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How Did this All Happen? Ch. 01

By: Linda Jean



I sit here wondering to myself how everything happened to me these last three months. I married my husband when I was twenty-one he is a year older than I am. I had decided before high school that I would be a virgin for my husband. I wanted to give to my husband a gift that could only be given once.

The night before our wedding my mother told me that men have a tendency to be quick and sometimes do not know how to have good sex with their wives. She told me if they were not experienced that it could even be a disaster. She told me that the important thing for me to do was, no matter what happens when he is finished, I need to tell him he was great even if he wasn't.

I knew my Peter; I knew that he would be the perfect husband. I just knew that my mother had no idea what she was talking about. But she did; my wedding night was every bit of a disaster. Peter was in too much of a hurry and he took my virginity with little foreplay. Well, none, to be honest with you.

Now I knew that being a virgin there would be a price to pay, I knew that it was supposed to hurt the first time, and I was willing to pay that price on my wedding night.

He laid me down, kissed me, opened my legs and entered me with force. I hurt and bit my lip in pain. I moaned in pain as he took me. I wanted to scream but that was another thing my mother told me I should not do. Peter came quickly and by the time he pulled out, my hole felt numb. He rolled over breathing hard and asked me, "How was it?" 

I was in pain but I knew I could not tell him. I told him, "It was everything I ever imagined, you were fantastic, and I loved it."

When I heard him begin to snore, I got up and went into the bathroom. I sat on the stool and I peed, wiped myself and saw blood on the paper. I knew that came from Peter ripping my vagina. I burned between my legs. 

Now while I was a virgin at 21, I had been enjoying climaxes ever since I was 12. I masturbated two, and sometimes three times a week. When I began to menstruate I really became horny during that time on the month. I had expected being with my husband to make me feel good but it did not.

When Peter woke up, he wanted to do it again, and this time it did not hurt like it did the night before. I was very thankful for that. He still was way too fast to finish. I felt nothing at all. But I again told him how great he was. 

That time when I went into the bathroom to clean up, I sat on the stool and masturbated. Peter had only managed to spark my desire for a climax; after all, he had two and up till then I had nothing whatsoever.

It took him almost a year making love to me before I actually had an orgasm with him inside of me. Before then it was always the same thing: we make love, I go to the bathroom and masturbate like crazy having my own orgasm. Even that first time that he made me climax, it was nothing like when I did it myself. 

Maybe I expected too much. I don't know. I do know that if it wasn't for the poor sex my marriage would have been perfect. I sort of felt like my mother had said, it was all a trade-off. For security and a happy marriage.

Peter was very successful; he made over $100,000 plus his bonuses. He worked for an office supply giant and for two years in a row he was top salesman. He came home one day and said that the CEO called him and he, along with another man, was being considered for vice president in charge of worldwide sales. 

We were both ecstatic. I did not understand why, but the interview was for both of us. The CEO wanted to meet the candidates, along with their wives. We landed at the airport and the company sent a limo to pick us up. They put us up at a very lovely hotel. Our appointment was for 5 p.m. with the CEO and his wife for dinner and drinks.

We got ready and went down to the car that came to pick us up. The driver took us to a huge estate and we were met at the door by a butler dressed in tails. He introduced us to Mr. and Mrs. Gamble. Harriet (Mrs. Gamble) was stunning. She gave me a hug and she was so lovely she could have been a model. Mr. Gamble gave me a hug and told me that I was lovely, to which Harriet agreed.

I had always known that I was a knockout, but I sort of lost that feeling a long time ago. Gary (Mr. Gamble) took my arm and led me into a huge room with a bar; he took me to a stool and went behind the bar. Harriet took Peter's arm and led him to one of the three big leather sofas.

We got to know each other and I had a wonderful time. When we finished dinner we went back into the den again for after dinner drinks. It was then that the job came up. Gary asked me how I felt about Peter being vice president. He asked me how I felt about his doing so much traveling. He told me that Peter would be out a lot, watching over the flock, so to speak. I told him that I understood that it would only be one or two days a week.

He laughed and said, "Oh, sure, there will be weeks like that, but for the most part, he will be out for a week at a time. That is why it has a $400,000 salary plus bonuses."

That was the first that I had heard of what Peter was going to make, I knew that he was excited about getting this job, and now I understood why. I laughed and said, "For that kind of money, I will not mind if my Peter was out on the road, just as long as I could have him on the weekends."

