0 comments/ 41114 views/ 3 favorites A Torrid Tale By: Torridous From the beginning of all of this I have read everything my husband has written here. Part of me was revolted to see how much of a slut he saw me as in his fantasies. Still to know that these were the thoughts he had when he was alone, and I was in them, and he saw me as attractive and desirable, I started to come around. Soon I began to harbor my own fantasies. I didn't tell him, it had taken him a long time to tell me, I was in no hurry. Gradually these fantasies got stronger, dirtier, then a few of them got downright nasty. I made myself stop for a while, it didn't really help. I would instead find these thoughts invading my head at work, applying themselves to the real world, MY real world. Some of the guys at work must have begun to sense it, they began to flirt more often. I even started flirting back. I knew it was time to tell my husband. He took it well. He asked if I wanted to act on them, I said no, he acted relieved, we were both lying. One night while laying together in our afterglow we hit on what we felt had been missing. We missed the newness. When we could kiss for an hour because we were still testing the other's reaction. Not that knowing exactly what the other wanted was something we wanted to give up, just that the newness was gone. It took less than a minute for the topic to come up. We each shared a fantasy and promptly became so aroused that we had to do it again. We fell asleep and the next day at work I found myself flirting and laughing and the fantasies that I had told my husband were all that I could think about. Here I was a married woman, and very happily I might add fantasizing about having the skimpy clothes pulled from my body by someone I barely knew, and knowing that my husband knew. My two enamored co-workers left and I spent the remainder of break fingering myself in the bathroom. The rest of the day I spent eyeing every man I saw like they were slabs of meat. When it was time to punch out I went shopping for a new outfit or three. I found a few that suited my fantasies and after a ten minute internal debate bought them. After all I could chicken out of wearing them. "You bought these to wear to work?" My husband asked. "I was thinking about it." I replied. My husband held up the nightee. It was black and had almost no lace except an edging around the skirt hem. "Well, try it on, I guess?" My husband said and I slipped out of my clothes and into the nightee. It came down to mid thigh, certainly barely acceptable anywhere except the bedroom or a nightclub if you were daring, definitely NOT for work. Although not sheer enough to be see-thru it had a built in support for my 36C chest eliminating the need for a bra, but revealing the location of both nipples. I turned around and bent over a little. "Can you see anything?" I asked. "If you bend any further I will." My husband said. My heart was pounding, just thinking about wearing it to work for a whole day was making me hot, I slipped my panties off and attacked my husband right there. He didn't seem to mind. After dinner I tried on another outfit. This one was longer and heavier, it came down to my knees but had a slit up one side that would reach the waistband of my panties. It also didn't require a bra, but showed off a good bit of cleavage. As I modelled it I placed one leg up on a chair causing the slit to fall open and my husband to say 'Hey I just saw some Pussaaay' in a mocking tone. I just smiled and knew I'd be wearing it to work tomorrow. I woke up the next morning and shook away the raunchy dream that I had been having. I went to the bathroom and showered and then came back to the bedroom. I was very horny, but my husband was ready for work and woud be leaving in a few minutes. I looked at my new clothes hanging in the closet and maybe it was because I was horny, or maybe it was because deep down I knew what I wanted, instead of talking myself out of it, I grabbed the short black outfit and laid it on the bed. I chose bright red thong panties and pulled them over my freshly shaved legs. I also trimmed my bikini area that morning leaving only a thick patch of hair above and on my outer lips. I looked over at the black nightee and with a deep breath I put it on. Next while gazing in the mirror I realized that I need a little more and threw on my solid black thigh highs. (Again no lace, I didn't want it to look like underwear.) There was a good inch between the top of the thigh high and the bottom of the nightee. I spun my hips making the nightee twirl up and saw the briefest flash of red. I was getting wet just thinking about it. I went to the kitchen where my husband was putting his wallet and carkeys in his jacket on the way out. He stopped and looked up at me and for a moment he froze. I smiled waiting for him to say something. He didn't he just got a perplexed look. So I spoke. "You told me you didn't really like lingerie in bed, that you were more a bra and pantie kind of guy, I thought about it and said what about outside. I'll bet it would turn you on outside. We fantasize about other men having me, how about the thrill of other men seeing me like this?" I twirled and I know he saw the panties. "Don't answer, just go to work, I know by tonight you'll be as horny as I am right now." With that I went back to the bedroom to put my make-up on. It was a few minutes before I heard him leave. Once I was ready I stood with my keys and purse at the door for a few minutes. The worst case scenario was I got fired, there were two other malls fairly close by, and I could get a similar job in a matter of a few days. With a deep breath I opened the door and took one giant step onto the porch. I could see my car glinting in the moring sunshine, almost thirty feet away. I just closed my mind and walked. Once in the car with one foot on the gas pedal and the other against the door I could see the red panties between my legs, and I could feel the dampness there, then I smelled it. My musky odor being blown up from the air conditioner. I was driving down the highway and I could smell my own, well, my own pussy. It didn't serve to make me less wet and by the time I got to work I had fingered quite a wet spot into the crotch of my panties and took a moment to smell my fingers before shutting the car off. I looked across the quiet parking lot it was a fairly long walk to the employee entrance. 