I picked up the phone. It had buzzed again, the umpteenth time it had chirruped and announced a new video message. Each time it had been like someone stabbing some rusted, ragged blade into my heart. This time was no different - Alice's hand, wedding band gleaming, covering her bare pussy. Slowly the hand was pulled aside, revealing her sloppy wet hole ... sperm oozing out of it. A lot of sperm. More than one man could have produced. Giggling could be heard off camera then female fingers appeared, slipping easily into my wife's cunt. One, two, three then four, a tucked thumb and I was watching my wife's cum-filled vagina being fisted by, I imagined, my ex-wife, Melody.
Another clip, just showing Alice's pretty face, smiling serenely into the camera. Then, out of nowhere, blast after blast of sperm splattered all over the left side of her face. She just kept smiling at me, even as the seed dripped down her cheek and down onto her chest. Another jet of spunk hit her from the other side, her face getting messier and messier. Still she smiled like nothing was happening. Over and over, more and more cum being plastered all over her beautiful visage until she was completely, totally covered in it.
A third clip, a longer one this time. Alice was nude outside a changing room in some shop.
"Hi, honey," she said. "This shop is awesome, they have some really great clothes but, you know, best of all ... they help you with the fittings. Like ... well, you'll see."
She swept back the curtain of one of the fitting cubicles and there stood a naked black man. Naked except for some kind of name badge hanging on a cord around his neck. She grinned at me / the camera and entered the cubicle. The person holding the camera tried to follow, but Alice shook her finger reprovingly.
"Now, come on ... a girl's got to have privacy while she gets changed, right?"
The curtain was swept back and, seconds later, all we - myself and the camera person - could hear was the sounds of Alice screaming and grunting with pleasure, the black man obviously fucking her hard inside the cubicle.
Another clip followed it up, showing the cubicle curtain being thrown aside, the black male walking out, Alice standing against the wall behind him, sweat covering her body, pussy leaking sperm, chest heaving.
"Enjoy yourself?" Melody said from behind the camera. Alice merely grinned and nodded.
"Round Two, cunt!" a loud, male voice bellowed and a new man, cock stiff as rock and just grotesquely large, entered the cubicle. This time they didn't shut the curtain and the video ended with the man fucking Alice while holding her up in the air, hips working hard to pump my wife's pussy as hard as he could while bearing all her weight on his muscular arms.
"Oh yes, you black ... mother ... FUCKER!" Alice screamed as 12 inches of cock slammed into her stretched pussy again and again. "Oh, Jesus fucking ... feels so fucking good ... getting fucked like this ... just ... going to ... make me ... fucking CUM AGAIN!"
I could see her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth a silent O as the man continued to batter her pussy with ruthless thrusts. Her whole body was spasming and bucking against him, but he didn't let up for a second. Unintelligible sounds - grunts, squawks, screams and more - poured forth from my wife as her orgasm turned her into one seething mass of pleasure. And it went on and on - I'd never seen a woman so utterly consumed by such feelings and sensations before ... but there she was, my lovely wife, turned into a ... I don't even know how to describe it.
Consciousness and awareness finally returned after a while and the man, satisfied, thrust himself to the balls and growled. I could see clearly that he was cumming deep inside my wife ... and I foolishly thought that was it. Oh no ... he just grinned at my wife, who was smiling in a bleary sort of way at him.
"Round three..." and started fucking her again. He'd just cum and he was still, clearly, solid as rock! Even in my fragile state, I had to admire the man for his stamina! I'd have been out for the night if that were me ... and he was going again instantaneously!
"Oh God, yes!" Alice shouted. "Ladies ... ladies ... you've got to fuck ... get fucked by a black guy. Do it ... please ... do it today! Do it as soon as you can! See ... oh God, I can't ... another FUCKING ... AAAHHHHHHH!"
As I listened to the incredible sounds of my wife cumming again, so soon after her last orgasm, Melody changed the view. Turning, she showed me that there was a group of women watching my wife getting screwed! Some were just standing there open-mouthed, some were clearly aroused - nipples visible through thin material, that sort of thing - and some ... some were stuffing hands into underwear, literally masturbating at the sight of my wife getting ploughed.
I heard various fucks, holy shits and oh my gods from the women as Melody continued to film them. Then Melody shouted something.
"Hands up who wants to get fucked by a black stud!"
Glances at her, at the camera, between women ... then every fucking single one of them thrust their hand in the air! The world was collapsing around me - everyone was going crazy! Some clearly had wedding bands and rings on, but that seemed not to make any difference. Melody gave a whistle and suddenly the whole place was filled with naked black men and then all the women were getting naked and cocks and cunts were being flashed and the sound just became this shrieking cacophony of women screaming and men grunting and then Melody shut off the camera feed, leaving me stunned to the point of catatonia. What the fuck had I just witnessed?
All was explained a few hours later. I was sitting on the balcony, almost catatonic. A drink I'd prepared lay untouched on the glass table top next to me, my eyes fixed on nothing ahead of me, just staring into space, mind trying to comprehend the events of the last few days. Things I'd ever expected to see or to feel again - betrayal, jealousy, inadequacy - all were waging a winning war on my consciousness. I remember being floored with depression when Melody had acted as she had, ruining my first marriage. All those same feelings were back with a vengeance, except this time my wife was engaging me in the whole process. It wasn't ... remote like the last time. Alice was rubbing my face in it, taunting me with video after video of her debasing herself with those men (and women).
I heard the door to the hotel room slam and Alice was soon with me. She put her hands on my shoulders, kneading them gently, but she said nothing at first. Eventually, she sighed and I knew she could feel me tense up as she began to speak.
"Things are getting a bit crazy," she said, though I didn't think she meant that in a negative way. "I never thought I'd be getting fucked in public with an audience of shoppers watching big black cocks stuff themselves into ... well, Melody suggested that I'd get a thrill out of showing other girls how amazing black men are after I shut myself away that first time ... and yeah, it really turned me on, all those women watching me then all those other men coming in and there was just this big fucking orgy! In a high street shop, can you believe it? I think the manager must have closed the place for a bit, I don't know ... who cares, it was a fucking awesome experience."
