"Hey Gina." Gary smiled when he opened his door. 

"Uh, hi," I said and this time I didn't have Jilly with me, thank God. That helped a lot, but I was still very nervous.

"Come on in," he said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," I nodded. "Uh, great…Except I'm out of pills, those, um, green ones."

"Already?" He chuckled. "Here, sit down. Come on, it's okay."

I let him guide me onto his sofa and Gary sat down next to me. His television was still playing the Discovery Channel and I wondered if he ever turned it off, or watched anything else. The room looked nice though, a typical living room, you know. Book case, furniture, an aquarium bubbling away, it felt dark in there though. The drapes were closed and the table lamps turned on, but that gave the room a warm glow anyway and this was a secret. It made me feel better for some reason, being in the dark like that.

"You look a little frazzled," he told me and I looked at him.

"I do?" I wasn't sure if I felt mad or just embarrassed.

"A little." He smiled.

"I, uh..Uusually I take one in the morning, but…" I cleared my throat.

"Ah, a little green cup of coffee, right." Gary nodded as if it was perfectly reasonable to take drugs five minutes after I brushed my teeth.

"But I'm out," I said, like maybe he hadn't heard me before.

"Yeah, okay," he said. "Look, I've got something here that might help..." 

He reached for a ceramic box sitting on the smoked glass coffee table in front of us. It looked like something a child would make, kind of lopsided and painted yellow with blue flowers on it. He lifted the lid and pulled out a small baggie closed with a twist-tie.

"What's that?" I asked him, frowning suddenly because it looked like real drugs. Not pills that a doctor would give you, medicine like those greens; this was something white and powdery and I didn't like it very much.

"A little something to jump start you, okay?" He smiled, opening the bag while I watched.

"I don't know…" I licked my lips, shaking my head. "I just want some more pills, okay?"

"Hmmm…I'm not sure if I have any more greens," Gary said, giving his cheek a pensive suck.

"W-What?" I blinked at him.

"I'll have to see, but let's do some of this first, okay?" he spoke gently. "After you try this, I'm sure you'll feel better."

"But I can't…Where's the pills?" My heart was thumping and I couldn't breathe. He couldn't be out! I had stuff to do, I had things to take care of. I needed those pills.

"Shhh…This is better than those pills, trust me." He smiled and poured some of the powder onto the glass. He reached the ceramic box for a razorblade, making lines of the stuff and I'd only seen that done in movies. I knew nothing about drugs and I didn't want to.

"I don't…I don't do…that sort of thing," I stammered. "What is it?"

"It's just a little coke," he said. "Come on, it's free anyway. No charge. You're gonna feel like a million dollars."

"Please, no…I can't do it. I have kids. Jilly is at day care and…" I glanced at my watch and when I looked back up Gary was holding a short straw in his fingers.

"You like the pills, right?" he asked me. "You need some? I'll get you some…After we do this, okay?"

"You promise?" I asked and his hazel eyes smiled into mine.

"I promise, Gina." He put the straw between my fingers and his right arm went around my shoulders. I frowned at that, not liking the sudden closeness of it. I didn't want him touching me, but I didn't stop him.

I looked at the lines, two of them, long and thin and waiting for me. He held gently, but his hand gripped my shoulder. He pushed me down, not really forcing me so much as insisting. I looked at him and then back down, and if this was the only way to get my pills…

I snorted the first line, doing it quickly, inhaling sharply so that the white powder went deep in my nose, into my nasal cavity. It stung a little, which surprised me and I jerked and pinched my nose. I think I had some small tears in my eyes.

"The other one, do it up quick now," he said and Gary's face was close to mine as we hunched together over the short table.

I did it, just like he wanted, taking the other line in my other nostril, sniffing it up deeply and wincing at the strange sensation. I sat back up, sort of catching my breath and wishing my heart would slow down. 

Then it hit me all at once, a huge rush of…Something. I blinked rapidly and I could taste the drug in the back of my mouth. My skin seemed to grow cold, so cold it felt hot, and I giggled. I wasn't dizzy, not exactly, just giddy and light headed and my blood rushed through my veins. I was high, floating and full of energy and I could feel everything. Smell and see and hear everything in the world it seemed like.

