Chapter 7

The air in their small apartment still vibrated from the mall, a day later. Jake sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the blank TV screen, the images from the security office – Lily, cuffed, Barry’s leering face – playing on a loop in his head. He felt hollowed out, yet a shameful thrum of excitement persisted deep in his gut.

Lily walked in from the bedroom, wearing one of his old t-shirts, the hem barely skimming the tops of her long, toned thighs. Her dark hair was tousled, and she moved with a languid grace, a cat stretching after a satisfying meal. She didn’t say anything, just came over and perched on the coffee table in front of him, her knees almost touching his. Her green eyes, usually bright and mischievous, held a new, knowing depth.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said, her voice soft.

Jake just grunted, not meeting her gaze.

Lily reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Still thinking about it?”

He finally looked at her. “What do you think, Lily?”

A small smile played on her lips. She leaned closer, her scent – warm skin and something faintly floral – filling his senses. “I think,” she whispered, her hand sliding down his chest, then lower, her fingers brushing the hardening length beneath his jeans, “we both got what we wanted.”

Her touch was electric, a direct line to the confused arousal churning inside him. He grabbed her then, a rough, desperate sound tearing from his throat as he pulled her onto his lap, his mouth finding hers. The kiss was savage, not tender, a collision of unspoken needs and shared darkness.

He fumbled with the clasp of her bra through the t-shirt, his hands hungry for her. Lily arched into him, her small, perfectly perky breasts pressing against his chest as he finally freed them. The delicate, rosy peaks of her breasts were already taut against her pale skin. He tore the t-shirt up and over her head, his gaze devouring her. Her dancer’s body was a study in lean curves – the supple waist, the slight flare of her hips, those long, athletic legs now wrapped around him.

“Jake...” she breathed, her head thrown back as his mouth found one firm peak, sucking hard.

He pushed her back against the arm of the couch, his jeans already undone, his erection thick and straining. He didn’t bother with foreplay, just positioned himself at her entrance, her heat already dampening her. Lily’s eyes were wide, watching him, a flicker of something wild in their green depths.

“Tell me,” he rasped, pushing into her with a single, deep thrust.

Lily cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh, God, Jake ... yes...”

He moved inside her, hard and fast, the friction building, the raw, animalistic energy between them escalating. The couch creaked rhythmically beneath them.

As he pounded into her, Lily’s voice, tight with pleasure, cut through the haze. “Jakey ... remember ... that community hall? When I said I just ... told Barry off?”

He grunted, his rhythm faltering for a second. He remembered the lie.

“He ... he made me suck him, Jake,” she gasped out, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. “Right there. He grabbed my hair ... so hard ... pushed my face down.” Her eyes squeezed shut. “I could smell him ... his sweat ... He stank. And then he was just... in my mouth. So thick ... I thought I’d choke. He kept saying... ‘That’s it, little slut ... take it all for Daddy Barry.’”

Jake’s cock pulsed inside her, the image her words painted – Lily, on her knees, forced, degraded – sending a fresh wave of brutal arousal through him. He drove into her deeper, faster.

“And the sickest part?” she panted, her voice cracking. “When he ... when he came ... and I had his cum in my mouth ... a tiny part of me ... way down deep ... it wasn’t just disgust, Jake. It was ... it was hot. Knowing I’d taken it all for him ... like a good girl.”

A strangled sound escaped him. He buried his face in her neck, his thrusts becoming frantic. Lily’s perfect, firm ass clenched around him with each impact.

“And the Foxhole,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, her words timed with his rhythm. “With Barry ... and that disgusting professor ... Harrison. You saw ... but you didn’t see everything from your angle, did you?”

He grunted again, the memory of her on stage, then disappearing into that back room, flashing through his mind.

“After Barry ... made me take off my top...” she continued, her voice dropping lower, huskier, “Harrison ... he was practically drooling. Barry pushed me onto his lap ... Harrison had his ... his cock out, Jake. Hard as a rock. And Barry ... he made me grind on him. My pussy ... right against his cock. I was so wet ... I could feel it soaking through my thong ... smearing all over him.”

Jake’s thrusts became more deliberate, deeper, as he pictured it – Lily, exposed, her wetness slicking against another man’s erection, the professor’s pathetic, leering face.

