Donna was a bit of a prude. She had never cared much for sex. She and Frank never had it more than once, maybe twice, a week. She only wore lingerie on his birthday and Valentine's Day. She didn't have any wild stories about sex in weird places or with strange people.
So it surprised even herself that she was actually following through with the bet she lost to her husband.
She honestly thought the capitol of Kentucky was Louisville.
Now she waits for Frank's poker buddies to show up while he goes to fetch a 'special' something.
She waits in a sexy French maid's outfit. Complete with garter and black stockings. She even wears a string thong. Something she would never have worn under any circumstances.
Or so she thought.
The feeling of the string, nestled between her asscheeks, a constant reminder of her humiliation.
It isn't long before the first guy shows up. Bill, an odious fat man that Donna had always found repulsive.
She opens the door and curtsies. Contritely saying, "If it pleases sir, I am here to serve all of sir's needs."
The ugly man grins and unabashedly reaches out to squeeze her left boob. His fingers grasping the bountiful amount of cleavage her costume shows off. Her large tits nearly spilling over the white ruffled top.
"Aww, man. This is great." He says, grabbing her hand and leading her to the couch.
He pulls her onto his lap and digs a meaty hand into her skimpy maid's top. Pulling out her big tits.
Excitedly he says, "Man this is great. I've wanted to fuck your slut ass since we met." Roughly he plays with her tits, squeezing and jiggling them. Pinching and pulling her nipples.
Donna grimaces as she lets him abuse her breasts in ways that she has never allowed her husband.
It's almost a relief when the doorbell rings again.
"Sorry sir. I must answer that." She says hopping up and putting her breasts back in the top.
"Aww man." The fat pig looks crestfallen
At the door she does the same humiliating spiel. This time for a grinning man named Ron.
"Hey. I didn't believe it when Frank said you would go through with it." He grabs her and pushes her face first against the wall.
He lifts up her skirt. "Nice ass." He whispers in her ear. His hand rubbing her bare bottom.
Donna blushes at her he attention, then yelps as his hand swats her sweet derrière.
Ron gives her a good dozen spanks before releasing her. "Go get me a beer whore." He orders her. Causing her to blush again at the insulting name.
Also, surprisingly, causing something deep inside her to flutter with excitement.
She hurried off to the kitchen. When she comes back out with a tray of beers there is the next ring of the doorbell.
It's the last two men for poker night. Dave and Peter. Both happy to see Donna in all her humiliation.
Pete was a big black man. The thought of his dark hands on her white flesh made that thing in her flutter again. Not so deep this time.
She serves the med chips and drinks in the living room while they wait for Her husband.
"Hey slut." Dave calls. "Crawl over here and give me a blowjob."
In the kitchen Donna hesitates. This really is the last chance to stop this. She doesn't actually like this. Does she? This is all wrong. Isn't it?
She gets on her hands and knees and crawls into the living room. The cheer from the guys humiliating her more than anything in her life.
She crawls all the way to Dave's lap, and before she loses her nerve, unzips his pants.
She has only gone down on Frank a handful of times. Usually on special occasions, when she has had too much to drink, and he is especially persuasive. And never for too long.
She finds the act demeaning and distasteful.