"Better?" Gary asked and he began rubbing my body, stroking my bare arms with his hands. My shoulders and back and tummy and thighs, and it felt good, really good wherever he touched me. 

I smiled back at him, nodding and wondering why I'd been so worried. That stuff was like the pills except better, like all at once instead of a little a time, which makes no sense, but it's true. He kept massaging my shoulders and his mouth was so close, his breath in my ear. The air felt hot and humid and the tip of his tongue tickled me. When I turned my flushed face to tell the man to stop, I found him kissing me instead.

"Mmmphh…" I widened my eyes and felt his hand on my breasts, squeezing one and then the other while his thick tongue explored my mouth. I didn't know what we were doing.

I should have been stopping him. I was married, some part of me said, and the rest of me thought that was pretty funny. I was married, sitting in the house of a drug dealer and snorting cocaine. Oh, that seemed funny as hell. His tongue filled my mouth and I'd started sucking on it, I realized. I didn't want to, but I did it anyway. I arched my back and pushed myself against his hand as Gary cupped my left tit, groping me through my blouse and bra, working my body hard, like hurting me because he really liked to squeeze hard.

It didn't hurt though, my nipples sprang to burning life and I kissed him back, chasing his tongue inside his mouth and then I stopped. I pushed myself away. My head felt on fire and I licked my lips, knowing I was fucked up. That cocaine had messed me up inside. I shook my head, giggling and telling Gary no. I'm married. I love my husband. I love my kids. But then he started kissing me again and I forgot all of that somehow. I grew hot for it, my pussy trembling with excitement and my nipples were stiff and aching for freedom and a kiss, a bite, a lick.

"Down…Lie down…" Gary whispered, pushing me onto the cushions and I wasn't fighting him. 

I was laying down on his sofa, my feverish mind reeling beneath the influence of those drugs he'd given me and even knowing that didn't change anything. I felt helpless and not really horny at all. I wasn't desperate for sex, or filled with uncontrollable lust. I was just unable to say no, it seemed. I enjoyed the sensations and I told myself it would be okay. Just one time, nobody would know. Gary was going to give me those pills and it would be just another secret.

It would be fun.

He pushed my skirt up and time seemed to go forwards and backwards, so that sometimes it seemed like I was still sitting there, still holding the straw. And then I'd blink and see Gary's face above me, feeling his cock moving inside me. I tried pushing him away and giggled, or sitting on the sofa crying, or floating in the air and looking down at us. My legs were spread and my skirt bunched around my hips. My panties were hopelessly askew, exposing my sex as my swollen labia clung to the long, thick shaft between them. He was fucking me and it felt good. Gary kept telling me I was beautiful and sexy, and he'd pull his cock free of my juicing cunt, only to drive it completely inside a second later. Over and over and over until somewhere in there, towards the end, I finally started coming back down.

"Gary…Gary! Oh shit…Pull out!" I shook my head, staring up at him. "God! What are we doing?"

"It's okay…This is good, Gina…Fuck, you're hot inside," he replied, smiling at me, pinning me to the sofa with his glistening penis sliding in and out of me quickly.

"No…Please…God! Get off me! I'm not…I'm not protected," I practically screamed, fighting him then as my senses returned. Reality asserted itself brutally and I had another man inside me. I'd never cheated in my life. I'd never even let another man see me naked, no one but Jack had ever made love to me.

I'd never wanted another man and now this guy, this drug dealer that I only barely knew was inside my pussy. Oh Jesus, what was I doing? Why had I done that cocaine or whatever it was? I had to be insane. I was being raped! I pushed and yelled at him, and thankfully Gary did pull out, at the last possible second. I froze, staring down at his fat prick as he jerked himself off on my pussy.

He sprayed his hot sperm onto my sex, into the thin patch of curling brown pubic hair, onto my hard little clit and my swollen pussy lips, already glazed with the juices from our fuck. Now he was adding his semen to the mix, spilling it all over my cheating pussy like a big white stain. I felt the tears filling my eyes and I swallowed hard.

