Tonight when I get off work I am going to go home, fix dinner, open a bottle of wine and after dinner is over I am going to tell Harry that I am divorcing him.  It will be a shock since he is totally unaware that our marriage has been in trouble.

 I love him.  I love him to death, but he is a good man and he deserves much better than me.  He has been a good husband and for the most part our marriage has been great.  He is affectionate and he is damned good in bed so he is not going to understand it at all.  The one thing he won’t know because I won’t tell him is that he is the one mostly to blame for it happening.  Then again maybe I will tell Harry why he is to blame.  It might help him with his next wife.

Harry is a stupid drunk!

He is not an alcoholic and he doesn’t get drunk with any great degree of regularity.  He is just a stupid drunk and by that I mean when he gets drunk he gets stupid.  He doesn’t get mean or sick, he just gets stupid.  I’ve known it since I met him at a fraternity kegger, but it didn’t seem all that big of a deal at the time.

 I was at the kegger with the guy who was my boyfriend at the time.  Jared was a cute and well built jock and we had been keeping company for about four months, but he wasn’t going to be ‘the one’ I was going to live my life with and we both knew it.  I wasn’t supposed to know it, but he was already sounding out a few other girls looking for my replacement.  He didn’t mind the hand jobs and blow jobs, but he wasn’t happy that I wouldn’t let him go all the way.

Anyway, we were at the kegger and I noticed a bunch of guys near the keg in a ‘chugging’ contest.  The gut who won raised his arms in victory and shouted out “woohoo” and before the shout had faded two guys stepped up and said they could beat him.  They didn’t and he did his victory shout again.  He beat several different challengers, but in the process got blind, stinking drunk.  Then somebody said something to him and he laughed and took off all of his clothes – all of his clothes – and then stumbled around the room naked and with a beer in his hands and socialized.

I couldn’t help but notice that he was nicely put together.  Nice, tight buns and a better than averaged sized cock and I did know a nice cock when I saw one.  I was still a virgin, but my hands and mouth were not strangers to man meat.  Not that I was indiscriminate.  I had to like the guy a lot to do it and it never happened until after I had dated the guy for a while.  We could start making out around the third date.  He could get his hands under my bra about the sixth, his fingers in my honey pot on the ninth and I would have him in my hand on the tenth.  In four years of high school and three years of college less than ten guys had made it past the fifth date.

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It was three weeks before I saw Mr. Chug-a Lug again.  I had just come through the serving line at the school cafeteria and I was looking around for a place to sit.  The place was packed, but I didn’t see anyone that I knew that I could join and then I spotted him sitting at a table alone.  I walked over to the table and asked him if I could join him and he said yes.  I sat down and said:

“My name is Jana and should I call you “cute buns” or do you have a name?”

“Cute buns?”

“I was at the Delt kegger when you stripped and then walked around socializing.  I noticed that you had cute buns.”

“Oh.  I guess I got pretty stupid that night.  My name is Harry.”

“I think I like cute buns better.”

“If you are going to call me that I think you should get to know me better and I think that the best way to do that is to go out with me.”

“I can do that.  When?”

“Tonight would work for me.”

“It would for me also.”

That was the start of a relationship that led to me saying, “I Jana take thee Harry to be my lawful wedded husband” four months after we graduated.  Almost from the start I knew that Harry was “The One” and Harry beat all of the time line items.  With Harry it was make out on the second date, hands in the bra on the third, fingers in the honey pot on the fifth and I was deep throating him on the sixth.  On the tenth, when most of my previous dates were just getting their first hand job, Harry popped my cherry and from that point on we made love four or five times a week and usually twice each time.

We were your typical college couple and we hit the frat parties and other parties on the weekend and at maybe one out of every five Harry would get drunk and get stupid.  I didn’t think much of it because it was what college kids did right?  Harry’s thing might have been getting stupid when he got drunk, but mine was that I got a little flirty when I’d been drinking.  Some guys would take my flirting as a come on and try to hustle me and I always shut them down, but I did flirt enough that some guys came to think of it as just being a matter of time before they would score with me.  No one ever did, but a lot thought that someday they might – just might – break through.  My big mistake – although it would be a couple of years before it bit me on the ass – was in not making absolutely sure that they knew that it was never going to happen and that flirting is all that it ever was and ever would be.

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Harry and I graduated, were married and started our life together.  We decided that we didn’t want children, at least not until we were a little older and more established, and I didn’t care for the feel of condoms so I was on the pill and had a diaphragm for back up just to make doubly sure.

