Kelley turned her SUV into the driveway and quickly killed the lights as she turned the engine off. A quick glance at the clock on the dash showed 3:47. She sat thinking for a few moments in the darkness before saying aloud for at least the hundredth time, "Shit. What did I do? Tom is gonna kill me." She had texted Tom half an hour ago as she was leaving Lisa's house to let him know she was on her way home. He hadn't responded so she prayed he was asleep. He had known she was going to be late. She usually was when she went out with the girls. In fact, it wasn't uncommon for the girls to crash at whichever friend's house was closest when they went out to party together. They'd sleep off the fun, then get up the next morning to head back to their own homes. He told her as she left that he probably wouldn't wait up.
Still, she couldn't help being nervous as hell. Kelley was coming home from somewhere she never should have been, and the guilt was already crushing her. Driving home her imagination ran through every possible horrifying scenario that might happen. She imagined him standing at the door demanding she explain where she had been all night. Or worse, he might look at her and see it in her eyes. She just knew Tom would suspect something the moment he laid eyes on her. The best she could hope for was to find Tom asleep in bed. That would give her time to pop in the shower and get cleaned up. She had showered immediately after arriving at Lisa's house, but she needed to be absolutely sure. She also needed time to process the events of the night. From the moment she had arrived at Lisa's house she had been trying to make sense of it. After she showered, Kelley and Lisa sat in the dark in Lisa's patio room. Over a glass of wine she told Lisa some of what had happened. But she held a lot of it back. Lisa was stunned to say the least. If Kelley had told her everything, Lisa would never have believed her. Kelley couldn't believe it either. But she had to find a way to make sense of it. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to act normally. Would it even be possible to act normal after tonight? She didn't know. Kelley just wanted to slip into bed beside her husband and pray that this night would end and be behind her forever.
She pulled the keys from the ignition, grabbed her purse and was about to open the door to go inside. Her phone <dinged> in her purse. Her heart stopped for a moment. 'Tom must be awake,' she thought, 'He's probably wondering where I am.' She reached into her purse and pulled out the phone. As she lifted it the screen lit up. The notification banner showed the message preview. The text was not from Tom. It was from Darrell, but it didn't show what he said. He must have sent her an emoji message or a gif or something. Kelley swiped her thumb over the screen to open the message. When it opened, she let out a startled cry, "Oh my God!"
Stunned, Kelley's hand fell away from the door handle and she sat back in her seat. A heavy weight settled over her, and she suddenly felt sick. Holding her phone in a very shaky hand, she stared at the image on the screen. She was looking at herself. Anyone else looking at the picture might not know it was her, but Kelley knew. There on the screen was a closeup picture of her ass. Darrell's left hand was firmly gripping her left ass cheek, and half of his thick, black cock was stuffed in her ass. The exposed portion of his dark shaft shone wetly. It was covered with a mixture of her wetness and the creamy spunk he had just pumped into her ass only moments before. Much of that pearly white seed was collected around his thick meat where it disappeared into her tightly stretched anus. An unbelievable amount of that seed had dribbled into her panties after she had left Darrell's apartment and drove to Lisa's to get cleaned up. She still couldn't get over how much cum there had been.
Kelley knew Darrell had taken a couple of pictures. He said he wanted to show her how sexy his cock looked in her ass from his perspective. She protested but he took a couple anyway. He showed them to her. He was right. It did look surprisingly sexy. Still, after looking at the images, Kelley begged him to delete the pictures he had taken. The last thing she wanted was for someone to have proof of her cheating on Tom. She watched Darrell delete the pics! So how...? It suddenly dawned on her what he must have done. That bastard must have recovered them from the deleted folder on his phone. She cussed at her ignorance. She should have made sure he deleted them permanently. What the fuck was she thinking? As she sat there frantically trying to decide what to do about this, the phone swooshed as another text arrived from Darrell.
Hey slut, I hope you love that pic as much as I do. I never intended to delete the pics. I'm gonna all my boys how sexy you looked with my black cock buried in your gorgeous white ass. And I KNOW you loved it too.
Kelley read the text again and again. A mixture of fear turning to panic and betrayed anger was welling up inside her. She started to fire off a heated response.
Darrell, you bastard, I told you that you could not keep those pictures. I'm a married wo...
<swoosh> Another picture popped up. This one taken higher up over them. The angle was looking down the front of Darrel's body. His belly was pressed tightly against her ass. He was obviously balls deep in her ass. She could see from her ass, over her naked back and up to where her shoulders and head were covered by the pillow she was holding to hide from the camera.
