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Gesus Ralph

By: Mainefiddleheads



The first couple of shorts I placed on here were done on the fly with a very limited time frame to complete, a couple hours each. I think I'll do the same with this one. Of course, I always have the Anons and their scuzzy wives in view when I do these types of shorts so I hope there is at least a modicum of recognition of their moribund ass scratching lives as they gather their thoughts in preparing witty rejoinders. So without further due, here is Louise and her side.

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Ok, I know I asked for all of this and there isn't any damn excuse for anything I did but this just isn't right. Yeah, I laid it out to Ralph Friday night and told him what was up and not but like always, I just didn't give common sense any mind at all. You see, Ralph is something of a bum. I know that is hard to believe and all with him being a man like he is but it's true. He's a frickn bum. If he pays more mind to me on any given day than he does his Toshiba 60 inch flat screen, it would be a standing miracle. He's lost all interest in me for sex. We never go out anywhere except for a box of pizza and beer and his ass is fucking glued to that couch if it isn't plopped down at the dining room table. Of course he works. We all have to because we aren't rich. I think there's a couple years left on the mortgage and we do ok with savings and stuff but that's all I've had to look forward to for a long time. Don't get me wrong. I love the old loafer. He put two babies in me and we stuck through hell and high water.

So, I guess I need to come to terms with how I ended up where I am now. Ralph moved out last week after his "big weekend" of hot sex with those two god damn tramps and he wouldn't listen to a word I said. He got one of those lawyers you see on TV trying to drum up accident business to serve divorce papers on me here at the house. By that point, I was steaming mad at him for what he did with Sylvia and June and wanted to kill him, well, at least let him have it real good. However, he was gone and I was alone and that was that for now. The problem is he has it all wrong.

As awful as it all looked, I never did fuck that Roger or that little shit Willy. Not one single time. Of course I made it all look like I was having a grand old time getting laid on a regular basis with both of them but that was only to convince Jane that I was cool with all she was doing. I kept playing hard to get and to be honest I did make out with Roger a couple times if only to keep up appearances. I even went so far as to jack him off a couple times but I never let him have my pussy. I kept promising him a piece of ass if we could ever get away for the night but he would have to wait until then which in my mind was never going to happen. In any event, the guys were telling a couple of the girls that I was putting out and I just went right along with it.

Then along came that damn convention and Jane along with Sylvia and June as well as a few of the other girls decided this was where we were going let our hair down and party hard. Now what was I going to do? So far all I had done was jerk off Roger but I'd let myself be set up now. Jane set up all the room reservations for the six of us girls for that Friday night. Why she only got three rooms, I didn't know until later. But now the game was on and somehow I had to save face.

For the past month, Jane had been feeding us a constant stream of stories about what some of the guys were doing, including Ralph and some of his workmates at the warehouse. They would hit the titty bar on the other side of the bridge after work and pound beers until somebody would pour them home. Well, Jane had pictures of the bunch of them that one of her so called girlfriends had taken one night. There was Ralph with some small boobed girl rubbing her ass right on his lap. I know what happens when a girl rubs an ass on Ralph's lap. Instant wood. I didn't see Ralph in the pictures of the guys carrying the girls into the cheap motel across the street but it was his crowd so I figured he had to be there. Gesus, I was mad so I decided that I would up the ante. Ralph wasn't giving me what I wanted, hell, what I needed, so I was going to push his buttons. That's what I did regardless of my own guilt for the hand jobs I gave Roger.

Alright I was stupid. I know that now. But I did it anyway. When I was giving that little speech to Ralph about the "modern woman", I didn't believe a word of it myself. I just figured that it would have him sitting at home worrying about what I was doing and getting pissed that some other man might be taking a piece of what was his. I know how men are. They get jealous and shit and then they take back what is theirs. At least that's what it's supposed to be like. Alright I was stupid. Ralph was pissed.

Jane and some of the girls picked me up like planned and we checked into the hotel at the Center. This was a nice place with a big bar and lounge with dancing, a buffet and stuff, real good place to stay. Just like she said, there were a lot of men there for that convention as well as a good number of girls in the bar. We all freshened up and hit the place as a group. I know Sylvia and June were there too because I saw both of them. June was giving Willy, her ex-husband, the mean stink eye while Sylvia kept glancing at me and Jane. I didn't see Roger until later when he was hitting big on some older lady at the end of the bar. As for Willy, the last I saw of him was him getting the bee-gesus slapped out of him by some little tiny girl out on the dance floor. I have to admit that was funny as Hael. He had a little bright red palm print on both of his cheeks. June was fucking laughing her ass off.

