Party Girl

Days become weeks, and the stench of Amy's infidelity fills the apartment like a fog that you can't escape. She leaves for her secret rendezvous with Derek, returning with the scent of his sweat clinging to her skin like a second shadow. You lay in bed, feigning sleep as she whispers sweet nothings into the phone.

One night you hear her come home and throw herself on the sofa. You go looking for her and find her totally wasted. "Honey, are you okay?" You ask, a hint of fear in your voice. "I... I.. I'm fine.... aahhhh, baby," she slurs, trying to get up but failinging. Her eyes are glazed over. Countless notifications from her phone buzzing like a hornet's nest. Completely exhausted, she tries to open her handbag and pulls out her phone. She giggles reading the messages, but she falls asleep and the phone slips from her grasp, landing on the floor.

You pick it up, the screen lighting up with a message from Derek, "Bout, bitch. The guys had a blast." You feel your stomach drop. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. Derek isn't just fucking her; he's sharing her with his friends. The room spins around you as you scroll through her messages. The explicit photos, the videos of her taking cock after cock, her moans and screams of pleasure echoing through the quiet apartment.

In one video three men, all hulking figures of muscle and malice, held her down with ease, their laughter a symphony of sadism. There is Derek's grinning face, his thumb pressing down on the bottle cap as if it were a button to unleash hell. You can see the dizziness in Amy's eyes, a mix of fear and excitement, as she squirms beneath them. The room spins around you as you watch Derek shakes the bottle with a frenzied grin while the pressure builds, and then, with a sickening pop, he plunges it into her ass. The cheers from the room mixes with Amy's deafening scream, "HELL YEAH!" from Derek's friends as they watch the spectacle unfold.

One Guy grabs Amy's hair as she screams and the other two holding her down, her legs spread wide, and you can see the bottle in the background of the video. "Let's give our cock a Brewery Tour.", Derek says with a laugh and with that he pulls the bottle out and replace it with his cock. You watch in horror as he starts to pound her, her screams of pain and pleasure indistinguishable.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. "Tell everyone how much you love getting used, you fucking whore." he says, and she does, her voice high pitched and breathless. The room is spinning, you can feel the bile rising in your throat, but you can't stop watching. One of Derek's friends, his cock hard and ready takes his turn, not bothering with foreplay, just slamming into her like she's a ragdoll. And one by one, they all take her, filling her up with their cum until she's a soggy mess. You'rYou swipe to the next video, and it's even worse.

You can't watch any more. Your hand is trembling, the phone feels like a hot coal in your grip. You stuff it back into her purse, the evidence of her depraved rendezvous with Derek and his friends. Your stomach turns as you think of her, your sweet, loving Amy, being used and degraded like a whore. You can't believe she's let this happen. You can't believe she's enjoyed it.

You hoist her up into your arms, her limp body a stark contrast to the fiery anger burning in your veins. You carry her to the bedroom, lay her down gently on the bed, and cover her up. You tuck her in like you've done countless times before, but now it feels like you're laying her to rest in a grave of lies and betrayal. You kiss her forehead, and she smiles in her sleep, a peaceful expression that makes you want to scream. You can't bear to look at her anymore, so you retreat to the living room, the sofa's embrace cold and unforgiving.

You wrap the blanket around yourself, trying to find a comfortable position, but every crevice in the cushion feels like it's made of jagged glass. You lay there, your eyes staring into the abyss of the dark room. Your mind races, a tornado of thoughts and emotions.

As sleep takes over, your consciousness is bombarded with the images from the videos. The sound of their laughter, her moans and screams, the sight of Derek and his friend's cocks claiming her over and over. Yet, amidst the chaos of your thoughts, exhaustion wins out, and you drift off into a fitful sleep, filled with nightmares of Amy's betrayal playing on repeat.