We all laughed and after the second drink Gary stood and so did Harriet. Peter and I also stood and Gary put out his hand, saying, "Welcome to the company, I'll arrange for your moving and if you call my secretary, Floe, she will give you the realtor we use. He can find you a house in a day or two. You were told that anything over $500 you pay, right?" Peter said, "Yes, I was informed."

Harriet came over and hugged me, saying, "Welcome to the family." We left on Cloud Nine. The next day we flew home and put our house up for sale. The mover arrived and off we moved to Kansas City where the parent company was.

We arrived and the company put us up at the hotel. We found a lovely 6,000-square-foot estate with a lovely backyard and pool. It was a five-bedroom house, with den, TV room, office, and a basement that was set up to be a home gym complete with sauna. The maid's room was just off the kitchen. 

Never in my wildest dream would I have ever thought I would be in a house like this, let alone own it. It was on the market for $1 million; we offered $900,000 and they took it.

The movers moved us in and the company sent over a decorator that set everything up. We just gave her the money she needed to get our house set up and everything was set in less than one week after we arrived. Everything was moving so fast.

Saturday, Peter came home, informing me that the company was having a welcome party for us that night. I had two hours to get ready. I was rushed but I managed to doll myself up and when we left the house, Peter kept telling me how great I looked. 

When we arrived at the get-together in our honor, the room was full. We were split up and I was meeting one person after another. Gary handed me a drink and I drank it down. There was music playing and some of the couples were dancing. I looked all over for Peter but it was so crowded I did not see him. I kept getting distracted by different men asking me to dance again and, of course, being the guest of honor I could not say no. 

I felt very alive, man after man held me dancing, telling me how lovely I was. I felt myself becoming sexually stimulated by all the attention. By my third drink, I was downright horny. I did not think anything of it; I should have because normally two drinks and I am toast. I wasn't feeling drunk at all, not even a buzz. I kept looking around for Peter; I wanted to get him alone in the bathroom and have him fuck me. I mean, I was becoming so turned on that all I could think about was having sex. 

Soon I stopped looking around for Peter and I started to think and fantasize about the different men I was dancing with. I was so fucking hot that when this one man held me close I rubbed myself against his leg, I could feel the pressure of his leg against me and it really turned me on even more. 

I felt him bring his hand to my chin and I felt him lift my face up as he put his lips on mine. I lost it. I mean, I moaned as I rubbed my groin on his leg and we kissed. I had not been kissed like that ever! My head was spinning and all I could think of was the pleasure I was having as this man kissed me and I ground myself against him. When the song ended, another man replaced him and we were all over each other. 

After the third man and I were grinding on each out on the dance floor I had a tiny climax. Just as that song ended he broke the kiss. But I did not want to stop kissing him or stop grinding my groin against his leg; I wanted him in the worse way. We broke the kiss and I looked into his eyes and I said, "Take me someplace." He lead me a few steps away, but then Gary walked up to us, saying, "My turn to dance with the hottest woman here tonight." 

The man I was walking with put the hand he was leading me with into my husband's boss's hand. Gary was right, I was hot as hell. We hit the dance floor and I melted into his arms and instantly I clung to him, grinding myself against him just as I had the men before him. I felt yet another climax coming on me as we stood there grinding to the music. I felt my whole body tremble as it hit me. I raised my head to his and we kissed hard as I came as I fucked my groin against his leg. I have no idea how long I came but it seemed as if I just would not stop climaxing.

When the song ended Gary took my hand and led me to a door and down the stairs we went. I could not think of anything else other than wanting to have sex. I wanted him to fuck me. He opened a door and we went inside. It was a lovely room. There was a big bed in the center of it, on the bed was Peter and he was passed out. 

Gary said. "I thought it best for you to come down here and have sex with your husband, but it looks like he is too drunk to perform. See if you can wake him." 

I saw Peter and I wanted him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. I walked over and shook him. I shook him hard. "Wake up, damn you! I need you to fuck me! Come on, baby, wake up, Goddamn it, Peter, wake up or I'm gonna fuck Gary!"

He did not wake, he just laid there. I felt Gary move in behind me and I felt him reach under my dress. I felt him as he moved his hands up to my panties and move the crotch aside, I felt his fingers slide into me very wet, very hot hole. He said, "Unzip his pants, and play with his cock, maybe that will wake him up."

I did as he suggested. I unzipped my husband's pants and I pulled out his limp dick. Gary said, "I know what will wake him up: Kiss his dick, that will wake him up."

