.

A loud, guttural moan tore from Sara’s throat, higher and more **** this time, followed by the wet, rhythmic thud of their bodies coming together. The camera angle shifted again, returning to the overhead view, looking down on Sara’s writhing form.

Leia began to fuck her, slow at first, then picking up a relentless, deep rhythm. Each impact caused Sara’s big breasts to jiggle violently, her body arching and twisting, her moans growing louder, more frantic. Leia’s hands appeared, strong and possessive, clamping onto Sara’s thick thighs, splaying them even wider. She leaned into it, really started to fuck her, deep, long, earth-shattering thrusts, each one driving Sara closer and closer to the precipice of another shattering orgasm.