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Once a Slut

By: mpqm1968



About five years ago a new landlord called Dave Mullins took over the King's Arms in Newtown, instantly rejuvenating the rundown pub with Sky Sports, Saturday night discos and karaoke, a pool table and getting a Sunday League football team up and running. Almost everything a bunch of fun-loving lads in their late twenties could wish for in a local pub, the icing on the cake came when the landlord's daughter Kim started working behind the bar. An eighteen-year old blonde sex kitten with amazing gravity-defying boobs and a pouty smile, immediately everyone was smitten with lust.

Yet surely it would be too much to expect for her to look at a bunch of guys who, whilst not quite old enough to be her father, were overweight, crass and sex-obsessed, wasn't it? Well no, in actual fact. Kim, it seemed, thrived on the danger, flirting like it was going out of fashion. It was John 'Jacko' Jackson, -- admittedly the best-looking and slimmest amongst us -- that made the first move, and by all accounts the lad was not to be left disappointed. Later that week, taking a few of us aside in a private conference, he reported in lascivious detail of how young Kim had cut short their date, desperate to get back to his place, and how he found her blowing his cock barely before they were even inside the front door.

Well, rugged and attractive to woman he might be, but Jacko was no brain surgeon and pretty soon Kim grew tired and moved on. It was another of the football team, Spud Murphy, who attracted the young barmaid's undoubted charms with similar success. Kim, by all accounts, proved to be quite the adventurous little thing we fantasised about. Yet, soon enough the flighty beauty started looking elsewhere and yours truly happened to become the lucky latest recipient of her attention. And she did not fail to live up to the billing. We spent the next three months fucking one another's brains out before she moved on to our goalkeeper Jimmy 'Mack' McCartney.

Over the next year and, until she went off to university, Kim went into overdrive, screwing her way through the entire football team plus three substitutes, and back again. I ensured to get my fair share and like to think that she developed a bit of a soft spot for me. Well she had one between the legs that was the cutest pink pussy in Newtown.

As I say, that was a good few years ago, following which Kim disappeared up north to university and things returned to normal. Over the next few seasons the guys from the team either got married, got fat, lost interest or moved away, until sadly we had to finish playing altogether in September owing to lack of interest. But we still used the pub on a regular basis and the four of us had gathered that night for the traditional New Year's Eve party. All single, we were up for a little fun and a lot of flirting. It was at that moment as we took seats in the corner that landlord Dave joined us. "Kim's turning up later," he disclosed.

The smug and lustful looks than ran around the quartet were priceless. "Bringing her new boyfriend along," he added as an afterthought. "She's changed..."

As if on cue, the front door sprung open. In sashayed the still gorgeous Kim, replete in a sexy and slinky two-piece silver party outfit, causing a collective jaw-dropping. Now twenty-three, if anything, she put on a little weight around the hips and tits, the latter pressed up like a couple of plum puddings. Her blonde hair was straight and shoulder length.

In tow was the latest lucky object of her desire, a clean cut and good-looking young guy with gelled brown hair. He looked a little younger than Kim by a year or two and had clearly had a result pulling the sexy little nymph. Immediately spotting our crowd in the corner, she came bounding over. "Den!" she enthused as I stood to give her a hug, my hands stroking her back almost instinctively.

She eased away, issuing similar greetings to Jacko, Spud and Mack, as her boyfriend stood idly in the background, looking a little overwhelmed. Finally remembering him, Kim swiped his hand and brought him over. "Ian, these are some old friends of mine, Den, Jacko, Spud and Mack. Now come and meet daddy."

We all raised a hand in greeting and grinned at one another, the evening having taking a decided turn for the better. Kim flounced off, the hem of the skirt riding up to the top of her thighs to expose a hint of plump rump.

A second round of drinks on order, Kim found her way back, blushing as we unsubtly checked out her curves and took every opportunity to get tactile. For her part she skilfully brushed aside the overt attention, ensuring to refer to her companion pointedly as "my boyfriend" so as to leave no doubt. However, that didn't stop Jacko placing a hand on her round bum, stroking the silky soft material and administering a playful squeeze. Kim issued a stern look but made no verbal complaint.

Spud's round, he added a vodka and lemonade for Kim and asked what Ian wanted. An initial rebuff, the youngster was eventually persuaded to accept a bottle of Bud. That meant the pair were obliged to join us at our table. Pulling up a seat, Kim was anxious to find out what we were all up to since she last saw us. As the DJ got into swing, reminiscences of a collective colourful past rang out. Nibbling on the neck of his bottle, poor Ian was somewhat excluded. Whether it occurred that each of us had had his girlfriend in just about every conceivable position wasn't clear, but he certainly shuffled a little uncomfortably in his seat as we regaled Kim with tall tales and improbable instances. He was in for a long night.

As if to pacify, when a record came on she liked, Kim dragged him up onto the floor. A collective sigh of appreciation ran around the horny quartet as we watched the pair dance. Somewhat self-conscious, Ian shuffled stiffly. In their absence, our reminiscences took a filthy turn. Jacko recalled the time he bent Kim over the bonnet of his van in the pub car park and took her roughly from behind. Mack remembered taking her fishing and an hour-long blowjob as he held his rod tightly and she did too! Spud eulogised upon a heated fuck in the showers after football. I completed the trip down memory lane by disclosing the time she gave me a handjob under my jacket in the cinema. A bunch of selfless liars and braggards at the best of times, somehow all carried an air of authenticity. Mack summed up the feeling around the table by proclaiming: "God, I want the little slut right now."

The song came to an end and young Ian headed off to the toilet as Kim returned to our circle. A big smile on her face, clearly she had strong feelings for her handsome and fit young boyfriend. In stark contrast, we were a bunch of unfit and balding thirty-somethings that were God's Gift only in our own heads. Kim jumped when, upon sitting down, she found Mack's hand was already there. He ensured to get a good grope of lovely arse before she wiggled free. "Oi, you can cut that out," the beauty protested, amid a chorus of chuckles. "No, really," she entreated, eyelashes fluttering. "Not in front of Ian...please."

The inference that we could do whatsoever we liked, provided it wasn't in front of Ian, seemed to occur to Kim a little too late and she blushed profusely. "Okay then, just a little kiss for old time's sake," Mack suggested as the rest of us provided verbal encouragement, causing Kim's doe eyes to widen. "Aww, go on, just a little peck on the cheek," Mack added with an innocent look on his chubby chops.

Glancing back towards the toilet door, Kim gestured at him to turn his head in profile. Mack obliged, eyes glinting, eyebrows rising. As Kim leaned in to kiss the stubbly jowl, quickly Mack turned his head, their lips meeting and crushing together. A sweaty hand moved behind her head and he held her in place until she shook clear with a breathless: "Nooooooo."

Her face contorted like she'd been fed a vial of toxin. Mack, on the other hand, beamed like the cat that had got the cream. All looking up, we saw Ian standing behind. He didn't look to be much enjoying himself. Only nine o'clock, the poor lad was surely in for a torrid time unless he lightened up a little. As if to win favour, he enquired if anyone wanted a drink. We all accepted and his heart seemed to plunge as Kim chimed: "Make mine a double, honey."

"Atta girl," we chorused, knowing full well what a lethal combination alcohol and the naughty little minx made.

Kim smiled awkwardly but nonetheless basking in the attention of four older guys with whom she'd had intimate relations. The bar swelling with punters out to celebrate the New Year, Ian moved out of sight behind a wall of bodies. Not to be left out, I took the opportunity to make a little move of my own. Rising to head to the toilet, I brushed up close behind Kim, hands on the sides of her breasts as I squeezed past. A little sigh fell from her lips and I'm sure she issued a half-approving smile among the stern look.

When I arrived back from the leak, Ian was still at the bar, the other three not missing an opportunity to grope Kim as all subtlety evaporated. Kim slapped at stray hands and complained bitterly, but made no attempt to move away. The fact was that the only thing the pretty little prick tease hated more than attention was no attention. She realised that we were running over in our minds the times we'd fucked her senseless and I'd bet it turned her on.

Finally Ian turned up with the drinks swimming on a round metal tray and normality was restored momentarily. Leaving the pair to a private whispered conversation, we exchanged pleasantries with other regulars as the pub topped up to capacity. It was quite quaint witnessing the lovestruck youngster place a hand on his girlfriend's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, as if to issue a silent warning to the four lustful onlookers that she was his.

I was sure we were all thinking the same thing: how far had he gone with Kim? Maybe she HAD changed after all. Perhaps he was still waiting for the first blowjob from those gorgeous wet lips or to part those lovely thighs and thrust his cock deep into that snug pussy with its plump moist labia. Maybe Kim had found the 'special one' and was holding out, a kiss his only reward thus far.

And I wouldn't have minded betting that he was agonising whether we were just good friends, or a little more. It had to have crossed the boy's mind that there was history between us. But surely he couldn't even start to imagine the filthy things his precious girlfriend had engaged in with us. That thought gave me an idea. It was nasty, I know, but my cock was throbbing and I wanted to see how far we could push things. "Do you remember Mack's thirtieth birthday?" I threw into the conversation. "What a night!"

Kim's breathing quickened perceptively, her bottom lip started to quiver as a blush of scarlet stained her normally pale cheeks. The others roared and banged their glasses on the tables, all of course except for Ian who sat in blissful ignorance. Kim's eyes locked on mine, appealing and I grinned back, reliving the evening in my head in glorious detail. "Honey," she said, growing a little anxious as thoughts turned into words. "You forgot my crisps."

