I woke up on Friday morning, and Meloni was still asleep. I didn't want to bother her, even though I couldn't wait to hear the end of her story. I needed to go to work anyway, so I let her sleep and left.
At noon, I checked my phone and saw there was no message from Meloni. I decided to text her to see how she was doing. She replied 30 minutes later:
DING! (Meloni) Hey honey, I just woke up. What's up?
(me) Nothing much. Did you rest well? I can't wait to hear the rest of your story.
DING! (Meloni) But honey, I have a date with Cleave tonight.
Shit! I totally forgot about that.
(me) Okay, maybe both of you can come over after dinner. I'm really excited to know what happened.
DING! (Meloni) Well, OK, maybe I can tell you while Cleave fucks me. Do you mind?
(me) Not at all.
I really needed to know all the details about what happened because I was getting messages on my phone from unknown senders. The messages were clearly meant for Meloni, and when I tried to ask who was sending them, I found out I was blocked.
Some of the messages read:
DING! (unknown sender) I want to fuck you again. When did you say you will ride on the bus? Next month? Keep me posted.
DING! (unknown sender) Hey bitch, I just filed the paperwork for Marvin. You should receive notice soon.
DING! (unknown sender) Hi Meloni, just let me know when you're back in Pensacola. You can stay at my place as long as you need.
DING! (Bus Company) Dear Meloni, welcome to our golden member program. We appreciate your loyalty and hope to see you on board again soon.
DING! (unknown sender) Thanks again for letting me relieve my stress during the trip. Hope to see you soon!
DING! (unknown sender) I signed up for all the Miami-Pensacola shifts next month. I can't wait to see you again on my bus. And remember to tip your drivers well.
There were a bunch more messages with just cock pics on them. I did not understand what was going on, so I decided to ignore the phone and concentrate on work.
When I got back home, Meloni had already left. I had dinner and waited patiently for her and Cleaver to arrive. They showed up at a quarter past eight. We all decide to cut the bullshit and go straight to bed. Cleaver was not in a rush to fuck Meloni, and he as well wanted to hear the end of the story. Apparently, Meloni told him about her trip during dinner. Once we were comfortable in bed, Meloni in the middle with me on her right and Cleaver on her left, she said:
"OK, where was I? I think it was when Marvin fucked me against the wall."
"Correct," said Clever.
"No, honey," I intervened. "You stopped yesterday right when you arrived in Pensacola."
"Hmmm, okay, I didn't realize I fell asleep at that point in the story. Cleave, my dear, you'll have to hear some parts again."
"Don't worry," said Cleaver, "I loved it. I'll enjoy hearing it again."
Meloni took a deep breath and said:
"Okay, so I took a bus to the jail. It was packed since it was rush hour in the morning and I think I do not have to go into details about how some construction workers placed their hands all over me. At least I did not have to say 'Please be gentle' to any of them which was very nice.
The last stop was the jail. I got off the bus and looked around, but I couldn't find the main entrance. So, I sat at the bus stop to check my phone. An old black lady sat next to me while she was waiting for the next bus. I asked her:
'Excuse me, do you know where the main entrance to the prison is?'
She looked me up and down, then said:
'It's on the other side.'
'Oh, thanks. Do you happen to know if that's where I need to check in for conjugal visitation?'
She stared at me with wide eyes and said:
'Well, I didn't know they let hookers in prison now. I should tell my son, he's inside. Yes, the main entrance is where you check in. How much you charge per hour?'
'Oh, no, no, I'm not a hooker. I'm just visiting my husband--well, ex-husband.'
'Sure, whatever you say, honey.'
The bus pulled up, and she hopped on board. I began strolling around the facility's perimeter. As I rounded the corner, I spotted the double fence, and the inmates tending the garden started hollering at me:
'I am going to put you on your knees blondie.'
'Want some cock? come here babe.'
'Hey get your cunt over here!'
