Marriage to Stan was divine.  He was attentive, affectionate, (and with my training) marvelous in bed and I loved him completely.

There was only one problem.

 I was my mother’s daughter and she had indeed passed something along to me in her DNA.  I remembered her telling me that she had been able to stay faithful to my father for a full four years before giving in to her needs.  It turned out that I wasn’t as strong as my mother.  The itch started at around eighteen months and I managed to come up with enough strength to fight it until two weeks after our second anniversary.

Every year Bob held what was in effect his own mini trade show.  He rented a large ballroom in one of the local hotels and invited all of his customers to come and see our new products and the upgrades available for old products.  Then there was a cocktail party in the evening.

I manned one of the booths and since Stan was out of town visiting a bridge site that his company had something to do with I was in no hurry to rush home and I stuck around for the cocktail party.  My intention was to nurse one drink for an hour or so and then head for home.  It was a bad choice on my part.  When I got married my exposure to Bob’s ‘special customers’ stopped.  I worked in the office and I never saw any of them again – until the cocktail party.  It seemed like everyone of them were there and everyone of them was waiting for the chance to get me a drink and talk with me with the object of the conversation being getting me to go up to their room with them.

My problem was memory.  I could remember everything I’d done with each and every one of them.  I remembered cock sizes and shapes.  I remembered their favorite positions and all of their likes and dislikes.  I remembered which ones liked to eat pussy and which ones were good at it.  And I remembered the way I’d felt during what we did and how I felt when it was over.  That feeling was that I didn’t want it to end.

The one drink that I was going to nurse for an hour turned into five or six and that one hour turned into three.  Mom was there but she was behaving because dad was there also.  She came up to me and said:

“I’ve been watching you little girl and I think you should get yourself out of here before you get yourself in trouble.”

“I think I’m ready for some trouble mama.”

“Things not well on the home front?”

“Things are great on the home front, but Stan is only one man and you of all people should know what I mean by that,”

“There is a big difference between you and me little girl.  I married a man who is basically clueless.  I loved the cuddly old bear to death, but your father lives in a world where he sees me as nothing but perfect.  You on the other hand are married to one very sharp young man.  You are not going to be able to get away with what I can get away with.”

“Stan is out of town for a couple of days so I’m pretty sure I can get away with it.  If I limit myself to when he isn’t home I’ll be okay.”

“But you won’t baby.  You will end up doing just what I did.  When I started I told myself I’d do it just once in a while to take the edge off and you know where I am now.  If you start now in a month to six weeks you will be back to taking care of Bob’s customers and probably Bob too.”

I told her she was wrong, but of course she wasn’t although she missed it by a bit.  It was only two weeks, but that came later.  Mom went back over to join dad and Arby came over to me.  Arby was one of the guys who have spent an evening or three with me and mom and he said:

“I understand that your mother is off limits tonight, but how about you?”

I remembered how good he was at eating pussy and I looked over at mom and thought about what she’d just said and I was on the ragged edge of saying “No thanks” when I saw Bob looking at us.  When my eyes caught his he winked at me just as Arby said:

“Come on sweetie; once for old time’s sake.”

I set my glass down and said, “Come on.  Let’s get out of here.”

Fifteen minutes later I was on my hands and knees and Arby was doing a marvelous job of ringing my chimes when there was a knock on the door.  Arby pulled out of me and I screamed:

“What the hell are you doing?  You got me going damn it; why are you stopping?”

“Don’t worry baby; I’ll get you cranked back up in no time.  Your surprise is here.”

He opened the door and Mel and Harvey walked in with big smiles on their faces.

“I remembered how much you like multiple partners” Arby said, “So I invited some help.”

Five or so minutes later I was ‘airtight’ and having multiple orgasms.  God, but I had missed the feeling of having three hard cocks in me at the same time.

The next afternoon around three Bob called me into his office.  He smiled at me and said, “Welcome back” and he handed me an envelope.  I looked inside and found the envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills.

“What’s this?”

“Arby told me how happy he was that you took care of him, Mel and Harvey so that is a token of my appreciation.”

I tried to hand it back to him saying, “I did last night for me.”

“Nonsense” he said, “You might have done it for you, but it caused the three of them to think well of the company and the way we take care of them.  The company benefits and so should you.”

