0 comments/ 113132 views/ 9 favorites A Tear Trickled Down Her Cheek By: Diane Marie This may well be my last story, in a way it’s my parting shoot. I do thank those of you who have been supportive of my work. To those of you who understood my points, I say, thank you. To those who have hated me, I say, get a life. I’m not by any means giving up writing, some seem to think I have a talent for it. I’m just going to be writing for another venue. Stories more suited to my sexual preference, less erotic, more romantic in nature. I’ll even have an editor, some I’m sure are saying, thank god, me too. I’m sure, I’ll miss the erotic, at times a bit pornographic, stories I wrote. Alas, I do have a life, I have a lover, I have a chosen profession, I’m an artist, I only have so much time, my writing for all practical purposes in now a second profession. I’ll have deadlines to meet, I just can’t see how I can satisfy everything. I promise you this, if I do find a need to write something erotic, I’ll post it here. I hope you like this story, I wrote it fast and furious, I did want to post one last story, a need you may say. I have tried to edit out the mistakes, I’m not sure how successfully. There are some places where it is a bit muddled, but I’m a wee bit muddled myself, so I like that. I have to say this one last thing, it’s personal, you can’t possible understand it, but I may never have the courage to do it again, at least not in print. "Daddy dearest, roll over in your grave, your daughter writes, and you never got to read one fucking word of it. That was your wish wasn’t it, your desire, like Father, like Daughter, well my Dearest Father, I’m not like you. I’m my Mother’s Daughter, seven short years, you had a life time. But I can write, Daddy, I write as she did, I write from my heart, to bad you didn’t have one." Does that sound bitter to all of you? All I can say is, "I HAVE A RIGHT." ********* Heather and Albert had been married a little over ten years, a relatively happy marriage, at least it had been, then again maybe their happiness a mere illusion. Their union had produced three children Tommy, age 9, Hanna, age 7 and Samantha, age 6. They lived in a nice home, in an upper middle class neighborhood, had two vehicles, one a foreign compact, the other an American made SUV, neither new. They spent more then they should keeping up with their life style, so they both had to work. Albert in middle management for a medium sized regional company. Heather as the office manager for a small, but growing high tech firm which sold software to the medical industry. Anyone looking in at their family, would see it as a normal, happy functional family. There were a few flaws, one Heather was not happy at her job, she had wanted a career in broadcast journalism, had gone to college, finished three years with a 4.0 grade point. She married Albert in the early spring of her junior year, with the promise that she’d be able to finish school. But before the sinister was up she became pregnant. Birth control doesn’t always work. They decided, the emphases being on the Albert side of they, that it would be best that Heather give up school, complete their family, they wanted three children, then she could go back to school when the youngest was in kindergarten. Albert’s career didn’t progress like he’d hope, but his desire to keep up with the Jones did. He had to have a bigger house then they could afford, new cars every two years, a snowmobile, a boat, he wanted the same things as those he’d started his career with but those same people had progressed father, and faster then he had. Samantha was only two when Heather was forced to get a job or face bankruptcy. It was then that Heather also took over all financial responsibilities, she’d kept a tight rein on their budget, thus getting them passed the disaster that Albert had brought them to. It really wasn’t so much that Heather hated her job, she just felt unfulfilled. She liked the company she worked for, the benefits were good, she had a great working relationship with management. She was close to a number of the women whom she worked with, and even though she supervised some of them, she wasn’t a tyrant. Albert had a few problems to, he felt he was overlooked, overworked and underpaid. He felt he had more skill then those who were above him. He felt he was a better man then most. He felt it was all the politics, all the back biting that kept him back, he had the skills to get ahead, others conspired against him.. Albert also resented the fact that Heather was so tight with money. Other then that one flaw he saw in Heather’s character, and the fact that Heather wasn’t wild in bed, he was happy with her. She was, if anything, more beautiful then the day he’d married her. Heather kept herself in excellent shape, something he didn’t do, had been and still was athletic, he loved to watch her play volleyball and softball, not that he mined watching the women she played with either. Albert being Albert, of course, saw the blemishes in her looks, Heather’s hip were bigger, her stomach not as flat as it once was, a few wrinkles around the eyes, a few at the corners of her mouth, a crease in her forehead. Albert didn’t mean to be picky, but he did feel Heather could do better taking care of herself then she did. He just hated that Heather didn’t wear makeup on