The party was still going full blast in the living room of our hotel suite. The convention was in the final night, and the current group surrounding the bar featured my husband, Ed, at the epicenter. The hilarity was reaching a new high, being fueled by the drinks poured by the excellent bartender, all a courtesy of my husband, who was rapidly becoming inebriated. Finally, he collapsed into an easy chair, and almost instantly fell asleep.
I pulled and tugged on his arm in an attempt to bring him to bed, but I was unsuccessful. In a slurred
voice he said "I'll be in soon." I stayed longer than I should have, waiting for him to come into our adjoining bedroom. I had two more drinks, still trying to move him, but finally gave up. I was beginning to feel the effects of the drinks I had consumed, so I headed for bed.I was stopped by Joan, the wife of one of the executives, and she persuaded me to stay longer, pressing another drink into my hands. She said "you can't leave yet, the party is just getting rolling." Her husband was seeking the same promotion that my husband wanted, so they were rivals. I didn't care much for her; she was ambitious, and I think she would do anything to advance her husband's career. She kept urging me to drink, but I had more than enough by this time. She said "I just want us to be friends, even though our husbands are after the same job, we don't have to compete." She urged me to join her in another drink, so I had a little more to be sociable, but finally saying "I have to go to bed," and I left, now feeling light-headed from the drinks I had consumed.
I got undressed, leaving on my panties, pulling on my nightgown, and climbed into bed. I tried reading by the bedside light, waiting for Ed, but got too drowsy, putting away the book. There was a knock on the door, and Joan entered saying, "I just want to say good- night." She noticed that I was so tired I could hardly respond, so she said "sleep tight." I turned off the light, hoping that Ed wouldn't wake me up. I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard my husband come in. For once he was thoughtful and didn't turn on the light as he undressed, sliding into bed next to me.
My back was towards him, and I was ready to fall asleep when he began stroking me, reaching over and caressing my breasts through my sheer nightgown. This was a little unusual for him, as he normally went to sleep very quickly when he had been drinking, but I wasn't protesting, enjoying his hands stroking me, feeling a little tinge of arousal. Lately it wasn't that often that he was interested in sex, so this was a welcome change. His hands moved down; and now his fingers were gliding over my abdomen and thighs. When he began sliding my nightgown up and under me, I lifted my hips to accommodate him, beginning to be aroused.
He pulled my gown up further, exposing my breasts, and began stroking my sensitive nipples, which soon became erect. He slid his hand under the elastic band of my panties, moving downwards till he was touching the lips of my vagina, caressing me there, finding my clitoris with his fingers. I sighed as I felt myself moistening, and turned on my back. He continued stroking me till I was moaning, lifting my hips for him once again as he began pulling down my panties, taking them off. He was caressing my thighs, which he gradually pushed open, his fingers again finding my moistened vagina, working on me, sliding a finger inside, then lifting and stroking my clitoris again.
He still hadn't said spoken, and he pushed my legs and thighs fully open. I was moaning as he moved down between my spread legs, bringing his mouth to my wet vagina. This wasn't like Ed; he rarely went down on me- I thought it must be the drinks, but I was definitely enjoying it, as I felt his tongue moving into me, moving around inside me. I was getting more and more aroused, and the drinks I consumed were making me less and less inhibited. I just hoped he was up to the task. Now I was really moaning as the tip of his tongue circled and lifted my erect clitoris. I could feel the swelling of my lips as he continued. I was trembling with my arousal, and I spread my legs fully; his hands under my hips as his tongue continued working his magic on me. I couldn't believe how well he was performing with all the drinks he had consumed.
He moved between my legs, mounting me; I lifted my knees as he pressed his hard cock against the wet lips of my cunt, pressing strongly, stretching me. I gasped as he entered me, groaning as he began working his very hard cock into my vagina. I don't know what got into him-I never felt him this thick and hard before. Gradually, moving back and forth, he penetrated deeper, till finally he completely filled me with his cock. I was moaning as he began stroking into me, long slow strokes, gradually increasing his thrusting. I was really getting into it, and I was moving my hips in time with his thrusts. He was thicker and harder than he had ever been, and when he was pushing against my cervix, I knew I was getting close. He began to stroke into me faster and more powerfully.
