I was having lunch with my mom one day and I asked her how she had managed to hide what she had been doing from dad for so long.

“I’m not so sure that he doesn’t know.”

“I he knew he would have done something about it.”

“Maybe or then again maybe not.  He knows that I love him – I’ve never left him in any doubt about that – and I give him all the sex he can handle.  Maybe he knows that my sexual appetite is so much greater than his and he lets me run knowing that I’m his and that I will always come home to him.  Maybe he knows, but won’t bring it up because he is afraid it might change our relationship.”

That gave me some food for thought.  Was it possible that Stan knew?  I didn’t know and I hoped that I would never find out.

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A couple of months went by and one week when Stan was out of town I swung by his office to pick up a copy of some insurance papers.  It was noon and the office was locked.  Everybody gone to lunch I thought.  I had a key so I let myself in.  As I was walking toward Stan’s office I passed by Ralph’s office and saw Patty on her back on Ralph’s desk and Ralph was pounding her pussy while she was sucking Bruce’s cock.  Bruce saw me and said:

“Just in time.  I’d rather have pussy than mouth any day.”

I was there and I had locked the door behind me so I said to myself “What the hell, why not” and I walked into the office and started undressing.

“Not here” Bruce said and he led me into Stan’s office and cleared a space on Stan’s desk.  He helped me up onto the desk and then he fucked me with my legs up on his shoulders.  He pounded me hard and got me off twice before he got his rocks off and by then Ralph was there and he stood watching while Patty sucked his cock.  Bruce pulled out of me and Patty went to work on his dick while Ralph buried himself in me.  Bruce was busy fucking Patty when I left.  I felt just a little unclean as I left the office.  I had defiled my husband’s office and for some reason that really disturbed me.  Fucking Bruce and Ralph didn’t bother me, but doing it on Stan’s desk did.  I was back during lunch hour two days later and when Bruce tried to take me into Stan’s office I told him no fucking way.  If he wanted me it would have to be on his desk.

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Then came the period that changed me and forced me to see the analyst.  One night Stan came home and told me that the firm had won a lucrative contract on a bridge that was going to be built in Alaska and he was going to be the site engineer.  He was going to be gone for almost a year.

He would be able to fly home for ten days every three months or so, but for the most part I was going to be a ‘work widow’ for that year unless I wanted to quit my job and go with him.  He warned me that there would be nothing for me to do except stay in the house trailer and wait for him to come home from work.  We both knew me well enough to know I couldn’t do that so off he went leaving me to my own devices for a year.

Bob was overjoyed to hear it and so were Abby and Patty.  “We are going to have so much fun” Abby said and we did.  I introduced Abby to Patty and they took to each other and soon were out partying together and when Stan left they asked me to join them.

Between Bob’s customers, Ralph and Bruce (yes, I was back to doing them on a regular basis) and going out with Patty and Abby I was getting all the meat that my cock loving self could handle.  I had some pretty wild nights with Patty and Abby.  Abby had kept in touch with some of the guys who we had taken on at frat parties and occasionally she would set up a ‘reunion’ of sorts and Patty, Abby and I would be the centerpieces in gangbangs of as many as twenty-five guys.

There was one really memorable time when one of the guys who banged us when we were in college asked us for a favor.  His younger brother was a member of the same fraternity he had belonged to and his brother had heard rumors of how wild things had used to be and he asked if the rumors were true.  Bart had said yes they were and then his brother had told him that things like that didn’t happen any more and he wished they would.  Bart asked Abby and me if we would do a frat house gangbang with a bunch of young guys.  Abby immediately said “Hell yes!” but I wasn’t too sure.  I’d be pretty loose after pulling a train and Stan was due home for his first visit and I wanted to be nice and tight for him.