her days off, he wanted her to be always at her best, something he didn’t feel was unreasonable. Albert also felt Heather could be a bit annoying, she always seemed to want his attention, his affection, something he didn’t fell the need for except when he was horny. He lived with that, he did try to show his affection, giving her kisses and grabbing at her breasts when he was in the mood. The only thing you might call a bit odd with Albert was his desire to see Heather make love to someone else. In Albert’s mind it hadn’t always been that way, he readily admit he always liked it when other men looked, he’d even admit that caused some feelings in his pants, Albert surmised that was ok but he could at times get jealous. Even this desire he blamed more on Heather, then he did himself. Heather was a born flirt, and when she’d drink she would get really bold about being so. One night at a party, Albert had watched his wife with one of the other husbands, she had seemed really attracted to this man, eventually sneaking off with him to a quiet part of the house. The truth was Heather knew Albert had been watching her, he had been in one of his silent moods lately, something that drove her crazy, she wanted his attention and his affection. She saw a chance to make Albert jealous, something that hadn’t work often in the past but it had a few times. Heather hope his jealousy would lead to his paying more attention to her. Heather had against her better judgment allowed the man to lead her to a deserted part of the house, she had drunk way to much, and drinking to much always made her horny. She knew Albert had followed them, but when the guy put the make on her, trying to kiss her, she felt so naughty, so turned on by the situation that she let him. She did lose control for a while, allowing the guy to unbutton her blouse, lift her bra above her beasts then fondle them. Even Heather wasn’t sure how far she could have gone with this man if Albert hadn’t been watching, but she knew he was so she stopped the guy at that point, returning to the main party. Albert had at first been angry, but strangely not jealous, he’d even considered starting a fight with the guy, one he knew he’d lose, so he decided he’d best just stay put, see what happened. But as he watched an over powering lust over took him, he felt his penis growing as he saw his wife’s blouse being unbuttoned, he couldn’t help himself from rubbing his penis. It had turned out anticlimax, a letdown when Heather had broke it off. As soon as she’d walked away from the man, Albert hurried to the bathroom where he masturbated. That Albert reasoned was the night his obsession started, but the truth was Albert had always been a voyeur, even to the point of trying to expose Heather in front of open windows at their home. He’d always tell Heather he just wanted to show off how hot she was, make the neighborhood men jealous, but the truth was he wanted them to lust after her, wanted them to want her, and although he didn’t admit it to himself he wanted them to take her, take her so he could watch. Other factors played a part in Albert’s obsession, the internet, porn movies, magazines. He wanted Heather to be like the porn stars, like the women he read about on the internet, and in porn magazines. Women who were wild, women who begged for sex, women who screamed with lust and passion during orgasms. Heather just wasn’t like that, he felt it had to be him, other men could make her that way, but he couldn’t. If only he was built like a porn star, she’d beg to be fucked, she’d scream as he’d bring her to orgasm with his cock. He reasoned that if he couldn’t do so then at least he’d like to watch someone else do so. Albert really never understood his problem, he never understood Heather’s needs, she could scream in orgasm, she would have pleaded for him to continue oral sex, give her just one more orgasm, and then she would even beg him to fuck her, but she needed more then just being fucked to want that. That wildness, that passion, that lust was always there, always wanting to be let out, always waiting. Albert, like most men, was penis centered, his being smaller then average made that even worse, he never really read the love making stories, he preferred the ones where the women forsook the foreplay, getting right down to business, fucking and he never understood that the movies were so fake. Heather needed more then intercourse, much more, if he would have understood that he would not have needed other men to bring his wife to the point of ecstasy. Everything he needed to make Heather a wild passionate woman, he had, his hands, his fingers, his lips, his mouth, his tongue, and his mind, passion always starts in the mind. We all have our flaws, Heather had hers also, her biggest being her obsession with her beauty, her body, she was constantly worrying that she was getting fat, getting wrinkles. She worked out a lot, she stayed in shape, but you’d never know that to listen to her, of course everyone else could tell just by looking that Heather was beautiful, that Heather had a body most would die for. Heather had at one time, a time before Albert, had seen herself as beautiful, she had been content with her body, she often wished she was that woman again. She didn’t see that as a time without Albert, just a time that she would have been what Albert