I was busy pounding away on my computer keyboard when the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it and found Debbie standing there.
"I know you weren't expecting me, but Harry got a call and had to leave. Can I come in?"
I told her that of course she could and I stepped aside and then closed the door behind her. "What's going on?" I asked.
"You know the barn that Harry helped his dad put a new roof on? Well, Harry's dad went back up on it to put up a weather vane or lightening rod or something and he fell off. He broke a leg and Harry has to go down there for a few days to take care of the animals until his mom can hire someone. I thought I'd take advantage of the situation and come over here and tell you the last story of my cheating on Harry."
And then she chuckled and said, "Well almost the last, there's still you. Got time to listen to me talk?"
I had her sit on the couch and went out into the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine and then went back into the living room. She took a sip of the wine and then said:
"I really was a whore for the last one."
"How so?"
"I let myself be gangbanged by five guys."
"Tell me about it."
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"After my time with Ralph, Todd and Dave I promised myself that I was going to be good from then on. Do you have any idea of how hard it is to be good? Especially when you are constantly reminded of how good it was being bad? That's the position that I found myself in. Every day Ralph and Todd would come in for breakfast and every time I saw them my pussy would get wet as I remembered what we had done.
It was a week before Ralph asked me when we could get together again and that was my opportunity to tell him sorry, that I'd loved it, but it was a one time thing that I'd never do again. But I didn't say that. I just said that I didn't know. From then on once or twice a week Ralph would ask me if I was ready yet and I would always answer no and then say something like, "I can't this week because" and then I'd give some lame excuse instead of just saying that I was never going to do it again.
The more he asked the more I remembered how much I had loved it and a couple of times the memory turned me on so much that I had to go to the bathroom and get myself off. That went on for almost two months, months during which all I thought about was how good it felt to have three men using me, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
And then one day Ralph was in the restaurant by himself and as I was refilling his coffee cup he said:
"You ready yet sweetie? You want to, it is written all over your face every time I come in here."
He was right, I did want to and I was more than ready, but I was all set to give some excuse when he said:
"Dave and Todd won't be there, but I can have a few others there to show you a good time."
I don't know why I said it, to this day I really don't know, but I said:
"How many is a few?"
Ralph smiled at me and said, "A few is as many as you want it to be. Do you have a favorite number?"
I did. My lucky number has always been five and without even realizing what I was doing I said, "Five. My favorite number is five."
"Consider it done sweetie. Tony's at three, right?"
I nodded a yes and went back to work. Ten minutes later I was calling myself all kinds of stupid. I couldn't believe that I had agreed to do it. Well I wasn't! No way was I going to do it. No way I was going to stop at Tony's after work, but for he rest of the morning all I thought about was the number five. By noon I was so hot that I had to go into the bathroom and finger myself off. Five cocks. Five hard cocks, one for each hole and two left over - one for each hand. Just the thought had me climbing walls and Harry was gone to his folk's place for three or four days.
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At quitting time I got in my car and pointed it in the other direction from Tony's. I actually got almost five miles before I hung a U-turn. Ralph was sitting in a booth waiting for me when I walked into the bar.
"You want a drink or three first, or do you want to get right to it?"
I hesitated for a second or two - my last chance to run - and then I said, "Let's get to it before I chicken out."