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My husband is a regional manager for a very well know restaurants chain. I won’t tell you which restaurant, but I bet you’ve eaten there a few times. Tom's job has him traveling constantly covering three states . Tom and I have a 16 year old daughter named Melody. We’re your typical, all-American family, except that I like getting fucked pretty often, and my husband really isn’t up to the job.
Tom went skiing with his buddies this winter and banged up his shoulder something awful. I figured he’d get drunk on the trip and maybe they’d have strippers up to the chalet. If Tom was feeling really frisky, he might even buy himself a hummer.
I really wasn’t sweating it, so imagine my surprise when he comes home all busted up and in need of babying. The thing about my husband is that he’s usually only home 5 days a month. The rest of the time he’s on the road making sure the various restaurants are meeting the company goals. That leaves me a lot of my own quality play time, which I like to fill up my fuck-friends, an open-minded group of people who like screwing as much as I do.
But that shoulder injury, well, it was like my pussy got injured too, because I had to stay home and wait on Tom every night for 6 weeks. If I snuck out to the convenience store, he’d call my cell phone at least twice:
“Jennifer, would you please get me Raisinettes?”
“Jennifer, how long are you going to be?”
More than once, I thought about getting on the Interstate and blowing out of this town. Friggin’ Melody is the one thing that kept me coming home.
See, when Tom is on the road, all my friends know me as the community slut. I have fucked well over 150 guys all while Tom is on the road. I was keeping track, but honestly I lost count several months ago. I’m not trying to win an award for worst wife ever, I just really, really like fucking.
Melody keeps her mouth shut about all of this because she knows what’s good for her. The thing is, my little Melody likes to get fucked too. I don’t say anything about her 22-year-old boyfriend Jake spending the night and she doesn’t tell her dear old dad about her mother’s comings and goings and the fact that I drag in some nights after midnight looking like a rode hard cum covered slut. I took Melody to the doctor and I know she is being safe, so I really don’t give a shit. I meet guys online and head out into the night looking for action, and I know what Melody is doing at home.
My favorite thing to look for when Tom leaves town is a big black man who wants to screw a little white slut. Man, I swear they get even more turned on when I tell them how I’m married and my husband is out on the road. I have my own profile on a website where I meet the guys, a whole site dedicated to hooking horny black men up with slutty white women. I have several pictures on there and the guys can leave a comment, so they’ll say the shittiest, cruelest things that they want to do to me, and if I’m lucky they’ll leave their contact info because those are the guys I’m into--the ones who will fuck me raw and slap me on the ass when they’re done.
When Tom had me trapped at home, I’d go over some of my best and most memorable fuckings in my head, reliving each guy and trying to remember each detail. There was one scene I must have imagined a thousand times when this guy Tony had me bent over his dirty nightstand while he fucked me in the ass.
“You ever let your husband ram your ass?” he asked while he thrust his cock into me. I’ll tell you, I actually had to hold back a little laugh when he asked me ‘cause Tom would never dream of defiling me in such a way. The thing is, sometimes I want to be defiled.
“Harder,” I told him. “Fuck me like the whore I am.”
For the whole six weeks, I’d dream, and wait on Tom. Melody got a kick out of seeing me squirm. She kept making comments about the fact that I was stuck at home, but she didn’t like it when she couldn’t have Jake over like usual. It was week 2 when she realized that fact, and then she sulked in her room for an hour before coming out and telling us she was sleeping over at her friend Laura’s house. I knew she was really going to her boyfriend’s house. It’s pretty sad when your sixteen year old daughter has more freedom than you do.
Jake always eyes me up when he’s over and I know he’s into how free I am with my daughter. I flirt back to Melody’s total embarrassment. Who knows? Maybe I’ll end up fucking that kid one day.
At one point during my six-week drought, I was so desperate I started making the moves on Tom. Every position we tried got a complaint from my husband. He couldn’t get comfortable. I was hitting his shoulder. He kept stopping just as I was getting going. I ended up getting on my knees and giving him a blow job so that he could rest his body while I did all the work. I have no problem giving head, but I really could have used some loving in return.
When Tom was finally feeling better, I was itching to get out of the house. Guys had been leaving messages all over my profile asking if I was all right and if they could stop by. I picked a good-looking guy I’d never fucked before and asked if he wanted to meet at a hotel in town. He messaged me back in less than 10 minutes to confirm.
When I got to hotel parking lot, I recognized the guy. He was wearing sunglasses, sitting in his car, and looking pissed. Before I got out of the car, he came over and signaled to roll down my window.
“They don’t have any rooms,” he said. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his muscles were all hard. I had to stop myself from reaching out and tweaking his nipples. I needed to get fucked.