'Here I go' I thought and opened the door. I began walking across the lot, my black pumps tapping the sandy asphalt. I don't think anyone really saw me, I walked into the break room where the timeclock is. There were three people there. A guy I hardly know and two of the floor girls that I talk to once in a while. They gawked. "Nothing's showing." I said curtsying to them. "It's legal." With that I gave a wink. "Maybe it was a dare." I hinted. The women just turned away the guy continued to stare. Very little of my work is down on the floor and my morning was pretty busy upstairs. My boss who is a guy and a little sexist approved fully and was working near me more than usual. I took note and to keep him happy made sure that he got a couple of good looks at my panties while I pretended to be looking away. It was making me crazy. At morning break I masturbated in the women's room and came twice. then I was needed on the floor to go over a new merchandising display. My flirtacious male friends were both there and I revelled in the attention. Within minutes I was oblivious to the fact that I was on a sales floor in full view of customers and security cameras. We talked and giggled, while we organized the display. I didn't realize or care as I crouched on one knee organizing a lower shelf of jeans that Matt, one of my two admirers had a prime view of my now visibly wet panties until he reached over to help me and let his hand slip down across my crotch. I looked down and a barrage of thoughts flooded my mind as the sensation passed through my vagina and up my spine. He was watching me to see how I reacted, I looked up to see Rob, the other work beau also watching. With a single minded decision I rocked my pelvis out a little giving Matt slightly better access. It took him a second, but he reached down and pulled the crotch of my panties away and off to one side. Instantly the air cooled the moisture which had been collecting there all day. Rob had a better view, but Matt deftly ran one finger up the crease of my slightly parted lips. reflexively I ground against it. The musky smell rose to my nose as I bent my head forward in an orgasmic rush. On shaky knees I got to my feet, Matt looked up at me devilishly. "Let's get this display wrapped up so we can take lunch." I said, my voice cracking on wrapped. Fifteen minutes later after punching out for lunch and deciding we weren't hungry I found myself walking across the parking lot to Rob's Bronco. Matt spent the whole walk across the lot telling Rob how wet I was. I was so horny if I didn't get a dick inside me soon I was going to tear off my clothes and hump the nearest car I could find until I couldn't come anymore. If I hadn't been as horny as I was I might've backed out of it, but the fact was they weren't seducing me I was telling them I needed to be fucked. I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth. I climbed into the back seat behind Matt and in front of Rob and as I sat between them I was momentarily stunned by how quickly they came at me. Rob pulling my breasts out of my top and squeezing and licking my chest. Matt immediately went to my still pulled to one side panties and in a matter of seconds was working two thick fingers in knuckle by knuckle. I got my bearings and searched out with my hands until I found a belt and a zipper. Within seconds Matt was lifting his bottom so I could free his cock. He in turn gradually tugged my panties down one side at a time with the hand that didn't have half it's digits buried in my aching pussy. I pulled myself off Matt's hand and free of rob and straddled Matt, easing myself onto his rock hard dick. As Matt turned and lay back I could hear Rob undressing, or at least de-pantsing. Then I felt it. A hand on each cheek followed by the ball tip of a peis at my ass-hole. It was slick from my other juices running into it all day. He slipped in a little and I groaned clenching up as Matt threw my nightee into the front seat. Everyone stopped as my body slackened to accept the intrusion to which I was still a virgin. (my husband and I tried, he doesn't fit, it hurts too much) We began to built speed and tempo, Matt coming first, I felt him tense and then blast after blast of cum flooded my insides. I came a lot, but not with either. A few moments later Rob came and the hot cum on my newly broken in behind wasn't as pleasant as I would've liked. I lay sandwiched between them feeling them both gradually soften and then slip out. Finally Rob got up and handed me my panties. "Quick, put these back on, before it gets everywhere." He said. I looked at him, but reflexively took the panties and slid them back on. I could feel the cum running slowly out of me being drawn out by gravity. The whole cab of the truck stank of sex and cum, and Rob got out and reached up front for my nighty which I put on despite being drenched with sweat. It clung to the various fluids on my body. "We shouldn't go back in together." Matt said, "so we don't get caught." With that he then Rob stalked across the lot leaving me a sweaty, ragged, make-up streaked mess. I touched up my make-up in Rob's rear-view and made my way back to the store. I had been at lunch for forty-five minutes. I shuffled back upstairs to my tiny office feeling the cum in my crotch like a lair of slime. There was my boss sitting at my desk. "Jenny!" he said. "I'm glad you're back." With that he stopped and began to choose his words very carefully. I thought I was getting fired. "I don't know where this new side of you came from." He said. "Certainly you've always dressed very conservatively in the past. What I mean is..." He stopped. "I like it." He said glaring for my reaction, my relief at still having a job, must've showed because he went on. "If you don't mind, and I hope you don't, if you do it's alright of course. I would like to credit your charge account with a thousand dollars to spend however you desire in the nightee section, that's from our spring shipment right?" He said. I looked down and nodded. "I'll also give you a raise." He said. "Could you close the door." I shrugged and shut the door. "It would be worth it to me to give you more money to continue dressing like that. As long as you're work quality stays the same of course." He stood and walked up to me. "I couldn't help, but notice, those red panties are the satin ones the ones we got in a few weeks ago." Moving very slowly in case I resisted he lifted the hem of my nightee and I was thankful for the air to my sweaty body. He was staring at the crotch of my panties. "Yep." He said "Those are them." I began to realize that he was trying to get into my pants, not just get me to dress like a slut for him. I didn't really care for the man and I guess that kind of drove me on. I let him pull my panties down and watched his face as the cum dribbled out of me. It seemed to drive him