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My Wife Becomes Whore to a Gang Ch. 02

It was a month since my wife Michelle had asked me to allow her to play out her fantasy and become a whore. It had started out innocently enough with some flirting with a college guy in a bar. But she had been approached by a pimp that night and after a little romancing and sweet talk he had taken her back to his own gang's bar where she was quickly turned into a whore. As many pimps seem to have, Jose exerted some spell over her. I had asked Michelle about it and she said simply that he had the best cock she had ever experienced. He could give her an orgasm just by kissing her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear while rubbing her between her legs. Certainly Jose was lucky enough to find himself in the situation where he was fulfilling her fantasy. She had always wanted to be turned out, and he had done it to her.

My phone buzzed at 5am Saturday morning. "Come get me." I knew where she was, probably somewhere on the street near the bar that the gang operated out of. I got in my car to go get her. There had been changes in her over the last month. Her calfs had gotten stronger and more pronounced, mostly from spending so much time on her feet walking up and down the street in her six inch hooker heels. Her ass had gotten tighter and more round, also from the walking in the high heels. Overall she had lost about seven pounds from her frame, and was down to about 130. The weight loss was mostly in her face and legs. She already had a nice stomach and there was no losing any weight from her 34-36 DDs. She also stopped doing anything to her hair other than putting it into a simple pony tail or letting her long blonde hair fall to just above her waist. The effect was to turn this 40 year old milf from a really good looking woman into a stop traffic head turner. She was not built for sex and sex is what she was getting and giving. Lots of it. I had seen some phone videos over the past month of guys fucking her doggy style and pulling on her pony tail which seemed to drive her crazy with lust.

The other change beside her appearance was in how she was living her life. In the course of one night she went from convincing me she was going to fulfill her fantasy by flirting with a guy while dressed like a hooker, to actually becoming a hooker and fucking and sucking off numerous guys, including the guy who pierced her tit and a few of the gang's thugs who watched over her as she walked the streets, all the while trying to get a piece of her ass for themselves.

Since that night she continued to wear the gang emblem in her pierced tit, including when she went to work. She also continued to be at Jose's beck and call, getting off work and coming home at 7pm only to be called out to meet an important client or to walk the streets in front of the bar or to work in the bar and get fucked by whomever had the cash to pay for her ass. She was often tired and had a bit of a haggard look to her. She was working hard. When she came home from a night out of being a whore she was often hung over, having been drinking or given some X or smoking a laced joint. She also smelled from cigarettes although in our real life she didn't smoke, she often played with a cigarette, sitting at a bus stop or leaning against a lamp post swaying her ass and smoking as guys walked by.

I drove about a half a block away from the front of the bar and parked our car. I saw her stagger out of the bar drunk. A big guy, probably no more than 20 had his arm around her waist and was squeezing her ass. As always she was wearing a tight sheer black skirt with no underwear that she continually had to struggle to pull down so that her ass didn't show as she swayed on her high heels. She was also wearing a tight sheer red tank top and her breasts jiggled as she walked. You could see her gang pendant hanging from her pierced nipple through the shirt. She had confided in me that the pendant constantly kept her nipple aroused at work and a few times she had to go into the bathroom and play with herself to relieve the sexual tension. As always she sent a few pictures of her tits or her pussy to her pimp throughout the day to let him know she was thinking of him.

Michelle walked a few steps away from the guy, seductively swaying her ass as she walked and then stopping and looking over her shoulder with her hands on her hips as she wiggled her ass even more. She was pretending to pout because he didn't come after her. The guy high fived his friend who was with him, and then walked after her, he pulled her back to him and I saw her sink into his arms as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She ground her ass into his crouch and I could see both his hands feel her up over her tank top as he nuzzled her ear. I could see that her knees were dirty. She had obviously spent a lot of time on them that night.

As she had sometimes done in the past few weeks, Michelle reached into her small silver hooker's purse that she carried and pressed the button on her phone to call my phone so I could hear what was going on. I watched them walk over to a new Cadillac Escalade and they both got into the back.

There was some fumbling and then I heard Michelle: "Oh baby, I been looking at you all night."

"You want it?""

"Yes."

"Beg, ho."

"Mmmmm let me get it out. Ohh baby, it's big. Wow. I'm a lucky ho."

I could see Michelle bend her head down but then her head came back up.

"I said beg."

"I want it. Your cock is so beautiful. Can I kiss it? Please. Please let this whore kiss your cock. Mmmmm there....oh it tastes so good. Let me suck it. Please please?

I could here some more fumbling. "Oh you want some tit first? Take it baby. Take the tits. You paid for them. Take this ho any way you want. I'm yours."

It turned me on to hear my wife beg to suck some stranger's cock just like it turned me on to see her shake her ass as she walked up and down the street. What worried me was that she had taken this whole thing way too far.

I could hear the guy sucking on her tits and I knew this turned her on.

"Baby. Let me suck it. I need it."

I saw Michelle bend her head down and for the next ten minutes I could see the back of her head bob up and down as they guy leaned back and enjoyed his blowjob. Then I saw her head pop up.

"You want to fuck your ho baby?"

"Maybe, lets talk a bit. You seem a bit old to be a street walker."

Michelle laughed. "Actually I do it part time. I have a separate life. I do this for the sex not the money."

"Really?"