For years and years Peter had tried to get me to suck his cock. I had refused every time because I did not want something that was inside of me going into my mouth. This time I was ready to do anything to wake him up; I needed him to fuck me. I bent over and put his dick in my mouth. I began to suck it as Gary lifted the back of my dress and I felt him pull my panties down. I lifted my legs one at a time to step out of them. 

I played with Peter's balls as I bobbed up and down on his now-stiffening cock. I felt Gary move in behind me and I felt his cock push against me. I pushed back as I bobbed up and down faster as Peter's cock kept getting hard. I began to climax and I felt Gary cram himself as deep as he could inside of me. I came and came.

He pulled out and I kept sucking on Peter's cock. I then felt another man move behind me and another hard cock slide into me, this man was bigger than Gary. I mean he was fatter, much more filling. I felt my husband's cock begin to pulse in my mouth. He was coming and just as I was going to pull my head back, I felt hands on the back of my head and heard someone say, "Swallow, swallow, drink his cum."

I gulped as his seed shot from him into my mouth. It was salty and slimy. I somehow managed to swallow his seed while at the same time climaxing with the man fucking me. The man fucking me pulled back and I raised my head to breathe. I saw Gary standing there talking to me as yet another man moved in behind me. I moaned as he began fucking me. Gary said, "He almost woke up, Linda. Suck him some more. You want him to fuck you, don't you, honey?"

I moaned and said, "Yeah, oh fuck, yeah, I need him to fuck me." I bent back down and took his now limp cock in my mouth again. I kept being fucked over and over and Peter did get hard one more time. He even came again, this time I did not need anyone to hold my head down as I swallowed his seed. 

When he came that time Gary said, "Looks like you can't wake him up, honey. Why don't we just lay down next to him and that way you can fuck the rest of the boys on your back. How's that sound, Linda? You still want to get fucked, don't you, baby?"

I looked up at him as the man fucking me moaned and deposited his seed in me from behind. He pulled out and Gary led me to the other side of the bed where he laid me down next to my husband. I laid there and raised my knees. Gary said, "Tell us what you want, Linda. The boys are here to give you what you want. All you need to do is tell us."

I reached down to my sopping wet pussy, I rubbed my clit, and I felt all the sperm running out of me. I looked up at Gary and said, "I want to be fucked, I need to be fucked."

Gary said, "You heard her, boys, everyone gets one turn with her and keep filming." I saw a good-looking man get on the bed and I reached down to guide him into me. I felt his hard cock and I loved the way it felt in my hands as he moved against my hole. He rammed in and out of me hard. He came, got up and another man replaced him. I moaned and I came some more. It seemed that no matter how many times I came or how many times I was fucked I wanted more and more. 

I felt the man fucking me cram himself hard inside of me, then pull out and get up. I expected another man to replace him but the room was empty -- or so I thought. I felt the bed move and I looked to see what man was next. What I saw was Harriet, naked, getting on the bed! She moved to my belly and began kissing my tummy. As she kissed, she moved around and lifted her leg to straddle my head. I looked up at her and I saw her black bush. It was small and trimmed. I was looking at a woman's pussy for the first time in my life. I could see that she had a very wet pussy. 

I also could see sort of a white milky substance oozing from her. I felt her mouth reach my clit and she began to gently suck it. I could hear her moaning as she began licking my pussy. I felt and heard her sucking my hole. At some point in all that I lifted my head to smell her. I wanted to put my mouth and lips on her clit; I wanted to taste what I knew had to be men's sperm oozing from her as it was from me. 

I don't know what happened to me but all of a sudden I was consumed with lust. I pulled her down to my face, I licked and swallowed, I sucked at her hole and swallowed, I moved to her clit and sucked it hard as I could. I came and came with her doing the same to me. I felt her pull up away from me and I clung to her trying to hold her down. 

I wanted more and she was finished. I reached down and played with my sore pussy as I watched her walk away and I called to her to come back. She left the room and I fell asleep after one last tiny climax.

Sunday morning, I woke up naked and in bed next to my husband, I laid there and I realized that I was sore as hell between my legs. All of a sudden I remembered what had happened last night. It wasn't a dream, it had happened. I reached down between my legs and I was clean, but sore. 