One of the advantages of fucking Ralph and Bruce and partying with Patty was that they talked with Stan almost daily and they were able to update me on what was going on.  My personal calls from Stan only took place two or three times a week and we had only talked about his return in general terms because he wasn’t exactly sure of when it would be.  With Ralph and Bruce he talked in more specific terms.  Things like “The north pylons will be poured tomorrow” and the first shipment of re-bar will be here day after tomorrow” and “I might be able to make it home on the first if (fill in the blank) happens on time.”  So, knowing that he might be home on the first I told Bart and Abby that I could do the frat party if it was held no later than the twenty-fifth so I’d have a week to get ready for Stan.

Bart and Abby set it up the twenty-first and it turned out to be a good thing.  I needed the extra days to recover.  There were twenty-one young studs at the party.  Twenty-one young men between eighteen and twenty-one with fast recovery powers and youthful exuberance and they damned near destroyed me.  My jaw hurt, my ass and pussy were sore and I walked funny for a couple of days. 

The night was also memorable because one of the kinkiest things I’d ever had happen to me happened at that party.  Halfway through it one kid said he would like to see me take cum in every body opening I had; mouth, pussy, ass, ears and nostrils.  I wasn’t paying all that much attention to what he was saying because I had three cocks in me at the time and was in the process of having a rather large orgasm.  A couple of guys decided that they would like to help the kid make it happen and they almost did.  They couldn’t get the nose because of the cock I had in my mouth, but they made the rest happen.  I was sitting on a cock cowgirl, bent forward so another cock could plow my ass and I had a cock in my mouth.  The guy I was sitting on was holding my body up so I could use both hands to make a half-hearted effort to jack off two guys (half-hearted because coordination was difficult with three cocks moving in and out of me).  While I was taking care of those five cocks two other guys stood beside me jacking off with their cock’s only inches from my ears.  They didn’t all cum at once, but they all came and I ended up with cum in my mouth, pussy, ass, both ears and cum on both hands.  It was wild!

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For the next nine days I said no to Ralph, Bruce, Bob, Abby and Patty as I got ready to greet my husband when he got home.  Stan’s home coming was a joyous affair and the seven days he was home with me were like a second honeymoon.  He had planned on being home ten days, but he received a phone call, told me a crisis had developed and he had to hurry back.  I fucked him senseless on his last day and then told him that I wasn’t going to wait another three months before I saw him again.  I might not want to live up there, but I could damn sure visit.  He told me that I wouldn’t like it there and that rather than subject me to the conditions there he would just tough it out.

Stan wasn’t gone a day before Bob asked me if I had a free evening and for the next month it was life as usual – my life anyway – as I took care of Bob’s customers, Ralph and Bruce and did a couple of frat house gangbangs with Abby and Patty.

When the end of the month came I cut off everybody for a week and then flew up to Alaska to visit Stan and got my surprise.  Stan walked me around the site and introduced me to a lot of people.  From the looks I got from the crew I got the definite impression that if I lived up there and could hide it from Stan I’d never get off my back. 

The big surprise came when he took me to the house trailer that was the on-site office and introduced me to Lisa.  Lisa was a local who had been hired to be secretary and general odd job girl.  I immediately could tell from the way her eyes moved when she shook my hand that she was fucking my husband.  I felt a burst of white hot anger surge through me and I wanted to snatch my hand back, slap her face and then claw her eyes out.  How dare she fuck MY man!  How dare he have anything to do with that fucking bimbo!  Now I know why he told me not to come up; that I wouldn’t like the conditions and rather than subject me to them he would just tough it out.  Yeah!  Right!  Tough it out with that fucking husband stealing skank.

But I managed to control myself and I didn’t think I gave what I was thinking away.  I held it together for the five days I was there and I did my absolute best to fuck Stan senseless to show him that the skank wasn’t half the woman that I was.  On the flight home I sat in my window seat and stared out the window at the empty sky and thought bad thoughts about the cheating bastard I was married to.

 Looking back on it now I realize how totally irrational I was.  Not once did I think “Get a grip girl!  How can you get pissed at him given what you have been doing for most of your married life?”  Not once did I relate what I was doing to what he was doing.  I was pissed and by God I’d show him!  Cheat on me would he?  Yes fucking indeed, I would show him and it was that irrationality that caused me to make my biggest mistake.

