Sexual life after discharge from the hospital

That day, I suddenly experienced pain in my right abdomen. I initially thought it would pass after a while, but two hours later, the pain not only didn't lessen but intensified, to the point where I couldn't even straighten my back. My wife, Katrina, seeing my suffering, quickly called the doctor. The doctor told her my symptoms resembled kidney stones and I needed immediate medical attention.
During the 20-minute drive to the hospital, every tiny bump a bump amplified the pain, and by the time we arrived, I was almost unconscious from the pain.
At the hospital, the doctors first gave me a painkiller injection, then performed an X-ray, which confirmed the presence of a stone in my right kidney. They prescribed painkillers, medication to help the stones pass, and gave me a filter. They instructed me to take the medication as directed at home, and then use the filter to collect urine during urination to see if any stones were expelled. They also told me to take painkillers if I felt pain.
Around 10 a.m. the next day, I actually passed a stone while urinating. Although the stone was only the size of a pinhead, it caused me excruciating pain.
I went back to the hospital, and my doctor performed an ultrasound to determine if I still had kidney stones.
The next day, the doctor called to tell me the results: "We have good news and bad news. There are no more kidney stones, but we found a malignant tumor in your right kidney—it's cancer."
After discussing it with my doctor and family, I was immediately hospitalized for surgery. My doctor, a general internist, referred me to a urologist for consultation and ordered many more tests, including X-rays and CT scans.
Five days later, I underwent surgery to remove my right kidney and gallbladder. The surgery was successful, but I developed an infection. After 19 days of treatment, I was finally discharged and returned home.
For the next four weeks, I stayed home to recover. Two months later, I gradually resumed my sex life with Katrina, but we mostly used the woman-on-top position, with her doing most of the movements while I just lay there enjoying it. A month later, I was finally able to fully fulfill my duties as a husband and returned to work.
A week after I returned to work, my best friend Dunga threw me a "near-death" celebration at his house, and many of my friends and their wives came to join in. We partied until about 2 a.m., when most of the guests left for home. My wife, Katrina, had drunk a bit too much, and Dunga's wife, Amy, helped her upstairs to the guest room to rest, while she went to her own bedroom to sleep.
Dunga, five other friends, and I sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking beer and talking about sex. Then, someone asked Dunga to find some pornographic films to watch. Dunga got up, took a disc from his collection, and put it in the DVD player. But as soon as the picture started playing, Dunga suddenly pressed the "stop" button and said, "Oops, wrong disc, not this one."
He then replaced it with another disc.
I noticed that Dunga didn't put the replaced disc back in his DVD case; instead, he carefully hid it at the bottom of a drawer, covering it with the case. I was curious; a pornographic DVD didn't seem worth his careful handling. In the brief clip it had shown, I thought I saw my wife, Katrina.
Finally, as Dunga left to see his friends off, leaving me alone in the living room, I quickly grabbed the DVD and stuffed it into my pocket. Since my house was only four blocks from Dunga's, I left my wife at his place to sleep and went home alone. Although I was very tired and sleepy, curiosity got the better of me, and I put the DVD in the player and sat on the sofa to watch it closely.
My feeling was right; Katrina was indeed in the video. But what I didn't understand was why Dunga had turned off the screen so hastily. It was just my wife, Dunga, and a few friends chatting on the living room sofa. However, I noticed some problems. First, my wife was the only woman in the video; Dunga's and the other men's wives weren't present. Second, none of the men present were my white friends; they were all black.
I turned the volume up a bit and listened carefully to their conversation. They were telling dirty jokes, and then the men started making obscene jokes with Katrina, asking her how she dealt with her sexual desires while I was in the hospital. Katrina blushed but admitted that she had indeed suffered from sexual urges.
At this point, a black man named Jimmy said, "Hey Katrina, you have so many friends, your friends can all help you with this, like me, Mel, Dave, Abby, Rob, and Bobby, we're all willing to do your bidding."
The others immediately burst into laughter, and Katrina laughed and said, "Yeah, you're right."
They continued to joke with Katrina, telling her to thank them properly, otherwise she would have to endure the sexual torment until I was discharged. At this moment, the DVD screen went blue for a few seconds, and when the image reappeared, I saw Katrina standing naked in front of Jimmy, one of his fingers inserted into her vagina, and his other hand rubbing her buttocks. Then I saw Bobby hug her from behind, kneading her breasts with both hands, while Jimmy inserted another finger into her vagina.
I pressed the "rewind" button on the DVD player and carefully checked the recording time. I found that there was a 30-minute gap between the first and second recordings. I don't know what happened during those 30 minutes that made Katrina change her mind, succumb to their seduction, and no longer remain chaste for me.
I continued watching, and then Bobby turned Katrina's body towards him, placed his hands on her shoulders, and pressed her down, making her kneel before him. Katrina knelt before him, watching him unzip his pants and pull out his huge black penis, the large purple glans already swollen like a child's fist. Bobby placed his bear-paw-like black hands behind Katrina's head, pressing her head towards his penis.
Katrina hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and licked the huge glans. Then, trembling, she took the huge glans into her mouth and began to perform oral sex on him. Behind her, Jimmy, who had already taken off his pants, knelt down, lifted Katrina's buttocks with both hands, and inserted
his hard, thick penis into her vagina. The moment he entered her, I saw Katrina's eyes widen; she was clearly unaccustomed to his size and hardness. At this moment, Mel, Dave, and Abby, who were sitting nearby, also took off their clothes and surrounded the two men and one woman who were having sex. Katrina diligently sucked on Bobby's penis, which was in her mouth, while constantly thrusting her body in response to Jimmy raping her from behind. It was a truly lewd scene: a slender white woman being wantonly raped from both front and back by two tall, strong black men, while three other equally tall and strong men's six hands fondled her breasts and buttocks.
