2 comments/ 87399 views/ 27 favorites U of A Homecoming Post Party By: sharedhousewife My girlfriend, Julissa, wanted to attend the homecoming game for U of A in Tucson last year, being she is a Tucson native and graduate. Her husband, an ASU graduate like Scott and I, didn't want go, so she asked me to accompany her for the weekend. Scott was all for it and winked at me to have fun and not drain the poor lads too much. I scoffed at him, saying Julissa was too conservative for that kind of play, but I would do my best. Scott replied that a gorgeous brunette like Julissa with big tits and a sultry Hispanic look would bowl the guys over. After the game, we went to a local lounge to drink and dance and meet some young dance partners, so I tried to prompt Julissa for a little more. "We're in our mid-thirties!" I scoffed in exasperation. "This is the time when we're supposed to be having the most fun!" Julissa laughed as she turned and looked out across the lounge. "And by having fun you mean what? We're both married!" she began, as I cast her a disappointing glance. "Getting drunk and making out with random guys without our husbands present?" "Well, yes! Although I like to do a lot more than just...'make out'." I smiled in anticipation as I knew my last comment would draw a strong response from Julissa and her comparatively conservative sense of morality. "Well, well," she began as she turned to acknowledge my previous comment. "It seems you and Scott's open-marriage has turned you into quite the little nympho." I just shrugged as my wandering mind processed my friend's statement. "I think I've always been a nympho," I stated cheerfully. "Marriage and my husband just gave me the opportunity...to try things!" "And just what things have you been trying?" Julissa asked, her interest in the topic slowly increasing. "Threesomes and swapping," I answered in a soft voice, barely audible over the sound of the music. I began to say something, and then bit my tongue in hesitation. A moment of awkward silence followed before I spoke again. "You know, you don't have to be in a relationship to have sex with someone!" Julissa frowned and tilted her head to the side as she turned back from the bar. "I am not going to go and sleep with some guy I just met," she stated vehemently. "I'm not going to cheat on my husband!" "Why not?" I pleaded. "I think it would be good for you. Girls weekend to play. What happens in Tucson stays in Tucson?" "I'm not a slut!" "Having sex doesn't make you a slut," I said, shaking my head in frustration. "Don't you ever get...you know...urges?" "Of course I get urges. Everybody gets urges. But we can't just go around acting on every little urge." "But we can when we're on vacation!" I shot back with a playful smile. "That's what weekends like these are for. We're going to a place where nobody knows us. We can be as wild as we want. Scott knows what I'm doing and allows me to play with others!" Heather narrowed her eyes suspiciously as I beamed back with a glowing smile. "Yeah, too bad you have a strict husband though," I said simply, holding back my smile as Julissa's quickly melted away. "Yeah. Too bad!" "Is that why you're pushing me so hard to join you this weekend and have sex with someone? You're trying to live vicariously through me because you know you can't?" "Okaaaaayyyy," Julissa stated firmly. "First of all...I'm pushing you to have sex because I think you're wound a little too tight lately and I have heard about your lifestyle and you could really benefit from a nice, hard fuck!" My eyes widened in surprise and cringed. "I can have sex anytime I want! Husband or not, Scott has been watching and allowing me to fuck other men for 18 years." Julissa and I shared a brief, tense stare-down before both breaking into laughter. "So you do want to be a slut!" Julissa rolled her eyes as her small hands fidgeted with the slender stem of her cocktail glass. "Yeah...," I answered softly after a brief moment of silence. "Maybe I do!" Her eyes widened in surprise as she awaited further clarification. "Soooo," Julissa pressed cautiously, narrowing her eyes. "What...do you like?" "Hmm," I hummed, my eyes looking upwards as if searching for an answer. "I like a guy that takes control. A guy that's not afraid to treat me...well, like a slut and fuck my brains out." Her gaze transfixed, Julissa brought her glass up to her gaping mouth and took another drink before responding. "So...it turns you on when a guy...disrespects the sanctity of your marriage?" "No, no, no," I explained. "I don't think of it as disrespectful." "How is it not?" Julissa chimed in, cutting me off. "Okay, let me give you an example. On Halloween, I went to a party at work and ended up meeting a really cute guy. We hit it off and ended up going back to his place." Julissa smiled and leaned in as my voice grew quieter. "So we started to...well, you know. And then he just took control. I had never been more turned on in my life! He bent me over and did me from behind, pulling my hair and calling all kinds of dirty names. It was so hot!" Julissa bit her lip as she listened intently, entranced by the story. "He did things to me that I never thought I would like, but I loved it all. Then as soon as it was over he reverted back into the nice, funny guy that he was before. I went home and told my husband and we had the best sex in a long time he was so excited." "So you don't mind being used as long as the guy is nice to you afterwards?" Julissa asked sceptically. "I wasn't used," I explained. "Trust me. The enjoyment was mutual." "Wow," Julissa exclaimed, sitting back in her chair, shaking her head in amazement. "So what are some these 'things' that you liked so much?" "Uh uh," I said, waving my finger back and forth. "I think I've told enough stories for now. You're turn." "Oh, I think you'd be disappointed," Julissa scoffed. "My sex life hasn't exactly been on fire." "Okay then," I offered with a sly smile, locking her fingers and leaning forward. "Tell me your dirtiest, nastiest sexual fantasy." "No way!" Julissa answered adamantly as she took another drink. "Oh, come on! I know you have some naughty thoughts buried in that pretty little head of yours." "Maybe I do...But I'm sure as hell not telling you." I pursed my lips into a pouty expression as I crossed my arms in feigned disappointment. Julissa tried to ignore my scornful gaze as she took another drink. "Come on!" I groaned in frustration. "Tell me! Two guys at once? Three?" "Ugh. No way," she answered with conviction. "I would never do that." "Fantasy, Julissa. It doesn't have to be something you would actually do." "Okay, fine," she gasped, finally relenting to my barrage of questions. "When I fantasize...I sometimes think about...doing it in public." I smiled to portray my satisfaction, while keeping my real thoughts to myself. With the relative tameness of Julissa's answer, I decided not to press the issue by disclosing any more information about my own dirty fantasies. Truthfully, my thoughts as of late had been growing more and more depraved. I had been secretly hoping that my friend would share some of her kinky fantasies, but that was obviously not the case. While we continued conversing, the patio grew noisy as the Friday night crowd began filtering in for the usual nightclub pre-drinking. In particular, a group of college age guys at a nearby table caught my eye as I slowly slipped my margarita. Noticing my preoccupation, Julissa glanced over at the group before looking back with a smile. "Something