God, this wasn't like him, and then I wondered if it was my husband who was fucking me so expertly. That question was answered as a strange voice said "oh Christ, this is great!" I thought, my God-it was a stranger fucking me, and I could no more stop him than I could stop a train. Instead, I just gripped him tighter with my arms, and my legs folded over his, as my body struggled for release. I was groaning loudly, my body responding to him, bouncing to his thrusts. He seemed to swell even more, his cock was throbbing in me. I cried out as I was overcome by a wave of erotic feeling, beginning in my pelvis, and spreading out over my whole body till I was shaking with the most powerful orgasm that I had ever experienced. This man gripped my ass tightly as he pressed fully into me, and I could feel the spasms of his swollen cock as he groaned and ejaculated, filling me with his sperm, causing my climax to go on and on, clutching him between my wide spread legs.
I said nothing as we lay together, finally disengaging, as this stranger pulled his softening cock from me, moving over next to me. He said "you were great! That was the best fuck I've had in a long time!" It was the best that I had in a long time. Then I thought, I let a stranger fuck me, and I didn't know it until it was too late to stop him. If I hadn't had so much to drink I would have known it wasn't my husband. I can't believe I had responded that way to a stranger, my legs spread wide as he fucked me so thoroughly. As he dressed, I lay there in post coital bliss, my legs open, feeling his semen draining from me. He quietly left, and I still hadn't said anything.
Just as I pulled my night gown down I heard the door open, and someone else entered. I thought this must be my husband, but I didn't turn on a light as he undressed. He got into bed, turning towards me, kissing me and stroking me, and I realized that it wasn't my husband; it was another stranger, and he began pulling up my gown and moved between my legs. I thought what's going on? It was another stranger now between my legs, and pushing another very hard cock into my wet and open cunt. He entered me easily, and he was soon filling me, thrusting into me faster and faster. He wasn't as big as the last man, but he moved powerfully in me, soon bringing me to another climax. He continued fucking me till he erupted, adding more semen to the depths of my vagina, to the entrance of my cervix.
I said nothing as we lay together, finally disengaging, as this stranger pulled his softening cock from me, moving over next to me. He said "you were great! That was the best fuck I've had in a long time!" It was the best that I had in a long time. Then I thought, I let a stranger fuck me, and I didn't know it until it was too late to stop him. If I hadn't had so much to drink I would have known it wasn't my husband. I can't believe I had responded that way to a stranger, my legs spread wide as he fucked me so thoroughly. As he dressed, I lay there in post coital bliss, my legs open, feeling his semen draining from me. He quietly left, and I still hadn't said anything.
Just as I pulled my night gown down I heard the door open, and someone else entered. I thought this must be my husband, but I didn't turn on a light as he undressed. He got into bed, turning towards me, kissing me and stroking me, and I realized that it wasn't my husband; it was another stranger, and he began pulling up my gown and moved between my legs. I thought what's going on? It was another stranger now between my legs, and pushing another very hard cock into my wet and open cunt. He entered me easily, and he was soon filling me, thrusting into me faster and faster. He wasn't as big as the last man, but he moved powerfully in me, soon bringing me to another climax. He continued fucking me till he erupted, adding more semen to the depths of my vagina, to the entrance of my cervix.
He too dressed and left, and as I lay there the door opened and another person entered, and he undressed and got into bed with me. I closed my legs as I thought this was enough; I wasn't going to be taken again, but I was weak from the last two, and he easily spread my legs, mounting me, pushing a very hard cock into me. He didn't last long, his cock throbbing in me, but before he came I was again overwhelmed by another intense orgasm which went on and on.
After this man left I thought is anyone else going to come in here and fuck me? My question was answered as the door opened again and another person entered, and he too undressed and got in bed with me. I tried to turn away, pulling my gown down again, but I was even weaker, and he easily rolled me on my back and pulled my gown up, spreading my legs and mounting me. I had no will to resist, and I surrendered and lifted my legs as he pushed into me. He must have had a lot to drink as he fucked me for a long time before he came, triggering another climax in me.
