The flight home was one of anguish for the innocent, young, blonde wife. She curled her shapely legs under her body and covered herself with a blanket to try and sleep on the way home, but sleep did not come to the young lawyer. Awful memories made sleep impossible. Several times she found herself shaking her head at the thought of her sucking on Jacksonās stiff cock as he removed her blindfold and shot his hot semen into her mouth and throat. The memory of his thick, hot sperm shooting out of him into her mouth in spurts was enough to nauseate the former cheerleader. And she still felt the soreness in her rectum from Jacksonās merciless anal assault. How could she have found herself in that horrendous circumstance, she wondered?
Her suspicions initially centered on Hall. Certainly he was capable of setting her up for Gene Jackson. But the more she considered the idea the less she believed that he would do so. She thought back to how Hall had let George Meyers, the distasteful bureaucrat, fuck her in her office. She recalled the humiliation of being forced to bend over her desk as the paunchy governmental worker drilled her tight pussy from behind. Hall had simply ordered her to submit and she had.
Gene Jackson was a nobody to Hall. Why would Hall let Jackson do this to her? While not completely certain, Julieās logical mind rejected the idea that Hall would be behind this. She came to the conclusion that Hall would not want to share her with someone that she knew he found to be somewhat worthless. Then who would do it to her? And, more importantly, how did this affect her? Was she headed for divorce? Was her legal career ruined? Could she even return to work at her law firm? The idea that Jackson had stumbled on her predicament entirely by accident did not even enter her mind.
Julieās mind drifted to the events of the past weekend. Images flashed through her mind of her lying naked on her back on a whorehouse bed with her muscular, tanned thighs spread for men to pound her well groomed pussy with their rock hard cocks. She cringed when she remembered wrapping her arms and legs around the naked bodies of these men as they used her young, firm body for their pleasure. Why did she often find herself matching the thrusts of their penises with her tight, tanned ass bucking against them? Why did she open her mouth and kiss them back when they kissed her as they fucked her? As she rose to climax, why did she push their heads down to her nipples to suck? Why did she so often cradle the menās heads in her shoulder after they climaxed, running her fingers through their hair as she felt them soften within her?
Julie cringed at the thought that, though these men mounted and possessed her without her consent, somehow she took an inexplicable pride in matching their thrusts and sapping their sexual strength. Taking their sexual seed into her love hole somehow invigorated the woman. This confused the innocent lawyer. What would her sorority sisters say if they knew of her activities? She knew that her husband would divorce her in a minute if he ever found out about her life. Would he even understand that she did this out of a fear of losing everything that she cared for? Was she really such a wanton whore? A wave of shame and humiliation swept through the beautiful, young blonde.
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Julie called into work sick for the first few days of the work week. She had done that so infrequently in the past that no one would challenge the truthfulness of her illness. She spent the days lounging in her comfortable home, trying to sort out her problems. She knew that unless she resigned with no notice that she would have to face Gene Jackson again. Her initial shock about him had turned to anger and then turned to fright. How could she control him? She knew that he could ruin her if he chose, but she also recognized that he was facing certain risks by revealing her secret.
Much of her time off was spent by the backyard pool, tanning, as was her habit, in the nude. Although her sore body healed from the weekendās sexual workout, Julieās mind was fraught with anxiety. She simply didnāt know how to arrange her life so that it would not be destroyed by the two men who now had her under their thumb.
Today was her third day home from work. She had received a call from the personnel manager asking her if everything was alright. She lied and told the woman that she had simply been getting over the flu and that she had been advised to rest at home for a few days. The young blonde padded barefoot into the house from the pool wearing a short, white terrycloth robe over a pair of silk panties, her full breasts left to sway naked beneath the robe. The robe barely covered the flair of her hips and the cool air felt good on her tanned legs. Although it was only noon, she had a can of beer in her hand and had left an empty can of beer out by the pool. Julie was not a drinker, and the alcohol relaxed her, and even less than two beers had made a slight effect on the young, exquisite blonde.
Julie entered the house from the patio door and walked to the refrigerator. Opening the door, she bent and began looking for another beer in one of the lower shelves. The short robe slid up her thighs and back and revealed the nearly sheer silky panties on her bottom. Then she heard a low whistle.
The young woman screamed and wheeled around.
There was Gene Jackson!
āSweetie, you donāt look sick to me,ā he said with a laugh.
Julieās anger rose beyond control. āWhat are you doing in my house?ā
Jackson looked surprised at her fury, but remained seated at the kitchen table. āBaby, you shouldnāt talk to one of your lovers like that!ā
āGet out of my house,ā Julie yelled at him. Her little fists were clenched tightly in anger. āGet out!ā
āNot till I get a few answers from you,ā he replied.
Julie stood before him with her chest heaving. She knew that she must look ridiculous standing there nearly naked in front of one of the partners in her firm, but she was still livid. The robe had become slightly undone when she wheeled around, but the sexy blonde didnāt even realize it.
āWhat do you want to know?ā she asked him. Her irritation was palpable.
āHow many times you climaxed while I fucked you, is one thing Iād like to know,ā he said.
Julieās face reddened. āYouāre an ass, I didnāt climax at all,ā she spat back. āNow, just get out,ā she demanded, āI just want to be left alone.ā
āDamn, Jackson, so you werenāt shittinā me.ā
Julie turned towards the voice which came from the other room. As she turned, a second man who she vaguely recognized stepped into the doorway and walked into the kitchen.
Jackson looked at the man. āHell, I wasnāt lying. She must have cum three times when I fucked her.ā
Julie now knew that she had confessed to something that she should have never mentioned. Her slightly alcohol hazed brain began to swirl and her tanned legs felt rubbery and weak.
Jackson continued. āJulie, you remember Roger. Heās the point man for Phoenix Corporation. A bit of a prick,ā he said with a laugh. āThreatened to fire me as his outside counsel. I had to convince him to keep me on.ā