I laid there looking up at the ceiling wondering if I should say anything to Peter. I mean, what do I say to him? How do I tell him that I begged every man at the party to fuck me while he laid there sleeping next to me? I then remembered sucking my husband's dick while he laid there and that he came in my mouth. I remembered swallowing his seed. I then remembered Harriet. I remembered all the men's sperm that I sucked out of her as she did me. I became very ill; I jumped up and ran to the bathroom adjacent the bedroom. I knelt down and puked my guts out.

I stood and got in the shower, I turned it on as hot as I could stand it and then just a little more. I figured maybe I could scald myself clean somehow. I scrubbed myself almost raw. I heard Peter come into the bathroom and pee. He finished and stepped into the shower with me. His hands were all over me and he had an erection. I knew what he wanted so we kissed a little and then I bent over offering myself to him. He took me and when he finished we got out. 

Drying off, Peter said to me, "Boy, that was some party; I guess I had a little too much to drink. I am surprised I do not have a hangover. I was out of it last night. I guess Gary did not want us driving home. Boy, he and Harriet are going to be great friends, don't you think?"

I did not know what to say to that. I remembered everything that happened last night and to me they were far from being my friends. They had to have drugged Peter to knock him out so early in the evening, then they must have drugged me. But what they gave me did not knock me out. Whatever they gave me got me so turned on that I became insatiable. Reason and inhibitions had been tossed aside and I could not stop the sexual desire in me. I just could not get enough sex no matter what. 

Everything was so clear, I almost wished they had given me that date rape drug I had been warned about, that "Rohypnol" something. They say that girls that are given that pill get have sex and never have any memory of it happening. Why couldn't they have used that drug?

I managed to get dressed but I could not find my panties. I even asked Peter if he had them in his pocket. He laughed and asked, "Did you even wear any?" I gave him a dirty look and said, "Why wouldn't I wear panties? That is just sick, of course, I wore panties!"

My dress was long enough and we were leaving. I wanted out of this house so bad, I had hoped that I would not have to look at Gary or his wife before we left (or ever again, for that matter).

We went upstairs and people were everywhere. Some were having breakfast, some were sleeping on the many sofas. We were almost to the door before Gary walked up with his wife. Harriet spoke first, saying, "Dear, it was so nice of you to come last night to your welcome party. I hope you will never forget that this party set up just for you. Welcome to the company and plan to be here next Friday night for our weekly get-together." 

Peter said, "We'll be here. Maybe I won't get so drunk and miss it all again. Thank you for letting us stay in your guest room last night. I guess I was not in any shape to drive. Linda seemed to have fun, didn't you, dear?" 

I did not know what to say. I looked at Peter then to Harriet and to Gary. Do I say nothing or do I blurt out what his boss and wife put me through last night while he laid passed out next to me? I smiled and said, in a matter-of-fact tone, "It is a night I will never forget." Harriet smiled and said, "I was hoping you would say that, dear. Call me tomorrow. Let's have drinks."

She put out her hand to me; I took it and shook it. She said, "Be ready to go at ten sharp. I'll pick you up. We will do some shopping first. I know we are going to be very close." I said, "I'll be ready."

I had no intention of being ready, I would never step foot in this sick house for the rest of my life. Peter could throw a fit for all I cared. These people were sick, they were perverts. I sat quietly in the car as we were driven home by the limo. Peter was on Cloud Nine. He was happy about his new job and he had no idea what they did to us last night. How was I going to tell him? What on earth could I do to get him to not work for them? Would he believe me if I told him?

How Did this All Happen? Ch. 02



All the way home Peter went on and on about what a great party it was and how his new boss and wife liked us. I had never seen Peter this excited in his whole life. He was going to be making so much money and we were going to life the high life for once. The only thing he did not understand was the price that I paid for it last night.

We got home and I still felt sick, I could not get the taste out of my mouth. I wanted to wipe my memory clean of the way I acted last night. I had Peter open a bottle of wine so we could celebrate some more. (That is what I told him anyway.) I wanted to get drunk, and then maybe I would forget last night and the way I acted.

I managed to drink so much that I did pass out. I woke the Monday morning with my head throbbing and the doorbell ringing. I got up, put my robe on and walked to the front door. I looked at the clock and it was ten after twelve. I opened the door and there stood Harriet. Her arms were crossed and she was tapping her toe. I blinked and shaded my eyes from the bright sun. She did not wait to be invited in, but just walked past me and coldly said, "Shut the damn door and get in here."