“Barry was right there,” Lily panted, her hips meeting his with increasing force. “Watching. Whispering things... ‘That’s it, Lily ... show the professor what a good little slut you are for your husband. Make him feel how wet Jake’s wife gets for other men.’ I could feel Harrison groaning under me ... his hands grabbing my hips ... And when he came ... all over his pants ... God, Jake ... the look on his face ... so pathetic ... so grateful. It was revolting ... but knowing you were watching ... it made me feel ... so fucking powerful ... so beautifully dirty.”

The confession, the raw images, her voice thick with a pleasure that mirrored his own dark desires, pushed Jake over the edge. He roared, his orgasm ripping through him, violent and complete, as he flooded her with his release. Lily screamed with him, her own climax shaking her, her body arching off the couch, her taut breasts crushed against his chest, her skin flushed and hot.

He collapsed onto her, panting, his mind reeling. Lily lay beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps, a strange, almost serene smile on her face. She had laid her secrets bare, not as burdens, but as offerings, and he had devoured them. The game had changed again, and somehow, standing on the precipice of something even darker, he felt closer to her than ever.

He lay there for a long moment, his weight pressing her into the couch cushions, the scent of their mingled sweat and sex filling the air. Lily’s fingers idly traced patterns on his damp back. The silence was thick, charged with the echoes of her confessions and their explosive release.

Finally, Lily stirred beneath him, her voice a low, husky whisper against his ear, laced with a dark, languid amusement. “Well, Jakey...” she murmured, her lips brushing his skin, sending a fresh shiver through him despite his exhaustion. “That was ... something else, wasn’t it?”

Jake managed a non-committal grunt, his mind still struggling to process everything.

She chuckled softly, a sound that was both intimate and unsettling. “Who knew, hmm? All it took to finally get some real fire out of you ... was a little story time.” She shifted, her slick skin sliding against his. “Me, telling you all about other men ... using your wife.” Her voice was a purr, a deliberate, provocative caress. “You liked that, didn’t you? Hearing it. Knowing.”

He couldn’t deny it. The raw, almost brutal intensity of his orgasm was undeniable proof. He tightened his arms around her, burying his face in her hair, a silent admission.

Lily seemed to understand. She pressed a soft, knowing kiss to his shoulder. “Good to know,” she whispered, a hint of something unreadable in her tone. “I’ll have to remember that for next time.”

She let him lie there for another minute, then gently pushed at his chest. “Come on, big guy. As much as I’m enjoying this ... I think we both need a shower.”

A couple of days later, Lily was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, legs tucked beneath her. Jake was in the kitchen making coffee. Her phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced at it, her expression shifting.

“Jake?” she called out, her voice a little too casual.

“Yeah?” He came into the living room, a mug in his hand.

She held up her phone. “Barry. The gift that keeps on giving.”

He frowned. “What’s that asshole want now?”

“Says our ‘little stream’ from his place made quite a splash. That I’m practically a ‘legend’ on some website. Sent a link.” She looked up at him, a spark of something unreadable in her eyes. “Curious what kind of ‘legend’ I am?”

Jake hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Alright. Let’s see it.”

Lily tapped the link, then mirrored her phone to the smart TV. The screen flickered, then resolved onto a crudely designed webpage, dark background, flashing banner ads for things Jake didn’t want to look too closely at. The forum was titled “The Voyeur’s Vault.” Barry’s message had linked directly to a thread: “LILY & BARRY UNCENSORED, OLD MAN TRICKS HOTT YOUNG WIFE – THE FULL LIVESTREAM! (HD)”

“Jesus Christ,” Jake breathed, his coffee forgotten. His stomach twisted. The entire stream. The one where he thought he was directing her, but it was that creep Kevin impersonating him.

The top post was from “BigBear71.”
“Alright, you degenerates, you’ve been begging for it, and Daddy delivers! Here it is – the full, unedited recording of my special private session with the incredible Lily. Watch her take my direction, watch her get wild, watch her beg for it. This little slut is a natural, and this is just the beginning. HD download links below. You’re welcome.”

Beneath Barry’s post, embedded directly into the forum, was the video player. The thumbnail was a still from the stream: Lily, disheveled, her sheer bralette exposing her breasts, looking flushed and aroused as Barry leered beside her.

Lily didn’t say anything, just navigated the cursor to the play button.

“Are you sure?” Jake asked, his voice tight.

