Chapter 1 (The Awakening, breaking the will)
I awoke in a darkened room, cold, naked and feeling fully used. My body hurt and I could feel the wetness of cum dripping from inside me as well as the pungent taste of cum in my mouth and on my face. I could hear a large group of men in the other room laughing and enjoying their fun they had with my body and I cried. Softly I cried and felt the tears mix with the cum on my face. I could not believe what had happened to me over the past six months. My mind drifted as I slid into a restless sleep again, and I saw myself as I was just a few months ago.
I remembered the last day before my life changed forever...........and I could see me as I woke that morning and my husband, Mark, rose to go to work, he was leaving town that day for a two week overseas trip and I could feel already how much I would miss him. Mark was a wonderful husband and our marriage had been very sound and loving for the past 16 years. We had a wonderful home, two great children and his career and mine were both moving along very well. Life was good.
We had a fairly normal sex life, we both enjoyed sex and with the kids now growing a little older we found we could begin to enjoy it more again and did so regularly. I was very much a lady and he a gentleman, but we both were open and willing to experiment and enjoy our bodies as well. He always treated me with respect and I was willing to please him in any way he requested. So again, life was good.
That morning he rose, showered and dressed and then, like I knew he would, he come over to the bed where I lay and pulled me to him, he kissed me deeply and stroked my legs and then thighs as he kissed me and I could feel the desire deep in my abdomen as I felt my body react as I moistened fully. His fingers slide higher and touched my now wet pussy and my legs instinctively spread for him.
He slid a finger inside me and I moaned softly to his touch. He then rose and dropped his suit pants and offered his cock to me and I sucked it hungrily, I loved the taste of his cock and his cum and knew that very soon I would drain him once more before he would be off on his trip.
I could taste his excitement as his pre-cum dribbled onto my tongue. As he stiffened fully, he pulled from my mouth and gently he pulled me to a kneeling position and stood behind me and then he slid deep into me with one stroke. I moaned again with the pure pleasure of being filled by the man that loved me. He pumped me until I came, softly as the kids were still asleep, but I loved how he made me feel. Then after my orgasm, he pulled from me and offered his cock to me again. I opened my mouth and lapped willingly my juices from his cock, I sucked stronger and lapped at the head of his cock until I could feel it stiffen even more and then I drank his wonderful cum as he exploded in my mouth. Drinking down every drop, I slowly licked his cock dry and then let it slip from my mouth and smiled up at him.
He was smiling back and said, "well, now I will smell like you all day, I love knowing that when I travel." He kissed me deeply again and left.
I laid back on the bed and watched him leave. I could still feel his cum inside me from our making love last night and my fingers gently touched my opening as his cum and my juices mingled. I brought my fingers to my mouth to taste him again and again, and licked every drop from my sticky fingers.
I felt naughty doing this, but loved that feeling with him. I drifted off to sleep again and woke when I heard Marion, our 16 year old daughter opening the bedroom door and tell me bye as she left for school. I assumed that our 18 year old son had left earlier as he normally does and all was quiet in the house.
Again, I gently touched myself and felt my body react. It was a wonderful feeling and I enjoyed pleasing myself on mornings like this. I brought myself to a gentle but very enjoyable orgasm once more and then again drifted off.
A little later I woke and began the ritual of getting going for the day. I rose, showered, dressed and then re-dressed as I felt sexy and wanted a little more of that to show today.
I pulled a light weight dress from the closet, dark red that highlighted my red hair. It was a little short and flirty as I stepped into it and smiled. I still looked pretty good for a mom of two and a wife of 20 years.
I had my black bra on and pulled on my black panties and then my two inch heels that set this outfit off to be professional, yet just a touch playful. I finished my hair and stood to inspect myself in the mirror when I noticed something on the wall in the other room. I finished and then walked into the bedroom once more and saw a picture taped to the wall.
It was of Mark as he was fucking me from behind this morning. It startled me a bit till I realized that he must have taken it and then put it here before he left as I dozed off. I smiled at the photo and put it away in my dresser under some clothes and left for work.
The day passed slowly as I thought of Mark so far away, but when the day ended I looked forward to going home and being with the kids, even though the evening would be long and lonely.
I arrived home and went to my bedroom to undress and get comfortable for the evening. As I walked into the bedroom I noticed a picture on the bathroom mirror. I was startled to find it was of Mark as he was filling my mouth with his cum this morning. It shook me, as I wondered, how he did this after he had left.
I finally told myself that he must have told me of his early morning flight only to put me off my guard and then slipped back in after I left for work. I pulled it from the mirror and slipped it into the drawer with the other one and mostly forgot about it. I dressed for the evening, shorts and a top and my favorite pair of sandals and went downstairs to fix dinner.
Dinner was normal and Dave, our son and Marion spoke of school and friends and Dave of his football team and practice. He was new on the team and loved the game and the fellowship of the guys. They both went off to their rooms to do homework and some IM's with their friends as I cleaned up.
I watched a little news and then a TV show I enjoy and then went to get ready for bed, Marion stopped by and we talked a little more and then she went to bed.
I then undressed and slipped into my nightgown. It was somewhat sheer and I loved the silky feel of it as it draped across my body. The feel of the silky material as it slid between my legs as I walked always excited me a little, a feeling I always enjoyed, slightly moist and just to the level of "sensitive" to made me ready for whatever Mark might have in mind.
When I pulled back the covers, I saw another photo and was now shaken once more. This one was of me as I lie masturbating this morning. With my legs spread widely and my fingers dripping with my juices as my tongue lapped to clean my fingers.
This frightened and startled me. I knew that Mark could not have taken this too, or could he? I got into bed still holding the photo and looking at it. I could feel the excitement of the enjoyment I had felt this morning and finally convinced myself once more that Mark must have taken this one as well.
As I looked at it more, I began to touch myself again. I laid my head back on the headboard and with my legs only slightly spread I felt my pleasure rise. I closed my eyes and with the photo in one hand and my fingers dancing with the other hand on my pussy, I began the gently climb to another orgasm. I felt the covers slide from my legs as they spread more and I could feel the cool air of the room as I though of the taste and feel of Mark from this morning. I felt my hips now begin to rise and fall to the touch of my fingers and the moisture now spreading from my pussy.
I took my fingers and licked them over and over to taste them in hopes of maybe being able to taste Mark just once more. Then just as my orgasm began, I thought I heard something. With my legs now spread and exposed and my fingers deep inside my pussy as my orgasm pulled at me to enjoy, I realized that my son, Dave was standing in the doorway to my room.
I gasped and struggled to stop my orgasm as pulled at the sheets trying to cover my naked body.
I tried to clear my throat and could barely speak as I asked him what he needed? I could feel my face flush, I had to be as red as a beet, but still tried to maintain my dignity if that was possible.
He just stood there at the doorway and then after a little while he said, "well yes, I would like you to show me more of what you were just doing."