This is what I want to see. This is the view I need to have. This. Over and over again. I want to watch you taken in front of me. Deeply. Roughly. I want to watch a man better than me. Bigger than me. I want to watch him fuck the woman I love. And I want her to revel in it. I want you to throw your head back. Beg him to fuck you deeper. Beg him to take you harder. Faster. I want him to look at me across the room. Pants around my feet. Me anxiously jerking my cock while he fucks you. While he takes you completely. I want to sit there and take it. Red-faced in shame and embarrassment. Jealous to no end. When my eyes meet his, I want him to know that he’s making me his bitch by wrecking your pussy. When your eyes meet mine, you want me to know that there’s nothing I can do to stop this. This is happening. This is real. I brought this on myself. You’re getting what you want and so am I. I know you love me. I know that. But the shame and humiliation of the moment is powerful and it sets aside everything else that is going on in the world. The only thing that is happening is that you are getting fucked in front of me. You are loving every minute of it. I can see it on your face. You’ve decided you love this as much as I do. You are beginning to crave the look of degradation in my eyes as much as you love the pounding your new lover is delivering. There is no going back. Once you’ve been made to witness the woman you love being taken by a black man, things will never be the same. And why would I want them to be?