Chapter 1

Her bag was packed and stored in the car; she'd at least gotten that much of it finished. Now it was the note. She knew that the only way that she'd get through this was to be absolutely honest with Paul.

"He's such a caring, sensitive man," was her thought. It brought tears to her eyes again but she just let herself cry, cry, that is for what she'd ruined in her selfishness. "Too bad," her thoughts went on, he's married to a slut; or at least was married," she added as an after thought She put 'read me first' on the envelope. Then she put a photo in the second envelope, writing 'To be opened after you've read the first note."

She looked at the photo and started to get wet all over again. There she was partially surrounded by men. They were all fully dressed, she, on the other hand, was wearing only a pair of heels. There were hands all over her, her ass, her pussy, her tits, and she was partially leaning over so that she could keep her mouth on someone's cock. But she knew it wasn't someone; no, it was Jackie from high school. She looked in the photo like she was having the time of her life, and to tell the truth, she was. But there was always the getting back to Paul. He didn't deserve this; he certainly didn't deserve to have a wife like her.

"For heaven sake," she whined to herself, "I still remember Jackie's parting words: 'Next time, Linda, it'll be more private.'"

She'd scoffed at the idea of any 'next time' but she knew that it stayed with her, dwelt in her mind, and she'd exchanged numbers with him.

"Oh, there'll be a next time all right," was her final thought.

Then she went back to the note:

"Paul," it began. "I've left; it's late but I'm going to Barbara's. I'm sorry, more than sorry but I've done something that I can't forgive myself for, and have no right to ask you to forgive. I'll tell you this story and then, only then, look a the photo in the other envelope, one of many, I'm afraid. But let me tell you the story."

That's what she proceeded to do. It had been a dinner out with her crazy friend Barbara. As usual, Barbara had regaled her all evening though dinner with stories about her sexual exploits, which there certainly seems to be a great deal of. By the time she dropped me off behind the Legion Hall, where I'd met her, I was really in the mood.

Let me break off here for a moment to talk to you about my deepest, darkest fantasy. All my life, from my teenaged years on I have had a fantasy of being involved in a gang bang. I know it sounds unreal but it was always there in the back of my mind; it was a dark delicious thought but one that I was afraid would never come true. It was also one that I was afraid would come true. My own private dilemma. I never told you about it, Paul love, because I never seriously considered it. It was also part of why/how I was feeling vulnerable that night. Barbara's outrageous behavior, her telling me about it, played directly into the fantasy.It's strange but there it is.

But back to what happened."

(Here the scene changed and, as she wrote, Linda actually lived out again what had happened.: Linda walked to the back of the Legion building, where she parked because it was convenient for her work. As soon as she went around the side of the building, she noticed a group of guys, most of them youngish, at the very back of the lot. They were drinking. As soon as Linda came into view, they kind of greeted her with whistles and some calls. Someone yelled "Hey, the entertainment."

Linda smiled and waved a them, as she moved toward her car. It was then that one of the voices yelled out: "Hey, Linda Wilson; is that you?"

She stopped in her tracks and looked again at the group and realized that the one who was calling out to her and waving was Jackie Hart. She'd gone to high school with him; had had a crush on him in those days. She was surprised to see him.

"Is that really you, Jackie?" she said in wonder, as she took steps in the direction of the guys. There were more whistles and comments as she got near them but Jackie silenced them with an angry word about minding their manners.

He came to her and extended a hand: "Gee, Linda Wilson, it is you; it's been years."

"Jackie," she said with some relish, "Hi, it has been years and it's now Rogers, my married name."

"Well it's a treat to see you," he said to her. They were now standing on the edge of the group of drinking buddies.

"And these are your 'merry men', I suppose," she said with mirth.

"We get together now and again to knock back a few," he answered.

Then he motioned to the group, there were six more of them of different ages, seemingly from about 19 to probably late 20's. He gave her all of their first names. She smiled and greeted all of them. Then Jackie told them that she had been in high school with him and was a kind of old flame of his. There were some cheers and whistles then.

Someone spoke up: "Then you're the entertainment?"

Linda laughed and said: "Hardly; I'm an old married woman."

Another voice: "You don't look old to me."

"Thank you," she said in a coy fashion.

Yet another voice: "It's Jackie's turn to provide the entertainment but he has welshed on us; so, you must be the entertainment."