crazy and with all my will I asked him how much of a raise he was talking about. Moments later as my bare ass was ground against my desk and he slid his eager cock into my slackened pussy for some sloppy seconds I had a three dollar an hour raise, and a thousand dollars worth of lingerie to buy. After he left my office I checked my voicemail. The scent of sex that engulfed me brought me back to reality as I listened to the three messages my husband had left. I had just agreed to become something of the office slut for a little over a hundred dollars a week. It took a lot of nerve to pick up the phone and dial my husband's work number, but I did it. As it rang I slipped my sodden panties back on hearing the goo clinging to my lips and pubic hair squish as I drew them tight to me. There was a click and he picked up. "Hello?" He said... A Torrid Tale Ch. 2 I was on the phone with my husband for a long time. Probably a half hour or more. Outside my office I could hear my boss pacing nervously. Occasionally another set of footsteps would come or go, but mostly just him. It's strange, my husband never once got angry or raised his voice. I looked down at the dark sticky patch on the crotch of my panties and knew how much cum must be seeping out of me. The question my husband kept asking wasn't exactly what did I want, but more what did I think. He asked if I loved him. I did. He asked if I loved them, I didn't. Did I want to leave him? No I didn't. Would I stop? Of course, did I want to stop? This was where there was a long pause. All my feelings rushed up to my cheeks. I was repulsed by what I had done in the past two hours. I kept thinking tomorrow I'll do it different. I was looking forward to doing it again. I finally told him that I liked and didn't like it. He said he thought he understood. He asked if I was going to take the job, and keep it. Another long pause. I said probably, then added unless he told me not to. There was silence and I knew a lot must be on his mind. I knew he fantasized about my being had by other men, I knew he fantasized more than one man, and me being a slut. I also knew how often he had said it was JUST a fantasy. Finally I asked him if he was hard. A few moments went by, yes... he said quietly. Then that settles it. I said, alright. he quietly answered. then with a dry cracking throat. When will you be home? I'm not sure. I answered truthfully. I had to do some shopping, and that would probably make me horny, but I was really gross, I stank of sex and was smeared with cum from the small of my back to my belly button. I actually told my husband that? Even now I don't believe it, but it was true. I love you. My husband said. I love you too. I answered and we hung up the phones. It took my boss a few minutes to come into the room. During that time my emotions bounced from the verge of tears, to rubbing my cum soaked panties against my crotch, to being repulsed with myself. "Jenny." My boss said. He appeared to be trying to get a reading from me. "Your husband is alright with this?" He finally asked. I looked up at him, initially angry. He had an odd look on his face. He looked me up and down, then a grin slowly crossed his lips. "You must feel very dirty?" He asked stopping to look at my crotch. "It smells like sex something fierce in here. Let's get you some air." He helped me into a standing position which I reluctantly took and let him walk me down the hall, through the breakroom and to the side door where everyone smokes. "What part of it do you like?" He asked me. I closed my eyes not wanting to look at him, thinking back to how he had just tossed me onto my own desk and fucked me while I wrapped my legs around his waist and begged him for it. "You certainly acted like you wanted it when I..." he paused reading my face. "Fucked you." He finally said, the look of shame must've been like a billboard sign. "The other two men, Matt and Rob? What made you decide to fuck them? Are they the reason you wore all this underwear to work?" He wasn't really asking me anything. "You liked the attention?" He paused. "You are a very attractive woman, you deserve attention, you deserve all the attention you want. Why don't we go inside and pick out some outfits for you to wear to work. I'm sure Matt and Rob will help, they're bright attractive young men. We won't even worry about the cost." He led me back into the building. We stopped at the phone in the breakroom and he paged Matt. The phone rang back a minute later and he asked Matt to find Rob and meet us in the lingerie department. On the way we passed a few other employees, my boss smiled and waved leading me by the waist. Initially the lingerie department was empty, and the three of them were all over me hanging outfits in front of me. The way they swarmed around me I thought they were going to strip me right there. At first the thought caused a tingling through my skin, scared mostly. Each time they went away with something to put on the counter, or to put something back, the feeling grew from fear to disappointment. Somewhere inside me something was welling, making me weak in the knees and causing butterflies in my stomache. I wanted these three men to tear my clothes off right in the store and make me model underwear over my pussy which was already soaking with thier cum. They could see the anticipation growing in me. My body language must have given it away. Largely the outfits they picked were terrible, I let most of them stay. I had shyed away from lace or see-thru material because it looked too much like underwear. They seemed to revel in it. They had me wearing thong panties with a fully see thru crotch and a midriff length shoulder robe to work tomorrow. I wondered if they'd make me wear it. I sifted through the clothes they had heaped on the counter, and began trying to enforce some sense. I wouldn't be legally covered in anything they had picked yet. They reluctantly began to augment. Instead of a robe, they went to women's formal and tomorrow I would wear the see thru thong, with a long suit jacket. Other outfits included; No panties just a nightshirt that would probably barely cover my bum. I lobbied for panties and got them. There was a fairly nice ensemble consisting of a camisole of sorts with a matching high front short set and thigh high stockings. I figured with an open breast jacket I'd be alright. We were at a tab of eight hundred and some odd dollars and busy accessorizing when my stomach lurched and my biggest fears and expectations met. A group of four college age kids was trouping through the store and caught sight of the escapade. They stopped and began coyly moving