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From Saint to Slut

By: jack_straw



Author's note: Special thanks go to Rick in the Great Northwest for coming up with the original concept for this story, and for some helpful suggestions at critical points in the writing process. This is as much his story as it is mine.

There are a couple of things the reader should be aware of: First, this is a very long story. If you are looking for a slam-bam-thankya-ma'am kind of story, this isn't it. Sorry, it is what it is. Second, this is a story of erotic fiction that deals with betrayal, coercion, dominance and humiliation. If you're squeamish about those subjects, move on to something else. Those of you who aren't, sit back and enjoy the show.

It was a hot, muggy Saturday in early June when Gail Martin got the telephone call that set everything into motion. 

Gail, a petite 35-year-old blonde, was still in her pajamas that morning eating a bowl of cereal when the phone rang. She was pleasantly surprised to hear the voice of Debra Mason on the other end. Debra and her husband Ron had been good friends of hers when she had been married, but she had only seen Debra in passing since her divorce over a year earlier. 

"How are you, dear?" Debra asked. "I was thinking about you the other day, and thought I'd give you a call and see how you're doing." 

"I'm doing all right," Gail said. "Being a single mom has taken some getting used to, but I've about got it down now. The kids are at Mother's for a couple of weeks, so I have some time to myself for a change." 

Debra smiled wickedly when she heard that. Perfect, she thought. 

"Well, Ron's in Seattle on business, and won't be back until next week," Debra said. "We've got some catching up to do, you and me. It seems like forever since I've seen you. I've missed you." 

"Oh, Debra, I've missed you too," Gail said. "It's just that I've been so busy." 

"Why don't you come over for coffee," Debra said. "Maybe we can catch up on things." 

"Sounds great," Gail said. "Let me get cleaned up and dressed. How about an hour?" 

"Great, I'll put on a fresh pot," Debra said. 

"See you in a little while," Gail said, then hung up the phone. 

Debra hung up the phone on her end, then winked at the two men who had been standing in her kitchen listening. 

"OK, it's a done deal," Debra said as she casually strolled over to the men. They each bussed her on a cheek while she ran each hand down to the bulges in their shorts. Both men groaned as their cocks stiffened, then Debra laughed as she twirled out of their reach. 

"Later, guys," she said gayly. "We have all afternoon to play." 

"So, are we ready?" said one of the men, a tall blond who was Ron Mason, Debra's husband. 

"Absolutely," answered the other, a well-built man with reddish hair. "I've been waiting for this for a year." 

Jack Martin felt the trill of excitement in his stomach at the thought that by the end of the day he would have his ex-wife right where he wanted her, back where she belonged, under his thumb. 

For someone who had been a success at everything he'd ever tried, Jack's divorce from Gail had been a bitter pill to swallow. 

He had been the starting quarterback for his high school football team, leading it to an undefeated state championship season his senior year. He was an honor student who had gone on to a top Division II college where he had started three years as quarterback and led the team to winning seasons all three years. He had graduated from that college with honors and gone on to a successful career for a major corporation. 

He had come from a prominent family that owned several businesses, and that had given him a rich boy's attitude and self-confidence that had helped him become successful with the ladies. From the time he'd turned 14, Jack had been able to charm the pants off just about any woman he'd ever encountered. 

Gail had been the only exception. She had been a senior in college and he was a budding executive when they met at a social function. She was pretty, with a thick head of blonde hair, usually cut about shoulder length. She was fairly short and trim, but well-built. Like other women, Gail had succumbed to Jack's charms, but only to a point. Her religious beliefs and a straight-laced moral code had kept her from giving Jack her virgin pussy. So she had become a challenge for Jack that wasn't met until he came forth with a ring and an "I do." 

Once married, Gail had proven to be fairly enthusiastic about sex, but again, only up to a point. It had taken Jack years just to coax Gail into oral sex, and even then, she never swallowed his cum. And as for anal, forget it. She also steadfastly refused to get into any sort of a swinging lifestyle, angrily rebuffing even the subtle suggestions he would occasionally make. And as time went on, her enthusiasm for even conventional sex declined as she developed a rather rigid moral attitude that brooked no deviance whatsoever, from anyone. 

Needless to say, despite their two children, the Martins' marriage was quite stormy. Jack quickly began looking for new fields to conquer, to enjoy what Gail refused him. Gail had been willing to look the other way about his extramarital affairs for awhile, for the sake of the children, but when he became too flagrant, she filed for divorce after 11 years of marriage. 

The divorce had been a rude awakening for Jack. Gail was able to bring forth evidence of Jack's adultery, with the result that she came away with full custody of the children, a healthy child support settlement and substantial alimony. It was a complete victory, and it left Jack infuriated. 

He really didn't contest the custody issue, but he thought the monthly child support figure was excessive, and the very idea of alimony was one he simply couldn't abide. Alimony, in his mind, was a public admission of defeat, a slap in the face, and his first decision after the divorce was that he was going to find a way out of paying it. 

This was especially necessary since he was remarrying quite soon, to a woman who was quite a bit more amenable to an open marriage, but who also had expensive tastes. Alimony would cut deeply into his recreational funds, so he had begun plotting to not only eliminate alimony payments, but also extract revenge from Gail for her victory in court. He intended to humiliate her and bring her back under his control, from whence she had slipped when she'd filed for divorce and kicked him out of the house. 

It was actually Debra who had supplied the idea of blackmailing Gail into becoming his sex toy. She had been lying between Ron and Jack after a particularly sweaty three-way session when the subject of Gail came up. Debra, who was bisexual, made the confession that she had always been attracted to Gail, and would have loved to have gotten her into bed. 

Like a flashing light, Jack had been hit with the scheme almost fully-born. What could be better? Gail was an elementary school teacher in a small town who also taught Sunday School and was an avid, almost fanatic, churchgoer. He well knew how Baptists felt about homosexuality and other "deviant" sex acts. If he could somehow maneuver Gail into a lesbian tryst and film the encounter, he'd have devastating blackmail to use against her. 

Then he could not only quit paying alimony, but he could also coerce her into performing the kinds of sex acts she'd always refused to do when they had been married. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded, so much so that he never failed to get hard when he did. He would turn Gail into his personal sex slave, and make her do whatever he wanted her to do. He would turn his prim and proper ex-wife into the raging slut he'd always wanted her to be, and make her like it. 

Gail was oblivious to all of that as she rang the Masons' doorbell around 11 a.m. that Saturday. She thought she was just going to spend a pleasant two or three hours with an old friend and catch up on old times. 

Debra liked Gail well enough as a person, but she loved Ron and his eight-inch dick, and she adored Jack and his fat seven-inch cock, thus she always did whatever they asked her to do. So she had readily agreed to seduce Gail for Jack. She had lusted after Gail for years, and was eager to bring the straight-laced blonde into their wide-open sexual lifestyle. 

Debra greeted Gail warmly and they walked into her kitchen for some coffee. Debra was an exotic-looking brunette who wore her thick hair stylishly short, but full. She was tall and well-built, with breasts in the A-cup range. She had an expressive face with devilish brown eyes that always threatened to betray her voracious appetite for pleasure. She was dressed in short shorts and a tight t-shirt that allowed her naked nipples to show through the thin material. Gail, of course, was more conservatively dressed, in nearly knee-length shorts and a linen blouse. 

The two women talked about their lives and what had gone on the previous year. Gail could be quite likeable, even charming, so long as you followed her strict moral code. And Debra had never given Gail any reason to doubt that she was anything but an old trusted friend. 

Ron was an electronics whiz, and he had wired his sun room with four mini-cameras at various points in the room. The cameras were wired to a computer in the upstairs office, where they would be recorded onto a CD-ROM. Ron and Jack could then go back later and edit the video, selecting the shots from whichever camera gave them the best look at any particular moment. 

The biggest problem they had confronted had been how they were going to maneuver Gail into a compromising position without her knowing what was afoot. She needed to be clueless about what was going on until Jack was ready to spring his trap. 

But on a trip to Jamaica a month or so earlier, Ron had come across a powerful sex drug, one that put the user into a kind of state of suspended animation, almost like a voodoo trance. The person on this drug would have no awareness of his or her surroundings, no free will, yet would be able to be fully ambulatory, even to the point of experiencing tactile sensations. 

Ron had seen it used on a young prostitute in Kingston, and he and the shaman/pimp had spent some three hours fucking the little whore into a continuous string of explosive orgasms. They had used and abused her mercilessly, and she had raised absolutely no objection or concern about any of it, then she didn't remember a thing when the effects of the drug wore off. Ron had brought back a quantity that he believed would be sufficient to render Gail powerless to resist Debra's advances. 

Debra had mixed the drug in some tuna salad, which she served Gail as part of a light lunch she had invited Gail to share in the sun room. It took about 30 minutes for the drug to begin to take effect, during which time Debra had a hard time keeping her excitement in check. Gail started feeling a little faint, a little nauseous and asked Debra if there had been something wrong with the tuna salad. Just before she lost consciousness, Gail had a disturbing thought that something was very wrong. 

Debra had Gail lie down on the sofa and close her eyes to rest. Debra waited about 15 more minutes, to make sure Gail was truly out. Then she knelt by the sofa and called her name. Gail's eyes opened, but they were unfocused and unseeing. 

"Gail, do you know where you are?" Debra asked. Gail shook her head slowly, as a puzzled look passed her face. "Gail, who am I?" 

"Deb-ra," she answered woodenly. 

"Gail, sit up please," Debra continued, and Gail sat up. Debra sat down on the sofa next to Gail, and put her arm around the blonde's shoulders. "Gail, kiss me." 

Gail turned her face to Debra and the two women put their lips together. At first, it was a bit mechanical, but as Debra worked her lips against Gail's, and forced her tongue past Gail's lips, the kiss became deeper, more involved, their tongues working together. Gail had a confused look on her face when they broke the kiss, as if she knew deep down that what she was doing wasn't right. But when Debra ordered her to stand up and take off her clothes, Gail complied without hesitation. 

Debra shivered with lust as she drank in the sight of Gail's nakedness. Gail was possessed of a modest pair of round 32Bs, a nice butt and just the barest hint of swelling at the belly from having borne two children. Debra's gaze swept to the fulcrum of Gail's legs, at the thick, dark patch of pubic hair that still couldn't hide her prominent inner labia. Her mouth watered at the prospect of sucking those lips and getting her tongue between them to the treasure that awaited inside. 

