Christy looked in the mirror as she slipped her bra over her firm, 34-B breasts. Her large, thick nipples were still hard as the thin red material covered them. The beautiful 30-year-old redhead could not believe that she had gone through with cheating on her husband.
Mark was a good man, and a great provider. Together they had two children. But Christy had been feeling bored and neglected ever since her thirtieth birthday four months ago. She had been married to Mark for nine years and he was only the second man than she had ever slept with. But Kevin had been her first. He was the one she had dated in high school and had chosen to give her virginity to. Kevin Rogers was the man she had intended to marry when he went off to college. But during that time he had drifted away and began dating another woman.
Christy got over him eventually. But the weekend before her wedding she ran into Kevin and decided to have one last fling, even though he was married at the time. She had kept the one-night stand a secret from everyone, even though she discovered soon after her wedding that she was pregnant. Christy wondered, but never really wanted to truly know, if Kevin was the father of her son instead of Mark.
After marrying, Christy continued with her education and now worked as the Director of Children's Ministries at her church. It was a good job that she enjoyed doing. Thinking about her religious beliefs made her feel guilty about what she had just done. She quickly pulled her tee-shirt over her head, turning away from the mirror to avoid the look on her face.
Christy had not intended to cheat on Mark. She was back in her home town taking care of some things for her mother when she ran into Kevin at the store. Things began innocent at first. With him teasing her about how much she resembled the red-headed actress in the Wendy's fast food commercials; something that Christy heard far too often. Then she learned that he had recently divorced and was living back in his parent's home, which he had inherited after his father's recent death. He asked Christy if she wanted to go out for a drink. She knew that she should have said no, but she had agreed. After all, Mark was back home with the kids and as long as she didn't let her mother, or the neighbors know then what risk was there. So she told her mother that she was going to visit an old friend and met Kevin at the bar that happened to be next door to this dingy motel that she was in. They had a few drinks and talked about old times. One thing led to another and then the combination of Christy being 30, somewhat disenchanted with married life, and the memories of Mark being her first true love enabled her to drop her guard and agree to come next door and get a room.
Christy could still taste Mark's cum in her mouth. She thought it interesting that while she would still suck her husband's cock, she rarely let him cum in her mouth anymore. Yet she had willingly done so for Kevin. At least she had the since to require him to wear a condom when he fucked her; after he had gone down on her until she was crying out in orgasm. Christy continued to think about that as she pulled her red lace panties up her sexy legs until they concealed her neatly trimmed red bush.
She shook her head and grabbed her skirt, sliding it up over her legs and zipping it in place. She had to go and put the actions of the night behind her. She was relieved that Kevin had told her that he had to go home and get ready for work in the morning. He had offered to take her there first, but there were just too many people in the neighborhood who knew her and she couldn't risk being seen entering or leaving his house. At least here there was little risk of being seen by anyone.
Christy slipped her feet into her shoes and went outside. She got into her car and decided to drive around to the office and turn in the door card. She blushed at the thought of the Middle Eastern woman at the desk knowing that she had only used the room for sex. Thank god that Kevin had rented the room so that her name wasn't associated with it.
Christy cursed when she started the gar and saw the yellow glow of the fuel warning light. The needle barely moved. Christy doubted that she had enough fuel for the twenty mile drive back to her house. "Why did I insist on coming all the way out here? We probably could have gone someplace in town and not been seen." She mumbled. She tried to remember where the nearest gas station was and was afraid that she wouldn't have enough fuel to get there. Then she remembered the gas can in the trunk. She was supposed to get gas to use for her mother's lawn mower.
Christy got out of the car and went around the back. She unlocked the trunk and removed the empty gallon can. She smiled when she saw a piece of a garden hose in the trunk. Christy remembered the times as a teenager when she and Kevin siphoned gas from cars so he would have enough for them to go out. Seeing the cars in the parking lot of the bar next door she thought that since she had already sinned by cheating on her husband tonight, why not steal enough gas to get her back to town.
Christy found a white van with a regular gas cover in the back of the parking lot. "Perfect." She said as she opened the lid and removed the gas cap before sliding the hose into the tank. It took a bit, but she eventually got the gas flowing and had almost filled the can when she heard a voice from behind saying, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
Christy jumped and turned around to find three men in their twenties standing behind her. Two were slender, somewhat attractive men with blondish hair, while the third was a heavyset man with unkempt brown hair and tattoos on his arms. The latter stepped forward and pushed Christy up against the van and said, "Who are you, bitch, and what gives you the right to steal my gas?"
