My wife, desperately sucking the man's penis, moves her face back and forth. That's all that was shown on the screen. A park somewhere outside, in the shade of a tree, with a woman burying her face between the man's legs. In adult videos, the woman might just be any other woman, but what I was watching now wasn't adult; it was the image of Noriko, my wife and the mother of my daughters.
"Oh, Mrs., you're about to come," the man exclaimed, simultaneously holding my wife's face with both hands and forcing his fully expanded penis into her mouth, bringing her to her feet. His thrusts, using my wife's face, gradually became faster, and I could see her expression of pain.
"Ohhhh," the man cried, trying to keep his voice down so no one could hear, but it sounded like he couldn't bear the pleasure of reaching his climax. At the same time, he thrust his expanding, visibly hard penis deep into my wife's throat, pumping a massive load of semen into her. The time felt so long it felt like hours. Time seemed to stand still as the man continued to pour into my wife, and she continued to accept him. Her throat moved. He ejaculated so deeply into my throat that it was as if my body swallowed it all on its own. I wonder how long it took; it may have only been a few seconds, but the man's ejaculation, which felt interminably long, finally ended. As he pulled out of my wife's mouth, a clear, white liquid dribbled out. I was amazed at how much he had ejaculated. It must have been a considerable amount, including the amount my wife had swallowed. The stringy liquid dripping from her mouth gradually thinned and fell to the ground. It was the mixture of my wife's saliva and the man's semen, forming a lubricant to make the man explode in her mouth. The screen went black. And that was the end.
A few seconds later, the video started again.
It was a hotel room. It seemed to be the same hotel we had been in earlier. On the TV screen, my wife, bound all over with rope, was looking down next to the window. The light from outside was streaming in, creating a peaceful atmosphere inside the room. My wife's naked body amidst it all gave it a sense of surrealism. Her skin, with nowhere to go, was painfully stretched and swollen between the tight ropes. The weave of the rope was coarse, and my wife was there, in pain. It was the same woman who had been having her mouth violated moments before. A man entered the screen, where only my wife had been visible. The man's hand reached for the camera and lifted it. He approached, taking pictures of my wife with the camera. He put his hands on her back and moved her toward the bed.
"Stop forcing me!" "Stop forcing me..." did that mean she consented to this? When he reached the bedside, the man pushed my wife down onto the bed with his hands. With her wrists tied behind her back, she couldn't take a defensive position and collapsed onto the bed. Her body bounced up and down on the springs of the bed. The man approached her and began to remove his pants, leaving her naked from the waist down. At this point, it no longer felt real, and I felt like I was just watching an adult video. There was no doubt about it: my wife. I could feel my own heart beating as I watched. I felt even more distant from my wife than the men playing with her on the screen, unable to do anything but watch.
The man climbed onto the bed, turned his wife, who was lying on her side, onto her back, and brought his lower body closer to her mouth. She took it easily. She offered no resistance; it was as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Rather than being too scared to resist, her expression seemed more like resignation. However, both the man and his wife acted as if this was a natural progression, as if they had been having this kind of relationship many times before. Sounds could be heard from the TV screen. She took the man's penis into her mouth, making a sloshing noise. During sex with him, she simply licked him, making no noise. I don't know when this footage was taken or what their relationship was, but I could tell he was being more gentle with his actions than I was.
Partway through the blowjob, the man pulled away from my wife. He seemed to have put the camera back in its original position. The footage showed a large window with a view of the blue sky. Then, the man entered the frame, holding my wife from behind in a spread-legged position. He began exposing her to the outside of the large window. The camera captures the back of a man, naked from the waist down. He holds my wife in his arms, pointing out the window, exposing not just her lower body but her entire body. The blue sky shows how nice the weather is. If anyone were looking there, my wife's naked body would be completely visible. I don't know what floor we're on, but it appears to be a hotel room. It can't be the first floor. Without my knowledge, the man is depriving my wife of her freedom and forcing her to expose herself to the outside. I find myself so shocked that I begin to lose all sense of thought.
The video remains motionless for a while, and when I look more closely, I see that there is no sound, but the man seems to be whispering something in my wife's ear. What is he saying? I am reminded of how accustomed I have become to this video and its sense of unreality. The man on the screen makes my wife put her feet down, so that she is facing the window with her back to him. My wife is facing the man. Then the man begins to move his right arm. The man's back was in the way, so I couldn't see what he was doing. But I was certain he was touching my wife's body. Watching the DVD, I couldn't see it, but my wife and the man could. It was a space, a memory, that made them feel something beyond despair.
The next moment, I thought the man's right hand had stopped moving, he touched my wife's thigh with it. Just as I thought he'd touched her, he spread her legs and lowered her hips, making her squat. I could see her knees beyond the man's back. Then he lowered himself and began to press against my wife. I understood what was happening. Just seeing my naked wife there was enough of a shock. The man began to move his hips back and forth. Until then, I'd felt concern for my wife and disgust at what I was seeing, but as I thought about the reality of what was to come, everything started to darken.
I could hear a man's soft voice coming from the TV. I wasn't sure if the volume was too low, or if the subject was so far away that the camera itself wasn't picking up the sound. Watching the footage, I saw the man's body move away from my wife. The man goes to the bed, and the camera shows his wife standing, facing the camera, with her legs spread apart. Then, it seems the man picks up the camera, and the image begins to shake. After showing the floor, the screen gradually rises to reveal my wife's legs. There was a black stain below her knees, and on the floor between her legs. I don't know if it was the man's semen, but when the image of her legs below her knees moved up to her thighs and crotch, I realized that the stain was indeed semen. A string of mucus stretched up to my wife's thighs, gradually thickening as it went up. The whitish mucus was stringing out from between her legs. The image showed my wife's pubic hair, and a thin, transparent, white mucus was clearly floating there, dangling back and forth. Then, the next thing I knew, I could hear my wife's breathing coming from the TV. She let out a timid sigh, trying to keep her voice down as much as possible, and as she let out that sigh, a string of clear, white mucus dripped from her vagina and onto the floor.
The DVD then ended.