“So where do you want to go?” I could see his swollen dick through his pants. He wanted me bad too. He looked in several different directions as if he was weighing his options.
“I know a guy who works at a bar down the street. People always park in the back and get it on back there. You can hardly see anything from the road. You up for it?”
“Sure. If you think your friend won’t mind.” I was so horny I probably would have fucked him right there in the hotel parking lot if he asked. I had a hard time turning down a perfectly good cock when I was this hard up, especially when the guy directed me to give it up. I loved being treated like somebody’s fuck-bitch.
He jumped in my passenger seat and directed me where to go. As soon as I pulled onto the road, he stuck his big hand between my thighs and started roaming around, getting closer to my snatch. Soon, when he noticed I wasn’t wearing any panties under my short skirt, he slid a couple of thick fingers into me. I found it hard to concentrate on where I was going.
“Damn, you’re nice and wet.”
“I haven’t been fucked in weeks,” I told him. “I need it.” This made him smile. He teased me with his fingers right up until I pulled behind the bar and parked close to a dumpster. The parking lot was surrounded by trees and we were secluded just as Ty had said we would be. I turned off the car and faced him, spreading my legs so that my skirt ran up to my hips and he got a full shot of my pussy.
“You want it bad,” Ty said.
“Can you tell?” I pulled my top down to reveal my tits.
“Well, you gotta earn my cock,” he said. He opened the passenger door and got out so that I could only see him from the chest down. He unzipped his pants and took out his dick. “Here it is, bitch. Suck it,” he ordered.
I crawled over to the passenger seat and was just about to deepthroat that nightstick when I head another voice calling out.
“Hey Ty, what are you doing?” I spun around with Ty’s cock still in my hand to see a white guy coming out of the back of the bar. As he walked over, he spotted me with a giant black dick in my hands. “Oh, hey man, I’m sorry.” He started to turn around, but Ty called him back.
“She don’t mind if you watch,” Ty said. “Hell, she’ll probably suck you off too.” I didn’t argue. Instead, I stared Jason down while I plunged Ty’s dick into my throat. He stood there watching for a second. He took a look around to make sure we were alone, and then he unzipped his pants and took out his dick. He jerked off as he watched me. I never took my eyes off him, even as Ty grabbed the back of my head so he could shove his cock further down my throat. He knocked my face against his body so roughly he was hurting my nose, but I didn’t let that stop me from enjoying the face-pounding he was giving me. Before I could feel his hot jiz in my mouth, he pulled out and stepped out of the way. Suddenly Jason’s white cock was in my face. “Suck my friend’s cock,” Ty ordered, “now.” I obeyed. “Don’t stop jerking me off,” he added. So my hands and mouth were busy as hell. I had gone from a dry spell to having multiple cocks shoved in my face. I was like a starving person at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
It wasn’t long before Jason shot his load right into my stomach. He didn’t even warn me, just started saying, “oh shit, oh fuck,” and then I could feel waves of cum moving through his penis and hot ooze in my throat.
“Swallow it bitch,” Ty ordered. Jason backed up and zipped his pants when he was finished.
“I gotta get back to work.” Without even a second look at me, he went back in through the back door.
“Get out and bend your ass over this car.” I did as he ordered, walking to the front of the vehicle and spreading my hands on the hood of the car. When I spread my legs, the short skirt rode up and the air felt so cold on my wet pussy lips. Without warning, he thrust his rock-hard cock into my soft wet open snatch and I let out a scream. He reached around and squeezed my breast hard. He used my tits to get a good handle on me and then he fucked me stupid, lifting my feet off the ground a few times.
“You like that?” he kept repeating. “You like sucking my friend’s cock and saving that pussy for me to beat.”
“I love it,” I assured him. “Fuck me, Ty. I been waiting for this. I can’t get enough.” He turned me around, pushed me down on the bumper and sprayed his ample load all over my face. Once he caught his breath, he told me to clean up and go inside to have a drink. I did.
We stayed for several drinks. Ty’s friends came in and out and he kept offering me up for them to fuck. I ended up going out back with six different guys that night. I sucked and fucked and told them that my husband was out of town on business most nights if they ever wanted to stop by. Sometimes Ty came out to watch. Sometimes he didn’t.
At midnight, I drove home with a smile on my face. My hair smelled like the spunk of six different guys, and my thighs were sticky and sore. When I pulled in to the driveway, I saw that my husband’s car was gone and Jake’s was parked in the driveway. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
My daughter’s bedroom light was on, which meant I had the rest of the house to myself. I went straight to my computer and visited my profile page. I had to see who else wanted to meet me now that I was back to being a lonely housewife.
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