wanted. Heather’s other flaws aren’t really important to our little story, unless you call putting up with bad sex a flaw, maybe it is. Like most women, she had fantasies, most of them about sex with Albert, because it was a fantasy that sex with Albert could ever really be that great. She tried to communicate her needs, her wants, her desire. Albert would even try for a while but it always came back to him rushing everything, his goal intercourse. Heather couldn’t get into Albert’s mind, if she could have, she would have understood what he thought was to happen during sex, she would have known that in Albert’s mind, her passion, her orgasms, her lust had to be during intercourse, if she’d have known, there may have been a chance to fix that. If not at home, maybe a sex therapist. Albert never communicated any of that to Heather, he just continued feeling inadequate. Heather just continued thinking of Albert as a selfish lover. Maybe in a way Heather was right, Albert was selfish, their whole relationship was built around Albert and his me, me, me attitude. She had such a hard time trying to control his spending, he always wanted more then they could afford, and most of what he wanted were his wants only. They both worked, but the burden of taking care of the house fell on Heather, raising the children was Heather duty. They didn’t take vacations, Albert spent his vacation days on his hobbies, hunting, fishing, and snowmobiling, with his buddies. Heather overlooked that, she loved Albert, she wanted to please him, make him happy, be a good wife. Heather had never experienced great sex, but the sex she’d had with the three men before Albert, had been better. That didn’t really matter to Heather, she loved Albert, not those three other men. She had even tried acting over sexed when she first had gotten married, thinking that is what Albert wanted, she’d be after him all the time. It didn’t take her long to figure out that Albert was if anything under sexed once a week was fine with him. It never really was with Heather, the sex wasn’t great but she felt bonded and very close to Albert after intercourse. She even found out that Albert was good for only one ejaculation, at least most of the time, he’d lose interest after that. She wanted to do for him, masturbate him, give him oral until he came in her mouth, but when she did those things she got nothing, not even intercourse, she at least needed that. If she couldn’t have mind blowing orgasms, at least she could have that feeling a oneness as she’d run her fingertips across Albert’s back, as he laid on top of her, spent. She never really felt the need for another man, at least never a strong urge, she reasoned most everyone had those little urges. Everyone at some time wondered what it would be like with someone else, someone new. But the night after that party, the night when Albert had told her how turned on he was watching, was a complete shock to her. How could he get turned on, how could he want to watch her with another man. Heather wasn’t even sure why she made love to Albert that night, why she held him between her legs, not allowing him to move up on top of her when he was ready for intercourse. Wrapping her legs around Albert’s neck, then when he stopped using his tongue she held his head in her hands using his mouth to masturbate with. At least she didn’t admit why, but her fantasy of that man, that man she now wished she’d been alone with, betrayed her. She hated that Albert wanted her to make love to someone else, she hated that the idea of doing so turned her on. She hated that a desire was now kindled in her bosom, one she hoped she could control. One she was so sure she could control, she could never have sex with someone for just pleasure, just carnal lustful sex, she had to feel some love first, she reasoned. Heather had to know why Albert felt this way, she couldn’t think of anything else for a while. She’d broach the subject with Albert, but he wouldn’t tell her why, just tell her one of his fantasy, that wasn’t what she wanted but for some strange reason she’d get turned on, hearing his fantasies. After a while, they’d always end up in bed making love after one of their discussions. It got to the point that, that is all Albert would talk about when he wanted to make love. If Heather wanted to make love and Albert didn’t, she could count on dropping little hints about being unfaithful to stir his interest. In a way it wasn’t so bad, Heather would be able to force Albert into a little longer foreplay, a little more oral, and if worst came to worse she could get Albert to use their two recently purchased toys. One a vibrator shaped like a rather large penis, at least large compared to Albert, and the other a silver bullet. She’s even managed to have an orgasm or two during some of there love making. Heather even tried to moan some during intercourse, it didn’t seem natural to her, but she knew Albert wanted much more then that, she knew he desired her to scream, to beg, that is what she did in his fantasy world. She imagined that she could actually get really vocal during sex, if Albert would just continue the foreplay or use of the toys longer then he did. Heather could feel something, just at the edge, something she knew would be a marvelous feeling if only Albert would not stop so soon. Maybe if he’d last longer