We found jobs in our chosen fields and began working our way up the corporate ladder.  We did well, saved our money and eventually bought a home in a nice neighborhood.  We accumulated friends and neighbors and there were parties and social events to go to.  Frat parties and keggers were a thing of the past, but there was drinking at parties, barbecues and other social events. 

It didn’t happen often, maybe once every four or five months, but Harry did occasionally get drunk and get stupid.  Most of what he did got people laughing like the time he got drunk and because of something someone said he stripped to his underwear and took some ones motorcycle (this was in mid-January and it was three below outside) and rode it twice around the block.  I of course drank at the same parties and I flirted.  I got kissed and felt up a lot, but I laughed it off as ‘adult fun’ and didn’t think anything about it.

And then Harry got drunk and got stupid and changed our (or at least my) life.

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It was our fifth wedding anniversary and our next door neighbors threw us a party.  Only having twenty feet to walk to go home and not having to worry about driving I over did it a little on my alcohol intake.  I was my usual flirty self and I did get kissed several times and felt up more than a little.  When I have more to drink than I should I usually just get tired so about three ours into the party I went home and lay down on the bed.

I don’t know how long it was that I laid there, fading in and out of sleep, when I heard Harry.  It sounded like he was drunk, but still coherent enough to be giving some of the neighbors a tour of the house.  I heard him tell about tearing out the carpet on the stairs and replacing it with wood.  He mumbled some other things – either mumbled or I faded out for a bit – and I heard “replaced the tub with a tub with water jets and tore out…” and I faded out again.  The bedroom door opened and I heard “…master bedroom fully equipped with the best cocksucker and piece of ass in the state.  Moving on we co…” and he (or I) faded out again.

I came partially awake when Harry came to bed.  I felt his hands on my hips and I lifted them so he could pull my panties off and then I spread my legs.  I felt his breath just before his tongue went to work on me.  I moaned and pulled my knees back to open myself up more for him.

  “Oh yes” I moaned, “Like that baby, just like that.  I love it.”

He started licking and sucking my clit and I cried out and pushed my pussy at his face.  I was hot and I was ready and I cried out:

“Now, I need you in me now.  Fuck me honey, fuck me.”

He moved up and buried himself in me and I locked my legs around him and moaned:

“Fuck me, fuck me hard and make me come.”

Harry slammed into me and my orgasm hit and I cried out and dug my nails in his back and pulled him to me.  He kept slamming into me and then he grunted and I felt the hot wetness of his discharge.  He pulled away from me and I tried to pull him back.  I felt him get off the bed and I cried out “Don’t go, please don’t go.”  He got back on the bed and pushed into me.  He started driving into me and after several minutes I felt another climax building.

“Stay with me baby, stay with me, I’m almost there, get me there baby, get me there.”

Harry started pounding hard and I felt him shoot just as my climax washed over me and I was moaning “Oh god, oh god, so good, so good” as he pulled out and got off the bed.  Almost immediately he was back and pushing his hard cock into me.  Because of the strength of the orgasms, the overwhelming feelings and my inebriated state it never occurred to me that what was happening was not natural.  It did not register that Harry had somehow come twice and had almost immediately come back with a hard cock.  As he drove into me for the third time I again locked my legs around him and pushed back at his driving cock.  I was fast approaching another orgasm when hands grabbed my head and a cock was pushed into my mouth.  Even then it didn’t register on me that something was wrong.  I had a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy and I didn’t think anything of it.  I went after the cock in my mouth like a starving woman after a hot dog and it was then that I got my rude awakening.  A voice that was not Harry’s said:

“He didn’t lie.  She is a damned good cocksucker.”

Another voice – again not Harry’s – said, “That ain’t all he didn’t lie about.  I don’t know if she’s the best piece of ass in the state or not, but she damned sure is the best I’ve ever had.”

The realization that I wasn’t being fucked by Harry but by two other men was pushed out of my mind as another huge climax hit me.  The man in my mouth and the man in my pussy came at the same time.  I instinctively swallowed what was shot into my mouth and before the orgasm faded I had a fresh cock in both holes.  I started struggling trying to break free of the two men fucking me, but my strength of purpose was washed away by another large climax.

I don’t know how many more times I was fucked and had cum pushed into from both ends because it seemed like I was in one long continuous orgasm and when they finally left me I was so drained that I passed out.