"Fuck…I knew you'd be a good lay, Gina," Gary told me, still smiling and finishing his orgasm with some heavy slaps of his cockhead against the soft swell of my pubic mound. "I knew you were gorgeous, but the proof is in the pudding, huh?"

"You asshole," I breathed, wincing as he moved his hips and let his heavy penis ride across my lower tummy. "Why did you do that to me?"

"Shit, you did it to yourself," he laughed, pushing himself off me. "Pull up your panties, Princess, I'll get your pills."

"Fuck you." I glared at him.

"Don't want them now?" He shrugged. "I only have twenty left, I know Stacy wants more. I should save them for her anyway."

"No…" I closed my eyes tightly and I hated myself just then. 

Even after being raped by the man, I couldn't say no to those pills. I'd become so weak, so lost. I told myself I had to have them though. If I didn't get the pills, I'd have been raped for nothing and that seemed somehow worse to my corrupt mind. At least this way I could rationalize it.

"What? You do want them now?" Gary asked and he knew everything. I didn't bother to answer.

I pulled up my panties while he left the room to get my pills. I didn't even clean myself up first. I just wanted to leave, to get my pills and get out. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of asking to use his bathroom, or even asking for a paper towel. That's what he wanted, it seemed to me. Gary wanted me to be ashamed and humiliated by what he'd done to me and I had to prove to him that it meant nothing. I didn't feel a thing.

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Life goes on and I got over what had happened. It felt like a dream anyway. I hadn't been myself. I'd been on drugs, so it wasn't my fault. That's what I told myself and so long as I could take one of those pills every morning things would turn out fine. My family was happy. My husband loved me again and this was the life I'd always imagined. I had everything under control, all the time. I was a supermom and people noticed. My friends congratulated me on how well I looked, how happy I seemed to be. Stacy knew my secret and she kept it, only smiling and occasionally teasing me in a friendly way.

She didn't know what Gary had done to me though, and I didn't tell her. I didn't tell her I'd started taking two pills every day either. I had to. One wasn't enough for some reason and I thought maybe Gary had given me some bad ones. It worked well enough all morning, but after lunch I started losing the edge. I'd start getting nervous and the smallest thing would make me depressed or even angry. I would find myself yelling at Jilly, making her cry over nothing, and that made it worse.

I had to take a pill every afternoon. I had no choice anymore. But two pills a day…

"There she is," Gary said, obviously happy to see me again and I frowned at him.

"I need some more," I said, stepping into his house without waiting for an invitation.

"Come on in, Gina," he offered, closing the door behind me.

"I need more than twenty, though." I had a hundred dollar bill ready and I held it up so he could see it. 

"Okay, sure. I got some just the other day," he agreed, but he wasn't reaching for my money.

"Good." I gave him a wan smile, nodding impatiently.

"Let's relax first. Come on." Gary put a hand in the small of my back and I pushed it away.

I'd dressed down deliberately just for him. Old jeans and a heavy sweater. Very little makeup and my blonde hair was pinned up. I hadn't made much of an impression on the other mom's at Jilly's preschool, but I didn't care.

"Just…Give me the pills, okay?" I sucked my lips.

"I will, but I gotta have something back," he told me and I narrowed my eyes. "You know what I want, Princess."

"No." I shook my head.

"Oh, come on." Gary put his hand on me again, pushing me towards the sofa. "I got some more of that good cola too. You liked that a lot, didn't you? I've got plenty, I'll even give you some to take home."

"I don't want that stuff," I replied quickly.

"No charge," he said gently. "Not for you, Gina. You're my favorite customer. Come on now, sit down for a minute."

"Gary…Please?" I begged him with my eyes. "I'm married. I've got three kids."

"So?" He shrugged. "They don't have to know, do they? This is our deal, just me and you."

We were sitting down and I frowned at that, not knowing how we'd gotten there. It had just happened.

"I love my husband," I said. "I can't have sex with you."

"Sure, yeah," he nodded, stroking my back with his fingertips. "You're such a good wife, Gina. I admire that, I really do. It must be hard being good all time. You just need a little help, right?"

"Yeah, just help me," I agreed, thinking maybe he understood finally. "I need the pills."