I was stunned. She came to my house, giving me orders! This cunt had some fucking nerve. I shut the door and as I started to speak, she lifted her finger and said, "No, no, you don't. You just listen to me, little lady. I told you I would pick you up two hours ago. I told you that I was taking you shopping. I wanted to do this the easy way, but now you will have to get it the hard way."

She reached in her bag and pulled out a videotape. She walked to our VCR and put it in. She said sternly, "Sit down and watch. Don't say a fucking word and just watch. There is a lot at stake."

Like I said, I was stunned. I sat on the couch and I watched as the screen lit up. It was a picture of me, dancing and grinding on the man's leg. He turned my face to him and we kissed, a long, hot passionate kiss, with me grinding faster and faster against his leg. The dance ended and another man replaced him. I did the same thing to him.

I heard a woman's voice that I did not recognize ask, "Where is her husband?" The other voice said, "Let's see if we can find him." The camera moved and there was Peter laid out on a bed. The woman's voice then said, "Let's get back and see what she does next."

The camera went back to the dance floor where I was humping the leg of yet another man. I had my right leg on the floor and my left leg was wrapped around the man's leg and I was grinding myself hard against his leg. And there was no question as to what I was doing; I was literally fucking his leg out on the dance floor. I swear I watched myself have a small climax. The camera never showed the man's face clearly, but I knew it was Gary and I was all over him. We broke the kiss and we walked to the door that went downstairs to the guest bedroom. The camera followed us as Gary had his hand under my dress cupping my ass, I was kissing his neck and moaning as we walked. I thought it was strange that the camera never showed Gary's face. 

The door opened and there was a man on the bed who I just knew was Peter because of his clothes on the bed, but we could not see his face all that good. Gary kissed me hard and then told me suck his cock (the man on the bed) so he could fuck me. I thought to myself, "Why did they not show Gary's face?" I remembered clearly that he said that, but it was later they cut part of the tape out. I saw where I was holding onto Gary's hard cock through his pants as he guided me over to the bed. 

I yelled out as I stood up and yelled at Harriet, "Turn it off, it is a bunch of lies, that was my husband, you forced me to do that, turn it off!"

Harriet pushed pause and said, "Listen to me and listen good, Linda. You shut the fuck up, you sit down and you watch this thing with me. If you yell at me one more time or do not do as I say, two things will happen. First, Gary will give Peter a copy of this video and he will tell your husband that he cannot have an employee with a wife who will fuck every man at his parties. He will tell your husband that our company reputation is at stake and as much as he wants him to work for the company he will have to let him go. He will be fired, and you, of course, will be the cause of that. Now, shut the fuck up and watch this. You don't have any say or any fucking options, you got that, cunt?"

I looked at her and I felt myself red all over with fury. I closed my eyes and sat down. I did not want to the cause of Peter losing his job and I sure did not want him to see what I was looking at. Harriet pushed play and said very sternly, "WATCH!"

The camera showed that I finally let go of Gary's cock that I had been holding I turned and bent over unzipping the pants of my husband laying on the bed on his back only because of the way they took the picture, all it showed was me unzipping the man's pants and pulling out his limp cock. They went out of their way to make sure no one could tell it was Peter on the bed. The way the camera showed it, the man in my mouth could have been any one of the men from the party.

Then the camera showed me cupping the man's balls and sucking on his cock. The camera then moved in close behind me as a man's hands lifted the back of my dress and pulled down my panties. I stepped out of them one leg at a time. (I knew it was Gary but like I said, they never showed his face.) I watched as he (Gary) showed the camera three fat fingers and he moved them down behind me and in one smooth stroke buried all three inside of me. He began finger-fucking me from behind. I moaned loud as I reached a climax and the cock of man I was sucking (my husband Peter) got hard in his drugged state. 

The camera moved back to Gary's hand that was finger-fucking me fast, and I saw the three fingers going in and out of my hole. I heard my voice, it was clear and it was very hot. I moaned as I said, "Fuck me, oh God, please somebody fuck me, oh Jesus, please, please, fuck me!"

Gary pulled his fingers out of me and dropped his pants; he put his pole in me and began fucking. I moaned and worked the cock in my mouth faster and faster as it got harder. I was going crazy as Gary fucked me and his ass clinched as he came inside of me. The camera moved in to show me jerking hard and fast on Peter's cock. It showed his balls moving as he moaned in his stupor and he began to come in my mouth. The camera heard Gary say to me, "Swallow it, swallow his cum. That's it, yeah, get every last drop."

