Chapter 2

I awoke in the morning to find a huge puddle of cum that had seeped from my well fucked ass the next morning, and I wondered just how many times each boy had made a cum deposit inside of me. I was sure I had cum more than I had ever had in one fuck session, but those boy were like and endless stream.

I climbed from the bed and staggered to the shower and stayed there until the water turned cold. I was totally drained and starving, and the smell of Jessica cooking bacon and eggs brought a smile to me face.

"Sort of wears you out, doesn't it mom. Now you know why I would sleep so long those mornings after you and daddy were out for the evening. Completely draining, but oh so wonderful, right?"

"I can't believe how much endurance those three had. I can't remember any of them going soft until the very end, and that was after they pumped at least a quart of cum inside of me. It's still oozing out of my ass."

Over the rest of the month before most were off to college, Jeff brought more of his friends over, and I can't recall just how many young cocks I sucked and fucked, but I do know it was plenty. Every day that Rick was gone I had at least one, and on most occasions when one left, another came over shortly after.

The week that followed their departure to schools far away was very disappointing to say the least. When Rick was out of town it left me deflated and as expected, quite horny. Yes Jessica and I had our fun together, but it was the thrill I got from fucking others in our wedding bed is what I craved.

The insatiable desire to continue being the cheating slut I was had become made me very irritable, and frustrated and more than once I snapped at someone at work over something stupid.

One evening while I removed the clothes I had worn to work, I stared at my naked image in the mirror. I was still trim and had nice breasts, not great, but nice, there was no fat to speak of, but I could use a little toning up. I began to think how easy it might be to simply stop at one of the many hotels on the way home, take a seat at the bar and wait for some guy to hopefully hit on me.

It seemed like an easy thing to do, but I hated failure and if it didn't work I would be more depressed that I was now. I looked at the row of work clothes in the closet, which mostly consisted of dress slacks, and blouses that were quite conservative, and knew that had to change as well.

Before I spent a ton on money on new clothes, I decided that I should first join a heath club to take off any fat I may have, and more importantly tone my body.

The first day at the health center I was assigned a personal trainer that asked just what my goals were, and he set up a routine for me to reach them. I had no idea just what it took to have killer buns and a very tight and flat stomach, and after the first day I was about to give up until I met a lady a few years older than I that looked absolutely stunning. She showed me the picture the club takes your first day, and the difference was like night and day. She had a similar build as I, slim, but not tight as she called it, and now six weeks later she had a body that was unbelievable. Right then I knew I was determined to follow my schedule and more.

When I finished my six-week, three times a week course, I was more than pleased with the results, as was Rick. My next step was to see a specialist and have my breast enhanced. I didn't need much, I was stuck between a B and C cup, but after toning my body, I was closer to a B, and thought just a little would do wonders, and it did.

Next, an upgrade of my wardrobe to more sexy and provocative clothing that would attract attention was now the task at hand. I left the store wearing one of the outfits I picked out, a short black skirt, a white mohair sweater, and black nylons that were held up by a lacy black garter.

As I walked towards my car, I hear a few comments, comments that told me that I was indeed noticed, noticed in a way that sent a tingle through me as a rush of pride swelled inside of me.

When I got home Rick noticed my new outfit right away, and it didn't take long before he brought me to bed and fucked me crazy, making me cum all over his rock hard cock twice before he finally shot off.

It was his last night before hitting the road again, and even though I had been totally satisfied by the fucking he had just given me, I wanted more, and Friday I was knew that my life would change and I would get what I wanted, and that was to be a total cheating slut of a wife.

The alarm brought me from a very peaceful sleep, and I slid from my bed and walked briskly to the bathroom for my morning shower. As I lathered my body, my hands roamed over my hairless pussy sending little shivers though me as my thoughts were focused on tonight, the night I waited for and planned for the last eight weeks.

