August 30, 2014
I’ve always been a happy, faithful wife but something happened a couple of months back that is tearing my world apart. I can’t tell my friends so thought I’d post it here… I need some feedback to help me work out where my life is going!
I’m the general counsel in a mid-sized manufacturing company; a couple of months back we were having a night out for the office staff so I arranged a “leave pass” with Hubby.
The night turned out a bit of a wash-out: the dinner was over by 9pm and pretty much everyone raced home: there was just me and my 22 year-oldest executive assistant Stacey left.
I hardly ever get out, so didn’t feel like an early night. It wasn’t hard for Stacey to talk me into going to a club she likes.
Some things don’t change, it was just like clubs when I was young and single: low lights, too loud music and lots of predatory young men… quite a few of whom Stacey knew!
We soon ended up sitting in a booth with five guys, like Stacey, in the early 20s. The drinks were strong and going down fast. Stacey kept hopping up to dance; a couple of the guys asked me but I figured they were just being kind to the old lady (I’ve just turned 40) and I certainly didn’t want to make an embarrassment of myself.
It was pretty crowded around the U-shaped booth - but there was no mistaking the hand on my thigh! I started to push it away but then, slightly amused (and slightly drunk) thought I’d see what would happen if I ignored it.
It didn’t take long to find out: the hand moved rapidly north! I had my knees together so he couldn’t reach his objective but his fingers were stroking my thighs and the front of my panties insistently. Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was the flashback to my youth but, embarrassingly, I realised I was getting turned on! I knew I was blushing and started gulping down my drink.
A few minutes later, when Stacey left the table again to dance, the guy with his hand up my skirt looked over to the guy on my other side and gave a small nod. The second guy put his hand around the back of my neck, turned my face to his and kissed me passionately, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I was completely caught off guard (not to mention shocked) but a surge of excitement ran down my body and I felt my pussy pulse and I knew I was getting wet. Before I could recover from the shock the two guys wrenched my knees apart and those questing fingers shot inside my panties and started probing my soaking wet pussy.
As soon as the first kiss broke the other guy had a turn deep kissing me. They’d let go of my thighs but I made no attempt to close my legs. Soon a second hand was groping my pussy. I was so wet several fingers were pushed up inside of me with no difficulty, while others were rubbing and pinching my clit.
I could barely believe it: two guys were kissing and fondling me in a public place and, far from fighting them off, I was getting off on it. My embarrassment only got worse when I felt the first twinges of my climax starting to build. The kissers swapped over again; and I was thrusting my pussy onto their fingers underneath the table when I heard one of them say to the other “The dirty slut loves it!”.
I don’t know why but hearing myself called a dirty slut (and knowing that, right then, it was absolutely true) pushed me over the edge. My pussy gushed and pulsed in a huge orgasm and I thought I was going to pass out.
I was still flushed and recovering when Stacey returned to the table. She gave me a funny look and asked if I was ok. The realisation of what had happened rushed over me; through my embarrassment I mumbled that, no, I thought I’d had too much to drink and had better go home. Stacey offered to see me home but I didn’t want to spoil her night so I made my way on shaky legs to the door.
When I got outside and the fresh air hit me I suddenly felt really woozy; looking back, I wonder if my drinks had been spiked. I was struggling to stand upright and praying for a cab when a guy caught me by the arm and asked me if I was ok. I realised he was the quiet guy who’d been sitting on the far side of the booth. I said yes, I just needed a cab. After we waited ten minutes with no cabs in sight he said he’d give me a lift home. I warily agreed.
We walked across the car park to his car and, as he was unlocking the door, I heard voiced yelling. It was the three other guys (not counting Stacey’s beau) from the club. “Hey Max, what’s the idea, were you planning to sneak off without us?” yelled one. Max looked a bit embarrassed but, before he could respond, the other guys raced over. One of them jumped in the front passenger seat while the other two - I realised, too late, the pair who’d molested me in the club - bundled me into the middle of the back seat. I had a weird, almost out-of-body feeling. I knew what was going to happen now: and on a rational/moral level I really didn’t want it to; but, at the same time, the hot slutty feelings came back too. I think I just resigned myself, or abandoned myself, to the midlife return of my teenage desires.