The camera did not show anyone's hand on the back of my head, when it did come around it was just in time to catch me pulling back licking my lips and it caught me as I licked some sperm from my upper lip. I bent back over and began sucking the now soft cock in front of me. I knew it was my husband, but the camera never showed his face. 

The camera moved back behind me and Gary pulled out of me and as he did another man replaced him. The camera then panned around the room and it was full of men. The camera never showed one face, it only showed the men -- standing, waiting, naked. All of them had their dicks out, stroking themselves, waiting to have their turn with me.

The camera caught a glimpse of another woman in there on her hands and knees, two men fucking her. One was fucking her in her mouth and another man was fucking her from behind. The light was not good enough to see who she was, but one thing for sure, she was being fucked just as much as I was.

I watched myself get fucked bent over four times and I watched as Peter got hard again and when he came again, the camera got a clear shot of me gulping down his seed as he came in my mouth. After that, one more man fucked me from behind before I was guided to the other side of the big bed where I laid down on my back, the bottom of my dress all up around my waist. 

I laid there next to the man (Peter) with his dick out. I laid there on my back taking man after man as they took turns fucking me. The video showed that I was really into it. I was begging them not to stop and whenever a man would come and pull out of me, I was there begging them for another cock to fuck me. I saw where I was grabbing the men by their ass cheeks, digging my fingers into them as they fucked me. I was using my hands pulling them into me. Many times I lifted my feet in the air as I came and the camera caught how my legs shook like crazy in the air as I came.

Every once in awhile the camera would pan the room to see how many more men were left and it took forever for them to thin out. Every time the camera showed the other woman, she had two men in her. All the time you could hear only one woman's voice, and it was mine. I kept begging them to make me come over and over again. If I wasn't begging to come, I was begging for another man to fuck me. Then, after the last man got off me, the woman I had watched being fucked as much as I had been walked over to the bed. The way the camera was placed we could not see her face. The way the light was and the shadows I could see it was a woman, but not her face. She bent to kiss my tummy and her hair covered her face. 

But when she moved on the bed, she straddled my head the camera showed sperm coming out of her dripping pussy onto my lips. I licked my lips as the sperm touched them. The camera then caught her as she was squatting down and the light was perfect, it clearly showed how I raised my head and attacked her her very red pussy. I was making the most disgusting sounds as I sucked hard on her open oozing hole and the sperm coming out. It showed how she ground her cunt to my face and I was pulling hard on her ass, holding her tight against me. It panned back and it showed us in a torrid 69 next to a man on the bed who had a hard-on, because she was jerking him off. We both were grinding and shuddering to what was very clear a least two climaxes for me; maybe she had three. When she did lift her cunt up, my face was glistening and I was licking as much as my tongue could reach. It showed us doing that for a long time before she got up off of me and I saw the man on the bed with a hard-on she slowly kept stroking his dick. I leaned over as I said, "One more time, baby, let me get that for you one more time." I took over and began sucking his cock and jerking it hard and fast, making him come. We heard a voice say, "Good girl, good girl," But it was not my husband's voice. It was a voice I had never heard before and he said, "If you don't tell your old man about tonight, we can do this all over again tomorrow night. Would you like that, Linda?"

I heard my own voice say, "Yes, oh God Yes!" I closed my eyes. I knew I did not say that and I was never asked that, but it sure looked like I did.

The camera faded to black.

My heart was pounding; I felt that my face was red from embarrassment. I knew that if Peter saw that tape he would divorce me. The tape clearly showed anyone who watched it that I was a common whore. I mean, the way I acted on the tape even I would have hard time believing that I was not drugged. I never slurred my words, I never staggered, I showed no signs of being the least bit intoxicated. I was very clear that the only thing I wanted was sex and lots of it. Since the only clear face in the whole video was mine, I could not argue that it wasn't me. 

I sat there waiting, feeling like a beaten animal waiting to be taken. I don't know exactly what I felt. I was sick with myself for not being a stronger person. I knew that if I was, I could have fought off those feelings that the drug they used brought out of me. I was weak and I was paying the price.

I sat there thinking how I could remember the night very clearly watching the videotape, yet I had remembered nothing before now. Sitting there I could even remember the feelings that I felt from the experience the night before. I mean before watching the video it was like I had a very powerful sex dream last night. All my life I was just OK with sex with Peter. Last night I was more than just OK, I was now remembering climaxing over and over while being fucked and acting like a whore. I now knew that it really happened to me and it wasn't just a very sick dream that I had liked.