After this man left I thought is anyone else going to come in here and fuck me? My question was answered as the door opened again and another person entered, and he too undressed and got in bed with me. I tried to turn away, pulling my gown down again, but I was even weaker, and he easily rolled me on my back and pulled my gown up, spreading my legs and mounting me. I had no will to resist, and I surrendered and lifted my legs as he pushed into me. He must have had a lot to drink as he fucked me for a long time before he came, triggering another climax in me.
He dressed and left, and I quickly got up and locked the door .There wasn't going to be another stud taking me. I could feel semen draining on my thighs, feeling its stickiness. I couldn't believe I was taken by these strangers, ravished by them, and coming repeatedly, my compliant body responding to them again and again. I was exhausted, my swollen vagina still open and sore, fluids still draining from me. I had never experienced anything like this, fucked again and again; I felt like a whore; I couldn't believe how I responded, having orgasm after orgasm. I pulled my panties on and fell asleep.
I was awakened by knocking at the door; it was my husband, and I got up and let him in. He apologized, saying he must have passed out, and he got undressed and into bed. He didn't have any idea about what happened to me, and I wasn't about to enlighten him.
In the morning I got up and rinsed out my panties and nightgown, then took a long hot shower, while Ed continued to sleep. I relived all that had happened to me; I couldn't understand why they had come into our bedroom as if they belonged there, ravishing me over and over; experiencing sexual release like I never had before, responding like a whore to those men.
It wasn't long before I learned why it happened. The next day Joan asked me to join her and two of her friends for lunch. I didn't want to go, but she persuaded me and we went to a very nice restaurant where Joan had reserved a private table in the rear.
We were seated and ordered our lunch; Joan looked at me and smiled, saying "you look tired; did you have a tough night?"
I reddened; did she know what happened? I said "why do you ask?" You know that I went to bed early."
She said "you must be pretty sore between your legs. I believe you entertained several men in your bedroom last night." I blanched, but said "what are you talking about?"
"We'll skip the charades. We set you up last night. The extra alcohol plus the right male connections, all the makings to provide you with a good time." My mouth was hanging open as she continued. "We selected a very good group of studs who were pleased to service such a beautiful women, and each carried in a voice recorder, so we have a record of all your moans and groans, your cries and screeches, as those men put you over the top. They did a pretty good job on you. That's probably the first time in your life that you were fucked that good.
"You bitch! I'll see that you get paid back for this! How could you do such a rotten thing? You're not going to get away with this!"
"Oh, but I think we are. And if you don't want your husband to hear the evidence of your sexual escapade, then you should convince him not to be a contender for the promotion. And maybe his boss and colleagues would be interested in the tapes. And we also have the written statements from those studs, describing in detail your seduction-how you spread your legs for
them, taking their cocks and letting them fuck you. From what they said you really got into it. I hope they got you pregnant. Now I think you know you have to do, and you better do it soon.
I started sobbing, tears running down my face. I was humiliated, not only by knowing how I was set up, but also because these women all knew how I had been so thoroughly screwed by those studs. The women were laughing as I got up to leave, and I walked out, still hearing them.
There was only one thing to do, and that was to come clean with my husband. When I got back he could see that I had been crying, and when he asked what was wrong. I confessed to everything that had happened. I said "I had too much to drink and when the first one came in I thought it was you, and I spread my legs for him and he put it in me. When I realized it wasn't you I was helpless, and it was too late to stop, and he came in me." I didn't tell him that I came also, but I think he knew it. "I was set up, and the others just came in and did it to me also, and I couldn't stop them."
He asked for more details, and I provided them, including the lunch with the women, what they had said. He was incredulous, his eyes wide with disbelief. Finally he understood the likely consequences, what this meant to his job, his ambitions.
He went job hunting, and finally landed a good job with another company in another city. He submitted his resignation, and we made plans to move to a new home. He had forgiven me, but I couldn't forgive myself, remembering how those men had taken me, used me, and fucked me so thoroughly.