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When I woke up in the morning I thought at first that it had all been an erotic dream until I started to get out of bed.  My pussy was sore and I had a foul taste in my mouth.  I looked down and saw dried cum on my thighs and my pussy hair was matted and crusty with dried cum.  I waddled (I couldn’t walk) to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.  I had dried cum on my breasts, on my face and in my hair.  I sat down on the toilet and peed and globs of white stuff came out with the urine.

I had to accept the truth.  Several unknown men had come into my bedroom and had gang fucked me.  I thanked God that I had put my diaphragm in expecting that Harry and I would make love when we got home from the party.

 I remembered snatches of Harry giving a tour of the house and I remembered what he had said when he had opened the bedroom door.  The men who used me would have been in the bunch that Harry gave the tour to, but how could I explain to Harry why I wanted to know who was in the tour group?  And what would I do with the information if I had it?  Go to the men and say “Shame, shame on you?”  They would probably just smile and say nothing.  I couldn’t accuse anyone of rape because I had no idea of who or how many.  A dozen?  Or just three or four over and over until they just couldn’t get it up any more?

I got in the shower and started to clean myself up, but as the hot water warmed my body I thought about how I’d felt having all of those orgasms one after another and so close that they felt almost continuous.  It might have been wrong, but I had never felt so sexually satisfied in my life.

I finished my shower and dressed and then I went downstairs to find Harry snoring on the couch.  I looked down at him and said to myself, “Congratulations Harry.  You got drunk and then got stupid and got your wife thoroughly fucked.” 

As I walked into the kitchen I wondered how I was going to be able to face the neighbors.  Every time I saw a wife I would think “Was your husband one of them?” and when I saw the men I would be wondering, “Did you fuck me?  Did you have your cock in my pussy?  Did you push a load down my throat?”  Would I ever be able to look any of the men in the neighborhood in the eye?  Would I blush whenever one of them smiled at me and think, “Oh god, were you one of them?”  Or would I just have to go out of my way to avoid my male neighbors.  The answer to that came before the end of the day.

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Harry woke up, took a shower and then I fixed us some breakfast.  Over coffee he apologized for not being able to make love to me on our anniversary and I just smiled at him and told him that it was okay, that I’d had too much to drink to enjoy it anyway.  After he ate he said that he had to run to Home Depot for some things.

He hadn’t been gone three minutes when the doorbell rang and I answered it to find Ken, our next door to the south standing there.  Before I could say a word he walked right into the house and said:

“I have something to show you.”

He flipped open his cell phone, pushed a couple of buttons and then showed me the screen.  There I was on my back with man between my legs, my legs up on his shoulders and my nails digging into his butt cheeks.  Ken pushed a button and there I was with a man in my pussy and another man standing next to the bed with his cock pointing at my face.  Another button push and I saw me with a man in my pussy, another one in my mouth and my hand wrapped around the cock of a man standing next to the bed.

“This one is my favorite” he said as he pushed another button.  I didn’t remember being taken doggie the night before, but there I was on hands and knees with a cock being pushed into me from behind while under me with my hand gripping his cock was another man.  In that picture it looked like my head was inches from the cock and it was obvious that I was getting ready to take it in my mouth or had just taken my mouth off of it.  I was looking right into the camera and the look on my face said it all.  I was into it.  I was loving it.  Ken said:

“I have seventeen more, but we can look at them later.  Right now we have more important things to do.”

“More important things?”

“Yeah.  I just saw Harry leave.  How long is he going to be gone?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe an hour.  Why?”

“Just need to know if we have time to cement our new relationship.”

“Our new relationship?”

“That’s right baby.  Starting right now you are my slut; my new personal fuck toy.”

“Get out of here!  Get your worthless fucking ass out of my house!”

“You sure you don’t want to take a minute or two to think about that?  Think about the look on Harry’s face when he sees the pictures?”

“I’ll handle Harry.  When I get done telling him about this he will  come looking for you and probably with his deer rifle.”

“Can you handle your mother too?  Imagine the look on her face when she sees pictures of her baby girl with a dick in each end of her.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Of course I would.  I’ll send them to your parents, your grandparents and every one else you know.  I’ll send them to where you work and I’ll post them on web sites that feature pictures of slut wives.  I’ll turn you into the neighborhood porn star.  You won’t be able to go to the grocery store without being stared at.  You won’t be able to walk through the mall without some guy coming up to you and asking for a piece.”

“You won’t do any of that.  The men in the pictures won’t like that a bit and they will come after you.”

