I want to apologize to all the nice people who emailed me and encouraged me to keep writing. I'm sorry it took so long to continue my story. I have been soooo busy and still can't write at home. Luckily, I had time to finish this next chapter while I was proctoring a bio final. Hope the kids don't smell how aroused I am now! Love, Jes
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As I came down from one of the most powerful orgasm of my life, I realized the situation I was in. I had just been fucked by a roomful of horny frat guys, all of whom played baseball with my husband, Mark. Meanwhile my husband was standing behind me with his cock in me "doggy style" as all the frat brothers cheered him on yelling "way to go coach" and other male braggadocio. He had just fucked a faceless whore, oblivious that it was his wife!
Glen removed his cock from my mouth, held it up to his belly button and presented his balls to my mouth to clean, even as my husband's cock was deflating in my now sore pussy. I licked the few remnants of Glen's cum that I didn't swallow like a good slut. Then he turned around, spread his ass cheeks and backed into me. I knew what he wanted and began rimming his hairy asshole, even though my husband was still planted in me! I had never done anything like that before! It made me feel like such a slut!
As quickly and quietly as Glen had entered the butler's pantry, he departed. I began to panic. Suddenly, for the first time since this sex orgy began, I realized that I was strapped to the damn table and could not move. I wanted to yell out but my fucking husband was still standing behind me with his cock in me. By now it was deflated and I felt the cold cum leaking down my legs as he finally withdrew from me. I watched the laptop screen as the frat brothers patted Mark on the back while he pulled up his trousers and fastened his belt.
Glen's voice wafted over the speaker in my cubicle:
"OK now, that's it for tonight. Let's give this little slut a rest for now."
I watched the screen as Paul and another boy pulled the velour curtain off my sweaty back and covered my ass, pussy and legs. The screen now showed only a doorway with a velour curtain. No Jessie slut. It's funny, for a second I was annoyed, like I wanted the room to start applauding and calling my name!
It was then that I realized that Glen had pulled it off! No one in the room (except Glen's three friends) knew it was me! Not even my husband who had just fucked me! I heard the door open and my heart leaped into my throat. For a second, I imagined Glen ushering Mark into the room to show him who he had just fucked! I started struggling in my restraints. I was relieved to see that it was only Glen and Paul.
"Let's hurry and get her out of here! Mark wants to leave and she has got to be home before he gets there."
Glen began disassembling the wires and recording gear from the laptop and Paul was under the table loosening the straps that held me down. I began scrambling, but Glen held me down with one hand on my back.
"Easy girl, let us pull out the table first."
Paul and Glen both grabbed the end of the table. Their jean covered crotches were at my eye level. Shit! Even after being fucked about 30 times I was still horny and gazing at their packages. What had I become? I was a mess. My ass and legs were covered in sticky cum. My pussy felt swollen, red and sore and my clit was rubbed raw from the stiff towel covering the table, which was now wet with the cum of an entire frat house.
They slowly pulled the table out of the doorway with me on it. Once it cleared, they helped me up. My legs and arms were stiff from being held down for such a long time. I could barely stand up. Even though the little room was hot and smelled like a used condom, my legs and pussy felt cool from being so wet. Paul gingerly picked up the dirty towel up off the table by the dry end and handed it to me.
"Clean yourself up. We gotta go!"
I gave him a dirty look and started wiping off my ass, legs and pussy. I saw that my stockings were saturated from the lacy tops to almost my knees. They were full of runs. I looked and smelled like a two-bit whore
I started to pull down my stockings but Glen stopped me.
"We don't have time for that" he said. "Here, wrap yourself in this and let's go."
He handed me the scratchy, olive drab-blanket that was on the table under the towel and draped it over my shoulders. Paul grabbed one arm and Glen grabbed the other and they both proceeded to hurriedly escort me out of the pantry, through the kitchen and into Glen's car which was parked right off the back door. The two guys literally stuffed me into the back seat then jumped into the front and sped off.
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To say that I was in a stupor would be an understatement. As Glen's car sped toward my house I rummaged through my bag that was thrown next to me on the seat and pulled out my sweatsuit. I was like a drunk trying to put it on. I still had on the transparent bra and garter belt. I didn't have the energy or the room to take off my spunky stockings. I just pulled on the pants and top and slumped back into the seat.
Glen announced that we had reached my house. Both boys checked out the street and driveway for Mark's car. Luckily, he hadn't arrived yet – we had beaten him home. The frat brothers must have been successful in offering him one more beer.
Glen parked his car at the curb. Both boys turned and looked back at me as if to say – 'What are you waiting for a good night kiss?' I just stared at them, grabbed my bag and dragged myself out of the car. I hurried to the front door without even looking back as I heard Glen's car roar away.
As I opened the front door to our marital home, what had just happened hit me like a ton of bricks. I had behaved like a cock-hungry whore. I couldn't believe it! Me! Conservative little Jessie the model high-school teacher. The girl that "saved" herself for her husband! A fucking two bit, cock-loving, gang-bang whore!
I stripped out of my clothes as I hurriedly walked into our bedroom and ran for the shower. I knew Mark would soon be home. As the soothing warm water ran over my body, my mind began to wander. What should I do? What would I say when he comes to bed?
Then it began to hit me. That fucking prick! He had no qualms about fucking a dirty whore bareback and then snuggling up into bed with his wife. That fucking whoremonger! I began to feel resentful and bitchy. All of a sudden, my slutty behavior didn't seem so important. I wanted revenge. I was seething.
"I'll show him, that cheating prick!" I said out loud, as I rinsed off the soap.
