Full Service Pt. 02

Part 2

A Day of Firsts Continues

This is the story's second part, which references the first part, so if you haven't already, you should read it first.

Please read the tags. This story contains a wife who does things she should not do with people she is not married to. If that or any other tagged elements are not your thing, please find something that suits you better.

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It was unexpected, unbelievable, then irresponsible. It was the most spontaneously exciting thing I had ever done. There were feelings of gratification, guilt, and lingering fear. I let a stranger cum in me. I should have been more careful. I felt like I was at the point in my cycle where pregnancy wasn't likely, so at least there was that.

Driving along the windy two-lane blacktop, I reached down and slipped a hand into my shorts, extending my finger and stroking my outer lips. I let go of the wheel for a second to unbuckle my belt and undo a couple of buttons, allowing easier access. My steering hand now back in place, I resumed exploring myself with the other, dipping a finger into my cum-soaked box to lubricate it, then moving it to my clit. I rubbed in a back-and-forth, then circular motion, feeling the first tinges of delight. I was still five minutes from home.

I slid my finger again into my seed-slickened snatch, deeper this time, and withdrew it. Then I did something out of character, I placed it in my mouth and licked it clean, tasting John's cum mixed with my juices. The combination was salty, tangy, and slightly acidic. I had always spat my husband's cum out when I let him cum in my mouth. I am not sure why, the taste wasn't unpleasant at all. I think it had more to do with feeling like a whore, a slut. Swallowing was something bad girls did, but now I craved it. Continuing to play with myself, I drove on.

Reaching the house, I pulled into the driveway, climbed out of the car, and hurried into the house, swinging the door shut behind me. I dropped my keys in my purse on the granite counter and headed into the living room, shucking my clothing along the way. I sat on the couch, leaning back and spread my legs. I began mauling my pussy and tits, replaying the scenes from earlier in my head. It took less than a minute for me to reach the apex, jamming my fingers into my muff further and faster while pinching and massaging my nipples. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body as I peaked.

I slowly descended, letting a minute pass as I lay on the couch. I tried to catch my breath, a million thoughts spinning around. I stood up, walked over to retrieve my discarded clothes, and went into our first-floor master to shower.

The warm water felt good as it cascaded over me. A different feeling coursed through me; every touch and caress felt electric as I ran my soapy hands over my body. It was all I could do to deny myself another orgasm. There would be time for more self-stimulation later, I had the day to myself.

After finishing in the shower, I put on a two-piece bikini, taking time to admire my features. My confidence had been bolstered by the compliments John had thrown way during and after our earlier encounter. He was right; I looked good, damn good, I thought to myself. It was something my husband seemed to take for granted as the years went by.

I entered the kitchen, poured a glass of red wine, grabbed my iPad from the charging station, then headed to the back deck to bask in the sunshine and read. It was only 2:00 PM. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, and the breeze was light. The boat engines in the distance occasionally broke the silence. I began reading my novel, mindlessly skimming the text; flashes of my recklessness came and went as the pages turned. To say my mind was preoccupied would be an understatement. Setting the book aside, I was resigned to working on my tan.

I had time for self-reflection as I lay there, the sun beating down on me. What had occurred with John was morally wrong, but I had needs that weren't being met. On one hand, I was married and had a life, a husband, and children. On the other hand, everything had become so routine, so vanilla, that I couldn't help but think that marriage was restraining me, that there was more out there. These two things couldn't co-exist.

Then, the doorbell rang. I grabbed my cover up and put it on as I walked to the front door. I wondered who it could be, I wasn't expecting anyone. Reaching the door, I grasped the knob and turned it. As the door opened, to my surprise, there stood John.

"Hi Pam," he said casually, as if we were old friends.

He turned to face me directly, making eye contact. I was shocked. John was the last person I expected to see on my doorstep.

"What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" I said, perplexed.

"Well, you did say that you lived in one of the lake houses, and Rob saw the direction you left the gas station," he began. "We just drove this way until we saw your car in the driveway."

We? I looked around him to see an older white truck parked behind mine with two people inside.

"You brought people with you to my house?" I stammered in disbelief. "I don't understand. Are you crazy? I told you I was married. What do you want?"

"We'd like to talk to you about something," he explained. "Can we go inside before the neighbors see us? No one is home, right?"

"I'm not letting you into my house," I retorted sharply, signaling my displeasure. "You can tell me whatever you need to right here."

