Author's note: This has absolutely no redeeming value. It has precious little in the way of a plot or character development. Most, if not all, of the characters are not even remotely likeable. In short, it is pretty much what you have come to expect from me.
I'll start with a confession. I am a slut. I know I'm a slut and furthermore I enjoy the hell out of being a slut. All it took for me to become a slut was to graduate from high school and go off to college.
I was a good girl all through high school. I dated a lot and I did make out with my dates. There was a lot of touching and feeling, but it was all with clothing between the hand and what it was touching.
The closest I came to 'being bad' was in high school on prom night. For a couple of years I had been listening to my girl friends telling me how great sex was and how much they loved the orgasms they got. I'd been dating Ralph Mellon for three months and when he asked me to the prom I accepted and decided that on prom night I was going to experience what my friends were telling me about. I was ready. I was more than ready. I'd even swiped some condoms from my parent's bedroom in case Ralph didn't have any of his own.
The night started out great. The prom was fantastic. I looked great in my prom dress and Ralph looked like a total hunk in his tux. We hit an after prom party and that is where the night went to hell. Ralph got blind, stinking, shit faced drunk and I ended up having to take a cab home. I had to wake my dad up to get the money to pay the cab driver. My dad was not pleased. I was forbidden to date Ralph anymore, not that it mattered because I was so pissed at Ralph I wouldn't have dated him again anyway.
I made it halfway through my freshman year in college before I met a guy I wanted to date more than once. I dated Ryan a half dozen times and I finally decided to give him my 'pearl of great price.'
We had gone out to dinner and then had gone to a party that he knew about. After some drinks and a lot of dancing I flat out asked him if he could afford a hotel room. "I can do better than that" he said and he took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom toward the back of the house. Once inside he told me to leave the lights off or they would show under the door and people would know someone was in the room and make a pretty good guess as to what was going on. They might even stick around to see who would come out. He told me to lock the door and that he would be right back and would knock three times. A couple of minutes later I heard the three knocks and I let him in. He came in and handed me a fresh drink and then we undressed each other.
I was nervous. I knew what was about to happen and I wanted it, but it was my first time. I closed my eyes, took a sip of my drink and a deep breath and then I kissed Ryan. Our tongues played with each other and his hand went down to rub my pussy. I moaned and he said:
"You are ready for this aren't you? You ready for me to fuck you?"
"Yes baby; I want you" I moaned.
He kissed my neck and rolled my nipples between his fingers and I reached with my hand and took hold of his cock. I ran my hand along it and he said:
"Put it where you wanted baby."
I spread my legs wide and pulled his cock until the head of it touched the entrance to my pussy and moaned:
"Do it Ryan; do it!"
He pushed a little and I felt him ease into my soaking wet pussy. I pushed up at him and he went in a little deeper. I had expected my first time to hurt a little, but it didn't. The hairbrush handles and other hard things I'd used to masturbate with must have opened me enough. Ryan pushed slowly at first and I told him to go faster. He began fucking me hard and I was pushing back up at him and it felt so god damned good that I was kicking myself for not doing it sooner.
I felt the heat building up inside of me and I began to shake.
"Oh yes baby, oh yes! Fuck me" I moaned as I clawed at his back. I was moaning and shaking and then I felt it. My orgasm came crashing down on me as I felt his cock pulse inside me. I clung to him as he filled me with his cum.
I was lying there panting and loving the warm feeling that an orgasm leaves you with when Ryan said that he had to go pee and would be right back. Three minutes later he was back and he moved over me and pushed his dick into me. I was amazed that he had gotten so hard again so fast. He did me much harder and much faster than he did the first time and he got me off twice before he finished. I was kicking myself for not having started back when my girl friends told me how great it was.
He got up to use the bathroom again and I wondered (remember – this was my first time and I had no clue how men were after sex) if having sex did something to the male that made him have to go to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later he was back and ready to go again.
As his hardness slid into me and I wrapped my legs around him I started thinking that something wasn't right. I didn't know much about boys, but I had heard that it takes some time for one to recover. I was stretching to reach the light when my fourth or fifth orgasm hit me and I wrapped myself around him and hung on. When he softened and pulled out I sat up and turned on the light and saw that the guy who had just fucked me wasn't Ryan.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in here?"
"I'm Joe and Ryan told me that there was a girl in this room pulling a train and so I joined in."
"Get the hell out of here" I yelled as I stood up and pulled on my thong.