Ian looked back questioningly but rose nonetheless to head back to the bar. He seemed quite glad of the excuse, a welcome release from the bawdy reminiscences. Doubtless he was counting down the time to midnight, the poor soul. As soon as he was out of earshot, Kim raised her hands in protest. "Please, please, please, not in front of Ian," she begged.

"Mmm, but that was one hell of a spit roast," Mack enthused. "What a birthday present!"

Kim pouted as we recalled the night in question when the five of us went back to Mack's flat for 'afters'. As Jacko and Spud looked on longingly, Mack ploughed into Kim from behind as she tried to suck my cock off. Ten minutes later, she did the same with Jacko and Spud, ending up with two thick loads of cum leaking out of her delicious little cunt and a belly full of warm seed. Kim fanned her face furiously, shuffling in the seat. "Come on, come for a dance," Spud ordered.

Kim's eyes expanded and she shook her head in heightened denial. It needed a stern and threatening look from the four of us that spoke volumes to persuade her, supplemented by Spud's musing: "I imagine Ian would love to hear these stories..."

"You won't tell him, will you?" Kim pleaded in genuine distress.

As she stood, Jacko ran a hand up her inner thigh, inducing a tiny whimper. Spud led her onto the floor and moments later Ian arrived back with the crisps, glancing around quizzically. "She's just gone to the toilet," I lied with a grin

Little did he know that his sexy girlfriend was being pawed and palmed within arm's reach. The ironic thing was that, with his back to the floor, all apart from Ian could see Kim locked in a clinch with Spud as they gyrated. His clammy hands were all over her back, octopus-like, occasionally lowering to squeeze her arse and bring her to his crotch. Kim acted reluctant, constantly pulling back, but allowed it to continue nonetheless, persuaded by the unspoken threat. I suspect Ian guessed what was going on behind him, but he chose not to glance back as if, by doing so, it might not be happening. Yet it was, with Spud cupping Kim's gorgeous bum cheeks and rubbing his erection into her midriff.

The song came to an end and Kim was able to slip his grasp, stealing back to the table and her boyfriend's side. Ian issued a pursed-lip look that was hard to fathom and to which a contrite Kim responded with a consolatory expression. Ian looked around, searching for an escape route but the bar was so full of revellers these were the only seats in the house. Chomping on her packet of crisps, Kim avoided our lecherous looks and allusions to past misdemeanours.

When it was Kim's turn at the bar, I decided it was my turn again for a little fun, following on the premise of giving her a hand. Little could she have imagined that it would be the other way round: her giving me a hand. Crowded wall to wall, we had to push through a sea of bodies, which allowed ample opportunity to rub up against the lovely Kim's arse, smell her hair and feel her tits. My hot breath on her soft neck, I stroked the girl's ribcage through the crimpled silver dress, palms coming to rest on those sizeable breasts. "Den, no!" she protested weakly as I rolled each diamond-hard nipple between thumb and forefinger and humped her arse. "Den, look," she appealed, glancing over her shoulder. "I've changed...since then."

"Hmm, oh really?" I replied with heavy sarcasm.

"Yes, really," she maintained, lifting her hands in a vain attempt to brush mine from her tits.

Instead I mauled harder, really working those spongy orbs in my strong palms. Up against a wall of bodies that stretched the entire length of the bar, Kim was putty in my hands. "Please, Den," she mouthed hoarsely.

Tilting my head forward I kissed her neck, surprising the girl with its tenderness. "So, have you and thingy, um, Ian...done things yet?" I enquired wickedly.

"No, we haven't," she replied huffily, shimmying free of my grasp. "We've only been seeing one another for six weeks."

Six weeks! My, she had changed. "Aww, must be young love huh? And I guess he believes that you're a good wholesome girl, yeah?"

"Yes," she urged, head lowering. "I was young back then...and stupid."

Fighting her way to the end of bar, we waited to catch the barman's attention. "It's not the same behind the bar since you left," I lamented.

She saw right through my lame pickup, issuing a nudge in the ribs. It was then that it struck me we were so far pressed into the corner that we were virtually out of sight. Even those closest to us had their backs turned, surveying the disco. An evil idea came to mind, causing me to sigh at its ingenuity. But the fact was that I was horny as hell. Taking the mobile phone out of my pocket, I flicked onto the photo gallery. "Well, here's a reminder of what you used to be like, in the good old days."

Kim inhaled hard as the picture of her pretty cum-splattered face filled the tiny screen, a stark reminder indeed. "Oh my God, Den no..."

I grinned, feeling an increased tightening in my groin. "Okay, whilst we're waiting to be served..." I mused, taking Kim's right hand and placing it over the bulge in my trousers that was exuding warmth.

"Oh God Den, no, not here..." she protested.

"Wouldn't be the first time," I replied with disdain. "Now there's a good girl, get on with it."

Kim sighed miserably though I wasn't sure whether it was mere play-acting. I'd a funny feeling she was getting somewhat wet between the legs just thinking about it. The girl thrived on danger and thrill. The former slut who, I was far from convinced was a reformed character, slid down the zip and fished around inside, unveiling the purple and bulbous cock tip she used to adore. In the shadow of the bar she began to caress the semi hard shaft. Within moments it began to inflate in her tiny fingers. Reaching across, I placed a hand on her bum, squeezing it. "I can't believe I'm doing this in a pub full of people," she exclaimed breathlessly, startling as my hand roved south, finding bare thigh and stroking.

"Just remember the beach, the museum, the motorway...?" I reminded her, citing just a small percentage of the places she'd either wanked or blown me back then.

It had the desired effect, for she upped the ministrations, her tiny fist sliding back and forth on my rock hard manhood. I whispered in her ear what a lovely little slut she was, to which she issued a look that was half pride, half misery. My precum was flowing freely by now and staining Kim's fingers as she stroked. Stopping momentarily, she instinctively lifted the sticky digits to her lips to taste. "Once a slut, always a slut," I remarked, cock jerking until she took it back firmly in hand.

Toying with the bottom of the dress, I in turn smoothed the light material up off her upper thigh and onto her arse cheek. She startled as the warm air brushed the exposed flesh. I discovered that she wore a pretty white thong beneath, tracing the line of the string down the cleft before pushing up on her pussy. She gasped and gripped my prick even more tightly, stroking firmly. Easing the patch of material aside, I let the fingertip nestle a moment in the soft cunt crack, waiting for Kim to push down upon it like in the past. She did not disappoint, lowering eagerly. Grinning, I pushed upward till it was completely submerged.

I was right: she WAS soaking wet, all that sex talk, flirting and touching doubtless having turned her on no end. The lush lips parted easily and, as I moved my finger about, a few bubbles of juice popped. The vaginal walls clung snugly to the roving digit, trapping it inside. "Damn, you love it," I mouthed, moving my finger up and down with purpose.

"Nooooooo, please," she countered unconvincingly as I found her swollen clit.

Finally the barman arrived in front of us and Kim tried to compose herself, ordering the round in revered tones, interspersed with little gasps as I tweaked her love button and she wanked me. Leaning in, I confided in her ear that I was close and that she wasn't to make a mess under the bar. She knew exactly what I meant, pretending to drop her purse. My finger slid out of her cunt tunnel, glazed in sticky juices. I tasted, savouring the rich musky fluid. On her knees beneath the bar, she wanked furiously before plunging her lips to plug my cock tip. I came with real vigour, pumping wad after wad of thick creamy cum into her sweet mouth.

With little choice but to swallow, Kim did so eagerly, before rising quickly to her feet just as one stray dollop coated her philtrum. She hadn't noticed and anyway it looked as if she had a runny nose. "I'll finish you off later," I whispered in her ear, nuzzling at it and kissing down to her neck, sending a discernible shiver through her body.


Once a Slut...



Author's Note: This is my 20th submission to Literotica.com. I have submitted stories under a variety of Lit categories. The story below can best be categorized under the "Loving Wives" genre. I have found writing within the LW category to be both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, LW has by far the most engaged and responsive readers of any category – a true joy to authors who value feedback on their creations. On the other hand, I have seen strong evidence in the postings on many LW stories (not just my own) that some LW readers will read a few paragraphs, assume (often wrongly) that they know the story, and go straight to the end to register a vote and provide comments.

I can virtually guarantee that you've never read a Loving Wives story quite like the one below. It is neither a willing cuckold fantasy nor a "torch the bitch" revenge rant. In addition, it is neither excessively long nor tantalizingly short. If you're going to vote and provide comments, please take the time to actually read it – then feel free to heap either praise or scorn as appropriate. Best regards, Average Bear



"ONCE A SLUT..."

Nothing could have adequately prepared me for what I saw. I watched as the sexy woman on the screen was undressed by one of three men within the camera's view. The men all wore gold chains around their necks.

The woman stood naked and smiling, breasts jutting out, as the first man began to paw at her body. The other two men circled in closely and began touching and rubbing her while the intro music played. The words "Workin' on the Chain Gang Bang" flitted across the screen.

The startling realization hit me that the beautiful actress in this cheesy porn flick was indeed Jennifer – my lovely wife of just over seven years. A strange mix of fear and anger welled up within me, threatening to explode my calm demeanor.

"See – what'd I tell you, bro?" said Neil, my lifelong buddy who had delivered the offending video for me to watch. 

He seemed like such a tattletale. Neil had a knack for seeking praise for distasteful events, as if he'd cooked them up deliberately and was proud of it. I was beginning to wonder why I chose to have a friend who finds joy in the misery of others.

My eyes remained fixed on the video display. Though the woman's hair was longer and darker than Jen keeps hers now, I would have known her anywhere. I noticed that the ends of her long hair curled around her nipples, occasionally obscuring them from the camera's searching view. Jen's hair nowadays was just barely shoulder length.

