She follows the plan and sends a message (POV'Alison)

DAfter my disillusionment with being the deputy head of the department I went back to my beautiful wife, walking up to her I noticed some people whispering and laughing, it looks like it was from me but I ignored it.

On the way I saw the women that Jamal brought sitting alone, they were smiling at me and then they started talking to each other, was that weird, did I do something weird?

When I got to where I left Emily I noticed that it was empty, she was no longer there, a bad feeling took over me. Jamal left his guests alone and my wife disappeared, that was weird, soon my cell phone vibrated, it was a message from my wife "Honey, I came home, I couldn't wait any longer. Come back soon" was the message, I was surprised because besides not staying long, I don't took a while, but that's good, it means it has nothing to do with Jamal.

Taking advantage of the fact that my main objective of coming was accomplished, I just waited another ten minutes having some light drinks and went home.

The house was empty when I arrived, either she had gone to sleep or she hadn't arrived yet. I walked towards our room and shouted that I arrived but no response, she was sleeping.

It was only when I finished climbing the stairs that I started to hear some noises, first there were moans of pleasure and the closer I got the louder it got and I also began to hear the creaking noise of the bed.

I had a bad, really bad feeling. This can't be happening, my wife can't be cheating on me, can she? If it's really my wife, who is it with? Our neighbor? Her beautiful Pilates teacher? A lot of theories were on my mind except who was really there. As I opened the door I saw a tall, muscular black man kneeling between my wife's legs. He was moving quickly and very hard against my beloved Emily's pussy, I was shocked and worse, I knew who he was, Jamal, my hated coworker who was about to steal my job at the firm and was now fucking my wife like a whore.

"Ahhh, that, faster. It fucks me up" I heard Emily scream begging to be fucked even more. I was looking surprised at this why don't I stop them? Why can't I do anything? And why am I excited watching my wife get fucked with a black man in our bed?

I wondered, that's when I saw Jamal lean forward, put his hands on Emily's throat and squeeze. He was obviously having trouble breathing.

"That bitch, moan louder, say you love my big black dick." They said then the other hand went to my wife's face and soon he slapped her hard in the face. I was surprised, Emily was always very kind, especially in bed, she always liked to have light and affectionate sex. But now here she is, moaning like a bitch to a black man.

"Yes I love your big black cock, I love it, please keep fucking me" moaned Emily to Jamal, the most despicable guy I've ever met and the worst part is I was horny.

I had to do something now, it didn't matter if I was wet from it all, she was my wife and it wasn't going to stay that way. Soon I opened the door and walked in, already talking "What the hell is going on here?" I spoke loudly and they looked at me, the effect caused was different than expected. They didn't stop, they didn't try to explain they just looked at me and continued.

"Hi Alison, you're late, we're busy here so if you don't mind can you leave? Or stay whatever, but don't get in the way" said Jamal with arrogance and that smile that irritates me., I looked at Emily, to see if she explained something but she just moaned, so they weren't even paying attention to me anymore, they just continued there fucking and I was watching. What I do?