during intercourse, there were a couple of times she felt close to an orgasm during intercourse but a couple of minutes just wasn’t enough. Over time the fantasizing became the main part of Heather’s love making, she no longer even thought about making love just to feel bonded, just to feel that closeness. In some ways Heather was frustrated, Albert would only go so far, only let her get close before he’d climb on to have intercourse, finish to soon, and then be to spent to continue. One Friday after work a few of her coworkers invited Heather out for a drink, it wasn’t something she did very often. She needed to be home, she needed to take care of the children, get supper ready. It was that way for most of the married workers, all but one of the women going for a drink were either single or divorced. Heather wanted to go, it would be nice to just sip a drink, talk, maybe even flirt a little. Finally she called Albert, telling him more then asking him, not like Heather at all, she was going out after work. When he asked her how late she’d be, Heather told him most likely not very. Albert made some comment about her not having to come home at all if she just happened to meet someone she liked. That upset Heather, thinking to herself it would serve him right if I didn’t come home. Their play was fantasy and for Albert to suggest otherwise in Heather’s mind was an insult, only sluts did that kind of thing, but deep in her mind she had a desire, maybe even a hope she’d meet that someone. Heather and her friend, Linda, arrived at the club, ahead of everyone else. They decided to sit at the bar and wait to see how many would arrive before taking a table. Heather couldn’t help but notice the bartender, he was just to handsome, to much of a hunk, not to notice. He asked them what they wanted to drink and when he brought back their drinks he struck up a conversation. It was early, just past 4 p.m., the bar was nearly empty. It was obvious, when Linda introduced him as Luke, she knew him, but it was equally obvious that he had taken an interest in Heather. Luke didn’t hide that interest and as hard as Heather tried, she couldn’t hide her infatuation with him. When Luke left to wait on another customer, Linda told Heather right out that she’d had an affair with Luke, if he’d have been the marrying type, she’d have left her husband for him. Then she looked right into Heather eyes and said, "He’s hot for you, Heather, if your smart you’ll go with that, he’s the best fuck you’ll ever have. Every woman who comes in here wants him, you’ll see when the others arrive just how badly. He’s discrete to, your husband is never going to know." The thought that crossed Heather’s mind was, Albert would want to know, before responding with, "Do you really think he’s interested in me?" Linda rolled her eyes then replied, "You’ve got to be kidding, you know he is." Heather did, she knew they’d made a connection during those few brief moments of flirting. I could go into detail, I could talk about Luke being the owner, his living upstairs above the bar, about him calling in another bartender, so he could spend the night with Heather. About all the jealous hate stares she got from other women. About him taking her hand leading her upstairs, about her being torn about between being faithful and the lust she was feeling. About how the lust won out. About how he made love to her, about how it seemed to Heather like he’d know her body forever. About her screams of passion as he took her over the edge to orgasmic ecstasy. Not just one orgasm but one after, another, after another. About how good he felt inside of her, about how he gave Heather, her first vaginal orgasm, not just one but many during the course of their time together. About how Linda was still waiting when she came back to the darkened bar, about Linda driving Heather home then pouring gin on her dress so Albert would never know. But Albert knew, he saw it in her look, a contented look, she smelled of sex, she smelled of another man. He didn’t press it, Heather knew Albert knew but she went on as if nothing had happened, she didn’t speak of it, she couldn’t share it. A Tear Trickled Down Her Cheek Over the course of the next six mouths, Heather worked lots of overtime, overtime a lie, a lie shared with Albert, because Albert knew. Heather hated that he knew, hated that he’d be so lustful when she’d finally come home. Over time Heather and Luke started to become friends, always lovers first but their friendship grew. Heather confined in Luke that Albert had this strange desire to have her make love to someone. If he could have his way it would be more then just one man. That he wanted to watch, he wanted to see her in the throws of passion, passion like only Luke had ever shown her. She even wanted to tell Albert, but something inside of her stopped her. She admitted to Luke that Albert did know, but if she ever openly reveled that to Albert, he’d want to watch, watching was something she just could not let happen. Heather hated sneaking behind Albert back, even thought he knew, she couldn’t help but feeling deceitful. Her only way out was to give up Luke. Heather couldn’t give up Luke, she liked Luke, she enjoyed his company but most of all she loved having sex with Luke. He taught her so much, she’d tried everything with Luke, she could play with