Debra quickly stood up, undressed and pressed her naked body to Gail's. Gail instinctively wrapped her arms around Debra as they embraced and kissed again. Debra pulled away and bent her face to suck and lick on Gail's breasts, and as she did, a tentative moan escaped Gail's lips. Debra worked her way down until she was kneeling on the floor between Gail's legs, which opened of their own volition. 

Wrapping her hands on Gail's butt, Debra pulled Gail's pussy close to her face, and she inhaled the aroma of Gail's arousal, wondering as she did just how long this woman had gone without sex. Then she dismissed the thought and slid two fingers between Gail's lips, up to her swelling clitoris, then into her steaming box. Gail's legs opened wider as Debra slowly finger-fucked her moistening cunt. Debra quickly pressed her assault with her mouth, running her tongue the length of Gail's furrow and boring into her wet pink pussy with her tongue. 

Debra knelt on the floor and ate Gail's cunt until the blonde was involuntarily humping her hips on Debra's face. At that point, Debra maneuvered Gail onto the sofa, then laid her body atop Gail's. 

"Oooooh, baby, I want you so bad," Debra cooed for the benefit of the microphones. "Tell me you want me too." 

"I... want you, too," Gail said, an intense look on her face. It sounded a little wooden, but it was enough. Debra slid back onto the floor on her knees between Gail's legs, opened Gail's thighs wide and swiped her tongue up Gail's dripping pussy. She ate Gail's cunt with noisy relish, slobbering and moaning into the blonde's twitching pussy. Gail's hips were moving in a jerky motion as she tried to keep the connection between her cunt and Debra's hot, active mouth and tongue. Debra reached up with both hands and squeezed Gail's tits as she ate her pussy. 

Gail was emitting little moans and yips as a strong climax built in her body. And without a conscious mind to hold it back, the orgasm burst through Gail's body like an earthquake. Her body shuddered and shook as she flooded Debra's face with her orgasmic flow. Debra gently licked on Gail's twitching pussy until the waves of pleasure subsided. 

Debra stood up on shaky legs. She was beyond aroused from what she'd just done, seducing a willing, yet unwilling, woman into lesbian sex. The insides of her thighs were wet with the flow of her arousal, as she straddled Gail's head, keeping one foot on the floor and perching the other on the back of the sofa. She slowly lowered her pussy onto Gail's open mouth, but at first the inexperienced blonde had a puzzled look on her face. So Debra talked Gail through every step, and Gail did everything just like she was told, until Debra was frantically humping her hips hard onto Gail's mouth, as a powerful orgasm exploded through her slender body. 

After a bit of a rest, Debra ordered Gail to lie on her back on the floor, then Debra lay down on top, in a 69. As the two women worked their mouths on each other, Debra got up on her knees, picked Gail's hips up off the floor, and held her up as she furiously lashed the blonde's wet, hot pussy. When they had each had another strong orgasm, Debra lay on the floor next to Gail, and brought the blonde into a close embrace, to which Gail responded without a thought. After a few minutes, Debra got up and left Gail on the floor, with her body still sweaty, her hair tousled wildly and her legs spread open lewdly, a benign expression on her face. 

Jack looked at the monitor and exclaimed, "That's it! That shot says it all. She looks content, like she enjoyed what she just did. God, your wife is a fucking sexual genius." Satisfied that they had more than enough to use, the men shut the machine off and went downstairs to help Debra get Gail dressed and back on the sofa. 

Gail began to come around about 4 p.m., and she was confused about what had happened. She had gotten sick, she thought, possibly from food poisoning, although she really wasn't sure. All she knew was that she left Debra's house with a vague feeling of disquiet, like something was going on that she wasn't aware of, but should be. 

Over the next few days, she had some very strange dreams, some of them nightmares and some of them quite pleasurable. In fact, those were the dreams that concerned her the most. She had persistent dreams of sex, delicious dreams of wanton pleasure that left her shaken, yet aroused. These alarmed her, for she'd never had erotic dreams much in the past. And worst, some of them were dreams of sex with a woman, which she had always believed was evil, abhorrent. 

It took Ron and Jack several days to edit the raw footage into a video of usable quality. Once they had a finished product, they burned copies onto a half-dozen CDs, then culled a couple of dozen of the best, clearest, juiciest shots into stills that could be printed out. By that Friday, they were ready. Jack booked two rooms at the Hilton on the bypass, near the airport at the large city not far from the town where Gail was living, then he picked up the phone in his office and called his ex-wife. 

Gail was working in her flower garden when the portable phone on the picnic table rang. She answered the phone and cringed when she heard Jack's voice on the other end. Because Jack did have limited visitation rights, taking the children one weekend a month, it wasn't altogether unusual for him to call. But he knew, or should have known, that the kids were off at their grandparents, which meant that this call was about something different. 

"Hello, Gail," Jack said sunnily. "How are you?" 

"I'm fine," she answered. "And you?" Gail was immediately suspicious. Since the divorce, Jack's tone of voice whenever he had called had been terse, almost angry. But this time he sounded upbeat, almost breezy, like he had an ace up his sleeve. Gail had known him too long to be anything but wary. 

"Getting remarried in a few weeks," Jack answered. "To a real hot babe. I'm sure you'll like her." 

"I'm sure I won't," Gail said coldly. "Jack, what do you want? I'm busy and I don't have the time or the inclination to engage you in a lot of chit-chat." 

"Gail, we need to meet to discuss our divorce settlement," Jack said. "Some new developments have arisen that concern you." 

"What do you mean, 'developments that concern me?'" Gail said, as an eerie feeling slithered down her spine. 

"Yeah, I've gotten some information that should allow for a more equitable settlement," Jack said. "Let's meet tomorrow night for dinner, say 7 o'clock, in the lounge at the Hilton on the bypass. You know where I'm talking about, don't you?" 

She knew, all right. That was where they had spent their first night as a married couple, before getting on a plane the next morning for their honeymoon in the Caribbean. Gail felt like she'd swallowed a rock. The sleazy so-and-so was up to no good, she could sense it. 

"Jack, you can't renegotiate our divorce settlement just because you want to," Gail said angrily. "That settlement was set by the court, and you agreed to it. If you're not happy with the terms, tough. Have your lawyer call my lawyer, and see what you can do. But I don't think you'll get very far. The judge was pretty adamant about holding you strictly to the terms of the deal, or maybe you haven't heard of the words contempt of court. And I'm not meeting you for dinner tomorrow or any other night. You're a part of my past now, and I intend to keep it that way." 


From Saint to Slut



"Oh, I think you'll be there," Jack said grimly. "You'd better check your e-mail before you go running off at the mouth about what you will and will not do." 

"Screw you, Jack," Gail said as she disconnected the call. She was shaking with fear and anger at the exchange, as she placed the phone back on the table and walked inside the house. 

Jack cradled the headset of his phone in his hand and smiled wickedly. Screw you, indeed, he thought. I'm gonna screw you, all right, me and lots of others. His cock stiffened in his slacks at the thought of using Gail's hot little body as a bankable commodity for his personal and business interests. He relished the idea of his pious ex-wife becoming his personal whore, fucking and sucking him and anyone else he told her to, all without argument. And it was all going to start tomorrow night at the Hilton. 

Gail slipped her dirty tennis shoes off by the back door, washed and dried her hands, then climbed upstairs to the spare bedroom she used as her office. She booted up her computer, opened her e-mail account and saw two new messages from Jack's business e-mail. There was one large file with two attachments and a much smaller one. She opened the larger message, and when it had downloaded, she scrolled down a little, then stopped, literally. 

It seemed like everything - her heart, her mind, even time itself - stopped for a few seconds as she saw the first image. It was a clear picture of her naked on a sofa, her eyes and mouth open, with a woman kneeling between her wide open legs. The woman's face wasn't visible, because it was buried in her crotch, but it was obviously Debra Mason, from the body and hair. In the image, Gail's eyes were fiery and her tongue was licking her upper lips in what appeared to be a lascivious motion, like she was thoroughly enjoying what Debra was doing between her legs. The second image was the final shot, of her lying on the floor in Debra's arms, both women obviously sexually sated. Gail's body was covered with sweat and her legs were open wide to reveal her red, wet and swollen vagina. It was obvious from the picture that Gail's pussy had gotten a pleasant workout. 

"Oh my God!" Gail whispered slowly. Her face flushed as she realized that Debra, who was allegedly her friend, had lured her into a trap, drugged her and taken advantage of her. And apparently Jack had filmed the whole thing. 

Numbly, Gail closed the file and opened the second, smaller file. It was short, sweet and to the point. 

"See? I told you that you'd meet me for dinner. Be at the Airport Hilton on the bypass 7 p.m. tomorrow. Be prompt, and wear something sexy. Love, JM." 

Gail felt like she was hovering on the edge of an abyss as the implications of what had happened began to sink in. Jack was going to blackmail her into renegotiating their divorce settlement, or worse. There was no question now that he had the upper hand. Regardless of how the images had been obtained, if they got into the wrong hands, it would ruin her career, ruin her family, ruin her life. 

Her parents would disown her, and possibly even try to take her children from her. She would be a pariah at her church, which considered homosexuality a mortal sin. And it would probably cost her her job. The town where she lived was very conservative, in a generally conservative part of the country, and a few years ago, the school board had bowed to the fury of parents who had demanded that an openly gay art teacher be removed from the elementary school. Since then, no other teacher in the district had dared to admit publicly to being a homosexual. 

Her thoughts turned, then, to Debra. How could Debra have betrayed her so grievously? Shaking again with fear and anger, she picked up the phone on the desk and dialed the Masons. She got no answer, and chose not to leave a message on their answering machine. Suddenly, it all overwhelmed her, and she broke down and cried, despairing for her future. 

Gail let herself cry for a few minutes, then she pulled herself together somewhat. She spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze that only lifted briefly when she got a call from her mom, who let her talk to her children. That triggered another good cry, but then she dried her eyes and put her mind to work trying to think of some way to get herself out of Jack's trap. 

She thought about going to the police, but that wouldn't do any good, she decided. She had no proof that she had been drugged, no proof that she had been anything but a willing participant. She briefly considered calling Jack's bluff, daring him to go ahead and distribute his dirt, but fearfully rejected that idea almost immediately. She knew Jack, and she knew he didn't make idle threats. If she didn't cooperate, he would destroy her, and enjoy doing it. 

