The video camera was obviously hand-held but the lighting and the quality was good.  She was white and the two men were black.  She was naked lying on her back.  One man was fucking her and she was sucking the other man's cock.  I felt my heart lurch.

Her name is Emily Watson.  She was called Emmy within moments of her birth.  She is my wife of a bit over ten years.

The scene changed and Emmy was on her knees and was being fucked in the ass by a large black cock.  Emmy had a look of pleasure on her beautiful face.

That scene faded and became one of Emmy on her knees alternately sucking two black cocks.  She smiled when one squirted cum on her face and a wider smile after the other one dumped his load in her mouth.  She opened her mouth so show the camera that she had the cum in her mouth and then she swallowed the sperm.  The scene changed and showed Emmy's large soft breasts being mauled and mashed out of shape by two large black hands.  The camera panned upward to show her biting her lower lip.  That scene was close enough so that I could see her eyes and I could see they were unfocused.  The camera slowly traveled back down and I could see she had a large black dildo buried in her pussy.  Her clitoris was sticking out and I could see there was a light cord tied to her engorged clit.

Another change of scene.  Emmy was servicing three men.  She was sucking one cock, jacking another while a third was in her pussy.  Her pussy was squirting cum every time the man plunged in her.

The scene changed again and this time Emmy was sitting on a black man's cock facing away from the man.  His cock was deeply embedded in her ass.  Another black man entered the scene and he proceeded to put his cock in her pussy.  For a brief moment there was a look of pain on her face but that quickly was replaced by another expression...one of pure joy.  The two men got into a rhythm that had one black cock deep in her ass while the other one was just barely inside her pussy.  Then they swapped places. One in, one out.

The only sounds were heavy breathing from the men and soft mewing sounds from my wife.  Then her mewing changed to ever increasingly loud moans and finally a muted scream when she reached orgasm.

I jumped when a man's voice spoke loudly from the TV.

"I hope you are enjoying watching as much as your whore enjoyed being our ghetto toy, Mister Watson."  I recognized the voice.  "I think Mrs. Watson has a real talent for being a black cock slut, don't you?  You know what I want and you will give it to me or you'll never see your bitch again.  I'll be in touch."

***

My name is David Watson and I'm a research chemist.  I mean I was a researcher.  I resigned after over ten years from the company I had worked for.  I became a freelance chemist.  One day I discovered a compound that both caused a woman's libido to run amuck and her partner to maintain an erection for hours without any long lasting effects.  I tried it first on animals and it worked as it was supposed to.  That's when I should have turned over the formula over to a drug company to test, get FDA approval, and market.  I should have banked the money and forgot about it.

Instead of handing it off, I used it on Emmy and me and it was fantastic.  Without a doubt it was the best sex we had ever experienced.  It simply made too much sex nowhere near enough.  I called my discovery Clock Stopper or CS for short.  I called it that because while you were engaged in sex, time seemed to stand still.  Some big drug company would no doubt find a sexier or more marketable name.

It wasn't greed that made me hold on to the formula.  Since I went freelance I had made a lot of money.  Emmy and I had more than enough money to live well on for a long time because we didn't go in for an extravagant lifestyle.  I think I held on to it because I wanted to experiment with it.  When I sold the formula I would lose control of it.

Unfortunately I made contact with a chemist I used to work with and told him what I was working on.  The truth is I wanted to do a little bragging.  Joe Williams pleaded with me to let him try it and like a fool I trusted him.  I put the CS in an ointment form and added several masking agents so it couldn't be reversed engineered.  Yeah, I learned in a huge laboratory not to just hand over any finished product.  I sent my so-called friend just enough to try.  He called me in just a few days demanding more.

"That shit is great, Dave," Joe said sounding excited.  "Do you have a buyer yet?"

"No, I'm still beta testing," I said.  "I'll send some feelers out in a few weeks."

"I know a company that would love to get it," Joe said.  "You'll be a millionaire, Dave, because they can outbid anyone in the pharmacological business. Can I tell them you are working on something that makes sex super great?"

"Why don't you wait on that, Joe," I said.  "I'll let you..."

"I already mentioned it, Dave," he butted in. "I'm sorry, but you didn't say not to."  I did a slow count to ten trying not to say what I wanted to say.  I should not have had to tell him and I knew he was aware of it.  "I guess I shouldn't have said anything, huh?"

"You think, Joe!"  I yelled.  "Who did you tell?"  I asked in a lower tone. 

"There is a man here in Capitol City that owns a laboratory," Joe said. "I've done some business with him and he's solid.  Name's Abe Meckler.  He'll call you and you should listen, Dave."