When I got home I dressed in the same outfit that turned heads at the mall, and quickly called a cab to take me to one the hotels just off the expressway. I went to the lounge and took a seat at the far end of the bar where I could be seen from any table in the place. I looked down at the short skirt I was wearing and was quite pleased to see that it rode up enough to see the garter at the top of my nylons which should grab some attention. I ordered ginger ale, and the bartended was kind enough to put in a class with an olive and it looked like a martini. Sweet of him I thought.

It wasn't too long before a man sat close by and we struck up a conversation. He wouldn't be my first choice, if I indeed had one. He wasn't very tall and could stand to lose about ten pounds, but I didn't see a ring and if he had a workable cock, I was interested.

As it turned out he was married, a salesman for a major company on the west coast and was in town for a presentation on Monday morning. I was curious just why he fly in on Friday if the meeting was on Monday, and he explained the meeting was so important; he flew in early to insure he wouldn't have any flight problems and be late and to work on his presentation.

I really didn't think much would happen and sort of hoped he would take a hike, but he started getting a bit inquisitive.

"You know I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Jim, and you?"

"Oh silly of me. I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you."

"You just in town for business and staying at this hotel?"

"Oh no, I live a few miles from here. My car acted up and stopped at the dealer across the street. I have to leave it overnight, and was going to call a cab, but I figured after the day I had, I would stop here and unwind a bit. Plus, my husband is out of town until next Wednesday, so there was no rush to go home to an empty house."

"Well I know what that is like, staying in hotels alone for a few days. Nothing to do at night except sit in the lounge or watch the tube. Not much fun being alone, that's for sure. But say, and please don't get me wrong, but I haven't eaten today, trying to lose a few pounds, and I was going to grab a salad, and I would like very much if you would join me. If there is a place close to your house we could go there and it would save you cab fare."

"That is really sweet of you to offer, but why pay for a salad. I have all the fixings at home, and I would love the company, so why not take me home and I'll whip one up for each of us, and we can keep each other company for a while.

"Gosh Sarah, that is really nice of you. I mean we really don't know each other and here you are being so hospitable like this. Thank you, thank you very much, and I accept your offer."

I directed him to the house and although I was a little worried about bringing a complete stranger home with no one there, I kept with my plan.

After we ate I invited him to come out on the patio and we made small talk about our jobs and stuff, and I was beginning to get the idea that this guy was a straight walker and wouldn't cheat on his wife since he was as polite as a choir boy. I figured this was a bust, but also a learning experience, but wasn't quite ready to give up and thought the best way was to get straight to the point.

"So, when you're on the road, does you wife get all upset thinking you're picking up women in the bars, or hookers? I know Rick, that's my husband name, says he never does that, but I know guys, and I am sure he has."

"Well not all guys, he could be telling the truth you know. As far as my wife thinking that, I don't know, she has never said anything like that."

"Have you ever, you know, had a girl while on the road? Don't answer that, I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry. If you have or haven't it doesn't matter to me, it's just my husband is gone, and I'm in the mood, so if you want, you can stay a while and take me to bed. Do you want to fuck me?"

His jaw dropped and he just stared at me for a few moments.

"Sarah, I didn't offer to bring you home for that. I hope you didn't get that idea."

"No, I didn't get that idea at all, but you didn't answer me. Would you like to fuck me? My husband is away, I'm alone and quite horny, so if you don't have a problem with it, I would like to have sex with you, simple as that."

"Is this some sort of trap, or something" A very attractive women like you is willing to get laid by someone she me just a few hours ago?"

"Well to be honest, yes I am willing, and I thank you for the compliment, but I thought I should be honest and straight to the point. I want to fuck and you're here, so if you want to have some fun, then let's do it."

I wasn't sure if he had ever done it before, but he was quick to take me up on my offer. Having him fuck me, was like the old saying about judging a book by its cover, he was good, really good with plenty of staying power.

He had made me cum once and I was getting really close for the second time when he began to fuck me harder and faster, and I knew he was about to blow his nuts.

"Oh fuck Sarah, I going to cum, here it is, oh fuck."

