Framemaxxx
Formerly @1SIS
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Busted Balls-Deep
Scene: Living room, 1 a.m. I sneak in quietly, shirt untucked, belt loose, neck marked with fresh hickeys, still buzzing from the night.
Me (muttering to myself, half-smiling):Fuck… @jeffersonmogs54321 drained me completely. No rubber, no pulling out, just straight-up begging for more. Sneaking around is exhausting, but damn, it’s worth it.
(Lights flick on. @1blameclavicular is standing there in her robe, arms crossed, holding my second phone. The screen shows a chain of explicit texts and a photo of her spread open with my cum leaking out.)
@1blameclavicular (voice low and sharp):“Gonna breed you again tomorrow while she’s asleep.” Sent at 12:52. Right when you said you were “stuck at the office.” Real smooth.
Me (heart dropping, trying to recover):Babe—shit, that’s… that’s not—look, it was a stupid mistake. One night. She came on strong, I was drunk—
@1blameclavicular (steps closer, holds up the phone):One night? Your calendar has “late meetings” every Thursday for the last three months. Your gym bag smells like her perfume and sex. And this voice note— (plays it briefly: her moaning “fuck me harder than your wife ever lets you”) —that’s not drunk. That’s routine.
Me (voice shaky):Okay… it’s been going on a while. But it’s just physical! She does things—rough stuff, no limits. You never—
@1blameclavicular (cuts me off, eyes flashing):Don’t you dare finish that. You think I don’t know what you want? You think I haven’t noticed you checking out every tight ass that walks by? Instead of talking to me, you went and buried your dick in some eager side chick who sends you mirror selfies with your load on her tits.
(Front door opens—no knock. @jeffersonmogs54321 walks in wearing my oversized hoodie (unzipped, nothing underneath), hair tousled, carrying my keys and a small bottle of lube like it’s no big deal.)
@jeffersonmogs54321 (smirking, casual):Babe, you left your keys and this at my place. Also your boxers—they’re soaked. (sees @1blameclavicular, doesn’t flinch) Oh. Hey, wife. Didn’t expect company.
@1blameclavicular (turns to her, furious):You’re the one who’s been fucking my husband raw and sending me proof?
@jeffersonmogs54321 (shrugs, leans on the doorframe):He likes the evidence. Keeps him hard all day at work. Right, big boy? Tell her how you love when I ride you till you can’t think straight.
Me (panicking):This isn’t—babe, let me explain—
@1blameclavicular (to me):Explain what? That you’ve been coming home with her taste on your lips, kissing our kids goodnight after pounding her for hours? That you’ve been risking everything for some easy pussy?
@jeffersonmogs54321 (laughs softly):Easy? I make him work for it. He cums harder when he knows he’s being bad.
@1blameclavicular (snaps at her):Get out of my house. Now. Take your lube and your attitude with you.
@jeffersonmogs54321 (winks at me):Text when the coast is clear, daddy. Door’s always open.
(She saunters out, leaving the door ajar. @1blameclavicular turns back to me, voice breaking but steel underneath.)
@1blameclavicular:Pack your shit. You’re not staying here tonight. Or ever again. The kids stay with me. You can go crash with your cum-rag.
Me (desperate):Babe, please… I fucked up bad. I love you. We can fix this—therapy, whatever.
@1blameclavicular (points to the door):Love? You don’t love me. You love getting off behind my back. Go finish what you started with her. And if I find one more photo, one more text, one more trace of her on your phone or anywhere else… I’ll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of man you are.
(I grab my keys, head down. As I reach the door she adds quietly
@1blameclavicular:Delete everything. Every pic, every video. If I ever see her face again—even in your search history—I’ll burn your whole life down.
(Door slams behind me. Blackout on the living room, her standing alone, breathing hard.)
@wishicouldascend @LukaKhang @mohi_100 @NotsoNolann @itssoover0457
BTW @1blameclavicular and @jeffersonmogs54321 I made this shit in 30 sec with grok.
- Me (played by me/ 1sis: The cheating husband – first-person narrator, the guy sneaking home after hooking up, trying (and failing) to talk his way out of getting caught.
