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Camila, Manny, and Charlie [NSFW]


TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE, BESTIALITY, DOMINATION, SUBMISSION, VULGARITY, CHILD ABUSE

Manny came home to a very naked Camila, completely akimbo on the bed, masturbating while looking at something on her phone. He was curious what his wife was looking at as she pleased herself, but she turned her phone off as she saw her husband approach her.

He gave her the eyebrows as he watched her from the doorway. “Permission to enter, my love?” he asked her, knowing it drove her crazy when he restrained himself.

“Permission granted,” she said imperiously, making no move to cover herself or stop. She watched her husband approach the bed, ogling all of her gratefully. She enjoyed putting on a show for him from time to time and it’d been a while, he thought. So this is why she gave him a time to be home! He wondered what she was looking at again, but he didn’t ask. He didn’t want to dispel the magic and cock block himself talking about what was most likely some pornography to stimulate and titillate her mind. Perhaps it was erotic fiction. She read that from time to time and sometimes wrote her own.

Camila blew him a kiss, her fingers maneuvering deftly over her clit as she teased him visually, inviting him to rape her. Inviting him to lose control and give her all he’s got.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the bed to see if she’d let him sit down. She loved getting him to the end of his tether and then letting him run wild. The heightened tension led to crazy and wild sexual delights. It was rape, all the same, the narrator would like to remind you heathens. Some women truly appreciated that, but most could not tolerate it. Most women being filmed for pornography are being raped, might we add.

Camila nodded at him, getting more excited to be viewed, wishing Diego was alongside him. Or just Diego inside her… she could leave her husband out of the equation altogether. She’d tried to already on three separate occasions, actually. The third time, Diego told her to stop disgracing herself and he turned away, making himself sparse after that. Still, the other man had gotten in her head and under her skin. She loved his long hair, his dark eyes, his broad shoulders, his soft hands… everything about him, she thought.

Her husband leaned in close to her thighs, kissing each one delicately, which made her moan. She pretended it wasn’t him at all. Which is also rape, you assholes. Camila was raping her husband. She was offering to be raped in trade so no questions were asked. This is a pretty common and shitty thing human beings were wont to do.

He tentatively fingered the entrance of her birthing canal, looking up at her for permission every step of the way. This had happened countless times in the past twelve years, really. Soon, she would stop doing it for herself and pull his mouth to her clit to demand that he worship her with his tongue until she climaxed. He teased the wet slit with his index finger, appreciating how it glistened already. That would make it much easier to fuck when she was ready for it and he was already looking forward to entering her.

She whimpered, her body getting tense like a drawn bow. As soon as she was so close she couldn’t stand it, she pulled his face against her body. “Pay homage,” she demanded of him. He loved it when she was domineering like this. It turned him on like little else could. He complied, rubbing his tongue against her clitoris dutifully, spelling out “I love you” with the tip of it. She screamed, coming suddenly as his finger penetrated her. Her hips began to move, pushing against the digit he’d inserted into her as well as his face.

He continued licking away, knowing she’d tell him when she was ready to receive him. She shook and trembled, moaning as her fingers caressed his bare scalp in return. “Diego,” she moaned, saying the wrong name out loud in the throes of ecstasy. Manny stopped, stood up, and left the room abruptly. Camila laid there, pouting like an imbecile at her husband’s retreating back. She’d just raped her husband and was unhappy he didn’t feel good about it. What a shit stain.

Camila looked at Charlie, their Irish wolfhound. She made a noise at him to beckon him to her. He eagerly complied, jumping up on the bed. His ears were forward, showing his interest. He’d done this deed a few times now and always enjoyed it. He buried his snout in Camila’s crotch, shaking his head from side to side to get close to lick at her clit and snatch. His long tongue was soft and smooth as it rubbed against her sensitive places. The woman was deep in the throes of passion again within moments, spreading her legs further apart to give the dog full access. After five minutes of constant lapping, she rolled over onto all fours and thrust her ass in the air so Charlie could mount her. She’d learned from experience to over-exaggerate the position to line up with the incoming animal appendage properly. She was more than eager for more and more sensual pleasure and it did not matter to her where it came from anymore.

Manny had walked in on this before, too. He figured Charlie was consenting and Camila herself was consenting, so he shouldn’t judge, but he did find it bizarre and challenging to his sense of morals and ethics. This time was no different. He’d come back to try to talk to her and instead watched them both from the doorway. The whole thing was turning him on, even though he didn’t want it to, and he found his hand in his pants in no time.

