A lie, I was no longer a faithful wife. I was meeting a man, not my husband and the father of my children, evidence of premeditated betrayal in my pur...e. Leaving my Mountain View, California neighborhood, I turned onto the El Camino Real, the commercial thoroughfare connecting the peninsula cities from San Francisco to San Jose. As I drove among the congestion, I mused about life, my life.I was a poor girl, educated by Catholic nuns, was going to be one! It was on my way home from Notre Dame. ”Swiftly, I was in Shane’s hotel room, my lips locked onto his while he hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his huge body. He lay me on the bed and we were fumbling at each other’s clothes when the door flung open and in piled his friends.“Hey, man,” they screamed.“You brought that slut back,” one shouted.Between the barrage of name calling — black cock slut, dirty bitch, whore — one of them handed me a wine bottle. “Get yourself ready for us, slut,” he said.My training went into. I loved it and wished they had more for me. I asked if they were happy and they said they were elated beyond belief. They were upset I didn't cum so they wanted me to have my fun too. They laid me back on the bed and all three were playing with my tits while the third guy began licking my clit and pussy. They licked, talked dirty and worked my tits until I came not once but twice. I thought that was so sweet that they wanted me to cum, especially since they had already cum. One of them was. The swollen lips of your pussy are clearly visible as you bend further forward. My pulse races, as my cock already hardens, straining against the material of my jeans. I am now well out of my comfort zone and my mind is racing. ‘What the hell am I going to do next?’ I ask myself. The urge to fuck you where you stand is overwhelming. As you turn around our eyes meet and I can see yours almost glazed over, you sense my anticipation. The smile you give in return is one of reassurance. There’s no.