interests you?" she asked wryly, as I smiled back. "Maybe...," "The blonde guy is kind of hot!" Julissa suggested, pushing a few strands of long black hair back behind her ear. "Yeah, he's okay," I agreed half-heartedly as I turned to study the group more closely. The blonde guy was lounging back comfortably, a Heineken dangling from his fingers. He was wearing a tight fitting red golf shirt that was stretched taut in the sleeves around his tanned muscular arms. "Just okay?" Julissa asked with surprise. "Come on." "He's a little too preppy for me. He looks like he should be in a boy band or something." "Ahhhh, I see. Let me guess. Not enough edge?" "You got it," I said with a giggle, draining the last of my margarita. Again my eyes drifted over to the nearby table as I set the glass back down. Scanning each member of the group discreetly, I found my gaze lingering on one guy in particular. He had a lean, muscular body, although not as bulky as his blonde haired companion. He was wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt with some type of logo spread across the chest. I didn't recognize it, but assumed it was the name of some little known local rock band. His hair was messed up, but in a way that was obviously intentionally styled. He sipped slowly from his glass as he flipped a coin through his fingers. "Now the guy in the black," I explained, pushing my empty glass to the edge of the table. "That's more my style." "Ugh," Julissa groaned. "He's wearing wrist bands. I hate wrist bands on guys." "I think they're okay," I retorted, inspecting the black leather cuffs adorning each of his wrists. As my eyes drifted upwards, I noticed him staring back at me with a contented, cocky smile. "Oh shit!" I cursed, turning away instantly. "He caught me." "Subtle," Julissa chuckled mockingly, grinning as she revelled in my apparent discomfort. "That's embarrassing," I said, shielding my blushing red face with my hand. "Well, you better get it together girlfriend," Julissa warned nonchalantly. "Because he's coming over here right now!" My eyes went wide as I struggled to compose myself. Julissa, fought hard to withhold her smile as she watched with growing amusement as the stranger approached. "Hi there," he greeted as he stepped up to the table, hands stuffed into his jean pockets. "Hi," we spoke in tandem, before sharing a slightly embarrassed smile. "Me and my friends were wondering if you ladies would like to join our little party over there," he said calmly, motioning over to the table full off guys, all watching with expectation. "Ummm," I answered, wrinkling my nose as I gave him a casual glance. "Looks a little crowded over there." "True. True," he said, pulling his hands from his pockets and rubbing them together as he gritted his teeth. "It is a little crowded, but I bet if we slid your table over to ours, we could all be happy." We girls exchanged glances before he spoke again. "Plus...," he continued as the corner of his lip curled up into an enticing smile. "It looks like you two could use another drink." "Well how can we refuse such a generous offer," I quipped, without the consultation of my friend. Julissa set her eyes in an annoyed expression as I just smiled and shrugged. "Great," he said, clapping his hands together. "My name's Shane by the way." We introduced ourselves as Shane waved a couple friends over to help move our table. Julissas irritated gaze remained fixed as I pretended not to notice. Once situated in our new location, I took it upon myself to introduce myself to the group and immediately made myself at home, chatting without inhibition as Shane ordered a couple more margaritas. Julissa, however, remained quiet and cold, sipping her drink with little to no interaction. On numerous occasions I attempted to open conversation between Julissa and the preppie guy my friend had eyed earlier, whose name turned out to be Blake. He, though apparently, seemed to only be paying attention to me as if competing for my attention with Shane. As the group continued drinking and talking, it was divulged that the guys were college students, although they were a few years younger than we women. Along with Shane and Blake, there were three others. Mason was a skinny loudmouth who obviously thought more of himself than anyone else did. I immediately disliked him, finding him arrogant and irritating. He tended to monopolize the conversation and seemed to find great enjoyment in making misogynistic and off-color comments. He also possessed a lot of self confidence, which seemed strange, since he probably was one of the least attractive members of the group. It seemed that no matter what direction the conversation took, he would find a way to work in some story about a past sexual conquest. His facial features were sharp and angular, possessing a youthful quality that made him look more like a junior high school adolescent than a university student. He was wearing striped, long-sleeve dress shirt which was unbuttoned a little too far, showing off his flat, hairless chest. Sitting beside Mason was Ryan, a plain, nondescript medical student dressed in an equally plain and nondescript grey t-shirt. He seemed quiet and introspective, opening his mouth only to take drinks or laugh at the occasional joke. Several times, I tried to talk to him, as I thought he might make a good match for Julissa, but I soon lost interest in his one word answers. The more I drank, however, the more attractive I found him. Russell was a heavy set guy who probably would have been good looking if he lost a little bit of weight. He had a very outgoing personality with an entertaining, self deprecating sense of humour. His carefree attitude and complete lack of conceit gave him an endearing quality that I began to find enticing as the night wore on. His style of dress was unremarkable as was his hairstyle. I noticed this and immediately wished I could give him a makeover as I thought a few changes could make all the difference in providing him with an appearance that matched his personality. As the night wore on, the crowded patio began to clear out as numerous patrons began leaving the laid-back lounge ambience for livelier settings. I had consumed just enough alcohol by this time to put me in a delightfully lively mood, although Julissa had barely touched her last drink. The boys seemed intrigued that two attractive married women would be abandoned by their husbands for a weekend in Tucson. A couple of times Mason referred to us as MILFS, but Shane told him to shut up. "Well," Blake said with finality, as he slammed his empty glass down on the table. "We should go soon. I don't want to be waiting in any lines." "I think we should go back to that strip club," Mason offered, his eyes lighting up at the prospect. "I think once a day is good enough," Shane countered, shutting down his friend's idea as he turned to me to explain. "We were there this afternoon!" "Oooooh," I teased as I licked a drop of margarita from my thumb. "Strippers in the afternoon. Classy!" "Oh come on Donna," Mason pressed. "It'll be fun. You can harass your husbands about it later." "No thanks," I answered adamantly. "I feel like dancing." "You can dance at the strip club!" he continued, growing excited at the prospect. "Both of you gals have the figures for it!" "Haha," I giggled. "I think I would need a few more drinks before I did that!" "Hey," Mason said, holding out his hands as he eyed me lecherously. "I'll buy you drinks all night, if get up on stage!" I dismissed