Harriet turned off the TV and walked over to the sofa where she sat down next to me. She put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Look, Linda, I hate this part. I mean it. You are a lovely lady and, yes, we set you up. I know this must hurt, but it doesn't have to. This could be fun. 

"The drug we used only brings out the sexual desires that you have deep inside of you. I know you would never do those things on your own, but let's face it: You are a hungry, sexual woman who loves sex. I want you to explore that and do it with me as my friend. Peter will never hear of this from Gary or me as long as you do what you are told. I promise you no one here wants to hurt you.

"When you have the kind of money that we have, you look for other things to make you happy. Gary and I are two very sexual people and, from what I saw, I think you are just as sexual as we are."

I looked at her and said with my teeth clenched, "I am not like you. I am a clean, God-fearing woman. I never ever cheated on Peter, never. I never would have done those things if you had not drugged me. Can't you just leave us alone, let Peter do his job? You will never hear from me. I won't say a word to anyone, I promise."

Harriet said softly, "Oh, you are so right, you will not ever say a word to anyone, because if you do, you know what is going to happen. Now, all I want to know is one thing, so I can call Gary and let him know what you want him to do. Are you going to do what you are told and let Peter keep his job? Or do I call Gary and tell him you are not going to play ball so he can fire Peter and then we hire another cute couple that we are looking at?"

I looked at the floor, I knew I had no choice, I said quietly, "Tell Gary I'll do as you want. Please just don't fire Peter, please."

Harriet leaned over and kissed my cheek, as she said, "Good choice, dear. Now go get dressed and put on a nice skirt; make it as short as mine. I'll call Gary and then let's go do that shopping. You are going to find that as a friend, I am very giving, and if things go the way I hope, we are going to be friends for a very long, long time."

I put my hair in pony tails, fixed my face and put on my underwear, my high-collar, frilly long-sleeved blouse. I have several short skirts that I do like to wear, but I choose one of my longer ones that covered me just above the knees. I looked at myself before going downstairs and I was presentable. When I got downstairs Harriet was on her cell, I heard her say, "We'll be there at two. Bye, love."

She closed her phone and said, "We will be stopping by the office to see Gary at 2:00. He wants to see what I buy you." I felt like I had just been kicked in the gut. She wanted me to go by the office. All those men would be there, the same men that had sex with me last night. I never ever wanted to see them ever again. 

I asked, "Will Peter be there?" Harriet said, "I don't think so. If he was, Gary would not have asked me to stop by so he could see you. Before we go, dear, I want you to pull up your skirt." 

I looked at her and said, "Excuse me?" She said, "I said, pull your skirt up!" I reached down at the hem and lifted my skirt. 

"Higher," she said. "Higher. No, no, that will not do, that will not do at all, take those panties off. No panties ever from this day forward. The only exceptions I will allow are those tiny crotchless panties. Yeah, that's it. My, my, I forgot just how bushy you were, but then last night I was not thinking about your bush, was I? We'll get that nice and clean today. We'll make it match mine. See the little patch? We're going to get rid of that nasty hair down there." She lifted her skirt up showing me her bottom; she had a cute little triangle patch that I remembered from the night before.

I stepped out of my panties and put them in a small drawer in the hallway light stand, then we walked outside. I did not expect to see a limo but one was there. The driver hopped out and opened the door. We got in the back and off we went. Harriet opened a bottle of champagne, she filled up a wine glass half full then she pulled out a bottle of orange juice, shook it and finished filling the glass. After she stirred it she said, "A nice Mimosa is a lovely way to start the day." She handed me a glass, then poured another wine glass full of champagne for herself. As she did she said, "I had my Mimosa already." She lifted her glass and said, "May this be the best day of your life ever." She touched my glass and drank. I turned my glass up. I felt that I could use something to dull what I knew was going to be a painful day.

When I finished it, Harriet offered me another one, I felt, why not, maybe I could get drunk and this day would be a blur. I put it out in front of me for a refill. If figured if I had to do this crap, I sure as hell didn't have to do it sober. Harriet said, "Tell me, dear, do you know what Kagle muscles are?" I remembered something about them from high school. The girls and I were talking one day and they were mentioned. 