"Yeah sugar, but come on you're my last for the night. Lets have some fun. Tap this whore's ass."

It was strange for me to hear Michelle talk like a common street slut but she had picked up all the lingo in the last few weeks and seemed to effortlessly shift from lawyer to street whore and back again.

"Wait a second. Tell me more. If you don't need the money, what do you do."

"I work in an office."

"How old are you?"

"How old are you sugar?"

"20 Tell me how old you are."

"How old do I look?"

"About 30."

"Well sweetie, I'm 40. I turn 41 in two months. Now you wanna fuck this cougar or can I finish sucking that beautiful cock of yours."

"I love older woman. I'd love to take you to some fuck motel and have some real fun with you."

"Baby. I'm getting off from a long night. Jose had me walking the street for hours until I made him three grand. Then I've been in the bar and you saw what was going on. I had to fuck two of Jose's homies for free and then there was that party and the three guys. I was lap dancing them for about an hour before I blew two of them. The third guy paid to fuck me and I rode his cock. I'm tired. I'd love to go to a motel with you, but not now."

"Will you give me your number."

"Hmmm...you gonna treat me nice?"

"Yeah. "

"Will you romance me a bit buy me some sexy clothes and perfume?"

"Sure. "

"So you want this 40 year old ho to be your girlfriend?"

The guy laughed. "I don't about that. Maybe we could start as friends with benefits."

"I want a guy to be my boyfriend." I could hear Michelle pouting. But what was she doing? She was already on call to her pimp 24 hours a day, and now she was trying to set up a relationship?

"Well, you suck my cock real good and then make a date with me at the motel and show me how good a fuck you are and we'll see."

I could hear Michelle murmur as her head went down on her guy. "I'm good baby. I'm a great fuck. I will make you fall for this slut milf. And then when I'm not working I can be in your arms sucking your cock and fucking you when ever you want. Do it baby. Cum for me. Ummmmmm...."

After the guy came I heard Michelle give him her phone number. "Whatever you do don't tell Jose. He'll beat my ass if I go behind his back."

A few moments later I saw Michelle get out of the car and light a cigarette. She turned her phone off and started walking her slutty walk towards me, shaking her ass as she walked. A car drove by and beeped and I saw Michelle stop and walk over and lean in the passenger's window. A few minutes later she stood up and put her tits which she had let the guy in the car take out back into her shirt. I also saw her put a 20 into her purse.

She got into the car. "Boy am I beat. Drive me to the bar baby, I got to give Jose this 20 then we can go home."

I drove up to the bar and Michelle got out. She turned on her phone. I heard her ask a few people where Jose was and then all I could hear was some loud music. Then I heard some doors open and the music died and she must have gone into a back room. It was quieter and I could hear her heels clicking across the floor.

"Watcha doin here ho? I heard Jose ask.

"I got stopped baby after I took care of that guy in his car."

"And whatca got for me?"

"Jus 20 baby. The guy just wanted to play with my tits."

"And you came back to give me my 20?"

"yes baby. You my man."

"Bitch, I told you, if they stop you gotta close the deal. Get them to agree to a blow job. Stop putting your tits in the window. I know it turns you on but you my bitch and I need you makin me money."

"I'm sorry baby. I won't let it happen again."

"Give me 80."

"What?"

"You owe me 80 ho. You got it on you?"

"No baby I don carry no money. You told me not to."

"Ok ho. You owe me 80 out of your own money when you see me next."

I heard Michelle walk away and then I heard Jose call her back.

"Bitch, DJ here says you owe him some pussy." I knew DJ. He was a large teenage gang member. He had to be 6'7 and 300 pounds. I had seen him stop Michelle on the street the first night she was out and she promised to let him fuck her the next day before she took him into a car and blew him. She confided in me she was afraid of him. Not that he would intentionally hurt her, but he wasn't that smart and he had a huge cock and he was an animal when she was blowing him. Pulling her hair, pawing at her tits and his cock was so wide it stretched her mouth. She worried he would stretch her out if he got a chance to fuck her. Plus he was heavily muscled and she thought he would be able to go a long time.

I heard Michelle's heels click over the floor. "He DJ baby. I did promise you some pussy. I'm sorry baby. Let me take you in the back and give you some relief."

"No way. You promised me pussy. You gonna fuck me ho?"

Michelle spoke to Jose. "Baby I'm done worn out. My pussy, she's sore. Let me blow DJ and we'll work it out later." I heard Jose laugh. "Convince him yourself. You owe him."

I could hear Michelle walking and then I heard her say "let me in you lap baby. There. Here. Give me your hand, take some tit. Oh yeah baby I love it when you pull my nipple. Baby, here's the thing. My pussy is sore. And your cock is so big. I can't fuck you, but I will suck you dry."

"No way ho. You lied to me before. I want your pussy or your ass."

I heard Michelle putting small kisses on DJ. "Come on baby. One more time. You know I sucked you dry."

"No."

"Please baby. Then you can tap this ass twice. It's all yours. Just let me rest tonight."

"Come home with me."

"What?"

"Come home to my crib and blow me and I'll let you sleep, and then in the morning your pussy and ass are mine." There was a pause. "For as much as I want. All weekend."

Michelle spoke to Jose. "Jose, I really need a break." I heard Jose laugh. "You got yourself into this ho, now get yourself out. Fuck my big guy now or he gets your ass all weekend."

