Day Off...

You arrived to a pretty boring day at work. There was very little to do and not much more came in. You exchanged meaningless conversation with Tom and Nate and sent a few e-mails. When it was around twelve, Tom told everyone to go home. He probably felt like a hero, but you knew it was just because he didn't want to pay everyone if there was no work to be done. Either way you left in a pretty good mood.

On the way home you received a text from Emily. You quickly looked at your phone while driving. Thankfully you were pretty close to home and were driving through a quiet street. You took your foot off the gas as you read the message and eventually slowed to a stop.

I have a new friend over today. I hope you don't mind. He's big and dark... I've never seen one so big before.

A familiar strange feeling emerged in the pit of your stomach as you read the text. You gazed up at the road. You were only around the corner from home, so you continued to drive very slowly. As you rounded the corner you spotted Emily's car in the driveway. There was another car parked on the street curb nearby, but it could have been for any of the residential houses. Regardless for some reason you parked quite a distance up the street and walked the rest of the way. As you approached your house you noticed that you were walking as quietly as you could. If anyone were to see you then it would've looked very suspicious.

You took out your phone and texted Emily.

Oh really? What's his name? You wrote as you looked over the car on the roadside. You'd definitely never seen it before and you felt dread as you began to think that it may be a visitor for your house.

You crept up to the front door and tried to listen against the door, but it was thick wood and you couldn't hear a thing. Your phone vibrated though.

Mark. He's going to fuck me now so I might not text back. Just think about me being fucked by a stranger while you're at work.

Of course Emily had no idea that you finished early but you hesitated to enter. Instead you rounded to the back of the house, making sure to not make a sound or bump into anything, especially going through the side gate. You walked awkwardly to the first window. For some reason you were sporting an erection just from the thought of your fiance... You peeked through the window. It was the guest bedroom, and it was empty. You felt your heart pound in your chest as you continued onto the next window.

This was the loungeroom window. You peeked through. It was empty, but the lights were on. You allowed a small sigh as you continued on edging towards the last window - the main bedroom. As you approached the window you heard a moan. You leaned your head forward and noticed the gap in the window - it was slightly open. Again you heard the lewd moan. You gazed around and then moved next to the window. You very carefully peeked through. You couldn't immediately see anything - the bed was empty and lights were on... but you heard the moan again. This time it was a man's deep voice. You almost bumped your head into the window, but caught yourself.

It came from below. Directly below the window.

You tried to peek down but couldn't manage to get the angle right. Thankfully the window was slightly open though... Not enough for your head to fit. You took out your phone and pressed video record. You then slowly pushed the phone into the gap in the window as quietly as you could. Thankfully Emily's moans were enough to cover the sound. You prayed that your phone wouldn't be spotted as you blindly aimed the camera towards where you heard the sound.

After half a minute you extracted your phone and hurriedly looked at the footage, being sure to mute the volume first.

You quietly exhale a sigh of relief when you confirmed that Emily was fucking a dildo but at the same time you oddly felt a little bit disappointed. You watched her, bent over on her arms and knees as she bounced her wet slit against the thick, black and quite realistic dildo. She had a laptop open in front of her and was watching porn which is where the male grunt came from. Though you did note that the porn she was watching seemed to be one woman being used by several black men.

You wanted to take another look, but this time you wanted to use your own eyes. You slowly pushed the window, timing it with Emily's moans to disguise the sound. You edged it over albeit with a little more haste than wise from a lack of good judgement caused by the painful erection you had, but thankfully Emily didn't seem to notice. After what seemed to be forever you finally had the window open a decent amount for you to stick your head in, and you did.

You peeked down at your fiance's beautiful body. She was wearing sheer lingerie that you'd not seen before. Her firm round ass was proudly raised up towards the wall, and the thick black dildo was firmly pushed inside of her tight snatch. She moaned as she slid the length inside her. You could see her tight lips wrapped around the meaty toy as it pressed deeper inside her.

You took out your phone and quietly texted her.

Is Mark a new toy you have?

You saw Emily pick up her phone and read your text. She shuffled a bit and placed the phone underneath her. Shortly after you received a text back with a picture. It was a shot from underneath, and you could see the shaft stuffed inside your fiance's cunt. To her merit, if you didn't know that it was a dildo you would have thought it was the real thing.

Is that real?? You texted her again. Even though you knew it wasn't real, you wanted to see how she'd play it.

You watched her glimpse at her phone. She ignored it for a time and continued to fuck the dildo while rubbing herself. She seemed to be really into the porn she was watching too. She eventually picked her phone up and you looked at your own with eager anticipation.

Mm... It could be... What if it was? She replied to your text. You felt aroused by her response, the way she was toying with you. You hadn't realised it until then but you were rubbing your cock slowly through your pants. You dreaded to look around and see if any neighbors had spotted you. Thankfully not.

How did you meet him? You texted back. You weren't sure how you'd respond if you didn't know it was a dildo, so you wanted to play it safe. It wasn't until you sent the message that you realised that Emily could interpret the question as approval.

He introduced himself to me at the mall just today... Fuck he's so big. I think I'm going to invite him over every day. She responded.

You gazed through the window. Emily was still watching porn, though it was a different clip this time. You couldn't really see the screen so you used the camera on your phone to zoom in. It was titled 'BBC slut wife'. A woman being taken doggy style by a black man... Much like Emily was fucking the fake black cock. She moaned lewdly as she matched the rhythm of the couple on screen.

You began to stroke yourself harder as you leant against the wall, watching Emily fuck herself. You'd taken your cock out through the fly and risked it in the backyard, still conscious of someone spotting you. Thankfully the fence was relatively high.

Emily was rubbing her clit underneath her fast as you watched her ass bounce against the fake cock, a wet squelch sounding with her every movement. You grunted softly as you felt the arousal push you over, and you grunted a little too loudly when you came onto the brick wall. You awkwardly moved away from the window, certain that Emily heard the sound you'd made, and you hurriedly retraced your steps away, zipping up your fly before you rounded the corner and made your way to the front of the house. You tried your best to speed walk casually back to your car, hoping that Emily didn't spot you.

As you climbed into the car you looked at your phone. You'd realised that you hadn't texted back so you did so.

What are you doing now...? You wrote.

Mmm... Mark's filled me up... He's done today, but I'll probably see him again. She wrote.

With that you turned the engine on and did a U-turn. You couldn't return to the house at this point and you had a few hours to kill for it to seem like you finished a full day of work, so you spent time at the shops and looking at social media on your phone. Eventually you went home.