I stood there looking into the mirror.  What I saw was a married woman of thirty-nine who had a grown son and a hard working husband.  It was a good looking (okay, so I’m prejudiced) woman who looked back at me.  Five feet four, a hundred and eighteen pounds with nice breasts (no sag), dirty blonde shoulder length hair and with what I’ve heard called a sexy mouth.  The woman I was looking at and who was looking back at me used to be a faithful wife, but not anymore.  Now she was a slut!  A whore!  A fuck pig and a sex toy for young boys.  I looked at me looking back at me as I remembered how it all came about.

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Chad, my 19 year old son, was attending college and he had come home for spring break.  He spent a week running around visiting old friends and doing some partying.  It was Sunday afternoon around two when the call came.  The guy he was riding with had wrecked his car the night before so Chad had no ride back to school.  My husband Dale had just left for the airport to catch a flight to Atlanta.  He had an important meeting the first thing next morning and he wanted to be well rested so he opted to fly out that day rather than catch the early flight in the morning.  Since Dale wasn’t available Chad asked me if I would drive him and the other four boys who came back to town with him back to school.

I didn’t want to do it because I hate driving alone and I hate driving at night.  I would have company on the way up, but I would be alone on the three hour return drive home and it would be at night.  I told Chad I would do it if none of the other boys could talk someone into being the driver.  Chad called around and about an hour later he gave me the bad news; none of the other boys could find anyone.

At four in the afternoon Chad and I got in the Excursion and set out to pick up the other four boys.  The trip to school was uneventful if somewhat disconcerting.  Have you ever listened to three hours worth of conversation by a group twenty years younger than you?  It sounds like they are speaking a foreign language.

I dropped the boys off at their dorms, kissed Chad on the cheek and steeled myself for the three hour trip back home, alone and in the dark.  Billy was the last one to get out of the car and he said:

“Wait up a minute Mrs. B (my name was Brenda Blankenship, but all of Chad’s friends called me Mrs. B), I have to ask the guys something.  I’ll be right back” and he ran into the dorm.  About five minutes later Billy and Chad came out to the car.

“I know you don’t like driving at night” Chad said, “And Billy had an idea.  To thank you for bringing us up here the guys all chipped in and we got you a motel room for the night.  I’m here and dads in Atlanta so you don’t need to rush home.  You can get a good nights sleep and head home in the morning fresh and rested.  Also, we are taking you out with us for dinner tonight.”

He was right.  With Dale in Atlanta I’d only have an empty house to go to so I told them I’d take them up on the offer.  Billy handed me the money for the motel, told me to go check in and that they would be ready for dinner by the time I got back.

Dinner was at one of the places off campus.  It was very popular with college kids because they served pitchers of beer with every pizza.  They had a jukebox and a dance floor and after we ate it seemed like every one of the boys wanted to dance with me.  Normally I wouldn’t have, but my son was there so I felt that I could safely do it.

  We had gone through three pitchers of beer and I was feeling good and apparently so were the boys.  After a couple of dances they started getting a little ‘touchy-feely’ when we danced.  I should have shut them down, but I didn’t.  I was in a good mood and to be honest I was loving the attention I was getting from a bunch of young studs and what thirty-nine year old woman wouldn’t?  Besides, Chad was there and I knew his buddies wouldn’t get too out of line with him sitting there at the table.

The boys ordered a fourth pitcher of beer and I told them that I’d had enough and wanted to head for the motel.

 Billy said, “Let’s finish this pitcher and then we can all leave.”

Halfway through the pitcher I began to feel strange.  I was dancing with Billy and I was woozy, disoriented and I was stumbling as I danced.

“Whoa Mrs. B.  I guess you have had a little too much beer.  I guess we had better get you out of here and to your motel.”

I think I told him that I thought that was a good idea, but I don’t remember for sure.  Things got hazy after that.  I remember disconnected bits and pieces.  I remember looking down at an erect cock as my head was pushed down toward it.  I remember several bright flashes of light.  I remember the searing pain of something being pushed into my ass and I remember hearing my own voice crying out, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”  Mostly I remember that three or four hours of my life took place without me being aware of what happened.  I found out the next day what happened during those lost hours when Billy showed me the video he’d shot and the pictures he’d taken with his digital camera.