Joe was right.  Meckler called before the day was over with.  I was working in my basement lab when the call came.

"I know we can do business," Meckler said after identifying himself.  He said he was the owner of Z-labs.

"That's great, Mister Meckler," I said.  "I'm not ready to let it go right now.  I have your number so..."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand but I've made over a hundred million dollars by not letting someone get ahead of me.  Can I have some of...what are you calling it?  Clock Stopper?  Yeah, that's it.  I would like to conduct my own testing.  I'm willing to pay you well for the product to test.  Let's say a hundred grand."

Okay, I said we had enough money but there is really no such thing as too much money.  Since I was sure I had the formula masked, I wasn't too concerned that someone could figure it out.  I agreed and told him he could pick up just enough to test.  I started to tell him where I lived but he cut me off saying he knew.  That, I did not like much.  He said he would see me the next afternoon and hung up.

I put CS in a generic cream so it could be applied to the penis and transmitted to the partner.  It was very fast acting as Emmy and I discovered.  Using lab rats I determined that you only use a tiny amount of CS in the cream.  I killed a dozen lab rats and a couple rabbits before I got the amount right.

In its original form, CS was a clear liquid.  I finally figured out that one twentieth of a gram was just right for twenty-eight grams of cream.  Total cost of producing one ounce or 28 grams of CS cream was about half a dollar and most of the cost was for the cream.  I estimated it would sell for fifty dollars a one-ounce tube.  Maybe even much more.  I made up enough for one tube of CS cream.  That would be more than enough for Meckler to test.  It should last for ten or twelve applications because you only used a dab.  More cream did not help.

Abe Meckler arrived the next afternoon. I was a little surprised because Meckler was a black man or African American or whatever they are called these days.

I know I shouldn't have been surprised because blacks are in every walk of life as well as they should be.  Meckler was somewhat out of the ordinary.  He spoke like a college professor and looked like a street thug.  He was well over my six feet tall and I guessed he weighed nearly two hundred eighty pounds.  From what I could tell, under that five thousand dollar suit, was more muscle than fat.

I handed him the tube and explained how much and how to use it.  He handed me a small package.

"It's cash," he said with a smile.  "I like cash because that way no one knows my business.  This isn't just another form of Viagra, is it?" he asked looking at the small tube.

"No sir," I told him.  "Viagra acts on the blood vessels and makes for an erection.  CS acts on the brain and makes for super sex.  The two things are totally different."

"Would it be fair to say this is an aphrodisiac?" he asked still looking at the tube of CS cream "Something like Spanish fly?"

"No, it's nothing like Spanish fly because this will work on humans," I told him.  "The fabled Spanish fly was a sexual stimulate for horses and never worked on humans.  An aphrodisiac?  Yes, I think that's a fair statement."

"Can you overdose using this stuff?" he inquired glancing up to watch Emmy come into the room.  I introduced them.  "So what happens if you used more of this stuff than you said to use?"

"Nothing," I answered.  "Nothing except you wasted ninety percent of it.  "It's formulated to be safe."

"Did it work for you, Mrs. Watkins?" he asked turning his dark eyes on Emmy.

"Yes," she answered blushing furiously.  "It was...nice."

"How often can you use it?" he asked looking back at me.

"I don't know," I answered.  "I would think that no more than once a week, if that often.  It's powerful stuff."

"So nothing would happen if I used some every night?" he pressed the issue.

"Yes, something would defiantly happen," I answered.  "You would be worn completely out.  I suspect your brain would shut down sexually but I don't know for sure.  It needs extensive testing."

"How many times have you used it?' he asked including Emmy in his gaze.  I told him only once and had to smile at how uncomfortable Emmy looked.

"What if you ingested it instead of applying it to your cock?" he asked.

"I don't know," I admitted.  "That's why it's still being tested.  There are a lot of unknowns."

"Is it safe?" he asked.  "If it was ingested, I mean?"

"It's not toxic, if that's what you are asking," I answered.  "There is nothing in the formula that would be dangerous to ingest."  I wasn't as sure of that as I sounded. Often chemicals changed when made into compounds   I needed to test that on some lab animals.

"Okay," he said slipping the tube of CS cream in his pocket.  "Since I'm paying big bucks to test your invention, I want first right of refusal.  Agreed?"

"No, not agreed," I said.  "You are paying big bucks to test it and that is all."  He glared at me but didn't comment.  He left a short while later saying he would be in touch.

"That was a scary man," Emmy said when Meckler was gone.  "What's in the package?"  I told her it was a hundred thousand dollars in cash and laughed when her eyes got larger than normal.