The dream

Jack's eyes grow heavy as he tries to process the conversation with Claire's friend. His thoughts swirl together in a mix of anxiety and confusion before finally succumbing to exhaustion. He falls asleep, his mind racing with dark and twisted visions.

[Dream sequence]

Jack finds himself standing in their bedroom, but everything is off. The room is dimly lit, and the air is thick with tension. Claire is lying on the bed, her legs spread wide in doggy style position. A black man stands behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her from behind.

Jack's dream-self feels a sense of horror mixed with arousal as he watches the scene unfold before him. He can't tear his gaze away from the explicit act taking place on their bed.

Jack's dream-self tries to speak, but his voice is barely a whisper. "Stop... please stop," he shouts, his words echoing in the darkness of his mind. The black man doesn't seem to hear him, too caught up in the moment as he continues to thrust into Claire's willing body.

Claire looks back over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto Jack's with a mixture of passion and defiance. She mouths something at him, but Jack can't quite make out what she says.

Jack tries to turn away, but his eyes are drawn back to the scene unfolding before him. He feels a sense of helplessness as he watches Claire being taken by Tyreal on their bed.

Suddenly, Jack finds himself standing in front of a door. He reaches out and closes it, hoping to block out the disturbing image from his mind. But as he turns around, he sees that another door has opened behind him.

He hesitates for a moment before pushing open the new door. And what he sees makes his blood run cold. He stands frozen in shock as he takes in the scene before him. Claire is bent over their bed, her legs spread wide as Tyreal pounds into her from behind.

"Ah, yeah... just like that," Tyreal groans, his voice filled with pleasure. "You're so tight and hot, Claire."

Muffled moans escape Claire's lips as she continues to ride Tyreal's cock.

Tyreal's hands grip Claire's hips, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he continues to thrust into her. "You're so dirty, Claire," he whispers in her ear. "I love it when you get like this."

"Oh, yeah... I'm loving this," Claire moans, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Make me come again."

"Ah, baby... you want more?" Tyreal asks, his breathing heavy with exertion. His pace quickens, his hips slapping against Claire's ass as he fucks her harder and harder. "You're so wet... so tight," he groans, “I'm gonna come soon."

"Yessss... do it," Claire moans, her body bucking against Tyreal's cock with each thrust. "Give me all of it."

"Ah, yeah... here it comes," Tyreal warns, his voice filled with anticipation.

Tyreal's body tenses as he approaches climax. He lets out a loud groan as he bursts inside Claire, filling her tight pussy with his hot cum.

"Ah, yeah... I'm coming," he growls, his voice filled with pleasure. "Take all of it." Muffled moans escape Claire's lips as she continues to ride Tyreal's cock, feeling him fill her up with his seed.