the notion with a soft laugh and a wave of my hand. I actually thought it might be fun to go to a strip club and show the guys a hot 35 year old woman, but I knew that Julissa would never go. "So..." Shane interjected. "Would you ladies like to accompany us to the bar?" "Sure," I answered quickly, earning me another scowl from my friend across the table. I pretended not to notice Julissa's disappointed glare as I continued. "What bar are you going to go to?" "Whatever one has no line," Blake cut in anxiously. "Which may be difficult if we don't hurry up and leave!" "Alright, alright," Shane muttered as he withdrew some money from his wallet and laid it down on the table. "We're going." As the group excited the restaurant and made their way down the street, Julissa and I hung back a few strides behind the rambunctious group. "So which one do you want?" I whispered. "Which one do I want?" Julissa scoffed, walking briskly with her arms crossed. "I don't want any of them." "Oh come on," I prodded, giving my friend a playful shake. "Lighten up. We're supposed to be having fun this weekend. Girls night out!" "Yeah, but I thought it was going to be just you and I." "Oh what's the big deal?" I asked, growing annoyed by Julissa's reluctance. "We were planning on meeting some guys at the bar anyways..." "You were planning on meeting some guys," Julissa seethed. "I just wanted to have a nice relaxing weekend." "It will be fun," I promised. "Just try and have a good time. Please." Julissa reluctantly agreed, although her sour demeanour changed little by the time the group arrived at the nightclub. After waiting in line for ten minutes, we entered the bar and quickly found an empty table. Russell, Ryan and Mason headed towards the bar to buy drinks while Shane and Blake remained with us girls. As they talked, it became increasingly obvious that the two young men were competing for my attention. Shane mentioned that he was in a band which increased my interest, forcing Blake to sit quietly aside, growing more anxious by the minute. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look a lot like Emily Proctor?" Blake asked, steering the conversation away from Shane. "Who?" I asked, as the rest of the group returned, bearing drinks for the table. "Emily Proctor," he explained. "You know...the actress. She plays the blonde on CSI Miami?" "Okay," I answered. "I know who you mean. No...Nobody has ever said that before." "Here you go," Mason offered, sliding a Long Island ice tea over to me. "Thanks," I chirped with a smile. "You didn't put any roofies in it did you?" "Nah," he answered. "I'm saving all my roofies for someone way hotter than you." I feigned offended and pretended to be hurt although I was becoming increasingly impressed with Mason's witty banter. In some strange way, by showing complete lack of interest in me, he was becoming more and more attractive to me. The club soon filled to capacity and the drinks kept flowing. Russell even bought a whole tray of shots for the table, which the group made short work of. As I continued to drink, Julissa begged me to slow down. "I think you've had enough," Julissa admonished as I braced myself to down another shot. "Don't worry," I ensured, waving off my friend's concern. "I'm fine. My tolerance is a lot higher than it used to be you know." Julissa backed off but remained cautious, secretly monitoring my drink intake. Mason soon left the group to "cruise for chicks," although he had a hard time convincing any of his friends to join him. Blake and Shane remained glued to my side and Russell declined with disinterest. Reluctantly, Ryan agreed and the two took off for a quick tour around the bar. Although, I had originally been more attracted to Shane, I was now finding a hard time deciding which of the two friends I was going to be going home with. I had decided to hook up with one of them, but the decision was becoming increasingly difficult. Throughout the night, we girls made frequent trips to the dance floor. I danced with both Shane and Blake, and even managed to pull Russell out for one song. Mason had hit on several girls, but remained alone at the end of the night. By the time last call was announced, I was quite drunk and quite horny. I took turns slow dancing and making out with both Blake and Shane, much to Julissa's disapproval. "The girls here are bitches!" Mason spat as the group filed out into the street. "Awww, don't worry buddy," Russell consoled, throwing a drunken arm around his friend. "We always have the strippers." "Not tonight," Mason said with dismay, glancing at his watch. "It's closing soon." U of A Homecoming Post Party "Well, I'm not ready to go to bed yet," Blake piped up. "We should get some beer and head back to the apartments. " "Sounds good to me," I chimed in. "Where is your apartment?" "Donna!" Julissa scolded, under her breath. "Oh come on Julissa. It's still early. Well why don't we go grab some drinks and we'll follow you guys there." Again Julissa cast me a disappointed scowl, although the others all heartily agreed. "Sounds good," Blake agreed. "I'll go with Donna to the store." "Me too!" Shane added, reluctant to allow his friend any time alone with me. As soon as it was decided, the group split up and set off in separate directions, with me casting my irritated friend an apologetic smile as we parted ways. "What's your friend's problem?" Shane asked as we made our way down the road. "She just has a hard time getting to know new people," I explained in Julissa's defense. "I think she just needs to get laid by someone other than her husband!" The guys laughed at my blatant manner of speaking. "That reminds me..." Blake began cautiously, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "What's going on here?" "What do you mean?" I asked, oblivious to the reasoning for his question. "Well..." Shane added in. "We were just wondering...what your intentions were." "What my intentions are?" "Yeah...I mean...we're both obviously interested in you, and your obviously a hot married woman on the prowl!" "And?" "And...we were wondering which one of us should...back off!" "Who says either one of you has to back off?" I chirped back with a teasing, playful smile. "I've pulled a train before!" The two friends exchanged excited, surprised glances, smiling at the night's prospects. After picking up a couple cases of beer and a four-pack of wine coolers, we headed back to the apartment. Like most college students, the guys had opted for a lower budget establishment with three bedrooms for the five of them. As I entered the cluttered front room, I immediately noticed Julissa seated in the corner of the room looking extremely bored as the three guys sat around a table playing a game of quarters. The guys tore into the beer like a pack of wolves, as I offered a cooler to Julissa. "Hey, come here," Shane said, coaxing me to follow him into the other room. "There's something I want to show you." I giggled like a school girl and smiled at my friend one more time before following him. The second that we were separated from the group, Shane closed the door and pinned me against it forcefully as he looked down into my captivating, crystal green eyes. "So what did you want to show me?" I asked naively, my cute little mouth forming an innocent, child-like smile. Shane just stared for a brief moment before leaning down and pressing his lips into mine. I immediately responded with an enthusiastic, lustful kiss, my hands clawing at his hair with long awaited, alcohol induced