in for a better view. My boss was all too happy to oblige. As I turned away from them red faced and flushed my boss unhooked the spaghetti straps on the nightee I had on and let it fall to the floor. Frantically I bent to pick it up, as I did I felt Matt's firm grip pulling my panties into my crotch. I stood straight up as the crotch folded between my swollen lips and thick white fluid ran out either side. "Here you go." My boss said handing the nightee back to me. The college kids weren't going anywhere now and my entourage began asking for their opinions between outfits. The extra attention soon had me weak at the knees and ready for more orgasms. I began to play up to all of them. Here I was a married woman falling all over seven different men in nothing but lingerie in a public store. Hands began to grope when I got close. Matt and Rob began jockying with my boss to keep me settled down, before I fucked them too. My boss seemed to contemplate it. They were jealous for me. I smiled as I ran a finger across one of the young men's jeans. I felt a hand on my ass caressing the bare cheek and lifting the nightee up. "Dude, she stinks." One of the kids said. I realized I must still be covered in the sex smell. The kid slid a finger under then into me, when it came up covered in cum he casually wiped it on my ass and they were gone in a few minutes. My total bill was close to two thousand dollars. The boss rang it all out. Then they loaded it in bags and helped carry it to my car. It was time to punch out and go home. We all punched out, as the night shift made their way in. I got a dozen or more catty, or horny glances as the boss cornered me with Matt and Rob on either side. We were in the hallway leading to my office and they ushered me into it and closed the door. Once inside my boss reached into his pocket and produced a tiny T-shirt. It had a small star in the center and said Porn Star in silver letters. Matt and Rob took off the nightee and I lifted my arms as the boss slid the elastic material over my head and slowly stretched it over my chest. I had as much cleavage showing under my breasts as I did over, and the thin material both outlined and darkly displayed my rapidly hardening nipples. The shirt barely covered anything. "I couldn't find one that said Slut." The boss said. "Short notice and all, maybe for the Christmas party." With that he began rubbing my breasts and kissing my neck which drives me crazy, and I was soon writhing in his arms despite the liberties he was taking with my reputation. Soon Matt and Rob joined in and before long I could feel My boss' cock sliding past my panties into me with virtually no resistance. Matt pulled me towards him and in the dim light from the hallway I could see his cock getting closer to my face. My boss sat on my desk pulling out of my pussy and entering my asshole. I groaned at the intrusion, but soon it was just rythm. I was still leaning to one side with my mouth clamped on Matt's cock as Rob stood in front of me and slipped into my pussy. The sensation was incredible. Depite the fact that I was sopping wet, I could feel them all inside me at once. I began to come, and soon they all did too. Once they were done they carefully set me on my desk. Matt shifted a boob back into my shirt, and Rob pulled my now totaly wet panties back over my now gushing pussy and asshole. They smiled and looked me over. "you should get back to your husband, remember what we decided on for tomorrow. Do me one favor though." My boss smiled. "Don't stop to clean up or anything, drive home and have your husband watch you take off those panties, they might as well be the hoover damn with the flood waiting behind them." My boss chuckled, and they led me to my car, tossing the nightee, which they had used to wipe the cum off of themselves onto the passenger seat. I drove off in my porn star top and spunky panties. I tend to drive with my legs a little open, and the smell was making me heady. It was beyond musky, or sweaty. My pussy smelled like nothing I had ever smelt before. I could feel the seat below me getting damp and I realized I had better start bringing a towel to work. When I pulled in the driveway my husband was waiting. The look on his face when I stepped out of the car and walked up the driveway was terrible. When I saw how hard his cock was, I realized what I had been feeling. Sure it felt good, but that didn't mean I wasn't ashamed of it. There was a duality there, but that didn't matter, he was staring at the cum smears on my thighs. "My boss, knows you know." I said. "He wanted me to take the panties off where you could see." "Does he know I have a thing for panties?" My husband asked worriedly. I shook my head, "I think he gets off on doing someone's wife." I said, and the words stung me. I slowly pulled the panties out of the swamp between my legs and was greeted with a blast of that stench followed by the plop of cum splashing on the floor in thick drops. My husband's eyes were enormous, so was his dick. I laid on the couch and opened my legs. "C'mon in." I said. "One more ain't gonna' matter when I shower." He walked over and pulled out his dick, there was already pre-come leaking out, he then loooked at the thick foamy globs running down my ass crack and covering my pubic hair and thighs. "I can't." He said, but he was definitely horny and he began to masturbate, as he was about to come, his horniness must have overridden his repulsion because he plunged into me and I could feel him tense up as he unloaded. Later that night after a very long shower, involving the removable faucet. we lay together in bed in each-other's arms. He was exploring my body the way he had before we were married. feeling me to see what I would do. It was really nice. After about a half hour of light petting and deep talking we passed out in each-other's arms. It was like we were new to each-other again. I didn't bother unloading my new 'uniforms' until the morning... A Torrid Tale Ch. 3 I awoke the next morning feeling vibrant and glowing. My husband went about his morning routine as I danced and flitted around him naked and happy. We kissed we laughed. Then I showered while my husband lovingly brought in my new 'wardrobe'. When I got out of the shower my husband was ready to go out the door, but wanted to tell me he loved me and he had picked out an outfit. I smiled at him devilishly and went to the bedroom where my day's attire had now been laid out on the bed. It wasn't the outfit my work lovers had selected, but I was going to wear it anyway. My husband had selected a pair of see thru thongs, showing at least that all my men shared a