I remember it well, the spring of 1993. The week that I found out that my husband Albert was cheating on me. That was the last straw and I filed for divorce the very next day. Six years of marriage was now officially over, and I couldn’t wait to get away from my lying cheating now ex-husband.

My heels clicked loud and in a rigid rhythm against the sidewalk as I powered myself home to retrieve the last of my belongings. The last four days were exhausting moving all my stuff into my friend Marcy’s apartment, and now after working all day, I was storming home for the last time to complete the move.

Albert was in Reno all that week attending a business conference, but when I called his hotel room a young woman that he worked with answered the phone. She didn’t know that Albert was married when she started up with him, so she did me the favor of not telling him that I knew of the affair. Albert wasn’t there when I called so he didn’t know that the jig was up. Hell, he didn’t even know that I was now moving out of the house. Fuck him! Serves him right for cheating on me!

We lived in Sacramento, in a condo park in midtown. It was a nice condo but with what we made; we should have already been in our own house by that time. My husband was a software engineer who was paid very well, and I worked as a cashier at an upscale department store. My job required me to wear a uniform, basically a tan jacket, white blouse, and a dark blue business skirt and a pair of sensible heels, which is what I had on as I hurried home to the condo for the last time.

I met Albert seven years before that and agreed to move in with him and get married after only a few months of dating. We never bought a car because of some bullshit hangup about the environment that he had, so I walked the half a mile to work every day while he carpooled into his office. He really was a cheap man.

I got home and gathered the last of my things and put them into a suitcase and left. I put the keys to the condo in the mailbox with an angry note and a copy of the divorce for him to sign.

I was so mad at him. Here I was 34 years old, a faithful wife to him for six years, and he goes and cheats on me with a much younger woman. I found out years later that he cheated on me more than once during our marriage which really made me crazy. It hurt and I just wanted to put my life with him far behind me. I was still in my prime, 5’8” 115 lbs., with long legs and a nice ass. My hair was full and light blonde and went halfway down my back.

Marcy was 23 years old, eleven years younger than me. We’d been working together for about 3 years and had gotten very close. We spent a lot of time together in work, and we always took our lunch together. She was pretty, about 5’6”, 125 lbs., and had shoulder-length dark-brown hair. She had a fantastic figure and all the men at the bank and even some of the customers would flirt with her, but she never complied. In fact, I had no clue about her personal life, we just never talked about it.

My new home at Marcy’s apartment was in a complex called Dewey Gardens, which was located just outside of Oak Park which was a seedy hood-like area. I took the remainder of my things to the storage area in the laundry building, then walked to Marcy’s apartment. The day was Friday, and Marcy had the Fridays off from the bank. As I got closer to her apartment, I saw her little red Honda Civic parked in the parking lot.

I’d never been inside the apartment, just been bringing all my things to the storage unit all week, but Marcy had given me a set of keys. She said that there were two bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen, and a living room. The front door opened into a foyer just before the kitchen and when I entered, I noticed that it was dark and a mess with dishes. I could hear grunting noises coming from further in, so I called out ‘Marcy?’ but didn’t get an answer.

I walked into the living room and saw the bathroom down the hall between two rooms which had to be the bedrooms. I walked towards them and when I got there, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Marcy was having sex with a large hulking black man. I ducked my body back from the door and watched them by peeking through the door where the hinges were. It was really shocking.

Marcy was on all fours hanging off the corner of bed in the doggy position, and the big black man was fucking her from behind. The guy was huge, and his penis was gargantuan. He was pumping that large black cock completely in and out of Marcy’s vagina and she was losing her mind, screaming, panting, and moaning in extreme pleasure. The guy’s prick had to be at least 10 inches. It looked like a dark black one of those clubs that policemen used to carry.

I knew that I shouldn’t be violating their privacy, but at the same time I couldn’t drag my eyes away from what they were seeing. In the three plus years that I’d known Marcy, I never pictured her to be sexual. In fact, because she always rebuffed all the men who would hit on her in work, I thought she was either lesbian or asexual.

In and out, in and out, I watched on as the big muscular black man drilled a big hole between my friend’s legs from behind. My own pussy was starting to drench my panties from the sight, and I found myself feeling jealous that it wasn’t me being fucked that hard. I shifted my legs a bit as I stood there, and tried to get my hand down my skirt and into my panties but it was too tight.

Suddenly, the man screamed out and then pulled his glistened cock from Marcy’s pussy and she swung around in front of it, and he shot his sperm in ropes directly into Marcy’s face. The man then backed up from the bed, and against the part of the room that I couldn’t see. Then to my surprise ANOTHER naked black man, this one thinner and les muscular but with the same sized cock walked into my view and got on the bed with Marcy.

The *new* man pushed Marcy down to her back and raised her legs above his shoulders and he drove his ten inches directly into Marcy’s well fucked and dilated pussy. He pulled back and grabbed both of her ankles with his hands and then fucked my friend mercilessly like he was trying to put her body through the mattress and to the floor.

As he boned her hard, Marcy’s eyes disappeared into the back of her head and she got lost in exstacy, moaning, and screaming and thrashing about under this second black man. I couldn’t take anymore and decided that I’d seen enough, so I tiptoed into the other bedroom and quietly shut the door behind me. When I turned around, I jumped in shock to see a THIRD naked black man passed out on the bed.

‘What the hell was going on?’ I asked myself in my head as I stood there silent trying not to wake him. He was a handsome man, a good 6’5” tall, but the most precious thing about him was that his cock was even bigger and wider than the two I’d just seen fucking Marcy. I carefully turned to open the door again but when I did, I knocked a magazine off the dresser to the floor and it made an audible slap on the floor.

I nervously bent down to pick it up and when I stood back up with it, I realized that the man on the bed was now awake and staring at me. My eyes left his but stupidly gazed back down at his giant cock which looked like a black boa lying between his legs. It was starting to rise from its lair too, getting bigger and hard before my eyes.

“I’m Keyla. Marcy’s friend from work.” I said, trying to break the tension that I was feeling. He was silent though, and my face started getting red, so I turned again to open the door, but he jumped off the bed and put his hand on the door to keep it closed. “Please don’t leave. They call me Roger. Marcy told us that one of her friends was coming to live with us.