I said, "I think so. Something to do with the inner muscles down there, right?" Harriet smiled and said, "Yep, you got it, kid. Now, while we are traveling I want you to sit there and flex those muscles. Do it now, just tighten youself down there." I concentrated and began flexing my inner muscles. The first few were very easy but about the eighth or ninth time I did it I was tired of doing it. 

As we drove Harriet sat back on the long seat and she let her legs open wide, she was also naked under her skirt and I looked at her. I swear I saw her vagina flexing. The closer I looked, I was sure of it. Harriet said, "Show me." 

I knew what she meant. I laid back, opening my legs, and flexed my vagina. She looked and looked. She got up and sat on the floor between my legs and she said, "That damn hair -- I can't see a thing." I saw her reach for me and instinctively I went to shut my legs. She raised her voice and said, "Never do that to me again. Never close your legs when I -- or anyone else -- reach to feel you down there. That pussy no longer belongs to you, Linda, you got that? When you are with me, my husband or my friends, you do not have the right to ever say 'no' to anyone that desires to touch that pussy of yours. As a matter of fact, the only person you can say no to is your husband, Peter. That is totally up to you, dear. Fight me on this and you know you and Peter have too much to lose. Now open those legs wider. Bill, can you see her cunt in the mirror?" 

The driver spoke up, "Not yet, Mrs. Gamble." "Open them wider, Linda. When Bill can see you clearly then we will proceed." I raised my knees up, put my feet on the edge of the seat and opened my legs as far as they would go. I heard Bill say, "I have a clear view now, Mrs. Gamble." Harriet said, "Good, now keep your eyes on the road. You just never mind my finger-fucking Linda here."

My face felt beet red the way she spoke about me and having her driver decide just how open my legs needed to be. I felt her fingers push into me and as she held them inside she said, "Now show me just how tight you can flex those Kagles. That's it, you got it, darling. Now squeeze my fingers tighter. Good girl. Now I'm going to hold my hand nice and steady and I want you to use your Kagle muscles and act like you are milking my fingers. That's it, move your hips now as you pull back. Squeeze as tight as you can."

I had my hands on the seat to steady myself and I was squeezing her fingers as I pulled back. Doing that did something to me; I mean, it began to feel good, real good, I mean real fucking good. I found that I had set up a rhythm and soon I was bouncing up off the seat fucking her fingers as she held them inside of me. 




How Did this All Happen? Ch. 02



I came rather quickly and when I finished I felt beat. My tummy and legs hurt as well as my arms and my wrist that I had to use to get the force to fuck her fingers. She sat back and said, "Now that was lovely. What did you think, Bill, did that look hot or what?" 

Bill said, "Yes, Mrs. Gamble it was hot, very hot." Harriet said, "Find a spot to stop and get back here. She got me all worked up and I need to get off." A few minutes later the limo stopped and Bill got out of the front and came in the back door. Harriet moved to the side seat and did what I had just done. She put her feet on the seat, opened her legs and the driver knelt on the floor in front of her. Doing that put his groin level with her groin. Bill is a very big black man and when he pulled out his cock to fuck her he looked like a horse.

Once the head of his cock was in, Harriet lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Bill. He fucked her for the longest time. I had never, ever seen anyone having sex before in my life. (Watching the video of myself didn't count, I thought.) The way Harriet fucked back at her driver and he took hold of her tits and worked the nipples in his mouth and fingers, well, I have to tell you it was hot as hell watching them. I could tell when Bill came.

His whole body shook and his ass cheeks tightened as he filled Harriet. When he finished coming he did not pull out, he kept a nice steady pace and it took him a good ten minutes to finally stop. Harriet just held onto him and moaned. When Bill was ready she looked at me and said, "Now come over here and see what a girl can do if she can control her Kagle muscles." 

Bill pulled out and while his fat black cock came out of her all shiny and glistening from the sperm, I did not see any huge amount of sperm come out of her. He moved back and pulled up his pants, Harriet said, "See, I am holding his seed inside of me. I will hold it there until I see Gary and he adds his seed to his. Then I will show you just how great it is to be in control of your Kagles."

She sat up and pulled down her skirt. I had already straightened myself out. Bill went back up to the front and we continued on to go do our shopping. The limo stopped and Bill came and opened the door. I looked up and we were at a Victoria's Secrets store. I looked down at Bill's crotch and I saw the outline of his dick. God, oh how I wanted to feel him inside of me. I mean I wanted to know how his big cock would feel fucking my pussy. I shook my head as I thought, "Where the fuck did that come from?"