Linda was grinning at them, and waved to them but Jackie said:

"Don't listen to them, Linda, have a beer with us before you go; they'll all behave."

She hesitated but then took the beer from Jackie and held it up to toast the group:

"To your entertainment," she said. They cheered again.

She looked at Jackie, who said: "Don't pay any attention to what they say about entertainment. They're just letting off steam."

She smiled at him then but couldn't possibly dismiss her own thoughts, which had plunged her into the dark heart of her favorite fantasy. Here was the situation; here were the men, all pretty much gorgeous, and this was her 'gang bang' for the asking. She shook her head to clear it, realizing that she was getting wet between her thighs just thinking of it.

She'd missed what Jackie was saying and had to apologize to him and ask again what it was that he'd said. They talked about the high school days a bit as she finished her beer.

Someone said: "Hey, give her another."

She laughed and answered: "No, thanks, guys; it's not going to work to try to get me drunk. That's just not going to happen."

She had to admit to herself that seeing Jackie Hart was a real turn on for her; she remembered her crush and lusty thoughts that dated back to high school concerning him. As she finished her beer, she pushed out of her mind once more the thoughts that kept pushing her in the direction of truly wanting to be the entertainment, especially if that meant beginning with a blow job for Jackie Hart. This made her laugh.

"What?" he wanted to know.

"Oh, just old thoughts about high school and how much of a crush I had on you in those days."

"Gee," he answered, "I wish that you would have let me know about it; we could have done something about it. Now it's too late."

As she moved toward her car, leaving him and waving to the others, that thought reverberated in her brain: "Now it's too late."

Her little insistent, erotic inner voice said simply: "Linda, honey, you know it's not too late; but you also know that it's now or never."

This hit her harder than she would have believed. It was probably responsible for what she did next.

Someone called out to her: "Aw, come on, Linda, be our entertainment."

She turned then, and went back. They thought that they had maybe gone to far and were very quiet as she reached them.

Not even believing what she was saying she spoke up and said:

"Ok, guys your party but my rules."

They were still silent, struck by what she had said. For her it was almost like hearing herself speak, standing outside of her own body. She recognized instantly that this was the fantasy; that it was going to take place; that it was going to take place here and now. She was slightly torn but knew also, struggling instantly through her tension that she was about as excited as she'd ever ben in her entire life just then.

"First, no cell phones," she began in a kind of bossy voice, "All cell phones are put in this car; no one takes a photo of this."

"Agreed," they all said, and soon the cell phones were in fact deposited in the car's front seat.

"Next," she went on, "We use my camera; the photos are mine and if I want, I'll let you each have copies; if I want." As she said this, she got a small digital camera out of her bag."

"Agreed," they said, this time with greater glee, having gotten beyond their initial shock.

For her part, Linda was now on a roll and just going with it.

One of them broke in at that point saying: "Hey, Jackie, was she always this bossy in high school?"

Jackie turned to him and said: "Burns, the lady is cooperating and she's going to be the entertainment; if your mouth screws it up, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes."

Burns subsided quickly. Linda went on then.

"Next, no one gets naked here, except me," she grinned, they cheered.

"You all stay clothed; I want to be naked."

("There," she thought to herself, "I've said it; finally said it to a group of men, for whom I'm going to take my clothes off and be as slutty as I've always imagined." The very thought gave her pangs of conscience right then and there but she was in this now and couldn't, nay, wouldn't back out.)

"Last," she said in a quieter voice: "Everyone gets laid, everyone gets their cock sucked." Once she'd completed that, she grinned at them again and they cheered again.

She looked around and eyed Burns, who'd spoken up; she winked at him and said:

"Hey, soldier, come and help a girl out; she can't very well get laid with her dress on, can she?"

Burns smiled and came up behind her, as she turned her back and faced Jackie Hart.

"And you," she said decisively, "I've wanted to do this since high school."

As she was saying that, she pushed him back so that he was leaning against and on the hood of a car. Burns was working, simultaneously, on the buttons on the front of her dress. He got it unbuttoned to her waist and she shrugged, letting the dress slip down her front. They clapped in rhythm for her. With a kind of a shimmy, she sent the dress cascading to the floor, standing now in front of the circle of 7 men, gathered around her, in her pink panties and bra and her heels.

She briefly bowed to them and 'yipped' as Burns now had her bra off. She shook her tits loose and they made appreciative comments about the size of Linda's tits and her nipples.