"Sure, OK then," John agreed. "I was just trying to save you from having to answer any questions if anyone saw us out here."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After several swipes and button presses, he turned the screen so I could see it. My heart sank. It was a video of John plunging his rod in and out of me on the gas station desk. I could hear the audio.

"Oh, yes, I want you to fuck me! Oh, that's it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. God, your cock feels so good."

Judging from the angle and video quality, a security camera in the corner of the room captured our improprieties.

"You..... filmed us?" I stuttered, processing what I had just seen, still unable to believe it.

"Well, to be honest, the security cameras are always on. Mike, the owner, is the only person with access to the system. He was out in the garage while we were busy and decided to look at the footage after you left, and here we are."

I peered around John once again in the car. I could see what looked like Rob, the guy who pumped my gas, and another person I didn't recognize. I looked back at John.

"I can't fucking believe this," I said, shaking my head and looking down.

Several seconds passed as I contemplated the situation. I didn't have much of a choice.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked, my tone somber, realizing the awkward position I was caught in.

"Let's go inside, and we will explain," John said, motioning the men in the car to come. They clambered out of the vehicle and walked down the driveway to meet us, and we all went into the house.

Once inside, I turned to look at the three of them. John and Rob, still dressed in their work clothes, were familiar to me from our previous encounter at the station. The third man looked a little older than the other two, late thirties, with brownish hair parted to one side. He stood just over six feet, 210 Lbs., medium build with a little bit of gut, and wore a white button-down dress shirt with jeans. He spoke first.

"Hi, my name is Mike," he stated, extending his hand. I stood motionless, making no move to accept the handshake.

"OK," he continued, irritated at my lack of cordialness. "I guess we should get to the business at hand then."

Rob was standing to Mike's left and avoiding eye contact with me. To his right, John was looking back and forth between his boss and me.

"You were at the gas station earlier. You were inside with John a little longer than normal, so I looked at the security camera footage out of curiosity after you left. You can see what I found," Mike said with a grin. "I expect a married woman like yourself wouldn't want this to get out, right?"

"No, I'm sure I wouldn't," I replied, looking up into Mike's stare. "What is it you want, money? How much?"

We did not have much money in the house, and I wasn't sure how much could be withdrawn from our accounts without raising my husband's suspicions.

"You are misreading the situation," he said matter-of-factly. "If it were money I wanted, it wouldn't take three of us to get it. What I want is some of what John had."

A shiver ran through my body. Surely, he wasn't serious. My demeanor changed in a split second.

"You think I'm going to sleep with you?" I bristled at the suggestion.

Mike shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"OK, have it your way," he said, turning towards the door. "Let's go, guys; she'd rather take her chances with the husband."

"You wouldn't dare show him that. I'll tell him you forced me if you do it. I'll call the police."

Mike chuckled, as did Rob and John.

"I think the video tells another story, but we will let your husband decide," Mike remarked. "Have a nice day."

I thought back to the encounter hours earlier. I was certainly a willing participant. Mike opened the door, and the three of them filed out. Just as the door was closing, I grabbed it.

"Wait... wait......" I pleaded. "Can we just talk about this? There must be something else you want, anything."

They re-entered the house, closing the door behind them.

"Pam, that is your name, right?" Mike said with a firm voice.

"Yes," I muttered.

"There isn't anything else," he asserted. "I saw the video. You are about as MILF as a MILF can be. We came here to have sex with you. In exchange for your moment of indiscretion, you will help us out. We will then erase the video. That will be the end of it. I wouldn't be the first time you cheated."

"We?" I said, my voice faltering, the full scope of their intentions now clear. "You want me to have sex with all three of you? I don't think I can do that."

As I finished my sentence, there was a quick flash of the three construction workers I had conjured up this morning. I quickly put it out of my mind.

"OK, but when we walk out the door this time, we aren't returning," Mike advised, turning away towards the door and motioning the others to follow.

My mind was a blur of emotion. I quickly tried to think of a way out, but nothing came to mind. Then, suddenly, I had an idea.

"OK, OK...... wait..... what if...... I give you each a blowjob?" I offered. "Will that work?"

The three men looked knowingly at one another, smiling.

"Sure, that'll work," Mike concluded. "But it has to be a first-class blowjob, all of us."

I could live with that, get them into the bedroom one by one, quickly get them off, and that would be the end. It wasn't fucking them, and I didn't see where there was any other choice. I would have to take my chances. The alternative was hoping my husband would never see the video, which seemed like the bigger risk with the worst possible outcome.

