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Friday night, July 21, 2028

I stared. Until the 3D picture came back on an hour later. They were back in Jonah’s house. Addie, Shanice, or whoever the hell she had become had a short, silky robe around her and apparently nothing else. The robe had fallen completely open in front. Jonah was looking straight into her nipples, then down at her bare pussy. In spite of everything, my cock was rock-hard again.

“Beautiful speech, whore,” he said. “I guess now you want your reward?”

She smiled, “I want to be fucked.”

“Did you like the blindfold?”

She smiled at him, slipping the robe the rest of the way off. “I want the blindfold, then that big cock and anything else you can dish up.”

“The vibrator is still going inside my pussy and it still feels good,” she told him.

I watched as he got up, went into his bedroom, opened a drawer full of different toys and pulled out several silky-looking cloths, all black. He went back to my wife and wrapped the first around my wife’s eyes, tying it behind her head. “Can you see?” he asked.

“No, nothing.”

“Stand up and turn around.”

She did so. He pulled her two arms behind her and tied them together tightly with another.

“Now,” he said, “I want you to know that you can stop anything that happens. All you have to do is say ‘Stop, Jonah’… say it.”

“What?”

“Short memory, huh, I believe the words were ‘Stop, Jonah’, say it.”

“Okay, stop, Jonah.”

“Very good. Now, if you do say that I hope you mean it because our relationship is over. I’ll send you home and we’ll never see each other again, ever. Now, come here.” He sat down on an armless chair.

She stepped over to him.

He pulled her down onto him, face down across his lap. Now, bitch, there’s a couple things you need to understand. You tried to back out of that little strip twice. When I tell you something, there’s only one way out, you say ‘Stop Jonah’. Otherwise, you do it. You try your little wimpy backing out, you’re going to be punished. There are going to be five spanks each. You count so we can keep track.”

My wife was totally helpless across his lap, her hands tied behind her back and completely naked. I couldn’t take my eyes away. He raised his right hand and slapped it down across her butt, hard!

“Aah,” that hurt, she cried.

Another, just as hard or harder. Her body jerked under his hand and she screamed. He looked down at her butt and the camera showed it bright red. “When are you going to start counting, because they don’t count until you do.”

He raised his hand and slapped it down again. She cried and screamed out, “Three,” she said.

“No, that’s only one. You didn’t count the first two.” She groaned and struggled, helplessly. “Is the vibrator still inside your whoring cunt?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she moaned out, “but it stopped on the ride home.”

“Well, tell me if it starts again,” another slap and another jerk.

“Two,” she moaned out.

This was impossible for me to see, my beautiful wife being abused like this… and acting like she almost likes it!

Another. “Three,” she yelled out. When he looked at her face, tears were streaming down her face and he had barely started.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked her.

“N-No,” she cried, “I want to be punished.

I squirmed in the chair. There was nothing I could do but watch and I couldn’t not watch.

I closed my eyes for just a second and heard another loud smack. I opened my eyes and heard a tiny whimper, “Four.” The tears were flowing harder and her butt was bright red with Jonah’s big handprint. “Aahh, she moaned, the vibrator, it started again.”

Jonah’s black hand caressed gently against the red on her butt. Smack. Her body jerked, her head bucking up and her tied hands tried to protect her butt. “Five,” she barely said.

“Stop yet?” he asked.

“N-Noo,” I barely heard. I felt almost like I was doing this to her myself, looking from Jonah’s eyes and watching his hand swinging from his own vantage point.

She was moaning and writhing on his lap, “The vibrator… in my pussy… oh, God,” she groaned, “fuck me, please fuck me.”

Smack! Every one seemed harder. Her body jerked again, “Six,” she groaned

“Do… Not… Come… Bitch,” he ordered.

He took the bun out of her hair and brushed her hair back with his hand. Smack. Harder yet.

Her hands behind her curled up and tried to do… something, “S-seven,” barely audible from her lips.

Her body was writhing in apparent agony and she started again, “Please, please,” she cried.

“What? Please, what?”

“Fuck me. I want your cock, inside me. Oh God, I want it. The vibrator, ahh! Let me come, please.”