"Ok." I heard Michelle sigh. "I'll go home with you."

"Blow me now first. And beg me to fuck you."

I heard Michelle get to her knees and I heard her pull his zipper down.

"Oh my baby. What a big cock. I'm gonna suck you dry and then you're gonna fuck me all weekend."

"Beg me ho."

"Please baby. Please take your ho home and tap this ass."

"Whose ass?"

"My ass?"

"Wrong answer ho."

"Your ass baby. This ho's ass is yours. This bitch's pussy is yours. You the man. You own it. You got yourself a private ho all weekend."

"Ok ho. Now suck."

About twenty minutes later I saw Michelle sashay out of the bar and she walked over to my car. "You heard what happened?"

"Yeah" I said. "I don't like it."

"I'm stuck honey. This guy is so big. You can't stop him. I have to go."

"Call me if you need me to call the police."

"I'll be ok honey. I think I can control him if I keep him satisfied. Want me to send you some videos on the phone?" I looked down and felt embarrassed. "Yeah."

"Tell me again" I said. "You want to be like this?"

"For a while sweetie. Until I get it out of my system. I will be home Sunday night and I'll call when I can."

I watched her sashay off, still shaking her ass as she walked to DJ's car. But her head was hanging down and she look worried. For the first time I saw indecision in her face. She had just given her body to a 6'7 heavily muscled 19 year old with raging hormones, he now had his own 40 year old whore, and a desire to live out his fantasies. I wondered if she would be ok.

I saw her get into the car and in a few moments I saw her head go down. She had just blown him 20 minutes earlier and he was hard again. She was in for a long weekend.

My phone buzzed the next afternoon. It had been over ten hours since I had last heard from Michelle. "Check ur emai. I am ok" said the text.

I went to the email and saw several emails from a strange address. It had to be DJ's. There were several videos. I started with the first.

Michelle was lying naked on a big bed. It had to have been a custom made bed. The sheets were purple and looked silk. Michelle looked tired.

"Hey. We just woke up. Thought you might...." Her sentence was cut off as a massive hand grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head down to his crotch.

"No more talkin bitch." I saw Michelle take a massive cock in her mouth. Just as she had described it, the width of it stretched her mouth. After a few moments she pulled it out. Her mouth was sore from being stretched. She began to kiss it and lick it. I saw another massive hand reach around and grab her tit and begin to flick her nipple. She began to kiss and lick the massive shaft and moan.

She was between his massive rock hard legs and her face was turned to the side so it faced the camera.

"You're so big baby. I love this cock so much." A few small kisses and then a long lick and then he put the tip into her mouth and pushed, stretching her mouth as I saw her lips lock around the cock and her cheeks inhale as she sucked.

After a few minutes he pulled his cock out.

It's time. I get my pussy."

Michelle gave the cock one long slobbering lick and then climbed on top of DJ straddling his massive cock. I heard her moan and the saw her begin to bob up and down as DJ had each of her tits in one hand. Then the screen went blank.

The next video was 20 minutes of her from the back, sitting on his cock, bobbing up and down. Twice she had an orgasm arching her back and stretching her arms high in the air as DJ pulled and tweaked her nipples which I knew increased her orgasm. Eventually she slumped forward on to DJ and he began to buck his hips and I could see he was close to cumming. I saw some beads of sweat run down her back and then the screen went blank.

The next video was the worst or the best depending on how you view it.

The time frame showed that it was 75 minutes after she had ridden his cock.

Michelle was on her hands and knees. Her ass was in the air. She was wearing her 6 inch whore heels and nothing else. DJ was a massive presence behind her. He had a big hand on her tit that had been pierced and he was alternating between squeezing her tit and pulling on the medallion hanging from the silver bar in her pierced nipple.

Michelle looked like a wreck. Her hair was matted in sweat. Makeup was running down her face.

Behind her DJ rhythmically pumped her, smacking her ass every few minutes and pulling her hair.

"Oh...uhh...he's....uhh..been fucking me....uh ....for the last forty minutes....uhhh...uhh...ahhh....and he won't stop....uhhh....he's rock hard....and uhh...uhh... he won't stop....I keep....uhh...cumming and he just won't stop.....uhh...ahhh.....

Sweat was running down off her face. The tension of being fucked so hard could be seen in the lines on her face. Her face was flushed red from her orgasms, and there were veins throbbing in the side of her neck. Behind her I could see sweat run from DJs massive chest down on her back. Still he kept up the rhythm.

"Oh I can't take it. He has to stop. Not again. Uhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I saw her arch her back as DJ pulled her hair pulling her head back.

"You cumming ho?"


"Oh yes. Fuck yes. Oh fuck. I can't take it. I'm cumming again. Oh please stop."

DJ smacked her ass.

"Don't tell me to stop whore. I'll fuck you all day like this."

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You my man. Take this whore and fuck her. Just please cum. Please baby. I need to rest."

"I fuckin own you bitch."

"Oh you do you do. I am owned by you."

"Anybody ever fuck you this good?"

"No. Never."

"If I buy you from Jose you be my bitch?"

"Yes. Buy me. Make me your private whore. I fuck and suck only you. You will own me."

My wife was giving her self to a 19 year old thug. I couldn't stand the thought of it.

"You want me to cum ho?"

"Oh yes baby. Please cum for your whore. Please please."

"Then give me your ass ho."

