With Andy away on a long term assignment and the kids out of the house I had plenty of time to consider what had happened to me. My reaction was to add a few extra exercises to my morning workout and to take a long hard look at my wardrobe.
I liked feeling young again and to get the attention of a good looking college freshman at my age was making me realize that with my 50th birthday only a few short months away that maybe I could fight father time, at least for a while.
I also found that my once or twice a month morning masturbation was not satisfying my need for an occasional release. In fact it was getting me more turned on by the day.
Just thinking about John and what he might do with my body on Friday kept my panties wet most of the week. Knowing that I would surrender myself to this young stud kept my nipples so hard that I had to buy new bra's with a bit more cushion to keep my nipples from showing thru.
By Thursday I was so worked up that I spent most of the day wearing nothing below my waist so that I could finger my aching pussy and play with my clit as I got the housework done.
Finally it was Friday afternoon. I was alive sexually for the first time in many years as I tried to hurry the clock along. I realized that I had not spent a single thought all week on my husband other than his daily phone call.
I made myself an early dinner but was only able to pick at it as my thoughts of John had my stomach in knots. By seven I had showered and had done my makeup and tied my long dark hair in a ponytail. I dressed in the tight skirt that reached less than half way to my knees that I had bought that week. Under it I wore thong panties that actually covered my pussy while doing nothing to hide the folds of my pussy lips. My matching halter exposed so much cleavage that I had to think twice before heading out the door wearing it. I wore 3 inch heels and a big smile as I headed off to find out what John had in store for me.
I had not spoken to John all week as I think he knew that I would need no encouragement to make the hour drive to his bed. I parked and headed up the three flights of stairs to his room. When I got to the third floor I noticed immediately that there were small groups gathering in many of the rooms and unlike last week when it had been rather quiet, the music was already getting loud.
As I got to John's room the door was open so I just walked in. Instead of finding John getting ready or half dressed like last week, I found John sitting on a recliner wearing jeans and an old t-shirt. The two beds were pushed against one wall and there was a big TV against the opposite wall.
Instead of being alone, there were 5 other guys and two girls in the room with us. A short blond guy turned to John and said your entertainment is here.
Frozen like a deer in headlights I started to panic. How could John have told all these young people about me? How could I be getting introduced as entertainment? I had this strong feeling that I should turn and run. Instead I stepped forward and stood in front of John who was still seated in his recliner and I asked what was going on.
John said his friends had come over to watch the game which would be over within the hour and then we can talk. He yelled over his shoulder hey Tom, can you grab a beer for Mrs. Johnson.
All of a sudden I felt very old. As Tom handed me a beer, I tried to correct the situation as I shook Tom's hand and said Hi, my name is Jean.
Tom smiled and said I thought John was kidding but you really are hot Jean. Why don't we blow this joint and get to know each other.
I just smiled meekly and said thank you for the compliment but I think I'll stay here with John.
Suit yourself Tom said as he found a space on the bed to sit.
John smiled up at me and said I saved you a seat, pointing to his lap. I put my beer on this tiny table next to his recliner and started to sit on John's knee. John put his arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I tried my best to keep my knees together but I think two of the guys sitting on the floor got a good view up my skirt as I was pulled into position. I have no idea why seeing up my skirt would matter when my tits were almost entirely on display even fully dressed.
Before I could check out the two guys any further, John whispered in my ear --thanks for coming. I turned to smile at him as he pulled my chin to his and started kissing me. I was so hot and so ready but there was no way I was going to do anything with all these college kids watching.
John reached for my tits and I said please don't. He said I had nothing to worry about as he started putting his fingers into my exposed cleavage. Again I begged him to stop but he told me that he didn't think I was ready to perform for his friends yet.
To get my point across, I pulled back from his kiss and said stop, please. I don't want to perform for all your friends. He reached up, took hold of the top of my halter and yanked it part way down, exposing more of my tits to his friends. It was at that moment that I noticed one of the two girls I had seen when I first walked in. She was sitting on the bed with her back against the wall. She had one guy on each side of her and they were fondling her young chest thru her thin blouse as they tried to remove her blouse in spite of her protests.
With my arms covering my tits, I abruptly asked him what they were doing to the blonde on the bed.
John said, oh that. Well it seems that last night Randy the big red head in the corner with the camera caught Becky, the blonde putting out for Tom.
I asked what do you mean she was putting out.
John responded almost annoyed saying Jean, she was fucking Tom.
When I asked what that has to do with us John said the guys in this dorm have an understanding not to mess around with each other's girls, without permission. Randy told Becky that if she was going to be his girl, she had to fuck each of the guys in this room tonight.
I gasped in horror as John went on to say that she had to do all these guys while her best friend Sarah watched. When Becky is done and Randy hasn't told her this part yet, she will have to get Sarah to take Randy to bed.
I tried not to sound so old fashioned when I asked so what if one of the girls won't play.
Tom, who had been sitting close enough to hear our conversation said well then Randy sends his video to Becky's mom.
I had the feeling that John didn't want me to know that part.
All of a sudden it hit me and I asked John what he meant by his comment that he didn't think I was ready to perform yet?
John said he couldn't answer that but that I would be the first to know when I was ready to perform.
With the game on TV now in the background, I watched along with every guy in the room as Becky was pushed on her back and had her clothes removed while she was held down.
I ashamedly couldn't remove my eyes from her firm young body as she screamed in protest while each guy in turn dropped their boxers and fucked her young cunt. None of the guys used her mouth and all of them deposited their load in her unprotected pussy before they pulled out. I found myself getting so turned on that I forgot that I was in a room of college kids less than half my age. My body was aching to get a release. I had just watched as 4 healthy young men exposed their hard cocks and basically raped Becky Though I had to admit that by the third cock she was starting to encourage the guys as her young body shook in one orgasm after another in response to what they were doing to her.
I was brought to my senses when the fifth guy finished with Becky's firm little co-ed body and the guys all started chanting John, John, John.