The dog was definitely enjoying himself. His tongue was out as he panted, thrusting mightily into the woman who was beneath his paws. Camila was whimpering and panting in lust and pleasure, her own body moving to meet the dog’s thrusting hips. She looked like a whore, smiling from ear to ear as she took the dog’s cock.

There was something in Camila’s wild abandon that had Manny turned inside out. He hated himself as he stroked his wood, but he couldn’t help it. He was being subjected to watching his dog fuck his wife. Because he found his wife a source of erotic reaction, he was enjoying it against his conscious will.

She raped him again, doing that. Just like this raped you, dear reader.

Camila screamed in ecstasy, drooling messily as the dog continued to ram into her, her body shaking and trembling. She looked helpless and lost as the animal succumbed to his nature. He couldn’t help it after being invited to violate the woman intimately. She was extremely pleased with having just trimmed Charlie’s nails; last time she gave in and invited him to finish her, his nails were rough and sharp on her skin as he scrabbled for purchase to keep thrusting.

Camila, although at her sensual limit, moved a hand to her clit and continued to play with herself as the dog ravaged her pussy. Charlie disconnected suddenly, getting down to lick at her vagina again, nuzzling her labia to force more aroused liquid out of the woman.

To hell with this! Manny thought. He pushed Charlie aside and mounted his woman himself, sliding his cock into her pussy deftly. Then, he copied Charlie, humping her with a steady, forceful thrusting of his hips, his hands going to her tits to squeeze them together and pinch her nipples at the same time. He had leaned over her, grunting into her ear as he derived pleasure from her. The dog watched, his nose getting between them occasionally and his tongue getting involved as Manny thrust again and again, sinking himself deep into his wife’s void.

Camila didn’t care that she’d switched partners at all, it seemed. She continued to moan and scream in pleasure, her hips backing into her husband’s as he gathered her long hair up into his fist and pulled her head back. He picked up the speed, ready to climax. She’d already climaxed multiple times and he was ready to join her, oddly highly aroused by watching the bestiality take place. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she screamed, completely feral and lost to sensation, coming again all over her husband’s cock.

He grunted loud and hard as his own release came, but he didn’t stop. She clearly wanted to go so far overboard it was absurd. He kept his strokes even and fast, intending to go until he had nothing left to give. [Raping himself, might I add.]

Manny tapped out shortly thereafter, becoming flaccid, but Charlie was definitely ready for more. He had his nose in her crotch in no time, licking away, trying to force her body to produce more lubrication for his own dick to return to her nether region. Before long, he was mounted up again. Camila was still drooling, making a mess.

Was his wife on drugs? Manny wondered as he watched her. It looked like it was the most enjoyable fuckfest she’d ever experienced. Her back was arching at regular intervals, her noises were loud and furious, and it just kept going. Charlie, being a dog, could continue for at least eight hours if he was allowed to call the shots.

Manny found himself aroused again before long, and when the dog dismounted a second time, he took over once more. This time, he went slow and sweet, trying to make it last so he could enjoy it for as long as possible with Camila. He figured his wife might enjoy it, too, but she looked at him over her shoulder with a sneer and crashed her hips into his, taking what she wanted. He grunted again as he climaxed faster than he wanted to, coming inside of her. Instead of continuing like the first time, he withdrew. To his surprise, she beckoned Charlie over to keep going.

At this point, Manny was sick. There was something wrong with his wife. There was something wrong with this and everything that had happened that evening. He’d never seen a woman do something like this, especially not for this long, and it became clear to him that she didn’t care about making love anymore. She only cared about coming as hard as she could as many times as she could, and it didn’t matter to her who was giving her said pleasure.

She could keep Charlie, he thought. He was ready to leave her. She clearly had a thing for Diego, like Sansara had warned him when she told him not to tell her who made their anniversary lasagna. He needed a lady like Sansara, someone who would fight to the death for him. Not someone who was going to latch onto his best friend and his dog for mindless fucking. [Mindless fucking is rape, y’all.]

He left her there with Charlie and went out for a drink, texting Danny. He knew his best pal was busy with Sansara, proposing to her. He was hesitant to reach out to Diego since he was apparently the apple of his wife’s eye. He knew Diego was good-looking and charming and all that, but he thought they were birds of a feather, himself.

Danny and Manny ended up getting high and talking for hours before Manny approached the subject of what happened with his wife. “Man, I gotta level with you, Danny. I had the stupidest, most wretched day today. I walked in on my wife ready to do the wild thang and I get her there and she calls out Diego on me, which upset me so I left… She continued doing it with the dog, dude. I came back to talk to her and after a minute, it just… I don’t know. It got me all hard, dude, so when the dog took a break, I just let her have it. Twice, actually. But I think she might be on drugs, she just kept going like a mindless whore. I’m pretty sure I’m leaving her, but damn, bro. I need advice, you know?”