Slowly DJ pulled out his massive cock. Michelle slumped to the bed lying on her stomach and face. Her stringy, sweaty blonde hair hanging down over her shoulder and down her back. He ass was raised in the air and it was quivering. Her hands were stretched out in front of her gripping the sheets. I could see her long red nails pushing into the sheets and mattress.

"Ask me to fuck your ass whore."

"I've never...no one's ever....taken me there."

DJ smacked her ass and she raised it higher.

He put his cock in the crack and rubbed it back and forth. I saw Michelle raise her ass and begin to meet his thrusts.

"Please" she whispered. "Please fuck your whore's ass. Take this ass and make it your ass DJ. You will own this ass. Tap this ass. Make me your whore."

Michelle reached around and guided his massive cock into her ass slowly. DJ was being kind. He was not pushing hard and not tearing her apart. Michelle bucked her ass to meet his thrusts and the two soon established a rhythm. And with each thrust more of his cock disappeared. Michelle moaned softly. A few times she had DJ stop and he did, waiting until she was ready to go again. At one point he put a hand around to her face and out out a finger and she sucked on it. He pulled his finger in and out as he began his slow thrusts into her ass. And then he was all the way in. Michelle looked at the camera struggling to her knees. Her tits hung down and slowly swayed as she was fucked.

 "My ass is being taken...uhh...uhh...ahh...ah....ahhhhhhhhhhhh" She came again. Her face flushed red and her eyes rolled briefly back into her head.

DJ kept up a steady rhythm but he was gentle and she bucked her ass back to meet each soft stroke. WIth a small moan and several grunts DJ came. He bucked hard and Michelle took it, grunting as well. And then he collapsed on top of her.

All told she had been fucked for well over an hour and close to an hour and a half, including the last twenty minutes in which she had been fucked in her ass for the very first time.

DJ rolled off Michelle and put his head at the top of the bed. Michelle got up and stared at the camera for a minute. Her eyes looked glassy. She was dazed. But she also seem satisfied. She went up to DJ and he pulled her into his arms. She curled up in his arms. I could see his hand sneak up between her arm and cup a tit. He slowly stoked her tit. WIth his other hand he ran a finger over her face.

Michelle looked up into her suddenly gentle lover's eyes. She reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. He murmured something to her. She smiled and then she kissed him again, this time with more passion. I saw her tongue go into his mouth and he sucked on it. This slow make out session went on for 20 minutes or so and then I saw her move her hand down to his cock. She ran a red long nail along his cock and it sprang back up. Her young lover was ready for more.

She moaned and pulled him towards her, her hand guiding his cock between her thighs.

"Oh baby I need you" she murmured.

"You're so wet" he said.

They were facing each other, kissing and intertwining their legs around each other as she pulled him into her.

"Baby I need you to make love to me. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Be my lover baby please?"

"Yes, I'm you're lover."

"Oh I so need you DJ to make love to me. It's been so long since I've been made love to."

Their bodies began to move in rhythm again as my 40 year old wife made love to her 19 year old massive lover. Michelle whispered something to DJ and he got up and I could see his hand reach for the camera. Then the screen went dark.

She didn't mind if I saw him fucking her. But when they were making love she didn't want me to see it. It was private between her and her young lover.

This bothered me. It was well beyond our original agreement. I thought back to the guy she had picked up while I was waiting to pick her up. She had asked him to be her boyfriend and to romance her when he took her to a motel.

Her need to be a whore was slowly evolving into something more deep and complex. No longer did she just want to be fucked and called a HO and forced to blow guys in the street on her knees. Somehow I realized that with everything we had been through, this was the greatest threat yet to our marriage.

My Wife Becomes Whore to a Gang

My wife Michelle is a high powered lawyer in our town, which is a medium sized Midwestern city. We've been married for about 22 years. About 3 years ago we were in a bit of a doldrums and I decided to spice things up by renting a room at a sex motel in the seedier side of town. The motel was one with themed rooms and Jacuzzis. To my surprise Michelle dressed the part of a slut, wearing a short skirt and high heels and a tight top. She insisted in going into the office to get the key, shaking her ass the whole way in and out and drawing some leers from a few guys who were hanging around outside. Once in the room she confided in me that for the last few years she was having a reoccurring fantasy of becoming a whore.

Michelle is a blonde of medium height. She has fantastic natural 36 DDs and beautiful wide areolas with sexy little bumps surrounding her nipples which get very hard when she is aroused. She also has a great ass which got a little bigger when she turned 40, but which looks great in sexy tight shorts or skirts.

A few months ago Michelle found a local college bar in the small town next to ours. She wanted to dress up as a slut and go in the bar and flirt with the college guys. I asked her how far she wanted to go?

"I don't know. Maybe let a few boys buy me drinks, rub my leg against them. Let them grab my ass when we dance. If I'm turned on maybe I'll grind the guy a bit. A little light making out and then we can go home and fuck like crazy."

I had to admit that the thought of seeing her be a slutty older tramp and get pawed by horny college guys turned me on a bit, as long as it didn't go too far.

On the night in question we drove to the bar and I dropped her off and watched her shake her ass in her 4 inch red heels as she swayed into the bar. She was wearing a small jean skirt and a black tube top that showed off her fantastic tits.