vigour. Pulling my wet, gasping lips from his, I dropped to my knees and began fumbling with his zipper with frantic desperation. A few seconds later, Shane's cock was out and expanding in my hand as I gave him once more a naughty glance before flicking my tongue out to tease his growing tip. "Mmmm," I moaned, sucking his bulbous head into my mouth, wetting it with my swirling tongue. "I've been wanting to do this all night!" The sound of the others, just on the other side of the thin door, excited me and I quickly consumed the length of his cock with ferocity as I felt my pussy moisten with arousal. Shane groaned with gratification and slumped back against the closed door as my lips slid down his shaft with quick, jerking thrusts. "Are you going to let me fuck you tonight?" he asked with a grin as he watched his cock disappear between my lusciously soft, pink lips. I let his rigid pole pop free as I gazed up at him with a smile. "You can do whatever you want to me!" Stuffing his cock back into my hungry mouth, I gripped him around the base as I bobbed my head back and forth. I loved sucking cock. I didn't like to admit it, but sometimes I would much rather give than receive. I especially enjoyed being on my knees, having a guy standing over me as he guides my head onto his cock (And his friend guides his cock into my pussy). I have heard numerous girls verbalize their distaste for that particular move, but for some reason it turned me on even more. "Donna?" Julissa's voice called out from behind the door, followed by a few sharp knocks. "Is everything okay?" "Dammit," I muttered under my breath, cursing my friend's overprotective nature. "Uhhh, yeah Julissa, I'm okay!" "I...guess we should get back," Shane offered reluctantly with a disappointed frown. I agreed and stood up to wipe my wet lips as he put his cock back in his pants. The party was in full swing as we emerged from the opposite room, catching a multitude of knowing glares from the rowdy bunch. Julissa's eyes were locked on mine with a disapproving expression, while Blake displayed a crestfallen appearance at having seemingly lost out to his friend in the struggle for my affections. "Pull up a seat," Mason called out to us as he sat at the table, flipping a quarter in his hand. "We're playing drinking games." Shane grabbed a chair, but I hesitated. "Oh, no, no, no," I said with an adamant wave of my hand. "No drinking games for me!" My refusal earned me more than a couple of admonishing glares from the group as the guys broke out into a chorus of drunken taunts. "Awww, come on!" Russell called out. "You're not finished drinking already are you?" "No, not completely," I answered with a laugh as I scooped up my half empty cooler. "But I definitely need to slow down a bit." The guys seemed a little disappointed, but Mason was quick to come up with another idea. "How about if you provide the prize?" he suggested, raising his eyebrows as a horny smile appeared across his think face. "What kind of prize?" I asked suspiciously, fully expecting a perverted adolescent response. "Lap dance?" he suggested hopefully as several of the other guys looked up with renewed interest. Julissa scoffed, but I remained lost in thought as I rolled my eyes and pursed the corner of my lip in a wondering expression. "Sure," I peeped after a few seconds of deliberation. "Why not?" The guys cheered and I blushed a little, taking a sip from my bottle in an attempt to avoid my friend's glowering stare. Shane also looked over at me, his face portraying an expression of curiosity, although he appeared to remain unbothered. The group immediately launched into their game, deciding that whoever could sink the most quarters in a row would win the coveted lap dance. Mason asked Julissa if she wanted to join, since he mentioned that he wouldn't mind if she won, but she opted out, preferring to sit back with an annoyed scowl instead. Russell went first, missing on the first shot. Then Mason sunk four in a row before patting himself on the back, casting me a cocky smirk and making an obscene gesture with his hand. Shane only got one in, but seemed relatively unbothered as he passed the coin to Blake. As he prepared to take his shot, he seemed to be concentrating quite hard, seemingly taking the whole thing a bit more serious than the others. He scored three, but missed on his fourth, cursing as he swatted the cup with an annoyed wave of his hand. Mason was already celebrating his apparent victory, when Ryan took the coin and calmly sunk the coin in the cup nine successive times. Russell and Shane cheered, apparently satisfied that the cocky Mason had not won, and stood up to pull Ryan's chair out from the table with him still seated in it. They turned up the music as I took another drink in preparation of my upcoming show. "Donna," Julissa warned, trying to get my attention. "I don't think you should be doing this..." "Relax girlfriend," I shot back with a frustration response, becoming increasingly annoyed with my companion's lacklustre attitude. As the music roared to life, the room became filled with jeering sounds of drunken cheers and whistles as the guys egged me on. I set my bottle down and immediately transformed my face from a cute, smiling expression to a sexy, seductive look as I strode over to Ryan and began to treat him to an extremely provocative lap dance as his friends watched in envy. As I danced, I became more risqué, straddling his body and grinding myself into the growing bulge in his pants and pressing his face into my breasts. "Grab her ass!" Mason called out to his friend as he sat back and watched, achieving vicarious enjoyment through Ryan's prize. Ryan obeyed, reaching down to grasp my ass through my little black skirt as his friends cheered in response. I just laughed and continued grinding myself into him, finding my arousal quickly rising from my little performance. "That's it!" Julissa snapped, standing up with her arms tightly crossed across her chest. "Donna, I'm leaving. Are you coming?" I turned to acknowledge my friend, giving her a shake of my head. Julissa promptly turned and briskly headed for the door. She gave one last look back before making her exit and slammed the door shut behind her. I was actually relieved to have my friend gone. Now I felt that I could really cut loose. As the song ended, the group resumed their seats around the table, eager to begin the next game. "So what's the prize this time?" Russell asked, finding himself unable to pull his eyes away from me after my erotic performance. "How about a blowjob?" Mason asked with an over-the-top grin. "I think Shane already won that prize," Blake muttered, a hint of envy tingeing his voice. I pouted my lips into a feigned sorrowful expression as I threw an arm around his shoulder. "Aww, is somebody jealous?" I asked in a baby-like voice as the rest of the group responded with a teasing round of laughter. "So...," Mason began, eyeing me with interest. "You're not even denying it?" "Why would I deny it?" I shot back with a shrug of my shoulders. "I sucked his cock. So what? I would have kept doing it we hadn't been interrupted!" A few of the guys' eyes widened with amazement at my blunt demeanour. "Well don't let us keep you," Mason quipped. "Your bitchy friend is gone, so by all means, go back into the other room and finish up." "Why would we have to go into the other room?" I replied with a sexy smile as I began to revel in the newfound sex-symbol status that I had achieved among the group of horny college