"OK, I'll do it under the following conditions. I'll go into the bedroom, and you can come in individually," I explained cautiously. "When one is finished, another can enter. You must promise to destroy the video from your phones, the server, or wherever it is stored, deal?"

A few seconds went by as the three of them huddled up, then Mike turned to face me.

"We have a deal," Mike remarked. "Where is the bedroom? I need to make sure there isn't a gun in there or some other shit."

I don't know how a gun would help me in this situation, but we didn't have one, so I led him into the hall and to the bedroom. He looked around, found nothing unusual, and we returned to the living room.

"OK, who is first?" Mike inquired.

"I volunteer," Rob said with a smile, stepping forward.

"Let's get this over with," I sighed in defeat, now resigned to what was about to happen.

I walked down the hall with Rob following. I was being blackmailed into giving blowjobs to three guys, and somehow, as the moment now approached, I couldn't deny that the thought of it began to turn me on. The visual of the construction workers having their way with me flashed again. Could it be that I enjoyed being forced, taken? The fact that it was a common thread in many of the fantasies I masturbated to was not lost on me. We reached the room, walked in, and closed the door.

I instructed him, "Take off your pants and sit on the bed."

Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and started to take off his shoes.

"I don't think we need to do all that," I suggested quickly. "Drop your pants and underwear; I'll take it from there."

He stood up and reached for his belt, unbuckling it. He then unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to fall around his ankles. He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers, and they fell to the floor next. I glanced at his crotch, and nestled in a patch of bright red public hair was a flaccid, pale white penis. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I knelt before him. I grasped his shaft and began slowly stroking him, trying to coax his cock to full stature. He let out a moan, signaling his trip to what I hoped was a quick orgasm had begun.

"Oh, that's nice," he said, his tool slowly stiffening. "Can you undress, ma'am? It would make this so much better."

He had a point. Better for him equaled quicker for me. I toyed with his suggestion, but deciding I wasn't about to get naked for these guys. Who knows where that would lead? I offered a compromise.

"I'll remove my coverall," I agreed. "That's it, though. The bathing suit stays on." I wanted to avoid this going any further than we had agreed to. My gaze met him, and he nodded his approval. He seemed a little gun-shy. I doubted he had done anything like this, at least I hoped not anyway. I removed the coverall and threw it on the bed. I reasoned that wearing just a two-piece suit was like wearing a bra and panties, his visual no longer obscured by the semi-sheer coverall. That would have to do.

His cock was now almost fully erect and stood about seven or eight inches in length. Jesus, I thought, does everyone at this gas station have a big dick? I had seen two of the three, and so far that seemed to be the case.

I leaned forward and licked the tip, tasting the small dribble of precum leaking the slit. I then slid him into my mouth, and he let out another moan. I withdrew slightly and began bobbing slowly, then became more pronounced as I took in more of his unit. I held the base with my hand, jacking him in rhythm with my blowing. Then, I felt a warm tingling sensation in my nether region, and I reached with one hand to touch the outside of my suit bottoms. They were soaking. Sucking this stranger's prick was turning me on.

"Oh, fuck..... that's it, that's it, baby, suck my dick!" Rob beamed, obviously enjoying my efforts. "God, you are good at this!"

Rob reached out with his right hand, placing it on my left tit, rubbing the nipple through the material. I always liked my boobs to be played with, and my nipple hardened instantly. He moved his left hand to the other breast to repeat the procedure with the same results. I slipped my free hand into my bottoms, drawing a finger across my crevice. I don't think I had ever been so wet. I saw no reason to deny my enjoyment while giving it to Rob. It would probably help get him off quicker if he noticed, so I didn't try to hide it.

"Let me take your top off," Rob petitioned, still set on getting more than I had offered.

I ignored his request, still hoping I could make him cum quickly before anything else happened. I continued enjoying the attention I received from our collective hands. I bobbed faster, with more purpose, slobbering on his manhood and using that as lube as I slid my hand up and down.

Having given my share of blowjobs, I would like to think I was good at it. I was not a swallower or anything like that, but I'd never had any complaints. Something about being forced into this made it different for me, though. The more things progressed, the more I was enjoying sucking this guy, and he was relishing the moment as well. I thought back to tasting John's cum earlier in the car and was beginning to make a real effort. I wanted to make Rob cum and taste his seed. I wanted to enjoy it.

"Fuck this feels amazing," he shouted out as he reached behind me, pulling the suit's string tie on my neck. The top fell forward, the bottom strap still in place, keeping it from falling completely off. My tits were now uncovered. I had made no move to resist but continued sucking him.