taste in at least one thing. However instead of a business jacket that was a little long on me he had lain a very tasteful white nightee. It came down to just below my crotch where it cropped ever so slightly. it was backless down to almost the crack of my ass, but had two spaghetti straps which tied behind my neck. These straps would be expected to lift and support my breasts which rested comfortably in a sheer lacy hammock. As I tied it up I turned to the mirror. My nipples appeared as dark circles in the lace and as I noticed them they stirred and stood erect. My panties were black, which was good, because I didn't thick virginal white throughout suited me. My legs still needed something to draw attention to them, and white lace top thigh highs did the trick. I lifted the nightee and looked at my crotch in the mirror. There through the front of the panties I could see my pubic hair separated by the deep line of my outer lips. I was getting a tingle and wanted so badly to masturbate. Every whim told me to hold onto the feeling and save it as I put my make-up on and headed for the front door. Day two and I still don't think any neighbors saw me. On the way to work a trucker blew his horn as I passed him. The mall parking lot was busy, it was friday after all. I circled at first looking for a spot close to the employee entrance then instead opting for one near the mall entrance. As I parked The butterflies almost made me back down, but with a truth or dare like resolve I got out and closed the door behind me. The mall entrance was less than a hundred feet from our store, which is an anchor. Inside mid-morning shoppers were largely older people, sprinkled with a few workers my age, and some younger people with no school and no where else to hide. It felt as though the whole world stopped to mark my progress and admittedly it was way more than I expected. I was close to peeing myself with embarrassed excitement when a little old lady told me that I should be ashamed of myself. I told her I was, but I smiled. Very strange. Once inside I made my way between the clothing to the employee area and breakroom to punch in. My boss seemed surprised to see the direction I had come from, and what I was wearing. He approved and I spent the morning at my desk alone going over purchase orders and account information. At morning break I was anything but horny. My boss came up and he had Matt and Rob with him. They were all grinning. They made me show them my panties which turned me on a little, but morning break just isn't long enough for them to do more than tease me. They did give me a glimmer of hope. They told me that there was some inventory that needed to be done after peak time through closing. They told me if I wanted to work a split shift and stay until eleven I could. They told me they would take me out for a nice long lunch during the split, and that it would probably be just the four of us on the inventory. "Where will we go for lunch?" I asked. "Probably the food court." Rob said, "or maybe the grill across from it." The food court was at the other end of the mall. "The break will be four hours, so after lunch we'll have some time to kill, maybe we could catch a movie, or just walk the mall, or go play pool at that place across the street." My boss said watching me for each reaction. "You look dynamite." He said. "See you at noon?" It wasn't really a question anyway so I just smiled. Back in the office even two more hours of paperwork couldn't take my mind off of the possibilities for lunch time. My crotch grew damp and as eleven forty five passed everything began to tingle in nervous anticipation. My paperwork was actually completed for most of monday already, there just wasn't a good enough reason to go to the floor so for the last ten minutes until noon I very slowly touched myself intentionally driving myself crazy. As I walked to the timeclock and waited to punch out the glares of some of the other women taking lunch were icy. By the time I punched, Matt, Rob, and Phil my boss were all a few steps behind me. They led me down the stairs, through the store, and straight down the middle of the mall thoroughfare. I had Matt on one hand, Phil on the other, and Rob sort of walking behind us. The mall was busy, and I felt so naked. People stopped to stare, or tried too hard not too, boyfriends were hit, and whistles were heard. "Do you think the food court is too busy?" Rob asked. Matt and Phil looked at each-other then at me. "We'll sit behind a plant." Phil said smugly and before I knew it we were in line for subs. They did a good job standing close enough to me to prevent bumping, but the stares were getting really bad. The table they selected was one of the only three available. It was right in the middle of a group of twenty or so. As I sat tugging the nightee under me, my boss suggested I switch further from the aisle. I agreed with the logic, but when I went to sit he insisted that I pull the nightee out from under me and put my ass, which was bare save for the thong running down the crack flat on the mesh seat. Reluctantly I lifted the back of my garment and sat. My crotch barely covered in the sheer see- thru fabric pressed lightly on the seat. We ate under many watchful eyes all of which made me grow wetter, as the meal proceeded and we talked I grew more comfortable with my exposure. My boss asked how I was doing and when I told him I was getting more comfortable he smiled really devillishly. He gestured to Rob who was beside me on my other side to follow his lead. Rob a smile crossing his lips watched as my boss leaned over and hiked the nightee up behind me, I felt more of my bum become exposed and pulling it back also exposed my panties in the front. Rob did the same on his side leaving the nightee bunched up around my waist. My boss could see the distress on my face as my onlookers got an eyeful, there had to be fifty people glancing and close to thirty actually just watching. "I'll make you a deal." My boss said. The butterflies were shaking and I felt like I was going to pass out, but I was also on the verge of cumming without touching myself at all. "What?" I asked and no sound came out, he understood anyway. "Open your legs so you're practically straddling the chair, and push your ass back as far as you can so everyone behind you can see the as much of your crotch as you can. If you can stay like that for one minute, we'll leave and you can pull the dress down. If you don't make it the whole minute, that's sixty full seconds, plus one for good luck, we're going to reach under the table and pull your panties off, and I know you'll let us. Then while