students. "So are you saying that you would have no problem giving a blowjob right here in front of everyone?" Mason asked, constantly prodding the conversation to his perverted interests. I shrugged my shoulders again. "Sure. Why not?" "Bullshit," he shot back, crossing his arms in defiance. "I don't believe it!" "Wanna bet?" I answered, playing into Mason's little game as he watched me with a smug grin. "Yeah," he said casually, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. "I bet twenty bucks that you won't do it." My mind raced as I watched Mason slam the bill down on the table. Although, I couldn't care less about the money, I was becoming very excited by the way the evening was panning out. Calmly I walked over and picked up the bill, holding it in the air as I turned to Shane. "Drop 'em," I said with a smile, motioning down to his pants. "I...don't know about this," he answered reluctantly, obviously apprehensive about dropping his pants in front of his friends. "Maybe...you should give Blake his share instead?" Without skipping a beat, I turned to Blake, my expression portraying a questioning appearance as if asking him to fill in for his reluctant friend. Blake paused for a moment before answering. "Sure," he said with nod of his head, sitting back as if daring me to proceed. My heart beat quickened as I stood over him. The excitement, combined with the alcohol caused my inhibitions to slowly drift away and I slowly lowered myself to my knees before Blake. I reached up to undo his pants, half-expecting him to stop me, but to my surprise he remained motionless. I stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of reluctance, but I saw only lustful determination. "What are you waiting for?" he asked with a smile. I blushed a little and continued my task, opening his pants and reaching in to wrap my small hand around his semi-hard cock. He shifted slightly as I gave his flaccid cock a gentle squeeze, but allowed me to continue as I pulled it out into view. "Oh! What's the matter there Blake?" Mason taunted in reference to his lack of erection. "A little stage fright? Or do you have a little whiskey cock going on there?" "Don't worry," I snapped back. "I'll take care of this." With that, I lowered my head into his lap and parted my lips to take his soft stalk into my little wet mouth. I could feel the four other pairs of eyes on me as I sucked his cock, feeling it begin to grow rigid in my mouth. As it expanded and hardened, I stroked it with my tiny fist, my hand bobbing up and down to compliment the movement of my lips. I pulled it from my mouth for a moment, licking my tongue along his length as I looked up into Blake's contented face. My tongue then swirled around his tip before I sucked him back down to the base as I took him right into my throat. As I pulled back smiling, I stroked my hand up his entire length, creating a wet, slippery sound as I gripped his spit-soaked shaft. "Oh man, I got a get a picture of this," Mason muttered, whipping out his cell phone as I resumed bobbing my head up and down on Blake's rigid cock. As I heard the sound of a picture being taken, I felt my pussy begin to dampen again. I was becoming more aroused. I locked my lips tightly around his shaft and stroked hard, desperately trying to bring him to a climax in my mouth. "Hey Donna," I heard Mason call as he readied his phone for another picture. "I'll toss in another twenty if you take it on your face." I let Blake's cock pop free as I turned to smile at Mason, my hand still pumping vigorously at his shaft. "I don't any need money for that," I quipped with a playful grin before taking his swollen tip back between my soft lips. "Oh fuck!" Blake groaned, stirring in his seat as his body began to shudder. I pulled away again, my hand beating furiously as I extended my tongue in invitation. "Come on," I urged, looking up into his face. "Give me that cum. All over my fucking face!" Blake let out another groan as his cock began to twitch in my pumping hand. I moaned and closed my eyes as the creamy fluid began to spurt forth onto my face. I managed to catch most of it on my outstretched tongue, before directing the rest against my blushing cheeks and up onto my forehead to complete the lewd, cum covered masterpiece. "Smile!" Mason blurted gleefully as he put the phone right up to my face. I turned to face him, and gave a big, delightful grin as he snapped the obscene image. The other guys cheered in response as I began to wipe a droplet of cum from my eyelid. "So...who's next?" I asked, peering up at the group of friends as I knelt there on the floor, my pretty face still spackled with glistening streams of jism from Blake's load. "Oh fuck yes!" Mason called out promptly, scrambling to undo his pants as he stood over me. I smiled and moved closer to him as his pants and underwear dropped around his ankles. My eyes widened as his cock sprang forth, dangling in front of my face. I was surprised to find that it was quite large, almost disproportionately when compared to his skinny frame. I grabbed it around the base with my hand and flicked my tongue out to tease his tip as he finished undressing by ripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. "Yeah, suck it baby," he urged, placing a hand at the back of my head and guiding his length into my mouth. His cheesy words actually turned me on more and I began to put on a display of my oral talents, running my tongue down one side, sucking his balls, and then licking back up the other side. I then took him into my mouth and bobbed back and forth before pulling it back out and slapping it against my tongue in a salaciously pornographic style. I even jabbed the tip of my tongue into his cock hole to taste the small bead of pre-cum that had accumulated there. As I worked my lips up and down his long shaft, Mason tightened his grip on my head and began pumping his cock into my mouth. Soon, I let my hand fall and allowed him to fuck my face, jamming his cock into the back of my throat as I struggled not to gag. (What an asshole!) "Whoa man," Shane called out to settle his friend's aggressive actions. "Go easy there. Be nice." I was not about to allow Mason to take control. "No!" I blurted out emphatically as I pulled back, sputtering as saliva dripped from my gasping mouth. "Don't be nice. I want you to be bad to me! Do whatever you want!" "Really?" Mason asked, looking down into my panting face, a glint of amorous intent sparkling in his eye. "Yes," I answered looking back up at him with lustful, pleading eyes. "Alright then," he said, gathering up a bunch of my blonde hair in his shaking fist. "Get over here." As Mason led me over to the bed, a surge of sexual energy rushed though my body. He pulled me to the bed by the hair and I scrambled up onto my hands and knees as he climbed up behind me. "So I can do whatever I want?" he asked, pushing my little black skirt up over my hips and running his eager hands over my exposed ass cheeks. "Yes," I gasped, lowering my head to the mattress as I glanced back at him. He smiled an evil grin and began to slide my skirt down my thighs. I held my breath as I felt it being pulled from my body. Mason then held it aloft as he twirled it comically on his finger before tossing them directly into Russell's face. The guys all laughed as he then spit into his hand and slathered his cock with makeshift lube before pushing his tip roughly into my waiting bare pussy. "Oh god!" he groaned as he slipped into my inviting depths, looking down to watch