I wasn’t going to stand there and argue with him so I thanked him and then he asked:

“Any chance you might be available next Tuesday for some fun with George Pemberton?”

“No sir.  Last night shouldn’t have happened.  I’m trying real hard to be a good wife for Stan.”

“Well if you ever change your mind you be sure and let me know.”

Mom joined me at morning coffee break and as soon as she sat down she said:

“Last night must have agreed with you.  You have a nice rosy glow about you this morning.”

“I didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

“A little bounce in the hay always helps.”

“It was more than a little bounce.  They kept me busy until six this morning.  If it wasn’t a work day they would still have me there.”

“They?”

I told her what happened up to and including Bob’s envelope.

“That may be what you need baby girl.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I know you don’t think it is going to happen, but I know it will.  You are not going to be able to keep your panties on.  When it happens taking care of Bob’s customers might be the best way to go.  Set it up to happen during the day during work hours and you will greatly reduce the chances of Stan ever finding out.”

“I am not going to do that mother.  Maybe once in a great while to take the edge off, but that is all.”

“Whatever you say little girl; whatever you say.”

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Stan came home early that night as if to highlight mom’s point.  If I was doing what I’d told my mom about only doing it when Stan was on a trip and he came home early I would have had some explaining to do.  As it was he asked me where I was last night when he called.  The lie rolled easily off my tongue.

“I got a little carried away at the cocktail party last night and Bob wouldn’t let me drive home.  He made me take a room and stay at the hotel.”

As soon as I said it I realized how easy it could be disproved if Stan ever got it in his head to check it out.  What lie would I be able to tell if he came to me and said:

“The hotel has no record of you staying there.”

My best bet to keep from getting tripped up in a lie and caught was to not do it and I promised myself I would knuckle down and be a good girl from then on.  As I mentioned a little earlier that mindset lasted all of two weeks.  In my defense I do have to say that what happened wasn’t planned or expected.

Stan was out of town visiting a construction site and dad was out of town for the Fraternal Order of Eagles state bowling tournament and mom asked me to come over and keep her company.  We sat in her kitchen and talked for an hour or so and then she said:

“I feel like a drink.  Let’s go over to the Landing Strip and have a couple.”

I was dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt and tennis shoes and I told her I couldn’t go out looking like that and she told me that of course I could.

“It’s just a couple of drinks.  We aren’t going out looking for studs.”

I let her talk me into it and a half an hour later we were sitting in a booth at the Landing Strip.  We weren’t there five minutes before the first guy showed up asking if either of us would like to dance.  The guy was my age so I wasn’t at all surprised when mom said yes.  She had a thing for young meat and by the time she moved into his arms I knew how the night was going to end for her.  I was trapped because mom had driven so I was stuck until she was ready to go home.

I’d never seen her go out and do the backseat thing in a parking lot so I suspected that she would drive me home and then go and meet her stud.  That isn’t what happened.  After dancing mom invited ‘young stud’ to join us in the booth and then we found out that ‘young stud’ was there with a buddy and – surprise surprise – mom told him to invite his friend over and then – surprise surprise again – two hours later Brian was pounding into me dog fashion while mom rode Axel cowgirl.  Then it was missionary for Axel and me and doggie for mom and Brian and then and then and then until six in the morning when we chased them away so we could get ready for work.

Before they left, and without telling me, mom invited them back that evening.  At lunch mom asked me over for dinner after work and not having the foggiest of what I would be walking into I said I’d be there and I’d bring a dessert.  Mom just smiled when I said that.  Meanwhile Axel called mom at work and said that Brian had a family emergency and was going to be out of town.  Would it be all right if he brought a different friend?

“The more the merrier” mom said.

After work I went home, changed clothes and left a message on the answering machine that I would be over at mom’s house in case Stan called, and then I headed over to mom’s stopping at the Village Inn to pick up a pie.  I got the chocolate silk because that was mom’s favorite.  I walked into the house and then the living room and found mom sitting there talking to Axel and five other guys.  Axel had taken mom’s “The more the merrier” literally.  Thirty-five minutes later both mom and I were ‘airtight’ and we stayed pretty much that way until two in the morning when mom chased them all away.

The boys asked if they could come back again the next night and mom said no because she had something else going.  Then she turned to me and said:

“Unless you want to see them.”

I thought for a moment.  Stan was supposed to be gone for three more days.  I weighed things in my mind and then said:

“If I can do it here so I’ll be at a recognizable number if he calls.”