"I know. Here, just a little snort first," he said and I laughed, shaking my head.

"No, no, no…Gary. Not again, okay?" I said. "I'll pay you more, how about that? I have, um…Another twenty, okay? Three dollars a pill."

"No, the same price," he said. "But only after we do some lines. I promise, I won't do anything this time."

"You promise?" I stared at him. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, absolutely." He smiled, getting into his ceramic box again.

I didn't trust him, but I had to have the pills. That cocaine hadn't been so bad anyway, except for the sex part. Everything else...Wow! It had been pretty wonderful. Even the sex had been great, I had to admit, until that stuff had worn off. I could do more of it, if he'd leave me alone. I'd do some coke and get high and feel good, so long as I could trust him. I had to trust him, he was my drug dealer.

I snorted two long lines and it made me feel just as good as before, even better in fact, because Gary kept his word. He just touched me a little and then only on my back and shoulders. I felt amazingly good, ecstatic and full of life. Gary was minding his manners, being trustworthy, and I talked to him about my kids, of all things. I told him about Amy and how she always wanted to argue over every little thing. I told him about JJ and his soccer team and how proud I was of him. And Jilly, my precious Angel, how she was so smart and already knew her ABC's and everything. I was full of love, that's what the cocaine did to me that day. It just swelled up my heart like a balloon and everything I loved about my family came pouring out in a flood of words.

After it was over, I just sat there smiling happily and it had been the best experience of my life, I thought. I had no idea anything could make me feel that good.

"Here now, see?" Gary stroked my hair, playing with the golden bun on top of my head. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No." I giggled. "Not bad at all."

"You take this with you, okay? There's two grams there, a little more," he said, giving me that small plastic bag.

"But…How much is it?" I asked, knowing that stuff had to be expensive.

"Don't worry," he said with a reassuring smile. "We're friends, remember? Let me get your pills."

I stared at the baggy in my hand and it didn't weigh anything, but it felt heavy just the same. Cocaine. That was a real drug, not a pill. It was illegal and bad and I'd be in so much trouble just for having it. My good sense told me to leave it. I didn't need it, not like I needed those greens. But did I want it? I'd liked that rush a lot. More than a lot, I'd loved it and yeah, I wanted to feel it again. Coke. I was using cocaine now and I shut my eyes tightly, telling myself to drop it on the table and forget about it, but I put it inside my purse instead.

"Here, I only have twenty five though." Gary smiled apologetically. "But I'll give them to you for fifty."

"Twenty five?" I did quick mental calculations. They might last two weeks. "Okay, um...Yeah."

"Hey, Gina." Gary stopped me, grabbing my arm as I turned to leave.

"Huh?"

"Next time, can you dress a little nice for me?" he asked, treating me to his best smile. "Let your hair down maybe? It's so pretty."

"Uh…I…I'll think about it," I replied, shrugging as I made my hasty getaway.

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I managed to get ten real good lines out of those two grams of coke. I spread it out, doing two lines every few days, in the afternoons when Jilly took her nap and I had some time alone. I always felt so good when I did that stuff. Cocaine. It buzzed my brain like nothing else. It made me numb and alive and dreamy and hyperactive all at once. It was crazy and even after the real rush was gone, maybe thirty minutes or so later, the euphoria stayed for another hour, maybe two hours, like walking an inch or so above the floor.

Life was perfect for two weeks.

"I, um…Can I get more of that cocaine too?" I asked, clearing my throat as I sat with Gary on his sofa.

"You like that stuff, huh?" He grinned at me and his fingers were playing with my hair, which was long and silky and falling free across my shoulders like he'd wanted.

"Yeah, it's…Good." I shrugged with a self-conscious smile.

I crossed my legs, pulling my short skirt down to mid-thigh. I'd dressed nicely, even sexily for Gary, because I wanted him to give me more of that coke. It was wrong, I knew it, but I'd only had a little, enough for those five afternoons over two full weeks. That wasn't a lot. I wasn't hurting anyone with it. I just wanted to feel good and it helped my family. Like those green and white pills. They weren't just for me; they were for Jack, and the kids too. All of us were so much happier now and I was in control, that's the best part. I'd been afraid of that cocaine controlling me, but it wasn't like that at all.