“Shanice, you’ll find that I’m a very patient man. That’s what was so frustrating in Reno a couple weeks ago, how we had to hurry everything. I like my whores to be well prepared before I fuck her. This time we have all night so there’s no reason to rush, is there?

My wife continued to lay across his legs moaning and crying and didn’t answer. “Is there? Come on slut, I asked you a question. Do you want me to hurry?”

She groaned, “N-no.”

He was gently rubbing Shanice’s crimson butt with his big hand, spreading her butt cheeks apart a little and prodding just slightly into her hole. “I have an idea. One I think you’ll like. How would you like to skip those last three spanks, slut?”

“Y-yess, please.” She sounded more like she was begging, rather than just answering him.

“Okay, we can do that.” He stood and put her over his shoulder like I do with the dogfood bringing it in out of the car. He didn’t strain any more than I do with a ten-pound sack. He carried my wife into his bedroom, opened the same drawer where the black cloths were and picked up what looked like a weird shaped dildo about six-inches long or so and a tube. Oh no! I knew then what he was going to do to my wife.

He carried her back into the other room and sat back down with her over his lap again. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, my dear Shanice?”

She whimpered out a “Yes,” confirming that Tanner had fucked her ass that night.

“Often? By your husband?” he asked.

“Once, no,” she stammered.

“Pity. He should try it. You have a beautiful ass, you know. Your vibrator battery hasn’t died has it? Is it still working hard in your cunt?”

She groaned and squirmed on his lap, “Yes.”

“Good. I hope you’re still enjoying it.” He laughed. “That’s the beauty of that little toy, If you’re not enjoying it, it’ll stop on its own.” He smeared a lubricant all over the dildo, and holding her cheeks apart, started to press it inside her. She jerked and her body stiffened with the intrusion. “Just relax your ass, Shanice, this won’t be so hard and I think you’ll like it, probably at least better than the rest of the spanks, huh?”

He gradually pushed it in, an inch, then out, and back in a little further until it slipped all the way inside her. “How’s that, my little slut?” There was my Adriana’s red-skinned butt, with a black butt-dildo flush with her butt-hole entrance spread across our 80” TV.

She was wailing and groaning, clenching her butt, trying to squirm away from it, probably only adding to the stimulation. He put a finger on it and flipped a little-recessed switch I hadn’t noticed before. Shanice’s body jerked and she let out a long, low wail.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Maybe I should have warned you first that it’s a vibrator, too. He patted it, pushing down slightly on it. I think having one in both holes is quite effective. What do you think?”

She couldn’t answer, the only noise she could make was a long wail.

He picked her up again and carried her into his bedroom, laying her face down on the bed. He tied her legs together, then to the bottom rail of the bed and around each of her elbows to the upper corners. Then he stood back and admired his handiwork, a writhing, moaning mass of my beautiful wife.

He went to his dresser again and picked out a jar of cream, holding it up in front of him, obviously, specifically so I could see what it was, Vitamin E Body Butter. He took it and gently rubbed it over my wife’s bright red butt. She flinched at first, but then relaxed and let him. Well, maybe relaxed wasn’t the right word, still squirming and moaning from the two vibrators inside her body, but the tenseness from when he first touched her with the cream had gone out of her butt.

Right before he left the room, he admonished her, “Shanice, remember that you’re not to come. I’d hate to have to start the spankings again... and this time they wouldn't be little love-pats."

The picture turned to a blank screen. I tried to imagine what my wife was going through at that exact moment, a vibrator in her pussy and another in her ass, then left alone tied and blindfolded; my beautiful, beautiful wife.

I checked my watch. It was nearly 2 am. Unbelievably, I realized it had only been about twelve hours earlier that she’d gotten on the plane. At 2:30 the screen was still dark. How long was he going to leave her like that? I don’t think I have ever felt so helpless as I did that night. There was nothing I could do.

At 2:45 the picture came back on, with Jonah sitting in his living room. “Hey man,” he started, “gotta talk softly cuz I don’t want Shanice to hear me. Hope you’ve been enjoying the show. Speaking of the show, she did gooood at my club tonight, didn’t she. She’s a natural, huh.