"Okay, okay; no need to get pissy. You enjoyed it as much as I did."
I grabbed the table lamp off the table and he turned and headed for the door. The problem was that I had indeed enjoyed it as much as he did. A minute after Joe walked out Ryan walked in with a fresh hard on leading the way. I put the lamp down, smiled at him, and told him to lie down on the bed so I could give him my first blow job. He lay down, stretched out and smiled up at me. I grabbed up the table lamp and smashed him right in the crotch. He howled and grabbed his genitals and I hit him another three or four times as I called him every name I could think of.
I dropped the lamp and walked out of the room to find a half dozen people there who had been attracted by Ryan's yells. I looked at them and then I said:
"If any of you are friends of that piece of shit give him a message when he stops crying. Tell him if he ever comes with in five feet of me again I'll cut his cock off with a dull knife."
I saw Joe standing behind the crowd and I walked over to him and said: "I need a ride home."
He looked at me for a couple of seconds and then said, "Let's go."
Once in the car he said, "What's the deal? Ten minutes ago you were ready to brain me with a lamp and then boom, you are asking me for a ride."
I told him what Ryan had done to me and how pissed and upset I was to find him with me instead of Ryan.
"It was only supposed to be Ryan; not Ryan and others."
"Wow! Your first time. I never would have guessed it from the way you were with me."
"I just can't believe that Ryan would do that to me."
"Ryan has been trying to get into the Phi Delta Theta fraternity and there were a bunch of Phi Delts at the party and I guess he was trying to make points with them. It will probably backfire on him on him though."
"They are a pretty uptight group and when I tell them what he did and that you weren't a part of it they will probably blackball him and if they do no fraternity on campus will touch him."
"You will tell them? Are you a Phi Delt?"
"No, but my brother and two of my cousins are. Where do you live? You need to point me in the direction."
I looked at him without speaking for a couple of seconds and then said, "Did you mean what you said earlier? The part about enjoying it I mean?"
"Of course I did."
"Then maybe you could take me someplace other than home because to tell you the truth I did enjoy it very much."
That was the start of my off again on again relationship with Joe. We would date and fuck like bunnies for a couple of months, get in an argument and split up. We would date others and then somehow end up together again. Since I liked sex I was putting out for those I dated when Joe and I were apart.
I had a reputation as 'easy' but even though I'd had a bunch of different guys I hadn't reached 'slut' status yet. That came in my junior year. I was back with Joe and we were double dating with his brother and his brother's fiancée. We had gone to dinner and then to a movie and after the movie we decided to go back to the three bedroom house that Joe shared with his brother and one of his cousins and play some cards.
We played four handed poker for a while and maybe an hour into the game there was a hand were I and Joe's brother Mack folded and dropped out. Joe bet and Francine (Mack's fiancée) said:
"I've got you beat, but I'm out of money."
"So put up a blow job instead of money and call."
"Okay. One blow job" and she turned over her cards to show four sevens. Joe stood up, unzipped and took out his cock and then he turned over his cards. Four jacks! Francine looked at Joe's meat and shrugged. "A bet is a bet" she said as she got up and went over and went to her knees in front of Joe and took his cock in her mouth.
I looked over at Mack with an incredulous look on my face. Mack saw the look and said:
"She's your fiancée."
"And he's my brother."
"But she's your fiancée."
He shrugged. If I was in the right frame of mind I would have gotten up and walked out of the place, but I wasn't in the right frame of mind. I was pissed! That was my date that Francine had her lips wrapped around and the asshole was feeding his dick to her like I wasn't even in the room.
Did I mention that I was pissed?
"Fuck this" I said as I turned to face Mack. "She's not the only one in this room who can give blow jobs" and I stood up and moved over to him. He already had his cock out by the time I got to him and I bent at the waist and took him in my mouth and started to work on him. After about a minute Mack said:
"Blow jobs are nice, but I would much rather put my cock in a pussy instead of a mouth."
I stood up and said, "This is your place so you know where the beds are. Lead the way."
Five minutes later Mack and I were naked and fucking up a storm. He got me off just before he came, but I was wound up and I wanted more. I swung around and went down on him and went to work. He was just starting to show signs of life when my hips were grabbed and a cock started to push in me. I turned to tell Joe to get the fuck away from me and saw that it wasn't Joe. It was his cousin Dave. Well, I'd wanted more so I let Dave continue what he was doing and went back to work on Mack.