I didn't really need it, I just wanted it.

"Do you want to do some right now?" he asked and Gary wasn't waiting for an answer. I felt a little shiver go up my spine as he reached for that ugly box.

"Yeah, okay." I licked my lips. "Um, just a little."

"A little is all we need, Princess," he said, getting his coke out. "You're so beautiful today. I hardly recognize you."

"What? Oh…Thanks." I smiled, catching his eyes looking at me, and then we both watched his hands.

"Here you go…That's it…Some good lines today." Gary handed me the straw and he'd been generous, laying out two thick lines for me. I nodded appreciatively.

He pulled my hair back in his hand, keeping it out of my face as I bent over. I snorted the first line quickly and it was a lot of coke, I thought. Like twice as much as I'd been taking at home. I arched my back, tilting my head and sniffing for a second before doing the other one.

"Oh shit!" I spasmed with electric pleasure as the coke hit me like a baseball bat.

"Yeah, Gina…That's the good stuff," Gary whispered. His hand found my thigh, stroking up my leg as I sat back and shivered.

I was on another planet when the man spread my thighs and I just grinned at him, watching the world through a kaleidoscope of shimmering textures and colors. My mind was buzzing and my skin crawled with pleasure.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" I asked, because that's what I wanted for some reason. 

"Do you want me to?" Gary asked, moving his hand up the inside of my left thigh until his fingers could brush the tight crotch of my panties.

It made me jump and my pussy spasmed with excitement. I was shaking and my hands were moving around, not doing anything, just fluttering about uncontrollably like wounded birds. I giggled and my heart raced. He was going to do it and I didn't care. I didn't feel horny, not like I did with my husband, I just felt…I wanted him to do it. Not even to ask me, or tell me, or say anything. My body quivered, all my senses heightened to almost painful extremes, he was touching me, but it was someone else. Not me, not really, and I just smiled while Gary pulled my panties down.

"Fuck, you're soaked…You're a slut, Gina…A coke, whore, huh?" he asked and I giggled.

Gary pushed a finger inside me, twisting it around, working it in and out slowly, getting his long thick digit wet with my juices. He pulled it out and I moaned, just because that had felt super good. He brought it to my mouth, running his wet fingertip over my closed lips, painting them with my sex juices.

"Open up, slut. Come on. Suck my finger, you whore," he coaxed me and I smiled, relaxing my mouth and feeling Gary push his finger between my lips, sliding it back and forth like a small cock.

"Ohhh…Fuck! I'm high!" I said, tasting myself and licking my lips.

"Here…Try this…" Gary moved off the sofa and I watched him undo his trousers, pulling out his erection as he knelt on the sofa beside me.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, staring as he picked up his baggy, tilting it and pouring a clumsy line along the top of his dick. Six inches of coke laying there on his thick penis, threatening to fall off, and I thought that was crazy. Cock and coke, just for me.

"Do it up, Princess…Snort that shit," Gary urged me and I reached for the straw, fighting to manage my fingers and make them work.

I started at the base of his cock, snorting hard up my nose and moving the straw along his heavily veined shaft until I had that whole line up my nose. Gary didn't even let me sniffle it up at the end, he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth rudely onto his cock as soon as I'd finished. I groaned as his prick bruised my lips and I could taste the coke I'd left behind, bitter like the snot running into the back of my mouth from my nasal cavity.

He held my head in both hands, pushing with his hips, fucking my face while the world spun around me. I felt like I was on fire, that coke shooting through me like a rocket, exploding in my head with sirens and flashing lights and a sudden sense that nothing was wrong with any of this. The world was right and beautiful and I was sucking a man's cock. Jack's cock? I didn't know for a second and then I did. 

My husband was working and that was his fault, I thought. Too bad for him! I giggled, making muffled noises as Gary urged me to take all of him. His cockhead battered at the entrance to my throat, demanding entry, and I swallowed and let him in. He pulled my face against his body, my nose flattened into his pubic hair, my chin against his heavy balls. I was full of cock and I didn't mind at all.