Then I heard a bedroom door open. I removed my hand from my pussy, Rob's cock from my mouth, and stood up. I turned to see Mike and John standing behind us, both grinning. My breasts were exposed, and I moved my arm across my chest to cover them. My bottoms were drenched from my self-indulgence.

"Sorry, Pam, but we were watching that video out there, then we heard Rob, and we just couldn't wait anymore," Mike explained, unbuckling his belt. "Besides, the more I got to thinking. John fucked you, there is no reason Rob and I shouldn't too."

I was in a precarious position. I was in the bedroom, wearing just my bathing suit bottoms, sucking a guy off, and now had two other men disrobing. Then, everything came into focus, and I realized something. This morning, I was frigging myself while imagining being taken against my will by the three construction workers. This was almost the same thing wasn't it?

There was no way out of my current situation. Then again, I wasn't sure I wanted one. I was enjoying the attention, the helplessness of my situation, the not being in control. I couldn't let them think I was giving in or wanted this to happen. That would ruin the fantasy. They had to take me. That was the fantasy, and that is what I wanted.

"No, you promised!" I protested, feigning my resistance. "Please, I can't."

Rob stood up, cock standing out at ninety degrees, dripping with my saliva, as he removed the rest of his clothes.

"It's going to be OK, baby. We will treat you right; you'll see," Mike said.

John stepped forward, removing his shirt. He had been silent until now.

"Pam, it will be OK, just go with it. We want to have a little fun," he explained, continuing to shed his clothing piece by piece.

He reached up and undid the bottom tie strap on my top, letting it fall to the floor as I pretended to try to stop him. He then pulled my bottoms down as I kicked out at him. I could have put up a little more of a struggle, but my effort seemed sufficient not to arouse suspicion.

"Jesus, the video doesn't do you justice. I like the old-school bush," Mike noted in a level voice. "You don't see that much these days."

He stepped forward, moving my arm and placing a hand on my left breast, kneading it, and rubbing his finger over the nipple. I let out a moan, elated at his touch. John took the other tit in his hand, duplicating the action taking place next to him. They both bent down in synch, each taking a nipple in their mouths. I felt a hand from behind touch my side, reaching around my waist towards my center. I tilted my head up, then gazed back at Rob, his hand stroking my puffy lips.

"Oh....... Oh..... please.... no..... no.... stop........ I'm married... please..... I can't take all of you," I begged, keeping the appearance of opposition alive as I writhed between them. "We had a deal."

Mike removed his mouth from my nipple. Erect, it glistened with the wetness of his saliva.

"I'm sure the married ship sailed a few hours ago, Pam. You were enjoying this when we came in," Mike pointed out, making it clear he noticed my hand between my legs when they entered.

If any shred of objection remained in my mind, it was gone. I wanted to be taken and used. Still, I couldn't let them know I was now complicit.

I looked at Mike's cock. He was now fully hard, maybe six inches in length, shaved except for a small patch of brown hair running sideways above his manhood. He reached down, took my hand, and placed it on his stiff member.

"Do you feel that?" Mike asked, his hand moving mine slowly up and down his length. "I want you to suck it, baby."

Rob was caressing my hairy honeypot, and Mike and John were working on my soft breasts and taut nipples with their hands and tongues. That, coupled with the eroticism of this unfolding scene, told me I wasn't going to last long. I took a step forward and tentatively knelt before Mike. John was to my left, now detached from my boob, his prick pointing forward. Rob was still behind me, lowering himself with me to the floor and inserting a finger into my dripping hole.

"Jesus, you are so wet," Rob exclaimed as he began pushing his finger back and forth, adding a second.

"Is this turning you on, Pam? Are you getting off on this? Guys, we may have hit the jackpot," Mike concluded. "Now suck my dick, Pam."

I looked up to see Mike's reaction as I moved forward, not too fast to indicate I was now an accomplice, slowly opening my mouth. His organ certainly had more girth proportionately than the other two, but I had no problem engulfing him to the root, never breaking eye contact. He reached up and placed his hands on either side of my head as I moved back, then down again.

"Oh, yes. Take it all the way again. Keep that up, oh yes," Mike moaned, taking more control of the pace as he gripped my head tighter, beginning to move me at his desired speed, fucking my mouth with even and deliberate strokes.

We continued for several minutes. Rob worked my pussy, sliding his fingers in and out and rubbing my right breast in his other hand, occasionally tweaking the nipple. My body shuddering in ecstasy as I felt the orgasm building deep inside me. I whimpered around the shaft plunging in and out of my mouth.