Finally, she told herself that maybe all he wanted was just to renegotiate the divorce settlement, but in her heart, she knew there was going to be more to it than that. She tried to eat a bite, but her stomach was so nervous, she couldn't eat much. She tried to read, a novel, her Bible, anything to take her mind off Jack and his twisted plans. But the more she tried to put it out of her mind, the more her mind worked around what he had planned for her. 

She knew it would have something to do with sex. Having manipulated her into a lesbian sex scene, she felt certain that was just the prelude. But the prelude to what? And as she turned her mind over the situation, a funny thing happened. She started feeling a tingle between her legs, like she was starting to get aroused. No! This couldn't be happening, Gail thought. The very thought of submitting to Jack's perverted desires made her feel ill, and she prayed hard for the sin to be removed from her mind. But the feeling persisted, even after she took a long, hot shower and went to bed. 

Gail lay wide awake, her mind in a tumult of conflicting emotions. Even though she was a prim and proper lady, with a starchy morality, she was human, with human needs. She was lonely, no question, and she missed the intimate touch of a man. She thought about what Jack would require of her the next night, and she recalled the early years of her marriage. 

She smiled, sadly, as she remembered the good times. She had to admit, when Jack had been good, he'd been very good. He had patiently taught her about sex, and for awhile, she was an avid pupil. He knew how to bring her pleasure, and even as the memories flooded her mind, she could feel the tingle growing between her legs again, much stronger this time. 

As good as it had been in those days, though, she would only let Jack take her so far. In her mind, the beginning of the end had come when he began urging her to take his penis in her mouth. She had finally done it a few times, and while it wasn't as distasteful as she'd expected, she had refused to swallow his semen. That was just too disgusting for her to do. And a couple of times, he had probed around with his fingers in her backside, which she firmly and adamantly put a stop to. 

Their sex life had declined dramatically after that, but there had still been some affection, some "normal" sex with Jack, until she caught him in their bed with his secretary. She had suspected he had had other affairs, and had looked the other way in the interests of keeping the family intact. But that had been the last straw, and she had angrily kicked him out of the house, to his immense shock and anger. 

That had been over two years ago, which was about the last time she had been intimate with a man. She had had a few dates since her divorce, with men from the church, but they had frankly been boring, and the spark had definitely not been there. She had also been asked out by several of the single men at her school, but she didn't believe in dating someone from her workplace, and had turned them down. 

The memories seemed to tumble together, the good and the bad, as the buzz between her legs got stronger. Hesitantly, Gail reached under her nightshirt and discovered that her cotton panties were soaked from the inside. 

She had been brought up to believe that masturbation was an evil practice, and while her views on the subject had softened somewhat over the years, at least where she was concerned, she was usually able to resist the urges when they came on her in the past. But she couldn't help herself this time. The moment she reached into her panties and hesitantly touched herself, a welter of sensations rushed through her body. She ran her fingers between her lips and gasped when she found her throbbing clit. Spasms of sensation roiled through her body as she used both hands on her aching, needy pussy, pleasuring herself for the first time in many months. 

Gail arched her back as the feelings built up inside of her. For a split second, she seemed to hold herself still, as if she was teetering on the edge of a cliff. Then, suddenly, everything crashed upon her, and she shuddered as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. All of the emotions of the day washed through her while she twitched and groaned. 

Then, the feelings slowly faded, and Gail turned her head onto her pillow and bawled like a baby, eventually crying herself to sleep. But she woke up sometime in the night from a dream in which she was the center of attention, the object of desire for a roomful of people, and for the first time, it didn't repel her. Somehow, in the night, her mind had made peace with the idea that Jack was going to do whatever he wanted with her, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. 

Perhaps if she'd known exactly what she would be required to do, she might not have been so serene about it. 

Nevertheless, Gail awoke the next morning determined to make the best of whatever Jack had in store for her. He had told her to wear something sexy, so she took some time to find what she had in her wardrobe that was sexy. The best she could come up with was her black dinner dress, a sleeveless one-piece that fit snug, but not too tight on her body and was virtually the only mini-skirt she owned, extending to about four inches above her knees. It was sexy in a tasteful way, she decided, which was how she intended to present herself. 

Her underthings, though, required some thought and a trip to the mall. She understood instinctively that when Jack said for her to wear something sexy, he didn't mean cotton panties and a maidenform bra with pantyhose. So she had bought several lacy half-cup bras in a variety of colors, several pairs of scanty panties, lace, silk and satin, and three pairs of thigh-high stockings. The lingerie shop had some more exotic wares, but Gail decided that she wasn't quite ready for a garter belt and clip-on stockings. The thigh-highs would do. She had gotten a strange thrill as she browsed through the shop, as though she was doing something naughty and forbidden. It was a feeling she hadn't had since she first started dating Jack. 

Gail was ready by 6 o'clock, dressed and tastefully made up. She looked at herself in the mirror that hung in her foyer, and smiled nervously. She had no idea what to expect, but she expected that Jack would want to have sex with her, and she couldn't decide how she felt about that. Part of her was disgusted with the idea, but another part of her was excited at the prospect. 

Jack was slowly sipping his second gin and tonic in the crowded hotel lounge when Gail arrived, precisely at 7 p.m. He grinned when he saw her arrive on time. Gail had always been a stickler for punctuality, and he was pleased to see that she still possessed that trait. 

He also felt his cock stirring at the sight of his ex-wife. Regardless of what she'd put him through, she still turned him on. He had never been able to figure out why that was, but it was true. He'd had women who were prettier, better-built, wealthier, more exciting, and considerably sexier than Gail, but somehow he'd always had a thing for her. Perhaps it was because everything with Gail had been a challenge, a challenge to fuck her, a challenge to teach her how to fuck once they were married, and a challenge to get her to open up sexually. 

But there was also the fact that with Gail all the pieces seemed to fit. She was pretty enough, well-enough built and sexy enough to hold his interest, that is, until she had let the church and her revived morality come between them. Well, that was about to change radically. 

Gail's stomach was churning when she spied Jack sitting alone at a table, a drink in front of him. He stood up when she approached, but they didn't embrace or show any sign of affection. She was there under duress, and she intended to keep him at arm's length for as long as possible. He didn't seem to mind her cool demeanor, pulling her chair out and seating her. Gail ordered a club soda with a lemon twist, then exchanged pleasantries, or at least as far as the strained atmosphere would permit. 

When her drink arrived, Gail looked across the table at her ex-husband. 

"OK, Jack, explain to me what you're up to," Gail said. "What is this all about?" 

"First, you need to look at these," he replied, sliding a manila envelope across the table. "I just want you to understand that what I sent you on your e-mail was just the tip of the iceberg. You and Debra put on a mighty nice show the other day, and I wanted you to get an idea of just how it went." 

"You know damn good and well that I wasn't conscious for that," Gail said with a good bit of venom in her voice, as she glanced quickly through the dozen or so clear prints that were a pretty thorough chronology of her tryst with Debra. "She drugged me with something in that sandwich, and I don't remember doing any of this." 

"Ah, but can you prove that you were drugged?" Jack said with a malicious grin on his face. "Can you prove that you weren't as enthusiastic about having sex with Debra as you appear to be in these pictures?" 

"No," Gail said in a quiet voice that signalled the first stage of submission. "What I want to know is why. Why did she do it? What do you have on her that would cause her to betray a friend like that?" 

"Gail, dear, it was her idea," Jack said. "Well, her suggestion anyway. I've been fucking her for six years, and she made the suggestion one night about how attracted she was to you, and we just kind of took it from there." 

"You've been..." Gail gasped. "For six years? You sorry bastard." 

"Tsk, tsk, such language," Jack said. "What would the good folks at Gateway Baptist think if they heard you talk like that?" 

"What about Ron?" Gail said. "I thought he was your best friend. Are you really that low that you would have an affair with your best friend's wife?" 

"Heavens, no," Jack said. "He invited me to share her. Which we do, quite often. She's a real sex machine." 

Gail was reeling from that information. Debra may have been her friend, or rather her ex-friend, but she was Jack's lover, in a weird three-way relationship with Ron. This was just beyond her comprehension. Even more fantastic was the revelation that Debra had been attracted to her, apparently for a long time. She had never suspected a thing. 

But then her attention was diverted as they gathered up their things and walked over to the restaurant, where Jack had made 7:30 reservations. Jack wanted a little bit quieter venue to lay out his immediate plans for Gail. Despite her nerves, Gail polished off a plate of shrimp pasta alfredo. She hadn't eaten anything substantial since the call from Jack the previous afternoon, and she realized that she was famished. 

After their meal had been cleared away, Jack ordered them each a cup of coffee. It was time to get down to business. 

"Well, I'm sure you've been going over in your mind what I want from you," Jack said. Gail just nodded, so he continued. "First of all, I'm serious about the divorce settlement. I simply can't let you defeat me like that. You well know how much I hate to lose, and that settlement has been a burr under my saddle for a year." 

"Well, you know, maybe if you hadn't been screwing eveything in sight, you wouldn't have lost in court," Gail said defiantly. 

"And maybe if you'd been a little more open about sex, I wouldn't have had to look elsewhere to meet my needs," Jack said, his temper rising a bit. "But we'll get to that in a minute. Here's how it's going to go, Gail. To begin with, I'm through paying alimony. I'm not about to continue paying you for the privilege of having been married to me." 

"You flatter yourself," Gail said coldly. "It wasn't a privilege. It was supposed to be a partnership. Only you didn't see it that way." 

"Listen, bitch, I didn't come here to rehash our divorce," Jack said, his anger finally boiling over. 

"Then why did you come here, Jack?" Gail said. "Why did you coerce me in to coming here tonight? What exactly do you want from me?" 

Jack took a deep breath to calm himself down. Now was not the time for another fight. 

"OK, first we're eliminating my alimony payments," Jack said. "That's a given. And I think $2,500 a month child support is just a little excessive." 

"But they're your children, Jack," Gail said. "Do you expect me to feed and clothe them, pay the house note and all of the utilities on a teacher's salary?" 

"Maybe you should have thought about that when you kicked me out of my house," Jack said. "I didn't say I wanted to eliminate child support, just reduce it. I'd say $1,200 is a little more in line. I figure groceries run about $600 a month, so that leaves another $600 for clothes, school fees and other incidentals. Oh, and I'm going to want a little more liberal visitation rights. Let's say every other weekend ought to be about right. I don't want them forgetting dear old Dad." 