I had never – never ever – let any of the men I fucked come into my house.  That was Stan’s house and Stan’s bed and I WOULD NOT defile them.  Until the bastard cheated on me.  To spite the unfaithful asshole, two nights after I returned from my visit to Stan I went out bar hoping with Patty and we hooked with a couple of college kids who were out celebrating passing their mid-terms.  Patty took her guy home with her and I took mine home with me.  I was going to do him in Stan’s house and on Stan’s bed.  Yes indeed!  I’d show the cheating bastard!

I did it all with the kid who was at least fifteen years younger than I was.  I sucked his cock and then fucked him.  I sucked him hard and took him in my ass.  I took him into the bathroom, washed his dick, sucked him hard again and took him back to the bed.  My legs were up on his shoulders, his cock was buried in my pussy and I was just coming down from an orgasm when I heard:

“Well, well well.  Isn’t this just a marvelous sight.”

I looked over at the bedroom door and saw Stan’s dad and Stan’s two brothers standing there.  Ronny, the guy fucking me turned and looked at the three men standing there and I felt his cock start to go soft in me.  My father in law said:

“You need to get out of here boy; I need to have a long talk with my daughter in law about why she is cheating on my son.”

Ronny set land speed records on grabbing up his clothes and getting the hell out.  As soon as he was gone Roger looked at me and I waited for the verbal abuse that would be heaped on me by my outraged father in law.  Roger, Terry and Mark looked at me and then Roger said:

“Just how do you think Stan is going to take it when he hears about this?”

That was the wrong thing to say.  If he had attacked me for being a slut or a whore I probably would have lain there and cringed, but when he hit me with that “What is Stan going to think” shit I got my back up and said:

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what Stan will think.  If he says anything to me about it I’ll just tell him if he can fuck that bimbo he has up there in Alaska I can fuck someone here and if he doesn’t like it tough shit!”

“You telling me you were doing that kid to get even with Stan for screwing around on you?  This is just getting even?  Payback?”

“That’s just what I’m saying.”

He looked at me in silence for a bit and then he said, “You should at least try to keep it in the family” and he pulled his zipper down and moved toward the bed.  Terry looked at Mark and Mark just shrugged and started undressing and a few seconds later Terry followed suit.

I sat up and took Roger’s cock in my mouth and sucked it while he shed his clothes and then he pushed me back on the bed and fucked me.  He finished and Mark mounted me and when he was done it was Terry’s turn.  By the time Terry was done Roger was ready again.  I wanted to take all three of them at once, but I didn’t think it would be wise.  They thought I was just getting even with Stan and that is where I wanted it to stay.  Talking them into making me ‘airtight’ would show them what a slut I really was.

Roger told the boys that they needed to hurry home before their wives started to wonder where they were. Then Roger, who was a widower, said:

“I’ll stay here tonight and protect our property from claim jumpers.”  The he turned to me and said, “That all right with you sweetie?”

For an answer I reached out, grabbed his hard cock and tugged on it.  He got the message and climbed aboard.  He rode me hard and after we had both climaxed he told me why he and Stan’s brothers had been there.  Stan had ordered a new 23 cubic foot chest style freezer and he had asked his dad to move the old one out of the basement before the new one was delivered.  Roger had used the key we had given him so he could watch the place when Stan and I were on vacations to let the three of them in.  While he was telling me that I was fondling him and he started to come back to life so I went down on him to hurry him along.  We made it one more time and then fell asleep and for the first time ever another man spent the night in my husband’s bed.

I was alone when I woke up and I smelled coffee.  I found my father in law sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. He looked up and said:

“Good morning.”

“Yes it is.”

“We good?”

“I’d have to say we are much better than good.”

“No need for you to be going out looking anymore.  Me and the boys will take care of you.  We need to come back tonight and move that freezer anyway.  Might come a little earlier so the boys can stay longer.  That okay with you?”

“I believe I can handle that.  It goes without saying that Stan never finds out, right?  I mean you will make sure that Terry and Mark keep it quiet right?”

“No sweat sweetie.  We know how to protect a good thing.”

