The Party

Chris remained seated on the couch in exactly the same position Adriana had left him in. The TV was on with the volume muted, some random match he didn’t care about. His phone lay face up on his thigh, vibrating every few minutes like a cruel reminder.

It was 11:47 p.m. when the first messages arrived.

**Adriana ❤:**

We’re here, love. The club is beautiful—everything black with red lights. Abella and the girls introduced me to some friends. Just dancing and having a drink. I love you so much. Don’t worry ❤

Chris took a deep breath. “Just dancing.” He repeated it three times like a mantra. He typed:

**Chris:**

I’m glad, sweetheart. Have fun and let me know when you’re heading back. Love you.

The reply took eight minutes.

**Adriana ❤:**

Relax, I’m a good girl

And then Abella’s barrage began.

The first message came with an attached photo. Chris opened the app with his heart in his throat.

**Abella :**

Guess who, baldy… Who’s this girl getting so happy with something so big?

The photo was censored with thick black bars: eyes covered, mouth obscured where something thick was entering. Only short black tousled hair was visible, a feminine hand gripping something enormous and dark that disappeared beneath the censor bar. Chris recognized the body instantly.

It was Abella. It had to be Abella.

Chris:

Abella, is that you? What the hell is that?

Abella :

Hahaha, me? Maybe… or maybe it’s a very naughty friend. What do you think, baldy? I’ll just say that tonight she’s trying something that’s helping her “regain her sanity”

Chris felt a cold sweat form at the back of his neck. He typed quickly:

Chris:

Tell me the truth. Where is Adriana?

There was no reply. Instead, another photo arrived thirty seconds later.

This time the censoring was more playful. The same girl (Abella, surely), lying down, wrapped around what appeared to be a man, a black bar covering the eyes. The angle revealed thick veins along the man’s forearms. Abella’s caption read:

Abella :

Second riddle: who’s swallowing the “medicine” she needed so badly? Hint: it’s not the first time she’s tasted it tonight… but it’s the one she’s enjoying the most

Chris felt the air leave his lungs. He zoomed in on the photo. The girl’s body… the wide hips, the curve of the waist… it wasn’t exactly Abella’s. Or was it? The censor bars were driving him insane.

Chris:

Abella, stop. Is it Adriana? Tell me it’s not her.

Abella :

Adriana? Who’s that? I’m just sending you photos of “friends.” Want another one? This one’s my favorite right now.

Chris:

Abella… is that Adriana? Tell me the truth.

Abella :

Adriana? Oh, what an imagination you have. I’m just sending you photos of a “friend” who needed to “regain her sanity” tonight. Want the next riddle?

Photo 2. Same censorship over eyes and mouth. The girl now had her lips around the tip of a monstrous black cock, thick as her wrist. No hands used. Only her mouth. Her jaw was tense, her cheeks hollowed, trying to take it all in.

Abella :

Second one: who’s “tasting” the tip of something she’s never tried before? Hint: she says it’s much sweeter than she expected

Chris:

Stop, damn it. Is it my wife? Abella, answer me.

Abella :

Third riddle… look how well this suits her.

Photo 3. Now the black stallion had both huge hands gripping the girl’s head by the hair. Black bars covered her eyes and where the cock disappeared into her throat. You could see the drool running down her chin, her neck swollen,

Abella :

Who’s letting herself be “guided” like never before? She says she finally feels like she’s being truly used.

Chris’s mouth went dry. He typed with hands that no longer obeyed:

Chris:

Abella… please… tell me Adriana is just dancing.

Abella :

Fourth. This one’s my favorite.

Photo 4. The black guy lying on his back, spread-eagled, legs open. The girl (Adriana’s unmistakable body) was between them, face buried in his dark ass.

Abella :

Who’s “cleaning” where she’s never cleaned before? She says the taste is… addictive. She never thought she’d enjoy “tasting” something so forbidden so much.

Chris:

Stop. I beg you.

Abella :

Fifth. Now here comes the good part.

Photo 5. The girl lying face down, ass raised. The black guy behind her, monstrous cock disappearing between her cheeks. Eyes and point of penetration censored, but you could see her fingers digging into him, her back arching, sweat running down her spine.

Abella :

Who’s discovering that the “other side” can also fill her completely? She says it hurts so good… and that she wants more.

The last photo arrived almost instantly.

Photo 6. The black guy standing, cock out, still hard and glistening. The girl lying on her back, legs spread wide, pussy and ass completely exposed. Eyes and face censored. But the ass… dripping thick white semen, heavy streams running down her cheeks, dripping.

Abella :

Last riddle of the night, calvito: Who got the “full treatment” she so desperately needed to regain her sanity? She says she’s never felt so full… and so empty at the same time. Can you guess who it is?

Just then, a message from Adriana came in.

Adriana ❤:

Love, I’m having the most amazing time. One of the guys is… incredible. He makes me feel things I didn’t even know I needed. Don’t worry, okay? Tomorrow I’ll tell you only the nice parts. I love you so much ❤

Chris stared at the last photo. The dripping semen. The body he had held for fifteen years.

He didn’t reply.

He couldn’t.

He just let the phone fall onto the sofa and sat there, breathing in short, shallow bursts, while the notifications kept coming.

Because there was no longer any doubt.

And because they knew he already knew.

And no one was going to say it out loud.