Chapter 72
by 
Yelawolf
Do you?
Yes film yourself jerking off next to your sleeping wife
You glance at Ava, her face peaceful in sleep, the soft rise and fall of her chest a rhythm you know by heart. The phone feels like a live wire in your hand. Emily’s demand pulses on the screen: Show me, boss. Prove you’re not just talk. Your throat tightens.
The darkness presses in, heavy with risk. You slide the covers down just enough, angling the phone away from Ava’s face. Your free hand moves under the sheets, the friction rough and urgent. The camera lens glints as you hit record, capturing the frantic motion, the strained muscles of your arm, the quiet gasp you bite back. Ava stirs, mumbling, and you freeze heart hammering, until she settles. You send the video, the whoosh sound deafening in the silence.
Emily text back after watching the video. "Fuck, boss. That's so hot. You're way bigger than that tattooed guy." Her words pulse on the screen, a digital flame in the dark. You watch the typing bubbles dance, your heart still thundering from the risk. Ava shifts beside you, her leg brushing yours, but she doesn’t wake. The scent of her shampoo vanilla and lavender mixes with the illicit thrill coiling in your gut.
Emily send her one night stand video. A ten minutes video of her on her knees sucking the tattoo stranger. His cock wasn't as big as yours. Then the video showed him bending her over and fucking her from behind. The moans and the wet sounds filled your ears through the phone’s speaker, a raw, obscene counterpoint to Ava’s soft breathing beside you.
You watched, transfixed, as Emily took the stranger hard against the glass, her face contorted in pleasure, her body a willing canvas for his aggression. Jealousy burned white-hot in your chest, mixed with a dark, possessive pride.
