Author's notes: This is a work of fiction, inspired by a scene where a husband and wife (Who's the Cheer squad coach) blackmail a cheerleader with sex, though in this story, there is little to no coercion. The main category is Group Sex but contains instances of Exhibitionist and Voyeur, Interracial Love, Lesbian Sex, incest/Taboo, and Gay Male categories.
All participants are over the age of 18.
Also, I apologize for the delay!
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In Chapter 5...
Jack McGuire fails to threaten Kevin and he takes a trip down memory lane, remembering his times as the football team's bottom bitch. Through a series of actions, he's enlightened to his reality and embraces his homosexuality...
And now, the conclusion.
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Victoria was alone. It had been a month since her husband had left her. True to his word, his divorce papers were delivered the next morning after her failed attempts to get him to come home as well as her attempts to get gangbanged by the Bull's Corral, a male escort company specializing in well-endowed Black men. Upon hearing that Jack had booked them for the foreseeable future, and using the money in their shared bank account, Victoria tried in vain to find a way to get back at him, but each time she tried, she quickly learned that there was nothing she could do.
She tried getting her lawyers to fight the divorce papers, but that resulted in her internet being cut off for a week. She tried rallying her fellow mothers, but not only did she get no support, but she went without heat for another week, after her internet was restored. She even tried to file a kidnapping of her husband and daughter to the police, but not only did they ignore her and remind her that filing a false report was illegal, but she had to go without bathing for a third week after her heat came back on, due to her water getting shut off.
Her being allowed to continue living in the house that Jack paid for was conditional upon her not challenging his threats. While she was without water a week ago, she'd managed to use the showers at the gym, but since her membership was the only thing that was actually hers, it was the only consolation in an otherwise shitty situation.
The last three weeks were enlightening for her to say the least. No internet, no heat, and no water, all culminated in her concluding that everything that went wrong in her life was the fault of one person: Herself. Not Clarice, like she believed, and bellowed dozens of times, until her throat was sore.
Victoria was to blame. She couldn't win because she never devoted enough time or energy to her team and therefore never inspired them like Clarice had done. She never truly loved Jack or trusted him, and when she realized he was gay, never encouraged him to come to terms with that fact, and instead chose to drive a stake through their marriage by openly sleeping with other people. That decision was what ruined their marriage, not anything to do with the Reynolds.
She also tried to instill a sense of authority in Michelle, by making her into a miniature version of herself, but all it did was drive Michelle into the arms of her worst enemy, where she felt more love and support than Victoria ever had. Now, a month after that fateful phone call with Jack, had she finally come to terms with herself, and made a decision, one that she hoped would set things right.
She silently packed up her belongings and put them in her car, turned off all lights and power switches in her lavish house, along with the water, closed and locked the doors, got in her car, and drove off, leaving the house empty and alone, waiting for a family that may never return...
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When Victoria got to her destination, she saw there were over a dozen cars in the driveway as well as the street. It was midday on a weekend, so they were probably having a party. She had to park a long way away and had to walk up to the house. When she was within visual range, she got a good look at the location. The front windows had their curtains drawn, and she could faintly hear music inside. When she got to the front door, she rang the bell, but no one answered.
Victoria tried again, then again, and on the fourth attempt, someone finally answered the door. It opened, revealing a lovely young woman with brown hair and C-cup breasts, a shaven pussy, and a lightly muscled stomach. Her hair was long and wavy, as well as a little dishevelled. A dildo was in her free hand.
The girl gave Victoria a blank stare, "Who are you?" she asked.
Victoria blinked, "Um...is Clarice Reynolds here?" she asked.
The girl sighed and turned her head, "Coach Reynolds, some old hag is here!" she called out.
A moment later, Clarice walked up wearing a black see-through dressing gown, along with a pair of crotchless panties. Her hair was also dishevelled, and her lipstick was smeared. She gave Victoria a wary look before she dismissed the girl, who shook her hips as she strutted away.
"Hello, Victoria, what can I do for you?" Clarice asked in a casual tone.
Victoria blinked and looked at Clarice, making sure not to stare at her large D-cup breasts, "I've come to see you. Can we talk?" She said.
"Talk?" Clarice repeated, "About what?"
Victoria sighed, "Us. You, me. Jack, Michelle, everything." She said, "I've had time to think and I've reached a few conclusions. I want to clear the air and settle our differences. May I come in?"
Clarice stared at her for a long time before she stepped aside and gestured for Victoria to enter. As Victoria crossed the threshold, she caught a whiff of marijuana in the air, as well as alcohol and sex. She followed Clarice into the living room, where a gangbang was taking place. Victoria saw a dozen black men fucking three people, two of which were on the floor and a third on the couch.
All of the participating men had the distinguishing tattoo of being from Bull's Corral, somewhere on their body, ranging from their necks to their asses, and a few on the crotch near their erect cocks. She was eyeing Xavier, one of her favourites when she realized who among the cluster of men was being fucked in the gangbang; Michelle.
She was in the center of the whole thing, straddling the largest of the men, Ganymede, and bouncing on his magnificent fifteen-inch monster cock. Ganymede, meanwhile, was slapping his hand down on her ass and his mouth was latched on to her breasts, sucking hard, making her scream in pleasure. Victoria tried to take a step forward, either to stop the gangbang or join in when Clarice grabbed her arm and held her back.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked calmly, "This isn't our destination, and you said you came to talk! Come along."
With that, Clarice turned away from the gangbang and continued. Victoria stayed for a moment, admiring all the handsome black men giving their charges the pleasure she'd always enjoyed at their masterful hands, mouths, and cocks, before she reluctantly turned and followed Clarice as she walked away.
Clarice led Victoria upstairs to the master bedroom. When she entered, she noticed the king-sized bed in the center of the room, where Clarice told her to sit while she got dressed. Victoria did as instructed and Clarice stripped off her robe and underwear before she took out a simple sundress and started to dress herself.
When she was fully clothed, Clarice brought over a small chair and sat down, facing Victoria, "Why are you here?" She asked.
Victoria sighed and explained her reasons for coming to the Reynolds household. She mentioned all of the highlights she'd established in her months-long lament, mentioned every one of her failings as a wife, a teammate, and a parent before she came to her conclusion that everything was brought on by her jealousy of Clarice and Kevin and everything in between.
"The thing I've realized, especially from what I saw just now, was that you command respect and power over other people simply because you're more attuned to your sexuality than I ever was." Victoria finished, "When I was young, I questioned everything. You never have. You've known for years who were and what you were capable of. I always questioned myself. Was I gay, was I bi, was I into BDSM or was I simply using that to mask my insecurities?"
"And what conclusions have you come to?" asked Clarice.