we walk back and we each have a hand we'll have Rob tie those spaghetti straps just a little higher to lift that lilly white dress about two inches. What will two inches expose?" My boss looked at me, Matt and Rob were both drooling with anticipation. "What do you say?" "Do I have to?" I asked actually as scared as I was horny. "Your safer alternative is you stay right where you are, right how you are and I reach under the table and start fingering you. I think everyone around us would know what was happening, but would you be able to control yourself when you came and not draw more attention?" My boss twiddled his fingers on the table and I opened my legs actually getting one knee around each side of the chair, then I thrust my behind backwards feeling my crotch roll across the mesh until it hit the back of the chair, which was also mesh. In this position my chest hung over the table and my boss casually began to fondle a nipple. I moaned and pushed my crotch against the seat back Matt timed it. Gritting my teeth to stay quiet I came with fourteen seconds left and almost sat down to recooperate, but I made it. They seemed a little disappointed. "Where to?" I asked at one minute and ten seconds as I rolled back to a breathless sitting position. "We've still got over three hours, and I think I need to fuck you." My boss said. "We could use my truck again." Rob said. My boss frowned at the idea. "I'll pay for a cheap room at the motel up on mall road." My boss said. Then it was decided. We went in my car. At the desk my boss paid cash, the guy at the counter had a smug look on his face. "Can we get a discount if we only need it for a few hours." My boss said snidely and winked. Revulsion flooded my system, that guy was going to think I was a hooker or something. The guy smiled and tossed Rob the key. They led me up the hall and my boss took delight in having me undress before I went inside. For the next hour and a half They took turns fucking me, or having me lick them clean or back to hardness. They insisted on coming inside me, filling me with cum, I kind of liked the sensation of it pumping into me and was on the pill so I didn't argue. Later after they'd all done it twice and I lay face down on the bed having my asshole fingered there was a knock. My boss opened the door, covering himself with a towel. Rob didn't even take his finger out of my ass. It was the front desk guy, he was gleaming. I began to panic as he walked towards me on the bed. "We called while you were 'busy' We decided it wasn't fair to tease the guy." Matt said. The guy had an erection straining against the crotch of his trousers, and leered as he began to pull down his pants. Matt removed his two fingers from my ass, and the guy was on top of me. He reached under me and squeezed my breasts, rolling the nipples under his fingers, then with a low upward thrust he buried himself into my pussy. Matt, Rob, and Phil watched and doing so got them hard again. As they closed the door behind the happy receptionist it was time for another round, then they each showered leaving me on the bed. My boss smiled and had me lay on my belly with a pillow under my ass so I wouldn't spill any cum. They put my panties back on and we went back to work. The inventory started at nine. Down on the floor and moving and bending I could feel the cum squelching inside me. I told them that I may have to clean up, and they insisted against it. Slowly it dribbled down, filling the crotch of my panties before it started leaking out the sides. I was starting to get itchy and told them it could cause a rash. My boss instead of letting me go to the bathroom sent me home with pay. Again insisting that I remove my panties in front of my husband. Rob walked me to my car with explicit directions to bring back the nightee sending me home in just my panties and thigh highs. I almost said no, I really tried, but then I let him take it off me and got in my car, closing the door quickly to kill the dome light. My husband met me at the door, as I prepared to peel off the panties he asked me why my boss kept asking this favor, I shrugged. I have weekends off and was buying a new car tomorrow. An extra four hundred a month would afford a much better payment. After watching the cum run out of me, My husband showered with me, taking extra- extra time to bathe me before we made love in the shower, bathed some more and went to bed. The following weeks passed in a blur. I was having sex no less than three times a day, often as many as a dozen. Sales reps. were visiting more, and I began fucking them as well. My steady lover rate jumped to four when my boss hired a new merchandise stocker for our mysteriously expanding lingerie section. Then one day as I got to work and approached my office wearing a camisole and a lace crotch short set with thigh high boots, I found a woman sitting in my chair. My raise had grown from 3.00 to 6.00 as the sales reps were now giving us better deals. She looked a little angry. She was my bosses wife. She informed me that she and her husband used to do it six times a week, and that in the past eight weeks it had dropped to three. She was attractive and demanding and what she wanted was simple. I owed her three orgasms a week for eight weeks. I didn't know what to say, I had never been with a woman. I heard my boss come in behind me and shut the door... A Torrid Tale Ch. 4 I know that it has been quite sometime since I've gone on with this story, and the truth is as you're about to read...I've been very busy. I left off with my boss Phils wife about to initiate my first lesbian encounter. Phil was pleased about this turn of events, as I should've known he would be. I have a lot of stamina in my jaw and tongue muscles, and it's a good thing, because I licked that woman's pussy for almost two hours. While doing it, Phil, Matt, Rob and Greg the new guy snuck into the office and fucked me. By the time she was satisfied for the day my poor knees were so sore. She had only come five times. 'We'll continue this some other time.' she whispered to me pinching a nipple through my camisole. With that she pulled her clothes back on, took a familiar set of keys from my boss and strode out of the office. As I slowly stood, the cum began to dribble out of my already full pussy. My boss quickly pulled my panties back over my crotch. 'Time for coffee.' Phil said and led me to the coffee room. My cheeks, chin, nose and even forehead glistened from his wife's pussy juice. Soon the taste of coffee was mixing unpleasantly with the taste of His wife Rhianna. 'By the way.' Phil said as he sat at one of the breakroom tables. 