Mom of course knew what I meant when I said “he” and she said, “As long As you clean it up when you are done.”

I looked at Axel and said, “Only who is already here okay?”

“You got it.”

Over coffee the next morning mom said, “I’m really, really sorry that I passed the ‘slut gene’ on to you, but there is no sense in crying over spilt milk.  The last two nights and how quickly you agreed to do tonight show me that you aren’t going to slack off any.  Should I tell Bob you are ready?”

I really didn’t want to admit it to myself, but mom was right.  I could tell myself that I wanted to be a good girl for Stan all I wanted, but the bottom line was that given a choice I had chosen to spend time with six very hard cocks.  I looked at mom and then said;

“Yeah.  I guess so.” 

  That night the sex with those six guys was repetitive.  Face it!  Six hard cocks and one girl with three usable holes and there wasn’t any way that the same scene wouldn’t play over and over and over again.  Repetitive yes, but I loved every second of it.  When it was over Axel asked me if we could do it again and I have to admit I considered it, but in the end I told him no.  Stan would be home in a couple of days and I thought I could use a little time to tighten up a bit so Stan would at least be able to feel the sides.

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Mom wasted no time in letting Bob know that I was ready.  He called me into his office at a little after three the next day and told me that my mother had told him I was ready to report for duty.

“Is that right?”

“Yes, I guess it is.”

“Can you handle a lunch date and a fun afternoon on Friday?’’

“I can’t, at least not on Friday.  Stan is due home Friday and I want to be nice and tight for him.”

“But you will be available the following week?”

“Yes.”

He stood up, unzipped his pants and took out that lovely ten inch cock and said:

“Let me be the first to welcome you back.”

I smiled at him and went to my knees.  “Bring it to me” I said as I knelt there with an open mouth.  He walked it into my mouth.  Five minutes later he had me on my back on his desk with a file folder clenched between my teeth to keep me from screaming as that marvelous ten inch cock drove me wild.

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The next nine years were a repeat of the years between my starting to work for Bob and my marriage to Stan.  The only change was that all of my ‘dates’ with Bob’s ‘special customers’ took place during the day except for when Stan was out of town and then I could do some nights, but I always gave myself three days to get my pussy ready for Stan.

Because of the pussy stretching issue I never did multiple partners during the day, but when I played in the evenings multiple partners was the norm.  Some times those evenings included my mother. 

There were some evenings when Stan was home that I did go out with my mother to do ‘girl things’ which Stan took to mean dinner together and some shopping.  Usually those evenings took place in a motel room with mom on one bed and me on the other with the ‘flavors’ of the night.  Mom’s flavor always seemed to be about my age.  She sure did like the young stuff.

My ‘tokens’ of appreciation kept piling up in my safe deposit boxes.  There was enough money there to pay off the mortgage on the house, the loans on both cars, all of our credit card bills and still have enough left over to buy all new furniture for the house, finance month long vacations in Europe and a dozen tropical cruises.  I couldn’t do any of that without having to give Stan some explanation about where the money came from and there was no way I could do that.  Since Stan travelled a lot and I didn’t I handled all of the expenses and I was able to put fifteen thousand a year towards things and explain it as my yearly bonus.  Mom and I were working on an idea that we were going to try and pull on daddy and Stan.  We would take a ‘girls weekend’ in Vegas and come home with a bundle that we won.  The plan had a lot of rough edges, but we were working on it.

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Things were rolling along well, but things change and not always for the better.  Stan was away on another bridge inspection trip and Bob called me into the office and asked me if I could take care of one of his customers and I said I would.

“He will have his bother with him; any problem with that?”

“Of course not” I said to the man who had set me up with as many as six, but there did turn out to be a problem with it – a huge problem!

I knocked on the door of room 612 at the downtown Marriott and it was opened by Chuck Brasser.  I’d had fun with Chuck on several occasions and he was one of my favorites because he was rather well endowed.  I wasn’t a size queen by any means, but I did occasionally like the full feeling I got from guys with some size to them.

He stepped out of the way and I walked into the room and my worst nightmare.  Sitting on the edge of the bed was Ralph Innge.  Ralph was one of Stan’s partners in his engineering firm.  I froze in my tracks as Ralph smiled and said:

“Well, well, well; what have we here?  An early Christmas present it would seem.”