Suddenly, Mike pulled out.

"Who's next?" Mike said, looking around at Rob and John.

John moved into place, his prick the next to be serviced.

"We didn't get to do this before, Pam," he leered pushing his hips forward. His cock brushed up against my slick lips, waiting to gain entrance.

"If you suck a dick half as good as you fuck, this is going to be some blowjob!"

I took John into my mouth. His eight inches were longer than Mike's, so I went slower, bobbing back and forth a few times to get about half of him in. I felt pressure on my shoulders as John lowered himself to his knees, pushing me down on all fours, his cock never leaving my mouth.

As I continued to suck John, Rob's fingers abandoned my twat, just as I was about to cum.

"Mmmmffgggkkk........," I said, my voice an unintelligible high-pitched moan, signaling my disapproval at the relinquishing of my slit by Rob's digits. I felt him shifting around, and something rubbed up against my opening. I couldn't see behind me, but I knew what was coming, and I wanted it... I needed it. He pushed forward, his swollen cockhead parting my cunt lips, slipping past them and deeper into my soaking-wet box.

"So fucking good!" Rob exclaimed as he began slowly working his unit in and out of me.

I had entered further into uncharted territory. If the episode earlier wasn't enough, I'd never been with more than one guy before, and now I had one in my mouth, and another buried in my cunt. I felt exhilarated, alive in a way I had not before. Maybe it was the marital neglect replaced with the sudden desires of three men or the waves of pleasure that wracked my body as I took it from both ends. I was no longer the good, obedient housewife. I wanted to be used, I wanted to be treated like a slut. Where Rob's hands left off, his hardened rod resumed, pushing me closer to release. I was almost there after a minute or two, and it happened again!

"All right, it's time to rotate," Mike declared, wanting to return to the action, his length covered in sticky pre cum, the product of his slow stroking while the others took their turn.

Rob reluctantly pulled out from behind me and moved around to the front. John pulled his erection from my mouth, and Rob knelt in front of me. I felt Mike enter me from the rear, and he began banging away and my saturated pussy.

"Oh, yes... Yes..... fuck me, don't stop until you make me cum!" I demanded, my pretense gone, no longer caring about what anyone thought.

John stood off to the side now, stroking his swollen, saliva-slicked member, while Rob fed himself into my waiting mouth.

"That's it, baby, you're coming around nicely," Mike said, his pace building. "This is so fucking hot."

I slurped on Rob's dick, balancing on one hand while gripping his staff with the other and jacking him. I could feel the pinnacle of bliss approaching, hoping the third time was the charm. Mike hammered away from behind. Nothing could deny me now.

Suddenly, Rob began moving faster.

"Oh, shit, I'm going to cum," Rob announced as his prick swelled in my mouth.

He grabbed the back of my head, ramming himself forward, the first jet of his hot, gooey juice shooting into my mouth. I sucked and gulped as several more volleys of cum shot from him, eventually slowing to a dribble. He pulled himself from me as I ingested the last of his load, his cresting complete, along with my first cum swallowing. Rob sat back on the floor next to me, to be quickly replaced by John.

"Suck me, Pam," John said playfully. I grabbed his prick, about to slide it into my mouth, but was momentarily derailed as my climax hit.

"Yes, yes...... Yes! I'm cumming. Oh, Mike, fuck me...... fuck me harder!" I yelled, awash in the total gratification his shaft provided. I was on fire like never before. I came for what seemed like forever, but what must have been only half a minute.

"You like that? You like cumming on my cock?" Mike bellowed like a conquering general, continuing to pump away.

Rob had laid on his side now to watch, stroking himself back to life, and I had an idea.

"Stand up, Rob," I instructed, recovering from my orgasm. "I want you to jerk that thing off and shoot it on me if you can cum again."

"I can do that, Ma'am," he said enthusiastically, jumping to his feet, all too quick to oblige.

I looked up at John's waiting penis, reaching out to grasp it, sliding it into my mouth, and blowing him with renewed fervor. Rob was jerking his meat with one hand while fondling his balls with the other as he watched me being rammed from either end.

While certainly not the plan at the outset, everyone was now in place to complete my fantasy. I was approaching the pinnacle a second time; Rob was jerking off to one side, John's ample penis sliding in and out of my mouth, and Mike was pounding away at my dripping cunt. We continued for a minute, moaning and groaning as we headed toward our collective culmination.