 I woke up with someone spooned up against my back.  In my half asleep state I thought it was my husband and I pressed back against the erection I felt.  I felt it push against me and I lifted my leg to give Dale better access and I felt his cock slide into my pussy.

“Oh yeah, this is the way to wake up” a voice said and it wasn’t Dale’s voice.

I screamed and jerked away from whoever it was behind me and turned to see Billy.  As soon as I saw him the events of the night, at least those that I can remember, crowded in on me.

“I would much rather you had finished what we had just started, but since you screamed and pulled away I’d better explain your position to you before you decide you want to do any more screaming” and then he showed me the pictures he had taken.

The bright flashes I remembered were the flashes as he took the pictures.  There were several of me on one of the back seats of the Excursion bending down and with a cock in my mouth and my hand around another.  A couple of me on my knees with a cock in my mouth while another was pushing into me from behind.  There was one of me sitting on a cock and looking into the camera and you honestly couldn’t tell if the look on my face was one of lust or drugged confusion.  The pictures all had one thing in common - a recognizable me, usually with more than one cock in the picture - and no other recognizable faces.

The video was bad.  Not poorly shot, but bad for me because it showed me loving what was happening.  I know that mentally I was out of it, but physically my body responded to everything the boys did to me.  I have no idea how things went before Billy shot the video - I could very well have lain there like a limp dish rag - but eventually my body got into it and that’s when Billy started taping. 

He had video of me doing things that I had never even considered doing with my husband.  He had me on tape sucking one cock while another one fucked me from behind.  He had me with a cock in my ass, a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth.  He had footage of me lying on my back with my legs spread wide and calling out:

“Next!  Somebody fuck me, please, somebody give me some cock.”

I counted seven different boys when I watched the video and there could have been more.  I have no idea how many might have had me before Billy started shooting tape.

“Why Billy?  Why did you do this to me?  I thought you liked me.”

“Depends on your definition of like Mrs. B.  You have been the object of my fantasies since I was old enough to start getting hard ons.  I saw a chance to get you on this trip and I took it.”

“But why all the others?”

“Made for better video.  You are more likely to want to bury that video than you would be to suppress one of just you and me.”

“Suppress?  I was raped and that video shows just who it was who raped me.  You don’t dare let anyone see it.”

“I didn’t hear you say “stop” on that tape.  Not once did I hear a “please don’t.”  All I heard was “Please fuck me” and “Somebody give me some cock.”  It would be your word against mine and the tape backs me up.”

“Everyone who knows me knows that I would never do anything like that.”

“No Mrs. B., everyone who knows you thinks that you are the kind of women who would never behave like that, but most of the people who see that video will change their minds and say, “Damn, but looks sure can be deceiving can’t they?”

“So what you are saying is keep my mouth shut and no one will ever see the tape?”

“Well no Mrs. B., there is a little more to it than that.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you are my new girlfriend. It means that you are my new sex-toy.”

“You must be mad!” 

“No, just in control.  We drugged Chad to get him out of the way.  He will wake up in about two hours with a hell of a hangover. Imagine him stumbling out of his room and seeing these pictures of you on the bulletin board.  Image the look on Dale’s face when he gets an envelope delivered to his office and he opens it to find these pictures of you.  Picture the faces of your friends and relatives after someone sends them a note telling them to check out a particular web site and they do and see you having such a good time.

“Think about it Mrs. B.  You enjoyed last night, you know you did.  All you have to do to keep things quiet is keep on enjoying yourself.  It won’t be that hard.  It will only be when I’m home from school and that’s only one or two weekends a month.  Of course summer vacation, Christmas and Spring Break might see you a little busy, but we can work it out.  I don’t want you caught any more than you want to be caught.  I’m going into the bathroom to pee and I want your answer when I come out.  If it is no I need time to hurry over to the dorm and get the pictures up on the bulletin board.”

He headed for the bathroom and I glanced at the video and digital cameras.  If I grabbed them and ran I would be okay.  I’d have to run half-naked for the car, but the odds on anyone one who knew me seeing me were slim.  I wouldn’t be able to take the time to gather up my shoes, bra and panties and I’d have to stop and at least put my blouse on once I got a few blocks from the motel.