I walked in a few minutes later and grabbed a table by the bar with a good view. She was already talking to a few guys with a drink and cigarette in her hand. I watched her smile and laugh and rub her nails lightly over the arm of one of the college guys. A few minutes later they were on the dance floor as planned and when a slow dance started she snuggled into his arms and I watched his hand rub the small of her back for a few seconds before it disappeared beneath her skirt. Meanwhile she was staring intently into the eyes of her new friend before they kissed. First lightly and then more deeply.

The song ended and Michelle swayed back over to the table with her friend. The bartender walked over and asked me if I wanted another beer.

"I see you've been watching that slutty milf."

I nodded.

"Well see that mean looking dude over there?" The bartender pointed to a thuggish looking guy in the corner. He was about 19 and wearing a headband of a gang color.

"His name is Jose. He runs the working girls in this bar for the NorthSide Posse. NSP they call themselves. He's going to lay the law down to her in a few minutes."

I wondered what to do as I saw the guy get up and walk over to Michelle. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear and a few seconds later I saw her exchange phone numbers with the guy she was making out with and then walk behind Jose shaking her ass in an even more exaggerated manner. She glanced at me as she walked by and smiled, so I did nothing. Jose stopped at the end of the bar and sat on a stool. Michelle stood before him swaying slightly, one leg on the stool Jose was sitting on.

There was some quiet conversation and I saw Michelle laugh and shake her head. Jose reached up and put one finger in the center of her tube top and pulled her tube top. She stood without moving for a second giving Jose a good look down the front of her shirt, then she pushed his hand away. They talked for a few more minutes and I saw the bartender bring them two shots of Tequila. They downed their shots and Jose put his finger between her tits in her tube top and pulled her tube top down slightly and then towards him. Again Michelle held her ground giving Jose a good look at her tits. She went to push his finger away again but this time he caught her hand. They playfully wrestled for a moment and then I saw Michele allow herself to be pulled close to him. Jose kept his finger in her tube top, and I could see him run it down as he brushed her nipple and then ran it around her areola. His other hand let go of her hand and I saw him run it on the inside of her thigh up her skirt. Michelle stood there letting this gang member play with her tit and rub his finger near her pussy. She had a smile on her face and was staring into his eyes. There was some light making out and then I saw Jose take the bandanna off his head and give it to Michelle. She walked right past me without saying a word and went into the bathroom. A few moments later she came back wearing the bandana as a top. It barely covered her tits which were swaying. The weight of her 36DDs hung the top down and the side of her tits were clearly visible. The tube top she had been wearing was now her skirt. The tight spandex rode up her legs as she walked and it barely covered her ass. If she had look light a slut before, now she was clearly a whore looking for customers. Most eyes were on her as she came sashaying out of the bar and walked slowly over to Jose. Then she fell into his arms and gave him a passionate kiss.

A few minutes later Michelle and Jose walked over to me. Michelle was holding on to Jose's arm as he approached me. He other hand kept pulling down her skirt as it rode up her ass.

"You married to this ho?"

"Yes."

Jose seemed surprised.

"Well this bitch wants to come with me back to my boys bar. Ok?"

I looked at Michelle and she nodded.

"If that's what she wants" I said.

"Ok homey, lets get a few things straight. She may be your wife, but tonight she my ho. My bitch. For me and my boys. I don't want no trouble. But she's doing this because she wants to. So tonight she's ours. You down wit that?"

I looked at Michelle. "It's what I want honey. One night. Come watch. It will be fun."

I nodded. Jose turned and Michelle walked out with him and I followed. A cadillac pulled around and Michelle and Jose got into the back. I got into my car and followed. We drove for about twenty minutes to a bad part of town. There was a bar on a street corner and the Cadillac pulled up in front. I parked across the street.

I walked across the street and could see that the front passenger door of the Cadillac was open. Jose was in the back but I could not see Michelle. Smoke was coming out of the car. Jose was leaning back and caught my eye. He smirked. A few seconds later Michelle's head popped up. She had clearly been giving him a blow job. Then I saw someone hand her a joint. A few seconds later she got out of the car coughing and trying to re-tie on her top.

Jose walked up to me. "Your wife been smoking a joint laced with X. She's gonna get real horny soon and I'm gonna make some money. That top she's wearing signifies she with me and my boys. No one gonna bother her unless they talk to me first. She'll be safe, especially if she keeps sucking dick like she just did me."

Michelle stumbled on her high heels and had trouble keeping her skirt down over her ass. She pulled it down but it barely covered the top of her thighs. She was some sexy sight with her large breasts barely covering her tits, and trying to walk on her high heels while keeping her skirt covering her pussy, all while being a 40 year old slut on the arm of a 19 year old gang member who she had just blown.

We walked into the bar. Loud music was playing and thick smoke hung in the air. There were dozens of women of all different races in various stages of undress, but none of them appeared to be as blonde or as old as Michelle. A few woman were straddling guys giving them lap dances while a few others walked around the bar dressed more or less like Michelle was.