him, stroke him, suck him to his explosion, that never stopped him from making love to her. She loved the taste of his seed, she loved the taste of their mixed love juices, as she’d clean him after intercourse. She loved feeling his penis in her throat, as she deep throated him. He was so gentle during anal sex, bringing her to climax with his finger on her clitoris. Heather even loved putting her finger in Luke’s anus during a blow job, he loved the feeling, so she loved giving him that pleasure. Luke in turn loved teaching Heather, he truly liked her, he felt she was more then just a sex partner, she was his friend. Luke had to admit that Heather was a fast learning, she had gone past any of his other sexual partner’s, she was the best he’d ever been with. When they made love it was as if they were one, one body and one soul. Luke had this urge, a strange urge, he wanted Albert to watch, he wanted Albert to see Heather as his partner, he wanted to show Albert what a wild, lustful, passionate woman Heather really was. He wanted to make Albert listen, as Heather screamed out in lust, wanted Albert to watch as she begged him to make love to her, penetrate her. He wanted Albert to see him take her to places Albert could not, or would not. Heather refused that, thinking it would in the end hurt Albert, she loved Albert, she had no intention of hurting him. Luke was almost sure he could demand that, Heather would not give him up, she could not go back, she loved sex with him to much, maybe if he was lucky it was more then mere lust maybe it was love. Forcing the issue of Albert watching would be risky, Luke just couldn’t take the risk of Heather being out of his life. He decided on another plan, a slow tedious plan, the first step was to get Heather over her fear of being watched. It took a while, at first having one his employees come in at just the right moment. Later he arranged for an old friend to come visit just after Heather would arrive. He kissed her, cuddled with her, fondled her but didn’t go to far that first time. The next time he went a little future, until one time she didn’t stop him, she let him make love to her. Heather actually did know Luke wanted others to watch, the idea turned her on, she couldn’t figure out why it was only Albert, whom she didn’t want to watch. Eventually Luke introduced Heather to the idea of a threesome, she did object at first, but a threesome had interested Heather, she just didn’t want Luke to know how interested she was in the idea. Luke wasn’t overly comfortable with the idea, he’d shared women before but this was different, this was Heather. But he’d do anything to humiliated Albert, he could think of no better humiliation then Heather making love to more then one man, each of them bringing out more of her passion then Albert had ever done. Heather, enjoyed the experience, she was amazed by her own capacity to feel lust, to have so much sex and still come back for more. Heather still heaped lots of attention on Luke, she was smart, she knew how to make Luke feel he was still the best, still number one. Luke found he did like sharing Heather, seeing her in action, it was somehow a very satisfying experience watching her, seeing her instead of being part of the actions, in a way he felt he was watching his own creation. Luke was a little shocked and upset when Heather suggested they tried adding a few more men, more shocked when she told him the names of the men she wanted to add but he went along with the idea, what better way to humiliated Albert. Heather had over time lost all of her inhibitions, it was a slow process, her lust playing a part, but even more important was her new found power over men. She loved that feeling of power, in her prior roll she saw men as the masters, men in control, she was amazed how much control sex had over the men in her life. Heather loved being naked in front of her men, their praise of her body, their assurances of just how beautiful she was gave her confidence, made her see herself as she truly was. Albert’s picking at her, telling her she needed to work out more, telling her she needed to fix herself up, didn’t matter any more, she knew that other men didn’t need that they saw her as a beautiful, sensual woman. Heather loved screaming, at time so loud she supposed the neighbors could hear. The screaming uncontrollable and to Heather that met she had finally let completely go of all of her inhibitions, allowing her to feel the complete experience. She found she like talking dirty, telling the men what to do to her, even using the c word sometimes. "Lick my cunt, you bastard." Or "Fuck this bitch’s pussy with that hard cock of yours." Sometimes more gentle, like "Oh baby, your big cock feels so good inside of me." But Heather had rules to, she had to be made love to, it didn’t matter if it was one of her men, a combination, or all five of them, yes Heather had picked her men, she saw them as hers, each had to make love to her, one at a time before she’d participate in any group activities. She really did get off when one of her men gave her oral after another had given her his seed. Heather was not unfair to them, she didn’t like a three way but her men all seemed to love it, she would do some on occasion, just to please them. Heather did love do be taken doggie style while she gave one of them a blow