It was shortly after that when Jane corralled me off to a table with another girl and four or five guys from the convention. The drinks were flowing and I think at one point Jane was trying to get me to take tequila shots with the guys. Fortunately I had enough wits about me to turn that bit down. I know for certain what happens when I shoot tequila and I didn't need that going on with a table of men. I might have been acting like a slut but god knows I knew I wasn't one for real, at least not then. Even without the shots, I was drunk. The truth is I was going to do a whole lot of fuckery, willingly, if I didn't get control of the night.

Unfortunately, I didn't get control. Either the booze caught up with me or somebody did something to one of my drinks because the next thing I knew I was on my back naked with my legs in the air and one man eating my muff while another was holding my face while fucking my mouth. There was a blur of other people in the room, mostly naked. Jane and a couple girls were giving blowjobs to some of them. I was really wasted because when the guy orgasmed in my mouth I just swallowed it down and I never do that. The muff eater took his position and another man mounted to push a fuck into me. He fucked my pussy for several minutes before pulling his cock out of me and spooging on my bush. The guy in my mouth kept holding my face while I sucked his cock as another man entered me. At that point I don't remember the rest of the night other than occasional moment of clarity to recognize another cock or another pussy or a hairy leg here and there.

I woke up in the morning in a complete blur. I think it was Jane who stirred me to life and fed me some kind of concoction that gave me a really intense buzz. Now I don't do drugs so this was a first and whatever she gave me made me high as a kite. I was feeling no pain and I felt like I was floating on air. She slipped some clothes onto me, ran a brush through my hair and after getting somewhat ready, we headed to one of the other rooms. One of the girls was getting fucked by two men. Jane called out to the other three guys letting them know we were ready to go.

So the five of us piled into Jane's car with one of the guys driving. I was in the middle back seat buzzed with Jane on one side and a guy on the other. We had just left the parking lot when Jane just kind of pulled me back into her holding my arms up over my head exposing my bare titties to the guy while he lifted my ass up, opening my pussy. He just unzipped his trousers and pulled his hard cock out. He might have stroked it a couple of times before fucking it into me. I was just on a cloud. It felt great but I also know I didn't want this to happen just like the night before. I didn't want it. Nonetheless, my body went with it and I started fucking him back. I couldn't help it. The driver pulled into a seedy little park by the river and parked. The guy fucking me emptied himself in me and was replaced by a second. Jane continued holding me down and keeping me exposed for the men. My nipples were sore from being pulled and pinched but it didn't matter. The high kept everything good. When he was done, the third guy did me. He was bigger, a lot bigger, and he buried it while rubbing my clit. I lost it at that point and my body was wracked with an enormous orgasm. This guy just kept plowing me through it and when he was ready, he pulled out and sprayed ropes of milky jism on my face with strands of it hitting my hair and chin. It was a mess.

They all chilled out there for a while and I began to come down from the drug high. That's when I actually realized what I had just done. I was freaking out and letting Jane have it. Her response? I better stick with the plan, the program. Ralph would toe the line. I knew it was stupid. Gesus H!! I was so fucked, literally and figuratively. So, I played it like I planned except I was still too fucked up to really know what I was doing. They pulled into my yard and Jane got out letting me out. Heading to the house, I saw my reflection in the storm door window. Fuck me.

So, after all that, I was sitting on the bathroom floor hearing the faint sounds of those cunts fucking my husband all the while knowing I had just completely fucked up my life in one night. I never intended to fuck those men and if I had not gotten so god damn drunk I never would have. If Jane had not drugged me, I never would have been gang banged on my way home. FUCK! On my way home! 

I think I pulled myself together after about an hour of self- pity, crying and cursing. I showered and threw on some clothes from the laundry room, drank a big glass of juice and turned on Ralph's big screen TV. That lasted for about five minutes before I threw a heavy glass ashtray right at it. I thought it would shatter but it didn't. It just chucked a small crash hole in the middle of it and died. My marriage went out with a bigger bang.

I didn't stay for Ralph's orgy show. I grabbed some things out of the closet and the laundry room and headed to my sister's for the rest of the day and night. I called Ralph early that evening and tried to tell him how sorry I was. I think he was having too much fun with those two whores to pay any mind to what I was saying. After my sister finished reaming a new butthole in me, I was pretty much done. She is mad as hell at me but she knows we are blood and she will help me all she can. She is like the eternal optimist and even she thinks I've shit my life away. She's probably right but I have to set it right between Ralph and me.