From the doorway I heard Joe's voice. "Damn it Dave; get away from her. That's mine."
I took my mouth off Mack long enough to say, "Ignore him Dave. You are doing just fine" and I went back to sucking on Mack.
Joe came over and started to pull Dave off of me and I took my mouth off of Mack again.
"Leave him the fuck alone Joe. You were in such a fucking hurry to get your dick in Francine's mouth so you can just go back to her. It will be a cold day in hell before you get anymore of me."
I looked at Dave and said, "Ignore him baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
I went back to working on Mack's cock and Dave did just what I'd asked him to do. He came in me and then he and Mack traded places. I don't know how many times I came, but I hoped that Joe saw every one of them and realized what he had given up for a blow job from Francine.
Mack shot his load in me and then got up and said he needed to go and check on Francine. Dave pulled his cock out of my mouth, rolled me over on my back, put my legs up on his shoulders and then he fucked me hard. While he was pounding me Mack came back with Francine and they got on the bed beside us. Francine started sucking Mack's cock and when she got him up she moved over him and his cock slid right up inside her as she started fucking him cowgirl.
Dave came in me and then rolled me over on top of him and held me while his cock went soft. We laid there and watched Francine fuck Mack. When Dave became so limp that he fell out of me he rolled me over again and offered his soft cock to Francine's mouth and she wrapped her lips around him with absolutely no hesitation. I leaned on an elbow and watched the three of them as I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into.
Whatever it was, I liked it.
Mack finally came in Francine and she got off him and pushed Dave down on his back. She had gotten him back up and she mounted him and rode him. Mack laid there watching, his limp dick lying on his leg. I saw it twitch and I moved over to him and took him in my mouth. I wanted more and I tried like hell to get him up, but Mack was done. He didn't have another fuck left in him and I knew that when Francine got done with Dave he wouldn't be worth much either.
I was really, really, really tempted to get up and go looking for Joe, but I'd told him that it would be a cold day in hell before he ever got any more of my pussy and I'd meant it. I ended up playing with myself while I watched Dave and Francine.
When they were done I told Dave that I needed a ride home. He told me that he would do it in the morning and then he took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I had been right. He didn't have anything left and we fell asleep together.
When he dropped me off in the morning he said, "I had a great time last night. Any chance we can do it again?"
"Just you and me or all of us?"
"However you want it."
I thought about it for a moment or two and then said, "Tonight. All of us."
I thought about it for another couple of moments and then said, "Including Joe."
And just like that I was a slut.
For the rest of my junior year I pretty much lived at the house and Dave, Mack and Joe kept me busy. Most nights it was me and Francine on the bed next to each other as the three guys moved between us. It was almost always two of them on one of us while the other took care of the third man.
A month before the end of my junior year Chris, another cousin, joined us. It got really nasty when Francine or I had our 'time of the month' because whoever wasn't flowing had to satisfy four men. I'd been doing anal with Joe, Dave and Mack, but the first time I had to take care of all four while Francine was having her period was the first time I ever had three in me at the same time. It was awesome!!! I loved it.
Mack, Dave and Chris were members of the Phi Delta Theta fraternity and they talked me into going to a frat party with them one night and what a party it turned out to be. There was drinking and dancing and I was having a hell of a good time. Mack took me into one of the bedrooms and he fucked me and then Dave and Chris took a turn. While Chris was doing me some other guys came into the room and one of them stuck a cock in front of my mouth and after only a second's hesitation I took it. It was the start of my first train. I was told later that fourteen guys enjoyed the hell out of me enjoying myself.
After that I pulled a train at the Phi Delta house once every couple of weeks. When I asked Joe about it he looked at me and said,
"What do you mean?"
"You told me that they were a straight-laced bunch and would blackball Ryan for what he tried to do to me way back when."
"What I meant was that they are not a group to use underhanded methods to get girls. A willing girl is something else entirely."
"Thank God for that."
When the summer break came I convinced my parents to let me take summer classes so my senior year would be easier on me. The real reason was that I didn't want to go home for the summer and give up what I had going with the group. How in God's name I never got pregnant I'll never know, but I somehow managed to avoid it.
The first day of classes in my senior year my life was turned upside down. The class was Strategic Management and the guy who took the seat beside me was a guy I had never seen before. He turned to introduce himself to me, our eyes met, and I swear to God a spark jumped between us. People say that there is no such thing as love at first sight, but something happened that day. Professor Holcolm passed around a seating chart and when the guy passed it to me I saw that he had printed Glen Morris in the space for his seat. I filled in my space and passed the sheet on and then turned to him and said:
"So tell me Glen Morris, where are you taking me on our first date?"