@1blameclavicular Role: The wife – the betrayed spouse who discovers the affair, confronts both you and the side piece, and ultimately kicks you out with zero mercy. - @jeffersonmogs54321Role: The mistress / side piece – the bold, shameless other woman who shows up uninvited at the house, brags about the sex, and walks out like she owns the place.
Scene: Living room, 1 a.m. I sneak in quietly, shirt untucked, belt loose, neck marked with fresh hickeys, still buzzing from the night.
Me (muttering to myself, half-smiling):Fuck… @jeffersonmogs54321 drained me completely. No rubber, no pulling out, just straight-up begging for more. Sneaking around is exhausting, but damn, it’s worth it.
(Lights flick on. @1blameclavicular is standing there in her robe, arms crossed, holding my second phone. The screen shows a chain of explicit texts and a photo of her spread open with my cum leaking out.)
@1blameclavicular (voice low and sharp):“Gonna breed you again tomorrow while she’s asleep.” Sent at 12:52. Right when you said you were “stuck at the office.” Real smooth.
Me (heart dropping, trying to recover):Babe—shit, that’s… that’s not—look, it was a stupid mistake. One night. She came on strong, I was drunk—
@1blameclavicular (steps closer, holds up the phone):One night? Your calendar has “late meetings” every Thursday for the last three months. Your gym bag smells like her perfume and sex. And this voice note— (plays it briefly: her moaning “fuck me harder than your wife ever lets you”) —that’s not drunk. That’s routine.
Me (voice shaky):Okay… it’s been going on a while. But it’s just physical! She does things—rough stuff, no limits. You never—
@1blameclavicular (cuts me off, eyes flashing):Don’t you dare finish that. You think I don’t know what you want? You think I haven’t noticed you checking out every tight ass that walks by? Instead of talking to me, you went and buried your dick in some eager side chick who sends you mirror selfies with your load on her tits.
(Front door opens—no knock. @jeffersonmogs54321 walks in wearing my oversized hoodie (unzipped, nothing underneath), hair tousled, carrying my keys and a small bottle of lube like it’s no big deal.)
@jeffersonmogs54321 (smirking, casual):Babe, you left your keys and this at my place. Also your boxers—they’re soaked. (sees @1blameclavicular, doesn’t flinch) Oh. Hey, wife. Didn’t expect company.
@1blameclavicular (turns to her, furious):You’re the one who’s been fucking my husband raw and sending me proof?
@jeffersonmogs54321 (shrugs, leans on the doorframe):He likes the evidence. Keeps him hard all day at work. Right, big boy? Tell her how you love when I ride you till you can’t think straight.
Me (panicking):This isn’t—babe, let me explain—
@1blameclavicular (to me):Explain what? That you’ve been coming home with her taste on your lips, kissing our kids goodnight after pounding her for hours? That you’ve been risking everything for some easy pussy?
@jeffersonmogs54321 (laughs softly):Easy? I make him work for it. He cums harder when he knows he’s being bad.
@1blameclavicular (snaps at her):Get out of my house. Now. Take your lube and your attitude with you.
@jeffersonmogs54321 (winks at me):Text when the coast is clear, daddy. Door’s always open.
(She saunters out, leaving the door ajar. @1blameclavicular turns back to me, voice breaking but steel underneath.)
@1blameclavicular:Pack your shit. You’re not staying here tonight. Or ever again. The kids stay with me. You can go crash with your cum-rag.
Me (desperate):Babe, please… I fucked up bad. I love you. We can fix this—therapy, whatever.
@1blameclavicular (points to the door):Love? You don’t love me. You love getting off behind my back. Go finish what you started with her. And if I find one more photo, one more text, one more trace of her on your phone or anywhere else… I’ll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of man you are.
(I grab my keys, head down. As I reach the door she adds quietly
@1blameclavicular:Delete everything. Every pic, every video. If I ever see her face again—even in your search history—I’ll burn your whole life down.
(Door slams behind me. Blackout on the living room, her standing alone, breathing hard.)
@wishicouldascend @LukaKhang @mohi_100 @NotsoNolann @itssoover0457
BTW @1blameclavicular and @jeffersonmogs54321 I made this shit in 30 sec with grok.
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