Movie Night at Erika's 3 - Cucked

Soon after, even Ulisses has left the living room, leaving you all alone to yourself. You're... tense. It also doesn't help that you had paused the movie at a really uncomfortable freeze frame. There's a huge close-up of the protagonist's blood-soaked crotch, a large wound going all the way from his abdomen down to his genitals. Mind you, this picture is plastered through the beamer all over the wall. Bloody balls all over the place. Yeah, if you have to wait here alone for the other two to return, you might as well keep watching the movie.

The couple that keeps fucking everywhere is now the only two surviving characters. During a scene in which the two are finally separated for once, the shapechanging killer turns himself into the dude and stalks the girl. Turns out, however, he's horribly sexually repressed, so when he finally corners her - still in the form of her lover - and she proceeds to playfully shake her titties at him, he straight up panics and runs off. He actually runs into the guy, looking exactly like him. Mind you, neither the dude nor the girl have any idea about any of this shit happening - somehow. Regardless, the killer - still in panic - straight up rips the guy's dick off and beats him to death with it. The whole scene is bloody, gory and incredibly stupid. Yet, you find yourself not entirely paying attention.

It's been a few minutes since Zoey and Erika left. They could literally be negotiating their fuck session right now. Scratch that, they could straight up be fucking already. Wait, no no no. Erika's not the type for that, no matter how much she lusts after Zoey. There's no way you're getting cucked right now. Nah, no way.

Man, this is gnawing at you! You pause the movie and sit there, arms crossed, and stare holes into the frozen screen. After a few more moments, you're finally done waiting and hop off the couch. Fuck it, you're gonna go check. This is so weird. Granted, this is partly on you. You brought up the topic with Zoey and you did tell her to tell Erika because you didn't wanna do it yourself. Still, she went for it so instantly, man. Wtf. You slowly open the door connecting the living room to the hallway and freeze in that motion as you immediately hear sounds from Erika's bedroom.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

God fucking dammit. Those are some wet ass smacks of skin and there's really no sugarcoating here - Zoey's plowing the shit outta her. What the fuck, maaan. Just like that?? Like, yeah, Erika was horny and Zoey's always ready to go, but holy shit. It's been what? Ten minutes? This is your best friend and your girlfriend! You should really never doubt Zoey's pull ever agai-

SMACK!

"Anhh!"

D-damn! Holy, that was a brutal spank.

**SMACK!**

"Nnnggh!"

Oh god, is she okay?? Zoey's really not holding back here, damn. Like, she's hinted at the fact that Erika likes it a bit more... eccentric, but those were rough ass spanks!

**SMACK! SMACK!**

"AHHHN FUCK!"

Jesus... you never heard Erika yell like that. Like, even here, during this apparently very very rough sex, she's not very vocal, but those slaps really draw it out of her.

The wild slapping of skin mixed with lots of spanks continues uninterrupted while you just stand in the doorway to the living room, listening to Zoey running an absolute freight train on your friend. You feel a pang of uncharacteristic jealousy, you feel anxiety due to the constellation of people involved, you feel arousal from hot noises and the mental image of what's happening in that room, but most of all: You're just straight up in awe, honestly. You always felt like Zoey's ramming you hard, but she's downright obliterating Erika here. It's really like the type of thing that sounds really hot in theory but is not something you could actually endure. Picturing Zoey going all out... it's scary. Scary hot, but scary.

Erika's noises are more constant now. They're mostly suppressed groans and whimpers, as if pressed through gritted teeth, but even she can't help but let out unrestrainedly loud moans and cries from time to time. Wether those times mark orgasms or not, you can' tell because... well, you just don't fucking know how Erika sounds when she's cumming. Should that be the case, though, it would speak for a lot of climaxes which is... well within the realm of possibility, considering Zoey's... talent. Man, you're getting worked up here...

Zoey can also be heard more now. She's not saying anything, but she's panting and groaning audibly. She has fantastic stamina but with that absurd combination of speed and intensity, it's gotta be at least a little bit taxing even for her. Her pants don't really sound exhausted though, not strained. This is some intense shit. You're so mesmerized you still haven't moved from the doorway. Then again... what ARE you even supposed to do?? Is there a proper etiquette for this sort of situation?? Do you offer refreshments??? Would it be rude to leave? Rude to continue with the movie??

Nah, to be perfectly honest, there's no way you could even focus on that right now. To be even more perfectlier honest (??), this is getting to you. As weird as that fact might be to you, it is even more justifiable. Like, let's be real here. With how graphic these sounds are - the thrusts, the moans, the slaps, even the occasional bang from the bed's hitting the wall - you all but have a front row seat to some incredibly raw sex. Not to mention: one of the... the sexees... is the literal hottest person you know in form of your girlfriend and even the other... man, Erika's not bad either. This is basically audio porn with the added benefit of knowing how hot everyone involved is! Yeah... everyone is involved... but you. There's no beating around the bush here - you're getting cucked. That feels... so fucking WEIRD. You're horny. You're confused. You're surprised - also by how horny and confused you are.

"NNNnnnnNNGGGAAAHHHHH!!" erupts Erika's voice from behind that door and your eyes go wild in pure bewilderment. Holy fucking shit. You never heard anything remotely this loud from that girl. Oh god.

The thrusts have suddenly stopped, and so too the slaps and moa- wait, no. You still hear faint whimpering and it's definitely not Zoey. Everything else is... so quiet all of the sudden. You're not close enough to the door to hear hints of what's happening and... well, you're not gonna walk over to it to eavesdrop like a fucking creep. Wait, aren't you basically eavesdropping already? Nooo, it's not your fault they were cracking this loudly!

You keep standing there in the doorway to the living room as if suddenly paralyzed by bewilderment and indecision. The silence... it's so eerie in this strange juxtaposition to the chaotic storm mere moments ago. Erika's whimpers soon fade too. Then... muffled speech? You can't make anything out, not unless you would get weirdly close to the door. What you do manage to eventually hear is footsteps which in turn cause your weird paralysis to instantly dissolve into action! You bolt back into the living room and fling yourself down onto the couch. Quick as a flash, you pick up the remote control and unpause the movie with shaky fingers. Not a single brain cell even bothers registering what kind of gory foolishness is now occurring on the projector screen.