"This feels so good, Pam. Do you like that dick? I'm going to cum soon," Mike said, his breath becoming more pronounced.

I'm not sure if he was warning me if I didn't want him to cum inside me, but John had done that earlier, so in for a penny, in for a pound. I pulled John momentarily from my mouth, my hand still jacking him.

"Fuck me, Mike. I want you to cum in my pussy," I hissed. "I want you to fill me up!"

I returned my mouth to John's prick, speeding up the jerking and sucking action. I knew all of them cumming at the same time was a pipe dream, but I was hoping to get it as close as possible.

"Oh, shit, here it comes," Mike announced, his cock surging in my core, the first jet of semen releasing. "Oh, fuck, yes, take it all, baby."

He continued to pump away, stream after stream of seed issuing from his throbbing prick. I gripped him with my slippery sheath, draining his stiffness as I began cumming the second time.

"Mmmmmm.... ohhhhmmmmgodd.... ooooh," I cooed from my penis-stuffed orifice.

Several seconds later, John grabbed my head, speeding up the tempo as he fucked my mouth.

"Oh, shit Pam, I'm cumming! Suck that dick, suck me dry!"

I felt his spooge gush from the end of his pecker, coating the inside of my mouth. I hungrily sucked him, swallowing his warm cum as fast as it came out, losing only a few drops to the floor below.

As my orgasm began to ebb, John pulled himself from my mouth. Then Rob, who I had almost forgotten about, stepped up closer, flogging his rigid tool, now level with my face.

"Look at me, Pam, I'm going to shoot it all over that pretty face," he crowed.

I rotated towards him and onto my knees, facing him directly, Mike's cum dripping from my used mound onto the carpet below me. Several strokes later, Rob erupted. The first shot landed on my nose and right cheek. I opened my mouth to catch the next few salvos with some success, but the majority ended up spread evenly across my face and tits.

I stood up, flopping back onto the bed, not caring that I was naked and exposed. Cum was dripping from my gash and smeared across my face and chest.

"Can someone get me a towel?"

Rob walked into the bathroom and returned with one of the bath towels. I wiped my face and chest, cleaning the cum from them but leaving my pussy alone for the moment.

"Jesus, Pam, you are some kind of wild fuck," Mike proclaimed. "That might have started as blackmail, but it certainly didn't end that way."

I sat up and looked at Mike, then at John and Rob.

"I did what I had to. I didn't have a choice, did I? Now, please destroy that video like you promised. What is fair is fair, right? I gave you what you wanted, and that was our deal."

They all glanced back and forth at one another, and finally, John spoke.

"Guys, she's right. We made a deal, and Pam held up her end of the bargain. Boy, did she ever. We'll get rid of it."

I felt a sense of relief, but on the other hand, how would I know they destroyed it and there were no copies? The simple answer is I wouldn't, but if it never got out, did I care? The thought of them jerking off to it to remember this day turned me on, to be honest.

"So, I need to ask you all a favor. Thank you for agreeing to destroy the video, but I will always wonder if you did; I'm not stupid. I'd be in big trouble if my family ever discovered what we did today. If that happened, you'd be in big trouble because I'd no longer have anything to lose. Please don't talk to anyone about this, and I'll do the same, OK?"

There was an uncomfortable silence for about ten seconds. Mike was the first to speak.

"Sure, we will keep it to ourselves," he started. "Pam, I have to ask you a question. We had to back you into a corner to get you to do this, but once things got rolling, you looked like you were enjoying it. Was that all an act?"

I thought for a second, and the truth was, I loved it. Maybe not how it began, but that was all part of it. That these men would scheme to find a way to have sex with me somehow excited me. The feeling of them, all at once, getting off with me, on me, in me, turned me on like nothing else had in my entire life. I knew something inside me had awakened and would not end today, but I wouldn't tell them. The ride was over as far as they were concerned.

"I did what I agreed to," I began. "Did I enjoy getting fucked? Sure, who doesn't? Now, I need to put all this behind me. My kids will be home later tonight, and my husband tomorrow. I have some cleaning to do, so..... if you'll excuse me...."

John, Rob, and Mike dressed quietly, and they let themselves out.

I lay back for a minute, cum dripping from me for the second time today, conflicted. I had lived out a fantasy and just enjoyed what might be the best sex ever. I had no idea how to put the genie back into the bottle, but I wasn't sure I wanted to. On the other hand, I also had a husband and children. I had a lot of sorting out to do. But first, I wanted to cum again while my pussy was wet with another man's cum