“Tonight, right now, I know you might be a little excited, but she’s okay. Them vibrators won’t hurt her, just make her so that when I do fuck her, and it’s gonna be pretty damn quick, now, she’ll have an orgasm like she never even imagined existed. Those two at the same time will drive any woman out of her mind,” He laughed, “Especially when she’s not allowed to come. After this weekend, she’s gonna want to come back for more, too. I guarantee you that. She’s some bitch, that Shanice! Gonna have to set some new rules when she does, though. We’ll talk bout that later. One big rule we’re gonna make clear, though. Her name’s Shanice. You gotta remember that when she gets home.”

“A little lesson here for you; you know what’s making this whole experience so damn fun for her, well, other than my great big cock? The Blindfold. With that, she loses all perspective of time and every sensation of her body is intensified. Well, those vibrators help a little, too. Gotta not let her come, either. She comes whenever she wants and it ruins everything.”

“Let’s go see how she’s doin', shall we?”

He went up the stairs and quietly in the bedroom so that she wouldn’t know he’s there. She was on the bed, still tied face down like she was, gasping for air and her body thrashing around on the bed.

Damn, it was hard seeing my wife like she was and not able to do a damn thing about it! All my communication with Jonah is totally one-sided, he doesn’t even know for certain that I’m here. I guess maybe I could call him and politely ask him to be nicer to my wife. Yeah, right, as if that’d help! I can’t go there, I have no address, nothing, not that it would help if I did.

He quietly walked over to the bed and untied her feet at the bed frame where she wouldn’t even notice he was there, then suddenly shouted at her, “Your knees, bitch, on your knees.”

Her startled body jumped and she screamed. I knew she knew there would be more spanking if she didn’t, so she struggled to work her knees underneath her, all the time moaning out, “fuck me, please, fuck me.” She didn’t have use of her arms, hands, elbows, anything to support her since they were tied behind her back, so she used her forehead to support herself. Then her head turned sideways and that beautiful face was distorted from a combination of her lust and the position she had been forced into.

I didn’t know how I was going to be able to stand this, practically on the bed with them, but a thousand miles away. I watched on our big TV as he reached his thumb and forefinger inside her pussy and pulled out the vibrator. “We’ll leave the other one in that lovely butt, okay, Shanice?” She grunted something unintelligible.

Then Jonah moved up on the bed behind my wife and looked down at her lovely, still crimson colored ass, with that vibrating dildo still inside it, her pussy ready and anxious, probably still tingling from the vibrator that had been inside her, the image wide across our 3D TV.

“I hope I’m not disappointed with this cunt after the money I spent on them balls,” he said, as he held his cock at her opening, teasing her with it.

I haven’t seen many erect cocks in my life, not exactly something that has caught my interest. Let’s see, there has been Tanner… and Tanner, and I guess Ethan’s that night. Ethan, Oh God, that reminded me of Kayla. I could have been in bed with her right then!

But both of those, plus my own, all combined, probably didn’t have the total mass of the cock teasing my wife’s pussy right then. There was no way in hell that thing would fit inside a woman, much less my wife, my beautiful Adriana. Jonah had one big, black hand against her white butt-cheek and the other holding that big black cock, now I knew what the hell a BBC was, its head right at her entrance, just teasing her with it. It was damn certain that Addie understood what it meant, too. No, there wasn’t a condom on it, either. I don’t even know if they make them that big.

She kept trying to push herself backward to force him inside her, groaning in frustration when he backed up along with her. My own cock was inflamed, engorged with blood and my hands were down inside my pants stroking myself watching this big black guy torment my wife, his cock and her pussy filling the screen of our TV.

Then it was pushing inside her. He’d apparently decided it was time, beginning to impale her with that giant cock. This was something I never would have imagined seeing, another man screwing my wife, literally through his eyes. Whoever in hell had thought of putting camera lenses in the corners of eyeglasses, for a lifelike 3D picture was a demented son-of-a-bitch. Or maybe they hadn’t exactly anticipated them being used quite like this.

