The end of Bennard

He finally arrived at the door to his marital bedroom, there's no secret in what's happening inside. It's audible, he can hear the sounds of pleasure, of passion, of lust. He can hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, of moans, of groans, of grunts. He can hear the sounds of his wife, his Sandra, his beloved, his everything. The woman he promised to love, honor, and cherish. The woman he vowed to protect, to support, to be with through thick and thin.

And he can hear him. The man who has turned his life upside down, the man who has taken everything from him.

His hand shakes as he grabs the doorknob, not from fear, although it's part of it, but more so anger. His heart races, his mind reels, his body trembles. He can feel the anger building, the rage boiling, the fury rising. He wants to kill him, he wants to tear him apart, he wants to destroy him. Not only that, but he wants to make him pay, he wants to make him suffer, he wants to make him regret ever crossing paths with him.

But he knows he can't, he can't do any of that. Not without the risk. Not without him retaliating through Sandra. His wife, the love of his life, the woman who has been there for him, who has supported him, who has loved him. The woman he can't afford to lose, to harm, to risk.

And so with a defeated sigh, he turned the knob.

The door swung open, the sound of moans and grunts became louder, the sight of his wife being used, being played, being defiled became clear. The sight of the man who has taken everything from him is also there, plain to see. His face contorted in pleasure. He can see Liam slamming his hips down, as he put Sandra in a mating press. Her legs spread wide, feet in the air. He can see how she is being **** to take his entire length, his entire girth, his entire thickness. How she is being impaled by his cock, Sandra herself being stuffed with delight. He can see how her face is contorted in pleasure, mouth open, tongue hanging out. Bennard can see how she is being used, how she is being fucked, how she is being broken.

Everything Bennard saw is all done all while she is in her bridal underwear. Something only he ever saw. All while she is wearing her wedding veil, now a mockery of their holy matrimony. Her wedding ring, the symbol of commitment they shared, still on her finger. A reminder of their eternal love, their unbreakable bond, their unending devotion to each other. All now defiled and desecrated by him, by the monster. A mockery of their holy union, their sacred vows, their eternal promise to each other.

"Look at that Sandra! Your loving husband has come to watch you get bred by another man. Aren't you happy?" Liam laughed, his voice full of mockery, his tone full of derision. He's enjoying every moment of this, he's savoring every second of this, he's reveling in every bit of this.

"Ben... oohh Ben-Bennard! Honey!" Sandra moaned, her voice is filled with pleasure, with ecstasy, with bliss, "You're just in time, oh fuck yes just in time! I'm just about to... oh god! I'm about to get filled with his... aaaahh with his baby batter!" She exclaimed, her voice is full of joy, of delight, of exhilaration.

Bennard's sense of reality is shattered, he doesn't even know how to react, frozen in time, standing at the door. He just stared at the sight before him, at the sight of his wife being impaled, being stretched, being pounded. Being used.

"Too stunned to speak? It's okay I understand, she's a great hole to fuck!" Liam said in-between slams, "And just like earlier today, you get to see me fill her to the brim!" He cackles.

"But this time I get to keep it in-ohhh god, I get to keep his cum in!" Sandra exclaimed in ecstasy, "Isn't it wonderful dear?"

Hearing the words, Bennard's stomach churned, what little dinner he had tried to climb back up. But something else also boiled back up as his hand clenched without his knowledge, his lips tightening, no words of reply. But a reply plenty.

"Ahh time for the final load! You ready? You rich bitch fuck meat?" Liam asked as his thrust became more erratic, faster, stronger, more powerful.

"Yessss! Give it to me Liam! Fill me with your cum!" Sandra screamed, her voice was ****, her eyes were locked on his, her hands were gripping his shoulders. Her whole body is shaking, her whole being is trembling. She's on the verge of orgasm, she's on the brink of release.

Liam is grunting, groaning, and with one last trust, he slams it all in. With a loud, satisfied moan, Liam unloads everything he has, shooting his load deep inside her. Filling her with his seed, his sperm, his essence. He can feel his cock throbbing inside her, and his balls are churning with every spurt of cum that he releases. The feeling of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock, squeezing and milking every drop of cum from him, is incredible.

Sandra meanwhile, is experiencing an intense, mind-blowing orgasm. She is moaning, screaming, and shaking as he fills her up. Her whole body is trembling, her pussy is clenching and spasming around his cock, her legs are wrapped around his waist, her arms are gripping him tightly. She is lost at the moment, lost in pleasure, lost in heaven. Sandra can feel his hot, thick cum filling her, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her. She is feeling his essence, his seed, his dominance.

Both of them are lost in their own world, their own pleasure, their own satisfaction.

Liam pulls out of Sandra's wanting hole as his dick goes soft. Cleaning his dick with Sandra's veil, leaving Sandra panting, heaving, and satisfied. "Well, that should be enough I think." He sighs, satisfied, "You're welcome Sandra."

"Thank you..." Sandra said, her voice is weak, her body is limp, "Thank you so much for this." She's looking at him with a look of gratitude, of appreciation, of admiration.

Her pussy is dripping his cum, her hole is gaping, her thighs are slick. Sandra is a mess, but a happy mess. She's feeling content, satisfied, and fulfilled. She's feeling like a proper slut, a proper fuck toy, a proper woman.

"I know." Liam chuckled and looked at Bennard, who had been silent and motionless the entire time, "You just stood there, watching, all the while not saying a single thing. That's not good." Liam grinned, "You need to say something to her at least. I just fucked your sorry excuse of wife like the living cocksleeve she is and you got nothing? I thought rich men have better manners."

Bennard doesn't answer.

"Well, I'm done having my fun for now, so see you later cumdumpster," Liam spits on Sandra's face as he dresses back up. "And you, dear husband. Good luck, or whatever. Heh." He patted Bennard's shoulder as he exited the room with a smile on his face.

It's not long until the room is quiet again, save for Sandra's panting and heaving. The words sting, and the attitude Liam has doesn't help either. It's as if he's the king of the world and Sandra is nothing but a dime a dozen toy to him. That her purpose is to be his plaything, something he can discard when he's done with. A disposable object, to be used and abused at his leisure, and then thrown away when he's finished. Just like what he did today. And worse, it's as if Sandra is more than happy to accept it. To embrace it, to revel in it. Just as Lena explained downstairs, just like Sandra herself explained back then, back on that cursed day, when The Click happened, when everything changed.

Bennard can't help but feel a mix of anger, rage, fury, and disgust. But more than that, he feels despair, he feels defeated, he feels helpless. He feels like he's lost, like he's been broken, like he's been shattered. He can't help but feel that this is some kind of sick, twisted joke. Some kind of cruel, elaborate prank. Some kind of hoax, a scam, a con. But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that it's not. It's real. It's happening. And he can't do anything to stop it. He can't do anything to save his wife. He can't do anything to protect the woman he loves. He can't do anything to shield her from this monster of a man.