I turned to Chuck and said, “I thought it was going to be your brother?”

“Step brother.  Same mom, different dad.  Why?  Is there a problem?”

“You could say that.”

I explained to Chuck just what the problem was while Ralph sat there and grinned.  When I finished the explanation Ralph said:

“I don’t see the problem sweetie.  You have been my fantasy woman since the day Stan introduced you to me.  Until now it was a fantasy that had no chance of ever happening.  This is real life sweetie and there isn’t any rewind button that will back time up so you didn’t walk through that door.  You did walk through that door and are here in the room and all three of us know why you are here.  Even if you turn around and leave without doing anything it won’t change the fact that I know.  Accept it sweetie; I know so why not just get with the program.”

Chuck was standing there waiting to see what I was going to do and I looked from Ralph to Chuck and then back to Ralph.  Ralph was right.  The horse was out of the barn so there was no use in trying to shut the barn door.  I walked over to the dresser and set my purse down on it, turned to face the two and started to take off my clothes.

Ralph was just as well endowed as Chuck.  I’d never had two very large cocks during the same evening let alone at the same time.  Talk about feeling full!  I’d taken Chuck in my butt before and I’d had had cocks in my pussy and ass at the same time on dozens of occasions, but never two the size of what I got that night.  It was mind blowing!  I spent the night with Chuck and Ralph and in the morning I could barely walk.

In the morning Ralph and I left Chuck’s room at the same time and Ralph told me he would buy me breakfast.  Normally I would hurry home and get ready for work, but that particular morning I felt the need to find out what Ralph thought our new relationship was going to be.  Was I scared he was going to snitch me out?  Damned right I was!

Ralph must have been able to read my mind.  As soon as we had our coffee in front of us he said:

“Relax sweetie; Stan isn’t going to find out about this from me, but I am going to tell Bruce and Dave (Stan’s other two partners).  I can’t even begin to count the number of times we’ve sat around talking about what we would do with you given the chance.”

“Please don’t.  You guys are too close to home if you know what I mean.  I need to keep what I do as far away from Stan as I can to keep him from ever finding out.”

“You won’t have to worry sweetie.  They won’t rat you out.  That would be cutting off their noses to spite their faces.  Same reason you don’t have to worry about me.  If I out you I don’t get any more and I want more sweetie; I want a lot more.  Besides, both Dave and Bruce are married and they would know that if they burned you it would cause you to drop a dime on them with their wives out of revenge.”

“You don’t have a wife.”

“True, but you have even more leverage with me because I don’t.”

“Explain that one to me.”

“I already told you.  I want more so I’m not going to be cutting my nose off to spite my face either.”

My response should have been to say that there would never be a next time for him if he told Bruce or Dave, but I would have no way of knowing if he told them or not.  Did I want to trust my luck to that?  No I didn’t.  I told myself I’d have more control over things if I had them under my thumb so to speak.  And that is why three weeks later while Stan was out of town I was in Ralph’s apartment stripping for Ralph, Bruce and Dave.

With the exception of Ralph’s large cock doing the three of them was no different than doing any other three that I had done.  There was just a tad of extra juice in it for me to be doing three guys who not only knew my husband, but who were fairly close to him.  I warned the three of them against doing anything around Stan that might make him stop and think.  No smirks when he was around while thinking “I’m fucking your wife you clueless twit” and no talking about me among themselves and then suddenly going silent when Stan walked into the room.

“You give him any ideas at all that make him suspicious and I’ll cut you off and if anything you do causes him to find out I’ll make damned sure that your wives find out to.  Are we clear on that?”

I got three very vigorous ‘yes’ nods on that and then I fucked them one more time to take some of the sting out of the tone I used while cluing them in on what I expected.

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For the next three years I spent one night with the three of them whenever Stan was out of town.  They wanted more, but I refused.  I still had Bob and his customers to take care of and I still needed ‘tighten up’ time to be ready fro Stan’s homecoming   I did see each of them separately during the day from time to time, Ralph more than the others, and as I said it went on for three years and then everything changed.

Dave caught his wife fucking her boss and she apparently had the better attorney in the divorce and Dave was put in the position of having to sell his share of the firm to come up with the cash he owed his wife.  Instead his wife made him an offer..  She would take his share of the firm for her half of the assets.  Dave could have the house, keep his 401k and not have to pay any alimony.  Dave’s attorney convinced him that he was getting the better of the deal so Dave took it.