That low, continuous wail coming from my wife as she rocked her butt back toward him and arched her back sent shivers down my spine. He let her push back, consuming another couple inches of him, then when she rocked forward, he went with her, then repeating the process all over again, her cunt gradually taking him inside her. Over and over again. Jonah’s hands were then on her hips, helping, pulling her back onto him so that her pussy was being impaled by the monster, longer and fatter than I had ever imagined such a thing could even be.

Shanice’s groans and wailing intensified with every little bit inside her, then Jonah started in, “Damn, bitch, that feels good!” He groaned, then, “That money was damn well spent!”

Then, after letting Adriana’s pussy suck him inside her, his big balls were tight to her pussy lips. I would never have imagined such a thing even possible. Still, my wife was grinding herself back onto him. He looked up at her face, all scrunched to the side and now scrunched all the more with the pleasure she was feeling, the wailing continuing from her mouth.

All the times she and I have made love like this, well never quite exactly like this, you know, blindfolded, arms tied behind her back and all, I had never kept my eyes trained on my cock being buried inside her like this asshole had just done, forcing me to watch that cock impaled inside my wife’s pussy.

Then he pulled it out, all but the head, black, glistening wet with her juices, and slammed it back inside her, all in one fast, hard shove. She screamed, but it wasn’t an ‘in pain’ scream. It was more of an ‘ecstasy’ scream. He did it again, and again, and again, reaming my beautiful wife’s pussy with his giant, black cock.

My wife’s wails were filling our living room. I had turned the volume on our stereo up and it was coming from all around me, all five speakers. His cock was slamming into Addie’s pussy filling the screen. I vowed that we were getting a bigger TV.

How long did it go on, that cock fucking my wife, now Shanice? Might as well ask me to explain to a three-year-old how far it is to a distant star. I had no idea how long, except for a long, long time. I didn’t think he’d ever come. Shanice’s wails, groans, screams, intermixed with Jonah’s filled the house. How she could stand the fucking she was getting I had no idea. How many times she might have come I had no clue, either. She sounded almost in continuous ecstasy with her body shuddering under every slam of his hips into her.

I realized sweat was pouring off of me and then it happened. His big hands dug into her hips, lifting her lower body completely off the bed and he roared. I briefly thought back to Tanner that first time, after our strip poker game. Compared to Jonah, he was a kitten meowing vs a lion’s thunderous roar. He drowned out anything that might have come out of my wife’s mouth.

The screen went black. I had no idea where he might have had his remote. I stood there, in front of the TV, just then realizing that I was standing just a few feet from it. My shirt was soaked in sweat and my boxers were slick with my own cum. I didn’t remember even touching myself, except a lot earlier. My watch said 3:47 in the morning. They had been fucking for an hour.

I left the TV and the sound turned the way they were. I knew when it came back on it would wake me, so I stumbled to our bedroom, not bothering to take anything off, just collapsing on our bed.

It was after eleven when I woke up. I was surprised that I’d slept at all. I half remembered a dream I’d had during the night, then when I became a little less asleep, I didn’t even know if it had been real or all of it just a dream. When I began to realize it might have been real, I jumped out of bed and practically ran out to the TV. It was just sitting there, being completely innocent, black, with that website’s logo bouncing around.

I realized I was starving, hadn’t eaten since I dropped Addie off at the airport, what, less than twenty-four hours earlier? I tried to remember what I’d seen those last several hours before I collapsed on our bed and couldn’t imagine that it had actually been real, that any of it had actually happened. I went in the kitchen and plopped a hamburger patty on the Jenn Air grill, sliced off some cheese, turned the burger and slathered some barbecue sauce on it, cheese and mayonnaise on the bun and poured myself a big glass of ice tea.

Then I took it in the living room, sat eating and staring at the TV with the bouncing logo. For the next six hours, I sat staring at that TV! I was beginning to think and be scared to death, that the asshole wasn’t going to turn me back on at all; that maybe something had happened to the connection. I had rechecked everything a couple times, getting more and more concerned that I wasn’t going to see anything more.

Mostly, what the hell was my wife doing? Was she okay? Had the asshole been fucking her all day? My mind was in a whirlwind of emotions, scared for her one minute, my cock rock-hard reliving that strip the next.

