Nora Jane took a long drag from her cigarette. She hated everything about that afternoon. She hated the taste of the cigarette, the insipid remarks of her mother-in-law's friends, and the itch of her hose. Not to mention her engorged clit, throbbing like a fiery brand between her legs. She'd tried as best she could to clean herself up, but couldn't quite shake the sense that cum was oozing out of her pussy. Now some leathery-faced dowager was talking at the side of her head.
She set about smoothing her hair behind her shoulders. God, what an experience that had been. A surprise fuck fest unlike anything she'd ever experienced in her life. Sitting at this tea party, barely in control of the emotions battling within her, Nora Jane felt almost as if she were another person. The bad feelings that swelled within her: anger, frustration, and humilation, brought her to a fevered state as they clashed with the surprise, exhiliration, and arousal that the gangbang had caused. Nora Jane was an intelligent, well-bred, and elegant young woman, but she'd been nothing short of a filthy slut that afternoon.
Good God, it's like she was dreaming! What was she going to do? Let this slide? Tell her husband, Carl? Go back home and blow those lowlife's brains out?!
A platter of cakes passed her and she plucked one, stuffing it whole in her mouth. A few of the older ladies gazed at her with haughty surprise. Nora Jane flashed them a crumbly smile and rose from the table.
Something had to be done, she knew. But what? If it hadn't been so good, she would have reported them, maybe told Carl to have them killed, maybe relished sending them to hell herself. But it was good. That was the problem, she thought, flicking ashes absentmindedly. She'd been outraged and pissed, sure, but it had started to feel good. Really good. When was the last time a real man fucked her brains out, huh? She sure as hell couldn't remember. And three at once?
She strode along a flower-lined path, chewing on her thumb nail and thinking. That guy, the leader, he'd treated her appallingly. Humiliated her, used her, called her unthinkable names. And she'd liked it. What did that mean?
And why was she still alive? Was taking her a completely compulsive act and they had no plan? What if they killed her when she went home? They could kill her and get rid of her body. What if that was their plan? Or were they simply so sure of their sexual prowess that they believed she enjoyed it too much to report them? She had enjoyed it. Immensely, even.
Pleasure like that was long-gone dream since her marriage to Carl. He pumped inside her feebly for two minutes, apologized for his cum, and then scurried into the bathroom for a shower. Any pleasure Nora Jane took from him was merely accidental. On top of that, he never spent any time with her.
A new flush of anger rose within her. Her god damned husband was a prissy, weak, pathetic little prick. And this afternoon, well, that was all his fault. It had to be his fault. He knowingly left her by herself with three young guys and didn't even care. Never checked on her. Why, she'd been humiliated and degraded because of him!
Nora Jane stamped her foot with irritation. This was too much to be borne! Not only had she been raped, as good as it may have been, but in her own home! The home in which she and her husband lived together. The home he left her in, by herself, every morning to go play golf with his ridiculous friends.
As much as she tried to stifle the feeling, it hurt that Carl cared so little for her. She'd offered him her youth, her body, and her companionship in exchange for empty promises. He'd made good on the promise of luxury, but that was all. Where was the affection and love? The children he'd talked about? The respect?
And now she'd been taken against her will by a couple of uneducated workers. As much as she prided herself on being strong, Nora Jane felt let down. Carl was her husband, yet this horrible thing happened to her. He didn't protect her, he wasn't even aware she'd been raped.
Nora Jane wanted revenge.
*****
"You're one crazy housewife, you know that?"
God, it was electrifying just standing in the same room with them. Nora Jane faced the three of them courageously, one hand on her hip, an expression of determination across her face.
"Crazy? You mean crazy like fucking my husband's wife in her own house? Ganging up on her and fucking her like a ragdoll?"
An amused sneer turned up the Leader's lips. He jammed his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "You come around looking the way you do, it's not easy to control ourselves. Although I can't say you'd know any better, what with that cocksucking husband of yours..."
His eyes raked up and down her body, "What are you back here for, anyway? You ready for another round, baby?"
Trent chuckled deeply, rubbing his hand down his crotch, "I don't think she got enough the first time."
"I want you to fuck me, yes... but not until my husband gets home. Which should be soon."
Nora Jane could tell this surprised them. The Leader stared at her for a moment before smirking, "You pulling our leg or what?"
She shook her head. "I want revenge. What happened to me today, it made me realize just how fucked up our relationship really is... I don't blame any of you. In fact, I look at this whole thing as a blessing. If you can believe it, I needed a wakeup call.'
"My husband doesn't even care enough about me to protect me from a couple of trashy workers. No offense meant, of course," she looked at all three of them quickly, "but I come from a nice family. And getting fucked by the rabble, well.... that's simply ludicrous. But my husband doesn't even know this has happened!"
The Leader shook his head in disbelief. "Look, honey, I think you better get to the beauty parlor or something. We just needed some pussy and you were it."
"Look, I'm not asking. I'm telling you. You have the opportunity to stick it to the man here! I know my husband's trying to give you guys a raw deal for this work. I know he's acted like a pompous jerk. I also know you hate his guts. Well, I hate him too."
"That goes without saying, but---"
"If you're worried about getting into more trouble, don't. He won't go to the police, I promise you that. And besides," she smiled impishly, moistening her lips with her tongue, "I'm dying for another taste of you guys."
The Leader looked at his buddies, each nodding his consent. Nora Jane laughed and smiled, clasping her hands together.
"Ok, boys. Let's give him a real show, huh?"
*****
Carl Lancaster pushed his key into the lock and opened the front door. The main hall was shadowed in the waning daylight, but it looked as if the workers were making a fraction of progress. They'd better hurry the hell up, he thought to himself. I'm not paying them to sit on their asses and eyeball my wife.
He yawned. The day had been hot and sunny, plus his arm ached and ruined his golf swing. All in all, he'd not performed well and was tired. On top of that, his stomach rumbled with hunger. Unfortunately, he could detect no smells of food cooking.
"Leave it to Nora Jane to be completely self-absorbed. Would it kill her to whip something up for me?"
He grumbled to himself as he mounted the stairs and headed for the bedroom. God, he needed to take a leak. Maybe he would call in a pizza after that. Why was the house so dark? Did her little tea party run over or what?
"Nora Jane, sweetie, how was the tea part-" he was conked in the back of the head and fell to darkness, but not before he felt strong arms manuevering him inside the bedroom.
*****
"Wake up."
It was Nora Jane's voice. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the confusion and trying to get the room into focus. Was Nora Jane standing in front of him in lingerie? There were other shapes moving around near her.
"Wake up, Carl. Wake up, you sonofabitch!"
He stared up at his wife and immediately jerked, but was unable to move from a chair. His hands were tied tightly behind him. She stood before him in her black bra and panties, her hands on her tapering waist, one angular hip jutted out. A smile curved her lips.
"Nora Ja--, what-what is this? Why am I tied down? Who the hell are they?" He motioned with his head towards the three men standing behind her. Recognition dawned on him and he cursed, "You motherfuckers. I knew you looked like trouble. What the fuck is going on here?"
"These men, darling, are the first good dose of cock I've had in years... The first taste of real men I've enjoyed since before I fell into this lousy marriage. But you know what? They forced themselves on me this afternoon, under your own roof, while you were off at the golf course."
"I don't understand... What?!"
She leaned forward and stared at him with angry intensity, her chin quivering. "I was fucked in both holes, Carl. Fucked like a filthy slut. And where were you? In fact, why wasn't it you fucking me today? Why did it take a couple of rednecks to show me what I've been missing all this time?!"