“Aren’t you?” she countered, her eyes flicking to his before she clicked.

The stream started playing – the awkward beginning, Lily’s initial “dating coach” routine, then the sickening moment “JakesTrueFan” (Kevin) started typing, goading her. They watched in silence as the on-screen Lily, believing it was Jake, stripped off her sweater, revealing the lace bralette. They saw the kiss, Barry unhooking her bra, her bared breasts. They saw her perform the handjob, then the blowjob, all under the imposter Jake’s explicit instructions.

The comment section below the video player was a raging torrent of crude adoration and graphic desires.
“HOLY FUCK! This is gold!”
“Lily is a fucking goddess! Look at those tits!”
“That mouth! She knows how to work a cock!”
“BigBear, you lucky bastard! Did you fuck her raw after?”
“She’s so hot when she thinks her husband is watching!”

Jake felt a confusing mix of white-hot rage at Barry and Kevin, profound shame, and a sickening, undeniable surge of arousal. Seeing it all again, knowing the truth of the deception, yet witnessing Lily’s on-screen abandon, her beautiful body displayed and performing these acts ... it was a brutal cocktail.

Then came the part Jake dreaded most: the on-screen Lily, panting, asking “Jake” about the “no sex” rule, confessing how good Barry had felt inside her before. And then Kevin, as Jake, giving the “permission” for Barry to fuck her.

The video showed it all: Barry ripping off Lily’s thong, guiding her onto his lap, her gasp as he penetrated her. The raw, animalistic fucking. Lily’s cries, her orgasm, then Barry’s triumphant roar as he came deep inside her.

The video ended. The silence in their living room was heavy.

Lily finally turned to him, her face pale but her eyes burning with an intense, almost feverish light. “So,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. “That’s what they’re all watching. Me. Being ... that.”

Barry had also, further down the thread, posted the still images they’d seen previews of – the loft photo, the nudes she’d sent him – captioned with his usual vulgar boasts. “Just a little bonus content for my loyal fans. My girl Lily knows how to keep me happy, on and off camera.”

Jake swallowed, his throat dry. “He ... he put everything out there.”

Lily’s gaze was unwavering. “He did.” A beat of silence. Then, a faint, almost challenging smile touched her lips. “What do you think, Jake? Am I a good ‘legend’?”

Her question, in the face of that raw, public degradation, hung in the air. This wasn’t just about Barry’s betrayal anymore. It was about what she was, what they had become. And looking at her, at the defiant spark in her eyes, Jake knew, with a sinking, exhilarating certainty, that this was far from over. He was horrified, repulsed, and more aroused than he’d ever been in his life.

The next evening, Jake found Lily curled up on the sofa, laptop open, scrolling through that same forum thread on “The Voyeur’s Vault.” The lurid comments, the degrading pictures of herself, Barry’s boasts – she was reading it all again, her expression focused, almost analytical.

“Still looking at that crap?” Jake asked, trying to sound casual as he sat beside her. He’d spent the day oscillating between fury at Barry and a disturbing, persistent throb of arousal whenever he thought about the sheer number of men who had now seen Lily in her most vulnerable, debased moments.

Lily didn’t look up. “It’s ... interesting. All these anonymous men, obsessed.” She finally glanced at him, a glint in her green eyes. “They’re all talking about ‘Lily.’ What if ‘Lily’ talked back?”

Jake stared at her. “Talked back? Are you serious? To those ... those animals?”

“Why not?” Lily shrugged, a small, provocative smile playing on her lips. “They seem to think they know me so well. Maybe I should introduce myself properly.”

The idea was insane. Dangerous. And yet ... a forbidden thrill coursed through Jake. Lily, directly engaging with them, with him as the secret insider, the one who truly knew her ... It was a potent thought. “What ... what would you even say?”

“That’s where you come in, Jakey,” she said, her smile widening. “You’re good with computers. Help me set up an account. Something they can’t trace. And then ... we’ll figure out the perfect first impression.”

He should have said no. He knew he should have. But the look in her eyes, the shared secret excitement that was already building between them, was too strong. “Alright,” he heard himself say. “Let’s do it.”

A little later, under the anonymous username “RealLily_Unfiltered,” she was ready. Jake leaned over her shoulder as she typed out her first message in the main thread dedicated to her, the one filled with the video of the stream and Barry’s crude boasts.