Danny was chill when it came to talking about the weird sex shit, so Manny wasn’t really that embarrassed to bring it up. He didn’t expect Danny to look at him wide-eyed. “She did what? She called out Diego’s name? Bro, that ain’t right!

“Dude, that had to suck and hit you in the feels bad, bro,” Danny handed him some chips to snack on. “I’m so sorry, man. I know you really dig Camila. Are you going to try marriage counseling? I hear that shit works if you both try hard.” Danny hadn’t been married yet. Danny was the kind of guy who just let the chips fall where they may. [Fight Club]

“We’ve been together for thirteen years, bro. We just had our thirteenth anniversary yesterday. In fact, this lady I barely know gave me everything to make the night magical, and we made love for the first time in a while, too, and she tells me not to stay out with Diego for too long today. She tells me to come home after a couple hours. I thought she was being a saucy maiden for me, but then she calls his name out as she comes. I don’t know if there’s any way to save this… There’s something wrong with that woman,” Manny said, then went quiet again, as stoned people are wont to do.

“Dude, you don’t know what Camila is going through, don’t just discount her for no reason. You fell in love with her somehow, didn’t you? She’s gotta be in there somewhere, y’know? People don’t change that much just ‘cuz, y’know? But I mean, I haven’t been married yet, maybe my advice is bad, bro. Don’t just throw away thirteen years just like that, that’s all I’m sayin’,” Danny replied.

“You know, I don’t know Camila all that well,” Danny admitted. “Is it possible she just wants more spice in the bedroom? Are you open to that idea? I mean, the dog thing is pretty far out there, man, but I heard it before. I knew this lady who had an impossibly high sex drive once, she told me she kept adopting male dogs that weren’t fixed so she could get off as much as she wanted to. I thought it was bizarre, but you know, the dog was more than willing. I wouldn’t date a lady who liked to fuck their dog, though, ‘cuz I mean, germs and stuff,” Danny finished.

Manny found himself nodding, remembering the dog coming between him and Camila in an erotic way that had heightened the experience at the same time it bothered him. His boundaries were crossed.

“Yeah but dude, Diego told me she came onto him like two years ago. He didn’t really give me details but he told me it was at my own birthday party. How sick is that shit? I put thought into that. If she’s been wanting to bone Diego this whole time, why’s she with me? To get close to him? Man, I wanna call him a bastard when I know she was the one who wants to cheat, not him. Unless something did happen. Do you think Diego would lie about that? I don’t, but I gotta consider everything since Cam’s been lying to me this whole time,” Manny told his buddy.

Danny frowned, also looking perplexed. “I don’t know, dude. Diego’s a great guy. He had eyes only for that bitch for ages, y’know? He was like a damn dog with her — oh, sorry, I didn’t meant to trigger you again,” Danny paused as Manny flinched. He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Dude, I think this is rape. I’m not like an expert on it, but the way you’re acting is not cool, I mean, it’s not healthy and that’s not cool.” He looked at his friend with concern.

Manny sat back on the couch, his face blank. “Wait, this is rape? Dude, is it really? Wait, I have to look it up and be sure,” he said, finally. It would explain his cognitive dissonance, after all. The fact that his brain was abhorred by the act while his body was delighted to do it. The mixed information, coupled with the crossed boundaries, was driving him insane. He was, in short, feeling like shit for his body being in a state of euphoria while his brain was in the frame of mind akin to guilt and shame.

Wikipedia to the rescue! [5/23/2022, 9:41 PM] “Rape is a type of sexual assault usually involving sexual intercourse or other forms of sexual penetration carried out against a person without that person’s consent.”

He read it out loud a few times, letting it sink into his stoned brain. “Dude, it sounds like rape. If you do divorce, you should use it as the grounds for divorce. I hear rape makes divorce real messy, but usually the victim or victims are given the upper hand, y’know? I don’t want to see your life go down the shitter like Tony, dude,” Danny told him.

Tony lost everything in divorce. His house, his car, half his pension. All because he’d raped his woman and she left him for it. He got real depressed and started eating all kinds of fast food and drinking, trying to fill the void of his departed wife with stuff. He was a hot mess, no bones about it. Nobody wanted to be Tony. They were both still puzzled why he didn’t just go to counseling.

“I guess I need to think this over more carefully,” Manny said slowly. “But man, Camila’s got me so pissed off right now.”