"Like you cared before," Gail said. "They tell me that when they visit you now that you pawn them off on your folks." 

"Well, that's going to change, now that I'm remarrying," Jack said. 

"Is that it?" Gail said, sensing that it wasn't. 

"Oh no, not by a long shot," Jack said. "Then there is the matter of what to do about you." 

"Me?" Gail said. "What about me?" 

"Well, now that I have you right where I want you, I'm going to take the opportunity to do some things with you that I never had the chance to do when we were married," Jack said. 

"What things?" Gail whispered, her stomach in knots. 

"I believe your sexual training was incomplete, because you let the church and your stupid moral beliefs come between us," Jack said. 

"My... training?" Gail said. This was the part she'd been dreading. 

"Yeah, I finally managed to get you to suck my cock, but then you never would swallow my cum," Jack said. "I mean, what's the point of a blowjob if you don't swallow. Also, I never got to fuck that sweet ass of yours. You have such a beautiful ass, it's a shame to let it go to waste like you do. And, finally, I never got to share you with another man, or another woman, for that matter. One of my fondest dreams was to offer you to my friends, to show them what a beautiful, sexy wife I had. And you wouldn't hear of it. So now I'm going to do what I was denied when we were married." 

Gail's eyes were wide in shock as she digested what Jack was outlining for her. Everything that she had found repugnant about deviant sex he was going to make her do. 

"Wh-when?" she managed to ask through her constricted throat, although she already knew the answer. 

"Why tonight, of course," Jack said gleefully. 

"Excuse me," Gail croaked, then she hurried to the ladies room, and just barely made it in time to reach one of the stalls, where she threw up everything she'd just eaten. The impact of Jack's demands had been too much for her nerves. She allowed herself a brief cry as she realized that she was going to be Jack's sex slave, that he was going to force her into his perverted lifestyle whether she wanted to or not. 




From Saint to Slut



While Gail was gone to the restroom, Jack called for the check, then pulled a cellphone out of his jacket pocket. He punched in a number and spoke a few words before ringing off. 

Gail finally managed to compose herself and retouched her makeup, but she was still pale and shaking when she returned to the table. 

"Jack, why are you doing this to me?" Gail asked in a weak voice after she had sat down again. 

"Because I can," he answered. "And because you need to learn that no one defeats me. I own you now, Gail, and I'm going to enjoy watching you become my whore, to see Little Miss Self-Righteous become a slut. As long as you do whatever I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, we'll get along just fine. I don't want to destroy you, just use you. And, in time, it will all become second nature to you, and you'll wonder why you held out in the first place." 

"Jack, please, don't make me do this," Gail pleaded. "I'll let you have me whenever you want, but don't make me do those other things." 

"Oh, they won't be so bad once you get used to doing them," Jack said, as he paid the tab and ushered Gail out of the restaurant and toward the elevators. "Pretty soon, you'll want to do them, you'll look forward to doing them. They will excite you. And the tradeoff will be pleasure in the extreme for you. I will take you to heights of ecstasy you never dreamed you could go. You just have to let go of your fear." 

By then, they were in the elevator, riding to the 11th floor. As he spoke his last soliloquy, Jack was right close to Gail's face, and he took her chin gently in hand, turned her head toward his and kissed her, slowly and sensually. Gail just closed her eyes and let him kiss her, and slowly she responded. Not enthusiastically, but still, she responded. At that moment, she knew she was beaten. She was going to let him do whatever he wanted with her, and she just had to hope that what he was going to make her do didn't kill her. 

Jack subtly pulled Gail's body to his and his cock stirred at the heat she radiated. In spite of her fear and apprehension, Gail felt that tingle start back up between her legs as Jack held her tight and they kissed with a little more ardor that at the start. 

Just then, the elevator arived at the 11th floor, and Jack escorted Gail to Room 1133, where he slid a key card in the slot then opened the door and let her lead the way. When she got in the room, Gail was startled to see Ron Mason sitting in a chair watching a ball game on the room's television, a drink in his hand. Gail looked at Jack with alarm, and he just grinned evilly. 

"It's share and share alike, my dear," Jack said. "He's been gracious enough to share Debra with me all of these years, it's only fair that I return the favor, now that I'm able to." 

Ron stood up and walked over to Gail was still standing, still not quite comprehending what was about to happen. He put his hands gently on her upper arms, bent down and kissed her with a tenderness she didn't expect. 

"Relax, Gail," he whispered seductively while Jack walked into the room and set about fixing a drink. "Let go and live for once. We're not going to hurt you. We're going to make you feel very, very good." 

And, truthfully, the soft, hypnotic tone of his voice sent a tingle up her spine. Ron took her arm and gently led her to the couch that sat along a wall in the large room. Gail was still a little dazed when Jack asked her if she would like a glass of wine. She hadn't had a drink of anything stronger than root beer in over six years, but she accepted the offer. It was a fine California white, and it seemed to calm her nerves. 

When Ron, sitting on her left, put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him, she didn't resist, but let herself be pulled into a deep, soul kiss. When Ron's tongue probed gently, but firmly between her lips, she responded, opening her mouth and letting him work his tongue with hers. From her right, she could feel Jack's hands softly stroking her thigh, slowly moving higher and higher, and bringing the hem of her skirt up with it. 

"You're very beautiful," Ron whispered to Gail when they broke their kiss. Then Jack pulled her to the right and kissed her in similar fashion, and this time there was no hesitation. She kissed her ex-husband with a passion that startled her, while Ron ran his hand up her left leg the same way Jack had a few moments earlier. For several minutes, she went back and forth kissing one or the other, and as she did, she felt their hands working under her dress, caressing the wet crotch of her black lace panties. 

It was Jack who finally slipped his fingers into Gail's panties and began to lightly stroke her wet pussy. He grinned as he felt her wet heat. It was just like he'd remembered. Gail was a prude on the outside, but get her warmed up, and she was just like any other woman in heat. And he knew how long she'd gone without sex, how needy she was. 

Indeed, as Gail felt Jack's fingers working in her cunt, she could feel her arousal swell. And it wasn't any different when Ron took over. Together they worked Gail into a jumble of quivering arousal. But when it seemed like she was getting close to her orgasm, they abruptly stopped. 

"Stand up, Gail," Jack said. "Stand up and take off your dress." 

Gail felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she stood up in front of Jack and Ron, reached behind her back and slowly unzipped her dress. When the zipper was open, she shrugged it to the floor. Jack motioned for her to continue, so she reached back and unhooked the bra and tossed it to the floor. 

"Play with your tits," Ron said. Although Gail's breasts weren't real big, they were round and full and capped by large areoles and nice, fat nipples. She cupped her tits and rolled her nipples between her fingers, and as she did, the sparks of lust crackled through her body. Her eyes were lidded and a soft moan escaped her lips. 

"Good, very good," Jack said. "Let's see the rest of you." 

Gail obediantly hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and slid them off her hips and to the floor, then stepped out of them. Despite her arousal, she felt a shiver run through her body as she stood naked in front of her ex-husband and his best friend, as if she were on display. 

Jack stood up and approached Gail, unbuttoning his shirt as he did. He looked her up and down with naked lust in his eyes, as he tossed his shirt aside, then suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her powerfully. He felt Gail's hard nipples pressing into his naked chest and cupped her succulent butt with both hands. And Gail responded with far more enthusiasm than she'd shown thus far, kissing Jack back with total abandon, pressing her body to his. She was too far gone to pretend any more. She wanted what these two men were offering, wanted it badly. Her needs had overridden her morality, and she was ready for them to do whatever they wanted to her. 

Jack ran his hands up and down Gail's trembling body, while Ron moved in behind her, his nearly-naked body hot against her skin. Ron reached around from behind and cupped her tits in his hands, gently squeezing her tit flesh and lightly pinching her nipples. Jack slipped his hands between Gail's legs and slid two fingers between her lips, feeling the wetness boil out of her hole. 

Then he took a handful of her pubic hair in hand and made an announcement. 

"Before we go any further, I think we need to do something about this," Jack said. 

"Wha...?" Gail said, his words jarring her from her reverie. 

"Let's clean this up a little bit," Jack said, turning Gail toward the bathroom. Gail was puzzled, but let herself be led into the bathroom, where Jack sat her down on the toilet lid. He filled the sink basin with warm water, found some shaving gel, put a bit on his fingers and worked up a good bit of foam around her crotch area. 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to shave it all off," Jack said, reading the look of concern on Gail's face. "We're just going to trim it back good, let your natural charms show a little more openly." 

He took the razor and shaved the hair off the insides of her thighs, around her anus and her outer labia. When he had it cleaned the way he wanted, he took a small pair of scissors and trimmed the curly hairs until they were in a full, but tight bush, then shaped what was left into a triangle that extended down just to the top of her pussy. As he worked the razor, Jack periodically ran his fingers through Gail's open cunt, and Gail threw her head back and moaned lustfully each time he did. 

As Gail looked down at Jack working between her legs, Ron walked in with another glass of wine for her, which she accepted without comment. The wine gave her a relaxed glow, and put a warm, sexy feeling in her gut that appealed to her. 

When Jack was finished, Gail was left with a very inviting little bush that was still plenty prominent, but gave her pussy a girlish nakedness that she found arousing. When he had her rinsed off, Jack leaned down and kissed his ex-wife again, deeply, and Gail couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his slacks. Tentatively, she reached a hand up and gave his cock a squeeze, and Jack grinned in appreciation. 

When they returned to the main room, Ron was already naked, and Gail stared at the slender eight-inch dick that was wobbling between his legs. They embraced, kissing hard, and Gail felt his cock sawing between her legs, between her wet, naked pussy. Then she felt Jack come behind her and she turned to kiss him. As she did, she wrapped both hands around their cocks and slowly stroked them, while they each took turns fingering her cunt. Little moans escaped her lips as the trio swayed sexily in the center of the room. 

Without a word, Jack and Ron moved Gail to the bed and gently pushed her back. Gail lay back, her stocking-clad legs open. She expected one or the other would simply stick his cock in her, but Ron knelt in front of the bed, brought his face to her crotch and began to lick and suck her pussy. He ran his tongue from her clit down to her fat lips, parting them and darting back and forth into the wet pink folds of her pussy. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh," Gail exclaimed as an electric feeling of pleasure swept through her body from Ron's skilled mouth. Jack just stood off to the side, slowly stroking his cock and enjoying the moment. Both men had dropped a Viagra earlier in the night, so they were ready for a long, productive night of hot sex. 