I think they were all black guys, but I couldn't really focus on them because the sidewalk was cracked, and I didn't want my heels to trip me up.
Finally, I reached the main entrance and was asked to show my ID. Then they directed me to the search room. I waited there for about five minutes until a police officer entered and shut the door behind him.
'Hey there, I'm Officer Williams, and I'll need to do a quick search on you before you can enter the facility. Please take off your clothes.'
I quickly obeyed and asked, 'Even the shoes?'
'Nope, keep 'em on. But put your arms up over your head, palms on your nape, and spread those legs as wide as you can.'
Thank the heavens I'd been through Dr. Khoury's inspections before. It made it a lot easier to hold that position throughout the entire search."
Just then, Cleaver butted in, "Meloni, roll over to your right, hon, I want to fuck you from behind."
Meloni did and Cleaver penetrated her. Meloni gasped when she felt Cleaver's cock inside her. She made eye contact with me and she continued her story while being fucked:
"Officer Williams did a full search. He inserted his fingers on all my cavities, paying special attention to my vagina, mouth and anus. He is a strong man and I was in pain, but I did not want to ruin the visit so I endured while he did his cavities search. Next, he said:
'Loads of ladies try to sneak in things with those fake boobs, you know? Gotta check yours, make sure they're the real deal.'
So he went on and groped my boobs. He squeezed them, played and pressed hard. He slapped them really hard about twenty times each and then he said:
'I dunno, I'm kinda on the fence about it. Might hit up the prison warden, see if he's cool with it.'
He ducked out of the room, and a few minutes later, Mr. Raygar, the prison warden, strolled in.
'You Marvin's wife?' he asked.
'Yeah, ex,' I replied.
"Even better. Lean on over this desk.'
I did and he unzipped and penetrated me. He did not have a big dick, but he fucked me well while explaining that a second search of the vagina was always a good precaution to take. Mr.Raygar also mentioned he did it that way so he could check on possible temporary buttocks prostheses, and he started to slap as hard as he could on my ass while he completed the search of my vagina.
I guess he was satisfied with the search once he came inside me. He ordered me to not get dressed and wait for officer Williams and then he left.
A minute later, Officer Williams strolled in with a camera, and he was all business. He told me to get back into the same position as when he first did the cavity search. Once I was set, he started snapping away, getting shots from every angle possible. He mentioned it was for the prison records, and I couldn't help but ask:
'What's all this for the prison records?'
'We're just gonna keep these pics in Marvin's file in case anything pops up. It's just protocol, nothing to sweat about. Only the wardens and officers in the Federal Prison system will have access to them, so you're good,' he reassured me.
When he was done taking pics he said it was OK to go onto my conjugal visit. He asked me to dress so the prisoners would not see me naked crossing to the visit rooms. He stood there while I put on one summer dress I had in the bag. Marvin used to like me wearing it.
We headed to the visit room, and as we walked, some of the black inmates started yelling nasty stuff at me:
'Hey babe, bring your pussy here.'
'Let me have a turn on that cunt bitch.'
Alright, so I walked into the room, and Officer Williams was all like:
'Hey, kick back and relax. I'll go grab Marvin for ya.'
And he left. I looked around. The room was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights that barely illuminated the grime-covered walls. The paint was peeling in places, revealing layers of dirt and grime that seemed to have accumulated over years. The air was thick with a musty odor, a combination of sweat, body odor, and stale air.
The small mattress in the corner of the room was covered in stains and smelled of urine. It seemed to have seen better days, with springs poking through and sagging in the middle. The bedding was torn and tattered, with suspicious-looking stains that hinted at previous visitors' activities.
The door flew open, and Marvin stormed in, slamming it behind him. Before I could even greet him, he marched over and slapped me across the face.
'You betrayed me, you bitch,' he spat. "You went looking for another man while I'm stuck in this hellhole. Well, today you're gonna start payin' for it.'