my tight, thirty-five year old pussy stretching around his pole. I immediately pushed back against him, almost shoving him off the bed as the four other spectators laughed. He grabbed onto my hips and shoved back as I gasped in response, my petite body lurching forward from his hostile thrust. I seemed to gain even more pleasure from his rough treatment and arched my back in submission as he proceeded to fuck me with quick strokes, pushing me face down into the bed. I moaned into the sheets as his hips struck my ass with successive, forceful blows, his fingers tangled in my hair, gradually tightening as his thrusts grew more intense. "Are you guys just going to stand there?" Mason asked with a laboured, heavy breath as he addressed his friends. "Or is one of you pussies going to stick your cock in her mouth?" The four friends exchanged awkward glances as they silently began to decide who would step up. Surprisingly, it was the relatively timid Ryan that volunteered, smiling a goofy grin as he undid his pants. I was forced to look up as Mason pulled my head up by the hair, my mouth falling open in a silent gasp as Ryan eagerly removed his pants. He left his shirt on, which I found quite strange, but I nonetheless waited as he stepped up to the bed, offering his half-erect penis to me in an awkward offering. "Shove it in!" Mason chided, as Ryan timidly held his flaccid cock in his trembling hand. Ryan looked down at me, my face portraying no sign of distress or reluctance, before moving closer and pushing his cock into my open mouth. My lips closed around his soft shaft as Mason increased his thrusting from the other end, forcing my mouth down his friend's growing cock. It was at that point, in which I found myself impaled from both ends, that I decided...I would use this night to fulfill my dirtiest, nastiest fantasies. I was alone, and nobody would ever know but my husband. I reached up to give Ryan's balls a gentle squeeze as I felt him grow hard in my mouth. My lips inched back and forth with each thrust of Mason's hips as I felt my ass cheeks being pushed apart. I purred as Ryan began to slowly rock back and forth, his cock sliding back and forth over my tongue. I then felt a drop of warm liquid land between my pert little cheeks, trickling down my exposed cleft over my asshole. U of A Homecoming Post Party Mason pressed his thumb to the tiny star, rubbing his spit into my hole as he stroked his cock into my pussy, eliciting a subtle moan from my tightly closed lips. "You like that don't you?" Mason asked, growing more excited as his thumb caressed my tightly closed asshole with firm, circular motions. "Uh huh," I agreed, turned my head to glance back over my shoulder as Mason's face lit up with enjoyment. "What are you guys doing?" he called out to the other three, chastising their timid behaviour. "This chick wants to get crazy! Whip'em out! Let's go!" Shane began to undress, but Russell remained fully clothed as I glanced over. My eyes lit up as I saw Shane's tanned, slender body being uncovered, causing my pussy to moisten even more around Mason's cock. "Just wait," I said, looking back at Mason. "Let me undress." Mason nodded and pulled back, allowing his cock to slip from my inviting, wet hole. I rose up to my knees and pulled my shirt over my head, before reaching behind me to un-clasp my bra. "I can't believe this is happening," Russell exclaimed, watching intently with a vacant, astounded stare. I giggled as I removed my shoes, leaving me completely naked and surrounded by five young men that I barely knew. Lying back on the bed, I spread my legs and reached down to trace my fingers along the soft skin of my freshly shaved pussy, still relishing the new, sexy sensation. Shane made eye contact with me, smiling slightly as he crawled onto the bed towards me. I smiled back, but the next thing I knew, Mason was kneeling beside my head, awkwardly trying to shove his wet cock into my mouth. I let out a surprised giggle that soon became muffled as my lips closed around his shaft. I could taste my pussy juice on his cock which only excited me more and I rubbed my clit with one hand as he started to thrust into my mouth. Shane positioned himself between my legs and began to tease my little wet opening with the tip of his cock. Feeling his swollen head against my flushing labia lips, I reached lower and guided it inside me. Shane's hands held my legs as he started fucking me with short, cautious strokes, piercing my tight little pussy with his average sized shaft. Ryan was quick to rejoin, leaning down to suck one of my large pink nipples into his eager mouth as I moaned around Mason's cock. The feeling was incredible and I gradually became lost in the moment as my lust began to overtake my naked body. "Suck my balls," Mason ordered, lifting his wet cock up to his stomach. I turned my head as he inched forward, dropping his balls into my open mouth as he reached down to lewdly grope one of my supple breasts. My tongue wriggled against the soft sac in my mouth as Mason pinched and pulled at my nipple, mixing a tiny bit of pain in with the immense pleasure I was experiencing. Shane's gentle thrusts grew more frantic as he leaned over me to push his cock deeper inside my hungry pussy, my little body lurching atop the bed as he fucked me. My pussy drooled warm fluid out from around his plunging cock, dripping down to soak my asshole. As I reached around to prod my clit, my horniness began to reach an all time high. I pushed a slender finger over my knob as my tongue continued to bathe Mason's hanging balls with playful licks. "I want one of you in my ass!" I blurted out, looking down at Shane's face which was frozen in concentration. "Now!" All three men paused for a moment before a smile crept onto each and every one of their astounded faces. "There's some lube in my purse," I told Blake, who was standing back in view of the sexy spectacle. As he searched, Shane pulled his cock out and I flipped over onto my hands and knees. Mason moved around in front of me, his face portraying the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. "This is fucking awesome," he exclaimed, feeding his long cock back into my waiting mouth. Blake found the small bottle of lube and tossed it to Shane as Mason reached down over my back and pulled my ass cheeks apart. "I hope I get to fuck your ass too," he muttered, sliding his cock deep into my mouth. My moans of approval told him that he would definitely get his chance. Shane coated his cock with the slippery liquid before moving back into place, eyeing my tiny, shimmering asshole like some sort of long awaited prize. He placed his tip against my clenching star and pushed, watching the impossibly tight orifice slowly open around his cock. My body tensed and I moaned with dirty delight as I felt my most private hole being carefully filled by Shane's throbbing pole. I felt amazingly slutty, and for the first time that weekend thought about my husband. This quickly passed and I urged Mason to fuck my face as his friend slipped deeper into my tight little tunnel. Mason gathered my hair up in his hand and held it firmly as he placed his other hand below my jaw. Then, holding my head in place, he began thrusting his hips back and forth, using my mouth to pleasure himself as he tossed his head back with blissful amazement. Feeling my asshole hugging his descending shaft, Shane's growing lust urged him to quicken his pace and he started inching his cock in and out with short, careful strokes. I squealed