Then Ron backed away and let Jack in, grinning and smacking his lips in relish. Jack lifted Gail's thighs, so that her butt was off the bed, pressed his face to her aromatic pussy and swiped his tongue the entire length of her crotch. He started with her pink, puckered asshole and ran a trail of saliva all the way up to her swollen clit, which pulsed and throbbed with lust. Gail squealed in shock at the feeling of Jack's tongue on her anus, and she moaned heavily as he repeated the process several times. Jack ate Gail's cunt and ass until she was writhing on the bed in ecstasy, teetering on the edge of orgasm, then he backed away and stood up. 

Gail looked up through lust-lidded eyes at the two men standing in front of her expectantly, and she didn't need to be asked. She simply slid off the bed to a squatting position, with her back against the bed. She took the two iron-hard cocks in each hand and gazed at them almost in wonder. As she lightly stroked them, she saw thick bubbles of pre-cum ooze from the tips. Turning to her right, to Ron's long cock, she tentatively opened her mouth and licked at the fluid, tasting it, savoring it. This was another part she'd dreaded, but now that she was here, it wasn't bad at all. 

Opening her mouth, Gail slowly slid the head of Ron's cock past her lips and into her mouth. She worked about half of him back and forth in her mouth, pumping the rest with her fist. After sucking on Ron for a minute or two, Jack gently turned her head to her left and offered her his fat seven-incher. Gail didn't hesitate this time, but slipped the fat head into her mouth. Again, she could only get about half of him in, but she worked that half back and forth in her mouth with a vigor that surprised her, even through her intense arousal. 

For several minutes, Gail worked back and forth between the two cocks at her disposal, before Jack pulled away and backed out. 

"Time to play, my dear," Jack whispered seductively. And Gail was ready. She had been sitting on the edge of a major orgasm for the better part of an hour. She didn't care about anything now but getting relief, getting one of these men in her body and letting them give her the pleasure she'd denied herself for so long. She'd have time for recriminations later. 

But first, Jack wanted to prove a point. He wanted to hear Gail beg for sex, to plead with them to fuck her, to show him - and herself - that deep down she was a slut like any other horny woman. And he wanted her to do all for the benefit of the hidden camera that was recording everything that was happening in the room. 

Gail lay on her back on the bed, her legs open and her sex throbbing with need. Ron was also on the bed, on his knees, but he seemed to be waiting for a signal. 

"Tell us what you want, Gail," Jack said softly. "Tell us what you want us to do." 

Gail groaned in frustration as Ron teased her with his cock, rubbing the head between her pussy lips, but not making any attempt to put it inside her. 

"Don't tease me," she wailed. "God, please, put it in me. Please?" 

"Put it in you and do what?" Jack said, a little more forcefully. "Come on, Gail, what do want us to do to you? What do you need us to do to you?" 

"I need you to... love me," Gail said, panting now with need and desire. "Put your penis in and make love to me." 

Jack laughed at that. 

"What?" he snorted. "Come ON, Gail, tell us what you want. Tell us you want to f..." 

Even then, Gail didn't want to say it, didn't want to use that kind of language. But her need was too great. 

"Please, f-f-fu-fuck me," she said finally, tears welling in her eyes. "Please, Ron, put your... cock in my... cunt, and fuck me. Please?" 

Ron just grinned as he pushed the head of his cock past Gail's throbbing lips and slid all the way in her pussy to the hilt, emitting a satisfied groan as he did. 

Almost the moment Ron bottomed out in her cunt, Gail exploded in a gut-wrenching climax. She screamed, wrapped her legs around Ron's waist and put her arms around his shoulders as she pulled him to her frantic, shuddering body. Her hips were working up and down, rotating her gushing cunt around his steadily pumping cock, as she panted, moaned and squealed in overwhelming passion. 

After a couple of minutes, Gail's spasms seemed to die down a bit, and she settled into slower, more sensuous pace. Ron pulled himself back up on his knees to better work his cock in Gail's tight, wet pussy. That was Jack's cue to move in at her head. He was ready to fulfill the second part of his plan for the evening. He put his hand behind Gail's head and turned her toward him, toward his fat cock. 

Gail looked up through a lustful haze to see Jack's cock in her face. She opened her mouth and let Jack fill it with his hard meat, while she wrapped her left hand around the base. As she sucked his cock, she forcefully pumped it with her fist, feeding his hardness past her lips and into her hungry mouth. 

Ron lifted Gail's open legs and began to pick up steam, while Jack worked his cock harder and faster in her mouth. Gail could feel another climax building as the two men worked her body like pros. She was lost in lust as the sensations swelled, her whole consciousness concentrated on the two beautiful slabs of meat that were fucking her to oblivion. Slobby sucking sounds escaped her mouth, while the steady squishing sound of hard cock pumping back and forth in a wet cunt filled the room. They were all three hurtling on a fast highway to a stupendous climax. 

It was Ron who finally surrendered first. Leaning heavily on Gail's thighs, he pistoned his cock with a half-dozen super-hard thrusts, then felt the white heat of cum race through his cock and explode out the end in a series of rapid-fire bursts that basted her pussy with hot, thick cream. Watching his friend fill his ex-wife's twitching cunt with cum was too much for Jack. He pushed his cock as far as he could in Gail's mouth, held her head firmly in place and fired at least a half-dozen explosive cumshots down her throat. 

Gail gave a gagging, choking sound as she felt the hot jets of cum shoot into her throat. It was all too much, the feeling of having her pussy filled and her throat ravaged at the same time. She felt another white-hot orgasm sear its way from her crotch and up her spine, to explode in her brain with utter intensity. As she came, she was able to swallow most of Jack's load, but some oozed out from around his cock, and flowed down her chin. 

Finally, Jack pulled his wilting cock from Gail's mouth, and when he did, she took huge gulps of air, trying to regain her equilibrium from two of the most powerful climaxes of her life. But Ron didn't let her relax very long at all. As soon as he had emptied his balls deep in her cunt, he pulled his still semi-hard cock from her dripping pussy and crawled up the bed. He picked her head up off the bed, replaced Jack's cock in her mouth with his and told Gail to clean it of their commingled juices. 

Gail grimaced and wrinkled her nose at this demand, but did as she was told, licking all of the pungent slime from his shaft, then sliding his cock back into her mouth until it was completely cleaned. Then Ron fell back on the bed and stretched like a big cat, while Gail lay back trying get reacquainted with reality. 

Jack, meanwhile, jumped off the bed and walked to the bar. He poured Gail another glass of wine, and again, she accepted. Anything, she thought, to ease her through this night. As she sipped from her glass, she looked over at Jack. 

"We're not through, are we," she said, in a resigned voice that told Jack she'd surrendered completely. 

"Not hardly," Jack said, as he sat on the bed next to Gail, bent down and gave her another slow, soft kiss. "You still have plenty to learn, my dear." 

Gail sighed and got up to use the bathroom. While taking care of her business, she drained her glass, and thought about what had just happened, and what was going to happen. She knew it was playing out just like Jack wanted, just like he had expected. They had gotten her worked into a sexual frenzy and she had reacted predictably, becoming the kind of wanton woman she'd never wanted to be. And yet, she couldn't deny that she had never experienced anything quite like the orgasms she'd just had. 

Little did she know that they were just the beginning. 

When she finished in the bathroom, Gail stood in the doorway, gazing at Jack and Ron, and they were staring back at her with hot looks of renewed lust. They were both lying back on the bed, each fisting cocks that were nearly at full strength again. Jack patted the open space on the bed between them, indicating that she needed to lie between them. 

Despite her lingering reservations, Gail could feel the flutters in her stomach, from the wine and from rekindled arousal. She lay down between the two men and felt their strong hands running sensually all over her body. She felt hands on her tits, hands on her thighs, hands between her legs. She kissed Ron deeply, and she kissed Jack deeply. She moved back and forth between the two as she ran her hands over their renewed hard-ons. She knew she didn't have any choice in the matter, and she had finally resolved that she might as well let herself go, and try to get as much pleasure out of the experience as possible. 




From Saint to Slut



Eventually, she felt Jack's hand working steadily in her pussy, fingering her hole and rubbing her clit. Gail felt sizzling feelings climb up her back as Jack expertly manipulated her cunt. Suddenly, she felt a finger at her asshole, and she gave a quick gasp and tensed up. 

"Relax, Gail," Jack said softly. "It's going to happen, you know that. Don't fight it. Relax, and it will go so much easier." 

Gail took a deep breath and nodded her head. Just then, Ron slid up the bed, turned her onto her side and offered her his cock to suck. She took his long shaft in hand and bent her head to his lap, opened her mouth and slid the still-wet member into her mouth. As she did, she felt Jack's fingers beginning to work purposefully in her butt. He squeezed a dollop of lubricant onto his finger and lightly rimmed the hole, getting it slick and loose, then slowly slipped his finger in. Gail tensed up for just a second, then willed herself to relax, and, sure enough, once she did, entry was much easier. 

Jack fucked Gail's ass with his middle finger as he watched her suck and slobber all over Ron's cock. The longer he did it, the better it began to feel for Gail. Jack soon added a second finger in her butt, while also using two fingers on her cunt, getting all four fingers working in rhythm to her sucking motion. 

Abruptly, Jack pulled his fingers away, and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and moved Gail around, so that she was on her stomach, with the pillow under her abdomen, elevating her hips slightly. With Gail in that position, Ron also moved, so that he was leaning back on the headboard, his legs open, his cock aimed at the ceiling. 

Gail looked up at Ron with a smoky look of lust as she fed his cock back past her lips. In this position, she could get more of his cock in her mouth than before, and she worked her head up and down slowly, as Ron groaned in appreciation. When Gail had a good steady rhythm going on Ron's cock, Jack resumed fingering her ass, getting her ready for her first-ever ass fuck. With his other hand, he stroked his own ballistic cock, getting it all slick and ready. 

Jack pumped and rolled his two fingers with increasing vigor in Gail's ass, and despite her fears and reservations, she had to admit that it was starting to feel pleasurable. When Jack felt like his cock was at maximum strength, and Gail's hole was ready, he pulled his hands away, and pulled himself up on his knees. He felt a rush as he saw his ex-wife's virgin asshole, wet, gleaming and ready for him to fuck. 