“You didn’t take a real close look at those photos did you?  I was careful to get only your face in the pictures.  All the rest are just anonymous cocks.”

“Why are you doing this to me?  I thought we were friends.”

“I’m doing it because I can.  I’m doing it because it is payback for all the times you have cock teased me.  Payback for all the times you shoved your tongue in my mouth, let me play with your tits and then pushed me away saying “Oh no, I can’t.”

“I was just flirting and you know it.”

“Oh yeah?  Well flirt with this” he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick.  “You don’t want me to do any of the things I just mentioned you will get down on your knees and suck my dick.”

“I can’t.”

“Your choice, but if I put my dick back in my pants and leave five minutes after I walk into my house the emails will start going out.”

He stood there waiting and I realized that I had no choice.  It was do what he wanted or see my life ruined.  I knew I could survive Harry finding out and he would go after Ken, but my family, the people I worked with, the people I would see on the street?  No.  I couldn’t risk it. 

He stood there waiting and then he said, “It shouldn’t be all that hard for you to do.  You loved doing it last night.  You can lie to yourself and say no you didn’t, but I was there.  I watched and I saw it.  There were times when you were trying to pull the guy back when he was trying to get up.  I’ve got the pictures baby.  You were a cock loving slut last night and we both know that you are going to want to do it again some day.  I’m just making it happen sooner than you expected.  Make up your mind baby; we need to get this done before we run out of time.”

He was right.  I had thought about what I’d done last night while I was taking my shower and I had had a fleeting thought about whether I would ever experience those monumental orgasms again.  I was not even a little bit naïve.  I knew what Ken was saying when he said I was going to be his fuck toy.  He and all the others who had had me were planning on doing me again.  Ken was just the point man.  I didn’t want to do it.  God knows that I did not want to give in to what Ken was demanding, but I had no choice.  If Ken did what he threatened to do my life would be shit.

I went down to my knees in front of him and reached for his cock.  I stroked it a couple of times and watched a drop of pre-cum seep out of the pee hole and I remembered what Harry had said to his tour group when he opened the bedroom door.  If that is what he thought I was then that is what I would be.  I leaned forward and lick the pre-cum off of the end of Ken’s cock and then I took him in my mouth.  I licked, sucked and did all of the things that made Harry call me the best cocksucker in the state.  I acted as though I had wanted a cock in my mouth for months and that my goal in life was to suck him dry – to suck his brains out of the head of his cock.

When he pulled his cock out of my mouth I looked up in surprise.  He reached down, took my hand and brought me to my feet and walked me over behind the couch.  I knew what was coming and I bent forward over the back of the couch and spread my legs wide.  Ken worked the crotch band of my panties to one side and I felt the head of his cock between my lips and then he pushed and I gasped as he slid into me.

  Yes, he slid. 

I was wetter than I knew.  My body and my mind had not been working together.  My mind was saying “No, no, this can’t happen” and my body was crying out “Give it to me, give it to me.”  It was happening and as reluctant as I had been once it started my body responded.  I felt the tingling start in my core and I shoved myself back on Ken’s cock and he laughed.

“I knew you were a slut.  I knew you loved cock and I’m going to see to it that you get a lot.”

“Shut up and fuck me you asshole.”

“Asshole?  Thanks for reminding me.  We didn’t do your ass last night.”

“No damn you, I won’t!”

“Yes you will you little whore, but not until the next time.  I take my time on asses and we probably don’t have enough time right now.”

I didn’t say anything to that because I was busy having a heavy climax.  “Fuck me harder damn you, fuck me hard” I screamed and he laughed again.

“Your wish is my command my little fuck toy” and he slammed hard into me and kept slamming hard.  I hated having it happen, but my body shook with the strength of the orgasm and I ground back on his cock and moaned, “Yes, yes, yes.”  I heard Ken grunt and then I felt the hot wetness of his discharge.  He held him self in me while his cock drained and then he pulled out and said:

“Clean it off slut.”

I turned and went to my knees and took his cock into my mouth.  I hated to admit it, but I was into it by then and I half hoped that sucking him clean and licking our combined juices off of his cock would get him up so we could go again.  I frowned as he tucked his cock back into his pants and then he asked:

“What time does Harry leave for golf tomorrow?”

“His tee time is nine so he is usually out of here by eight-fifteen.”

“I’ll be here at nine to do a little teeing off of my own.  I want you to greet me at the door in nothing but nylons, garter belt and high heels.”  He winked at me and said, “We are going to have a lot of fun together baby.”