He finished his coffee and said, “See you tonight” and left.

I spent the day thinking that I’d really stepped in it this time.  Stan’s father and his brothers.  Why had I been so stupid as to bring Ronny home with me?  While part of me cursed myself for the pickle I was in another part of me was anticipating that night and I even turned down Bob when he wanted to set me up with a customer.

That night I met Roger, Terry and Mark at the door naked and told them I would be in the bedroom waiting.  In fifteen minutes they had the old freezer on the back of Mark’s F-150 and were naked in my bedroom.  As they started to line up to do me one after the other as they had done the previous night I told them that I wanted to do something that I had read about and try to do two of them at the same time and then maybe try three at once.  Roger smiled and said:

“Last night wasn’t your first time; not by a long shot.”

Roger fucked me while I sucked Terry and then Terry took my pussy while Mark used my mouth until Terry got off and pulled out and then Roger moved to my mouth while Mark slid into my pussy.  By the time Mark came Roger was hard as a rock.  I told Roger where to find the KY and then told him since he was the head of the family he got to be the first one in my ass.  They each took a turn at fucking my butt while I took turns sucking the ones not buried in my ass.

When my pooper was opened I said, “Okay boys; time to make your slut airtight.”

Mark and Terry didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about, but Roger had apparently been there and done that and I smiled as I watched Terry’s and Mark’s eyes get wide when Roger explained it to them.  The first time it was Mark in my ass, Roger in my pussy and Terry in my mouth and then we took a break.  When we got back to the bed I put the cordless next to the pillow and assumed the position.  Terry filled my pussy, Roger filled my ass and I told Mark I was only going to suck on him for a little bit and then I was going to stop for a while and take care of something.  Five minutes into things I took my mouth off Mark, picked up the cordless, told Roger and Terry to keep fucking me, but be quiet about it and then I called Stan.  When he answered I said:

“Hello baby; miss me?”

“You know I do.”

“Do you really?  Do you wish you were here with me as much as I wish you were here?”

“It’s all I think about at night up here.”

“Today is a bad day for me baby.  I’ve been super horny all day and I had to bring my horny body home to this big empty house.  Do you remember that dildo you bought me as a joke?”

“Yes.”

“Guess what I’m doing with it right now.  Here, listen.”

I put the phone down next to my pussy so it would pick up the sounds of Terry pounding into my cum filled pussy sending the squishy sounds of his cock working in the four deposits that were already there.  I motioned for Mark to take the phone and hold it next to my mouth and then I took his cock in my mouth and made love to it for twenty or so seconds.  I took the phone back and said:

“Hear it baby?  Hear the sound of that fake cock pounding your poor horny pussy?  Take your dick out baby.”  I waited a few seconds and then said, “Have you got it out?”

I got a husky sounding “yes.”

“Pretend your hand is my pussy baby and I’ll pretend that I have your cock in me instead of a fake one.  I’m going to put the phone down near my pussy so I can use both hands and you can listen.  I want you to cum with me baby.  Try and cum with me.”

I handed the phone to Mark and whispered “Make it happen” to Roger and Terry and then pulled Mark back into my mouth.  My in-laws gave me an orgasm three minutes later and I pulled my mouth off Mark and took back the phone.

“Did you cum baby, did you cum?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for several seconds and then I heard:

“You know about Lisa don’t you?  That’s what this is all about right?  You know about Lisa and this is payback.  Who is it?  Who is there with you?”

“Why Stan baby; whatever are you talking about” I said and then I disconnected, dropped the phone and said to the in laws:

“Fuck your slut boys; fuck your slut and make her scream in pleasure” and they did.

Mark and Terry left to go home to their wives and they weren’t even out the door and Roger was pulling me back down on the bed for more.  I don’t know where that old man (63) got his energy and his stamina, but he put a lot of younger men to shame.  For the second night in a row my daddy in law stayed the night.

In the morning over coffee Roger said, “The boys are quite taken with you.  If you would let them they both would be over here every night, but we both know that no good would come of it.  Sooner or later Bev or Mary would figure out what was going on and things would come out that would be best left hidden.”

