I should have left when she touched him. I should have left when his cock entered her dripping wet pussy. Instead, I stayed, and watched my bestfriend steal my boyfriends nut right out from under me. [FMF/MF] [f26 f27 M32] [cheating] [reluctant arousal] [voyeurism] [Revenge]

Content Warning:
This story contains themes of infidelity, betrayal, voyeurism, reluctant arousal, messy revenge sex, emotional breakdowns, humiliation, explicit language, and raw, unfiltered sexual content

Reader discretion advised.

Part 1

Kendra never used to believe in gut feelings.

She thought that shit was for old women burning sage and whispering about energies. But that night--that night sitting in the back of Marcus’s apartment, music low, Crown Royal burning a slow trail down her throat--she felt it. Heavy and mean, a little snarl in her chest that wouldn’t go away.

She pushed it down. Laughed it off. She was overthinking.

Right?

The night had been smooth at first. Kendra, Marcus, and her best friend Shanice had been vibing since sunset. Sadly, Shanice's boyfriend worked the late shift. But that was okay. They were playing spades, drinking, talking wild shit. Marcus stayed flirting, that thick-ass grin flashing every time Kendra cussed him out for reneging. Shanice was acting regular too--loud, messy, dragging her braid back over her shoulder when she laughed.

It felt good. Familiar.

Until it didn’t.

Until that little twist hit Kendra's gut, cold and slick.

She blamed it on the liquor.

Shanice started getting real touchy. Every time Marcus said something dumb, she was smacking his arm, leaning in close like she needed to whisper jokes straight into his neck. Kendra clocked it--filed it away. She wasn’t new to bitches playing dumb when they wanted what wasn’t theirs.

Still. This was Shanice. Her sister in everything but blood. They had been thick since freshman year at Southern. Survived broke apartments, cheating exes, the kind of fights that ended with both of them crying into Popeyes biscuits. Kendra trusted her.

Mostly.

The Crown bottles kept emptying. The world blurred softer at the edges.

It was Marcus’s idea to crash at his spot. "Ain’t no point driving drunk," he said, pulling Kendra into his lap like he could sweet-talk the room into shape with his hands on her thighs.

Kendra nodded, already half-asleep where she sat.

She didn’t even blink when Shanice grabbed a pillow and followed them to the back.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

---

The bedroom was small. Marcus’s room always smelled like him--Dior Sauvage and weed smoke and that cheap-ass mango lotion he swore worked better than anything else. The bed barely fit against the wall. Kendra kicked her shoes off, stripped down to just panties and an oversized tee, and climbed under the blanket.

Marcus pulled off his jeans but left his boxers on, sliding in beside her. The mattress sagged in the middle, pressing them together.

Shanice stumbled in last, still giggling to herself. She dropped onto the far side of the bed without ceremony, still fully clothed.

Kendra closed her eyes, the warmth of Marcus’s body lulling her.

Sleep started to pull at her--

--and then Shanice shifted closer.

Kendra felt it first: the tug of the blanket, the way the mattress dipped with extra weight.

The bed was too damn small. It made sense, she told herself.

But then Shanice’s hand brushed her thigh--too high, too slow--and the little snarl in Kendra’s chest snapped awake again.

She opened her eyes.

The room was dark, only the TV casting a blueish wash across the bed. Martin played muted in the background. Marcus’s breathing was deep and even--for now.

Kendra stayed still, trying to pretend like none of it was happening.

Maybe she was tripping.

Maybe she was drunk.

Maybe--

Shanice moved again. Her body pressed against Marcus’s side. Her hand slid low--lower--until Kendra saw her fingers creeping beneath the waistband of his boxers.

Kendra’s heart stopped.

For a second, time didn’t make sense. She was frozen, disconnected from her own body, watching it all unfold like a fucked-up movie.

Marcus shifted, murmured something sleepy.

Then he moved too--lifting his hips just enough to let Shanice pull his dick free.

Kendra stared, breath caught in her throat.

Shanice’s hand wrapped around him slow, deliberate, like she was testing the weight of it. Stroking lazy, teasing strokes, back and forth, squeezing just enough to make Marcus grunt low in his chest.

It should have been funny. Should have been surreal. Her best friend jacking off her man right there like it wasn’t nothing. Like Kendra was invisible.