"Oh, you bitch! Gina, you cunt…Suck it all…I'm going to cum." Gary fucked my throat and it was starting to hurt, my delicate muscles being forced to stretch around him over and over. 

My tongue felt swollen, my lips were numb. I had to hold onto him, my fingers digging into his thighs as I fought for air, catching a breath when I could. It wasn't sex, it was just fucking, just a man using my mouth and throat, raping me again. Okay. That was okay. Rape me, I didn't care. I was full of chemicals, euphoric and way past worrying about it. This was what I did for coke. Alright. I could trade this for that, I thought. We were alone and someplace else, nobody would know, nobody would ever find out. I'd be okay and I'd get some more coke and my little green pills. It was a fair trade, that's all.

"Ahhh…Fuck! Eat it!" Gary pulled my mouth hard against him, his long thick cock feeling like it was halfway to my tummy as he started cumming finally.

I couldn't even taste him, I could only feel the odd sensation of his prick pulsing in my throat, seeming to expand and contract rapidly as his ejaculate flooded my belly. He held me until I was red faced and crying, my eyes wet as I needed air desperately. I pushed against his thighs and then hit his legs with my fists so that he'd finally let me go. I fell back, panting for air, almost blacked out it seemed because he had held me like that for so long.

"Listen to me…" Gary breathed, leaning forward to trap me on the sofa. His body wedged between my spread thighs and his ruddy cock loose and dripping spit and sperm onto the floor.

"Huh?" I blinked at him, feeling dazed and drowsy even as my heart hammered in my chest.

"Listen, Gina." Gary grabbed my chin, pulling my eyes to his. "I'm gonna give you enough for a week, just a week at a time from now on. You come here every Monday morning and I'll take care of you, understand me?"

"Yeah…Yes…Okay," I nodded slowly. 

"You dress sexy too, every fuckin' Monday. You come in here and we're going to fuck, right?"

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"So if you want protection, you bring it," he said. "Because I'm not gonna care."

"Bring what? I don't…" I was still trying to understand when Gary pulled me to my feet and I didn't have any fight in me. There was nothing inside me but a numb, confused, little girl.

"Bend over, give me that sweet pussy now." He pushed down on my shoulders and I caught myself on the back of his sofa.

"G-Gary…No…We did it already…" I breathed.

"Shut-up, whore. You want my coke? This how you pay." He pushed my thighs apart as I knelt on the cushions, thinking I had to stop him, but I was still buzzed and I needed my pills. I'd sucked him off, that should have been enough.

"Please…I can't…Ohhhh….Ummm…" I gasped and moaned as I felt his cockhead splitting my pussy lips slowly.

He hadn't gone soft at all and now Gary began fucking me from behind, and God help me, but it felt good. I stared at the blank wall inches in front of my face, a big empty snowfield and I could almost see my husband's face there. I was fucking another man, letting him do it. I allowed Gary put his cock inside my pussy and I wasn't fighting him. I stared at my husband while he watched me, his eyes looking deep into mine while another man, a drug dealer, held my hips and rocked his penis back and forth inside my trembling pussy.

"Come on! Fuck me back, Gina. You love it, don't lie to me, Princess." Gary slapped my ass and I gasped, rocking my hips like he wanted me to, pushing myself against him.

I was doing it, just like he wanted, and my clit thrummed, being rubbed raw by the length of Gary's prick as it worked itself in and out of my overflowing cunt. I was soaked with juices, my pussy clinging to the man, clasping his fat cock as if starving for it. I dug my fingernails into the sofa and thrust myself against him, rolling my hips and grinding my horny hole on that wonderful prick. It felt amazing, there was no denying that, and when I felt the man reach for my tits, grabbing my braless breasts through the thin cotton of my blouse I groaned and that pleasure just burned away at my sanity. 

"God! Fuck me! Fuck that cock in me!" I begged, closing my eyes tightly and pushing against the wall with my hands. My pussy bruned and I could feel the walls of my sex clutching at Gary's cock, desperately trying to pull him deeper. 