"OK, honey, just relax," Jack said in as soothing a voice as he could muster under the circumstances. Gail pulled her mouth off Ron's cock and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and gripped Ron's arms as Jack pressed the head of his fat cock to her anus. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as Jack slowly pushed the head past her sphincter, until suddenly the head popped past the tight ring and into her rectum. 

Gail couldn't help it. As much as she tried to relax, as well as she'd been lubricated and opened up digitally, she still screamed in pain as Jack's fat cock passed into her ass. She had a death grip on Ron's upper arms as Jack slowly pushed more of his cock into her rectum. After he had about a third of his cock in, Jack stopped and held it still, to give her ass a chance to get used to the intrusion. But it was hard, because Gail's ass was about the tightest thing he'd ever put his dick in. 

And, as she slowly adjusted to the fat dick in her butt, Gail began to feel, not pain, but pleasure. She couldn't believe it, but it was true. She was starting to get little tingles of pleasure from Jack's cock in her ass. She had always thought of anal sex as dirty, degrading and not the least bit pleasurable. But as Jack resumed pushing his cock in, Gail realized that it felt good. It was much different from having a man in her vagina. There was an indescribable fullness to the feeling. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh, God, Jack, that almost feels good," Gail said. 

"Wait until I really start going, and you really start getting the feeling," Jack said. "It's like nothing you've ever experienced." 

"Mmmmmmmmmm, wow!" Gail exclaimed, as Jack finally got all of his cock in her ass and began to fuck her with slow, steady strokes. Just then, Ron tapped her on the head and she looked up to see him grinning and holding his cock up for her to resume sucking, which she did with gusto. 

Unbelievably, Gail felt herself pushing her butt back on Jack's pistoning cock, as she got into the rhythm. Sparks of pleasure coursed through her body as she began to lose herself to lust again, her passion boiling over. 

Jack got a firm grip on Gail's hips and began to work her ass back and forth on his cock. He was grinning as he realized that his once-prudish ex-wife was enjoying having her ass fucked. And indeed she was. Gail felt a kaliedescope of sexual feelings tumble through her mind and body as she let Jack fuck, yes fuck, her ass and let Ron push his cock harder and faster in her mouth. She still couldn't take all of him, but she could take more than she had earlier, to the point where the head of his cock was pushing at the entrance to her throat. 

Together, the two men worked their rock-hard cocks back and forth in Gail's sweaty body, as their frenzy mounted. Gail was having trouble concentrating on Ron's cock, as the feelings swelled. She pulled her mouth off his cock and let out a series of pre-orgasmic moans and cries, while tossing her head around trying unsuccessfully to get a handle on herself. She dimly felt Ron forcefully rubbing the wet head of his cock all over her face, then felt him push it back in her mouth, where she resumed sucking him with hard, deep strokes. 

Jack was working his cock harder in Gail's ass, as she rolled her hips back in rhythm with his thrusts. She was getting more and more frenzied as the climax built to a crescendo. Finally, she couldn't keep Ron in her mouth any longer. 

"Unnnnnnnnnh! Ooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Oh God, fuck meeee, fuck meeee, make... me... cummmmmmmmmmm!" 

At that, she felt everything explode like a nuclear bomb. Her orgasm was like nothing she'd ever experienced. It started like an earthquake, her whole body shaking and shuddering as the waves of sensation crashed over her. 

Jack couldn't hold on any longer. Gail's orgasm caused her rectal muscles to twitch and clench, all but forcing his cum from his dick. He gave a strangled yell and erupted with a fountain of cum, bathing Gail's bowels with hot, wet semen. He just kept pumping, shooting burst after burst of cum in her butt. 

Ron had been jacking his cock hard as he watched Gail, then Jack tumble over the cliff in breathtaking orgasms, and now it was his turn. His hands flew up and down on his cock as the tingle in his scrotum triggered a stony climax. Gasping, he aimed his cock at Gail's face, and she squealed in shock as he planted four powerful ropes of cum on her face. He sent the first shot over her forehead and into her tousled hair, then he covered her eyes, her cheeks and finally her chin with cum before pushing his cock back in her mouth to get the last oozing drops of cum. He squeezed his cock tight to make sure he got every drop before he finally pulled his cock free and let her slump onto the bed. 

Slowly, the trio came back to earth. Jack pulled his cock free of Gail's ass, and felt a shiver of excitement race through him as he saw her reddened asshole stay open for a few seconds and discharge a small river of cum before it slowly closed back up. He fell back on his haunches, sweaty and his chest heaving. He was pleased with himself. He'd done what he'd set out to do, begin the process of making his ex-wife into his kind of woman, one who could and would fuck at the drop of a hat. And just the thought put some starch back in his cock. 

There was one more thing he wanted to do this night, however, to get Gail fully in the fuck mode. He fixed Gail yet another glass of wine, and she accepted with more eagerness than she'd ever shown before. Gail sat up and drank, fully aware that she was beginning to get drunk, but welcoming the feeling, because it loosened her up to where she could enjoy what was being done to her, and numbed her mind so she didn't have to think about it. 

After resting for awhile, and getting Gail two more glasses of wine, the trio found themselves on the bed again. Gail was lying on her stomach, with Jack on her right and Ron on her left. She was idly stroking both cocks, lost in a semi-drunken haze. Both men were getting plenty hard from her slow manipulation, and she giggled as she watched pre-cum ooze out the tip of both cocks. 

"So, what're you guys gonna do to me now?" Gail asked in a slightly slurred voice. 

"Something special," Jack answered. "Something that will make you cum like a rocket." 

"Mmmmmmm, sounds nice," Gail said. "What is it?" 

"You'll see," Ron said, as he began to slide his fingers between Gail's legs. He alternated between her cunt and her ass, both of which were wet and open. Her ass still had remnants of Jack's earlier cum, and her pussy was flooding with renewed arousal. Gail's eyes were closed in reverie as she felt the sensations begin to mount, just from Ron's expert fingering. While he manipulated Gail's crotch with his right hand, his left hand was steadily stroking his cock, getting it up to full hardness. 

Taking his hand away from Gail's body, he maneuvered her onto her left side, so that her back was to him. He lifted her leg with one hand and fitted the head of his cock to the entrance of her ass. With a subtle push, the head plopped past her anal ring and into her ass. 

Gail gasped as Ron's cock invaded her ass, then moaned in lust as the hard shaft filled her rectum with his quivering meat. As soon as Ron began to get into a fucking rhythm, Jack began to work his fingers briskly in her pussy. Gail left herself getting lost in lust as Ron's cock sent waves of sensation from her ass to her pussy and up to her brain. 

Ron looked over Gail's shoulder at Jack, and they both nodded to each other. Keeping his cock firmly embedded in her ass, Ron grabbed the petite blonde and rolled her over Jack's hips onto her knees. Until that moment, Gail had been oblivious to what they had planned, but when she felt Jack's cock at the entrance of her pussy, she suddenly realized what they were about to do. 

"What are you..." Gail began, but Jack just shushed her. 

"Relax and enjoy," he whispered as he fit the head of his cock in her hole. Then he and Ron pushed her hips down on Jack's cock, impaling her on his rod. 

Gail felt the air leave her lungs when Jack's cock filled her pussy at the same time that Ron's cock was deep in her ass. This was something she'd never even heard of, but as the two men began to work their cocks back and forth, she could feel a climax of gargantuan proportions building up. She had never felt this full of cock before in her life, and it was like lighting a string of firecrackers. Gail's body went into overdrive, working with the two cocks in her body. 

They hadn't gotten going good before Gail's orgasm swept over her, but incredibly, she seemed to stay at a height of sexual sensation. As Jack and Ron slowly, but steadily fucked their cocks in her pussy and her ass, Gail began firing off hard orgasms, one after another, her sweat-covered body twitching and shuddering with each hard explosion. Her mind was blown to the point where she couldn't think of anything but pleasure, of sheer wanton sexual pleasure. She moaned, groaned, cried, panted, gasped, and begged for more. 

Over and over, Gail's body was wracked with climactic spasms until her mind was shrouded in a white haze. Jack and Ron, too, were working their cocks harder and faster, their bodies also covered with sweat. Jack periodically reached up and squeezed Gail's tits, which danced delightfully on her chest, the fat nipples stiff and swollen. 

As they picked up steam, Gail's orgasmic cries became more pronounced. From some dim recess of her mind, she knew they were about to explode, and she wanted to explode with them. She wanted - needed - to finish off this night of pure lust with a three-way orgasm of volcanic proportions. 

Jack and Ron had done this so many times with Debra and others that they knew instinctively when they were ready to blow. On cue, they each grabbed some Gail's sweat-slick hips and worked her hard on their pistoning cocks. 

As cries of, "I'm cumming!" filled the room from all three of them. Jack and Ron felt their cocks explode almost simultaneously, firing hot, wet loads of cum deep in Gail's spastic holes. Almost at the same time, Gail felt her whole body quiver, as if she'd been electrocuted. It felt almost like the two cocks that were spitting out semen were going to break through the membrane that seperated her pussy from her rectum. She gave out deep, gut-wrenching sobs as the climax swept through her like a tidal wave. Then, as the waves of feeling subsided, she gave a deep sigh and collapsed onto Jack's heaving chest, out cold. 

Ron gingerly extracted his red, wilted cock from Gail's gaping asshole, and he too got a charge out of the way it stayed open for a few seconds and the way the cum slid out of her hole, where it mingled with the equally heavy flow of cum dribbling out of her pussy onto Jack's balls. The two men grinned at each other as Jack rolled Gail's limp body onto the bed. 

Then they got up and began to get dressed. They still had some work to do before Gail woke up, which probably wouldn't be until morning. 

Sure enough, Gail awoke the next morning to a foggy mind and an aching body. At first, she didn't know where she was, but quickly everything flooded back to her memory. It was only when she got up to use the bathroom that she saw the printout on the dresser. She gasped when she realized that it was the previous night. It was a clear print of them engaged in the double-penetration, the climax of the night. Gail felt a sense of shame as she recalled how she had acted at that point in the night, like some 10-dollar hooker who couldn't get enough sex. Yet she also recalled just how good it had all felt, how intense her orgasms had been. 

There was another print taped on the bathroom mirror, only this one had a written message at the top. 

"You were sensational, my dear," it read. "I'll be in touch. Love, JM" 

Gail knew now that she was truly trapped, that Jack had her completely under his control. And she couldn't decide whether she hated it, or liked it. 