As I thought about it, what they had done to me; how I had responded, I felt myself moistening. I kept reliving the experience, remembering how I felt with those cocks in me, thrusting into me and filling me with their semen. It was so erotic, overwhelmed over and over again by orgasms that spread through my whole body, draining me; I was like a rag doll when they finished with me.
I felt guilty that I had experienced sexual release that I didn't believe possible, and had never happened with my husband. The memory of what they had done to me, how I was taken, and how I had responded, would be with me a long time.
I was awakened by knocking at the door; it was my husband, and I got up and let him in. He apologized, saying he must have passed out, and he got undressed and into bed. He didn't have any idea about what happened to me, and I wasn't about to enlighten him.
In the morning I got up and rinsed out my panties and nightgown, then took a long hot shower, while Ed continued to sleep. I relived all that had happened to me; I couldn't understand why they had come into our bedroom as if they belonged there, ravishing me over and over; experiencing sexual release like I never had before, responding like a whore to those men.
It wasn't long before I learned why it happened. The next day Joan asked me to join her and two of her friends for lunch. I didn't want to go, but she persuaded me and we went to a very nice restaurant where Joan had reserved a private table in the rear.
We were seated and ordered our lunch; Joan looked at me and smiled, saying "you look tired; did you have a tough night?"
I reddened; did she know what happened? I said "why do you ask?" You know that I went to bed early."
She said "you must be pretty sore between your legs. I believe you entertained several men in your bedroom last night." I blanched, but said "what are you talking about?"
"We'll skip the charades. We set you up last night. The extra alcohol plus the right male connections, all the makings to provide you with a good time." My mouth was hanging open as she continued. "We selected a very good group of studs who were pleased to service such a beautiful women, and each carried in a voice recorder, so we have a record of all your moans and groans, your cries and screeches, as those men put you over the top. They did a pretty good job on you. That's probably the first time in your life that you were fucked that good.
"You bitch! I'll see that you get paid back for this! How could you do such a rotten thing? You're not going to get away with this!"
"Oh, but I think we are. And if you don't want your husband to hear the evidence of your sexual escapade, then you should convince him not to be a contender for the promotion. And maybe his boss and colleagues would be interested in the tapes. And we also have the written statements from those studs, describing in detail your seduction-how you spread your legs for
them, taking their cocks and letting them fuck you. From what they said you really got into it. I hope they got you pregnant. Now I think you know you have to do, and you better do it soon.
I started sobbing, tears running down my face. I was humiliated, not only by knowing how I was set up, but also because these women all knew how I had been so thoroughly screwed by those studs. The women were laughing as I got up to leave, and I walked out, still hearing them.
There was only one thing to do, and that was to come clean with my husband. When I got back he could see that I had been crying, and when he asked what was wrong. I confessed to everything that had happened. I said "I had too much to drink and when the first one came in I thought it was you, and I spread my legs for him and he put it in me. When I realized it wasn't you I was helpless, and it was too late to stop, and he came in me." I didn't tell him that I came also, but I think he knew it. "I was set up, and the others just came in and did it to me also, and I couldn't stop them."
He asked for more details, and I provided them, including the lunch with the women, what they had said. He was incredulous, his eyes wide with disbelief. Finally he understood the likely consequences, what this meant to his job, his ambitions.
He went job hunting, and finally landed a good job with another company in another city. He submitted his resignation, and we made plans to move to a new home. He had forgiven me, but I couldn't forgive myself, remembering how those men had taken me, used me, and fucked me so thoroughly.
As I thought about it, what they had done to me; how I had responded, I felt myself moistening. I kept reliving the experience, remembering how I felt with those cocks in me, thrusting into me and filling me with their semen. It was so erotic, overwhelmed over and over again by orgasms that spread through my whole body, draining me; I was like a rag doll when they finished with me.
I felt guilty that I had experienced sexual release that I didn't believe possible, and had never happened with my husband. The memory of what they had done to me, how I was taken, and how I had responded, would be with me a long time.
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