“What about you daddy?  You taken with your slutty daughter in law?”

He stood up, unzipped and pulled out his cock and said, “Suck it slut.”

I smiled at him and said, “Bring it to me daddy.”

He walked his cock into my mouth and I blew him until he lifted me up onto the kitchen table and fucked me.  It was a good thing the windows were closed or the neighbors would have heard me screaming for him to fuck me harder.

When it was over Roger asked me if I wanted him there that night and I told him no.  I told him that I needed a day or two to step back and look at things and make some decisions.  The fact was that I did want him to be there, but I had already told Bob that I would take care of Arby for him.  I told Roger to talk to the boys and let them know I wouldn’t mind getting together with them every once in a while, but I didn’t want to make a habit of it.

“You are a different story though.  I plan on seeing a lot more of you daddy.  How about we figure on you spending the night tomorrow?”

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Arby had to cancel and Bob told me that his wife was out of town for a couple of days.

“I’ve never had the chance to spend more than a little time with you and since Arby won’t make it how about I fill in for him?”

A night with that fat ten inch cock?  “Count me in” I said.  It was a long night and I loved every minute of it.  I even loved it when Bob pushed that ten inch rod into my pooper.  He took his time and it did hurt a little at first, but when he got it in and got going I was in heaven and if Stan would have walked in on me at the moment Bob shot his load deep in my ass I would have told him I was bringing Bob home to live with us and he needed to get used to the idea.

Bob did me again at lunch time and once more bent over his desk at three in the afternoon and I left work that night one very well fucked lady.  On the drive home and for the first time since Stan left on his extended trip to Alaska I considered taking on a full time lover and didn’t daddy say that I should keep things in the family?

Daddy was there waiting for me when I got home and five minutes after walking into the house he was pushing his cock into me.  As his dick went in I saw his eyebrows go up and I knew that he knew that he wasn’t the first one in me that day.  I looked up at him and smiled as I said:

“I do have to keep my boss happy when he needs comforting.  His wife has been out of town for a week and the poor guy was hurting.”

“How long have you been keeping him happy?”

“How long have I been there, twenty years?”

“You are a fucking slut aren’t you?”

“You don’t seem to mind.”

As I was screaming out, “Fuck me, fuck me harder damn you, fuck your slut” a stray thought of Stan flooded into my mind.  It didn’t keep me from pushing up to meet daddy’s thrusts, but it did sit there and wait for me to acknowledge it.  I did get back to it, but only after daddy had fucked me two more times.  He lay sleeping on the bed next to me and I looked up at the ceiling and thought about my husband.

I had been a bitch and it was just then hitting me that I had totally lost it where Stan and Lisa were concerned.  Where did I get off condemning Stan for doing with Lisa what I had been doing in wholesale lots for most of our marriage?  He was a million miles away, lonely and sex starved and I was here at home and getting laid almost every day.  How could I get so pissed at him that I fucked his father and brothers just out of spite?

So what if he had gotten a little to make his lonely nights a little warmer.  Did it hurt me?  Well, maybe just a little, but that was mostly ego.  I meant what woman wants to know that her man isn’t hers alone?  Wasn’t I supposed to be so hot that he couldn’t even bring himself to think of another woman?  No matter.  I’d really stepped in the shit with my phone call to him. 

Why hadn’t I kept silent and let him have his bed warmer?  It wasn’t hurting anything but my pride.  I knew he loved me and would be coming home to me.  At least I knew it until my stupid phone call.  I’d just have to wait and see how things shook out.

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I was on my back with my legs up on daddy’s shoulders when the phone rang.  I was going to let it go until I realized that it might be Stan and that if it was I’d better take the call.

“Slow down and take it easy while I answer this.”

“Let it go.”

“I can’t; it might be Stan.”

I picked up the cordless handset and said, “Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“Hi.”

“It took you a while to answer the phone.  You alone?”

“Of course” I said as his father slowly worked back and forth in me.

“After the other night I had to ask.”