job, she liked having Luke in her mouth the most, he tasted so much better, she was partial to Jim, the only black man of her men, for intercourse, he was bigger then the rest and he also lasted longer most of the time. In Heather’s mind she still felt she was cheating, but how could she really be cheating, Albert would be overjoyed at this turn of events. She knew, Albert knew, at least he knew there was somebody, she didn’t think he could even imagine her with five men. Finally it came to a point that Heather felt she had to tell Albert, he knew but she hadn’t told him, she was trying of the lying, this game her and Albert played of mutual deceit. Heather knew once she openly admitted that she was having sex with others, Albert would insist that he be there that he get to watch. Heather wasn’t so sure Albert would find watching so wonderful. For one thing her men were gorgeous, each fit, each having beautiful bodies, each being so much better endowed then Albert. Much less seeing her as she really was, she could be so animalistic during sex, so carnivorous. But she wanted to bring it all out in the open, it was time, she’d considered at first just having Luke present but decided instead that she wanted Albert to see her as she now was, and just one man wasn’t her, if Albert couldn’t take it then so be it. If it wasn’t for Albert, Heather felt she wouldn’t be in this situation, she wouldn’t be addicted to sex, addicted to five men. In a way Heather was starting to dislike Albert, a really good man, a man worth anything wouldn’t want his wife with other men. He’d make sex enjoyable at home, he’d show her passion, kindle that passion in her, give her orgasms wouldn’t he? The decision was made, Heather told Luke it was time, time for Albert to find out, to watch, she instructed him to set it up for the coming Friday night. Friday came, Heather called Albert at three p.m., after some small talk and Heather explaining to Albert that the children were spending the weekend at her mom’s she said, "Albert tonight your fantasy comes true, I’m not so sure you really can handle the reality but it’s what you want. I can’t handle the lies, you’ve know for a while now, I don’t know how you couldn’t have know. You’ve seen the way I look when I get home at two or three in the morning. You had to have smelled the scent of sex, the smell of other men. You’ve even made love to me when I’ve had other men’s seed in me, you’ve felt it, you’ve even tasted it." Heather started crying but continued in spite of her sops. "I don’t understand you Albert, I don’t know why you didn’t stop me, I can’t be stopped now. You wanted a slut for a wife, your wish has come true, I’m all the slut you’ll ever need. That isn’t enough for you is it Albert, you want to watch, you want to see me, well you may not like what you see." After pausing trying to come to terms with emotions, a mixture of both fear and anger, Heather spoke again, this time softly barely audible, "Albert, you don’t have a choice, you well watch, you well come to Attitudes, it’s a bar on 32nd street, be there at six. Be there or you wouldn’t like what happens next." The whole idea excited Albert, of course he knew, he’d even followed Heather a couple of times, when she first started working overtime. If he could have he would have watched, he even went up the fire escape one night, hoping to find a window he could see into. He was caught that night, a big black man had chased him, he’d been so scared that he hadn’t had the courage to go back. Albert could smell sex on her when she came home, the first time he tasted another man’s sperm on her vaginal lips he ejaculated, the climax strong. It excited him, he had fantasies of Heather making love to this other man, her moaning, her screaming, her begging to fucked. He couldn’t wait to watch. Arriving a little before six, Albert looked around the dark club looking for Heather, she was sitting at a table with a number of men, when they made eye contract, Heather leaned over saying something to a black man sitting next to her, then pointed at Albert. Albert watched as the black man approached him, he wondered if he had been the man who had chased him that night, when he was within a few feet the black man took hold of Albert’s hand shaking it as he said. "I’m Jim, one of Heather’s friends, I’m to be your escort for tonight. Heather said to get you a drink then follow her upstairs for some fun. I have to say man, you have one hell of a wife, she is a real handful. She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, white or black, she can milk a man dry, but you know that already, don’t you." Jim wasn’t so sure he liked this man, he wasn’t much for black men, and it was evident that Heather had something going on with him. But Albert couldn’t help but wonder if it was true what he’d heard about black men having big cocks. That must be it Heather loved his big black cock, the thought stirred inside Albert’s pants. Albert turned to look at Heather, he saw she had left the table and was walking to the back of the room with a group of men. Albert was anxious, he wanted to get this moving along, it seemed like it took forever to get his drink. When he finally did, he followed Jim to the back of the room and up a flight of stairs. Evidently they had started without him, Heather was in the arms of one of the men, he’d