"Anywhere you want to go blond girl whose name I don't know."
I offered my hand and said, "Andrea Simms, but my friends call me Andi. Dinner and a movie to start?"
"Tonight work for you?"
That was the start of a relationship that ended up with me saying "I do" the following June.
My meeting Glen put and end to my activities with Joe, his brother and his cousins. Not that I really wanted to stop mind you, but because of Glen I had to. He wouldn't want a cock loving slut for a girlfriend and I fell for him hard enough that I wasn't going to do anything that would scare him away.
As far as scaring him away? I wanted to pull his pants down and fuck him silly on our first date, but I didn't. I wanted him bad, but I decided that the best thing to do was let Glen set the pace. I just hoped that he wasn't one of those "We have to wait until we are married" guys.
I needn't have worried. He didn't try to kiss me at the end of our first date, but he did ask me for a second and I did get kissed on that one. There were several kisses on the third and we spent half an hour steaming up the windows of his car on the fourth. He put a hand on my breast on the fifth and that was the trigger. I put my hand on his cock which was rock hard and straining to be set free from his tight jeans.
He said, "Are you sure?"
"I'm so sure that I don't even want to waste time looking for a bed. The back seat will do fine."
"That's tempting, but I wasn't expecting this and I'm not prepared. I need to get some condoms."
"I don't care about that. I intend to marry you and have your babies anyway so what if we get an early start. Besides, it is the wrong time of the month for me for anything to happen."
"Still, I don't want our first time to be on the back seat of my car."
He drove to a motel and got us a room.
I wanted him in me as soon as we entered the room, but he wasn't having any of that. He believed in foreplay and he was damned good at it. He kissed me from the head on down. He spent time on my breasts, licked my belly button and then ate me to my first orgasm of the night. When I went to repay the favor he held me off.
"Right now all I want is to feel your body surrounding me" and he gently pushed into me. Once he was all the way in he made love to me slow and easy until I started to moan and then he picked up the pace and fucked me through two orgasms before he had his. He eased out and settled down beside me and put his arms around me. It just felt so right and so perfect.
We cuddled for a while and then I moved down and took his limp cock into my mouth and went to work on it. In five minutes I had him ready and I moved over him and took him into me.
We made love four times that night and I got off each time. That was something that had never happened to me before. I'd had plenty of orgasms with Joe and the group, but I'd never had an orgasm each and every time we fucked.
From that night forward Glen and I made love five or six times a week.
I'd run into Joe, Mack or Dave from time to time and they always asked me when I would be coming back and I always told them never, that I'd met the man I was going to marry and that my slut days were over. They always laughed and said:
"You'll be back. Sooner or later you'll be back."
"No way. No fucking way!!"
Francine even called me once and asked me to please come back and help her out.
"They are wearing me out Andi. I need some help."
I kept saying no, but did I want to go back? Bet your buns I did, but I knew with a certainty that if Glen ever found out he would be in the wind and I was not going to let that happen. So no way was I going to do the threesomes and foursomes that I so loved and that I really missed.
A girl with my sexual appetites should never, ever say "No way!"
Glen had a death in the family and he had to fly back to Baltimore. He would be gone for anywhere from a week to ten days. On his third day gone I was sitting at a table in the Student Union cafeteria when Francine joined me at my table. I held up my hand and said:
"No way Francine; don't you even ask."
"I need a favor and it isn't that."
"What is it?"
"My car broke down and I had to have it towed to a shop. Can you give me a ride to the house?"
I hesitated and she said, "Don't worry Andi. There is no one there. Joe and Mack have classes and Dave is working."
"I guess I can do it then."
"Thanks a lot Andi; I really do appreciate it. I need to make a quick trip to the ladies and then we can go."
When we got to the house Francine said, "Come on in and have a cup of coffee with me. We haven't talked much lately and I want to hear all about this wonderful guy that you caught."
I figured that a half hour of conversation over coffee wouldn't hurt so I said okay and went into the house. I sat in the kitchen and watched as she set up the coffee maker to brew. She hit the switch to start the process and then turned to smile at me.
"Welcome back" she said and from behind me I heard, "And it's about damned time that you came back."
