The Downslide

Whore

Over the following weeks I received a small barrage of movie files that hardened my heart. For the first time I was bombarded with images of my wife taking pleasure in the arms of other men. In these scenes she was a lover, a worshipper and a wanton whore. The first scene opened with her moaning in ecstasy as she rode the manager of the club. I was regaled with images of extended session in which they made passionate love in a sumptuous bed. Subsequent scenes showed her in his arms, making love, pleasuring him with her mouth. I hardened as I watched her moan with joy as he took her ass. It grew sick in the stomach when she kissed him tenderly afterwards. It was clear to me that she become his woman.

Of course she was more than this. The vision of her with the manager was followed by many scenes of her entertaining clients. The footage that rolled on confirmed one thing to me. My wife’s fair skin and hair made her popular with men of African and Asian backgrounds. My eyes were assaulted with scene after scene of her sucking dark cocks, riding strong hard men and spreading her legs for endless numbers of lustful males of varying ethnicities. My horror at her absolute degradation was exacerbated by the knowledge that my wife’s body was slowly making me a wealthy man. In my darkest moments I began to feel like a real animal.

The growing boredom of these relentless scenes of lust were somewhat alleviated by two scenes that both shocked and mesmerised me. I was not at all prepared for the conclusion that unfolded before my disbelieving eyes.

The first bizarre scene began with vision of the room in which our first experiences of the club took place. This time the room was full of motorcycle gang members. There must have been a hundred men in the place. There rowdy conversation quieted as doors opened and five young women appeared. In the style of the club all were naked except for stiletto shoes and collars. Each wore a shiny wedding band – another hallmark of this perverted place that reduced loving, dutiful wives to the status of whores. These women looked terrified as they became aware of the environment they were entering. Their bodies had been unmodified and I surmised that they were new to the club. Given their stage in what would become an horrific journey their fear was totally understandable.

All five looked as if they would flee back to the shelter of the dressing room until it became obvious what was driving them into the bikers’ lair. Behind them was an older woman with five large afghan dogs on leashes. She was hooded in black leather and her full body was decked with a leather harness. The whip she brandished lashed the backs of the timid young women as the group moved forward. I recognised the woman with the whip as Jennifer.

As soon as the young wives were fully inside the room they were set upon by groups of men. In scenes reminiscent of so much of what I had witnessed previously these women were ravished without mercy. The sheer arithmetic of the situation made it obvious that each would have to service twenty men. As they wailed and begged for mercy their bodies were spread, flipped, fucked and reamed without any chance of release or relief. As these scenes unfolded I realised with horror that five naked men had been encased in tubes around the room. The looks of anger, anguish, frustration and fear on the faces of these men were palpable and electrifying. A few times I noticed that the ravished young women were dragged before the tubes and displayed to the encased men. This added to the pathos of the scene and increased the distress of the women who were being as cruelly used.

As the journey of these hapless couples into total degradation progressed Jennifer looked on with no hint of compassion in her demeanour. Looking cool and composed she mounted a dais in the middle of the room and began to make love to the two dogs. I realised that my own whore wife was there as a from of perverted entertainment. It wasn’t long until one of the young women was dragged to the dais and held down as a dog was sooled onto her. Jennifer actively participated in this final act of degradation, assisting the dogs to mount the hapless victims. All of the young wives were used this way before the entertainment ended. I was further shocked and somewhat appalled as Jennifer gave herself to various groups of bikers, apparently with great pleasure.

A few nights later I received a visit from the club. When I opened the door I was amazed to see Jennifer standing before me. My elation sank as she spoke. Her greeting was a formal “Hello Daddy, I am your ride for tonight.” The realisation that I was just another man to her hit me like a load of bricks. As her familiar hand began to stroke my cock my mind and body raced together. She took me hard and quickly, barely allowing me time to gather my confused thoughts as she disrobed and mounted my aroused meat. She rode me hard on the floor of our hallway and didn’t let up as she guided me to the bed and began to suck me to life again. Her body was so familiar yet the experience of her was totally different. This was some other woman. A new woman. A whore. She left after a session that lasted hours but seemed like minutes. As the door closed behind her I realised that my wife was gone. She was somewhere else - something else.

The following week a new movie was sent to me. It began with Jennifer cavorting on a bed with two beautiful black women. The three were clearly aroused as they kissed, caressed, sucked and licked each other. Jennifer was in ecstasy as one the dark beauties lay between her legs suckling on her engorged labia. The pair spread her wide then appeared to gradually control her and hold her down. A look of fear crept over her face as, spread on the bed, she watched something else in the room. As she looked, transfixed and wide-eyed, a huge black men walked into the shot. This naked god was hung like a donkey and his huge, fat erect cock appeared to guide him into the room. She whimpered and struggled as he approached. No words were spoken as he moved between her spread legs and pressed his enormous knob against her wet labia. Her wide eyes were fixed on his face as he wet that massive tip between her lips and began to press into her. Her eyes widened almost impossibly as she was slowly and inexorably impaled on this man’s huge shaft. He started to fuck her slowly as she grunted and moaned. The black women released their grip as he worked her and she steadily relaxed into the motion of his body.

Within minutes her hips were lifting to meet his thrusts as her mouth was reaching towards his searching for a lustful kiss. As he increased his rhythm she began to buck harder and her body was rocked by a long spasming orgasm. She kept cumming as he started to ram her. Her moans reached a climax as he pushed deep and held himself against her. As he released his load one of the dark women snapped a diamond studded leather collar onto her neck and the other clipped a leash to it. He took the leash as he pulled out of her then drew her shuddering body off the bed. As he left the room she followed him like a pet dog.