later find out his name was Luke, her silk blouse unbuttoned and his hand fondling her breast, Heather wasn’t wearing a bra, something she always had as far as Albert knew. "The guest of honor has finally arrived. Come over and give your wife a kiss, lover boy," Heather said as she turned her back to the man holding her, then opened her arms waiting for him. As Albert approached, Heather snuggled up close to the man behind her, his arms encircled her body, causing Albert to hesitate. "Don’t be afraid honey, Luke won’t bite you, were all friends here. We all share, or should I say they all share me. Now get over here and give me that kiss." Albert felt as if he was in a trace, his body responding to Heather’s demand as if it had a will of it’s own. When he was within reach, Heather put her arms around him, pulling him tightly against her body. Kissing him as if they were in the heat of the moment, a passionate, hard kiss, her tongue probing the inside of his mouth. Heather had never kissed him like this, he seemed passive, she the aggressor, so unlike Heather, Albert thought. He was so close he could feel the other man’s hands moving up Heather’s stomach, up to her breasts, holding them, fondling them. He felt Heather’s release her hold, push him back just a little, take his hand in hers, moving it to the hand on her breast, holding it there. He felt the hand under his moving, kneading Heather’s breast. He heard a moan escape Heather’s lips. He felt Heather’s other hand move to his crouch, then her saying, "I see you like this Albert. So stupid of me to have worried you wouldn’t like the reality of it all." Heather then broke contact saying "I think it’s time for introductions. Albert this is Luke, my main squeeze as they say," squeezing his penis thought his pants as she said that, "the love of my life, that is next to you. The man who showed me just how amazing sex really is. I guess I’d better not think to much about that love part, Luke’s afraid of those three little words, I’d have to rethink, the next to part," stressing the next to part, "if he ever did say them. Come on honey shake his hand, his hand hasn’t been anywhere yours hasn’t been." Albert took Luke’s hand but didn’t say anything, next she introduced, Richard, telling Albert about how good his tongue was. Then Billy, saying he was the best kisser in the world. Then Terry, saying he was just a good old boy, good at everything, a girl couldn’t go wrong with him. Then saying "You’ve already met Jimmy, you may have already guessed it, your the one who told me black men were hung, well if Jimmy is any measure, your right because he is hung. Lover, I didn’t mention it but each of my men are hung, men who are hung are habit forming. Jimmy is just hung a little better then the rest. Jimmy thinks I have the best pussy in the world, he say I know how to milk a cock." Saying the last with a big confident smile on her face. Heather put her arms around Albert again, stood on her tip toes and pulled his ear to her lips, "How this for being a slut, you like it so far." Not getting an answer she slid her hand over his manhood, and then said "I feel, I have your approval. Let see how much more of a slut I can be." With that Heather told Jimmy to put on some music, it was just perfect for a strip tease, it just wasn’t Heather who was being stripped, she did so to her men. Making sure she got on her knees as she pulled their pants off, making a big deal about how beautiful each one of their penises and testicles were, as she fondled then, stroked them, sucked on them, but being careful to not go beyond what she had with Albert, no cuming in her mouth, no deep throating. Heather was going slowly, playing with her men, pleasuring them but checking frequently for any look of displeasure or panic in Albert’s face. When she came to Albert she swallowed hard, she hesitated, should she make him part of this, would that be to much for him, she was angry with him, she felt betrayed by him, by his lust, by her being caught up in that, now by her own lust, but she felt something for him. She didn’t want to hurt him, she didn’t know what she wanted from him. He couldn’t compare physically with any of her men, it didn’t cross her mind that she wasn’t thinking of him as one of her men, but if she left him out, if she treated him differently would that not be even more evident to him that she saw a difference, that she felt so much disappointment in him. A disappointment that went beyond any of his physical traits. A disappointment, that hadn’t yet fully formed in Heather’s mind, a thought hanging there as the fog after a fall rain. What was the right approach, let him only watch or make him part of the fun. She elected to at least try to include him, so she stripped him just as she had the other, she could sense his embarrassment, she saw if in the way he covered his manhood. Forcing Albert’s hands away, Heather praised his penis, as she had the others, fondled him, stroked him, sucked him, she hadn’t really given Albert a lot of oral attention before, making it brief for fear he’d cum. This time she did, she went on to long, she took his whole penis in her mouth, something that is her mind wasn’t really deep throating, he just wasn’t big enough to reach much of her throat. When she felt him stiffen she considered stopping, but she knew Albert, he’d