Finally waking up

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*

"Oh fuck yes baby! *Schllrpuurplruprlrp* fuck my ass just like that!" A depraved woman squeals.

Emily's husband finally regains consciousness some time later. The return of his senses are staggered. At first, all he can hear is the sound of his wife's ass cheeks being clapped by who knows who, intermixed with a messy wet slurping sound and her lewd cries of pleasure. As his sight finally returns to him, he's greeted with a shocking scene before him. Whilst he remains in the same position he lost consciousness in, slumped against the motel room wall, the scene surrounding him has changed dramatically.

His eyes are immediately drawn to his heavily pregnant wife, who is on her hands and knees on the bed. She has a muscular black man fucking her from either end, one in her mouth and the other presumably in her ass. A sinking feeling hits him as he sees how rough they're being with his poor wife, pounding her holes from both ends. And the worst part, she seems to be loving it. Even with a thick black cock buried deep down her throat, her husband could tell by the guttural noises Emily was making that she was enjoying herself far more than she ever had when they were together.

"Mmmmm! *GLURK* *GAWK* *GAWK* *GAWK*" Emily appears to have no shame as she hinges her jaw open wide to accomodate the girthy cock forcing its way down her throat. The small puddle on the bedsheets beneath her mouth shows she's been at this for some time now.

It takes some time for Emily's husband to finally look away from the horrifying sight of his wife getting spitroasted by two black men long enough to see the other group of people standing in the room. A couple metres away from his wife stands three other black men huddled in a small circle near the door. Emily's husband has to peer between their legs to see Val kneeling in the middle of them, now completely naked and using her mouth and two hands to simultaneously pleasure each of the three men surrounding her.

Finally reacclimated to his horrifying new surroundings, Emily's husband clumsily stumbles to his feet, still a little disoriented from getting knocked out. At first noone even notices him, everyone seemingly preoccupied with more important tasks in this depraved interracial orgy. Feeling unsettled at the sight of his pregnant wife getting fucked by two big black cocks, he makes his way towards the door. However, the small crowd gathered around Val is blocking his way.

"Excuse me guys, I need to get through." He says, trying to **** his way past them.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold up there buddy." One of the men says, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

"You're not going anywhere until you pay up." He continues.

"Come on guys, would you please just let me through." He pleads, sounding ****.

"Sounds like he needs to be put to sleep again." One of the men fucking his wife calls out, who he recognises to be her 'daddy' by his voice.

"No no no no ok ok, I'll pay, I'll pay." He responds swiftly, his head still aching from the first time.

He pulls his phone from his pocket and steps away from the door, instead walking over to the bed where Emily is still getting spitroasted. As he approaches he notices a pile of items lying on the bed between her legs. Atop a puddle of his wife's making lies her metal buttplug, a pink egg vibrator, which is still running, and the piece of pink tape that was previously covering her pussy. He can tell that there was no hope of the adhesive holding with how wet her pussy is. Even if he weren't being **** to listen to the perverted sounds his wife was making whilst getting simultaneously fucked in her ass and mouth, her husband would still be able to tell how much she was enjoying herself from her dripping wet pussy.

Not able to bear the sight of his wife enjoying herself as she's spitroasted by two big black cocks any longer, Emily's husband opens the camera on his phone and kneels down on the ground to try and find the QR code she showed him earlier so he can pay them their money and get out of there. Whilst Emily doesn't even notice him kneeling down beside her, the two black men fucking her from either end stare with grins as he desperately tries to spit the QR code tattooed beneath her breast. Unfortunately for him, it continuously slips in and out of view as Emily's heavy breasts swing back and forth beneath her as she's fucked roughly from both ends.

"Come on guys, could you slow it down a little bit so I can scan this thing." Emily's husband pleads.

"Whaddya say hoe, want us to slow down for your hubby here?" The man at her front end asks.

*POP*

"Please... daddy... don't slow down." Emily moans, catching her breath between words.

"But how am I meant to scan this thing then?!" Her husband asks in a frustrated tone.

"You'll... just... have to... wait." She says softly, the wind getting knocked from her by the thick cock ramming her asshole.

"You heard the bitch." The man at her front end says, sticking his cock back between {Emikly}'s lips.

Emily's husband resigns to his fate, sighing as he stands and skulks away to a chair in the corner of the room, which is unfortunately pointed directly at the bed his wife is getting spitroasted on. He plants his face into his palms and lets out a deep sigh as he accepts the reality that he's stuck here watching his wife have a train run on her ass for now.