As I rode my third stud client of the week, this one with a massive uncut cock, I suddenly had a brain fart and thought for a few seconds about how I had gotten to this point. When he ejaculated a full load into my anxious pussy my mind returned to the present, and while coming down from my orgasm decided that I would write a book, or a movie script. I mean my story was certainly strange enough to be interesting, and just weirdly real enough to put doubt in the reader's or viewer's mind if it could be true.
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My childhood and teenage years, when I was Bethany Merrill, were pretty typical for a middle class girl in the Midwestern part of the United States. I excelled at sports because I was tall, strong, and coordinated, but didn't excel as much in the classroom where I was boringly average. I matured early and was embarrassed by my big boobs as an young teen, which caused me to always dress conservatively unless in a team sport that required uniforms. I might even have gotten a scholarship in volleyball (my best sport) to a decent university except that my big boobs were a disadvantage in higher level competition, and without stellar grades I didn't garner much interest. I was never a prom - or any other type of - queen since although all of the males that I came into contact with considered my body to be a ten, but my face was as ordinary as my grades - a five.
There were a number of decent jobs available in the metro area that I lived in for a High School graduate, especially for those with the friendly and upbeat demeanor that I prided myself on. Within weeks of my graduation from High School I started work as a customer service representative for a large company. The two week training course for that job was much more up my alley than science, math, and history had been, and I took to it like a bear to honey. I was so proficient that I advanced to a supervisory position by the time that I was twenty years old, and was in charge of scheduling hundreds of customer service representatives and helping them with sticky problems. While I enjoyed my job, since I was a little girl I had wanted kids, a monogamous relationship with my husband, and the classic house with a picket fence, so I hoped that my foray into the business world would be short-lived.
Something happened when I was twenty and playing in a co-ed recreational volleyball league; initially it was bad and painful, it but ended up working out well. I got hit in the face with the fist of a spastic guy on my team who was trying to spike the ball. My nose was broken and there were other injuries to my face. My health insurance covered a plastic surgeon and I took the opportunity to pick out a new nose and cheekbones. The doctor was the best in the area and once I took the bandages off after four weeks my face was no longer a five - it was between an eight and a nine! And it only cost me the insurance deductible ($250).
Not long after my face healed one of the company vice presidents, Jason Semenov, had a meeting with me and some of the other supervisors from different branches of the company. Jason is a big guy, at least four inches taller than my five feet eleven inches, and although he was trying hard to be subtle it was obvious to me that he was checking me - and my big boobs and long legs - out. After the meeting he asked me to stay to talk about some other issues - which turned out to be bogus, although he made an attempt to make them seem authentic.
Over the next two weeks I saw Jason at work several times, and he was always friendly. When one day we walked out of our headquarters building at the same time (I'm sure it was staged by him) he asked me to dinner.
I was very attracted to Jason; he was smart, ambitious, and good looking. I never imagined while growing up that I'd have a whirlwind courtship, but that's what it was with Jason. By the third date we were fucking - and it was by far the best sex of my life. He was the first guy ever to eat me to orgasm, the first guy to successfully fuck my tits, and the first guy I was with who could actually handle my 140 pound body in sexual positions ranging from The Face-Off, to The Chairman, to The Wheelbarrow.
When I say whirlwind, I mean it. We were living together within two months of our first date, we were married within four months, and I got pregnant three months after that. I had my first child at twenty one, and twins at twenty four. I was living my dream as a stay-at-home Mom, involved in all of my kids activities, doing some volunteer work, and making sure that Jason was well taken care of. Bethany Semenov was one happy camper. The only fly in the ointment was that Jason would be gone some weekends without any really good explanation, but that was just a minor bump in the road.
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Shortly after Jason and I got married he decided to go into business on his own; well actually with eight friends of his. They all were essentially equal partners (actually stockholders in an LLC) and Jason told me that the main focus of their business was money management for wealthy clients. I hadn't realized that Jason was expert in that area, although it was somewhat related to his job at the big corporation we both had worked for, and that I quit when we got married.
All of Jason's friends who he started his business with were married, and I got to know all of the wives really well, especially since we all moved to the same upper middle class four bedroom houses community. Even though we nine wives were very different physically we all seemed to be nice people and our personalities seemed to mesh. All of us had community college degrees except for me, Bethany, - High School only - and Mandy - a four year college graduate.