I was shoving my ass back so I could feel that swollen cockhead tickling the bottom of my sex. It was just there, at my cervix, teasing me and making me wish he was half an inch longer, just so the man would really bottom out in my cunt. Butterflies swarmed in my belly and the euphoria of all that coke and all that sex filled my blood. I was higher than a kite and unreasonable in my desires and expectations. This was a good thing, I told myself, ignoring the nagging doubts that never went away completely. This felt good, fucking like this. I was a person, a woman with needs. If I was married, so what? I was still free to do what I wanted.

"You don't own me!" I whispered, talking to my husband and knowing he was watching me. "You don't own me, Jack. Fuck you! Fuck you, Jack!"

"Yeah, fuck him!" Gary chuckled and I hadn't realized he could hear me, or that he was even there. All I knew was the cock inside me, the hands on my tits. He pinched my nipples and tugged at my breasts like the reins of a horse, riding me to explosive climax.

"Fuck him!" I giggled. "Fuck me! Fuck…Oh God!"

I started cumming, suddenly and without any warning at all, it just happened. I shook like a leaf, my whole body wanting to curl up into a tight little ball, but Gary wouldn't let me go. I was fighting him, but he wouldn't stop fucking me and I came like crazy all over his thick manhood as it plunged into my fertile womb over and over. He fucked me so good, harder and faster now that he felt my cunt rocking with lust. I dropped my head and cracked my skull on the wall and Gary laughed, pulling me back and jamming his cock as far inside me as he could when I felt it.

"Ohhhh fuck no!" I groaned, but I didn't stop moving, still pushing myself against him and the jerking prick buried inside my vagina. I wasn't trying to get away; I was trying to get him deeper!

"Ahhhh…Fuck Yeah! Gina…Fuck…Take it, Princess!" Gary climaxed hard, his cock shooting hot semen into the very heart of my being.

"Yesssss…" I hissed, grinding my ass against him, savoring the experience of feeling a man spraying his potent jism right there, right up against the soft pillow of my cervix. 

I came again, I couldn't help it and I was sobbing, literally, shaking and whimpering beneath the raw pleasure. Beneath the delirious weight of knowing that I was taking real sperm inside me. Not Jack's diluted semen, but the real deal. It was in me and deep, penetrating that sweet bottleneck and seeping into my unprotected uterus. I was cumming because another man might be impregnating me. My coked up head knew it, like God whispering in my ear and I could hear His voice like moonlight on a frozen pond. 

"You're fucked now!" Gary laughed and he wasn't pulling out. "Who's cunt is this, whore?"

He slapped my ass when I didn't answer right away. Gary rocked his pelvis, jamming his still swollen cock into the sloppy mixture of our cum.

"I said, who does this cunt belong to, Princess?"

"What? Oh!…You…" I gasped, licking my lips and tasting bitter snot and salty tears. "It's your cunt now."

"Fuckin' right it is," he breathed. "You're my coke whore now, Gina. Don't forget it."

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Gary had given me fourteen pills, knowing I took two a day because he'd made a point of asking. He gave me a gram of coke too, charging me a hundred and fifty for that, telling me that was at cost for him, and I thanked him for it.

"What's the matter, Mom?" JJ asked over the dinner table that night and I looked at him.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, you're kinda out of it, Mom." Amy grinned and I felt myself blushing.

"Relax, you guys." Jack gave them a look. "Your mom's working hard every day."

He could sense something wrong with me too, but he wouldn't say anything in front of the kids. Not at the dinner table and I could barely sit there with them. I couldn't look at my husband, it hurt too much. I'd washed Gary out of me as soon as I'd gotten home, but that had been lunchtime. I'd carried his sperm in my cunt for two hours. Walking around with it. Sitting in my skirt and feeling it leaking into my panties. I'd picked up Jilly from her preschool, smelling of raw sex and potent man cum.

I'd taken a bath, a long one, and then a pill. I'd needed that really badly because I'd let a man fuck me. I hadn't been raped. I'd been drugged, yeah, because I'd wanted to be. I'd wanted the sex, maybe. Did I? I didn't know. I'd dressed for it. I'd made myself pretty for it. Was it just for the coke? Or for Gary? No, not for Gary. He was a drug pusher and a criminal and an asshole. I hated him. I just wanted his drugs for my family. So I could take care of my husband and kids, that's all. I needed the pills.

