The plain brown envelope came to my office and had been opened as usual by my secretary who handed it to me without a word. A picture was inside. The picture was of my wife. She was lying naked on an uncarpeted floor, her legs spread wide to reveal her cunt more completely and openly than I'd ever seen it myself, cum oozing from her vagina. She was smiling encouragingly at whoever had taken the photo. The brazenness of her pose was like a physical blow. The work day passed in a daze while I wondered if my secretary had told anyone. I knew she'd seen. When I got home, Julie was in the kitchen drinking wine. Silently, I laid the photo on the table. « Oh » she said casually, « he did send it to you. I wondered if he'd have the balls. » I stared at her. « What does this mean ? » I said. Julie looked at me levelly. »What it means, Paulie darling, is that I'm getting fucked, » she said calmly. « And, by the way he's black and half my age and he's got a huge cock that he likes to stick in all of my holes. If you care to put your hand in my panties right now, you'll discover that they're full of his cum because I haven't cleaned myself up since he fucked me this afternoon because I like to keep his lovely juice in and on me for as long as possible. Please, darling, put you hand in. You know you want to know whether I'm telling the truth. » She uttered this filth in the same casual, slighty mocking voice, her eyes fixed shamelessly on mine. Since I made no move, she calmly pulled her skirt up to her waist and I could see that the crotch of her panties was stained with wetness. « A black man has owned 'your' cunt, Paul, » she said. « The one you thought was exclusively yours. How do you feel about that ? And you know what, he's not even the sort of sharp, professional black man, a lawyer or maybe a business executive, that you could maybe feel was a worthy rival. He's a delivery driver. When he works that is. He's just a dumb kid in his twenties who lives with his mom and has more muscles than brain who's lucked out with a white woman who happens to be your wife you're so proud of showing off at the club . » She still had her skirt up. She looked down and slid her hand inside her panty briefs, back into the black cum, then leered at me and licked her fingers as if they were fucking lollipops. « You know, he's not even grateful. He thinks I'm the one who should be grateful, » she said. « He says nothing beats black ass and tit but he's willing to teach a skinny white whore wife a lesson. He's lying, of course. Getting to fuck me any way he wants is terrific for his pride. You know, black revenge. Humiliate whitey. But I like to play along because I like it that he humiliates me and now that you know, it humiliates you too to be a black man's cuckold. In a funny way, it's kind of liberating to do stuff with him that I would never do with an asshole like you or your asshole fucking friends. I never say no to anything. Do you hear that Paul. I never say no to whatever he wants me to do. He's been deeper in my ass and throat that I ever thought it was possible to go. By the way, it was my idea to take that photo and have him send it to you at your office so that your bitch secretary would see it first. She knows, Paul, and by now everyone will know and there's nothing you can do about. Absolutely fuck all. » We stared at each other for a long moment as if we were wrestling with our eyes. Julie broke the spell. She eased her panties off completely and leaned back in her chair with her legs up and her knees wide. « Lick me clean, Paul, » she said. I licked.