with delight and reached back between my legs, going to work on my clit as my ass began to relax around his invading cock. I closed my watering eyes as Mason's balls slapped my chin with repeated, wet strikes, my saliva dripping from my open lips down onto his thighs. As my asshole acclimatized to the sensation of Shane's moving cock, he pushed deeper and harder, urged on by my lewd lustful moans. With complete disregard for my wellbeing, Mason pummelled my lips as he continued to fuck my face in a manner that can only be described as shamefully pornographic. I closed my gasping lips around his sliding shaft in an effort to provide as much resistance as possible and coax his cum from his body. "Fuck," Mason growled, his face contorting with ecstatic intensity. "Fuckkkkkkk!" As he howled, his hips bucked and his stomach contracted violently, his cock pulsing with orgasmic animation. I felt his hot cum shoot right into the back of my throat and I immediately started to suck down each and every spurt that his twitching cock produced in order not to gag. The fact that he had just cum in my mouth turned me on even more and I furiously attacked my clit with my busy fingers as Mason withdrew, his cock leaving a creamy trail along the length of my pink tongue. Mason climbed down off the bed, irritated that he had climaxed so soon, as I swallowed down the residual cum still lingering inside my mouth. I then looked back over my shoulder to Shane, who was concentrating on working his cock in and out of my eager asshole. Urging him to go harder, I pushed back, driving my tightly stretched hole around down his thick shaft, casting him a sexy smile over my shoulder. "How does my ass feel?" I asked, wiggling my hips in an attempt to force more of his meaty pole into my clutching orifice. "Pretty good," Shane responded, allowing me to push back onto his cock. "Do you know what I want now?" I asked, watching his face with a cute, child-like expression. "What's that?" "I want you guys to triple play me!" Shane smiled as he shook his head in continued amazement. Mason shouted out his support from the background as I slowly crawled my way off his cock and spun around enthusiastically, my mouth opening with licentious desire. Ryan now climbed onto the bed behind me. I slumped down into a side lying position and Shane knelt beside my head and then kissed me. I reached down and pulled one of my perfect cheeks upwards, offering Ryan his choice of holes. He opted for the pussy first, pressing his hard cock into my flushed, dewy lips and wiggling it inside me. As he proceeded to fill my wanton hole with repeated, forceful thrusts, his friend began pumping his cock into my purring mouth, my cheeks bulging with every stroke. "Yes," I gasped as Shane pulled his wet cock from my lips and lightly slapped it across my face. "That's what I want! Treat me like a slut-wife!" As my mouth once again became filled with pulsing cock, I reached back and slipped my middle finger deep into my own asshole, purring with delight as I felt Ryan's cock sliding in and out, pressing against my embedded digit. Growing bolder by the minute, Ryan began adding a little rough treatment of his own by striking my perfectly round ass with a firm, sharp slap of his hand. "Oh yeah," I moaned as he slapped me again, this time with even more force. "Not to hard!" Shane gripped his cock with a tight fist as he pulled my head forward and pressed his balls into my lips. I gave him a few wet licks, before pulling my face back and staring up into his eyes with a look of pure lust. "Oh fuck yeah, you dirty little slut, make me cum!" I sighed with delight as he jerked and a fountain of creamy white cum erupted from his bulging, purple head. I felt his asshole clench around my finger as I watched the warm fluid spilling down over his whitened knuckles and dripping down into my face. Shane lifted his body and leaned forward, trying to direct the rest of his juices into my open mouth as I parted my lips with carnal desire. Just as the final droplets of cum were oozing out of Shane's spent penis, I felt Ryan's cock swell within my cervix. Without so much as a sound, he began to shudder and thrust deep as I experienced the warming sensation of his cum filling my abused tunnel. His eyes half closed in ecstasy, he took a deep breath and withdrew, his retreating cock slipping easily out of my tired hole, followed by a substantial stream of trickling white cum. I smiled with contentment, reaching back to feel my ravaged pussy and wiping up some of the jism with an extended finger. I then brought the glistening finger to my lips and smiled. "So who's next," I asked innocently as I sucked the cream covered digit into my sweet little mouth. "Are you just going to take pictures?" I asked, my hand slowly pumping Mason's hanging shaft. "Or are you going to take those pants off and fuck me?" Blake immediately began to undress as I turned back to Mason's backside, renewing my oral assault with lewdly vigorous licks. Once naked, Blake climbed up onto the bed, his cock freshly engorged once again and eager to sample another one of my enticing holes. I shifted into a quadruped position with my pretty face embedded in Mason's crotch as I felt my wet pussy lips being parted by Blake's swollen tip. "I'm such a hotwife," I thought to myself as I stabbed my tongue into Mason's cock hole. Blake grabbed a hold of my hips and sank his thick pole deep into my tight little pussy, eliciting a pleasurable moan from my lips that was easily lost under Mason's appreciative groaning. He wasted no time in driving his length into my willing pussy, causing my face to butt repeatedly onto the cock in front of me. "How's that feel, buddy?" Blake asked his friend, as he fucked me from behind. "Sooo fucking good!" Mason responded, overwhelmed by the unimaginable sensation. "You like doing that?" Blake asked, this time to me, as he reached forward and grabbed a handful of my soft, yellow hair. "You like sucking cock?" "Yes," I gasped in between frantic sucks. "I love it. It makes me feel so fucking dirty!" "You are fucking dirty," he muttered back, pushing my face into his friend's loins. "You're a dirty little Hotwife!" I moaned in response, happy with the dirty talk that was being spewed from Blake's mouth. I had been hoping that someone would step up and treat me like the nasty little slut I wanted to be. As he held me by the hair, he began slamming his cock into me with forceful thrusts, sending my throat deep onto Mason's shaft with every shuddering strike. Reaching back, I slipped my middle finger onto my clit, sliding around easily due to the slippery coating of cum that Ryan had left. The slimy sensation made my pussy dampen further as the reality of the hedonistic situation began to set in. "Yeah, you finger that clit," Blake urged with approval, looking down at the tiny finger rubbing around my cum filled orifice. "I want to see what kind of dirty whore wifey you can be." I responded by adding another finger and driving my clit insane as my small body shook from the relentless pounding. My gasping mouth had created a spit-soaked sheen that covered Mason's shaft from his balls to his cock head as my face slid up and down with enthusiasm. "Let's see you suck those fingers clean," Blake suggested, yanking my head back by the hair. Mason rolled over as I slipped my three, cum-covered fingers from my clit and placed them at my lips, sucking the white substance into my mouth to the delight of the spectators. "Hey," Mason said, sitting