I turned and saw Joe, Mack, Dave and Chris standing there as naked as the day they were born and all four were sporting fully erect cocks. I wish I could say that I fought my way past them and fled the house, but of course I didn't. It was a long night and I promised myself that when I left for class in the morning I wouldn't ever be back and that I'd never speak to Francine or any of the guys ever again. If I saw them I would turn and run – not walk, but run – the other way as fast as I could.
I spent every night at the house until two days before Glen was due back. I wanted to give myself time to tighten up because I knew Glen would be horny as hell when he got back and five nights with Joe and the crew had to have opened me up a little.
I must have recovered enough as Glen didn't seem to notice anything when he got back. He wasn't back ten minutes and he was leading me into the bedroom.
I did manage to avoid Joe and the guys for the rest of the year and then Glen and I graduated and were married three weeks later.
Glen and I decided that we didn't want children until we were thirty and more established. We both found jobs that we liked and the next three years slid by.
Things changed somewhat when Glen got a promotion that required him to travel. He would be gone anywhere from three to five days maybe once every three weeks or so.
The first thing to change was our love life. We usually made love five or six times a week and I suffered when he was gone. The second thing was that when he was gone I didn't want to sit at home and stare at the wall or watch the drivel that was on TV. I started stopping after work for drinks with some of the people that I work with. They usually stopped at the Alhambra Lounge which was just down the street from our offices.
The lounge had a live band Thursday through Saturday and a juke box loaded with music to dance to when the band wasn't there. My first night stopping with the crew was the first day of a four day trip that Glen was on. I found that several of my coworkers were party animals and that a couple of the girls were as big of a slut as I used to be. It came as a surprise to me since both Marge and Judy were supposed to be happily married.
We had only been there about forty minutes when Marge went out into the parking lot with a guy who had asked her to dance. The next one to make the trip to a back seat was Judy and I do have to admit that the 'well fucked' look they both had when they came back into the lounge had me remembering my wilder days. Judy had gone out with Jim from the parts department and I couldn't help but wonder – given Judy's well fucked look – what he was like as a lover.
I got hit on by a couple of guys I worked with and by a couple of guys who asked me to dance and I did get hard cocks pushed into me on the dance floor and it did turn me on, but I behaved myself. I had a good time and decided to do it again on the next night.
The next night it was Marge who took Jim out to the parking lot and Judy went out for some backseat time with Fred from Sales. I was asked to dance by several coworkers and lounge patrons and I said yes to anyone who asked. I was felt up, fondled and poked with cocks and I did get turned on, but I again behaved myself.
The third night it was Marge and Fred and Judy with some guy who had asked her to dance. I was dancing with Jim when Marge and Fred left and Jim said:
"I can tell from the look on your face that you are thinking about what a trip outside would be like. Want to find out?"
"No thanks. I'm happily married and my husband takes very good care of my needs."
"But your husband isn't here to take care of those needs right now. Besides, both Marge and Judy are happily married, but they still like to have fun."
While he was talking he had his hands on my ass and was pulling me into his hard cock. I again wondered what kind of lover he would be. I liked the attention I was getting and I did want to keep it coming so I pushed hard into his erection, lifted my face and kissed him. As I pulled my lips from his I said:
The next night was Glen's last night away and I was as horny as a billy goat when I stopped at the lounge. I hadn't gone four days without making love since Glen and I had gotten married and I mean that. Even when Aunt Flo came to visit Glen and I still made love. So I guess you could say that I was primed and ready when Jim asked me to dance. As soon as we hit the floor and he had me in his arms he said:
"You are ready. I can smell it on you."
"Hubby will be home tomorrow. I can hang on that long."
"Maybe I can take the edge off for you."
"I told you I can wait for Glen."
"Okay, but I could still get you off without having sex with you."
"How in the world could you do that?"
"With my fingers and maybe my tongue. Take a trip out to my van with me and I'll show you."
"Oh no. You'll get me out there and I'll have to fight you off. Don't want to be in a position where I have to scream for help."
"No you won't. It wouldn't do my reputation any good for that to happen. I promise to keep it in my pants unless YOU unzip me and take it out and I won't even take your panties off."
"Bull hocky!! No man has that much self control."
Except that he did.
I did go out to the lot with him and we necked a bit to warm things up and he worked my boobs out and sucked on them as his hand moved up my leg. He pushed my panties aside and began finger fucking me. One hand working my pussy, the other working my right breast and his tongue fucking my mouth did indeed take the edge off. He got me off and he kept his cock in his pants. He was true to his word that it wouldn't come out unless I brought it out.