Then all of a sudden, a picture appeared. It was a yard, looked like a backyard; nice and green, lots of trees, no pool, about a six-foot wooden fence around it. My picture looked like glancing around, just like it is when you move your head around suddenly, again, like seeing through someone else’s eyes, all in perfect 3D.

“Hey man, hope you’re still with me,” Jonah’s voice. “Sorry about no picture all day today, but figured you’d want to rest up a bit. We didn’t do much today, anyway. Had a hell of a good screw in the shower this morning. Damn, that Shanice is a good fuck! You would’ve probably enjoyed watching that but I didn’t really want to get my expensive glasses in the shower. You know these things cost me over four-grand?”

“That girlfriend of Shanice’s and my bro were over part of the day. Damn, she’s gorgeous. Reminds me of some actress, just can’t think who. Wish to hell she’d put on a show like my Shanice did last night, but she backed out. And my wimp brother let her. Can you believe that? He just let her! Think they been doin’ lots of fuckin’, though.”

“Speakin’ of Shanice, she’s getting ready to go out. I’m gonna give her a real treat tonight. We’re going out to the best steakhouse in Sacramento, Morton’s. Then she wants to put on another show tonight. Think she kinda liked that, I know my customers sure as hell did! Oh, just thought I’d let you know, her butt’s fine this evenin’, good as new. That butt butter does its trick, good stuff. Anyhow, I’m gonna shut you off and go enjoy dinner with my girl. Probly turn you on later. Bye.” Before he turned it off, I heard him say, sounded like to himself, rather than talking to me, “Damn, gonna hate sendin’ her home tomorrow.”

And it went black.

It stayed black the next several hours. I hated that he kept referring to my wife as ‘my girl.’ I’d come to accept that she was Shanice to him, and I’d even started calling her that sometimes, myself. But she isn’t ‘his’ girl! I do have to admit I wanted to see her on that stage again.’ I just hoped she didn’t forget she had a family at home, a husband and two adoring kids.

My picture FINALLY came back on almost ten that night. And what a picture it was. My wife was just putting her foot on the first step onto the stage. I took a deep breath and what I knew what was about to happen. The Deejay had apparently just introduced her as I heard the name, “… Shanice,” that sounded like the end of his introduction.

I heard a whisper from Jonah, “Dinner was good. She was the main attraction.” He laughed, then, “Damn good to be me, huh, Bud.”

Shanice was taking those steps so slowly in her heels. Her back was bare down to right above her panty-line, and she was wearing the yellow dress from the day she and Tanya had gone to meet these guys in Reno. My cock was instantly hard.

Her dress was short, barely reaching a few inches below her panties. Then, when she was on the stage she turned around to face the crowd. I was momentarily stunned. I knew what the dress looked like, with the big ‘V’ all the way down to below her cleavage, almost to her navel, but I didn’t expect her to be wearing the gold chain across her nearly bare chest; the chain with the nipple clamps on each end, her nipples practically poking a hole in the dress. Had she gone to dinner wearing that? I couldn’t imagine her going anywhere in it, much less to a family restaurant.

When she reached the top of the steps, the music started and she began to dance, gliding back and forth across the stage and teasing with the ‘V’ of her dress, pulling it aside just not quite enough to show a nipple. There wasn’t any of the fear on her face from the night before, only the lust. I wondered about the vibrator, if it was inside her.

The crowd was different than the night before, chanting the obligatory, “Take it off, take it off,” over and over again. Her lipstick was a deep red, blush on her cheeks, much like she was that day when Tanner and I goaded our wives into calling their new black friends.

She turned around, her back to the stage, but looking into the mirrors along the back wall and reached behind her to untie the halter behind her neck. She turned around just slightly, craning her neck so that she was looking at the crowd with a slight smile on her face.

My wife turned the rest of the way around, got a big smile on her face and slowly lowered one of the halves of her top, revealing one breast, then the other, the clamps firmly attached to each very erect nipple. Damn, this woman looked sexy. Even other than the fact she was my wife, but she was! And that upped the sexy factor astronomically. Jonah’s camera zoomed in on her showing how distended and erect her nipples were with that clamp attached. This wasn’t the magnetic one that I’d seen, this had actual clamps attached to the very back of her nipples, tight to the areolas.