He left and I moved to the front window and watched the second man to ever fuck me walk toward his house.  I had been fucked by several men the night before and other than Ken I didn’t know who any of them were, but I knew, just knew, that Ken had been the first one to take me.  I watched him walk up his porch steps and enter his house and wondered if his wife had walked out on him because he was such an asshole and then I wondered what was in store for me in the days to come.

Then I realized that I was standing there with cum running down my leg and I hurried off to take my second shower of the morning.

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When Harry got home I half expected him to take one look at me and scream, “You fucking whore!  Who was it?” but he didn’t notice anything different.  I spent the day doing housework and trying to work out a problem.  Ken as good as said he was going to fuck me up my ass and given the way he had bent me to his will that morning I had no doubt that he was going to do it.  Maybe even as early as the next morning.  I was resigned to it happening, but I’d be damned if I was going to let Ken have something that my husband had never had.  Harry had brought it up a couple of times and I’d told him no and that the very idea disgusted me.  I had to find a way to give Harry my ass without making him wonder why all of a sudden I wanted him to do it.

I pondered the problem all day and decided that the only way to make it happen so Harry could have it before Ken took it was to be direct.  It would mean lying to Harry, but it was a little late for me to be worrying about that.  By not telling Harry what happened the night of the party and about what happened that morning while he was out golfing I was the same as lying to him.

After dinner and while we were doing the dishes, me washing and Harry drying, I asked:

“Do you still think about doing me anally?”

“I haven’t given it much thought my love.  The couple of times I brought it up you were rather forceful in saying no so I’d pretty much put it out of my mind.  Why?”

“I’ve been thinking about giving it a try.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

“You know, because I’ve told you, about how potty mouthed a bunch of women can get when they have had a few drinks.  Well, at Marsha’s bachelorette party a coupe of weeks ago they had a male stripper come in – I told you about it – and when he got down to his thong it didn’t hide much and Abby whistled and said that he could shove that piece of meat up her ass any time he wanted to.  Then Mary said, “You do anal?”  Abby laughed and said, “Doesn’t everybody?”  Apparently Mary and I were the only two women there who didn’t.  Even Marsha said that Dan would rather do her ass than have a blow job.

I’ve thought a lot about it since that night and I’ve decided that we need to try it at lease once.  It has taken some time for me to work up the courage to give it a go.  I’m as ready as I’ll ever be and I want to do it tonight before I talk myself out of trying.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.  All the girls say it feels good once you get by the initial pain and discomfort.  I want to try it at least once and see if we like it.”

“We don’t have any KY lotion or jelly and everything I’ve heard about anal says that you need to work on the hole with KY and fingers before going in.”

“We have the baby oil from when I had my skin rash last summer.  It should work.”

DESC of 1^st anal

I wasn’t quite sure how it was going to go with Ken, but Harry and I would be doing more of it.  A lot more of it.

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I kissed Harry and told him to hit the ball straight and far and as he backed down the drive I went back up to the bedroom and went into my closet.  I wondered which pair of my heels I should be wearing when I opened the door to greet Ken.  I settled on the old standard “come fuck me” pumps and then I slipped on a pair of nylons and a garter belt and then did a turn in from of my full length mirror.  Not bad I thought.  I looked sexy as hell and should be able to give a stone statue a hard on.  I wondered it a dab of perfume in a few strategic places…whoa!  What the fuck was I doing?  It wasn’t a lover I was going to be seeing, but a scumbag blackmailing asshole.  To hell with what Ken wanted.  He had me over a barrel and I might have to let him fuck me to protect my marriage and reputation, but I didn’t have to bow down and kiss his ass while I did it.  I kicked the pumps off, peeled off the nylons and pulled on a simple house dress.  I didn’t bother with bra and panties since I knew they would be coming right off anyway.

I opened the front door when the bell rang and saw Ken standing there with Gary.  No surprise there since I had already figured out that Ken was the point man for the group who had used me.  I stepped aside and let them in.  As soon as the door closed behind them ken said:

“I thought I told you to greet me naked except for heels, garter belt and nylons.”

“You did, but if you think I’m going to sit still for you bossing me around you are in for a rude awakening.  I may have to give in to you on the sex part, but don’t you ever forget that I am not doing this willingly.”

I saw the look on Gary’s face when I said that and I quickly figured out what it meant.

“Did ass wipe here tell you I was a cock hungry slut and was willing to fuck anyone?”