The actors were no longer just circling and groping Jen. They had moved her over to the bed and were stroking their erect cocks in front of her face. She quickly grabbed one in each hand and began giving them hand jobs.

The third actor awaited something more. Jen looked into the camera and then up at him. She stuck out her tongue and playfully took tentative licks at his massive pole. She then opened her mouth and took half his length down her throat. Her head began lurching back and forth, pulling his cock deeper and then shallower in her mouth.

Jen's face and body seemed gaunt as the camera captured her giving a blow job. Her skin didn't exhibit the healthy glow of our marital years. The film seemed to give her a sickly look, despite her youthful beauty.

As I watched numbly, it became obvious to me that this video had been made some time ago. Now, at age thirty-one, Jen was still lovely, but in a different way than before. Her figure had matured, with feminine curves where there had been angular breasts, skinny ass, bony hips, and a flat pelvis on the video.

The pubic region immediately below that pelvis was in the process of being violated onscreen. The men had switched positions, and Jen was giving a blow job to one of the hand job guys while the other one slurped at her pussy. The third guy, the one with the massive cock, was watching and waiting for Jen's vagina to be vacated. He stroked his cock with one hand and pinched her nipple with the other. 

As the cunning linguist (in James Bond terminology) brought Jen to a writhing and screaming orgasm (or at least a simulated one), the guy with the big prick brushed him aside. He stroked his cock one more time, then pressed it against the moist flesh of Jen's labia. The camera zoomed in and caught the first penetration in slow motion, then stayed fixed on their juncture as the stud began pumping furiously in and out of Jen's snatch.

I thought I was going to throw up. 

"Turn that fuckin' thing off," I said gruffly to Neil, "you've proven your point!"

Neil used the remote to switch the DVD player and television screen off. He popped the video out of the player, stuck it in its box, and handed it to me.

"I don't want it – burn the damned thing!" I shouted.

"Sorry, man – I know this must be hard," he replied.

My temples were throbbing. My teeth and hands were clenched. I felt like hitting something. I was tempted to make Neil the target, but I knew he was only trying to look after me. Or at least I thought so.

"It's okay, Neil," I said. "It's not as if I didn't know this sort of thing exists."

"You KNEW? What the FUCK, dude?" There was no disguising Neil's shock and horror. He was always as easy to read as a John Grisham novel.

"Yeah, I knew. Jen told me about her past before we were married. She said she had made some porn flicks when she was younger," I confessed.

"Then why in the hell would you have MARRIED her?" Neil demanded, the disbelief plainly displayed on his face. "Why didn't you just pork her as much as you wanted, and then move on?"

"She wasn't like that when I met her," I answered, "she had changed from the girl in that video."

"If you say so, dude," Neil offered weakly.

"I DO say so." I struggled to make myself sound believable. "She had only done the porn to earn money to save her mother's life. Her mom had leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant, but didn't have health care insurance that would cover it. Jen was only nineteen and didn't have any marketable skills to earn the kind of money that takes. At least, not more than one marketable skill..."

Neil shifted in his seat. It was obvious he was still uncomfortable. He knew exactly what skill I meant. He'd just seen it displayed onscreen.

"She made porn flicks until she was twenty-one. She'd earned enough money to pay for the transplant and was ready to quit. But more importantly, she met a woman at her mom's hospital who reached out to her day-by-day throughout the ordeal."

"So what?" asked Neil.

"So, this woman had a story to tell," I said. "She knew a lot about pain and suffering – some of it physical, some of it emotional and mental. And she talked about the need for forgiveness. It resonated with Jen. She became a born-again Christian and walked out on the porn industry."

"So did you meet her at church, or what?" queried Neil.

"No, I haven't been into the church thing or any sort of organized religious crap ever since I was a kid. I haven't really seen the need," I answered.

"So how'd you hook up with her?"

"We met at work. I was in private legal practice before I joined the bank, and she came to work as a receptionist in the law firm. I was impressed with her smile, the way she positively glowed. So I started talking to her every time I got a chance, and eventually asked her out. But we didn't 'hook up.' We never had sex until after we were married."

"What the FUCK, dude? Why buy the freakin' cow when you can get the milk free?" Neil asked with an annoying laugh. "Especially with a hot babe who knows the ropes like SHE does?"

I counted to ten to keep myself from bitch-slapping Neil. He truly didn't know what he was saying, I was sure. He didn't realize how he was twisting the knife in my gut.

I spoke slowly and deliberately enunciated each word. "She was SERIOUS about her new-found faith. Despite her past, she wasn't 'giving the milk away free.'" I wanted to add the words "you stupid mother fucker" at the end, but I resisted the temptation.

"But you said she told you about her porn background BEFORE you were married. You could have pushed the issue, gotten her in the sack for a trial run," Neil chortled, obviously convinced of his own hilarity.

"Neil, she didn't tell me until we were pretty serious," I recounted. "In fact, she waited until I proposed to her. She wouldn't accept my proposal until she told me EVERYTHING, and gave me as much time as I needed to make sure I still wanted to marry her. I think she expected me to bail on her."

"So what'd you do?" Neil asked, standing up to take a stroll around the room. He'd been a bit hyperactive ever since we were kids.

"I knew she didn't need to dangle in the wind. She needed assurance. I told her that I loved her no matter what, and that what she'd done before we met meant nothing to me. I really thought I believed it, but I guess it's always been niggling in the back of my mind."

"For good reason," asserted Neil.

I really wanted to punch him. "For more than seven years, she's given me no reason to doubt her," I said.

"But NOW you have good reason – if not from the video, surely from what I told you about where I saw her on Friday night," Neil chided.

"The video means nothing," I stated emotionlessly, although it indeed troubled me greatly, "it only confirms what Jen already told me when we were engaged eight years ago. But your story about the Pink Kitty – that's totally disturbing..."

"Yeah, like I was saying," Neil fairly chirped, a gleam in his eye, "I saw her car parked behind the Pink Kitty last night. Only girls who work there park in the back."

The Pink Kitty was one of several notorious massage parlors on our side of town. These parlors had begun to dot the shopping plazas, much to the chagrin of homeowners and school board members alike. 

But they must do a booming business, I thought to myself, in order to sustain the rapid growth trajectory they've been on over the past couple of years. Exactly what their business WAS seemed shrouded in mystery. At a minimum, they provided some form of sexual release for clients, flaunting their message of "Maximum Pleasure" on their gaudy and bawdy signs. I strongly suspected they were havens for hookers, with some form of controls in place to avoid police intervention.

I couldn't imagine what Jen was doing there – or, unfortunately, perhaps I COULD imagine it. It didn't take much imagination after witnessing the video.

"You're SURE it was Jen's car, and not just one that LOOKED like it?" I asked hopefully.

"Man, I even checked the license plate. It was hers. I wouldn't steer you wrong, dude," Neil answered gleefully.

My heart sank. I didn't bother to ask Neil why he happened to be at the Pink Kitty, or how he knew where the girls who worked there parked. His past pattern of irresponsible behavior with women made the question unnecessary.

I still felt stunned and stung. Jen did not seem like the type of woman to do this to me. I wasn't sure I was convinced about the truth of Christianity, but I had seen serious faith in Jen and a life consistent with that faith. Now, after watching the video and hearing Neil's tale, I had reason to doubt. 

And there was another reason to doubt. Jen's mom was experiencing a relapse of her leukemia. The bills were mounting, and her treatment wasn't covered completely by Medicaid. She needed salvage therapy, and I had been worried about how we were going to be able to afford it. 

Maybe Jen had the same worries, and was trying to earn some extra money on the side. She'd worked her way up from receptionist to legal assistant, but her job still didn't pay all that well. I could see her taking a second job, especially since we were unable to have kids, so she wasn't subject to the time demands of motherhood. But I hadn't pictured her taking a job at the PINK KITTY...

Neil interrupted my contemplative reflections by clearing his throat. "You know the old saying, Bill," Neil quoted to me, "once a slut, always a slut."

I nearly decked him right then and there. But the onscreen sight of my beautiful Jennifer getting fucked by a group of three studly men had left me reeling, as if I'd been punched in the gut. Neil's revelation that Jennifer was now working at the Pink Kitty took the fight completely out of me. My body felt like it belonged to someone else, as if I were just a ghost haunting its empty shell.

Neil grabbed his DVD and his jacket. He was ready to take off and leave me to my thoughts. He was apparently satisfied to have had the last word, no matter how spiteful it sounded. "Once a slut, always a slut" resonated in the recesses of my mind.

* * * * *

I decided I needed a stronger validation of Jen's infidelity than fuck-wad Neil's simple word. I made plans to follow Jennifer on one of her many evening excursions to various places around town. Her jaunts were always under the guise of going to the gym or to some church activity or other. Until now, I'd had no reason to doubt or ask questions.

On Tuesday night, I followed her to the gym. I stayed outside in a distant part of the parking lot when she went inside. I figured that with a workout and shower, she'd take at least an hour. I considered leaving to go pick up a drive-thru burger while I waited.

Just as I had made up my mind and was putting the car into gear, Jen came back out the front door of the fitness center. She was carrying a DIFFERENT gym bag than the one she had carried when she entered. This one was pink; the one she had brought from home was black.

"What the fuck?" I thought. She had only been in there for five minutes, and she had switched gym bags and was now leaving. I was baffled.

I continued the pursuit and followed her car at a safe distance. My heart began to sink as I realized what was in the plaza up ahead. As Jen turned on her right blinker, I saw the gaudy sign up ahead on the right: "THE PINK KITTY MASSAGE PARLOR – Experience Feline Frivolity: Maximize Your Pleasure, Feel the Snug Tug of One of Our Cute Pussies." The sign was adorned with a drawing of a well-endowed girl wearing a Catgirl mask and little else, ready to rub down the next client.