I tensed, getting ready to scramble, when Billy got to the bathroom door.  And then he stopped and said, “I don’t think I ought to tempt you” and he walked over and picked up both cameras and my purse.  “Have an answer for me when I get back” he said as he went into the bathroom.

I was screwed, literally and figuratively screwed.  I could not let that video and those pictures be seen by anyone else.  Billy was right.  Human nature being what it was even people who knew me and knew me well would always wonder if maybe, just maybe, I had done it willingly.  Even Chad and Dale would always wonder.  They would profess to be behind me 100%, but they would still remember seeing me beg for cock and they would wonder.  I’d have to agree to Billy’s demands until I could find some way out.  During the three-hour drive home I should be able to think of something.

When Billy came out of the bathroom he asked me if I had decided and all I could say was that I really didn’t appear to have any choice.

“No you don’t Mrs. B.  Show me that you mean it” he said as he walked up to me sitting on the edge of the bed.  “Suck my cock.”

I had no choice and I knew it. I opened my mouth and he stepped forward and put his cock into the open hole.  I wanted out of that motel room and the quickest way out would be to hurry up and get Billy off.  That meant I had to give him a good blow job instead of just going through the motions.  I licked his cock and my right hand took hold of his balls and I softly caressed them and he seemed to like that.  His hands went to the back of my head and I started moving my head back and forth, jacking his cock off with my mouth.  He moaned and I clamped my lips tight around his cock and moved my head faster.

“Oh yes” he moaned, “Like that, just like that.”

I felt his nuts draw up in my hand and I knew he was going to cum and I was ready for it.  I tried to swallow it all, but some leaked out of my mouth and ran down my chin.  I felt his cock start to soften and I moved to pull my mouth off of him, but his hands held me fast.

“Keep sucking Mrs. B.  Get me hard again.  I’m going to fuck you one more time before you leave.”

I almost cried.  I wanted to get out of that room and away from him.  He held my head in both hands and sawed his cock back and forth between my lips and pretty soon I felt him start to stiffen again.  He shoved me back on the bed, pushed my legs apart and mounted me.  He had me under his thumb and I knew it.  I had to submit, but I didn’t have to like it.  I was determined that I would just lie there and play dead in the hopes that he would feel that masturbation would be better and leave me alone and for several minutes it looked like I might get away with it.  But then my body betrayed me.  I hated it, but my body was responding to Billy’s hard thrusting.

Billy reached under me and took my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled me up to him as he drove down into me and I felt the fire start in my center and start to spread through my body.  I moaned and pushed my hips hard at Billy.  I caught myself on the verge of screaming out, “Fuck me, damn you, fuck me” but I managed to choke it off even as my legs went up and gripped him and my nails dug into his back.  I shook like a wet dog as I came.

“You are one hot bitch Mrs. B., and I know what your hot button is.” 

He pulled out of me and I almost yelled at him to put his cock back in me as he rolled me over and then pulled me up on my knees.  “I saw how you reacted to cocks driving into your ass” and he pushed the head of his cock at my asshole.  I’d been done enough there during the night that he was able to slip in easily and then he started pounding.

I absolutely love anal but I hardly ever get it because Dale doesn’t like it, but I was getting it then and getting it with a vengeance.  Billy wanted to get off and he was fucking me hard and I hated myself for doing it, but I screamed out, “Oh God yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass.”  Billy kept plowing me hard and after a minute or two the fires inside me started to spread again and still Billy kept pounding. 

I was crying out, “Fuck me damn you, fuck me, fuck me hard” and my body was shaking as I had orgasm after orgasm.  Billy groaned and said, “Here it comes, here it comes” and I felt the hot splash of his cum deep in my bowels.  My head was buried in a pillow and tears flowed from my eyes over what I had just done.  I had hated it, but I had still given Billy pleasure and what was worse was that I had also taken mine.

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But I didn’t think of a way out of it on the drive home or during the months that followed.  The only idea I had that might have ended it was to tell Dale what happened and see if he could do anything, but I couldn’t tell Dale.  I knew that if I told him he would forever wonder if he was married to a blackmailed wife or a cheating slut.

It was three weeks before Billy came home for a weekend.  Chad had stayed at school and Dale is a golf nut and if the weather is good and we have no other plans he will play eighteen holes every Saturday and Sunday.  Billy knew that as did everyone else who knew Dale and Dale’s car had barely turned the corner and Billy was at my door.  Wordlessly I stepped aside and let him in and without even looking at me he headed for the bedroom.

