Chapter 1

Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Rape, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, True Story, Cheating, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Interracial, Masturbation, BBW, Big Breasts, .

Desc: True Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Lisa, wife and mom, is shown to have a submissive side.

This was the first time since we married fifteen years ago that my wife couldn't make the April "pre-season" trip up north to the cabin. Although she was hired as the secretary for the company's local branch manager just six months earlier, she was given full responsibility to coordinate the annual sales meeting that just happened to be this weekend. I tried to keep my disappointment to a minimum as I knew she had put a lot of time into the event. I probably should have suspected something when she insisted we go without her instead of waiting another week on the cabin trip.

So Saturday morning, my son and I drove the six hours north. Unfortunately when we got there, we found the flooding caused by the record snow falls that winter gave us a cabin with no access to electricity or running water and most important, heat. After doing what we could so it wouldn't be a completely wasted trip, we climbed back in the car and headed home. I normally would have called but I knew my wife would be tied up with all she had to do. She really wanted to make a good impression.

It was around 1:30 in the morning when I saw two cars in our drive way. I recognized one car as belonging to my wife's boss. The other looked like a rental. Although the shades were drawn, I noticed that the lights were on in the living room. Without a word, my son looked at me questioning why there would be cars here at this hour. I had no answer and there was a pause before I opened the door (it was not locked) and we both stepped in.

To say I was shocked would be the understatement of my life. There on a blanket in the living room were four naked people. My wife was sandwiched between two black men I had never seen before while a third man (her boss) was standing with his crotch in her face. The sounds of muffled moans from my wife and the grunts of the three men as the sound of skin slapping skin timed the fast pace of my wife pistoning herself on the three cocks. The suffocating smell of musky sex staggered me. All at once I felt as if I had been hit in the stomach by a baseball bat. I looked over to my son and the look of disgust on his face somehow snapped me out of my torment and then a calm over took me.

It took a few seconds before they realized we were there. Boss man was the first to notice as he pulled his cock from her still sucking mouth. Her moan from having lost her suck toy soon turned to a yelp as the man on top quickly yanked a good eight inches from her asshole. Both my son and I just stared as Lisa pulled herself up from the thick cock meat that had been completely buried up her stretched out cunt. It seemed to be endless until finally a good twelve inches of black cock left my wife's pussy. Having that much fat cock stuffed inside her was so surreal. Her once pretty pussy was now a gaping hole covered with white creamy froth, I am sure a mixture of male and female cum. How long had they been going at it?

The next few moments were a blur of body parts as the three men - once disengaged from my wife's three orifices - managed to grab as many clothes as they could reach and flee past us, out the front door. She didn't even try to cover herself. Perhaps because they had grabbed her clothes with theirs in their rush to leave.

My wife started to pull herself up on the couch, but I told her to stay where she was. I figure if my son and I weren't allowed to eat or drink in the living room, she surely shouldn't be allowed to stain the furniture with her cum filled ass. I swear I could hear the cum churning inside her as a steady flow dripped from her crotch.

It was obvious she was drunk, but she was trying real hard to not show it as if that would matter now. From her messed up hair and smeared lipstick, I thought to myself how each guy must have gotten in some good face fucking tonight.

The calm conversation to follow would have been laughable if not for the circumstances or perhaps because of the circumstances. It was as if we came home to merely find her watching the TV.

"So you decided to come back tonight".

"Yea", I replied. "We ran into problems at the cabin."

When she asked what kind of problems, I went into the flooding and all the rest. "That's too bad. Guess you will have to go back then."

"Yea. In a week or two. I will call up there next time."

"That's a good idea".

As I looked around, I saw what I assume was cocaine lined on the dining room table. "So you do coke now?"

"Well, yea. Bob brought it." I knew her boss's name was Brian, so I followed up with, "So you've known Bob for a while then?"

"No, he and Double-J flew in this afternoon."

"I see."

By this time I am sitting on the chair and my son has found his way to a rocking chair at the end of the couch. Lisa is now sitting up. After at least a minute of silence I restart the conversation.

"Guess you can stay here tonight but probably be best if you were gone tomorrow."

I see the tears well up in her eyes. "I have nowhere to go. You know that."

I am starting to feel a little mean. "Can't stay with Brian?"

"You know he's married".

"Yea. I did know that. Suppose his wife knows where he was tonight?"

"She left right after the buffet. She had a headache. He told her to get some rest and to not wait up".

"That worked out then I guess."

More silence.

I look over at my son, still staring at his mom. I try to read his emotional state: Disappointment. Humiliation. Sorrow. Anger. And something else ... Lust.

I break the silence. "So you think we should let you stay?"

She's crying now. "I messed up. It won't happen again. I don't want to leave."

I walk over and have her stand. I pull her arms down to her sides. No covering up at this point. The cum stains around her mouth, in her hair, and down her legs are quite noticeable when this close.

I motion to my son. "Come help me decide what we should do with her". As he approaches, she stares ahead at nothing in particular. The tears have all but gone as she accepts her fate.

She grimaced as I reached out and grabbed her swollen nipple. I may have been a bit rough. "I would definitely miss these. You will be lucky to find a set as nice as these. 34DD. With little sag and nipples that just beg to be sucked on. Go ahead and check them out. 100 percent natural." My son is obviously excited. He reaches up and cups one of her breasts - as if to guess its weight.

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