Oh, my God! I thought as Jen whipped her car into the back parking lot. I circled around the side lot, where I could see her car but wasn't likely to be seen by her.

She parked her car, looked around, and grabbed the pink gym bag out of the back seat. "She must have her skimpy working outfits in the bag," I thought to myself. "She doesn't want me to find them at home, so she keeps them in her locker at the gym."

She went over to the building and knocked on the back door. Momentarily, the door opened and she disappeared inside.

I was coming completely unhinged. I needed to scream, to punch something, to hurt somebody the way I was being hurt. But I kept it bottled up inside.

I picked up a six-pack at the convenience store on the way home. I drank myself to sleep.

* * * * *

All the next day, I was seething inside. Jen was still asleep when I left for work. I decided that since Jen would be at Wednesday night prayer service for the evening, I would check out the goings-on at the Pink Kitty myself. I needed to know just exactly what Jen had gotten herself into.

As I drove to the Pink Kitty, I thought about my plan. I didn't want to raise suspicions by asking a bunch of overt questions. I decided to pose as a prospective client and discover what I could find out on my own about Jen's new job. 

I parked in the far section of the plaza parking lot. I didn't want anyone who might know me to realize I was visiting the Pink Kitty.

The door chime sounded as I entered. The front desk was empty, but momentarily a young woman emerged from an interior office. She was a platinum blonde, in her early twenties, and built like the proverbial brick house. She was busty and wore a nurse's uniform, complete with white hose and a red cross on her white nurse's cap. She wasn't just hot – she was on FIRE! It was obvious that her costume was intended to engender fantasy. I wondered whether Jen had a similar costume in her pink gym bag.

"Um – I've never been to one of these," I said haltingly.

She smiled and batted her eyelashes, then looked down demurely. "What were you looking for?" she asked.

"Um – I was just wondering, are your services limited to therapeutic massage? I mean, is this kind of like going to the chiropractor, but just a very pretty chiropractor?"

She smiled again, this time with warmth in her eyes. I was pleased that she seemed to appreciate my humor. "Well, it's not quite like that," she teased, "the experience here is a little more – sensual..."

If Jen was working there, I wanted to know just EXACTLY what the girls there did and how far they'd go. "So, HOW sensual?"

"It depends," she replied, "on how much you're willing to spend."

I decided to push the envelope. "Suppose money is no object – the sky's the limit," I said.

A spark came into her eyes. "You a cop?" she asked.

"No."

"Prove it," she commanded.

"How can you expect me to prove a negative like that?" I queried.

"Show me your penis."

My jaw dropped. "WHAT?" I asked with genuine incredulity.

"You heard me," she said, "show me your dick. No cop is going to show me his dick, or he's up shit creek for entrapment, among other things. You said the sky's the limit, so it's obvious you're looking to go as far as I'll let you. Show me your dick and I'll tell you."

I hadn't intended for things to get out of control. I had just wanted information. I thought I'd pose as a client, ask a few questions about what the girls generally did, and then pretend to get cold feet and leave. But now I was going to have to show her my penis if I wanted the answers to my questions.

I hesitated, then unfastened my belt. Pretend like she's a real nurse and it's a medical exam, I told myself.

I pulled my pants to my knees and hesitated again. She was watching me carefully. I saw her tongue trace a path around her lips. It seemed so erotic, as if she were telegraphing to me that I need only show her my cock and she'd take it joyfully in her mouth.

I should have heard the alarm bells going off in my head and stopped things right there. The growing erection in my boxer shorts was all I needed to tell me that I had lost control. But somehow, I couldn't back down from her challenge.

"Don't do it right here," she said. "Come to the room at the back, just in case somebody comes in the front door."

I followed her to a poorly lit room at the end of a narrow hallway. It had an easy chair in the center, a table in the corner, and a mini-stage area at the front.

She shut and locked the door behind me. "Now, show me your dick and I'll tell you what I'll do for you," she commanded.

I was mesmerized, hypnotized, unable to resist. I hooked my thumbs around the waistband of my boxers, and pulled downward. My rigid, throbbing cock sprang forward and upward.

The girl smiled and reached out to give it a tug. "Nice to meet you," she laughed, shaking my love tool up and down as if in a handshake, "I see you're not a cop. My name's Amber. And I'm here to do whatever you want, however you want it – no boundaries. It's a sliding scale that starts at fifty for a hand job, a hundred dollars for oral, another two hundred for straight sex, another two hundred for anal. I might give you a discount on the whole shooting match, IF you're willing to go down on me before you stick your cock inside my pussy. You know, just for lubrication..."

HOLY SHIT! Is this how Jen greets her customers? I wondered silently.

She could see my eyebrow go up, I'm sure. She also could feel my cock stiffen in her hand as she spoke of such erotic matters. She hadn't bothered to let go after the initial greeting.




Once a Slut...



"Oh, and you'll have to wear THIS," she said, holding up a foil-clad condom. She moved over to the corner of the room and turned a switch. The room filled with dance-beat music.

She turned back to me. "So – what's your pleasure?"

I was thinking with my cock instead of my brain. I was also blinded by my rage at Jen's unfaithfulness. "No boundaries?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Five hundred, and we can do anything and everything you want, at least until you wear down. I'll forget the taxes if you'll promise to use your tongue to help me get wet."

Five hundred for EVERYTHING? I'd long wanted to try anal sex with Jen, but I had never been willing to request it of her. I was afraid it would remind her too much of her checkered porn flick history. This could be my chance to fuck a girl's ass without dredging up Jen's past. 

It was twisted reasoning, but it seemed to work for me at the moment.

"If I put it on my credit card, what will show up on the bill?" I asked hesitantly.

She displayed another broad smile, and her nose scrunched endearingly. "Not to worry, sweetie. It just shows up as PKL Communications. You can tell your wife it's for a new wireless device or something." She looked directly at the gold band on my left ring finger.

"PKL?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Pink Kitty Limited, I believe," said Amber, "but don't worry about it. Wives don't ever check, not unless you get addicted and keep on doing it over and over. Hopefully she can please you at home and it won't become a problem."

Or maybe she can please me HERE, on one of her late shifts at the Pink Kitty, I thought cynically. My cock-driven brain was grasping at any and every reason to forge ahead, and self-righteous spite readily fit the bill.

I pulled my credit card from my wallet and gave it to Amber. She looked it over, studying my name as if it rang a bell, and then left for a couple of minutes. I finished getting undressed as I waited.

She returned with receipt and credit card in hand, wearing only a robe. The nurse's uniform was gone.

"Abandoned the fantasy?" I asked, tongue-in-cheek.

"Do you want fantasy, or do you want REALITY?" she murmured, a genuine feline quality to her voice. I half-expected her to meow. Here, kitty-kitty, I wanted to say.

She seemed to read my mind. Perhaps she was just reading my eyes, which were scanning the curves and peaks of her robe-covered body. 

My naked cock was straining upward, threatening to spew a load of spunk up toward the ceiling, a visible testament to my molten lust for this incredibly erotic woman. She got the message and grasped my wand once again, stroking it a time or two before leaning down and taking it in her mouth.

She was a champion fellatio artist. She knelt in front of me and tenderly rubbed two fingers at the base of my balls while she sucked and slurped my rod. As her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, I reached down and grabbed the lapel of her robe. I tugged on it until the sash of the robe came loose, gaping open to expose her luscious tits.

I had to touch them. Despite the ecstasy of having her expertly suck my cock, I needed contact with the fleshy melons of her large and exquisite breasts. I could finally SEE her sexual arousal for me, in the form of the turgid nipples standing erect at the ends of her beautiful tits. But I needed to FEEL them, to TASTE them. And she was too far down, resting on her knees with my prick in her mouth.

"Up you go, Amber," I said, "I don't want to cum in your mouth – at least not YET. And I really need to feel those sexy tits of yours."

She smiled at the compliment, and stood in front of me. She was a tall woman, but still about four inches shorter than me. She closed the gap between us, and pushed her breasts into my chest. 

At the same time, I could feel the scruff of her muff scratching against my upper leg. It was warm, and I pushed my leg more solidly against it. She started to hump my leg, and soon I felt the slick juices of her vagina coating the top of my leg.

I was euphoric. I could never have imagined I'd be doing this today when I came in earlier to investigate Jen's workplace. The investigation had turned down a different path. An investigator is sometimes known as a private dick, but in my case, the "private dick" status had nothing to do with investigating. I wasn't discovering what Jen did – I was enjoying myself. And I was enjoying Amber.

Somehow, deep in my spirit, despite my erotic haze, I knew this was wrong. I just had come too far to back out now.

I pulled her to me and turned toward the easy chair. I laid Amber back into it, and watched her watch me as I pulled the side handle to raise the foot rest.

My hands went to her breasts, and my lips went to her knees. I kissed along the inner part of her thighs. She immediately spread her legs in blatant invitation. I couldn't stop myself or pretend to be in control. My mouth went straight for her vagina, spitting and licking, my mind spinning out of control.

My hands continued to knead the fleshy mounds of her breasts while my lips kissed the mound of her pubic region. I began furiously tongue-fucking her, lapping at her labia and suckling her clit. She'd only asked me to get her moist for penetration, but we were both in heat and I was intent on making her cum.

With all the groping of forbidden tits and licking of forbidden pussy, I felt like a heroin junkie ready to fly off a building. Amber grasped my head and pushed it into her crotch to increase the pressure. "Keep it up - PLEASE. Keep licking my pussy! Make me CUM, William!" she cried out.