'I loaned my wife your car.' My eyes shot open and I turned to him as my stomach lurched. My raise had afforded me my dream of driving a Mercedes, and it was my pride and joy. 'She's going to your house anyway, and rode to work with me this morning.' Phil continued. Flashes of her vindictively torching it flashed through my mind, and I felt sick. 'Do you think your husband will fuck her?' Phil asked. I looked at him oddly. 'She's told me she wanted to try and get some pay back out of him too. Don't worry she isn't going to hurt your car.' My breathing commenced again. 'She has however made a rather aggressive request in your regards.' Matt suddenly chimed in from behind me. Again my stomach turned and churned. 'She has insisted that you take the bus home.' Phil said. I thought of the bus stop in front of the mall. Half the crowd was young punk kids, the other half were mall employees without licenses. I had no idea where the bus went when it left. I though of what I was wearing. I thought I was going to vomit. 'From here two buses leave, and one of them pulls into a station near your town. From there, you can get another bus that actually passes your street.' Phil said. 'Naturally I'll go with you to keep you safe.' Matt said, but I'm afraid I can't sit with you, she wants you to be on display as the dirty little slut she takes you for.' Matt added. 'She also wants us to really lay into you heavy today, so you're good and used when you head out on your adventure, and most importantly when you walk up your street.' Phil said. 'I'll be meeting you at your house, with Rob and Greg.' For a few minutes I just sat there in awe of what my life had become. I knew that after coffee, I had a meeting with a sales rep from one of our suppliers, I knew what he was looking forward to, and I knew that I had worn the boots because he liked them, and would give me a better discount for remembering. I felt sick and hopeless. All the sex had been great for a while. In a lot of ways it still was. I was on such a clock now that if I didn't get it at least a few times a day I'd have to masturbate to keep up. It was conditioning and I needed it all the time. I had however managed to keep it fairly quiet. No one I knew shopped at the mall, and I had taken to parking in the garage, so no one could see me walk to my car. We live in a well to do neighborhood. There's a minimum 2500 square foot covenant for the houses, and a few others, our neighbors are uppity and snooty, and there's no way that I would be able to get off the BUS, and walk home half naked without being seen. I tried to explain that to my boss. It only seemed to make him horny. 'I think it's time for you to let the world know what kind of a lady you really are.' Phil said. He and Matt smiled and brought me back to my office for a quickie before the sales rep came. Once he was gone, and my paperwork for him complete, my boss sent me down to the floor for the day. 'to prime me for the trip home' He said smiling. Checking over displays and doing inventory checks in full view of the shoppers always makes me queasy and aroused at the same time. To make it worse I was in a dressing room every hour or so getting fucked hard by Matt, Rob, Greg, Phil, or all of the above. It seemed that my transportation predicament had them really horny. They took me to the food court for lunch, my panties were so wet with cum by that point that I left an actual puddle on the floor. It was collecting under my pussy seeping through the lace of the panties and dripping through the mesh seat to the floor. I casually looked down to see a perfect picture of my gaping lips in my panties. They were so wet now that they were see-thru. They informed me at lunch time that they had called in reinforcements for the afternoon. Once we were done we walked to the mall fitness store, where Rob knew all the employees. I looked at the four guys behind the counter and knew what was coming. Rob and they talked for a few seconds smiling a lot and then one of them opened the back room door. 'You know my wife made it clear that you were to be WELL used today, so we're going the extra mile for you. These guys know Rob pretty well and have expressed an interest in meeting you before. Rob has given them pictures, but now we have a reason to give them more.' I allowed one of them to lead me into the backroom and there on an old weightbench they each had a turn Fucking the shit out of me. Two of them actually made it in for a second pass. They wanted the camisole off so they could suck on my nipples and feel my breasts. It had been a while since I had been done this roughly especially by complete strangers, I began to get the feeling back I think at that point, and even looked forward to the bus ride, but I kept that thought quiet. We were definitely late in returning to lunch, I walked awkwardly through the mall still feeling the after-tingles of hands,tongues, and teeth pawing at my breasts and nipples. Cum ran down my inner thighs, and squelched out of my sodden and well used vagina. Now my asshole as well dribbled semen into my panties, which were no longer able to conain the flow and leaked it onto my legs. The musky stank of sex hung about me for several feet, and wafted up from between my legs so much so that it was all I could smell. Despite all of this, I still spent the next three hours on the sales floor. Throughout the afternoon, Between Phil and Matt five more strange men approached me for sex and I dutifully bent for each of them, spreading my legs to allow them access to the veritable swamp of Semen now flowing in tiny rivulets and actually pooling between my toes. All but one opted to take me anally, and given the opportunity what man wouldn't. The fifth was just too repulsed and only let me go down on him, however just as he came he pushed my head back and ejaculated all over the front of my Camisole. So I spent the last hour with with yellow stains slowly crusting on my chest. With the end of the day fast approaching Phil, Matt, Greg and Rob, all took another turn with me for 'good measure' and then it was time to punch out. My hands trembled as I inserted my timecard. I thought back to my day and the feeling of Rhianna's lips parting as I inserted my own. I thought of the men in the sports store, and then I thought of my husband, he had been home from work for over an hour, and by the design of this little scheme, there should be a fairly attractive woman waiting to seduce him. He hadn't called me. Through this whole adventure, he had remained true, I had done my wifely duty and kept him very well satisfied, but even with my many indiscretions, he hadn't strayed. I wondered what was happening. 