Her knight in shining armour

The moment her husband had finished cleaning up after himself, Emily had stuffed her plug back into her ass and flipped around to lay down in the bed. She was hardly paying her husband any attention as he cleaned himself up, grabbing her phone instead to reply to some texts.

"So... umm... did that remind you of old times?" Her husband asks.

"Hmm? Oh, um, yeah. Good to see you again. So listen, if it's all the same to you I might get going. You know, quotas to hit and whatnot." Emily says.

"What?! But I paid for the hour and it's only been... 8 minutes..." Her husband says, his voice waning a little as he realises how short their 'encounter' was.

"So what do you want to do for the rest of the hour then? I know you were never able to last more than one round before. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't already drifted off to sleep by now." Emily says with a laugh.

"Hey! That's... not... look... I was going to talk to you about something." Her husband starts, his cheeks flushed now.

"What's that?" Emily asks.

"Well, I know that we've been through a lot. And that this is all my fault for cheating on you in the first place. But... I'm willing to put this all behind us and help you out of this lifestyle. After all, we are still husband and wife." He says.

Emily stares at him a moment with a blank expression. Then, all of a sudden, she starts laughing hysterically.

"Wait, you seriously thought I would want to come back to you... after that... performance. Why on earth would I ever do that?" Emily says, holding back her laughter.

"But you... you're whoring yourself out for money. I don't know what happened at your job, if you couldn't focus after what I did to you or something else..." Her husband starts.

"I quit my job myself. You're right that I couldn't focus, but it had nothing to do with you. I couldn't focus because the only thing on my mind all day was how long it would be before I could finally suck on a thick, juicy, black cock again. That's when daddy suggested that I quit my job and start working for him. That way I could get paid for taking big black cocks all day long. It was the best career move I ever made, even if it means I have to 'service' the occasional white guy every now and then, although that's pretty rare on this side of town." Emily says, pointing a disgusted look at his crotch as she says that last part.

"I can't believe it. Here I was trying to save you from this life only to hear you voluntarily took it on. You're nothing more than a filthy whore!" He shouts, his pity turning to anger.

"Hahahaha, you're not wrong I suppose." She says with a chuckle.

"I'm out of here." He says, finishing re-dressing himself and storming towards the door.

"Ummm, not without paying you're not!" His wife shouts after him.

"There's no way I'm paying for having had sex with my wife. Especially not with your used-up holes." He says, turning back to the door and swinging it open.

However, as he goes to walk out, he's met with quite the surprise.