But it wasn’t funny. It wasn’t even shocking.

It was hot.

It was disgusting.

It was devastating.

Kendra couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Could only watch, heat crawling up her spine.

Marcus’s breathing changed--rougher now, mouth falling open.

Shanice bent over him, her braid slipping forward, and swallowed him whole without hesitation.

Kendra felt the mattress rock under her as Shanice sucked him slow and sloppy. Wet sounds filled the tiny room--obscene, messy, loud as hell even with the TV still flickering noise.

Marcus’s hand slid up, tangled in Shanice’s braid, guiding her down harder on his dick.

Kendra squeezed her thighs together, furious at the way her pussy pulsed.

She should have screamed. Should have fought. Should have snatched that bitch by her scalp.

But she didn’t.

She stayed.

Watching.

Breathing shallow.

Feeling her own skin burn hotter and hotter until she thought she might explode.

When Shanice finally pulled off with a gasp, Marcus cursed under his breath, grabbing her and flipping her onto her back like it was muscle memory.

And just like that, Shanice opened her legs, panties already shoved to the side, ready for him.

No hesitation.

No shame.

No loyalty.

Marcus lined himself up--and slid into her in one deep, filthy stroke.

Kendra heard the wet slap of it. Heard Shanice’s soft moan. Heard her man--her man--say "Fuck, you so tight" under his breath like it was the sweetest thing he ever felt.

Kendra wanted to die.

Or kill them both.

Whichever came first.

She gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles ached, heart pounding against her ribs, trapped in that nightmare.

Marcus fucked Shanice slow at first, deep rolls of his hips, grinding into her like he had all the time in the world. Shanice clawed at his back, biting her lip, riding every thrust like she was trying to make it last.

The bed creaked under them, the headboard knocking soft against the wall.

Kendra squeezed her eyes shut--but the sounds were worse without seeing.

She opened them again.

And saw Shanice looking at her.

Deadass. Mid-fuck. Staring at her.

Her mouth curled into a little smirk.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Like she wanted Kendra to watch.

---

Kendra couldn’t move.

Her whole body felt wired wrong--too heavy, too light, her skin buzzing like she was about to snap in half.

She could still hear them. Every slick thrust. Every filthy moan.

She could smell the sex--thick, humid, heavy with the sharp salt of sweat and the sweeter, muskier smell of wet pussy filling the room.

Her panties clung to her, soaked straight through. She clenched her thighs tighter, but it didn’t help--the slick heat just smeared, spreading higher between her legs, making her ache in a way that made her want to scream.

Marcus fucked Shanice like he had never fucked her--like it was some kinda slow worship. Like he was memorizing the feel of her walls squeezing his dick with every slow, punishing grind of his hips.

Kendra bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood.

"Fuck... you feel too damn good," Marcus muttered, voice low and ragged.

Shanice giggled. Fucking giggled. Wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper like she owned him now.

Kendra hated them. Hated both of them. Hated the way her body was betraying her, dripping hot and shameful between her thighs while her heart cracked wide open.

Her nipples were hard under her shirt, so sensitive it hurt when the fabric brushed them.

She should have left.

She should have thrown hands.

Instead she lay there, breath catching in her throat, watching the worst night of her life unfold like it was some sick, private porn made just to humiliate her.

And God help her, she couldn’t stop looking.

Marcus picked up the pace, slamming into Shanice harder now, making the bed slam into the wall, making the whole damn room shake.

The headboard knocked out a ragged rhythm--bam, bam, bam--keeping time with every savage thrust.

Shanice’s moans got louder, higher pitched, turning into messy little sobs of pleasure.

"Shit, baby, right there--" she whined, nails digging into Marcus’s back.

Kendra felt her pussy clench around nothing, her body desperate, pathetic.

Tears burned behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

Marcus grabbed Shanice’s thighs, pushed them up higher, and started drilling into her like he was trying to fuck the soul outta her body.

Kendra could see everything--the way his dick gleamed slick with Shanice’s juices every time he pulled out just enough to slam back in.

The wet sounds were obscene, echoing in the tiny bedroom, making Kendra’s thighs tremble.

She slid one hand under the blanket without thinking, fingers brushing the drenched cotton between her legs.