Jose greeted a few of his friends and Michelle was seated at a table. I could see she was nervous because she clung tightly to Jose. A few minutes later a tall black man came over. I recognized him as a local basketball player on the college team. I saw him speak to Jose and then hand him some cash. Jose said something to Michelle and then she got up and greeted the guy. They spoke for a few minutes and then he walked her over to a pool table with his hand around her waist. They shot pool for a while and Michelle made a big deal of leaning over and shaking her ass while trying to line up a shot. Eventually another two people came over and they played two against two. While they were waiting their turn Michelle sat on the basketball player's lap and he was nuzzling her ear. She was grinding her ass as she sat on him. Then it was his turn and he got up and sank several balls and when he finally missed and came back Michelle got up and threw herself into his arms and they kissed passionately. Then she sat on his lap and allowed his hand to slip underneath the small bandana covering her tits. I could see his massive hand playing with her left tit as he ran his finger around her nipple and finally pinched it, all while kissing and nuzzling her ear. This- her fantasy being played out- along with the X the gang had given her was too much for her- as she stood up turned around and then straddled her new friend. They kissed passionately and I could see her hand struggling with his cock between his legs. She broke their kiss for a second and then whispered something into his ear. I saw him reach into his pocket and give her some more money. Then with basically one tit hanging out Michelle walked back across the bar to Jose and gave him the money.

Her fantasy was now a reality. This high powered sexy 40 year old lawyer was being pimped out by a 19 year old thug. He owned her. She was his property and was having sex with who ever he told her to. Jose gave her a small packet which I realized was a condom. Michelle sashayed back across the bar to her basketball player and moved him over to a small couch in the corner. They kissed for a few minutes and then I saw her head go between his legs and then she put the condom on him. Then she straddled him and fucked him right there, in a darkened corner of a gang bar. I know my wife and I can tell when she fakes it and when she has an orgasm. She rode his cock for 10 minutes and as they quickened their strokes she began to arch her back and put her hands up in the air. The basketball player had free reign over her tits and he pulled her close and began sucking a nipple. She loved getting her nipple sucked while getting fucked and I could see her body quiver. She was coming. A few minutes later her new lover came and she collapsed into his arms. They cuddled for a few minutes and then she got up and walked back to Jose, her pimp.

This went on a few more times. Guys would come over asking for the white milf, and a few minutes later they would pay Jose and she would either go on the dance floor with them or play some pool or just have a quick drink before going to a dark corner or a couch and blowing them or letting them fuck her.

It was after 2am and I was wondering how much longer this would go on. Michelle had broken our agreement and gone further than we ever agreed to. She put us in a situation where we were at the mercy of thugs.

Michelle came over and sat down. "Honey, I am so turned on. I love being a whore. This is totally fulfilling all my fantasies."

"Can we go?" I pleaded.

"Not until Jose says I can go."

Jose came over. "Come on, you earned your stripes."

Michelle got up and followed Jose and I followed her. We walked outside the bar and Michelle was busy fixing her top to keep her tits inside the bandana. Her skirt was riding up her ass as she walked on the sidewalk, swaying her ass, just like a streetwalker. A few doors down the next block was a tattoo parlor and we walked inside.

There was a young black man who greeted Jose and then eyed Michelle. "Damn this Ho is hot."

"She gets a silver NSP." The guy nodded and we walked into the back.

My mind was whirling. A tattoo was out of the question, but Michelle was holding tight to her pimp. They sat down at a table and the guy walked over and tugged at Michelle's top. It didn't take much and it came off. "Mmmmm I love my job sometimes" he laughed.

Michelle was put into a chair. The guy reached into a table and pulled up a small sliver charm attached to a thin bar.

"I only get a silver one" Michelle whined.

"You gotta do a lot more than shake yo ass for me one night ho" said Jose "before you get a gold one."

Michelle pouted and Jose walked over to her and leaned over to her.

"You my bitch?" Michelle nodded. "You my ho." Michelle nodded again. Jose put his finger under her chin and she looked up at him as he kissed her deeply. I could see Michelle take her tongue and pull Jose's tongue into her mouth.

Jose broke the kiss. "Say it." Michelle looked down. "I'm your bitch."

"Louder." Michelle looked up and into her pimp's eyes. "I'm your bitch. I'm your ho. I only fuck who you tell me to."

"Ok lets do this."

"The guy walked over and pulled up a chair and sat down. He reached out and grabbed Michelle's right tit and cupped it. Then he stroked it and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. She moaned. Then he did the same thing with her left tit and she moaned even louder.

"The left nipple is bigger " he said. He took out some sterilizing fluids and sterilized her left nipple continuing to rub it and tug on it. Michelle squirmed in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. The man let his other hand fall to her thigh and I saw him push between her thighs. Michelle opened her eyes and looked at her pimp. He nodded and just like that she spread her legs giving him access to her pussy. He fingered her for a few minutes, all the time tugging and pulling on her left nipple.

"Ok. It's time." He numbed her nipple and then pierced it and then placed a thin silver bar with a NSP charm dangling from a small ring attached through a hole in the bar. There were two small bars that snapped into place on either end of the small bar that had pierced her nipple and just like that Michelle was branded with the gang's symbol.

Michelle looked down at her pierced nipple and then stood up. She was woozy. She put her arms around her pimp.

"This mean you our ho. No other gang can touch you. You can walk anywhere in town in your slutty little outfits and no one will bother you without my ok."

Michelle kissed her pimp deeply again. "I am all yours." She glanced at me for a second and then kissed Jose again.

"And you never take this off without my permission Ho, OK?" Michelle nodded. "If I call your ho ass at work you take your phone and take a picture of you wearing our sign and send it to me right away so I know my ho is listening to me." Michelle nodded.

