A new set of eyes

Emily loses track of time as she has her asshole reamed on the edge of that table. Her mind goes blank save for the sensation of having her rear end stretched out by this stranger's BBC in front of all his friends. She exists in her own little bubble, containing nothing more than her, the fat cock in her ass and the crowd of men watching her take it like a champ. This is what prevents her from noticing the sound of her phone ringing. That and the echoes of her cheeks being clapped.

In fact, the only person who does notice the buzzing coming from Emily's purse is Val. For whatever reason, she decides to walk over and pull her friend's phone out. She's unsurprised to see it's Emily's cheating husband calling. A stroke of mischeif crosses Val's mind as she sees his contact photo displayed on the screen. Perhaps he ought to see how his wife is getting her **** after he cheated on her. She swipes to answer the call, immediately enabling the video on selfie mode. Before it can load, Emily's husband immediately starts speaking in a flurry of words.

"Look honey, please don't hang up! I'm sorry for what I did and how I reacted before. I just couldn't believe that you would cheat on me, but it was totally justified after what I did. Anyway, I'm willing to..." He says before pausing as the video loads.

"Wait, Val is that you?! What the hell's going on? I should have known you were behind this shit!" He exclaims.

"Hey loser. That was quite the little speech you had prepared." She says with a laugh.

"Are you... naked?! And is that... cum... on your face. God, I always knew you were a slut. Listen, you can't go dragging Emily down with you. We may have had our troubles, but we're gonna work this out... Wait, what's that noise in the background?" Emily's husband asks.

He seems to have picked up on sounds echoing throughout the room. Namely a distinct clapping sound coming from the other side of the camera, along with the creaking of a table and a woman moaning like a banshee. Emily has still yet to notice the converstation happening on the other side of the room, seemingly too focused on taking it up the ass like the good anal whore that she aims to be.

"What noise?" Val says teasingly, playing the role of a dumb blonde bimbo to match her appearance.

"It sounds like... some woman's being tortured or something..." Emily's husband says.

"Oh that noise. You mean you don't recognise her voice? Perhaps I better show you." Val says, walking over to the table.

"Wait... you mean..." Emily's husband starts as the realisation of what he's hearing slowly starts to dawn on him.

By the time he begins to grasp what's happening, Val has walked over to the table that Emily's getting her ass pummelled on. It's at this point that Emily finally notices that her friend is up to something. She stares at her with a confused face, her mind too scattered by the intense assfucking to quickly work out what's going on. She stares straight at the phone as Val flips the camera around to face her. The men are all looking at Val now too, confused as to what's going on.

"Say hi to your wife, asshole." Val says as she flips the camera.

Emily stares into the camera with wide eyes as she realises what's happening, her body still being rocked back and forth as the man behind her doesn't let up with the hardcore anal fucking.

"Oh my God! Emily! What the fuck's going on?! Who are all these guys?! And why does it sound like they're torturing you?! Do I need to call the cops?!" Her husband exclaims through the phone.

"No! Don't... do that." Emily gets out between interrupted breaths.

"Why don't you tell your husband what he's doing to you." Val says mischievously.

At this point all the guys in the room are looking wide eyed at the phone, obviously surprised that the woman they've been taking turns fucking this evening is married. Seemingly unconcerned, the man behind her continues fucking her ass on camera.

"He's... fucking... my ass!" Emily moans out like a whore.

"What?! But I thought... you said you would never want to try that in a million years?" Her husband exclaims.

"Maybe not with you, you limp dicked loser." Val says to the camera.

"But now that she's found some real men, they can use her body however they want. Isn't that right Emily?" Val asks.

"Oh fuck! That's... that's right." Emily lets out, still struggling to accomodate her oversized lover.

"I... I can't believe this. It can't be true." Her husband says in disbelief.

"Yeah well, you better believe it. Because as of tonight, your wife's holes are gonna be way too stretched out for your tiny dick." Val says.

"You bitch! You've ruined her! You've ruined my wife!" Emily's husband exclaims angrily over the phone.

"I didn't do a thing. Everything your wife's done tonight was completely her own decision." Val responds.

"You're lying. I don't believe it. There's no way the Emily I know would ever do all this voluntarily." Her husband answers.

"Well you can ask her all about it next time you see her. For now, that's enough out of you. Say bye Emily." Val says.

"Bye... asshole." Emily says with a smile.