Getting started

Given she was already on the clock, Emily gets straight to business. She walks across the room and presses her body against her husband's, grabbing his crotch with one hand. She can barely feel anything there through his jeans, especially compared to what she's grown accustomed to. Regardless, she squats down on her heels, using her hands to work him out of his belt and drop his jeans to the floor. Sure enough, he does in fact have a dick hiding away in there beneath his underwear. She tugs at the elastic of his underwear until it finally comes poking out, half erect and barely a handful. She has to stop herself from frowning disappointedly at the sight of it. Daddy said that if she wanted to meet her nightly quotas she would have to service the white clients too, especially if she was going to continue giving a discount to all the black men that tapped her ass.

**** to get this over with, she starts stroking his cock with one hand whilst using her mouth to slobber on his balls. Even if she wasn't going to enjoy this herself, it was still her job to bring him pleasure.

"Oh fuck, you've really learnt a thing or too." Her husband moans out as Emily uses tricks she's learnt in their time apart.

Feeling he's about as hard as she remembers him ever getting, she shifts her lips north and starts sucking on the tip of his cock. She jumps a little at the much less palatable flavour of a white man's precum. Nonetheless, she pushes onward and gets his cock nice and wet for what's to come.

Emily's husband is enjoying his wife's new techniques a little too much and can already feel himself getting close after less than a minute of being in his mouth. He desperately tries to hold on, refraining from finishing so early and disappointing her. Tonight was supposed to be about showing her what she was missing out on in this debased new life she was leading. However, if he wanted to preserve any hope of this, he couldn't let his wife keep flicking the tip of his cock inside her mouth.

"Ok! Ok.. .that's enough. Let's... let's move on." Emily's husband says.

"Oh ok... I had barely even started but, if that's what you want." Emily says, doing little to hide her disappointment.

She stands from the ground with some difficulty, her heavily pregnant belly making everything a little harder these days. She then steps over to the bed and climbs up on her knees, bending over and arching her back so her ass is poking out at the ready for her client to use. The moment she bends over, her skirt immediately pops up without even needing to be touched, her fat ass doing all the work for her. The moment it exposes her bare holes, her husband's eyes widen at the sight before him.

It appeared that both of his wife's holes were already filled. Her ass is currently stuffed with the biggest buttplug he had ever seen. He was amazed that it could possibly fit inside of what was once a tight hole, completely untouched throughout their marriage. It must have gone through some serious stretching since then. Her pussy on the other hand is covered by a piece of pink tape, making it clear that her breeding hole is out of commission whilst she remains heavily pregnant. The only sign that anything is hiding away inside is a wire running out from under the tape and to what seems to be a pink battery attached to the top of her fishnets. This must be from the vibrator that she had said her 'daddy' had used to remotely make her cum out in the middle of the street earlier. As her husband approaches he can hear the faint hum as it pleasures her from within.

"You like what you see?" Emily says teasingly as she wiggles her ass.

"Oh my God, I can't believe this is really happening. My wife is actually a whore." Her husband says in disbelief, running a hand along her ass cheek which seems to have grown significantly since they last met.

"That's right, I'm your little whore for the next hour. Now come fuck me baby." She says with little enthusiasm.

Whilst he recognises the voice as his wife's, the words coming out of her mouth cannot possibly be her's. She never would have said these depraved things in a million years when he knew her. And yet, it was unmistakeably her face looking back at him over her shoulder with a somewhat bored expression. Sure, she seemed to have some lip filler and some whorish make-up covering her face, but that really was his wife. It was time to remind her how good they had it before he went and ruined their marriage by cheating, and rescue her from this life of debauchery.

"Alright babe, time to give it to you." He says, stepping close up behind her with determination.

*POP*

Emily's asshole makes a satisfying sound as she pulls the oversized plug effortlessly out of her stretched asshole. It twitches a little at first, as if winking back at her husband. Even when it finally stops spasming, it hangs open slightly, still gaped from the size of the plug that previously occupied it. Her husband can't help but wonder how many oversized black cocks have run through that thing to stretch it to that size.

"Do we... do we need some lube or something?" Her husband asks timidly, remembering what he had read on all those online guides when trying to convince his wife to try anal back in the day.

"Just spit on it, you're cock's already coated in plenty of my saliva anyway." Emily says back to him, almost sounding impatient now.

"What! Seriously?" Her husband says, shocked at his wife's filthy suggestion.

"Ugh fine, I'll do it." Emily says.

Her husband watches with wide eyes as she sticks two fingers down her throat deep enough to make her gag and spit up some saliva into her hand. She then reaches back and stuffs those very same fingers into her ass, rubbing it all around the edges to coat it in a healthy amount of saliva for what's to come.

"There, now let's get on with it." She says irritably.

Her husband doesn't waste any time, already feeling his erection waning from the thought of how many big black cocks have stretched out his wife's asshole before tonight. He grabs a hold of his cock and stuffs it into her back door with ease. He can feel the walls of her hole wrapped around his cock, but it's far from tight. She really had been stretched out beyond repair.

Pushing past the embarrassment of his inadequacies, he starts thrusting, hardly having to move his hips before her fat ass cheeks are pressed up against his waist.

"Mmmphh, fuck. You like that baby." He says, trying to spice things up a little with some dirty talk.

"Oh yeah baby, that feels so good." His wife replies, putting little effort into her acting.

It seemed that their little intermission had done little to hold back his imminent orgasm. Emily's husband was only a few strokes in before he could feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm about to arrive.

"Ah. Oh fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming in your ass baby." He says.

"Seriously, already... I mean, oooh baby that feels so good." Emily says, reminding herself that she's still with a client.

Her husband buries what he can of his cock into her ass and releases what little cum his balls contain inside of her. He takes a moment to catch his breath, his cock softening back to it's usual size as he does so. By the time it's fully soft, he can only feel it touching the bottom surface of her hole, his cum starting to dribble out around the edges.

"You mind cleaning up back there." Emily says, passing a box of tissues back over her shoulder.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Her husband says, grabbing some tissues and using them to wipe up his small load as it oozes out of her loose asshole.