I drove home with the word "Pussy" literally written on the window of my car. It was there in broad daylight for anyone who might be looking to see. Demeaned beyond any reasonable explanation, I just needed to get home and hide from the world as fast as I could.
I felt like collapsing during the entire 45 mile drive home. My weakened state of mind and my even weaker body was only partly caused by fatigue. For the most part, it was the humiliation and degradation that I felt after witnessing my blonde wife with the black stud the night before.
Seeing her sucking on his mammoth black cock in the parking lot of this esoteric club sent chills of defeat down my spine.
I could hardly comprehend this reality as I had witnessed her sucking his cock a total of 4 times in merely 6 hours.
It seemed more than I could handle from an emotional standpoint. I was devastated.
The number of white women at that one single night club with all those young black studs was uncanny. There had to be more than 150 of the prettiest white women in their late 20's, 30's and early 40's attending last night. They were the most attractive women one can imagine without being professional models, and every one of them was there "with" a very masculine and studly black man.
As I pulled into the parking lot of our condo building, it was close to 11 o'clock in the morning. Defeatedly, I stepped out of my car with my head hung in shame as I minced my way towards the front entrance. I lifted my eyes only once, and only for a moment to scan the area for any passersby.
Thankfully, nobody was around.
It occurred to me that the area was unusually quiet for this time of day. It was a Sunday morning and an uneasy, unpleasant and shallow feeling began to bubble up inside of me.
Strangely, when I reached the front door there was a 5 inch black high heeled pump on the ground just laying there on it's side. It was positioned at the glass door of the entrance in an almost strategic manner, like someone had left it there on purpose.
I bent my unathletic 6'4" tall frame over to get a closer look at it. It was then that I realized this black pump was one of Julie's shoes, and the ones she had worn last night. I simply picked it up and "keyed" the door to go inside, carrying it with me for some unknown reason.
That is when I noticed Julie's other shoe laying halfway down the hallway that lead to the condo's workout center.
"What the h-heck?" I said to myself.
I walked in that direction to pick up the wayward shoe when I noticed a pair of stockings. They were laying on the carpeted hallway floor 15 feet ahead of me. After looking around timidly, I slowly stepped in that direction and picked them off the floor. I stared at them and noticed the knees of both tan garter stockings were dirty and had large holes ripped into them. As I looked another 15 feet ahead, I spotted a black garter belt and I began walking towards that.
"Wh-what's going on?" I wondered in silence.
As I grasped the black garter belt from the floor and picked it up I was only 10 feet before the glass doors of the little condo gym. My heart began to thump unpleasantly fast.
Unbelievably, it was Julie's black bra that was hanging on the door handle, and I suddenly realized that this whole event seemed to be some sort of degrading game. It felt like some sort of sick joke that someone was playing on me. It truly seemed as if the scattered clothes of my blonde wife were put there on purpose, like some sort "trail" left behind for me to follow?
"Oh gawd. Why is he doing this to me?" I quivered.
As I removed Julie's black bra from the door handle I looked inside the gym. On the blue matted floor, and in clear site, was the little black minidress my blonde wife had worn at the club several hours earlier.
"J-Julie?" I whispered in shame as I looked around.
But, I did not see her at this time.
Timidly, I stepped inside and picked the dress off the floor. The dried cum stains on the front of the black dress were more than obvious now that I could see them in broad daylight.
I didn't know what to think at this particular time as I held Julie's worn clothes in my weakened and trembling arms. Nervously, I wondered if Julie was even around or if this was some sort of "trap" that I was walking right into. A "trap" left behind by the young black stud who had all but taken my pretty blonde wife from me.
"Wh-why was he doing this?" I asked myself, feeling scared.
"He has so many other women already. Why does he want Julie?" I cried inside.
I was already defeated and demoralized, yet it seemed like this black stud wanted to "rub it in my nose" even more. The trail of my blonde wife's clothing couldn't be just an accident, or could it be?
As I pondered this thought in utter humiliation, I noticed a black slip hanging on the door handle that led to the outside pool area. Meekly, I stepped towards it as I looked over my shoulder and then to the front of me, back and forth, over and over again. I was in complete fear of the unknown. My biggest fear was that I would see both of "them" out there, and this feeling overwhelmed me as I began to shake even more.
I truly struggled to find the strength to lift my trembling legs to move as I tried walking towards the door in my dried and "peed" up pants. Somehow, I barely managed to keep moving when I reluctantly peered out towards the pool area.
That is when I saw her!
On the far side of the pool I noticed my blonde wife just laying there. She was laying face down on the same chaise lounge beach chair that was known to "belong" to Tra'mon, and she was obviously passed out cold.
