Somewhere outside myself I could hear Larry whispering my ear. “Take my cock in that fucking ass pussy bitch. Take what you know you need. Take my cock. You know you need my cock in you real bad. You need a real man fucking you. You need it. You will never be happy with that wimpy hubby of yours fucking you ever again. Every time your hubby fucks you, you will yearn for me or my buddies to fuck you hard. You will need domination. You are now a fucking slut for hard bodied, big cocked men to dominate you.
It seemed all too soon I heard Larry groaning loudly in my ear. “I’m cumming in your fucking hot ass bitch. Take my cum in that cum drenched asshole of yours.” Suddenly he was pulling his big cock out of my ass. He moved until he was standing in front of me and began dressing. “That was one good fuck slut. I intend on tapping all three of your holes again real soon bitch.”
I fell to the floor once more and rolled over on my back with my legs spread open looking at my cum dripping pussy. My pussy still was itching. What the fuck was the matter with me? All these years married to Paul and I had been satisfied with him pushing into me cumming, rolling off me and going to sleep now after not one but four men fucking both my mouth, pussy and ass and I wanted more. I needed more cock. Larry had finished dressing and looked down at me. Fucking slut look at you. Pull yourself together for your next fuck. I’ll be sending him right up. Larry left the washroom closing the door behind him.
I lay on the washroom rug in the middle of the washroom beginning to gain a small sense of sanity. Damn I had just been fucked by four teenage boys that had dominated me and in my own washroom of my home. Downstairs my loving husband of thirteen years was downstairs with our guests. I wondered if he missed me. I wondered why he hadn’t come upstairs looking for me. After all I had only spilled some pop on my dress and should have washed, changed and been downstairs long before now. What would he think of me slutting myself our daughter’s boyfriend and his friends. I looked down again at my cum filled pussy and instead of feeling ashamed of myself I couldn’t help massaging my clit with one hand and pushing my fingers into my pussy with my other hand.
Damn.” I heard myself moaning. “I need one of those studs downstairs to get up here and fuck me.” I tried to think how many hot muscular teen boys had come to the party. Oh yes there were twenty people at the party counting me and Paul. Half men and half women. So that made ten of each. Paul wouldn’t count so that was nine hot teen men in all to fuck me and already four hot muscular, powerful, stud dominating boys had fucked me. That left five more to fuck me. I then heard the bathroom door open and in walked another hot looking stud. This boy was a good five eight. Dark red hair. He pulled off his shirt over his head after undoing a couple of buttons at his neck. His white broad chest came into view. Fuck he looked so hot with his chest covered with blondish, red hair. “I was told you needed to get fucked Mrs. Johnson. Do you. Do you need to get fucked?”
“Yes. Yes I do. Who are you. Who ever you are I need to get fucked. I crawled over to the hot red head and with out asking the hot man another word I undid the top button of his dark brown dress pants and pulled down his zipper.
“Yes bitch. You want Dan’s dick don’t you slut. That’s who I am. Dan and don’t you forget it.” Dan fucked me until I moaned for more and more much like Vincent, Chuck, Steve and Larry had. He left me after dressing still I was wanting more and more to come upstairs. After I don’t know how long Allan, Bruce, Elvin, Hank and finally not to out done Mark fucked all three orifices; my mouth, pussy and ass. Now I lay on the bathroom floor panting now believing what a fucking slut I had become in such a short period of time. But it wasn’t a short period of time and why hadn’t Paul come upstairs at least once to check up on me? Was he actually the one behind all this and had I fallen into some kind of diabolical trap of his? I tried to get to my feet but slipped. Cum was all over my pussy and dripping down my legs. How could I ever go downstairs like this. I went to the shower just as the door opened again.
Who could this be? I was positive nine boys had come up and fucked me. But without thinking I fell to the floor and crawled to the middle of the room ready for who ever walked in the door. Maybe I had lost count and another hot stud needed servicing. The door opened and to my surprise Vincent walked in. What did he want? Did he want to fuck me again? I could feel my pussy itching. Yes, Oh yes maybe he would want to fuck me again.
“Get up you fucking piece of shit and get showered. I’m taking you downstairs. I want you looking the proper lady when I take you downstairs. I told your husband you hadn’t felt well that’s why you had gone to lay down. He wanted to come up and check on you a few times but I told him you just wanted to rest. Now clean your fucking self up.” Vincent said.
I got in the shower turning on the water. I knew I had to hurry, wash and get downstairs. I tried my best to clean as much cum from my ass and pussy. Then I washed all the sweat from me before stepping out of the shower. I put on my new clean panties, bra and dark blue dress before slipping on my loafers and walking to the top of the steps with Vincent leading the way. Could I pull this off? Could I go downstairs pretending I had felt ill and had been laying down for the entire time I had been upstairs. I could only hope I could handle this. The worse was that just looking at Vincent in front of me leading me down the stairs I could feel my pussy itching and my ass hole seeming to groan for another fucking. But I had to do this. I had to act naturally. Not only for Paul and my relationship but also for my sweet innocent Sandra who trusted her boyfriend Vincent.
Every thing went much better than I could have imagined and soon the party ended. I felt like following all the hot young dominant muscular men out hoping they would want to take me some place to fuck me all over again.
After Paul had helped me clean up and Sandra had gone to bed. Paul and I went up to get ready for bed. Paul went to the washroom first to get ready for bed by brushing his teeth and washing. I was afraid what he would find. I was positive he would come back in the bedroom and tell me he found cum or something on the rug or floor. Thank goodness he came into the bedroom as usual in his pj’s ready for bed. I got ready for bed and climbed in beside him. He seemed frisky for a change. He helped me off with my nighty and pulled his pj’s down. He was soon on top of me. He awoke something in me and I wanted to yell for him to fuck me hard but I kept silent as he pushed his five inches into me as usual and came and pulled out pulling his pj’s up. Then before I had my nighty pulled on again he was on his side sound asleep. Meanwhile I lay awake for hours remembering the hard fuckings I had enjoyed earlier. I couldn’t survive on the kind of sex Paul had to offer me any more. What was I going to do? I’d have to think about it.