<swoosh> Another pic. This one she hadn't expected. Her bright green eyes looking up at him. They were watery from having been choked on his impossibly thick cock. Her mascara streaked down her cheeks. Darrell's right hand held her chin up and his left held a fistful of her red hair. His cock was stuffed as far back into her throat as she could take it. Her mouth stretched into a tight, wide 'O' around the dark, veiny middle of his shaft. Her lipstick smeared around her mouth like clown makeup. Staring at the picture, Kelley thought about how hot she had gotten sucking that huge black dick. It had made her feel almost drunk with lust as she slurped and slobbered on it. And when he came, Darrell nearly drowned her with the hot load. He hadn't warned her before his cock erupted in her mouth. His ejaculate came so quickly that she hadn't been able to swallow it all before her mouth was filled. The spunk had burst from her lips around his cock and dribbled down until it hung from her chin. Then Darrell had pulled his cock from her mouth. Hot spurts of jizz continued to spray from the tip in powerful streams splattering all over her face. She had never known a man to cum so much, and this was only the first load Darrell would give her before he sent her on her way.
<swoosh> As if Darrell was reading her mind, he sent another pic. Her face in this image was painted with thick globs of Darrell's cum. Strings of his seed hung from her chin and jaw line down to her tits. This after she had already choked down a half dozen thick spurts. Her right eye was barely visible through the creamy ejaculate. Thick gobs were pasted across her nose, above and below the left eye. The wavy red hair hair framing her face was clumped together with his spunk. Her cum covered lips were gently wrapped around the fat head of his cock as she looked up at him through the salty cream covering her eyes.
<swoosh> A fifth picture. This one thankfully obscured Kelley's identity from view. The two of them were lying on the bed. Darrell was on his knees between her legs. His back was to the camera which must have been near the foot of the bed. Her legs were lifted up so that her ankles hung over his shoulders. His thick, black cock was buried nuts deep in her pussy. The sheets between her legs were clearly soaked from the many orgasms he had given her. At this point, Kelley realized that these pics were not taken by Darrell. Had someone been spying? She couldn't recall anyone else being in the apartment.
<swoosh> A new pic. Another from the foot of the bed. Darrell was on his knees slightly off to the side. He was holding her feet up by her ankles and his cock, dark and shiny, pointed at her swollen pussy. Her labia were plump and red. Her vagina gaped, and she could see Darrell's thick spend dribbling from her freshly fucked pussy. She remembered how incredible it felt when his semen flooded into her depths. She had never felt a man's cum rush into her with such force before. It was as though he had turned on a hose inside her.
<swoosh> Darrell's next text appeared on the screen.
You take some great pictures, Baby, but this is my favorite part of tonight.
<swoosh> The phone took a moment as it worked to download a new file. This, however, was not a picture, but instead appeared to be a video. Kelley's face flushed with a new rush of panic and anger. The image in the frame was blurry. She couldn't make it out, but it didn't appear to be another shot of her from behind. Kelley's mind wrestled with competing thoughts.
'Who the fuck took all these pictures? How can there be a fucking video? Oh my God his cock felt so good inside me. What am I looking at?'
The file finished downloading. Kelley's thumb hesitated over the blurred image for a moment before touching it to make it play. Trying to steady the phone in a very shaky hand, Kelley stared at it; the glow of the screen lit her face inside the early morning darkness of the car.
The blurry image came into focus and Kelley realized she was looking at an extreme closeup of her left hand. Her wedding band and diamond ring glittered in the light. She heard herself moaning and groaning and the camera's focus continued to pan out. Kelley quickly pressed the volume button to turn it down as though she worried that someone else might hear this. She continued to watch. She watched as her fingers were gripping the sheet in her fist. The camera panned back more and a dawning sense of horror washed over Kelley as she realized what Darrell had done. Kelley sat in stunned disbelief as she started to cry softly. The video continued to play.
The camera's focus pulled away from her left hand holding onto the sheets with a death grip and moved over to a closeup of her face. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Her mouth opened in a long, low moan. The expression on her face was an odd mixture of discomfort and hopeful optimism. The camera pulled away a little further so that her shoulders and body came into view. Kelley was naked on the bed. She was on her knees holding herself up on all fours. Her red hair, wet with sweat and sticky with Darrell's thick semen, hung down and clung to her face and neck. Her face was wet and shiny. The makeup around her eyes had run down her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared all over her cheeks and around her mouth. There was a dreamy, glazed look in her eyes. But something else was there. A look of determination as she bit her lower lip. Her incredible tits hung under her almost low enough to brush over the bedding. Her thick nipples were hard as bullets. All she could see of Darrell was where he was on his knees on the bed behind her and up to where his body was just over her backside. She could see nothing of his upper torso. His dark hands were holding her hips. His fingers gripped her tightly.
Kelley whimpered,
"Oh god...easy...go slow.....shhhhhiiit."
"Where is my cock,"
Darrell asked.
"Unh...in my ass,"
Kelley said through clenched teeth.
<SLAP!>