My cock was hard like a granite stone. I wanted to rub it, but not until this show was over. I liked that feeling of extreme horniness while my wife was putting herself on display to all those people.

She wriggled her body, pushing her dress down over her hips. She had to push it down because it was so tight. Jonah looked away, around the room, at the throng of black faces all clamoring for my wife to strip. When he looked back at Shanice, the dress was on the floor and she was stepping away from it. All she had on was a tiny pair of black panties, not doing any more than barely covering her waxed pussy. When Jonah zoomed his camera in, I could see how transparent they were, nothing more than a thin, filmy material covering her and exposing her at the same time.

She danced back and forth on the stage, acting like she was loving every second of it. She tugged at the nipple clamp chain, pulling her boobs, wincing, like it was painful. As she danced, she removed the clamps from her nipples and flung the chain out into the crowd. Jonah followed it with his eyes and there was a man holding it up like it was a winning lottery ticket.

When he turned back to the stage again, Shanice was just pushing her panties down. Then I couldn’t stop myself. All I was wearing were boxers and my cock was poking out through the hole. I grabbed for it and squeezed for just a moment until I started to feel the orgasm grow and forced myself to close my eyes and let go. My heart was pounding a hole in my chest and I wanted my release, but my willpower took hold and I opened my eyes back up to the scene unfolding at that instant on our big-screen TV.

I presumed that she still had no idea this was being broadcast to me.

Once my Adriana was naked, the music finally stopped and she started gathering her only two articles of clothing. She slipped the panties back on, then the dress and walked back to Jonah. Watching her put those things back on in front of all those people was almost as sexy as watching her take them off.

She never got sat down before Jonah took her hand and led her away, to a door which he unlocked with a key, then inside. It was an office, probably his own. Once inside, he never said a word, just pushed my wife face down on the desk, pushed her legs apart, pushed her dress up above her panties, put his hand under the elastic and ripped them off of her. Addie let out a muffled scream and jerked, trying to straighten her body back up to stand, but Jonah just pushed her back down, her face contorted, twisted sideways pressing down against the top of his desk.

“Do you want me to stop, Shanice?” he growled at her.

“N-No,” she groaned.

“What you want?” he asked.

“F-Fuck me… please,” she begged him.

Damn! I’m looking at my wife bent over on Jonah’s oak desk begging him to fuck her. I didn’t have a lot of time to process it in my mind because Jonah looked down at her ass and spread-apart legs, his big black cock-head just barely inside her pussy lips. I didn’t know when he had pushed his pants down but he obviously had and was now holding his cock at her entrance, rubbing it up and down barely inside her.

Then he moved his eyes back up her body to her face again where there was a low groan emanating from her mouth. Shanice was moving her lips like she was trying to say something, but the only sound coming out was that continuous moan. That is until Jonah lunged forward, and her face contorted even more and screamed, gripping the edge of the desk with white knuckles.

Jonah looked back down at where his cock was buried all the way inside her, balls tight to her pussy lips. “So hot, so wet!” he grunted.

I watched on our screen as my wife’s pussy filled with Jonah’s big, black cock was spread all the way across the screen. My hand was on my own cock, spreading the slippery pre-cum. He pulled out of her and slammed back in, making her body jerk. His eyes wandered all the way to the ceiling but I could tell every time he slammed his cock into her. Every time he did, I squeezed my own and pushed my hand down the base. He must have fucked my wife for the next ten minutes, occasionally looking at her contorted, screaming face and occasionally down at his wet, slippery cock sliding in and out of her.

I would have been frightened for her, but her face wasn’t one in distress or agony, it was ecstasy. She was obviously relishing every one of his thrusts into her. I have to admit, I was too, almost like I was the one doing the thrusting. In a way I was. With every one of his thrusts, I thrust my cock through my hand to the base.

Addie’s groaning was nearly continuous, more like a wail. I had no idea how many times she might have come, maybe even nonstop, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth twisted. I didn’t last as long as Jonah. I exploded with my eyes tightly closed, only hearing the screams of ecstasy coming from my wife, filling the room through our four-channel stereo system.