“Manny… she crossed a really big line tonight, calling out another dude’s name on you just like that,” Danny said to him. “It’s within your rights to hold it against her for as long as you want to. She’s cheated on you emotionally, dude.” They were getting sober finally, so there were a lot fewer dudes and bros in their back and forth speech.

Manny was nodding. “It sounds like she been cheatin’ on me for years, bro, that’s why I’m ready to call it and kick her ass to the curb.” Danny knew Camila was going to regret all this, because Manny told him once how he just handed her hundreds of dollars to spend every month. She didn’t even have a job. She traded in a seriously cushy life to fornicate in the name of the best friend.

“Dude, you want some bud for later? I got plenty and I think you’re going to need it,” Danny said, offering a quarter ounce to his friend. This was an atypically large gift on Danny’s part, but Manny always insisted on paying anyway.

“Dude, you are the best. I think you’re right, yeah. Thank you so much for hooking me up. I hate driving to the dispensary. How much did this pretty lady set you back?” he asked his buddy, holding the quarter ounce of cannabis with reverence. He studied the tight buds, pleased to be taking some with him, especially since he didn’t smoke and drive.

“Sixty bucks, but today it’s on the house. I got a strange feeling you’re going to need every penny you’ve got for a while. At least ’til you sort this divorce thing out. I suggest cutting Camila off from your bank account, by the way. If you don’t, she might try to spend you out of house and home, knowing she screwed up so badly. But also you should know that’s a sign of something way deeper going on, like maybe she was a victim of child abuse and she’s having to face it suddenly, or shit like that,” Danny warned his friend. Danny was a crisis counselor by day.

Manny just looked at Danny, frowning. “I’ll put a hold on her credit card and keep my wallet safe from her. Thanks for the head’s up… What do you think would be best for Camila? Do you know a good head shrinker I can put her in contact with to talk her problems out? Maybe someone who also does marriage counseling?” Danny could have seen Camila, but he didn’t want to mix friends with a potential ex-wife. He also wanted her to feel free to open up to someone who wouldn’t accidentally tell him jack shit. He believed in privacy.

“Oh, yeah, totally. This lady named Jill up at Sandhill,” he said, getting him a copy of her card. It was his girlfriend’s therapist. “She’s so great. Cassandra has been going to see her for like two years and made leaps and bounds of progress with all the shit going on with her. I’m so proud of her, dude,” Danny finished, smiling dreamily as he thought about Cassandra. He stopped himself suddenly, remembering how shitty Manny’s life had become that evening. “Sorry, was thinking about my girl a minute there.”

“Oh, no, Danny! Dude, it’s okay. I’m actually glad for you, bro. She’s the best one yet, if you ask me. You going to put a ring on her finger someday?” he nudged Danny’s leg with his foot, trying to imply he should do just that. Immediately, actually.

“Actually… crazy story… I was just starting to think that myself. Time to walk down the aisle. I don’t like being in juxtaposition with you, though, man. I want everyone to be happy, y’know?” Danny gave him an apologetic smile. Manny nodded to him.

“Dude, I totally get it. I think I’m going to go crash at my parents’ house tonight so Camila knows she’s up shit creek without a paddle… or maybe I’ll see how Diego is doing… I wonder what he’d say about it all, considering she wants to fuck his brains out, apparently. I shoulda told her Diego is living with his mistress or something. I bet she’d stop being a cunt in no time,” Manny said.

“Whoa. Diego has a mistress? Since when?” Danny asked, taking him at face value.

“Well, he got separated last year from Cheryl and divorced like six months ago officially, so Sansara is not really a mistress. He want to marry that lady, though, he took me ring shopping just today and is out to dinner with her tonight to propose. I got her card right here if you wanna meet her. She’s a reiki healer and psychic,” Manny said as he dug out Sansara’s card and passed it on.

“A reiki healer? We could use one of those in our counseling center, honestly. I’ll have to give her a ring,” he said and then glanced down at the card, frowning slightly. “Or a ping on Discord… looks like there’s no phone number.”

“Nope, she don’t use the phone if she don’t have to, bro. She says it burns her metaphysical hands, though I still don’t think I really know what that means, it sounds awful,” Manny told him.

Danny scratched his head, thinking about that. How can a cell phone burn someone’s metaphysical hands? What were metaphysical hands? He would have to ask this Sansara chick. He was going to offer her a job after he spoke to his team about the idea tomorrow. He’d had a truly positive experience with reiki healing and believed it was often a great tool for calming down anxiety and stress temporarily, which would benefit both the counselors and those in counseling alike.


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