"OK," said Jose "pay the guy."

Jose turned and walked away. Michelle looked at me. "I don't have any money" she said. The guy laughed. "You think I want money over this fine pussy. Come here."

He pulled her close and Michelle started making out with a 22 year old tattoo artist. He pulled her back into a back room where there was a couch. A few minutes later I could hear him fucking her. "You like black cock" he was saying as he fucked her from behind.

"Oh jeeze I love it. I love black cock. Fuck me. Fuck me with that big black cock." 

I looked into the back room and saw the guy hold her hair like a set of reins as he pounded her. She arched her back and came. The guy kept on fucking her. She was on her hands and knees and then collapsed down on the couch. The guy slapped her ass and she raised it and moaned as he kept fucking her. A few minutes later I saw her grip the edges of the couch and moan "I'm cumming again" and she did, shaking her body as the guy who was fucking her came and then collapsed on her as she came one last time. Michelle stood up and saw me and put her arms over her breasts. "Please wait outside." I then saw her sit down and cuddle next to the guy who had just given her three orgasms. They kissed as I walked out.

A few minutes later Michelle walked out. We walked outside the store. Our car was two blocks away. We started walking as Michelle did her best to keep her skirt below her ass. Twice on the way to her car gang members of Jose's gang stopped her. Each time she was obliged to flirt with the gang member, kiss him and let him play with her tits. We got to the car with one gang member following us. Michelle took the keys. "Wait here for a few minutes." The gang member pushed her up against the car and they began to kiss. He was big, about 6'5 and Michelle was running her hands over his chest and arms. "I want some of your white milf ass."

"Honey, you boys wore my pussy out. It's sore. Come on, let me suck you."

The gang member pushed her back against the car. "I want some pussy."

Michelle kissed him deeply as he put his hand between her legs.

"Baby" Michelle whispered as I saw her hands grope his cock through his pants "You're just too big. I've been fucked so much tonight. Come on baby, let this whore suck you good. I'll swallow every bit. Then tomorrow you call this ho and I'll come and fuck you good. Ok,?"

The gang member nodded. He put his hands on her bandana and pulled it off. There was Michelle standing on a street corner next to a car in a tight spandex skirt with her tits out while making out with a gang member 20 years younger than she was. Michelle allowed the gang member to play with her tits. "Say you want it bitch."

Michelle smiled. Her hand was groping his cock through his pants. "Oh I want it. I've been staring at your cock all night. I want it bad."

"Beg."

Michelle sunk to her knees right there in the street. She unzipped him and pulled out his cock. Then she looked up at him as she was on her knees with her tits hanging out.

"Please baby. Please let me suck your big beautiful cock." She reached for it but he pulled it away. "Kiss it." He was humiliating her. Michelle began to give his cock small kisses up and down the shaft murmuring "please baby, let me suck that cock. Oh please I need to suck that cock."

Finally he was satisfied. "OK get in the car ho."

They got into the back seat and a few minutes after making out I saw Michelle go down on the gang member. About five minutes later the door opened and he got out.

"She gives a great blow job. She's all yours." He laughed.

I got into the car. I drove a few blocks in silence and then when we got into a better neighborhood I stopped the car and was prepared to yell at her, but she cut me off.

"I know what you're going to say but don't say it. This is what I want. I want to be a whore. I am Jose's whore. He has marked me. He has claimed me. He has taken me in front of you and pimped me in front of you. This is the sexiest thing a man could have done to me. Make me a whore. You had your chance but Jose took it from you. He took it from you when he played with my tits at the first bar and you let him. So this is how it's going to be. I am his whore when I want to be. I don't want you coming here anymore with me. When he calls me I will come and be his whore and walk the streets or work the bar or do anything he wants."

I wasn't sure how to handle this or what I was going to do.

A Bad Influence Ch. 02

My husband's name is Ronald. He was good man but he never seemed to pick me over the business that he owned. At least that is what it felt like. He would be very attentive but sometimes was lacking in the bedroom department. Sex was good and he was a loving partner. I just felt that there should be more. I'm sure Ron would remember it differently. He was a handsome man who worked very hard at the office, building his business. When he got home lately, he was tired and I usually went out with my friend Donna to fill in the time. She was bad news from the start, and I think my husband knew it right away. Ron and Tom Thomas (Donna' ex husband) were friends, and the divorce soured him towards Donna. I wish I saw what he was seeing, and maybe I wouldn't be in this mess.

Donna had a habit of bringing out the worst in me. Like the school friend that your parents didn't like, that described Donna to a tee. She would egg me on to do stupid stuff, and even dare me to flirt with strange men in the bar. We normally went to a bar called The Club. Donna liked the owner Paul and would flirt with him and the other bartenders. Donna also had a half sister named Sarah Fielder. Her husband Bill Fielder and Paul were old friends.

I really didn't know the relationship between everyone until it came up one night in the bar. Ron was working out of town and Donna wanted to go to The Club later than we usually did. She said she had a surprise, and wanted to show me. When she picked me up (I normally don't like to drive), she had a small bag in the back seat. I asked what it was, but she told me to wait and see. Knowing Donna, I knew it meant trouble.

We went to Paul's bar and she pulled out a digital video camera from the bag. She said she bought it with Tom's divorce money and wanted to use it. I looked at her funny but she just laughed as she usually does. We started to drink, and Paul never charged Donna or me for anything.

