Guilty Pleasure
Copyright© 2026 by RedJohnDoe
Chapter 1: HANDS OFF, Season 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: HANDS OFF, Season 7 - Ten men, one villa and a wife who swears she’ll stay faithful
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slut Wife Gang Bang Double Penetration Oral Sex
On the nineteenth night Dawn Pickering was sitting on the kitchen marble with her husband’s T-shirt torn open and Reece’s fingers in her cunt.
“Listen to that,” said Reece. He pulled his fingers all the way out and pushed them slowly back in, and she could hear how wet she was. “That’s eighteen days of fuck off, Reece, that is. How long has your cunt been like this?”
“Shut up.”
“How long?”
“Since the first week, all right? Oh, fuck. Since the first week. Every night I’ve been up there thinking about your cock. Now will you get on with it?”
“I’m in no rush,” he said.
The marble was cold under her bare ass and his fingers were hot, and it made her crave his warm fingers. Two of them were curled up inside her, pressing on a place she had forgotten she had. Every time they moved, her whole body tightened around them. She had been wet before she ever came into the kitchen. If she was honest, she had been wet since she woke up at three and lay there in the dark, listening to the house and knowing he was down here.
He squeezed one of her tits until the nipple stood out between his fingers. “Look at these. You’ve had these under my nose every morning.”
For eighteen days she had told ten best-looking men to fuck off, and thousands of gamblers, most of them women, had put their wages on her to keep doing it. The first man to get her into bed won a hundred thousand dollars, and if none of them did, the money was hers. The men had to stop any form of physical contact the moment she said stop. That was the rule on Hands Off. Dawn was forty-one, a mortgage broker from Fresno, and she had been married for sixteen years. Nobody before her had lasted past Day 12.
Now he sucked her nipple into his mouth and bit down, and the sting went straight to her clit. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face in harder. His thumb was going round and round on her clit, and his fingers were stretching her open. She was moaning louder than she had ever moaned in her life, and she couldn’t make herself stop. Her thighs had started to shake, and she was going to come already. She was going to come all over his hand in a kitchen with cameras in every corner, one over the fridge, one over the sink and one in the ceiling looking straight down at the marble, and she didn’t care.
“You guys got a good view?” said Reece.
Dawn opened her eyes and saw them.
The other men were standing in the doorway, and more of them were crowding the stairs behind, some in boxer shorts and some in nothing. Marco from New Jersey was there, and Brett from Texas, and Ryan from Portland with his beard, and Kofi. Declan was leaning on the door frame with his arms folded and his cock standing straight up.
She went cold all over, clutching at the torn T-shirt. “Oh, no,” she said. “Oh, no, get out. All of you, get out. Don’t look at me.” She tried to close her legs, but Reece held her knee where it was and kept her spread open for all of them to see her humiliating position.
“You can send them back to bed,” he said, his fingers still sliding in and out of her. “It’s the same word. Say ‘stop’ and they all have to go, and I have to take my hand out of your cunt. Go on, boys. She’s going to say it now.”
Nobody moved. They stood there staring at her tits and at his hand going in and out of her, and she had never been looked at like that in her life, here were all these men staring at her pussy as if there was nothing else in the world. Her face was burning, and her cunt clenched on Reece’s fingers so hard that he felt it and laughed. She was so ashamed, and the worst of it was that the shame only made her wetter, until she could feel herself dripping onto the marble while they watched.
“Would you look at her,” said Declan. “We’ve been listening to you. I told you on the first day I’d see those tits, and you told me I’d be dead first. Well, I’m not dead, am I?”
“Fuck off, Declan. Oh, God. Fuck off.”
“I will not. Ask her, Reece. Ask her does she want me to fuck off.”
“Do you want him to fuck off, Dawn?” said Reece, and rubbed her clit in slow circles, making her hips jerk up off the marble. She opened her mouth to say yes, and what came out was a long, wild moan.
They came in and stood around the marble with their cocks in their hands. Every one of them was hard and pointing at her.
“Look at that. She’s dripping on the marble.”
“Is that your husband’s T-shirt? Poor guy. We’re going to use that as a rag on you.”
“I’ve jerked off to those tits every night, and they’re even better than I thought.”
“You can smell her from here.”
“Do you still think I’m all hat and no cattle, Dawn?” said Brett. “Have a good look at what I brought with me.”
Marco came right up beside her, stroking himself. “Hello, Dawn,” he said. “Are you all right? You look so hot like this.”
She couldn’t answer him, because Reece’s thumb had found exactly the right spot and the pleasure was building low in her stomach, winding tighter until she couldn’t hold it back.
“I’m gonna cum,” she said. “Oh, God, I’m going to ... don’t stop. I’m nearly there...”
Reece pulled his hand out, and the emptiness was so sudden that she cried out, her hips coming up off the marble after his hand in front of all of them. Somebody laughed while her pussy clenched on nothing. “No,” she said. “No, no, what are you doing? You can’t stop there!”
“I know.” He held up his hand, wet to the wrist, and pushed two fingers into her mouth. She sucked them clean like an desperate slut and tasted herself slurping around his fingers, and she didn’t even think about it. “You asked me to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you. You can cum when my cock’s in you and everybody can see you begging for more like a slut.”
The towel came off, and his cock was as thick as her wrist, curving up toward his stomach, so big that Dawn couldn’t look at it without gasping. This was nothing like Greg. Knowing it was going to be inside her any second made her pussy squeeze. Reece dragged her to the edge of the marble and rubbed the hot, smooth head of his cock up and down her slit, sliding it through her wetness so easily, but he didn’t put it in. Every time it slipped away her hips went after it, desperate for something to clench around.
“Look at this cock-hungry slut. She’s trying to get it in by herself.”