She gasped, barely muffling it.

She was soaked. Not just damp--soaked. Her panties clung to her like a second skin, sticky and hot.

Her clit throbbed under her touch, desperate for pressure, for friction, for anything.

Kendra froze, horrified at herself.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

She yanked her hand away, burying it under her pillow, heart hammering against her ribs.

She shouldn’t want this. She shouldn’t want anything.

But her body didn’t give a fuck about pride.

Her body wanted to be split open like Shanice. Wanted to be used and stretched and ruined.

Marcus was panting now, his voice rough and broken.

"Shit--you bout to make me nut--" he growled.

Kendra’s stomach twisted painfully.

He slammed into Shanice one last brutal time and held there, buried to the hilt, hips jerking as he spilled inside her.

Shanice gasped, shuddering, gripping the sheets like she was trying to anchor herself.

The room fell quiet except for the sound of all three of them breathing ragged and broken.

Kendra lay there, muscles locked, tears leaking down her cheeks even as her pussy throbbed hollow and empty.

Marcus slumped over Shanice, muttering something Kendra couldn’t hear.

After a few seconds, he rolled off to the side--right into Kendra’s space.

His arm flopped across her waist like he had the right.

She flinched so hard he stirred.

His eyes cracked open, heavy and hazy.

"Kendra...?" His voice was hoarse, confused, like he just now remembered she was there.

Her mouth opened. Closed. No sound came out.

Marcus blinked, sluggish, brain still drowning in post-nut haze.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t apologize.

Didn’t even look guilty enough.

The betrayal slammed into her chest like a punch.

Kendra shoved his arm off her like it was crawling with roaches and scrambled out of the bed.

The room spun--she didn’t know if it was the liquor or the heartbreak--but she stayed on her feet.

Neither of them said a word.

Marcus just lay there, dick still half-hard and glistening with Shanice’s wetness, looking dazed.

Shanice pulled the blanket up over herself, smirking again like she didn’t give a fuck.

Kendra grabbed her shit with trembling hands--phone, shoes, purse--and stumbled out into the night barefoot.

The door slammed behind her, rattling in the frame.

---

Outside, the air was knife-cold against her burning skin.

Kendra stood on the porch, gasping, her heart beating so loud it drowned out the whole damn world.

Tears streaked her face, hot and humiliating.

She wanted to sink into the ground. Wanted to disappear.

Instead she pulled out her phone with shaking fingers and texted the first person she thought of.

Trey.

Trey, her old situationship. Tall, tatted, a dark skin nigga who was a little too rough around the edges. Always lurking. Always down.

She didn’t even hesitate.

"Where you at?"

He responded in thirty seconds.

"Slide thru. Door unlocked."

---

Kendra didn’t think. She didn’t breathe.

She just drove.

Still barefoot, still half-dressed, still soaking through her damn panties.

By the time she pulled up to Trey’s apartment, she was vibrating with fury and shame and a filthy, desperate hunger that scared her.

Trey opened the door shirtless, tattoos gleaming under the porchlight.

He took one look at her face and didn’t ask no questions.

Just stepped aside, let her walk in.

Kendra dropped her purse and grabbed him by the waistband of his sweats, dragging him down for a kiss so filthy it made her knees buckle.

Trey caught her by the ass, lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing, and carried her straight to the couch.

Her shirt was gone before she even hit the cushions.

Her panties were ripped down her legs a second later, soaking wet and humiliatingly sticky.

Trey pulled back, looking down at her glistening pussy with a low, hungry growl.

"Damn, ma... who had you this fuckin' wet?"

Kendra didn’t answer.

She didn’t wanna think.

She just wanted to fuck the betrayal out of her bones.

---

Trey spread Kendra’s thighs wide, tongue flicking fast over her clit, but it barely registered.

She gripped the couch cushion until her knuckles burned, her head thrown back, body betraying her, slick and trembling--but the pleasure was thin. Weak. Like rubbing against a wound that refused to close.

He was trying, she knew that much. Trey was hungry, rough, doing all the right nasty shit she normally loved--biting the soft inside of her thigh, sucking her clit until it popped under his lips, sliding two fingers deep and crooking them just right.

But Kendra’s body stayed locked up. Angry. Starving.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force herself into it.