The look on Gary’s face answered my question.  “Well let me tell you something Gary.  Ken is blackmailing me with the pictures he with his cell phone while you and your friends were raping me.  Yes Gary, I said rape.  I had been drinking and I was half asleep when the first man mounted me and in the dark I thought it was my husband.  I thought it was Harry and so I was willing.  I didn’t know it wasn’t Harry until I had one cock in my pussy and another one tried to push into my mouth.  I am not here doing anything willingly Gary.  I’m only doing it because Ken is blackmailing me into it.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.  He said you were willing and wanted more than one man.  I didn’t know.”

He turned to leave and I called to him.  He turned back and I said, “Thank you for being the kind of man who won’t take advantage of a girl, but don’t leave.  It is true that Ken is forcing me to do this, but it is also true that once he gets me to orgasm I’m going to be into it no matter what the reason behind it and I’m going to want to keep those orgasms coming.  Stay.  Stay and let me thank you for being the kind of guy willing to walk away.”  He hesitated and I said, “Please Gary?  Please do me a favor and stay?”

Ken did just what I thought he would and told me that I would be taking him in the ass before the morning was over.  It started out with both men sitting on the side of the bed while I was on my knees in front of then taking turns at sucking their cocks.  Then Ken pulled my up onto the bed, pushed me on my back and started fucking me.  I motioned Gary to get up on the bed and put his cock in my mouth.  Ken came and Gary moved down to take his place and Ken moved up to push his cock at my face.  By the time Gary came Ken was hard again and he got me up on my hands and knees, worked on my ass with his fingers for about five minutes and then he took it. 

For the next three hours the two men took turns on my mouth ass and pussy and along the way I had orgasm after orgasm and screamed and begged for more cock, cried out to be fucked harder and faster, pleaded with them to make me cum and they did all of that.  Gary was taking a turn in my ass while Ken was in the bathroom washing off his cock after being in my ass.  I was on my knees with my ass in the air and my head on a pillow when Gary bent down and whispered in my ear:

“Call me later.  I want to know more about this blackmail.”

“Okay baby, but right now keep fucking me.  Fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard and make me cum.”

I grunted as he drove into my ass and I pushed it back at him.  Ken came back and stuck his cock in my face and I was just getting ready to open my mouth for it when I noticed the time on the bedside clock.

“No time” I grunted as I turned my head away.  “Hurry Gary, hurry.  We are running out of time.  I need to change the sheets and shower before Harry gets home.” 

Gary gripped my hips and drove hard into me for another minute or so and then I felt his sperm hit the walls inside my ass.  Gary pulled out and reached for his clothes as Ken tried to get in my ass again.  I pushed him away and said:

“God damn it Ken I said no more.  I’m doing this to keep Harry from finding out about the other night.  No fucking way am I going to let him walk in here and catch me doing it.  Get dressed and get the fuck out.  Now!”

He wasn’t happy, but he picked up his clothes and started dressing.  As he pulled on his pants he said:

“Harry bowls on Tuesdays.  I’ll be here at seven.”

He walked out of the bedroom and as Gary started to leave I told him to wait a second.  I grabbed my purse and took out one of my cards and gave it to him. 

“Call me at work around ten.”

He nodded and left.

The bedroom was straight and I was showered and fresh when Harry got home.  He sat at the kitchen table while I fixed lunch and told me about his day on the greens and fairways.  He was in a good mood because he broke ninety for the first time ever and I was in a good mood after seven very satisfying orgasms.  I might have been forced, but I had enjoyed every minute of it.

Maybe too much.

Harry wanted to make love that night and I really didn’t want to because I was afraid I would feel different to him after four hours of having two cocks almost constantly working in my pussy, but then I thought no way am I going to turn down the man I love when he wants me.  I went down and sucked on him until he came in my mouth and then I stayed on him until I had him up again.  Thinking that even though it had gotten considerable use earlier it would still be tighter than my pussy I took my mouth off Harry and said:

“My ass lover.  I want it in my ass.”

We fell asleep wrapped around each other.

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At ten the receptionist let me know that I had a call on three and when I picked up it was Gary.  He asked me to tell him about the blackmail and I told him about everything that Ken had dumped on me Saturday morning.

“I never knew that he could be such an asshole.  What are you going to do about it?”

“What can I do about it?  There is no way I could let my parents see those pictures and if they showed up here at work I would be ruined.”

“You do know that it is your own fault right?”

“My fault?  How can you say that?”