Patty immediately kissed her boss/lover goodbye and sent him back to his wife and three children and set herself up as the firm’s office manager.  Two weeks after she assumed her new position she called me and asked me to have lunch with her.

After we had ordered she reached into her purse and took out a bulky envelope and passed it across the table to me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Read it.”

I took the papers out of the envelope and started reading them.  My heart almost stopped.  It was a report from a private detective agency and it documented a months worth of my activities with Dave, Bruce and Ralph.  I sat there pale and shaking and she slip another envelope over to me.  Another PI report only this one covered my activities with Bob’s customers over the same month.   I took a deep breath and then said what I knew she was waiting to hear.

“What do you want?”

“I want in.”

“You want to screw Bruce and Ralph?”

“Maybe a couple of times so I can let Dave know about it, but where I want in is on your other activities.”

Then she told me the story.  She was a virgin when she married Dave.  There sex life was pretty okay for the first five years and then she began to feel that she was missing something; that Dave wasn’t pushing all the buttons she had. 

A friend at work told her that she read erotic stories on the Internet and used what she read to spice up her sex life with her husband.  So Patty went to the Net and started reading stories, but instead of finding things she could use in the bedroom with Dave she found stories that grabbed her and turned her on.  Stories about threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs and the husband watching.  She read about huge cocks, black and white, that turned women into size queens.  She read about BDSM and being forced and a lot of it she wasn’t interested in even if it did turn her on a bit, but multiple partner sex did turn her on enough that she wanted to try it.

The problem was that Dave was an extremely jealous and possessive man.  If she even danced with another man at a party he got pissed.  There was no way in the world she would ever be able to get him to try multiple partners let alone watch her with another man.  She tried a couple of things to kind of sound him out, simple things like trying some ‘role play’ and talking about fantasies and what she got was:

“Who the fuck is filling your head with rubbish like that?”

Then she found out that Dave was cheating on her.  He could call her a whore and a slut because she danced close to someone, but it was okay for him to fuck other women?  No way!  In the course of getting the goods on Dave her PI got onto me and he followed me to get the skinny on me.  Patty’s first thought was to divorce Dave and then send what she had on me to Stan to complete her revenge, but it just so happened that I did Arby’s seven man gangbang while her PI was on my trail.

“You were doing what I wanted to be doing and the more the detective found out about things the more obvious it was that you were doing it as part of your job.  To me that meant that it was set up ahead of time and most likely with men that, oh I don’t know, let’s just say men who were pre-screened – men who were likely to be safe.  If I was part of something like that I wouldn’t have to go to bars and take chances.”

She decided that since they had no kids and it was a no-fault state she wouldn’t get any more than half no matter how she went about the divorce.  She decided that she wouldn’t burn me, but instead use me to get in on the action.

She decided to get her revenge on Dave in a way that would really piss him off.  Call her a whore and a slut would he?  Well how about she give him one!  She seduced her boss, had a two week affair and then started doing things that would let Dave ‘discover’ her cheating.  Even with all the clues she dropped it took him a little over two months to find out and confront her.  He told her he always knew that she was a whore and then he told her he was going to divorce her for adultery.  She laughed and told him she was going to countersue on the same grounds and she tossed him the report from the PI.  He called her a bitch and she said she wondered what Stan would call him when she gave Stan a copy of the PI report.  Suddenly Dave did a 180 from his “You bitch” stance and was begging her not to tell Stan.

“So now you will use the reports to blackmail me?”

“No, not at all.  They are yours to burn, shred or do whatever you want with them.  Those are the only copies that exist.  I only used them to set the tone of the meeting.  I really do want to come and play with you.”

I looked at her for several seconds and then I told her just what I did and why I did it.  I didn’t tell her about the ‘tokens of appreciation’ because I got the definite impression that she wasn’t the least bit interested in being a paid whore.  A slut yes, but a paid whore no.  I told her that the next time Bob set me up with more than one guy I would give her a call and then I told her that I was going to let Bruce and Ralph know what she had discovered and that I was going to end things with them because things were getting too ‘chancy’ and I wasn’t going to wait around until someone else discovered us.

“That will be good” Patty said, “That gives me an opening to go to them and tell them I’ll keep quiet about you and them if they will help me get back at Dave.”