I've never been a cock teaser and I knew damned well that he was going to go home with a bad case of blue balls after what he had just done to me and I wasn't going to have that on my conscience. I worked his cock out of his pants and gave him a hand job. I almost turned it into a blow job, but at the last second I thought better of it. It would be bad enough if the word got around that I had given him a hand job and as it was I would be willing to bet that those who saw me walk out with Jim would think we were fucking.
As I drove home I was wondering why I hadn't. I was ready. I was more than ready and Glen wouldn't ever know. I guessed that the real reason that I didn't fuck Jim was because I knew that once I started I would never stop and that would be just asking for Glen to find out. Having that thought shook me a little. Basically what I'd just thought was that I would have done it if I could have been sure that Glen wouldn't find out. Was the slut that I had banished still around waiting for a chance?
Glen came home to an exceptionally horny wife who did her absolute best to fuck his brains out over the weekend and the next three weeks. At the end of those three weeks Glen was off on another trip, but he would only be gone two nights on it. I stopped after work with my coworkers on both of those nights and despite Jim's best efforts to get me to go out to the lot I managed to behave myself.
Well, kind of sorta. I did let the guys I danced with be a little free with their hands and if a cock pushed into me while dancing I pushed back. I wasn't being a cock tease, at least not in my mind, I was just being practical. When I first started stopping I'd had to pay for my own drinks, but once I loosened up I never had to pay for another drink. That was both good and bad. The good part was that it was easy on my pocket book. The bad was that when I wasn't paying for my own drinks I didn't pay too much attention to how much I drank.
It was on one of Glen's rare five day trips. He left on Monday and wouldn't be back until Saturday and by day three of his trip I was horny as hell. I stopped with the group and had my usual kind of night. I was felt up on the dance floor, had cocks pushed into me and had several invitations to visit the parking lot.
That particular night I wasn't paying any attention to how much I was drinking and I drank too much. Too much to drive home anyway. Fred offered to drive me home and I wasn't thinking too clearly and so I said okay. If I had been thinking clearly I would have called a cab. We turned in to my driveway and I turned to give Fred a kiss on the cheek and thank him for the ride, but he turned his head and the kiss meant for his cheek ended up on his lips. His tongue darted into my mouth and instinctively I sent mine into his.
His arms went around me and we started making out. The kisses got hotter and more passionate and then my bra was undone and Fred was working on my breasts and their super sensitive nipples. I didn't resist when he took out his cock and put my hand on it and I eagerly spread my legs when his hand went after my pussy. I moaned as his fingers entered me and as he finger fucked me I stroked his cock.
I didn't really think about what I was doing. I'd had too much to drink and that combined with my being super horny had me on autopilot. I was humping against Fred's fingers and moaning around his tongue as I worked his cock. Fred broke the kiss, put a hand on the back of my head and ever so gently pushed it down toward his cock. I was just opening my mouth to accept it when he chuckled and said:
"I always knew you were a slut and that I'd eventually get you."
Those words tripped a switch somewhere in my brain and I sat up, grabbed my purse and got the hell out of his car. I was cursing myself all the way into the house for almost fucking up.
At work the next day Fred stopped by my office and said, "Why did you run off last night? It was just getting good."
"Just get away from me Fred and stay away."
"Don't get pissy with me lady; you were enjoying the hell out of it."
"I'd had too much to drink and wasn't thinking clearly. Thank god you called me a slut and woke me up to what I was doing. Too bad for you Fred because you were home free until that comment. Now get your ass out of here and leave me alone and by that I mean from now on. Don't even ask me for a dance when we stop after work. He turned and left. I didn't stop with the group after work that night or the next and when Glen got home I did my best to reduce him to a puddle of jelly.
It was two weeks before Glen went out of town again and I stopped again with the group. I was my usual 'loose' self, but I watched how many drinks I had. I had several bought for me, but I didn't drink all of them. During one dance Jim said:
"Fred said he almost got you. It almost broke my heart. I always expected that I'd be the one you would give it up to."
I was feeling playful and so I said, "That's why Fred only almost got me. Had to save myself for you right?"
"No, not tonight, but maybe some day."
"You are bad. Just plain bad."
Fred took what I'd said to heart and he never again asked me to dance.
