Daniel wakes up in a shelter to discover his girlfriend engaged in sexual intercourse with another man. Her unexpected reaction reveals a complex mix of desire, humiliation, and power that redefines their relationship.
Daniel opened his eyes slowly, disoriented by the dim light filtering through the cracks of what appeared to be a makeshift shelter. The air smelled of rusted metal and dampness, a constant reminder that the outside world was infested with zombies. He sat up cautiously, his muscles aching from what seemed like an eternal sleep. The shelter, a safe dimensional system, was his only hope for survival. But something else shook him out of his slumber: a rhythmic sound, like flesh being pounded, echoing in the oppressive silence.
Intrigued and with a knot in his stomach, Daniel stood up and began to explore the place. The cold metal walls reflected the light from the few lamps that were still working, creating dancing shadows that seemed to mock him. He followed the sound, which grew louder with each step. His heart pounded; he didn't know if it was from fear or something more primal, something he couldn't name.
As he turned a corner, the scene before him took his breath away. There she was, his girlfriend, completely naked, her buttocks red and shiny as if they had been recently spanked. A man, unknown to Daniel, was casually groping her, his large, rough hands running over every curve of her body. She was leaning on a table, her legs slightly apart, as the man penetrated her forcefully, his rhythm matching the sound he had heard.
Daniel felt a fierce heat rise in his neck, but it wasn't anger. It was something more complex, something that excited him in ways he couldn't explain. He sidled closer, as if afraid to interrupt the moment, though deep down he knew better. When he was close enough, she looked up at him over her shoulder, her eyes shining with a mixture of defiance and desire. Without a word, Daniel leaned in and kissed her, a kiss that was gentle but charged with intent.
The man didn't stop; he continued moving inside her, oblivious to Daniel's presence, or perhaps enjoying the audience. Daniel, aroused beyond memory, moved his hand to his crotch and began to masturbate slowly, watching as the man pulled his member out and thrust it back into her, over and over again, as if it were a primitive ritual.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice husky and full of mockery, her gaze never leaving Daniel's as the man possessed her.
"I love it," he replied, his voice shaky but sincere. It wasn't a lie; seeing her like that, so devoted, so real, drove him crazy.
The man grunted, his pace quickening, and she leaned further onto the table, offering her rear end as leverage. The scene transformed into something almost choreographed, a kinky yoga session where her body was the man's instrument of pleasure. Daniel moved closer, his hand moving more urgently, as he watched his girlfriend's enormous rear end being swallowed again and again.
"Do you know what I like most?" Daniel said, his voice firmer now, as if he'd found courage in his arousal. "I love it when you cheat on me. It turns me on to know that other men have you, that they make you scream."
She let out a laugh, a harsh sound filled with contempt, but also with something else, something Daniel couldn't identify. The man looked at her, a crooked smile on his face, and increased the intensity of his thrusts.
"See what you're doing?" the unknown man said, turning his head to look at Daniel. "You've got him so in love with you, he even likes being humiliated."
Daniel didn't respond. Instead, he moved closer, his face now inches from hers, observing every detail of her expression, every contraction of her body. The man grunted again, his pace now frantic, and Daniel knew he was close. He shifted to get a better view, his hand working more urgently, as the man finally collapsed on top of her, his body shaking with the exertion.
When the man pulled out, she lay there, covered in cum, her body glistening in the dim light. Without a word, she leaned down and began licking the cum from her body, swallowing it all with a greed that stopped Daniel in his tracks. Then, without warning, she turned and used Daniel's face as a pillow, her damp, sex-scented hair brushing against his cheek.
"You're a pig," she murmured, her voice softer now, almost affectionate, despite the words. "But I love you."
Daniel didn't respond. He just closed his eyes, feeling the weight of her body on top of him, the smell of sex and sweat surrounding her. When she finally stood up, she dressed slowly, not caring that the semen and moisture were still present on her skin. Daniel, still aroused, approached from behind and began masturbating over her dirty buttocks, his breathing rapid.
"Are you done?" she asked, her voice now cold and distant. "Because I have things to do."
Daniel nodded, his hand finally stopping. She turned around, a mocking smile on her face, and looked at him with contempt.
"You're pathetic," he said, before turning his back on her and walking away.
But Daniel didn't feel humiliated. On the contrary, he felt alive, more alive than he had in a long time. The future of this strange and morbid dynamic remained up in the air, full of endless, unresolved possibilities. And Daniel, for some reason, liked that.