I wasn’t at all keen on that happening because I had no idea how Dave would take it and if he ended up going off half-cocked everything could blow up in my face.  But it was out of my hands.  Patty said that I had the only existing reports in my hands, but did I?

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With Dave’s departure – he wouldn’t work for the firm now that he wasn’t a partner – Stan, Bruce and Ralph decided that they could get along without another soils engineer so he wasn’t replaced.  What that meant was that Stan would be traveling even more and I had more evenings for Bob to use.

Bruce and Ralph were not happy that I cut them off, but they couldn’t argue with my reasoning.  In fact Bruce said he wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if his wife put a PI on him.  I had to ask him if he felt that way why did he keep doing it and he told me that as far as he was concerned his marriage had been dead for years and that the only reason he was sticking it out was that he was too cheap and too lazy to go for a divorce.  Just in time I thought, I’m getting out just in time.  And I did because two months later Bruce’s wife did put a PI on him.  Luckily it wasn’t Patty he got caught with.

Patty took to multiple partners like a kid goes for ice cream.  I brought her in about two weeks after our talk and on a night when Bob had set up me and mom to party with five out of town customers.  Mom came down with a mild case of food poisoning so I gave Patty a call.  She was a big hit with the boys as she let out the slut that had been hiding inside her. 

Patty joined me half a dozen times and then one night when Bob wanted me to party with five guys from Sigma Industries I brought Patty in to do them all by herself.  I would have liked to play, but Stan was due home and I needed some tighten up time.  I was there and I did do some ‘fluffing’ to get the guys ready for Patty, but I kept my panties on.

I’d told Bob about Patty and he wanted to meet her so I asked her if she would meet him and she said she would love to.  They hit it off (Bob took her from behind as she bent over his desk five minutes after I introduced them) and Bob had another player in his stable.

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A year went by and one morning at work I got a call from Abby.  I hadn’t seen her or heard from her in over ten years.  She had gotten married and moved to New York and now she was back.

“The marriage was a mistake” she told me.  “He was a great guy and the next girl he marries will be one lucky lady.  The problem was me.  I couldn’t stop being the slut I’ve always been and when he caught me for the third time we decided that it would be best to end things.  So, how are you doing?  Been able to keep your legs closed?”

“How can you ask me that?  I am a happily married woman.”

That got me a big belly laugh and a “Bullshit!  You are as big a slut as I am.  When are we going out together?”

“I don’t go out much in the evenings when Stan is home.”

“Nonsense.  Just tell him your old buddy who you haven’t seen in a coon’s age is back in town and wants to get together for dinner and to catch up on things.  He won’t have any problem with that.”

She was right; he didn’t.  I did have some misgivings though because I knew Abby and what she was capable of.  I wasn’t wrong.  Dinner went well, but then she wanted a drink or two at whichever new club was ‘the happening place’ in town.  I should have said no, that I needed to get home to Stan, but I let her talk me into ‘just one drink’ so I took her to The Black Mushroom.  We weren’t there long enough to have our drinks delivered before guys were at out table asking if they could buy us drinks and asking us for dances. 

The second guy she danced with caught Abby’s fancy so she invited him to our table.  Naturally he was there with four buddies so Abby told him to bring them over.  They pushed two tables together to make room for the eight of us.  I danced once with each of the six, but didn’t let them feed me any more drinks.  I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back there were two more guys at the table.  When I sat down Abby leaned over and said:

“Now there are four for each of us.”

“Oh no Abby; now there are eight for you.”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t want any of these guys.”

“Hell girlfriend, I want all of them, but there isn’t any way I could do them and not get busted when if when I got home Stan wanted to make love.  Something about him wondering why I was so loose and sloppy down there.”

“So give him the old headache excuse.”

“Doesn’t work that way at our house.  I will never say no to my hubby – never!”

“You are going to let all this meat go to waste?”

“Don’t give me that.  Unless you have gone through a major change eight won’t even warm you up.  Maybe some night when Stan is out of town and will be gone for a few days, but not now.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

I had one more drink and then I left Abby with her herd and went home.  It killed me to do it, but it had to be done.  I was a cock hungry slut and I knew it.  I loved it, but I did worry about it.  Specifically I worried about Stan ever finding out.  I had managed to hide it from him for years, but could I keep on hiding it from him?

To be continued.