I had never imagined my wife could behave so lewdly, and I began to wonder if this was the first time she had sex with so many men at the same time, and I also wondered if she had done this with my white friends. But I'm certain that at least one other person was involved in this lewd activity, because someone had to be there to record the whole thing. I think the person recording with the camera must have been Dunga, since the entire background is in Dunga's living room.
In the footage, Bobby starts moaning, "Oh, oh, I'm going to cum, baby, it's coming, baby, here's some delicious chocolate sauce for you!"
With that, he trembles and ejaculates directly into Katrina's mouth. I see Katrina's throat bobbing as she struggles to swallow his semen. As soon as Bobby pulls out of Katrina's mouth, Mel immediately thrusts his large, black penis inside. Instead of patiently waiting for Katrina to suckle, he thrusts his erect penis forcefully into my wife's mouth.
Suddenly, I wondered, where was Dunga's wife, Amy? Was she already in bed? But the moans Katrina made while being raped could wake a dead person; couldn't they at least wake her? My question was answered quickly. The camera panned, and I saw Amy lying naked on the sofa beside me, her legs hoisted onto the shoulders of a black man, a thick penis thrusting violently into her vagina. It turned out there was another black man in the room, Rob, raping Dunga's wife, Amy, while her husband, Dunga, recorded this lewd scene.
I was utterly shocked. I had known Dunga and Amy for 15 years, yet I had never known they were such an open and promiscuous couple.
The scene then shifted from the living room to the Dunga couple's bedroom. Katrina and Amy lay side-by-side on the bed, my wife pinned beneath Dunga, while Dunga's wife was being raped by Bobby. Five minutes later, Dunga ejaculated inside my wife, and Mel immediately took his place. Meanwhile, Jimmy took over Amy's body. For the next two hours, two white women and six black men took turns having sex, while Dunga filmed them. Finally, Katrina and Amy were each surrounded by three black men, with thick, long black penises inserted into their mouths, vaginas, and anuses.
Then, the screen went blue again. I thought the recording had finished and was about to turn off the DVD player when suddenly the screen reappeared. This time, the recording took place in my bedroom the night before I was discharged from the hospital. I carefully counted; there were 11 men on screen, all black. Of these 11 men, I only recognized 7; I had never seen the other 4 before. Besides my wife Katrina, there were no other women in the room, not even Amy.
It's really hard to describe what I saw; it was incredibly lewd. Katrina was a total slut, a whore. She did everything you could imagine with those men, even greedily licking the penises that had just been pulled from her anus. Throughout the entire process, she always had three penises inserted into her mouth, vagina, and anus simultaneously; twice, she even inserted two penises into her vagina at the same time.
I never imagined my wife could be such a wanton woman; clearly, she was hiding many things from me. I married a woman who really loved black penises, but I never knew that.
Before I knew it, it was dawn. Hearing the door open, I quickly turned off the DVD player and the TV.
Then, I sat on the sofa and watched Katrina and Amy walk in.
"I got her some breakfast and then took her back to your place. Remember, you owe me a favor,"
Amy joked, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. "Okay, I'm going back now. I'll make you pay me back when I have time."
With that, she left.
Katrina came over and sat on my lap, saying, "Darling, I really wanted to make love to you this morning after I woke up, but you weren't there."
Then, she suddenly noticed my penis was erect in my pants. "Heh, looks like I'm not the only one who wants to make love. Do you want to make love here, or upstairs in the bedroom?"
"Both!"
I said in a low voice.
Later, I found time to watch the DVD. The later parts were even more explicit than what I'd already seen, full of very explicit scenes that made my blood boil and my penis rock hard. The images of those dark bodies relentlessly raping my wife's white flesh kept replaying in my mind, making me unable to resist getting an erection whenever I saw Katrina.
Judging from the date and time of the video, Katrina had been having sex with those men every day during my hospitalization. I made a copy and then secretly put the original back in Dunga's drawer. I think Dunga probably didn't realize the DVD was missing, because neither he nor Katrina's attitude towards me had changed at all.
After watching that DVD, I never mentioned it to Katrina. I don't know if she continued to associate with those Black men, but I know she definitely had sex with other men. Two nights a week, she would go out with Amy, supposedly to some Tulip health product promotion, an Avon cosmetics exhibition, or something similar. If I hadn't seen that DVD, I would have believed them, but ever since I learned that Katrina and Amy were gang-raped by so many men in the same house, I knew that their outings together were definitely not for anything good.
Actually, what surprised me the most was that I didn't feel angry or jealous about my wife's promiscuity. Ever since she slept with my Black friends (including Dunga, of course), she'd been performing better and better in bed with me. She was more willing to have sex with me than ever before, and she was more passionate and proactive. Whenever she and Amy went out, I was very excited because I knew she was doing what I had seen on the video. And whenever she came home, she would immediately drag me to bed, show me her incredibly wet vulva, and then have sex with me wildly.
One day I will confront Katrina, not just because I want to fuck Amy, but also because I don't want her doing those things behind my back anymore. I can't predict what the future holds, but I hope my wife continues being one of those slutty black prostitutes while I continue to enjoy that kind of madness and excitement.

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