I fought back the tears and I followed him and watched as he got naked and then laid down on the bed.

“How about we start with a blow job Mrs. B?”

I stood there looking at his erection and I was disgusted with myself as I thought maybe, if I gave him great head, he would do me anally before he left.

I gave him the best blow job I was able to give, swallowed his discharge and then kept on sucking him until I got him up again and then I got on my hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder at him.  He laughed at me and said:

“Not to worry Mrs. B., I planned on taking a trip up the dirt road, but not until I hear you beg for me to fuck you.  Get on your back.”

I rolled over on my back, spread my legs and waited for him.  No playing dead this time, not if I wanted him in my ass before he had to leave.  I could keep saying how much I hated what I was doing and how disgusted I was with myself for getting into it and enjoying it, but what would be the point.  It would be true, but like it or not Billy was going to fuck me and I was going to end up screaming at him to do it.

He fucked me, I sucked his cock until he was up again and then I scrambled off the bed and got a bottle of KY Lotion and then hurried back to the bed so Billy could take my ass.  And then I screamed and begged and pleaded for him to fuck me and never stop fucking me as he gave me orgasm after orgasm before flooding my ass with his cum.

The really disgusting part for me was that I was already looking forward to the next time when he left.

For the rest of the school term Billy would come home on the average of one weekend a month and if the weather was good Billy screwed me on my own bed.  If the weather was bad and Dale didn’t go play golf or Chad was home for the weekend Billy would have me get a motel room and I’d have to come up with an excuse to get out of the house.

It was a mess.  I can’t explain it and it made no sense to me, but as much as I hated having to do it I looked forward to Billy’s next trip home.  Every time we got together I was determined to just lie there like a dead body in the hope that he would say, “My hand would be better” and that he would start leaving me alone.  But I always ended up screaming for him to fuck me harder.  I always ended up with my hands clutching his ass and trying to pull him in deeper.  I always rolled over and got on my knees and looked over my shoulder at him and waited for him to take my ass.  And I always - always - hated myself for having done it when it was over.

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It wasn’t until classes let out for the summer that I found out how bad it was going to be.  Dale and Chad had gone golfing and when the doorbell rang I knew it was Billy.  He had called and told me that he wanted me to meet him at the door wearing nothing but nylons, a garter belt and high heels.  I both wanted and didn’t want to go to the door and let him in, but I knew I had to.  When I opened the door it was indeed Billy, but also standing there were Al, Matt and Tony.  The three of them had been part of the gangbang the day I drove them up to school.  The shock must have registered on my face because Billy said:

“Oh come on Mrs. B., you didn’t think they would only have you once and not want to do you again did you?  You liked it then and you’ll like it now” he said as he pushed by me and headed for the bedroom.  I took a deep breath and followed along behind them.  I watched them undress and Billy was the first one naked and he pointed to his cock.  I went over to him and went to my knees in front of him and started sucking his cock.

The other three crowded around me and Al reached out and took my left hand and put it on his cock.  Matt decided to do the same with my right and I looked his way as he put my hand on his dick.  I felt a tingle shoot through my body when I got a good look at his cock.  It was long and thin - perfect for anal sex - and I could already imagine how good it would feel up my butt.

Tony was left out so he moved behind me, got on his knees and started poking his cock at my pussy.  The angle was all wrong and he couldn’t do much more than graze my pussy lips.  I pulled my mouth off Billy, told Tony to lie down on the floor and when he did I sat down on his cock.  Billy laughed and said, “All right Mrs. B., way to go, you rock!” and then he pushed his cock back in my mouth.  I rode Tony, jacked off Al and Matt and sucked on Billy until he came and then we moved to the bed.

For the next hour the boys took turns fucking me, getting off in me and putting cocks in my mouth.  Then Billy had them all sit on the side of the bed and I crawled along on the floor going from cock to cock until I’d gotten each of them off again.  Al was the last one to cum and while I was working on his cock Billy, who had been in the room many, many times and knew where things were, went over to the dresser and got the KY and headed back for the bed. 

“Give it to Matt” I said, “I want him to be first.”