Jack didn't contact Gail until the following Thursday, when he told her to meet him in the city that evening. He had something he wanted to show his ex-wife. 

Gail was on her period, and she told Jack that, but he said that was OK, for what he had in mind, sex wasn't necessary. So they met for dinner and drinks, where Jack outlined two things she needed to do as soon as possible. 

One was to see about contraceptive action, either the pill or an operation to tie her tubes. He didn't want there to be any chance of pregnancy. The other was long-term child care. She was going to be going out at his behest almost every weekend, sometimes both Friday and Saturday nights, and occasional week nights as well, and he wanted to make sure their children were in good hands. Jack suggested they hire a live-in caretaker. Jack offered to increase what he planned to pay in child support, to $1,500 a month, to pay for it. 

"Do I have a choice?" Gail asked, with a trace of sarcasm in her voice. 

"Yeah, you could pay for it yourself," Jack said tersely. "Gail, never forget that I own you now, so it would be in your best interests for you to keep me happy. You won't like what you have to do if you piss me off any more than you already have." 

After dinner, Jack told Gail to get in with him for a little drive. Gail was curious, but said nothing. She was appalled when they pulled in at the city's most popular strip club. 

"Why are we stopping here?" Gail said, as Jack parked the car and they headed for the entrance. 

"I just want you to see something," Jack said, an evil twinkle in his eyes. Gail shuddered at the implication in his look. He was up to something more than just another sexual encounter. 

They got a seat in the busy club, and they watched the sexy, exotic women dancing on the stage, proudly parading their bodies. Gail had several glasses of wine, and that feeling she'd had the previous Saturday at the Hilton returned. She had that nervous feeling in her stomach, and she was astonished to feel her pussy getting moist from the pure sex that was radiating from the stage. 

Throughout the night, Jack showed Gail some things the strippers were doing, as if he was trying to give her pointers, which, in fact, he was. 

On the way back to the restaurant where Gail's car was parked, Jack fished out his hard cock and told Gail to suck him off, which she did, swallowing his rocky load just as they pulled into the deserted parking lot. 

The next Friday, Jack came to the house to get the children for the weekend, and at that time, he introduced Gail to Lita, whom he had hired as Gail's live-in nanny. Lita was his secretary's niece who was starting graduate school at a nearby college and needed an inexpensive place to live for the duration of the school year. Lita was told, as were her children, that Gail had gotten a part-time job that involved working some nights, especially on weekends. Lita suspected there was more to it than that, but she kept her mouth shut. She would move in the week following the Fourth of July holiday, which was the weekend upcoming. 

On the following Monday, Jack called Gail and asked if she could find a sitter for the kids the next day. 

"I have to attend a party Friday night, a work-related deal, and I'd like you to go with me," Jack said. 

"Why me, and not Marie?" Gail asked, referring to Jack's fiancee. 

"She has family coming in for the holiday Friday and can't get away," Jack said. "I thought we might get some lunch, then do some shopping. I'd like to buy you a new dress for the party to kind of make up for the way I've treated you the past few weeks. I know it's been hard for you." 

This was Jack at his most charming, the Jack that Gail had fallen for all those years ago, so she accepted. Truth was, she had wrestled in her conscience with what she had done at the hotel, and how she had reacted, and it hadn't been easy. Many of her moral assumptions had been dashed by her participation in those activities, and by her enjoyment of them. Furthermore, she was startled to find that she was actually looking forward to her next encounter with Jack. It had been over two weeks, and, unbelievably, she was horny. So much so, that she had willfully resorted to masturbation on a number of occasions. 

Jack took her to a nice restaurant for lunch, where he insisted that she have a couple of glasses of wine, then took her shopping. He bought Gail a new pair of high heels, and a couple of fairly conventional dresses, then bought her the one he really wanted to see her in. It was at a Fredericks of Hollywood boutique, and he said it was perfect for her new, more liberated personna. It was an Asian-style suit, with a button-up jacket with three-quarter sleeves as the top and a mini-skirt, red with an Oriental floral design. It was made from a polyester/spandex material that fit snug on her curves with just a hint of cleavage. Gail had to admit that it looked exquisite. He also bought her several items of very skimpy underwear, including a red bra and thong set that matched her new red dress. 

When they got back to the house, they still had two hours to kill before Gail had to pick the kids up from day camp at the Y, where she'd taken them earlier. So they spent a good bit of that time in bed. There was no coercion this time. She was a willing and enthusiastic participant, and Jack was at his most loving, bringing her to a sharp climax with his lips and tongue, then slipping his cock in her and fucking her leisurely until she had another powerful orgasm. When he finally came, Gail pulled him up and cleaned his cock, just the way she had for Ron that night at the Hilton. 




From Saint to Slut



When Jack left, he told Gail he would pick her up at 7 o'clock for dinner Friday, then they would go on to the party. As she shut the door, Gail leaned on the door frame and wondered how in the world her life had come to this point, where she would be falling in love with her once-detested ex-husband all over again. 

Friday night, Gail took the children to her parents for the weekend. She just told them that she had a date that night, but didn't say with whom. Her folks had never approved of Jack, and would never understand how or why she'd let him back into her life. She got home, bathed and shaved carefully, blading her pubic area just like Jack had instructed her to. She dressed in her new dress, with the new underwear, but no stockings or hose, as per Jack's instructions. She did her nails and lipstick in a shade of red that matched her outfit, and got herself quite well made-up. She also put on her cross necklace and small pair of rings in her ears, also as per Jack's commands. 

Jack arrived precisely at 7 p.m. and whistled when he saw Gail's appearance. His cock lurched in his slacks at the thought of what was going to happen that night, and he had to admit, his ex-wife looked like she would fit into what he had in mind. 

They went to dinner, and as was becoming the norm, she had several glasses of wine. She knew the night was going to end in sex, and the wine helped loosen her mind and body. She welcomed the warm feeling in her belly from the wine and the anticipation. She still couldn't quite believe it, but she was actually looking forward to whatever was going to happen that evening. 

But she never expected what actually happened that night. 

Gail was a little surprised when they left the restaurant and headed toward a nearby suburb instead of into the city, as she expected. She was a little taken aback when they drove into a quiet neighborhood and pulled up at the neighborhood community center, which was located some 20 yards from the road. There were a couple of dozen vehicles parked in front of the medium-sized building, some of which Gail thought were vaguely familiar. 

It was only when she saw Jack's father, John Martin, outside having a smoke that she began to get alarmed. Mr. Martin greeted her stiffly, but gave her a look like a shark would give a large piece of raw meat. She stopped Jack and asked him what was going on. The look he gave her turned her blood cold. 

"Something I forgot to tell you," Jack began. "I'm getting married on Sunday and this is my bachelor's party." 

"What?" Gail said. She was concerned now. Jack wouldn't have brought her out here to his bachelor's party if he didn't have something diabolical planned for her. 

"Gail, payback's a mother," Jack said in a cold tone of voice. "Do you have any idea how humiliated I was, how embarrassed I was when you filed for divorce and won? Do you have any concept of how it made me feel to hear you gloat over your victory in court? To hear you brag in public that you won because God was on your side? We had made a good-faith offer to settle things quietly with a very generous division of assets, but you and your bitch lawyer wanted to go for the jugular. You laughed at us. LAUGHED! And then you took me to the cleaners. 

"You wanted to know why I'm doing this to you, well, that's why. And, because you're a self-righteous bitch who doesn't mind shoving your religion, your piety, in everyone's face. I want to show everyone that Little Miss Holier-Than-Thou is just a hot cunt like everyone else when you get her worked up. I've proven that to my satisfaction, now it's time for all the people I care about to find out, as well." 

"Jack, I..." Gail said, but that's as far as she got. 

"Shut up, and let me finish," Jack spat. "I'm going to humiliate you like you humiliated me. I'm going to screw you like you screwed me. And you know what? I'm gonna make you like it." 

"Jack, please, don't be that way," Gail pleaded. "I did what I felt like I had to do." 

"So you felt like you had to try and cut my nuts off?" Jack said harshly. Then he took a deep breath and went on. "Here's how it's going to go tonight. You're here as the entertainment for my bachelor's party. You're going to go in there and put on strip show for my guests - and you'll find it a very interesting guest list - and when you're naked, we're all going to fuck you, over and over and over. We're going to fill you with so much cum, it'll be coming out of your ears. When we get finished with you, there won't be a single inch of your body that isn't covered in cum. You're going to be our gangbang slut for the night, and you're going to enjoy every minute of it." 

"You aren't serious," Gail said, reeling from the shock of what Jack intended for her to do, as well as his sudden change of mood. Gone was the charming Jack of earlier, replaced by the controlling, angry Jack she'd initially encountered at the Hilton. 

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Jack said. "Your either strip for us and let us all fuck you, or I'll start sending out some mighty juicy photos of you to your parents, your superintendant, the school board, your church. Hell, I might even send one to divorce court along with a petition for full custody of the children. With a different judge, I might actually win, once they get a load of some of the shit I can provide on you. I could have you declared an unfit mother, because of your 'loose morals.' You never know what can happen in a court of law." 

"You wouldn't," Gail whispered in horror. 

"I can, and you'd better believe I would," Jack said. "The choice is your's, Gail. One night in a gangbang or the rest of your life trying to pick up the pieces of your career and trying to hang onto as much of your life as you can, which won't be much."  

Gail looked in her ex-husband's eyes for any glimmer of hope, but there was none. She was truly beaten. He held her life in his hands, and he was going to use it to extract his revenge. She was going to have to submit to this ordeal or face grim consequences. Finally, she sighed deeply. 

"OK, I guess I don't have a choice, do I," she said. 

"Good girl," Jack said, his mood suddenly lighter. "Gail, you've been so uptight for so long that it's crippled you. I tried to soften you up, make you into someone a normal person would like, and for awhile I succeeded. But you always let your harsh morality cramp you. You were always so afraid you'd do something your parents wouldn't approve of that it's stunted you sexually and emotionally. But tonight you're going to break free. After tonight, there won't be any question in your mind or anyone else's mind just what you are. OK, let's go." 