I was momentarily struck with the question of how she knew my legal name, William, but then I remembered her studious look at my credit card. I guess she wanted to know who it was that was going to fuck her.

Nobody called me William – it was Bill. But I was honored she was calling out my name in ecstasy. And I was glad that it wasn't a name that was likely to get me nailed if it ever came up in conversation with Jen. I was all too aware that Amber and Jen worked together.

I had three fingers in Amber's pussy, pumping in and out, as I continued to suckle her clit. With my other hand, I was tweaking her nipples, first one and then the other, then back and around again. 

I felt her pussy begin to tighten against my tongue. I frigged even harder with my fingers, suckled even harder on her clit. Her pussy lips constricted, then clenched violently around my fingers and mouth. "Oh! Oh! OOOOOHHHH!" she wailed.

It felt so wanton, so good, to make this total stranger cum in my mouth. She was lovely, she was sexy – and now she was primed and ready to fuck me. I could see the look in her eye as she came down off her euphoric orgasm. It was a total "fuck me" look.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

She smiled a warm smile. "Ready and willing," she answered huskily. "But here, I need you to wear this." She held out the condom. "Not that I WANT you to – I NEED you to. We need to be safe, for both our sakes."

"Can you help me put it on – with your mouth?"

She smiled again. "I haven't been doing this long enough to completely master that trick," she replied, "but I'll try."

She was a trooper. She got the condom in her mouth and managed to spread it over my glans with her tongue. She struggled beyond that point, and finally looked up at me with an "I'm sorry" expression and shrugged her shoulders.

"It's okay," I laughed. She unrolled it the rest of the way with her fingers, being careful not to let it snap against my cock and hurt me.

"I might have a little trouble – accommodating you," she said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean you're pretty big. You're about as long as I've ever had, and certainly thicker," she said. 

I felt a swell of pride, as well as a swell of my prick. I don't think I'd ever been so hard and so big. It must have been the forbidden nature of the encounter.

"We'll find a way to get you into my pussy," she continued, "but I'm not sure that thing's going into my ass without splitting it wide open. But a deal's a deal – just promise me you'll be gentle."

"I promise," I responded truthfully. I wasn't sure I'd be able to ejaculate twice in one encounter anyway, especially if it turned out to be as massive an explosion as I expected I'd have the first time. We'd have to see where things stood, so to speak, after I'd fucked her pussy. Maybe I'd be smaller and could fit in her ass while maintaining an erection.

Amber grasped my slick fingers and pulled me toward her. She spread her legs wide in the chair, and guided my cock toward her waiting snatch. I saw her eyes dart back and forth between my looming penis and my adoring eyes. 

Considering she was a complete stranger, I sure felt a strong emotional connection to her. I think she felt it too. Either that, or she just really enjoyed her job. 

Neil's words came floating back into my mind: "Once a slut, always a slut..." Did Jen enjoy her job as much as Amber enjoyed hers?

In addition to the emotional connection, I was about to feel a strong PHYSICAL connection to Amber. My rigid boner found its target as she guided me into her soaking slit. I found no real resistance, though the fit was snug. Her pussy stretched around my cock and began to throb around it as I thrust in and out.

Amber was obviously multi-orgasmic. Her breathing became ragged. "Fuck me, William, baby – please FUCK ME!!!" 

I pumped harder but not too fast. Deep is better than fast, or at least that's what the sex surveys in the women's magazines say.

"William – William! Cum with me, baby!" Amber's pussy began clenching around my thrusting prick. I tried to hold back, but it was to no avail. Every wanton sensation was pushing me toward climax, pulling my seed from the depths of my scrotum. My balls unleashed a torrent of cum, spurting over and over as my testicles proclaimed their rapture. They would have filled Amber's womb, but their little emissaries were trapped by the latex sheath that she had sexily unrolled with her mouth on my cock...

* * * * *

The easy chair was not a comfortable place to remain after Amber and I had both reached orgasm. Her skin stuck uncomfortably to the vinyl. My back felt like it was in a position that it was never meant to attain. I dismounted her, my cock sliding snakily out of her love tunnel.

Amber smiled at me. "You wanna try to get that thing in my ass?" she asked cheerily.

I thought for a moment. I'd started this encounter thinking what a treat it would be to finally take a woman's back door. But after the mind-blowing orgasm I'd just experienced, I wasn't sure I would be "up" for it.

I decided to cuddle with Amber and ask some questions. "Let's give it a few minutes," I replied. "If you want it and I'm up for it, we can deal. Otherwise, let's just snuggle for a little while."

Amber's face showed genuine surprise. "That's not the way most guys who come in here act," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, "but I'll take it."

I spread her robe across the recliner and lay back in it. She lay down on top of me, facing away. She rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed her cheek. My cock, should it choose to stir, was less than an inch from Amber's puckered anus. Access would not be a problem. She was keeping up her end of the deal.

After a minute or so of comfortable silence, I posed a question. It was time to renew my investigation. 

I had no idea what name Jen used at the Pink Kitty, but I wanted to find out if Amber knew her. Maybe she could tell me what sorts of things my wife was up to.

"Amber, is there a somewhat older girl who works here. About thirty-one, shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights, carries a pink gym bag..."

"I think I know who you mean," she replied, lazily bringing my hand up to massage her naked breast.

"You do?" I asked, my body stiffening slightly.

"Yeah – that's Jennifer."

My heart turned to stone.

"So she uses her real name?"

"Why shouldn't she?" Amber began wriggling her bottom, apparently trying to see if my cock would stir.

"Well, when you work in a place like this..."

Amber turned to me and frowned, not happy with the implicit insult I had launched against her. Then her face brightened and she smiled, saying, "Well, MY real name's not AMBER, so you may have a point. But Jennifer has no NEED for a stage name."

"Why not?"

"Because she doesn't work here."

"She – DOESN'T?" I let go of Amber's tit.

The ice around my heart began to melt, but at the same time a piercing guilt was creeping into my gut. What the FUCK was going on?

"Nah," said Amber, "she's a do-gooder who comes around trying to get us girls to leave this lifestyle. She always brings a gym bag full of baby gear."

I was finding it difficult to breathe. "Why?" I asked breathlessly.

"We're mostly single moms here," Amber replied. "She brings baby clothes and toys, and jars of baby food. She gives them away."

A wave of relief washed over me, knowing that I was wrong about what Jen was doing at the Pink Kitty. My relief was quickly swallowed up by an overwhelming sense of guilt and remorse. I'd just fucked another woman, thinking it was no worse than what Jen was doing in the very same place, fucking other men. But she was doing nothing of the sort. She was doing something to be proud of.

"She also brings bibles and gives them away," Amber continued. "She'll talk as long as we'll let her – about how God used 'harlots' in the Bible to do good."

"Really?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"Sure – like Rahab the harlot, who sheltered the two spies of Joshua when he sent them out to seek out the Promised Land. And then there was the daughter of Judah – I think her name was Tamar – who, as a childless widow who deserved a child, posed as a harlot and tricked her father-in-law into having sex with her and impregnating her. And then, of course, there was the prostitute who poured expensive perfume on Jesus to anoint him, and cried on his feet and wiped her tears off with her hair. Jennifer thinks that was Mary Magdalene, but says the bible isn't clear on that point."

I gulped hard, the truth hitting me squarely between the eyes. "She does all that?" I asked.

"Yeah, and she talks about how God can still use us 'harlots' to do good today."

I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. The strange blend of pride for Jen and guilt for my own actions threatened to pour forth. I buried my head against Amber's back.

"Are you trying to tell me you're ready for me to raise up?" she asked. "Is little willy wanting to find his way into my ass?" She formed air quotes with her fingers as she said "little willy." I realized that she was making a joke in reference to the name, William, that she'd attached to me. She smiled at her own humor. It was actually pretty good, but I was in no mood to laugh – or to put my cock in her ass.

"I don't think little willy's up for it yet," I said weakly. "Tell me a little more about this Jennifer girl."

"You sure you're not a cop?" she laughed, a twinkle in her eye. "Nah, your dick says otherwise," she continued with a smile.

"Jennifer just sounds a little – unique," I answered, "I'm just curious about what drives her to do that sort of thing."

"Well, Jennifer's unique, all right. She seems to really care. She talks about the impact of this lifestyle on your life later on. Like that it will be really hard for a man to accept your past. She even said she's sure that she's unable to have children because of her work in the porn industry. She said she wasn't sure whether it was a natural consequence of being fucked so hard and in so many ways by so many men, or whether it was God's judgment on her for what she'd done."

And here I had always thought that it was because I was shooting blanks. 

We'd never been tested for infertility, neither one of us wanting to find reason to blame the other, but somehow Jen and I had managed to remain childless even after we came off birth control four years earlier. Both of us wanted kids, but in recent months had begun to talk in terms of adoption rather than childbirth.

By this point, I was sure I had just wrecked my marriage by having sex with Amber. But I felt not only guilty about what I'd done to Jen. I also felt bad about using Amber, both as a source of pleasure and a source of information. She was a sweet and trusting girl, despite the fact that she fucked men for a living.

I swiveled my legs off the side of the easy chair, then turned Amber to sit beside me. We were both as naked as the day each was born, but I was no longer in the throes of sexual excitement. I hoped Amber's sexual temperature was dialing down as well.

"Amber," I started, then began to choke up. I struggled for words as her eyes searched mine. "What's your real name, Amber?"

She saw the mistiness in my eyes. I think she knew I had no ill intention in seeking to find out her real name. I truly just wanted to be able to speak to her as a real person.

"Um, okay, William – it's Beth. Short for Elizabeth. Like John the Baptist's mother in the Bible, who couldn't have children until she was very old. Only I already have a little one."