But every time she started getting close, every time her toes curled and her breath hitched, the image slammed into her mind--

Marcus.

Shanice.

Marcus buried between Shanice’s legs, groaning like he couldn’t live without the taste of her.

Kendra’s throat closed up. She slapped Trey’s shoulder hard.

"Get up. Just--fuck me."

Trey blinked, surprised, but nodded. He wiped his mouth, yanked his sweats down, and fished out his dick--already thick and pulsing for her.

Kendra climbed into his lap, straddling him, gripping his shoulders.
She didn’t kiss him. Didn’t smile.
Just grabbed his dick, lined it up, and sank down onto him in one rough, punishing move.

Trey groaned loud, hands shooting to her hips.

"Shit, girl--you tryna kill me?"

Kendra didn’t answer. She started riding him hard, no rhythm, just fury--using him like a living dildo, trying to pound the ache out of her body.

Her phone buzzed against the floor nearby. Once. Twice. Again.

She ignored it.

Trey tried to kiss her. She turned her head, shoving his face into her neck instead.

He grabbed handfuls of her ass, helping her bounce, grunting low and desperate.

"You so fuckin’ tight, baby... fuck..."

Kendra bounced harder. Faster. Sweat breaking out along her spine.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Still not deep enough.

Still not messy enough.

Still too clean compared to what she needed.

She squeezed her eyes shut--and let herself remember.

Marcus groaning.

Shanice’s legs shaking.

The slick, filthy slap of them fucking inches away from her face.

The wet glisten of Marcus’s dick sliding in and out of Shanice’s soaked pussy.

Her pussy spasmed around Trey’s cock, tight and furious.

Her phone buzzed again--vibrating nonstop now.

Kendra snapped.

She slammed her hips down brutally, grinding in hard circles, chasing the orgasm she couldn’t reach.

Trey gasped, struggling to hold her pace.

"Kendra, baby--fuck--"

She wasn’t listening.

She clawed at his chest, nails dragging deep lines down his pecs.

She felt the orgasm building--still stubborn, still stuck--until she gave up and gave in.

She pictured Marcus.

Not just Marcus fucking Shanice.

Marcus cumming inside Shanice.

Marcus groaning her name, buried balls-deep in her best friend, pumping rope after filthy rope into a pussy that wasn’t hers.

The betrayal, the filth, the humiliation--it all fused together, white-hot, blinding.

Kendra threw her head back and screamed through her teeth as the orgasm crashed over her.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t sweet.

It was violent.

It ripped through her like fire, thighs trembling, pussy clenching tight around Trey’s cock in brutal, savage spasms.

She kept grinding, wringing every last pulse out of it, desperate to burn it out of herself.

Trey cursed, losing control, grabbing her hips and pumping up into her fast, sloppy strokes.

He nutted hard, gasping into her neck, flooding her pussy with heat.

Kendra didn’t care. Didn’t even notice.

She rode him through it until her muscles gave out and she collapsed against his chest, trembling, wet, furious.

Her phone buzzed again, still vibrating wildly across the floor.

She laid there for a second, panting, sweaty, feeling emptier than she ever had in her life.

Trey tried to stroke her back, murmuring soft shit she didn’t even hear.

She pushed off him roughly, standing up on shaky legs.

His cum leaked down her thigh. She didn’t bother wiping it away.

She grabbed her phone with hands that barely worked.

The screen was lit up with notifications.

Marcus:

> "Baby I’m sorry. It was the liquor. I wasn’t thinking."

Marcus:

> "Come back. Let’s talk. Please."

Shanice:

> "Kendra please don’t hate me. I didn’t mean it. I was so drunk. You my sister."

Marcus:

> "I love you. She don’t mean nothing to me. Come home."

Kendra laughed--a harsh, ugly sound.

Home?

Fuck a home.

She opened the message thread, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

For a second she just stared, heart hammering, breathing shallow.

The rage boiled up again--pure, white-hot, cleansing.

Not sadness.

Not grief.

Revenge.

She smiled--sharp, cruel.

And started typing.

> "You better save your energy. You're gonna need it when I make y’all fuck in front of me again."

She hit send without hesitation.

Then cut her phone off and dropped the phone face down on the couch.

And for the first time that night, Kendra finally felt peace.