'Any word from your wife Phil?' I asked and my tone sold me out. 'You mean has she managed to get your husband to do it yet.' Phil said. 'Yes she called an hour ago and I spoke to both of them, filling them in on your acceptance of the plan, and what you'd already been through. I believe your husband is most likely having sex with my wife as we speak. A little strange isn't it?' Phil asked. For the briefest second I felt a connection to my boss on a level close to the love that I felt for my husband, and then the image of them having sex came into my mind and I have to admit I was a little jealous. Now that's a little weird. Here I was Cum literally flowing out of me, none of it my husbands standing in a busy department store breakroom, about to get onto a public bus half naked, and I was a little mad, that my husband was having sex with another woman in the privacy of our own home, a woman no less that I had gone down on extensively only a few hours earlier. At the time clock, Phil, Rob, and Greg headed out the employee door to the parking lot and I began the long walk out to the mall and the main door where, two bus rides awaited me. I stopped to take a final look at myself. I was sweating nervously, which dampened the camisole just enough to see my nipples through it. There were dried spots of cum all across the front of it. The camisole itself stopped at my belly button, and just below a tiny peek of my midriff the satin shorts began. A triangle of drenched lace ran from a point at my crotch to about three inches wide, at my belly button, and you could see all my cum crunchy pubic hair through it, as well as the top inch of my now stretched out and thoroughly saturated pussy. From there semen in a thick shiny gloss ran down my inner thighs almost to my knees, where it thinned out into narrow streams and as I said had dribbled all the way to my toes. It was a long walk to the main entrance. Matt stayed right with me, but by now the mall was mainly teenagers, and with a youthful cockiness, there were a lot of rude comments, eventually we got a mall security escort to the main entrance and he waited with us the entire twenty minutes until the bus came. During the conversation it became clear that he would be stopping by the store on monday to see how I 'made out'. It was also clear that Matt was going to have to sit with me. The looks that we got were more than enough to have me feeling really low. Then there was the bus station. Someone grabbed my ass as we got off, and headed to the terminal to catch the next bus. It was then that things began to get out of hand. When we began to wait for the bus, there was only one other person waiting. A middle-aged man in a nice suit with a briefcase, reading and trying to be discret about checking me out. Then a group of twenty something boys strolled up. There were six of them and they wasted no time in starting a conversation. 'Jesus?' one of them said 'Fuck much?' They all started laughing. Matt nervously kept a hand in his pocket where he told me he had a stun gun. 'What's the deal with you?' Another said 'You on your way home from a hard day at the office or what?' Another added. 'Hey she's wearin' a ring, and he's not?' A third said. 'Oh yeah, the first one said, WOW, hey does your husband know you're out in that?' 'He picked it.' I said it was an effort to seem in control, but when my voice cracked on picked it only served to show weakness. 'There's a group of us.' Matt said, 'we all kind of swing, this is a dare.' Bless his perverted quick thinking heart. I thought as the kids absorbed the information. 'Damn how many times have you been fucked today?' One of the kids said. Matt and I both began to add. 'About twenty.' Matt said. 'Where are you going now?' One asked. 'Home' Matt said. 'Yours or hers?' Another asked laughing. 'Mine.' Matt said 'Mine.' I said, and we both winced a little. They all laughed. Then one of them looked at his watch. 'You know this bus won't be here for another thirty-five minutes, how 'bout you head over to those bushes and give us a show?' The other five all chimed in their assent. Nervously Matt looked to me for approval, and my heart and stomache sank. I nodded and began to walk over to the stand of bushes they were referring to. There was trash everywhere. Within minutes They had pulled my clothing off and I had a cock in my mouth up to the balls, and felt another sliding into my asshole. Once two had committed to fucking me the others all had no problem and I was soon Face down in the grass with my ass in the air taking one after another as the others smacked my ass and grabbed my tits roughly. The bus pulled up some forty minutes later, and by then they had all had me once, and two of them had made it to a second. They smiled down at me as I lay, now covered from head to toe in fresh cum. 'Don't worry, we'll hold the bus for you.' Three of them were already boarding as the other three ran to catch up, one of them holding my top tight in his fist. Matt handed me the silk shorts, and I pulled them up my slick legs and over my abused womanhood. I was too sore to run, but they made good and held the bus. As I got on topless one of them handed me my camisole as Matt paid. The conservative businessman looked me over before returning to his book. The ride was almost a half hour, and there were already three people on the bus. One by one the bus emptied until the six kids got off together and thanked me for a great time. Now only myself, Matt, and the businessman were left. As the bus pulled away the businessman approached us. 'I couldn't help, but notice you seem to be in a giving mood?' The man asked shyly, and a few moments later I was sitting on his lap with his surprisingly thick cock buried to the hilt in my asshole. Finally the stop arrived and Matt and I were able to get off the damned bus at the foot of my street. I counted eight neighbors marking my progress from the window and hoped none of them had called the police as I tiredly shambled up my walkway to my front porch and opened the door. Phil's, My husbands, The Bronco, and of course my car were all in the driveway and as I turned the doorknob I had no idea what to expect. I turned it and found my husband waiting standing with the other men who now dominated different facets of my life, all together. There in the middle naked and glossy from sex, was my bosses wife. 'I think it's time for you to continue this mornings excercise.' She cooed. 'I seem to have gotten some cum in my vagina, and I'd like it removed.' Then as she strode forward to lead me into the house she added. 'So? How was your day?'