"And you're by no means an old woman," I said, weakly attempting to compliment her.

"I'm twenty," Beth replied.

"And beautiful," I responded. 

She reached for my cock in reply. I'm sure she thought I wanted to start the next round of our sexual encounter. I realized too late the mistake of complimenting a naked woman's looks when I wanted to apply the brakes. 

I took her hand off my cock and placed it in mine. 

"Beth..." I really didn't know what to say. I wanted to somehow turn back time, to undo the damage I'd done to my marriage and to Jen's efforts to steer Beth away from this life of sexual servitude.

"Beth, I'm sorry for taking advantage of you..."

She tilted her head, somewhat confused. "Don't worry about it, William," she offered with a smile, "it's really okay." 

I couldn't help but notice the way her nipples were beginning to lose their erection. But if I was going to have a serious conversation with her, I had to stop looking at her naked tits. I fixed my eyes on her face, deliberately maintaining eye contact as I spoke.

"Seriously, Beth" I said, "I didn't mean to objectify you. Or maybe I did. I'm just now waking up to the fact that I used your life situation to get you to have sex with me, when I had no right to do that."

"You paid me for it – and paid better than most," she countered. "Actually, you were pretty damned good. You're the first guy in a long time who's given the effort to make me cum. I appreciate that – I really do."

I didn't know what to say. "Thanks..." was all I could manage.

She smiled again, and seemed intent on making me feel better. "You're well-groomed, William, and not bad-looking. You obviously know how to treat a girl in the sack. There's no need to beat yourself up. I had a pretty good time."

I smiled at her. "So did I," I answered, making sure not to do more damage than good, "it's just that I had no right."

"I wouldn't say that," she insisted. "Say, you wanna take my ass now?"

I was surprised by her persistence. She must have a compulsion to earn her money, I thought. "Nah, I'd better not," I replied, "little willy's run out of steam. But thanks, Beth. You're a sweet girl. I'll bet Jennifer's right about God being able to use you to do good."

I wasn't sure where that last comment came from, but it felt right. I was sure Beth's experience with men was not generally good for her. I wanted her to feel valued by at least one person of my gender.

I stood up, and she stood with me. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then pulled the condom off my cock and started to get dressed. Beth grabbed her robe off the recliner and covered up with it. She took the condom from me and tied it in a knot, readying it for disposal.




Once a Slut...



Beth watched me as I finished dressing. Seeing her ready smile, I was haunted by thoughts of Jen. This girl obviously knew my wife, and was important enough to her for Jen to bring gifts and share stories. I couldn't have found a way to hurt Jen more if I'd tried.

Given the situation, there was little more I could do than thank her and be on my way. Fully clothed, I said goodbye to Beth and headed to my car. As I drove slowly home, my inner demons tormented me. It had turned out that I was truly married to a saint. But would she stay married to me once she found out what happened?

I knew from prior experience – not with infidelity, but with life generally – that Jen would be guided by her heart and by her faith. I seemed to recall that the Bible frowned on divorce, at least in the New Testament. But I was pretty sure that Jesus had given an exception in cases of unfaithfulness. And I felt like the most unfaithful man in the world.

That raised the question: WOULD she find out what happened? The guilt that I was experiencing was almost palpable. It felt like black oil filling up my chest, eager to drown me and put me out of my misery.

I had to get clean, and I had to come clean. I parked in our garage and jumped out of the car, heading to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. 

As I undressed and threw my clothes into the washer, I determined that the only palatable course was a complete confession. I couldn't live with unspoken guilt – it would eat away at me and at our marriage.

As I adjusted the water temperature in the shower, I contemplated how to approach my confession to Jen. No matter what approach I pondered, the subject matter would be ugly. I feared the hurt that it would cause for Jen. She had been through so much in her life, she didn't need this sort of grief from me.

"I've fuckin' BLOWN it," I said to myself. I was at my wit's end.

For the first time in many years, I got down on my knees with the intention to pray. But I didn't know how. The stream of hot water coursed over my body as I struggled to find a way to talk to God.

"If you're up there, I need you now, man," I whispered. "I've REALLY fucked up – pardon my French."

My heart ached for what I'd done. I hadn't just broken my vow to forsake all others. I had broken my vow to love, honor and cherish Jen. I had failed to trust her, despite her complete honesty and forthrightness with me since before we were married.

Salty tears began to flow from my eyes, washing down the drain with the shower water. My shoulders began to heave with sobs as I realized the true depths to which I'd sunk.

"I need your help, God," I said out loud, the shower still beating out its rhythm on my head, back and shoulders. "I need to know what to say to Jen. I need her to know how sorry I am. And I need YOUR forgiveness."

My burdened soul felt suddenly lighter. Still wracked with remorse, somehow the guilt seemed to diminish. I knew I had been wrong, but I didn't feel hopeless. I'd confess to Jen, but no matter what her reaction, I had a sense of peace in doing the right thing. The water from the shower, coursing over me, seemed to take some of my inner scum with it down the drain.

A short while later, I stepped out of the shower and dried off with a towel. I got dressed and waited in the living room. I rocked back and forth in the wooden rocker, thinking about what I should say to her. What COULD I say?

* * * * *

I heard the security chime ring as Jennifer opened the door from our double garage. 

"Honey, I'm home!" she called out to me.

She arrived in the living room a few seconds later. She could immediately tell that something was wrong. I stopped my rocking.

"What is it, baby?" she asked with compassion. I could see the empathy written in her eyes, flowing forth from her body language.

At first, I couldn't speak. I looked down at my shoes, silence gripping my tongue. I closed my eyes. A tear threatened to squeeze past my eyelid, but I clamped it shut.

Jennifer came over beside the rocker and put her arm around me. "It's okay, baby," she said comfortingly, "it'll be all right."

Not when you hear what I've done, I thought.

"No, it won't, Jen. I'm a major fuck-up."

"No, you're not. Did you – lose your job?"

I shook my head and grunted with a half-hearted laugh. If only it were that easy, I thought.

"Then what is it?" Lines of worry creased her brow, spoiling the natural beauty of her healthy, glowing skin.

"I failed to trust you, Jen. I followed you to the Pink Kitty. I thought you were – working there," I confessed.

Jen looked momentarily shocked, then smiled at me. "It's okay, baby. I understand that you'd be worried."

"It's – not just that," I continued, "there's more."

"Like what?"

My chin began to quiver. Tears stung my eyes. I could hardly breathe. I didn't want it to be true. But it was.

"I thought you were having sex with other men there. I pretended to be a client, so I could talk with one of the girls about you. Her name was Amber."

"And did she tell you what I've been doing there?"

"Yes, she did. After..."

"After what?" Jen queried.

I looked down at my shoes. I didn't answer her at first.

"Bill... after WHAT?"

"I was crazy with anger over what I thought you were doing, Jen," I explained, "and Amber thought I was there for sex – or else that I was a cop. She wanted me to prove to her that I wasn't a cop before she'd talk to me about you. She made me – show her my cock."

"Omigosh, Bill. And DID you?" The strain was beginning to show on Jen's face.

"At first it was just to get her to tell me about you. But then she started playing with it, and that got me hard. Before I knew what was happening, I was paying her to have sex with me. I somehow rationalized that having sex with her for money was justified, since I thought YOU were having sex for money..."

Jennifer immediately burst into tears. To her credit, she didn't go completely ballistic, or try to harm me in any way. But her shock and disappointment were obvious. She turned away, her shoulders heaving with her sobs.

Finally, she spoke. "I probably deserve this, after all I've done..."

"No, you don't deserve it at all," I replied quietly.

She blinked rapidly a couple of times to clear the tears from her eyes. "I understand it's probably always been hard for you to trust me," she said, "but to go and have sex with – with someone ELSE – to get EVEN with me..." She began to sob again.

"I feared the worst, baby," I replied, "and somehow, I let down my guard. It seemed at the time like it was okay to lash out and just let go – an eye for an eye, so to speak. But lashing out is never the best way to respond to anger. Especially when you're wrong about the thing that made you angry..."

"No, lashing out isn't the right way to go – even though it's what I want to do RIGHT NOW." She raised her fists as if to beat them against my chest, then dropped them at her sides. She began crying again. She looked so helpless, so vulnerable.

I put my arm around her and cradled her head to my shoulder. She instinctively pulled away. 

"And, Bill – to do it with one of the girls I'm trying to REACH..." Tears streamed forth once more.

"I really didn't KNOW," I defended – but there was no defending what I'd done. I hung my head in shame, next to hers, where it was buried against my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Jen. I really AM," I whispered in her ear.

Jen lifted her head and looked me in the eye. She paused, then spoke softly and slowly.

"I believe you – and I forgive you, Bill," she said, choking back tears, "but I'm not strong enough to survive going through this seven times, let alone seventy times seven, like Jesus said I should be willing to do. Are you sorry enough to keep your cock in your pants for anyone but me?"

I nodded my head vigorously. I'd always been faithful before today, at least physically. My experience at the Pink Kitty showed me that while unfaithfulness has its pleasures, it doesn't lead to genuine happiness.

"Are you sorry enough to trust me, no matter what?" she asked tremulously.

"Yes. You're a BETTER person than I am, Jen. You're a GOOD woman," I said sincerely to her.

She smiled faintly, then shook her head. "Sweetheart, NONE of us is GOOD. That's why we need God's forgiveness – His grace."

I felt a warm, tingly feeling begin to emerge from within. "I think I'm beginning to understand that. I was thinking about it a lot when I was in the shower before you got home. I asked God to forgive me."

"You DID?" she said with a look of incredulity.

"Yeah. I knew I'd done you wrong, and that I needed your forgiveness. But I felt like I needed – MORE..."