The community center was set in a quiet area, with a swimming pool to one side and a tennis court at the other side. The building itself opened to a small hall, with a small room and a bathroom to the left and a kitchen to the right that was being used as a bar. The meeting room was divided into two parts, a sitting area to the left and the open floor to the right. The sitting area included several chairs and a couple of sofas on a large area rug, with a fireplace and mantel occupying the entire wall. There were a number of folding chairs scattered about the open area, with a buffet table, filled with hors d'oeurves and other foods, such as cold cuts and sandwich rolls, against the far wall and a stereo system in the corner. 

Jack got Gail a glass of wine, then told her to wait in the small room at the left for him to introduce her. Once the door closed, Gail permitted herself a good cry at this turn of events. She knew she was going to be humiliated beyond words, and yet, astonishingly, she could feel a little tingle in her groin at the prospect of being the center of a gangbang, of getting an overdose of sex. This was all something new to her. She had suppressed her sexuality for most of her life, and like a genie out of a bottle, now that it had been unleashed, it was hard to control. 

Jack greeted his guests warmly, got a drink, mingled for a few minutes, then called for the music to be turned off and for everyone to grab a chair. When everyone was seated, he stood in the center of the room and addressed the crowd. 

"First of all, I want to thank all of you for coming," he began. "I trust everyone's had a good time so far. Before we go any further, I have a favor to ask all of you, and that's to keep what happens tonight to yourselves. There are some married men here whose wives may not approve of some of the things we're going to do, and we also don't want to get Bruce into trouble with the neighborhood association. Although as president, I'd say he can about do what he wants with this facility . And, it would greatly serve my future purposes if this event doesn't become public. 

"Now then, I think all of you remember my ex-wife, Gail . Yeah, I know most of you have been on the receiving end of her self-righteous morality at one time or another. For some of you, that's why you're here. Well, things have changed. It's amazing what a little blackmail will get you. I recently obtained some information about Gail that puts her in a very different light from what you remember about her. It's very damaging information that would ruin her if it became public. In order to prevent that from happening, she has agreed to serve me in any way I see fit. She'll do anything I tell her to do, any time, anywhere and with anyone. And, tonight, I have asked her to come out here and be our entertainment . She's going to come out in a few minutes and do a strip show for us, then you're free to do anything you want to her. Almost anything goes. She's got a hot little pussy that wants to be fucked, she'll suck your cock and swallow every drop of your cum, and she'll even take it up the ass. She knows she can't refuse anybody anything. So settle in, gentlemen, and get ready for a night to remember ." 

Gail heard the commotion and steeled herself for what was to come. She had dried her eyes and touched up her makeup and was as ready as she'd ever be. Jack came in with another glass of wine, which she downed in one big gulp, went to the bathroom, then took a deep breath and followed Jack into the room. 

When she got her first good look at who was in attendance, she almost turned and ran. There were several members of Jack's family, his brothers, Greg and Curt, along with his father. There were three of his cousins that she knew, Dave, Robert and Kerry, and his Uncle Don. None of his people had ever liked her much, considering her, as Jack did, to be a self-righteous bitch. 

Ron was there, of course, as was his best friend from college, Tommy Nelson, who had played football with Jack and had been his best man at their wedding. There was another college buddy of Jack's, Lance Meingert, whom she had once dated and who had actually first introduced her to Jack. She recalled, none to fondly, that she had nicknamed him Hands, because he kept trying to feel her up every chance he got. She'd never cared for Tommy, and she'd soured on Lance pretty quickly, as well. She also saw two of her neighbors, Jimmy Hanson and Dick Tremain, plus Ralph Talbot, a carousing buddy of Jack's she only knew vaguely. Jimmy and Dick, however, had each at one time made a pass at her, which she had angrily reported to their wives, getting them in all kinds of trouble. 

Then there were co-workers from Jack's company, whom she had often decried as, "a bunch of rutting sinners." There were three of Jack's fellow vice-presidents from the company, Milton, Eric and Al, plus several men she recognized as men who worked for Jack. There was Michael, Harry, Gil and... there was Frank, a large, handsome black man who was considered one of the company's fast risers. And, of course, there was Jack's boss, Harris Robinson, the president of the company. 

Gail was mortified to see Steve Watson, the P.E. teacher at her school. Steve had been trying for years to get into her pants, even before her divorce. and she had often rebuffed him in shrill terms, once threatening to file a sexual harassment suit if he didn't leave her alone. Now it looked like he'd get what he'd always wanted without having to work for it. She was also distressed to see Brian, a young man from her neighborhood who had been her lawn boy until she'd caught him out by her shed masturbating one summer afternoon a few years ago. There was also her next door neighbor's son, Todd, whom she had caught several years earlier peeping in her bedroom window. She'd told his parents on him, and he'd harbored a grudge ever since. She also saw three college-age men she vaguely recognized, but couldn't quite place. 

And, finally, there was Ripley Warren, Jack's attorney, Brad Wyatt, the CPA who had done Jack's taxes for a number of years, and Bruce Williams, another friend of Jack's, who was the president of the neighborhood association that maintained the community center. Oh, and there was Cecil, the bartender, a middle-aged black man, who had come out of the kitchen to watch. 

All of this she absorbed in but a few seconds as she walked as seductively as she could in her humiliation. She tried to swish her hips the way she seen the dancers do, but she wasn't quite getting it. Her face almost matched the color of her dress as she watched these old acquaintances leer at her. Her entrance was met by cheers, wolf whistles and applause. 

Suddenly, she was in the middle of the room, and the music began playing. The first song up was "Slow Ride," and she swayed in front of the crowd, letting the music get her into the groove. The wine she'd had helped, and she quickly had the two buttons of her jacket undone. She moved to the music, trying to remember how the pros had done it that night at the strip joint. She flashed her chest, with the skimpy demi-bra covering her tits, opening and closing the jacket several times before pulling it off and tossing it aside. 

As she danced, Gail could feel the hot stares of the men in the room, she could hear the laughter directed at her, and she could see them pointing at her. 

"Take it off, slut!" she heard someone yell. 

It was all so humiliating. She kept going back to the three young men she couldn't recognize, as she reached behind her and slowly unzipped her skirt. Slowly, seductively, she wriggled her hips until the skirt dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it, bent over, picked it up and tossed it to the side with her jacket. That brought more cheers, applause and lewd comments, as some of the men got a look at her barely-fettered tits, while others got a look as her splendid ass. 

"Nice ass!" someone hollered. "Can't wait to fuck it," someone else yelled. 

The first song finished, and then it was "Love Shack," Gail wasn't terribly familiar with the song, but most of the men seemed to know it by heart, singing along when they came to the chorus, "Love Shack, bayyyyybeeeee!" Nevertheless, she did her best sissy strut to the beat of the song, as a chant went up for her to, "take it off." 

The bra hooked in front, and she teased them with opening it, before she finally unclasped it, pulled it open to show her tits , then covered them again quickly, and just as quickly reopened the bra to expose her tits once and for all. She finally pulled it off as well, tossed it aside and stood in the middle of the room clad only in a skimpy pair of thong panties. 

"What knockers!" came a voice from the back of the room. "I wanna suck your titties!" someone else exclaimed. 

She didn't make as much of a production of pulling her panties off. She simply flashed her bush a few times then slid them off her hips, as the room erupted in applause. She did dance for several long seconds with her panties stretched between her open thighs before letting them fall to the floor. She again bent over and picked them up, tossed them onto the pile of her clothes, then stood up trembling in fear, humiliation and... lust. 

Gail couldn't believe it, but her dance, her strip show, and the attendant feelings of having been trapped into a situation beyond her control had made her horny as hell and wet between her legs. 

As the music resumed, Jack walked over and whispered in her ear that she should go give some of the men a lap dance. She danced over to where John Martin was sitting, his cock tenting his slacks. He was still a very virile man in his mid-50s, and now Gail was seeing him in an entirely new light. She sat in his lap, ground her hips on his stiff poker, and he grabbed her behind the head and brought her mouth to his for a deep, tongue-laden kiss. As he kissed his former daughter, he took the opportunity to run his hands all over her hot body. He grinned when he encountered Gail's steaming wet pussy. 

"You don't look so high and mighty now, do you, bitch," John said. "I always suspected you were just another whore, once you scraped that holier-than-thou shit away. We're going to enjoy fucking you, aren't we." And a chorus of catcalls and applause filled the room as men expressed their opinions of how they saw Gail Martin, now that she'd been stripped and humbled. 

Then he passed her over to his younger brother, Don, who treated her in like fashion. By the time she made it to Greg, Gail was responding in kind, running her hands all over the large bulge in his jeans. She went around to all of the men sitting on the sofas and chairs, then worked her way around to the younger men sitting on the folding chairs. These kids played a little rougher, and they poked fingers in her wet cunt and her ass, rubbing some of the copious fluid from her pussy onto her ass, to get it wet and loose. 

It was the third young man she encountered, when suddenly she came back to earth. She had straddled this young man, who was well-built with sandy blond hair, when he spoke to her, and she realized who it was. 

"Hello, Mrs. Martin," the man said before clamping his lips onto one of her nipples. It was Derrick Holland, who had been in her sixth grade class maybe seven or eight years ago. "Remember me? 'Cause I sure remember you. I never would have expected you to be such a slut." 

"Oh my God!" she said loudly, and that brought peals of laughter from the rest of the men, some of whom were already disrobing. She looked closer at the other two college men, and suddenly she wanted to run, cry, do anything but perform sex acts with a roomful of men. They were also former students, Raymond Mercier and Ned Bates. All three had been somewhat troublesome, nothing major, just irritating. With tears of humiliation running down her cheeks, she performed a lap dance for the other two of her former students, then stood up and walked shakily to the center of the room. 

Then the music stopped, and there was an awkward silence. Gail stood in the middle of the room naked in front of all of these men she'd known, most of whom she hadn't particularly liked, and who hadn't liked her much, either. She'd always thought of herself as morally superior to all of them, and now she stood in front of them naked, and was about to let them all have her body in any way they wanted. She hung her head in shame, unable to look any of them in the eye, not only because of what she was being made to do, but also because of her incipient arousal. This outrageous incident was turning her on, and everyone in the room knew it. 

Just then, a padded bench, covered with leather, was brought into the center of the room, and Jack told Gail to sit on it and let anyone who so desired to get a quick taste of her hot, juicy pussy. On Jack's instructions, she leaned back on her elbows, lewdly opened her legs and ran her fingers through her sopping-wet lips, displaying her pussy for all to see. Hot tears of shame rolled down her cheeks as she saw the sarcastic leers of everyone as they ogled her wet cunt.