“The other night was a huge mistake.  I was hurt, I was angry and upset and I stupidly acted on it.”

“I’m sorry.  I never meant for it to happen; it just did. I can’t explain it; it just did.  What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.  I do know what I won’t be doing.”

“What’s that?”

“I won’t be making any more visits.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

“I won’t be moving out if that is what you are asking.  I’ll be here the next time you come home.  All that I ask is that you leave your little sex toy alone for the last five days before you come home.  I don’t want to smell her on you or taste her when you get here.”

“Taste her?”

“Think about it.”

A second or two of silence and then he said, “Oh.”  Another couple of seconds of silence and then:

“You just told me….”

“I know what I just told you.  The nights up there are cold and long and you don’t have any places where you can go to blow off steam and sitting alone in that house trailer had to be driving you nuts.  The genie is out of the bottle Stan and you can’t push her back in.  I will tell you this.  When that fucking job is over she better be history and you had better be coming home to me.  If you dump me for her I will fly up there, hunt you down and kill you both.  Are we clear on that?”

There were several moments of silence and then he said, “I don’t deserve you.”

“No you don’t and your punishment is going to be going through life knowing that and having to be reminded of it every time that I kiss you, wake up next to you and make love with you.  I have to go now.  I’m going to cry.”

I pressed the button to disconnect and then I did just what I said I was going to do.  I cried.  I cried out, “Fuck me daddy; fuck me hard and make me cum” and daddy did just that.  And he did it two more times.

As my father in law lay sleeping next to me I looked up at the ceiling and thought about what I’d said to Stan.  He didn’t deserve me.  No man deserved to be stuck with a whore like me, but I was the way I was and there was no changing me now.

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I was in a good mood when I went into work.  Having my daddy in law there and available when I woke up in the morning meant that I was able to start my day off right and on that particular morning I needed to be in a good mood to do what I was going to have to do.

While I had been staring up at the ceiling I had realized that my relationship with my husband had changed.  It didn’t matter that I had given him offhand approval to keep on fucking Lisa.  My phone call to him would now have him wondering about what I was doing with my evenings and I knew that our established schedule of calling each other was now a thing of the past.  He would think about what I’d said about his spending his nights alone and after my spite phone call he would wonder about how I was handling my nights alone.  I was certain that he would be calling me more often to see if I was home to answer the phone or maybe to see if I was out of breath from bouncing on the bed when I answered.  Maybe he would be straining his ears to see if he could hear anything in the background.

I told Bob, Abby and Patty that I wouldn’t be available in the evenings any more.  They were all sorry to hear it and Bob did ask if I would still be able to do days and I smiled as I said:

“I’m on your clock during the day sweetie.  As long as you don’t mind my falling behind on the work I’m supposed to be doing I will of course do what you want.”

“Good.  How about having lunch with Bert Olson today.”

Abby and Patty said we could still go out and play after Stan’s phone call and I pointed out the difference in time zones and that Stan’s calls would most likely come about the time we normally went to bed when he was home.  Then Abby said:

“We can always do it here so you will be here when he calls” and I had to lie to her and say that no way would I ever fuck another guy in Stan’s house and on Stan’s bed.

“We can still get together every once in a while.  I mean Stan does know that you sometimes work late, right?”

“We will see, but for a time I’m going to be a home body.”

And stay home I did, but of course I wasn’t alone.  Daddy was staying with me pretty much full time and Terry and Mark would come by once or twice a week either alone or together. 

I was right and Stan did call more often and he staggered the calls between early and late and I was always home and I almost always had a hard cock or two in me when I took the call.  I had cautioned Roger, Terry and Mark to be deadly quite when I took the calls and I don’t believe Stan ever knew that anyone was with me.  The result of the calls was that whoever was fucking me when I took the call got a charge out of being in me as I talked to Stan and when I hung up they fucked like mad men.

During the day Bob kept me busy – either bent over his desk (when my mother wasn’t) or taking care of his customers.  I was missing the large groups that I used to do in the evenings and pulling the occasional frat house train, but I was getting enough sex to keep me happy.

To be continued.