Nick does not leave

Nick grinned, looking over at Brad with a smug expression. "It's not up to you," he said firmly. "I'm going to use your wife as much as I want. Deal with it."

Brad glared at Nick, an angry expression on his face. He was furious that this young punk had so much control over him and his wife - but he knew there was nothing he could do about it except sit back and watch.

Cory could sense the tension in the room and decided to interject. "First of all," she began, locking eyes with Brad as she spoke. "It is not up to you whether or not Nick uses me as much as he wants - that decision is between me and him." She pointed a finger at Nick for emphasis before continuing her speech.

"Second of all, I think you should understand that Nick filmed us while we were having sex - so if you don't want everyone to know how **** you were for him to fuck me, then I suggest you shut up now," Cory concluded, her voice laced with a dangerous edge.

Brad felt like a chastised child in the face of Cory's authority, and his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and anger. He knew she was right - there was no way he wanted the video spreading around town - but still, it rankled him that this young punk had so much power over him.

Brad gritted his teeth in frustration as he watched Nick and Cory embrace, and he knew he had been defeated. He felt humiliated - not only by his own lack of dominance over the situation, but also from the fact that this young punk had so much control over him and his wife.

Knowing there was nothing else he could do, Brad finally spoke up again. "Fine," he said grudgingly, his voice full of resignation and defeat. "You win."

Nick simply smiled in response before turning his attention back to Cory and giving her passionate kisses all over her body while Brad looked away in shame and humiliation.

But despite his humiliation, he could not deny the arousal coursing through him as he watched them together. He was getting turned on by the sight of them, even though it shamed him to admit it.