The next nine months went by and it was pretty much all the same. I stayed home when Glen was there and stopped with the group when he was gone. I stayed pretty much a good girl; I say pretty much because twice when Glen was gone on five day trips I did end up out in the parking lot for some 'minor misbehaving.' Once I jacked off Jim while he finger fucked and french kissed me and once a really cute guy managed to talk me outside and we did the same thing that Jim and I had done.
It was two weeks after my one year anniversary with the company when my section head called me into his office and asked me how I felt about taking a road trip. The company was forming a team to visit customers and handle service problems, evaluate systems, make recommendations for upgrades and the like.
"We want you on the team. It will mean a raise of twelve thousand a year plus bonuses and you will go on an expense account. The down side is that some of the trips you will be going on will be going on could run as long as two weeks and I know that you are married so what do you think?"
"I want it, but I guess I'll have to talk it over with Glen. Do you need an answer right this minute?"
"No, but I would like to know by the end of the week."
Glen was luke warm to the idea, but we were saving up money for a down payment on a house and I pointed out that the raise and any bonuses I received could go into the house fund and that once we had the house I could quit the job or take a transfer to a different job inside the company. I also pointed out that with any luck my trips might coincide with his so we wouldn't miss much time together. He reluctantly agreed and I took the job.
It worked out that my first two trips did coincide with two of his. The first one was a three dayer at the same time Glen had a two dayer and there was a three day trip at the same time Glen was on a four day one.
It was on my third trip that my life changed. It was a five day trip to Memphis. The team consisted of Jim, Judy, Mike, Mark and me. Every evening after leaving the customer's facility we had dinner together and usually hit the hotel lounge for a couple of drinks before calling it a night. Judy being Judy rarely spent a night in her own room. She was either in Mike's room or Mark's room and on the third night she left the lounge with both of them.
The evenings were no different for me than the nights I stopped with the group when we were home. I drank, danced, got felt up and even swapped tongues a few times. The forth night I was as horny as a billy goat and when Judy left with Mark Jim said:
"Some guys have all the luck."
I laughed and said, "Bullshit! You could have been the one she left with and you know it."
"Maybe, but I'm saving myself for you. Come on; let's dance."
Mike hooked up with some woman who was sitting at the bar and that left Jim and me alone to drink and dance. A couple of more drinks and dances with Jim's hands all over me and I was ready to take him on on our table with everyone watching, but I had just enough sense left to tell Jim that I needed to call it a night before I got stupid and cheated on Glen.
Jim's room was next to mine and so we went up together. I ran the key card through the slot and pushed the door open and Jim said:
"Don't I even get a kiss?"
I turned and offered him my mouth and his tongue snaked in and I automatically responded. It wasn't the first time I had tongue wrestled with Jim and he was a great kisser. How I got from that doorway to my bed with Jim driving hard into me I honestly don't remember, but I do remember pushing back up at him and crying:
"Harder, fuck me harder."
He got me off twice before he came in me. I felt him pulsing in me and I pushed up at him, wrapped myself around him and took him as deep as I could. When he pulled out I was still so horny that I immediately took his cock in my mouth and worked to get him back up. We screwed twice more before falling asleep.
In the morning when I woke up and found a man in bed with me I almost panicked until I remembered what happened. I was in the shower when the wake up call from the front desk came and woke Jim up. The first I knew that he was awake was when he climbed into the shower with me. He took the rag from me to do my back and ended up somehow doing some of the front which ended up with me getting it from behind while I leaned against the shower wall.
As we dressed I asked him to please keep what we had done to himself as I didn't want to get the same kind of reputation that Judy and Marge had and he promised me that no one would ever hear about it from him. That took a load off my mind that lasted all of ten minutes. We walked out of the room and into the hallway just as Judy and Mark walked out of Mark's room and saw us. Jim said:
"Sorry babe; God must not like you this morning."
I saw Mark's face light up and I could tell what he was think – "I'm next."
At lunch time I saw Mark and Mike looking at me and talking and they were both looking at me the way wolves look at a lamb who had somehow managed to escape the safety of the pen. Our flight home didn't leave until 6 a.m. on Saturday so we had one more night to stay and that evening in the lounge when Jim asked me if I was ready for bed I knew what he was asking and I shrugged and said, "Let's go." What the hell; the horse was already out of the barn. It was a very active and enjoyable night and I'm sorry to say I felt no guilt when I boarded the plane to fly home to Glen.
I felt no guilt, but I did feel the need to make it up to Glen and so I didn't leave him alone for the rest of the weekend.