back and stroking his cock. "Russ hasn't had a chance yet." Everyone's eyes shifted to Russell, who was still standing aside, fully clothed. He seemed a little embarrassed as I waved him over with a motion of my hand. "Come here," I invited in a friendly manner. "Lie down on the bed." As Russell removed his pants and took his place on the bed, Blake relinquished his place in my pussy to allow his friend a turn. I crawled onto his waiting body, eager to get another cock inside me, as he remained passively motionless. His penis was somewhat smaller in relation to his body size, but I hardly cared as I lifted his rigid pole and guided it to my dewy opening. Sinking down into a comfortable position, I began gyrating atop his large form as Blake stood to the side and held his throbbing cock in close proximity to my face. I turned my head and accepted his offering, allowing his thick rod to slide deep into my mouth. The blowjob quickly turned into a lewdly wet affair as Blake fucked my face, the saliva dripped obscenely down my chin. Mason, not one to be left out, once again made his presence known by grabbing a nearby beer bottle and placing it between my quivering cheeks. Shane laughed and expected me to resist, but to his surprise, I leaned forward to allow full access to my ass. Mason's face lit up with mischievous enthusiasm and proceeded to push the lip of the bottle past my tight little ring. I winced as I felt the hard glass bottle pierce my asshole and slide up into my cum-soaked tunnel. I was fulfilling my nastiest fantasy. I was being used by strangers and I wanted more. Mason laughed as he fucked my ass with the bottle, exchanging excited glances with Blake who was sliding his cock in and out of my gasping mouth with aggressive dominance. Shane and Ryan were standing to the side, both casually stroking their cocks as they watched with continuing amazement, the scene descending even further into lascivious depravity before their eyes. "Alright," Mason proclaimed, pulling the bottle from my ass and tossing it to the floor. "I need to sample this asshole." "Yes," I agreed, my pulse quickening with the thought of a dirty double penetration. I pulled my mouth from Blake's cock and leaned over farther as Mason climbed up into place. After an awkward period of adjustment, the trio assumed a workable position and I took a deep breath as I felt my tiny asshole once again stretching around another throbbing cock. "Oh fuck yeah," Mason proclaimed, crouching behind me as hiscoick slowly disappeared into my ass. "Now you're a real slut wife!" I moaned in agreement, my eyes closing in ecstasy as my tiny buxom body began to rock to and fro. My soft, blonde hair was hanging in my face as my breasts pressed into Russell's large chest, my torso rising and falling with every laboured breath. Reaching down, I found my clit and began to rub, frantically desperate for my first orgasm of the foursome. Blake was kneeling to the side, stroking his cock as he watched my beautiful face turn into a picture of pure lust. Mason increased the depth of his strokes quickly, and was soon sliding deep into my ass with relative ease, as Blake repositioned his cock for me to be face fucked again. "Oh fuck yes....," I muttered absently. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass. Fuck me everywhere. Fuck me like a dirty fucking slut-wife." I was approaching climax, but my frantic fingers just couldn't quite get me there. My eyes then shot open and I eyed Blake's cock with ferocious carnal hunger. "I want you cum on my face," I said softly, rising up off Russell's chest. "I want you to shoot it all over my face while I'm cumming." Blake smiled and nodded, his hand immediately going to work pumping his cock with renewed urgency. Mason's legs trembled from the tiring position, but he maintained his pace, sliding his cock in and out of my eager asshole. My eyes closed again as the pressure began to build. My little fingers rubbed frantically as I felt my body tingle with delight. Blake moved closer, his muscles flexing as his hand moved with blinding speed. I took one more look at his swollen cock and then closed my eyes. "Yesssss," I squealed, my small body bucking violently as an orgasmic sensation began to race through me. "Do it! Please! Cum on my fucking face!!!!" Blake groaned and his fist clenched around his pulsing shaft as he directed the tip to my elated visage. As the first shots of creamy white cum touched my face, I gasped and shook. "Fuck yes!" I howled, as the warm jism rained down onto my face, my body trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. As I lowered my head to catch my breath, once again I felt Russell's cock swell and pulse within my dripping wet pussy. A second later, his hip bucked upwards violently as I felt him expel a copious load of thick fluid inside my cervix. I purred with pleasure as the cum filled my insides and dribbled out around his pulsing cock, turning my hot little hole into a gooey, slimy mess. In the afterglow of orgasmic intensity, my arousal was partially abated, and the severe pressure of Mason's cock in my ass was almost too much too handle. "Please...," I begged sheepishly. "...take it out!" "Hey guys," Mason directed to his friends. "Grab that cup. Let's all jerk off into it and make her drink it." Since I offered no objection, Shane picked up the plastic cup that they had been using to play quarters earlier and handed it to Ryan who began to stroke himself with urgency. He quickly brought himself to climax and spurted his second load of the night into the plastic vessel. Shane followed suit, adding another substantial amount to the mixture before handing it off to Mason. He smiled as he accepted the cup, pulling his cock from my gasping lips and turning his back to me. He moaned as he spilled yet another load into the plastic cup before stepping away and holding the obscene prize high with pride. I managed half a smile as I accepted the cup with slight hesitation. A perverted chorus of "Drink! Drink! Drink!" filled the room as I took a deep breath and readied myself for the salacious climax to the unbelievably filthy night. "You're such a whore," I thought to myself once again, as I placed the cup to my lips and downed the slimy mixture. The room erupted with the cheers of five satisfied, horny college students as I set the cup back down and smiled. ******************************************************************************************************************************************************I awoke with a splitting headache and the annoying sound of chirping birds from outside. I opened my eyes and looked over the disaster area that the apartment room had become, littered with empty beer bottles and the half dressed bodies of slumbering young men. I glanced at the clock and then quietly began to gather my belongings, as I tried to ignore the mixed taste of cum and alcohol still lingering in my parched mouth. I gingerly stepped over the strewn bodies, intent on letting them all remain asleep as I located the various cell phones that had been used to take m pictures the night before. After deleting most of the images, I found myself staring at a particularly nasty one. After a moment of thought, I sent the picture to my husband's phone to act as a kinky souvenir before deleting it as well. I then quietly left the room and closed the door behind me. It had been the filthiest, nastiest night of my life...and nobody would ever know except Scott. U of A Homecoming Post Party Donna