Billy laughed and tossed the bottle of lotion to Matt, “You get the honors on her ass dude.”  I finished off Al and scrambled up on the bed and got on my knees and put my head down on a pillow.  Matt moved behind me and lubed up his cock and my ass, worked on me a little bit with his fingers and then he started pushing into me.  I was right - his cock was a perfect fit and in about twenty seconds he was he was buried deep in me.  He drove deep and hard with each stroke and I moaned and pushed back at him.  Tony moved in front of me and pushed his cock in my mouth.  I was crying at Matt to fuck me harder, but with a mouthful of cock all that came out was garbled sounds.  Matt must have known what I wanted and he picked up the pace and drove into me harder and harder.  I felt his cock convulse as he shot his cum in me and then he pulled out.  Before I could whine at loosing him Al shoved his cock into my ass.

After that it was one after the other as they used my ass, mouth and pussy.  Tony said he wanted to make me ‘airtight’ and Matt said, “First dibs on her ass” but Billy told them no, maybe next time, but that it was time for them to leave so I could clean up myself and the room before Dale came home.  They did make me ‘airtight” the next time they came over and I screamed so loud and begged so hard that they did it to me every time from then on.

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That summer was as bad as anything I had ever experienced in my life; bad from the standpoint that my head was a complete fucked up mess.  I was putting out for Billy, Matt, Al and Tony at least twice a week.  I hated doing it, but I looked forward to it.  When Billy showed up alone I was disappointed and if he showed up with the others I was pissed at being taken advantage of.  When Billy decided that what we were doing on the weekend put us at too much risk for being caught and moved our day to Tuesday I ranted and raged at having to change my schedule around.  At the same time I was telling myself that instead of just four hours I could look forward to all day.  I would spend Monday mornings trying to think of ways to get out from under Billy’s thumb and Monday afternoons anticipating Matt’s cock in my ass while I rode Billy’s cock and deep throated Tony or Al.  By the time summer was over and the school year was due to start I was glad the boys were going to be gone, but I was already missing them.  It was just one big, fucking mess.

It was our last Tuesday before the boys left for school and I met them at a motel.  It started out the same as most of the other times with the boys kissing me and swapping tongues while feeling up my tits and fingering my pussy and asshole.  I stroked their cocks and then when they got me moaning I got on my hands and knees and took Tony in pussy and Al in my mouth.  Mat had gotten the KY from the dresser and was greasing up his cock for the first foray into my butt.  As he approached the bed Al pulled out, got on his back and pulled me on top of him.  I leaned forward until my tits flattened on his chest and Matt moved up behind me, worked his finger magic on my hole and then I felt that beautiful long, thin hard cock push by my sphincter.

After that it was an orgy of sound as I screamed and begged them to, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” and to never stop.  Tony shoved his cock in my mouth and made me airtight and after that I had three cocks in me for the rest of the time I was there.  I came and came and came and promised them I would drive up to school and see them if they would just keep fucking me like they were.  When Billy called a halt to things I was exhausted and as limp as a wet dishrag.

When the others had gone Billy said, “I’ve got a real treat for you.  My cousin is getting married and I’m putting on his bachelor party.”

“Why is that a treat for me?”

“Because you, Mrs. B., are going to be the entertainment.  I’ve seen how much you enjoy taking on the four of us so I can just imagine how much you will enjoy ten or twelve.”

“No way Billy, no way I’m going to do that.”

“Oh yes you will Mrs. B.  Nothing has changed.  I still have the photos and the tape.  Find an excuse to get out of the house Thursday.  I’ll make sure to have you home by midnight.”

Ten or twelve I thought as I drove home.  Ten or twelve.  Jesus, could I do that many?  My pussy, which had just been thoroughly satisfied by four young studs, started to tingle at the thought.  Ten or twelve, oh my, oh my.

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Ten or twelve I thought as I stepped back from the mirror.  Ten or twelve hard cocks that could have me screaming for more.  Ten or twelve more people knowing about me.  Ten or twelve more mouths to spread the word about me.  It was over.  I had to end it before it could go any farther.

That night at the dinner table I took a deep breath and told Dale and Chad the story. Slightly sanitized - well, okay, more than “slightly sanitized” - but I gave them the basics.  I told them about the night I was drugged and then gangbanged, about how it had been taped by Billy and how he was blackmailing me for sex (I left out the parts with Matt, Al and Tony) and I told them about the bachelor party Billy expected me to do.