The car had hardly left the car park before the two of them were mauling me, my legs were dragged wide apart, my skirt up to my waist, eager fingers unbuttoning my blouse and lifting my boobs out of my bra. I quickly fell back into a haze of sexual excitement. Long wet kisses; fingers pushed roughly into my sex; nipples pinched, licked, bitten; my hands forcibly wrapped around rock-hard cocks. “Lets get her back to our place Max,” one of the guys said. I no longer cared. I knew I was going to get gang fucked; it seemed like I had no will to resist.
Between kisses I caught a glimpse of myself, half naked, in the rear view mirror surrounded by hungry young men. I wasn’t sure if I was more ashamed or excited. I didn’t have too much time to think about it, a hand on the back of my head pushed my face down onto a throbbing cock. The drunken slut I’d become swallowed it down greedily!
Soon we were back at their house (though not before I’d swallowed my first load of cum for the night). The guys didn’t even let me re-dress before they dragged me out of the car and across the front lawn. The next few hours were a blur: three of them took turns fucking me on the couch; bent over the coffee table (with cocks taking turns in my mouth at the same time); and as a final humiliation, my first arse-fucking (after someone pronounced my pussy “too stretched and sloppy”). They each managed to fuck me and come in me three times; watching their buddies do me seemed to fire each of them up all over again. But the worst of all was the string of orgasms I had while it was happening. At one stage, it was almost continuous. I have a vague, humiliating memory of begging for more cock after each guy finished. I even pulled out of his jeans, and tried to suck erect (unsuccessfully) the one guy who didn’t take part, Max.
When the guys had all had enough, Max actually helped me dress and drove me home. I guess he was shy in front of his buddies: when we stopped out the front of my house, he asked if I’d please try sucking him off again. It seemed a little thing after the past few hours so I obliged - right in front of my own house! It only took a few strokes and he filled my mouth with an enormous load of cum. I kissed him on the cheek and ran inside.
I went straight to the bathroom, threw my panties in the laundry basket and brushed my teeth thoroughly (though I could still taste cum!) and slipped into bed without waking my husband. The only thought on my mind was that tomorrow, this would be a half-forgotten bad dream.
It didn’t work out that way. An hour later I was still awake, my mind whirling. What was worse was I could feel cum leaking out of my abused pussy and no-longer-virgin asshole. And, the more I felt it, the more horny thoughts and memories were racing through my mind.
Pretty soon I was stroking my clit and pinching my nipples. Then I was pushing my fingers into my sodden pussy. Then licking the wads of cum off my fingers. I needed more! I started rubbing my hubby’s cock (yes, my fingers coated with other men’s juices). When he started to rouse I rolled on top of him, pushing his cock into my sloppy pussy - and kissing him with my cum-coated mouth. The depravity and betrayal of the whole scenario was more than I could take, despite all the preceding action I burst into one long rolling multiple orgasm and collapsed asleep.
In the weeks since I’ve been constantly horny, I can’t stop thinking about my night of filth. My husband is happy so far - all he knows is he’s getting more sex than he’s had in years.
But I don’t think it can last: my mind is swimming with slutty gangbang humiliating scenarios - and, the way I feel right now, it’s only a matter of time until I give in and do it again. I’ve even started searching out and watching these sort of porn scenarios. My pussy is sore and swollen from constant self-abuse.
Worst of all, I’m completely turned on by my husband’s ignorance… a good wife and mother at home and a complete slut behind his back. I’m masturbating daily to the idea of tricking him into eating out my pussy when it’s full to overflowing with other men’s cum.
So I really need help and advice. Is it possible to put this incident in the past? I’m not sure I like the idea of ending up the town slut.
And, if so, how? Or should I continue down the path that has (so late and unexpectedly) opened before me?
I’d especially like to hear from ladies who have experienced something similar - and how their lives turned out afterwards.
Be quick - Stacey is keen for us to go out partying again soon!
PS please keep the abuse to a minimum… I know what I’ve done/am contemplating is wrong. It just feels like it’s taken over all my thoughts and desires. I really don’t know how to stop it.
Submitted by: Wendy, Australia