Epilogue (Bad End)

It had been almost 9 months since Emily's husband had last seen his wife. In fact, the last time he had actually seen her was over a video call in which he watched her getting fucked in the ass by a black man on a poker table. Ever since that night, she had simply blocked his calls. He had tried to go by their old house, only to find out that she had moved places. At one point he even tried to go by her work, but her coworkers told him that she had left her job there not long after he had last spoken to her. It was as if she had just vanished off the face of the Earth. The only thing giving him hope was the fact that she had never actually filed for divorce, meaning she was technically still his wife. He was surprised at this, given she was a lawyer and surely knew the ramifications of not going through the proper legal processes. Regardless, he had held out hope for some time that she would eventually forgive him for cheating on her with some prostitute and come back, especially now that it seemed she had gotten more than even on her night out with Val. However, the longer things went on, the less likely it seemed that she would ever return.

Eventually, he gave up on waiting and went back to his old ways, paying hookers for sex. However, this time around he ran into an issue. Each time he would go to have sex, he couldn't manage to get the picture of Emily getting fucked in the ass by one of those black men out of his mind. The image of his wife getting railed by a black man was haunting him and making him borderline impotent. He had developed some sort of inferiority complex and he couldn't work out how to fix it. Eventually, an idea came to him. His issue was that his girlfriend had been fucked by a black man, so why didn't he go fuck a black man's girlfriend. He was sure that he could find some hooker with a black boyfriend, and then he would be even, and his inferiority complex would finally be a thing of the past.

In order to enact his plan, he caught a taxi to a dodgy side of town that he knew to have plenty of whores and a predominantly black demographic. He made sure to go fairly late at night, just in case anyone he knew was around, not that anyone he knew would be caught dead on this side of town.

He had his taxi drop him off around the corner from where all the brothels were located, hoping to avoid the judgement of this stranger. However, the moment they arrived the cab driver gave him a grin in the mirror that demonstrated he knew exactly why they were there. The embarrassment he felt would be worth it if he could just cure his stupid impotence. He hurried out of the cab and turned the corner to get out of view as quickly as possible. The moment he did, he saw he had reached his destination. The narrow alley before him was dotted with brothels, strip clubs and sex stores on either side. Out the front of most of these stores was a number of scantily clad women, one of whom was sure to suit his purposes. He starts walking down the strip, checking out each of the sultry whores calling out for his attention like a shopped walking down a supermarket aisle. Then, suddenly one voice cuts through all the rest and immediately makes him freeze in place.

"Hey handsome, you looking for a good time?" A woman says in a seductive voice.

Emily's husband snaps his head to the source of the voice and his eyes widen with shock. He's in complete disbelief that standing there before him is his wife, Emily. He hardly recognises her at first, with her appearance looking so different to the last time he saw her. For starters, her outfit is something he wouldn't have imagined her being caught dead wearing. Her entire ensemble of clothing seems to be a matching hot pink set, the type that might be associated with some ditzy bimbo. Just barely covering her chest is a latex tube top that leaves most of her breasts hanging out underneath. On her lower half is an extremely short miniskirt, with whale-tail panties pulled up over her hips to be showing on top of the skirt. Her legs are bearing some pink thigh-high fishnets with pink stripper heels on her feet. Her fishnets seem to have some sort of remote attached to them at the top, with a mysterious wire running up under her skirt and disappearing to who knows where. Her only other piece of clothing is a pink leather collar wrapped around her neck which has a little metallic spade symbol dangling from it.

As shocking as all of this is, the thing Emily's husband can't take his eyes off of is her belly, which appears to be heavily pregnant! He can't believe his eyes. Not only does his wife appear to be a street-walking whore, but she's also heavily pregnant. He finally overcomes his shock when she flaunts her body in an attempt to seduce him further.

"You like what you see." She says with a smile, seemingly not even recognising him.

"Emily, it's me! Your husband!" He exclaims.

"OMG, I hardly even recognised you babe. It's been so long." She responds.

Although it's definitely her voice, the way she speaks seems completely different from what he remembers. She sounds like some sort of air-headed bimbo, certainly matching her appearance.

"You didn't recognise me! But you're the one who looks... completely different!" He says, shocked by how nonchalant she's being about this reunion. His eyes dart down to her heavily pregnant belly as he says this.

"Oh... right, this." She says with a chuckle, rubbing her belly with her hand.

"Is... is it... mine?" Her husband asks timidly, thinking back to the last time he saw her, which was roughly 9 months prior.

"Hahahahaha, God no. I used to always make you wrap that little thing up in a condom, remember." She says with a smile whilst looking at his crotch.

"Then... then whose is it?" Her husband asks, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment as he brushes off her insulting statement.

"Well, I'm not quite sure to be honest. I know I got pregnant that last night that I spoke to you, but my pussy got filled up with a whole lot of cum by a whole lot of black men in a very short period of time, so I'm really not sure who the daddy is." Emily says with a shrug.

Emily's husband couldn't believe what his wife was saying, let alone how casual she was being about it. It was as if all of this had somehow become normal to her. How could she possibly have changed so much over the past nine months.

"Ooooh. Ooooooh. Ahhhh. Oh fuck, that's a big one." Emily suddenly starts moaning, interrupting her husband's train of thought.

She starts squirming and crossing her legs, as if uncomfortable by something. Her husband watches as some clear fluid suddenly comes spraying from beneath her skirt, down her leg and onto the ground.

"Oh my God, are you... going into labour!?" Her husband asks, shocked at the idea that his wife might be about to deliver another man's baby.