Chad leapt up from the table, “That mother fucker!” he snarled, “He drugged me?  I’ll kill the bastard!” and he headed for the door.  Dale yelled at him to get back to the table and sit down. 

Dale didn’t say it, but I could tell he was furious with me and I couldn’t blame him.  I had no idea what my life was going to be like after having made my confession, but it had to be done.  The more people who knew what I was doing the more likely it would have been that word would eventually get back to Dale or Chad so it was better that I bite the bullet and let them get the story from me.

Once Dale got Chad settled down he attacked the problem head on.  We had to neutralize Billy’s ability to use the photos and tape against me.  Chad was the one who suggested a tape of Billy doing something he wouldn’t want to become known and then it would be a case of you show yours Billy and then I’ll show mine; the family equivalent of MAD - Mutually Assured Destruction.

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“Can you come over?  Chad and Dale have gone over to Dale’s parents to help them move some heavy furniture.  We’ll have at least three hours.”

“I’ll be right over.”

“Hurry baby, hurry.”

I was at the door when he rang the bell and I let him in.  “Hurry Billy, I need it and I want as much as I can get in the time we have.”

“No problem” he said as he headed for the bedroom. 

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“Head hurt?” I asked him as he shook his head to clear it. 

He was lying on his stomach and when he went to move he found that he couldn’t get up.  It finally dawned on him that he was naked and tied to the bed.

“What goes around comes around Billy.  You drugged me, screwed me and filmed it so I’m returning the favor.  I didn’t have any drugs so we had to settle for hitting you in the head with a frying pan, but the effect is the same.  It put you out long enough for us to get you ready.  What is it you say at times like this?  Oh yes, I remember, “Relax.  It is going to happen so you might as well enjoy it.”

Billy looked around the room and noticed the video camera on a tripod and pointed at the bed.  I saw the color drain from his face.

“Okay guys, he’s all yours” I called out and two naked men wearing hoods came into the room.  One was holding a tube of KY Jelly in his hand and fear washed over Billy’s face as he realized what was about to happen to him.

“No, oh God no, don’t do that, please, for the love of God don’t do that to me.  I’ll give you the tape and the pictures.  Let me go, I’ll run right home and get them now.”

“Sorry Billy, I don’t trust you.  You might not come back with them and even if you did how would I know that you didn’t make copies.  No Billy, my way is best, at least for me.  If any of what you have of me ever shows up the world will see the tape I’m about to make of you.”

Billy didn’t get into it as quickly as I was told I did, but he did eventually get into it as his ass got pounded.  But he never did seem to really enjoy taking it in both ends.

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It is too soon to tell how my relationship with Dale is going to turn out.  Right now we are stepping carefully around each other.  On my part I’m trying to show him how much I love him and love being his wife.  He knows I was taken advantage of and that it would never have happened otherwise, but he does know how much I love sex and I think he suspects that I really didn’t mind the blackmail.

What really upset him is that I didn’t tell him about it right after it happened.  I tried to explain that the damage would have been done before I could finish the three hour drive home; that the pictures would have been on every dormitory bulletin board before he could even catch a flight out of Atlanta.  I tried to make him understand that it was the very fact that he knew how much I liked sex that kept me from telling him:

“I couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t believe that I was doing it because I was liking it.  I didn’t want you looking at me like I was some sort of a whore.”

Dale has made no move to throw me out of the house and as far as I know he hasn’t seen an attorney about a divorce.  I’m hoping and praying he won’t and I’ll keep working hard at keeping him.

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My problem with Billy is gone, but now I have another one. I was supposed to be at an Avon party, but I got sick to my stomach and left the party early and went home.  Dale was out of town and Chad hadn’t left yet to go back to school.  Chad must not have heard me come in and I got the shock of my life as I saw him sitting on the couch masturbating as he watched something on the TV set.

 I don’t know how he got it from Billy, but what he was watching was the tape of my gangbang.  My son was beating off watching his mother with three cocks in her.  I watched his hand slide up and down his cock.  It was a nice one.  Long and thin, just like Matt’s and it would be perfect for…..Oh God, my pussy started to tingle as I slowly and quietly left the house.

What the hell was I going to do now.