"J-J-Julie?" I mumbled to myself in the slightest whisper, taking one passive step outside.
From this distance, I could already see that something was odd and unusual. Her beautiful, long bright blonde hair covered her entire face. It cascaded forward over the top of her head and onto the seat of the lounge chair, exposing her bare back. Her pretty face seemed totally buried into the cushion seat of this chair as I looked across this luxurious pool deck.
With her trim back fully exposed, it was ridiculously obvious that the pale skin on her back was completely covered with some sort of unusual dark spots. From my far away distance I could not make out the detail, but it was easily noticeable. My wife's bare legs were also covered with the same dark spots as she layed there motionless, face down, and in merely a pair of the tiniest full-cut black bikini panties.
Again, I looked around nervously hoping that noone else was in the area. I looked over my weakling shoulders in total fear of the young black stud's possible arrival. Then, I turned back and began mincing my way closer towards my passed out blonde wife.
"J-Julie? Julie?" I whispered, softly.
After I took another half dozen smaller strides, still looking over my shoulder with every other step, I began to shake and shiver uncontrollably.
"J-J-Julie?" I tried whispering heavier.
Still, there was no response.
I then inched my way closer and closer. My head was mostly turned away from my blonde wife as I was focused, in fear, on the glass entry doors to the pool area which was off to my left and behind me. Like a frightened wimp, I couldn't get the thought of the black stud suddenly aappearing and pproaching me out of my suddenly feeble mind. The intimidation I was feeling truly caused me to look back towards the doors with greater frequency. Scared, I continued to make profress on my way to Julie.
When I finally turned back to my passed out blonde wife laying face down on the beach chair I was only ten feet away. When I looked down to her lifeless body, I was astonished beyond what words can describe.
Those "dark spots" all over her body were actually more of the same dark, one inch sized black-inked spade symbols from the club. There were many, many more.
In awe, I stood there looking down in shame. The articles of clothing and shoes I had picked up along the way fell from my weakling arms and to the ground. They fell from my weak grasp in such a defeated way as I stood there shocked. I simply could not comprehend the pure audacity of this young black stud.
Julie's entire back and the backs of both of her legs were virtually covered with several dozen black ink spade symbols. She literally resembled sort form of a "spotted leopard" with the degrading black spade symbols as the spots. They myriad of spade stamps were strategically placed all over her perfectly-shaped pale white body.
My beautiful blonde wife's little black panties were obnoxiously torn open from behind. It was almost as if someone had purposely "cut" a hole in them with a knife. This hole in the back of her nylon panties had to be the size of a coke can and the hole "frayed" at the edges as if they were "ripped" open wider. Embarrassingly, these slightly frayed edges were stained with the grotesquely obvious remnants of dried up cum.
"Oh Gawd!" I screamed inside when I noticed this, and I began to cry.
"J-Julie? Are y-you o-okay?" I muttered.
There was still no response. None at all.
"Julie?" I whispered louder.
Unconsciously, I decided to make a feeble attempt to wake Julie. I don't know why I even wanted to do that at this point in time. Perhaps, I was just concerned for her? Maybe I just needed to hear from her own lips what had happened, or how she could even stand to be around such a man like this young black stud, or tolerate his crudeness. Whatever the reason was, I simpy began to shake Julie at the shoulders for her to wake up.
"Julie? Julie?" I pleaded.
With no response whatsoever, I passively took my beautiful blonde wife by the shoulders and tried turning her over. I wanted to turn her onto her back, but it was difficult for me. I struggled to do so with the demeaning knowledged that I didn't possess one-tenth the strength as the young black man.
I was only able to turn her over three-fourths of the way. Her back now layed in silence slightly past a sideways position, and her lifeless bold was only held in place by one of the arms of the chaise lounge chair.
Immediately, I was taken back by the sight of the black stud's neon-yellow bikini speedoes swimsuit that had been laying underneath her face. T flimsy bikini partially stuck to the side of her pretty face. It was painfully obvious that Julie had just had her face buried into the ass portion of this unruly black man's disgustingly flimsy nylon-spandex bikini. They seemed to slowly "peel" off from her face by themselves from her sideways position.
More degrading was the fact that when these skimpy bikinis fell from her face and back to the seat of this chair I noticed something else.
The entire butt part of the bright neon-yellow colored skimpy bikinis was filled with perfectly-formed lipstick prints. Astonishingly, they were lip prints in a deep red shade of lipstick color.
There had to be at least 12 fully-detailed kiss marks or prints on the ass of the bikini, and the deep red lip prints contrasted against the bright yellow bikini ass parts. The front crotch part of these ultra-degrading speedoes bikinis had more red lipstick "smudges" all over it.