Did I need the coke? No, of course not, I told myself. So why had I wanted it? Why had I used it without even getting a promise from Gary not to touch me. I could have made him promise. I could have made him be good, but I hadn't. I hadn't said a word. I'd just done up that coke and let him use me. He'd fucked me like a whore. Like a slut. He'd called me names and then he'd cum inside me. Deliberately. Sperming my pussy on purpose. He'd been trying to knock me up and then he'd asked me who I was and I'd told him. I was his whore, his cunt, his little cock and coke bitch.

It was Jack's fault. I remembered that too and I hated him. My husband. Where was he while I'd been with that other man? He was supposed to protect me; supposed to know what was wrong and stop it. Why didn't he? But that was crazy. That wasn't true. It wasn't his fault. It had been the coke. It was Gary; it was the pills making me do it. I should flush all that stuff down the toilet. I should get rid of it and never see that evil man again. I should call the police and report him and I should…Oh God…

"Fuck me!" I moaned, riding my husband while he lay on the bed looking up at me. 

He was happy to do it, eager in fact, and I rode his cock hard, but he was suspicious too. I'd taken him to bed as soon as our dinner had finished, telling the kids to clean up the kitchen, to give Jilly a bath and put her to bed. I'd taken Jack by the hand, led him upstairs giggling and trying to be lighthearted about it, playful and cute. I wanted to be his innocent wife, his faithful bride of sixteen years. There wasn't anything wrong, I tried to tell him. I felt just fine. I loved him, only him, and I wanted to prove it. I wanted to make love and have beautiful orgasms all over his cock while I told him how much I loved him.

I made love to my husband and I couldn't cum.

He was fucking me nicely, as much as I'd let him, lifting his hips to drive his cock inside me. Jack played with tits the way I liked. He thumbed my clit and kissed me deeply. He did everything he could to bring me off while we fucked, and nothing worked. I didn't feel it. I didn't feel good or bad. I was wet enough, but that's all, and after about twenty minutes I wasn't even that anymore. I started to go dry and I lost all interest in it. But I wanted to cum! I had to cum! Gary had made me cum twice, three times maybe, and I hated him. Now I was with my husband. The man I loved. Why wasn't I cumming?

He didn't cum either and I left him there, confused and looking after me as I grabbed my purse and went into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. I turned on the shower and did two lines of coke. Not for him, not for my kids. For me. I needed it. I snorted that stuff up and felt better instantly. It was okay and I just got under the water, reeling with the pleasure of feeling good about myself. It wasn't my fault I couldn't cum. It was Jack's.

I could cum just fine and I jilled myself off in the shower, rubbing my sex and cumming hard. I wasn't even thinking about anything, only about me and how none of this was my problem. I was okay, see? I felt wonderful, gasping and giggling with my orgasm and not crying at all. I had my cums and I was still buzzing when I got back into bed and then I fucked my husband again, over his protests and questions, which I ignored. I rubbed his cock and got him hard and then I took him inside and I came then.

"We're okay," I whispered, kissing Jack's face and he was frowning, even though he'd just spilled his useless semen inside me.

"What's going on, Gina?" he asked. "Just tell me, okay?"

"I don't know." I shrugged and nothing he could say was going to bother me just then. "I'm just…Okay."

I couldn't sleep.

I lay there and couldn't sleep. I got up and watched television and I couldn't sleep. I looked inside the refrigerator, but I wasn't hungry. I tried to read a book, but I couldn't get through two pages before it was boring me to death. I walked around the house like a ghost, turning lights on and off. I looked through my wedding album.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jack shook me awake and the sunlight burned my eyes.

"Oh." I winced and looked down at the big white album still open in my lap. "Wow…I couldn't sleep."

"Okay, well. It's kind of late," he said. "I got the kids moving."

"Right, yeah." I smiled sheepishly and looked around. "Oh. Breakfast, okay."

"Is Mommy okay?" I heard JJ asking and I felt a flash of anger and I had to bite it back. I needed a pill to get me started.

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