Finally, Jonah ground into her one last time, his fingers dug into her hips and he roared as he came. Fortunately, I had managed to open my eyes in time to see the expression of lust on my wife’s face as he came inside her.

A few moments later he pulled out of her and his cum, mixed with her pussy juices, trickled down her legs. He moved away leaving her, still collapsed and unmoving on the top of his desk.

Jonah pulled her up off the desk so she was standing. He straightened her hair out and pulled her dress down, barely covering her. “Now, my dear Shanice, you’re going to go out there and find the best looking guy in the club and take him into one of the back rooms.”

“You can do anything you want with him, except he can’t touch that cunt… that’s mine!” He went on, “One of my security guys will knock in a half-hour… one more thing, you’re not to come. That’s reserved for me.”

“I need to clean up, first,” she groaned.

“No, it’s sexier the way you are.”

Shanice only nodded. Jonah opened the door to the main room and my wife went back out among the crowd; that freshly fucked glow on her face, that ultra-short yellow dress, no panties, and cum running down her leg. I’d swear that those first few steps in his office I could hear the squishy noise of cum inside her pussy.

Jonah watched her, and so did I, walk across the room, straight to one guy in particular; a nice looking black guy; slim, a short Afro, not as tall as Jonah, but quite a bit darker. She talked to him for a brief moment, then took his hand and led him into a hallway on the other side of the room.

“Wish we could see what’s going to happen in that room. I spect Samuel will have a good time for the next half-hour,” Jonah said to himself, actually probably speaking to me, even though he couldn’t know for sure if I was watching or not.

“Was hopin’ she’d pick Samuel, he needs a good girl. Figured she would, though, best lookin’ guy out there. Hate to do this to ya, Bud,” he laughed again, “no I don’t! I’m gonna shut my little camera off for the rest of the night. Want a little privacy with my Shanice tonight. Hope you enjoyed the little preview of the night to come. Think she’ll probly come back from this little encounter, quite, shall we say, sexually aroused and we’ll have a rather exhilarating night.” Then in the midst of his laughter, the picture went black.

I sat and stared at the blackness. Shit, shit, shit! He wouldn’t do this to me, I thought. Yeah, apparently, he would. I left the TV and stereo turned on and gathered a blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch, in front of the TV, just in case this was his practical joke.

I checked my watch and imagined what my wife was doing in the back room with someone she hadn’t even met until that very minute. I wondered if what I was envisioning was even more extreme than what they were actually doing. I had read that there was a ‘no touching’ rule in strip clubs, but that probably didn’t apply in the back rooms where there was privacy. I imagined her with her dress down off her shoulders baring her tits to him, his mouth devouring them; his pants down and his cock in her mouth, probably even coming in her mouth; maybe even completely naked with her legs spread open showing him her cum-filled pussy.

Then afterward, when I knew she’d be with Jonah again, would he be spanking her again, for some imagined wrong-doing? I feared what his idea of ‘exhilarating’ sex might be. I couldn’t even imagine the kind of sex I’d already seen them have together, much less anything more-so. I was scared that she’d never again enjoy our boring, ‘married-people sex’. I knew that even the most outlandish possibilities I could envision would seem tame and boring to her after two nights with Jonah.

I know I eventually went to sleep that night because I woke up in the morning. When I did wake up, I realized something fairly important. We had never discussed when her return flight to Boise was. Then I was scared that there would even be a return flight.

I checked the internet to find out what time any flights from Sacramento would get into Bose. There were only two, one at 8:15 in the morning and one at 4:45 in the afternoon. Then there were several that made other stops, through Portland, Salt Lake City etc. I presumed, hoped, that she’d be on one of the direct flights. Obviously, she wouldn’t be on the 8:15 flight, so I planned to meet the 4:45 one.

I fretted all day, afraid to venture far from our living room in case a picture came back on. But it didn’t. It sat there black all day, torturing me. Finally, at two-thirty, I got a text from Addie, “Flight at 4:45, love you,” along with three happy faces.