Nobody had ever called her that, and she should have been insulted, but the word went right through her, leaving her so turned on she could barely breathe.
“Go on, Dawn, lift your ass up. You can do it.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” said Reece. “You’ll have to tell me. I’m not a mind reader.”
“Please,” she said. “Reece, please put it in me.”
“Say it so they can hear you.”
“Please put your cock in me! Just fuck me. I don’t care who’s looking!”
He pushed, and the head stretched her so wide she couldn’t breathe, burning with a sweet, stretching burn that made her eyes water. Then an inch more went in, and another, and she could feel every bit of it opening her up. It was too big, so fucking big, and she wanted it so badly she was crying. “Wait,” she gasped. “Oh my God, wait. It’s been so long. Greg’s nothing like this. Wait...”
He stopped with half of it in her and held her knees apart.
“Do you want me to stop?” he said.
The kitchen went quiet, the men all around her was looking with their cocks in their hands, until all she could hear was the fridge and her own breathing.
“You only have to say it. Say stop and I’ll pull out, and you can go up to bed. It’s up to you, Dawn. It always has been.”
The door was open, and the cameras were watching her from every corner of the kitchen. She thought about Greg on the couch at home watching this devastated by her betrayal, and about the money, while her pussy stayed stretched around half of his cock, squeezing it. The word she needed was the easiest word in the world, and she couldn’t find it anywhere.
“Don’t,” she said.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop, you bastard. Please. Please don’t stop.”
He drove the rest of it into her, all the way to the base, and she screamed. It filled her so completely that there was no room left in her for anything else. There was no Greg and no money and no cameras, only his cock, and pleasure pouring through every nerve she had as the speakers came on over her head. “Hands Off, Season Seven, has ended,” said a recorded voice. “All bets are now settled. Thank you for playing.”
She heard it, and she knew what it meant was her life is ruined, and she didn’t care at all.
The men cheered and banged on the marble. Reece shoved her knees back by her shoulders and started to fuck her.
He slammed into her from the first stroke. Every thrust went up into her stomach and knocked the breath out of her, and the wet smack of it came back off the walls. Her tits bounced until somebody grabbed one and squeezed it hard. She could feel the head of his cock drag along the inside of her every time he pulled back, and then he slammed in again and hit something so deep that she saw white light.
“Oh, God, it’s so deep,” she moaned. “It’s right up in my stomach.”
She had never been fucked like this in her life. Greg made love to her in the dark, asking if it was all right, and this was nothing like that, because Reece was using her and her body loved being used without respect. She was so turned on to think logically.
“Look at me, Dawn,” said Reece. “Look at me while I’m doing it.” She looked up at him and saw that he wasn’t even out of breath. “Does Greg do this to you? Does he get you up on the side like this and split you open?”
“No. Oh, fuck. No!”
“What does he do, then? Tell them.”
“Nothing. He doesn’t do anything. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me. I’m going to cum!”
“I know you are, you dirty slut. I can feel you squeezing. Go on, then. Cum on my cock in front of all your friends”
It started somewhere deep under his cock and tore through her. She came so hard her heels kicked at the air and her back came up off the marble. “I’m cumming,” she wailed. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming on it!” Her cunt clamped down on him again and again, and she could feel every inch of him through it. They were all watching her face, and she knew how she must look, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back, but she couldn’t stop. When she could see again she was crying against Reece’s chest and saying fuck me.
He pulled out and flipped her over on the marble. Her tits squashed on the cold stone, and her ass was up in the air for all of them to see. She could feel the air on her wet pussy and knew they were all looking at it. Then he rammed back into her from behind so hard her toes came off the floor. “I’m not greedy,” he said. “Who wants this end?”
Marco came around and stood in front of her with his cock in his hand. “Only if you want to, Dawn,” he said.
She looked at his veiny cock, then up at the camera over the fridge, and opened her mouth as wide as it would go, wanting Greg to see it.
His cock was salty on her tongue and got bigger as she sucked it. Every time Reece rammed into her it drove her forward onto Marco until he hit the back of her throat and she gagged. “Sorry,” said Marco, and pulled out. A long string of spit came out with it.
“Don’t be sorry, for God’s sake,” she said. “Just fuck my mouth.”
The whole kitchen laughed at her, and the laughing made her hotter. Marco took her head in both hands and fucked her mouth smearing her face with precum and her saliva. “That’s so good,” he groaned. “All the way down, Dawn. You can do it.”
Brett came up on her left and put his cock in her hand, and when she squeezed it he swore. “That’s it, jerk me off. You don’t know how many times I’ve cum thinking about you.” Somebody was pulling her nipple while somebody else spanked her ass. She had a cock in her cunt and a cock in her mouth and a cock in her hand, and she couldn’t tell anymore where one feeling ended and the next began. It was all hands and cock and heat, and she was pushing back onto Reece without anybody telling her to.
“Look at her backing up on it,” said Ryan. “She can’t get enough, greedy slut.”
“Look at her face. She’s loving it.”
She was loving it, more than she had ever loved anything.
Reece grabbed her hips, going faster. “I’m going to fill you up now, Dawn,” he said. “I want you walking around with it at breakfast.” He rammed in as far as he could and held there. She felt his cock swell and twitch, and then his cum shot up inside her, she could feel its warmness. It set off an orgasm again, and she came while moaning around Marco’s cock, until Marco pulled out and came over her face. When Reece pulled out, his cum ran down from inside of pussy. She felt empty and used, and she loved it. “There you go, Brett,” he said, slapping her ass. “She’s all yours.”
Brett rolled her onto her back, dragged her to the edge and put her legs over his arms, going straight in. “Oh, man,” he said. “She’s so sloppy. I can feel where he’s been. Is that all right, Dawn?”
“Harder, pls.”