Monday after Hell Weekend was pretty odd at work. Jane had abruptly quit with no reason given except that she had apparently hightailed it out of town with a couple of those guys from the convention. Both Sylvia and June showed up with Sylvia smirking through the whole day. June was oddly quiet and avoided me. Not Sylvia. She was in my face a couple times rubbing it in. I so wanted to beat her ass. About June, something was bothering me about her. I know she fucked my husband and she probably thinks I fucked her stupid ex but there was something else about her that I couldn't put my finger on. I determined to talk to her about her version of all this when I had the chance.

I got that chance on Wednesday when I caught her alone in the downstairs breakroom. Few people use it so I sat down with her. At first we just looked at each other and then she started crying. I didn't know what to make of it but I knew it was guilt. I'd known June off and on for quite a while and although we were never BFF, I knew enough to know that she wasn't the cheating type or the type to fuck another woman's husband yet she did. 

Something was wrong. I had enough guilt with my own stupid actions but I also knew I wouldn't have done that without the booze or drugs or whatever was in me to tip me over like that. I broke the ice.

"June, you look like shit and I know I look worse and feel worse... but, I need to know what really happened. I remember some of Friday night and most of the morning but there are some big gaps that just aren't because of drinking too much. And, I know you and Sylvia are fucking my husband and god knows I probably deserve every bit of it but this isn't right. I never did anything like this; I mean anything, in twenty years of being married to Ralph."

She blurted out "You were fucking that Roger." I interrupted her.

"June, I NEVER fucked that bastard ever. Same with Willy, too, June. I know y'all think I did. That was just me talking shit trying to look like that bitch Jane. I talked a good game but I never fucked another man other than my husband until last Friday night. And now, I've gone and done it big time in the worse way. June, I need to know what really happened."

She looked down at her fingers and then raised her eyes to mine.

"Louise, first, let me tell my side of this without interruptions OK. OK, first, I'm sorry as hael for fucking your man. Even if you did fuck Willy, it wouldn't be any of my business and if you didn't then, this is all worse. I left your place Sunday afternoon and I admit that we fucked ourselves silly the whole time. I've been feeling like a whore since Monday night when I talked with Willy about this. You know I saw the little shit Friday night and knew he wasn't getting any from you or anybody else. I could just tell, I guess. Well, he admitted to me that he hadn't ever fucked you and didn't know if Roger had or not. Roger claimed he did. So anyways, I started thinking about some of the things Jane had said about the two of you being such sluts. I mean the whole office is fucking around except me, well, at least until Sylvie convinced me to go out to your place Friday night.

"On the way over there, Sylvie told me Jane, you and some of the girls were going to take Ecstasy tonight and that Jane had slipped it into your drink. With all the booze y'all were pounding down there was no way somebody wasn't going to get it from you. I figured you were already fucking on Ralph so I went with Sylvie to your place. When we got there, Sylvie called Ralphie, I mean Ralph, and told him we were outside. Then we told him, I guess mostly I told him, that you had been fucking Roger and Willy for a month and we didn't think it was right. Hael, we were already sauced and planned on both of us fucking him anyway. Didn't know if he would or not but that doesn't matter now, especially after what you told him Friday night. He was game and we were willing. OK, so you were drugged, boozed and probably taken advantage of. Sylvie and I fucked your husband the whole weekend. Jane has run off. Sylvie is still fucking Ralph and he's moved out. Louise, why in fucks name did you ever listen to that stupid bitch, Jane??"

Well, this was just great. June's summary was just about dead on. I had fucked a carnival on drugs and booze, led to the slaughter by a conniving cunt and my husband of twenty years was having another woman in his bed every night. Stupid is stupid and there is no other way to describe it. I asked June if she would sit down with Ralph someplace away from Sylvia and tell him what she told me. She readily agreed with that and I had a spark of hope that there might be a way out of this hell. The divorce papers came that evening before she had a chance to talk with him.

I keep looking at those papers but I know there is no way I can sign them. Ralph is letting me keep the house as long as I make payments on it and he keeps his retirement and no alimony. Everything else we split. It sounds good if I wanted a fucking divorce but I don't and I don't think Ralph does either. I think it's that cunt Sylvia that is driving him to do this and I don't know how to fix things as long as he has all the pussy whenever he wants it. June talked with Ralph last night and she told me he listened to everything she had to say but he didn't commit to anything other than to say he would call me.

The doorbell rang around 8 o'clock. My Ralph wanted to talk.