When I said that the wives were physically quite different it probably was an understatement.
Carol is a big buxom brunette. While Carol is definitely overweight, she had a very pretty face and a manner about her that rivals that of Ashley Graham, so many guys would find her attractive. Her DDs on a five foot six 191 pound woman don't look as big as my DDs on my five eleven 143 pound frame, but in actuality they are slightly bigger
Susan is a small (five one) quiet brunette - that is she's quiet until you got a little alcohol into her, when she turned into an in-control wild woman (if there is such a thing; maybe I should use other descriptors that are more accurate, but I can't think of any). While she has tits about the size of fried eggs she has a very shapely butt and sculptured thighs which most men find very attractive.
Mandy is a free spirit who dresses very provocatively, and is "out-there" in almost every way. She worked her way through college first with relatively menial jobs, and then her junior and senior years made a lot of money as a stripper. She gave up stripping the week before her graduation but is less shy about displaying her body than the rest of us, probably because she follows the maxim "if you have it, flaunt it."
Sri (no resemblance to the Apple AI named Siri) is the most beautiful Indian woman I have ever seen live; she could star in Bollywood. She was actually born in India but moved to the US when she was six and has no accent - unless she wants to in which case she sounds exactly like a native from India speaking English. She's about five feet five inches tall, 115 pounds, with B-cup boobs and a flat stomach.
Julie has curly red hair and steel blue eyes; she sometimes doesn't look real when her hair is frizzy and she has a determined look on her face. Red hair and blue eyes (except for some minor mutations) is the least common hair-eye combination in the world. Her body is roughly average but given the rarity and intensity of her look I don't know many men that don't find her alluring.
Liz and Babs are almost classic Barbie-dolls, with their blonde hair and slim yet curvy bodies. Unfortunately they fall into the "ditzy" category as far as their attention to detail is concerned, but are loveable and do have underlying intelligence. Although they look close enough to be sisters, and often act like it, they are not related.
Denise is a statuesque black woman with dark skin and a sleek body. Her facial features would not be attractive on a white woman, but on a black woman they are striking. Like me she was a volleyball player and at five feet ten inches is only an inch shorter than I am with such muscular legs and arms that she outweighs me by about four or five pounds.
All nine of us are within two years of age of each other, and we all had between three kids - me, Carol, and Denise - and one kid - Sri - by the time that I was twenty nine. Liz and Carol had grown up poor, Sri wealthy (until her father lost his business when she was eighteen), and the rest of us middle class. Only Mandy and Carol worked part time - from home - while the rest of us were stay-at-home moms although we all did some volunteer work. Our kids that were school age all went to the same elementary school, and those that played on soccer teams - like my oldest - were on the same two teams (depending upon whether they were girls or boys). In view of my organizational skills I was tasked with handling scheduling for the entire twelve and under soccer program in our community, making me popular with all soccer moms, dads, and coaches.
We nine women had almost dream lives. We helped each other out with babysitting, carpooling, or anything else that came up; at least seven of us - and usually all nine - met at one house or another at lunch or tea time once during the week, and we always did things together in groups, or all together, every weekend. Our husbands seemed to really love us, only Sri, Mandy and Julie ever complained at all about their sex life, and we all had as many material things as we needed or wanted. The only general complaint that we had was that our husbands and two of their single male staffers went on a retreat Friday noon until Sunday early afternoon once a month where wives and kids were never invited. The nine wives got together for dinner, movies, and fun with the kids both the Friday and Saturday nights that they were gone, switching from house-to-house every time.
The year that I turned twenty nine is significant because that is when our upper middle class lives were destroyed almost overnight. All nine of our husbands, and the two single employees who went with them on the once-a-month retreats, were arrested on the same Saturday morning when they were on one of their retreats.
The nine of us wives, and all of our kids, were at my house about 6:00 p. m. that Saturday when our cellphones started ringing. The calls weren't from our husbands, but from their lawyers; while some shared a lawyer, most had their own. We were all advised that our husbands were arrested by the FBI for - we didn't find out all charges at that time, but within two weeks we were apprised of all of them - enterprise corruption, money laundering, fraud, and most serious and disturbing of all, human trafficking.
