Hugo watches from a distance as Carlos dominates his wife Lucía in a scene charged with desire, jealousy, and humiliation. An erotic tension that will change their relationship forever.
Hugo settles into bed, the Nintendo Switch 2 console in his hands, ready to immerse himself in a world of virtual racing. The room is in semi-darkness, illuminated only by the bluish light of the screen and the sunbeams filtering through the half-open curtains. The air is charged with a silent tension, as if the environment itself knows something is about to happen. His wife, Lucía, enters the room with slow and deliberate steps. She is wearing a minuscule bikini that barely covers the essentials, highlighting her mature and lush figure. Her butt, enormous and voluptuous, sways with every movement, while her breasts, two imposing balloons that defy gravity, bounce gently. Hugo cannot help but look at her, his attention divided between the console and his wife's magnetic presence.
Lucía approaches without haste, her gaze fixed on the man sitting on the edge of the bed, a friend of Hugo's, a man of robust build with a mischievous smile that does not go unnoticed. The friend, whose name is Carlos, seems to be waiting for something, his gaze charged with intent. Hugo, absorbed in his game, does not notice the tension building in the air, but Lucía does. She kneels in front of Carlos, her body flexible and seductive, and at that moment, Hugo looks up, his concentration broken.
Carlos wastes no time. With a swift and decisive movement, he pulls out his dick, thick and unprotected, and places it in front of Lucía. She hesitates, her morals battling against the desire awakening within her. Hugo, with the console controller still in his hands, feels his own dick, small in comparison, beginning to harden. He brings his hand there, starting to masturbate slowly, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him.
Lucía tries to resist, but Carlos is persuasive. His kisses are deep and passionate, his caresses firm and sure. She closes her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure he offers, and Hugo watches, his heart pounding. Carlos's weight crushes Lucía's voluminous ass, his large, thick hands grasping her hips with possession. Hugo sees Carlos's dick sink into her without consideration, how it moves shamelessly inside his wife, and he feels a mixture of jealousy and excitement that consumes him.
The sound of the console fades into the background as Hugo focuses on the scene. Carlos is not delicate; his thrusts are strong and rhythmic, his breathing heavy and ragged. Lucía moans, her resistance completely crumbling, her body responding to Carlos's dominance. Hugo, with his small dick in his hand, increases the rhythm of his masturbation, his eyes fixed on his wife's fat, mature ass, now crushed by Carlos's weight.
—Do you like it, Lucía? —Carlos asks, his voice hoarse and full of desire, as he pinches one of her breasts, leaving it marked with his red prints.
Lucía can only respond with a moan, her head falling back, her golden hair spreading over the pillow. Hugo watches as his wife's buttocks turn red from Carlos's hands, how her body tenses and relaxes with each thrust. Jealousy consumes him, but he cannot look away. He wonders if Lucía enjoys it more with Carlos than with him, if his small dick will ever be able to satisfy her as his friend's does.
—Look how she moves, Hugo —Carlos says, his voice loaded with mockery and challenge—. Do you think she screams like that with you?
Hugo does not answer. His lips are tight, his jaw tense. He continues to masturbate, his gaze fixed on Lucía's butt, now red and marked, on how Carlos's dick enters and exits her mercilessly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, mixing with Lucía's moans and Carlos's heavy breathing.
—Do you like watching me fuck her, Hugo? —Carlos asks, his voice now lower, more intimate—. Do you like seeing how much she enjoys it with me?
Hugo does not answer, but his hand does not stop. His dick is hard as a rock, his excitement mixed with a deep sense of humiliation. He watches Lucía cling to the sheets, how her body arches with each thrust, how her pussy leaks, wet and shiny under the dim light. He wonders if he will ever be man enough to make her scream like that, to mark her body as Carlos does.
The scene culminates with Lucía screaming with pleasure, her body trembling as Carlos fills her up inside. Hugo watches, his hand moving frantically, his dick about to burst. He sees how Lucía's butt, now red and marked, contracts around Carlos's dick, how her mouth opens in a silent moan, her body completely dominated.
Carlos withdraws, his dick still hard, and wipes himself with a nearby towel. Lucía lies in bed, her body relaxed but marked, her breathing slow and deep. Hugo, with his dick still in his hand, stares fixedly at his wife's butt, the red marks of Carlos's hands still visible. He wonders if he will ever be able to satisfy her as his friend does, if he will ever be man enough to make her scream with pleasure with his small dick.
The last image is of Hugo, alone in bed, his dick now flaccid in his hand, as Carlos gets dressed and leaves with a smile of satisfaction. Lucía sleeps deeply, her body marked and satisfied, and Hugo wonders if he will ever be the man she needs, or if he will always be destined to be the spectator of her pleasure. The console is still on, the screen showing a world of racing that now seems insignificant compared to the reality he has just lived.