Jen's smile reached from ear to ear. "You needed God's forgiveness, too – DIDN'T you?"

"Yeah, I did. YES – I really DID." Holy shit, I thought – I'm on the brink of becoming a holy roller. But it felt GOOD.

"I won't push you, Bill, but I think God's working on you. And I know He can bring good out of this horrible situation. I believe what His word says in Romans 8:28 about that."

I didn't really know what she was talking about, but I knew that she forgave me. And it felt like God forgave me too. I had a lot to be grateful for. I grinned at her sheepishly.

"Bill," she said, "it's the forgiveness that matters. We all fuck up sometime, to varying degrees. Invariably, it hurts people we love. But it hurts God most. The great thing is that His love is bigger than our fuck-ups. And because He's working in me, my love is greater than your fuck-up."

Somehow, that all made sense to me, without sounding holier-than-thou. I'd seen it consistently in Jen's life, even though I knew she was by no means perfect, even as a long-time born-again Christian.

She grasped my hand, and to my tremendous surprise, she placed it on her breast. 

"Jen – what are you doing?" I asked dazedly.

"Showing you that I forgive you, Bill – totally and without limit."

I felt her hand on my penis, rousing it from its slumber beneath my jeans. "Are you SURE, sweetheart?"

"I've never been surer, Bill. For better or worse – 'til death do us part."

I wrapped my free hand around her shoulders and pulled her close to me. My lips closed hungrily over hers. After a languorous kiss, I leaned back and looked into her crystal blue eyes. "You don't have to prove anything to me, Jen. I trust you. I know your forgiveness is real."

She smiled, then laughed tenderly. "Maybe YOU don't need this, darling, but I do. I need a total release, the kind only my husband can give me." Her hand groped my crotch again, starting to stroke me through the fabric.

I kissed her cheek, then her neck. I nuzzled her cleavage. My hands slid down to her bottom. I rubbed her supple, rounded ass cheeks gently through her soft cotton pants. She pressed her body against mine.

As we slowly undressed each other, eyes feasting hungrily, hands roving frantically, kisses planted tenderly, legs spread invitingly, tongue licking lovingly, cock thrusting heatedly, pussy pulsing excitedly, I was filled with a new respect and trust for my lovely and loving wife, my life's partner.

I was just beginning to learn the real meaning of love. I had failed to trust her, and I had violated her trust for me. But somehow, she found a way to show grace, to truly forgive. As we reached a mind-bending, cock-spewing, pussy-clenching, toe-curling climax together, I silently gave thanks for undeserved blessings. Somebody upstairs was looking out for me.



THE END



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Once a Slut



The drinks paid for, we conveyed them back to the table. My sperm was still on her top lip as we sat down, amid knowing smiles from the others, except Ian who clearly didn't credit what had just happened. But the others knew me only too well. "You are my hero, Den Boy," Spud enthused, offering a high five.

Kim gazed down forlornly, avoiding the burning eyes. As she did so, the stray seed dislodged and trickled onto her top lip. Feeling a little tickle she stuck out her tongue, tasting the thick salty deposit. With an exasperated squeal, she jumped up and sprinted to the ladies. We chuckled amongst ourselves as Ian sat uncomfortably, twiddling his thumbs and wishing he was somewhere else.

Having cleaned up and composed herself, Kim returned to relieve him. Well sort of, though I wouldn't have minded betting that, after six weeks of dating the dirty little minx, the type of relief Ian craved was somewhat different. Little did he realise I'd just pumped ten cc's of spunk down his girlfriend's throat and was busily planning how to take things further -- much further.

The night proceeded pretty uneventfully and, as the beer went down, so did the inhibitions, even Ian's. Doubtless he was looking forward to getting Kim upstairs later to fuck her brains out. What a perfect way to start the New Year! We looked on as Kim dragged her boyfriend up to dance and he placed his hands on her backside a little tentatively. They looked such a perfect couple. Jacko had to go and spoil the mood by taking an excuse-me, leaving Ian to traipse back dejectedly to the table. "Never mind, son," sympathised Spud hollowly, ruffling his hair like he was ten years old.

We observed as Jacko swung Kim around like a rag doll, taking every opportunity to paw and maul at her gorgeous lumps and bumps. Rising, the other three of us surrounded the girl and enjoyed a group grope. Mack whooped with glee as a tug at the thong caused it to slide down to Kim's knees. She tried desperately to pull it back up but four pairs of strong hands stopped her. In the enduing struggle the tiny garment was ripped to shreds. The hem of the skirt at mid thigh, Kim was very exposed and would have to spend the rest of the night that way. When she was allowed to return to Ian, she ensured to keep her knees pressed tightly together though it was possible to make out the scent of pussy amid the smoke and body odour.

Midnight arrived with a live TV link on the big screen and a countdown by Big Ben, marked by streamers flying through the air, whoops and cheers and, of course, lots of kisses. Ian could only watch in stunned silence as Jacko grabbed his girl and forced his tongue down her throat. Spud and Mack followed suit with equal lack of subtlety before Kim tottered my way, throwing her arms around my neck resignedly.

I lifted her lithe body to mine, feasting on her delicious mouth. All resistance shot to pieces, she made no attempt to stop my tongue roving over hers, though it was just a little disconcerting knowing that there might still be traces of my cum inside. With the other three looking on in awe, my hands slipped down her spine to the tops of her thighs. Lifting the hem quickly, I exposed her gorgeous bare arse to them. They cheered more loudly than at midnight. Realising her predicament, Kim scrambled free, chastising me drunkenly before falling into the arms of her waiting boyfriend, as if that might protect her.

Three-quarters of an hour passed and the pub had begun thinning out when Dave the landlord came over. "We're closing at one o'clock, lads," he disclosed. "But you four are more than welcome to come upstairs for a late one."

I was just about to turn down the generous offer when it occurred to me that Kim would doubtless be staying too. Now what a pleasant thought that was! Evidently the other three realised it too as they were quick to accept. As more couples drifted away into the cold and foggy night, the pub cleared until just seven of us remained. Ian's heart seemed to plunge when it dawned on him that we weren't leaving like the others. Dave grabbed a bucketful of beers and a bottle of tequila and we headed upstairs. Half-pissed, half-pissed off, young Ian slumped down in an armchair and covetously pulled Kim into his lap.

The rest of us sat around necking Buds and chatting about football with Dave for an hour. When the Buds disappeared we moved on to tequila, complete with the salt thing drunken people do. Even young Ian joined in though he looked weary-eyed, forcing himself to stay awake in a vain attempt to out-drink us and impress Kim as she snuggled in his lap. Another hour elapsed before her father issued a huge yawn and announced he was going to bed. He said we were welcome to stay and that Kim would let us out.

The expression on Ian's face when he realised we were staying even longer was priceless as his world imploded. We consoled him with a treble measure of tequila. Still desperate to appear big in front of the group of older men and his cute girlfriend, he downed the glass in one. A big mistake, the youngster gagged and spluttered, spraying the contents all over Kim's top. With a squeal she jumped off his lap. "Look what you've done, you...arrrgggh."

A large wet patch had appeared across Kim's breasts, accentuating the nipples beneath that had sprouted proudly. Ian's eyes rolled in his head and he seemed to lose consciousness as a chorus of "Get 'em off, get 'em off, get 'em off," rang around the rowdy group of perverted onlookers. As Kim flustered, Mack seized the initiative by grabbing a slender wrist and pulling the beauty onto his lap. As Kim fell back and her feet elevated, the skirt rode up obscenely and we all got a glimpse of pink snatch.

With the girl in his lap and poor Ian making facial expressions like a floundering fish that had given up fighting, Mack fumbled at Kim's waist, rolling up the silver top to just beneath her breasts. A little too drunk or too tired, or both perhaps, she offered little resistance, lifting her arms up straight above the head. A tug and the top came off in Mack's hands, leaving Kim in just a pretty white lacy half-cup and the tiny skirt. Her awesome tits jiggled as she squirmed around in Mack's lap, almost threatening to spill out over the top. Not one to pass up an opportunity such as this, he reached around, goalkeeper hands forming two large claws. They clamped tight around the bouncy boobs, squeezing purposefully to mould an impressive cleavage.

From his vantage point on the adjacent armchair, young Ian could only watch dumbly as his pretty young girlfriend was mauled relentlessly. Kim's mouth formed a heart shape and she let out a whimper as Mack's thumbs grazed back and forth across each hard nipple through the bra. Mack pawed so manfully that eventually the right breast worked free of its cup. It jiggled and heaved but remained staunchly firm and in place, the nipple sticking out like a liquorice comfort. The other three of us all seemed to ease in closer, breath racing, licking our lips and nursing throbbing erections.

Draping Kim's arm over his shoulder, Mack craned in and took the delicious-looking teat between his lips, sucking with lustful intent. Only realising her predicament too late at the hands of four horny perverts did Kim pull back and try to raise an objection, glancing over appealingly at her boyfriend. Yet he was in no state to offer assistance, staring back through glazed eyes and seeming to shrug in helpless acceptance. Pulling her back to him forcefully, Mack chewed on the nipple as a hand found its way to her thigh. Kim tried to wriggle free but merely succeeded in pushing the skirt up her hips to expose the lovely pink cunt beneath.

All of this was too much for Jacko who literally leapt from the couch, falling to his knees before the girl. Reaching out, he pushed her thighs apart, the skirt compressing at her waist, before burying his face in moist crotch. All we could hear were furious slurping sounds as Jacko feasted upon that hot young pussy, interlaced with Kim's whines of appreciation. Up top, freeing the other breast from its cup, Mack continued to grope. Jacko moved higher, kissing her belly as he unzipped his jeans in readiness.