be spent, she wouldn’t have to worry about faking a orgasm with him, he’d be contend, maybe this was the best approach. Albert was amazed at his wife’s oral skill, he never dreamed she could give head like this, her mouth, her tongue it was amazing and when she took all of him in, he couldn’t hold off, he had to cum, he exploded, he’d never felt so much force before in his life. His body stiffened, he felt dizzy, it was the most amazing experience he’d very had, when he was finished he felt weak, his body shuck, he had to sit down, almost falling, he sat down in an over stuffed chair, he laid his head back, his eyes rolled back, he couldn’t focus, his mind couldn’t focus. By the time he recovered enough to consider what was happening around him, Heather was on the floor making love to Luke, he was between her legs, she was screaming in one orgasms after another, he couldn’t belief how loud she was, the sounds she was making, her constant panting. Her screams of "oh my god, oh my god" over and over again. When she had had enough she forcefully pushed Luke on his back, saying "I need that cock of yours inside me, I want that big cock, I want you now." He watched as she climbed on top of him, lowering herself on to Luke’s cock, while guiding him into her vagina, she was like a woman possessed, she couldn’t get enough of him, he saw her stiffen, he saw her toes curl, he saw her throw her head back in ecstasy as her orgasm hit. It went on and on, she had another orgasm, she panted, she moaned, she screamed. It wasn’t enough, she wanted more, she got off of Luke, she begged him to fuck her doggie, when he did she begged for it harder, she asked him to spank her, he did, with each slap her rear became redder, her screams louder, her orgasms stronger. When Luke was finally spend Richard was there, Heather was again on her back, Richard between her legs, Heather thrashing, screaming, begging. When she’d had enough oral she told Richard to get the lube she wanted him form behind. Richard was happy to do so, Heather had intended to not show Albert this, she’d never had anal intercourse with him but she was lost in her lust, it was carnal, it was beyond anything she had experienced before. Albert was here, Albert was watching, she let go completely, holding nothing back. If Heather’s mind had been able to focus on anything but her pleasure, she’d have know this was her final step, her final liberation. She’d have know she wasn’t any longer a slut, a slut is controlled, a slut is used. Heather was in control, Heather was the user, the men had become hers, in essence they had become her sluts. A Tear Trickled Down Her Cheek Albert loved every minute of it, he was amazed when Heather made love to Jimmy, he was so large, he found it impossible to believe she wouldn’t scream out in pain, but there was no pain, only screams of pleasure. He couldn’t believe his own eyes, when Heather took on three of the men, each filling one of her openings. When the men were spent, Heather wasn’t, she did herself with her fingers, she got a box of toys, using each to pleasure herself with, even Heather couldn’t believe how lustful she was, how much she needed, how much she wanted. Looking at Albert seeing him hard again gave her an idea, she knew she couldn’t feel him, not now, he was much to small. She whispered something to Luke he nodded, she went down on him, Albert saw him growing in her mouth, he couldn’t believe this man, he’d made love to Heather at least five times already, and he was hard again. Heather stood up, threw her hair back, her stance almost defiant. Albert looked at her, she was wet with perspiration, cum all over her pussy, cum dripping down her legs, cum on her breast, cum on her chin, cum in her hair. Heather looked the part, Heather looked like a slut, Heather was a slut. Heather was his slut, what a fool Albert was. Heather took Albert by the hand, following Luke as he walked to the kitchen table, watched as Luke sat down on it, Luke’s legs spread wide, Heather getting on top of Luke, her legs on his, slowing sliding down his penis, one arm supporting her the other spread wide to Albert, beckoning him to her, her hand around his penis, her pulling him close, her guiding him into her, into her all ready filled vagina. He had expected her to be to tight, he didn’t find her at all that way, that is not until he felt her tighten her muscle, she was milking him, milking him just as Jimmy had said she could, milking him while he was against another man’s cock. Heather pulled Albert to her beasts, his face became smeared with the other men’s sperm, she smelled of sperm, she tasted of sperm, Albert loved it, he lusted for it, he suckled at her breast. When he felt his orgasm approach, he knew it would be even better then the last, it was. Heather felt Albert stiffen, it was happening to fast, he was going to cum to soon, she needed more from him, he couldn’t give it to her, he backed away, he again fell in a chair. As she beckoned Jimmy to come between her legs, she looked at Albert, what a pathetic little man he was, how had she ever felt anything for him. He wasn’t a man, if he had been she wouldn’t now have two men, two real men between her legs. As she screamed out in orgasm, a tear trickled down her cheek, a tear for something lost, a tear for a dream. A tear for a man who never existed.