"I'm sorry," Christy stammered, pointing to her car as she continued, "I'm staying over there and my car is almost out of gas. I just need enough to get back to town and I don't have any money on me."
"So you're stealing my gas," the man said to her. "I should call the cops on you."
Christy's stomach clenched at the thought of him calling the police. If she was arrested for stealing she would risk losing her job at the church. But worse than that, if her husband found out that she was at the motel and suspected that she had cheated on him then he would surly divorce her. She couldn't let that happen.
"Please, don't call the police. I'll make it up to you."
"How are you going to do that?" He asked.
One of the blonde men said, "Since she likes sucking on hoses maybe she can pay for the gas by sucking on our hoses."
The tattooed man grinned. "Not a bad idea, Ron. What do you think, Ryan?"
The second man said, "Sounds good to me, Jeremy."
It took Christy a moment to realize what they were suggesting. "Oh my god, you don't expect me to blow you for this gas, do you?"
Jeremy smiled at her, "Blow me and my cousins, Ron and Ryan. You do that and you can keep the gas and we won't call the cops."
Christy had no intention of sucking this man's dick, let alone all three of them, for a gallon of gas. "Fuck you."
"Very well, let's just call the cops then." Jeremy said, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Christy pleaded for him to stop. "No, please don't. I'll lose my job if I get arrested. And I can't let anyone know that I was at this motel. Please, is there anything else I can do?"
Ryan stepped closer, "It sounds like she was here fucking someone that she doesn't want her husband to know about."
Christy blushed and turned away from their accusing stares, confirming their suspicions. She didn't see Jeremy grab her purse and open it up. When she looked back he had her phone in his hand. "Maybe we can just call your husband and tell him what's going on."
"No, please don't!" Christy insisted.
Jeremy rubbed his crotch. "All it will take is for you to suck us off and we'll all be on our way."
Christy could not believe that she had gotten herself into this situation. She had experienced two dicks in her mouth in her entire lifetime, now where was being asked to do the same for three strange men. But she was desperate to keep anyone from finding out about her affair with Kevin. Feeling sickened by the thought of what she was agreeing to do she said, "Fine. If that's what it takes to keep you from calling the police. But I don't want any of you cumming in my mouth."
"As long as we cum." Jeremy said. "How about we go over to your motel room where no one will see us."
Christy agreed to the idea and led them to her room. She opened the door and they all entered the dingy room. Jeremy immediately began taking off his pants. "Strip for us, babe."
Christy shook her head, "I'd rather keep my clothes on and just get this over with."
"Whatever." Jeremy accepted as he dropped his boxer shorts to the floor. Christy looked at his thick, hard, six-inch cock as he sat on the side of the bed. "Get on your knees and suck me off."
Christy grimaced as she knelt before this brute. Being forced to suck a strange man's cock was bad enough, but being watched by two men who were waiting their turn made it more humiliating. She slowly leaned forward, opening her mouth as she did so, and took Jeremy's cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and worked her mouth back and forth along his shaft, trying to picture doing the same to Kevin only a short while before. She felt Jeremy's hands grasp both sides of her head and begin to guide her more quickly. She could feel him thrusting his hips forwards as she sucked him. It disgusted Christy to know that she was bringing this man such pleasure only to keep from having her affair discovered and wondered if this was karma paying her back for being unfaithful.
"Oh god, yes." Jeremy moaned.
Christy realized that he was about to cum and tried to pull away, only to realize that his hands were holding her head in place. She tried to object, but his cock filling her mouth made anything she said unintelligible. Jeremy's strong hands forced her head back and forth as he fucked her face. He cried out again just as she felt the first wad of his cum spurting into her mouth.
"Swallow it!" He demanded as his seed shot into her mouth. Christy had no choice but to comply as the man's orgasm continued filling her mouth with his warm, salty fluid.
When his cock was sufficiently drained, Jeremy finally released his hands from Christy's head. The beautiful redhead immediately pulled her mouth away from his still hard cock. "You agreed not to cum in my mouth."
"I lied." Jeremy said with a grin.
Christy turned to look at Ryan and Ron. Both were naked. Ron was naked and stroking what she estimated to be nearly nine inches of dick. Ryan's cock was only about an inch or so longer than Jeremy's. But what shocked Christy more than Ron's large cock was the camera phone in Ryan's hand. "You're not taking pictures of me doing this are you?" She asked in alarm.