Taking out a nice hard cock, Jacko drew back the foreskin and pressed his cock tip to Kim's pussy slit as Mack lifted her arse. Kim reached up to place her hands on Jacko's shoulders, groaning as the bloated head worked its way into her cunt and spreading those gorgeous lips wide. As Mack took the opportunity to free himself from behind, Kim was laid down by Jacko on her back, lengthways on the couch. Barely losing contact, Jacko angled to rest on top, between her legs, embarking upon a nice powerful pump action, his hairy buttocks bouncing up and down as Kim groaned.

Horny as fuck and with Kim's musky scent wafting through the room, Mack moved into position at the head, tilting Kim's cheek and moving her face on its side before feeding his cock into the welcoming mouth. For thirty seconds she sucked and licked with relish whilst Mack told her in no uncertain terms what a filthy little cocksucking whore she was. Aware that there were two more hungry cocks to feed -- three if you counted young Ian -- he upped the tempo, fucking her mouth to match the rhythm of Jacko.

Wholly engrossed by the scene, momentarily I glanced across at Spud who was rubbing a discernible bulge through his jeans. Neither of us, it seemed, could wait to get a turn. Young Ian was watching as well, dumbstruck yet enchanted by the salacious scene, and powerless to act as his girlfriend was turned back into a cheap slut before his very eyes. "Fuck this," complained a desperate Spud as his cock strained at the leash, unzipping and allowing it a welcome release before palming gently.

Thankfully the wait was not an onerous one. Kim was so damned sexy, it was impossible to go on more than ten minutes. Mack reached a climax first, pulling his cock from Kim's mouth as the first line of cum stretched from the eye to her lips like the string on a spider's web covered in early morning dew. Slapping the head on her chin as he came properly with gusto, a slither of seed lassoed Kim's face obliquely. Teasing the base with eager fingers, Mack milked out a couple more loads, directly into Kim's pretty little waiting mouth. We all watched as she swallowed hungrily and pleaded for more with her eyes.

Only too happy to oblige, Spud was there in a flash, nearly knocking me over in the rush. Picking up where Mack had left off, he prepared to administer an oral pounding. Kim's eyes twinkled at the inflated head aiming at her mouth, opening wide to receive. Spud jammed the tiny hole with his imperious girth, before slotting in right up to the balls. Kim gagged but managed to compose as her mouth was fucked mercilessly.

Down below, Jacko was equally as merciless and defying logic as he clocked up fifteen minutes, pounding Kim's cunt until it was soft and pliable, buttocks animated. Lifting the girl's legs upright, he adjusted on to his knees, pushing deep into her cervix. Thrusting with force, the sound of cock slapping womb wall filled the room. Ten more powerful strokes and he gave notice that he was about to cum. Letting Spud's cock fall momentarily from her lips, Kim banged her fists and squealed at him: "Oh God, yeah, cum hard inside my slutty little..."

The sentence hung in the air as a desperate Spud forced his cock back in her mouth and started to pound with purpose. Her cheeks were bloated and the tip could clearly be seen as it made upward sorties. This was proving all too much for me and I had to ease the tension on my throbbing cock, pulling it out in readiness. It felt good in my hand but I needed to shove it in Kim for old time's sake. Having cum just a few hours earlier, the filthy little tramp was in for the ride of her life.

With a huge grunt, Jacko pumped his thick seed deep into Kim's belly. She must have cum too for she thrashed wildly, once more neglecting Spud's cock, and letting out a banshee-like wail that we all feared might wake her father. Anxious looks aside, the bedroom door remained shut. Spud rectified the situation by plugging the hole once more, muting Kim's heightened squeals in thick manhood. Holding there for precious moments until his cock had deflated, Jacko finally moved aside, tottering towards me like an old man on his last legs. I just managed to swerve out of the way before he collapsed, gasping for air on the opposite couch from Kim's prone body.

At least it was prone until Spud dictated a change of position. Seated, his cock upright and rock hard, Kim climbed to her knees, sucking with vigour once more as he gripped her hair and called her slut names. I'd rarely known a girl get off so much on such verbal abuse but Kim seemed to adore it. Her sexy bottom wiggled seductively as I homed in to claim my prize. However, the sight of Jacko's seed gurgling in the hole and snaking down the girl's inner thigh very nearly made me retch. Taking a moment to contemplate, there was only one thing for it. I rubbed my hands in sheer glee.

Looking around I saw that Jacko had regained his composure and, having been joined by Mack on the other couch, the pair had become interested spectators. They realised exactly what was coming, something we'd discussed but which none of us had managed with Kim. To be fair, back then it didn't have the kudos it now seems to enjoy. "Den's going for the arsehole!" rang out the gasp.

Now, as far as I knew, this was as close to virgin territory as it was possible to find with Kim. Looking around I saw young Ian, seemingly over the worst of his alcoholism and watching mesmerised, totally gripped by the scene as his girlfriend was ravaged senseless. "Come here," I commanded, having another thought.

When he refused, pushing back into the armchair protectively, I reached over and grabbed the youngster by the scruff of the neck. "Your boyfriend's going to lick your arse," I informed Kim.

Both shook their heads in denial, Kim's still wrapped around Spud's shaft, but I was having none of it. I could of course have gone to the bathroom and found some Vaseline or cream, but the idea of seeing this naïve young man lick his girlfriend's dirty brown ring was rather appealing. "Do it," I ordered in my most menacing tone, supplementing the words with a shove,

He moved gingerly at first, tongue poking through his teeth but rearing back. It needed another shove, and it was probably just as well he was as high as a kite. The tip of his tongue made wet contact with Kim's anus and a shudder passed right through her body. That coincided with Spud exploding in her mouth and rattling off a volley of slut names. He made sure she swallowed every drop and cleaned the sticky knob thoroughly before moving away to survey the glorious scene I was directing.

Holding Ian's head in place I ensured he gave his girlfriend's arsehole a good hard tongue-lashing before I was satisfied. Kim seemed to absolutely fucking love it, writhing and moaning as reams of Jacko's spunk dislodged and snaked down her inner thigh. Ian actually got so into it too that he prised her bum cheeks apart and tried to bury his tongue in her anal cavity. It was a lovely scene, but I had needs and a cock so hard and painful it felt like it had been hit with a hammer.

Easing him aside, I moved up close and pressed the tip of my throbbing cock to the dripping wet anal entrance. His saliva around the rim made a wonderful lube. Kim groaned and thrashed and sought solace with a cushion, hugging it tight as I worked the fat head into her snug bum hole. The walls gripped vice-like. "Eee-ew," she moaned as I held her hips and angled to get some shaft in too.

From the wings, Ian was watching with a childlike wonder as his girlfriend's tight little arse was stretched around my girth, the muscles yielding to the force I exerted. I wanted Kim's arse so badly it was untrue. Three other pairs of eyes watched intently from the other side as inch by inch the shaft disappeared into Kim's brown ring. For her part, I have to say she took it extremely well, just a clenched fist and a sucking-in of air through gritted teeth as slowly but surely her virgin arse was invaded with stiff manhood. The walls gripped so tight to the shaft that I was convinced I'd be dismembered. Feeling the scrub of tangled pubic hair finally brush the soft flesh of her arse cheek, Kim let out a huge sigh of relief.

I grinned as, unable to contain his urges any longer, Ian allowed a hand to crawl up his girlfriend's thigh to her pussy, whilst the other rested on his now exposed cock. Well, he could hardly be blamed getting turned on under these extenuating circumstances with his girlfriend's anus being stretched to breaking and her passionate cries filling the room. Drawing back, I gathered a breath and started pushing back and forth, gently at first as her freshly plucked anal cherry would allow. A series of heightened moans fell from Kim's lips as her arse was worked into a malleable state. Young Ian's fist was blurring on the shaft as arousal replaced revulsion. And evidently his other hand had found Kim's clit for she screeched with joy. "Get under there and fuck her," I ordered.

Sheepish at first, he needed a little more encouragement to move into place, with Kim's body literally lying on his as he pushed into her cunt. Working his buttocks eagerly, soon his prick was fully embedded in tight twat and he found a pulsing rhythm to match mine. With Kim's soft tits splaying to the sides, I took hold of them and squeezed playfully as my cock pistoned in and out. "Oh God, I'm so full," groaned Kim, banging her palms back on the couch.

It was true. There was little more than a thin membrane of flesh between mine and her boyfriend's cocks. So much so that I could feel his thrusts and he mine. Growing more excited beneath the spread body of his sexy girlfriend, he started to increase the pace, in turn emboldening me to do so till I was fucking Kim's arse with ardour. We went at it hard like two adversaries trying to outdo one another, ravaging both of Kim's stretched holes till she screamed. Again there were anxious looks towards her father's bedroom door.

With his lack of experience, understandably Ian was first to cum, firing what felt like a huge wad of semen into Kim's womb, reverberating so I could feel it. Six weeks of pent-up desire was released in several more spurts. Instead of moving aside as I expected, he remained in place, kissing his girlfriend tenderly as she was buggered senseless. It was such a heart-rending, loving scene to witness that it drove me right over the edge. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" I roared, spanking her arse.

Kim squealed as I ploughed deep and emptied my balls into her bowels in one huge explosive orgasm. It felt like I might never stop cumming, surpassing young Ian's volume. As I pulled out, Kim's body went limp and she collapsed in Ian's arms, the pair hugging one another tightly on the floor. Adjusting, I pulled up my boxers and jeans. I must remember to thank Dave for having us back, I thought. "Happy New Year," rang out the dawn chorus as we left the pub in the wee small hours.

Now, I wondered what my New Year Resolution should be.

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