I felt his cock start to throb and glanced at the picture on the wall and my cunt gripped his pulsating cock as another wild orgasm attacked me.

To show my gratitude for a job well done, I moved down and took his flaccid cock in my mouth and got him up again and gave him a pleasing slow blowjob and let him flood my throat with his seed.

That it how my new life started, fucking some guy I had only met less than an hour earlier, and I loved every minute of it and couldn't wait to do it again, and again.

The next few times I was on the prowl, it got easier and easier to pick up men to keep my thirst quenched. One particular evening though, changed everything for the better. I walked into the lounge and took my normal seat, but this was a different bartender, a very sexy bartender that had my juices flowing just by looking at him.

Although this was the first time I saw him, he wasn't new at the job, I was just arrived earlier than normal and he was just about done with his shift. We talked a bit and he sat with me when the regular bartender showed up.

"Hi, I'm Sarah."

"Nice to meet you miss Sarah, I am Fernando."

"I think you are very sexy Fernando. Would you like to have some fun tonight?"

"Ah miss Sarah, you are a lovely lady, but Fernando never has to pay for fun."

"Fernando sweetie, I am not a hooker, and I am not looking to get paid, I am looking to get laid. If you like what you see, then you can have me. No money, and no questions asked. I want you to fuck me, that's all."

"Well, if that is the way it is, then by all means. I have an apartment just down the street, shall we go there?"

"No, it has to be in my bed, at my house. I never do it with someone other than my husband, unless it's in my bed. Deal?"

"You are a married women, and you're looking for someone to play with. Why is that?"

"I am always horny, and he drives a truck and is on the road a lot, like tonight he's gone and I want sex, that's why I asked you."

He not only fucked me silly, he made love to me like I was his princess. He was the prototypical Latin lover to say the least. Nice tight body, and a very impressive piece of meat between his legs that he knew how to use very well. Longer and thicker than any one I have been fucked by, except Mike, which I don't think any man could match, and he me cum quick and hard.

He was really pounding it to me, and I felt my third orgasm build when the sound of the back door shutting cooled him off, and quick. He quickly jumped off the bed when he heard Jessica call out.

"Mom, I'm home. You here?"

Just then she walked into the bedroom and her face lit up as she looked at me on the bed, and over at Fernando standing shyly on the other side.

"Hi Jessica sweetie, how was class tonight? Oh, how ignorant of me. Jessica, this is Fernando, Fernando, this is my daughter Jessica."

Fernando just stood there in stunned silence looking at me and then over a Jessica and I thought he was going to grab his clothes and run form the house naked.

"Relax lover, she hasn't a problem with this, do you Jes?"

"No, not at all. Looks like fun, and I wouldn't mind going a few rounds with him. If he still has any gas in the tank when he finishes you, he can do me a few times."

Fernando was a stud, and fucked us both like a stallion. When he shot my cunt full of his cream for the third time, he stood and shockingly stared as Jessica cleaned my cunt with her tongue.

"Damn ladies, you two are unbelievable. If you two aren't hookers, then you should be. A performance like this is worth plenty, at least five hundred. If you're interested, we could make a little business deal here. I get the customers, and you two do what you did tonight. I keep a hundred, and you get four. Sound good to you?"

The thought of fucking someone for money had never crossed my mind, but if he indeed could get men who just wanted to fuck, it would like a bonus for Jessica and I. We get fucked and get paid for it as well. What could be better?

As it turned out, Fernando was always getting inquires from the businessmen that stayed at the hotel, and had no trouble providing the men. Jessica was eighteen, but with the right clothes on she could easily pass for a fourteen year old, and that really brought smiles to some of those perverts, but also extra money.

By the time winter had fully set in, Jessica and I had made over a hundred grand doing what we liked and did best, fucking strange men, and a few women as well. Our most profitable days were the weekends, where we would entertain as many as ten guys from noon to the wee hours of the morning. We never left the bed except to shower and answer the door when the next arrived.