I started to get a little drunk, but I think that is what they all had planned. Donna told be to follow her into the back of the bar. Before she got up, she pushed record and started to go in the back stock room.

I followed Donna in there and went to another room just off that one. It was a lounge for the employees to hang out in. It had a small couch that pulled out into a sleeper bed. As I entered the room, Donna told me to take the camera. Paul pulled out the sofa bed and Donna told me then to sit down and watch. Too say I was surprised, would be an understatement. Donna was getting felt up by Paul and her brother in law Bill of all people. Donna started to undress as the two men helped her with her clothes. It seems this was not their first time together.

Paul left and got some Champaign and started to pour everyone a glass. Donna made a toast to her freedom and told the two men to help me out of my clothes. I should have left, but between the drinks and the sexy scene in front of me, I couldn't move. Donna took the camera out of my hands and started to aim it at me. At the same time, Bill and Paul were taking off my clothes one piece at a time. I again should have resisted, but between Donna' encouragement and the liquid courage I drank all night, I was not going anywhere.

Donna started to tell Paul and Bill to undress me totally. I just let them and didn't do a thing. I think Paul knew I was excited and pulled my panties and shorts off. Next I was pushed back down on the sofa bed. Bill took one side and Paul the other. Each started to suck my already hard nipples. They fondled my breasts and started to roam my body with their hands. I knew I was close to cumming, and just laid back and spread my legs. Paul started to finger my wet pussy, and then started to rub my clit. It didn't take long for my orgasm to reach peak. I closed my eyes and let my body enjoy the ride.

As I opened my eyes, I saw Donna getting a video close up of me on the sofa bed with two men. I started to feel guilty, but the next moment it disappeared. I watched as Donna got on the sofa bed and started to suck both their cocks. She was very good at giving head, and the sight started to get me horny again. I was pulled up with a start, and put on my hands and knees. Paul was the first to do anything. He grabbed a bottle of Champaign and poured it on his cock and pushed it into my mouth. Bill then did the same thing and lined up his cock at my pussy lips. He pushed all the way very fast and hard. I would have screamed, but my mouth was full at the time.

Both of these men started to push very hard and fast. I had never felt anything like this before. No wonder Donna was always saying how good it was to be double teamed. Well the guys started to really hit home. Donna was yelling something, but I wasn't paying attention.

My whole body was in tune with their cocks drilling my body. Paul started to cum first and held my hair. As he put it almost down my throat, he groaned and let loose a huge amount of cum. I had to swallow having no choice. I never liked to do this for my husband, but it felt very naughty, and somehow right. I swallowed as mush as I could, and let the rest run down my chin.

Bill was right behind me pumping away at my pussy. He got on his feet at a funny angle and really started to push all the way in. I had no choice again but to let him assault my pussy over and over. Finally he shouts and buried his squirting cock inside me very deep. I remember them high fiving and calling me some dirty names.

It was now Donna' turn for some fun as she went up to each of their cocks and started to inflate them again. After the men got hard again, Donna rode Bill's cock and let Paul have her ass. I had never seen anyone ever have anal sex. I wouldn't even let Ron do that to me on a good night. So there was Donna in front of my eyes getting double penetration and loving it. She was screaming as they both hammered her body. Soon I was pulled into the group and we switched around in different positions. Finally after about an hour or so, I reach another 4 orgasms (I lost track of how many) and felt spent. I didn't care what they did to me.

I was lying down with everyone else resting and fell asleep. Soon I felt the sofa bed move and someone get on top of me. Donna had turned off the camera so this part was not recorded. My husband later found this tape (I'll explain later in this story) but this part was not on it. Paul was hard again to my surprise, and started to push his semi hard cock into my pussy. I still had several cum deposits from both men earlier, and he slid in easily.

Paul grabbed my ankles and pushed them up by my head. This made me very open to him as I was bent in half. He started to ream my pussy slowly and tenderly building up speed. He then stopped and pulled out. I was disappointed, even though I was spent. Well he pushed my legs back past my ears and started to slowly enter my ass. I started to protest, but Paul just laughed and told me "after tonight, you are going to love getting it in the ass".

He slowly pushed himself into my back door and didn't stop until he was fully buried in my ass. With cum on his cock, he was well lubricated. He started to slide it in and out very slowly letting me get used to the size and feel. This didn't last long because he then started to make long hard thrusts in to my ass. It did hurt at first, but my body started to get used to the pounding. He increased his speed as soon as he saw me starting to get into it. For some reason I started to push back and want more. I thought of my husband for just a second, and remembered me telling him "I would never do anything like anal sex, never!"

Well never say never as they say. Here I was getting my virgin ass fucked very hard and I was actually pushing back like some whore on a porno movie. Paul was in heaven, and really started to go to town on my ass. He would lift his body and push all his weight behind his cock. He would hit bottom and again pull almost all the way out. He continued this pounding my ass and holding my ankles for about 15 minutes until I started to cum. I couldn't believe I was cumming from anal sex. It was the weirdest feeling, but I really did like it.

Paul looked me in the eyes as he buried his cock into my ass for the last time. "I have wanted to do this since you first walked into this bar" said Paul. With that statement he came deep inside me and kissed me with a passion I haven't known for years. I just looked into his eyes for a long time before I rolled him off me, and his cock pulled out of my ass. We both fell asleep right after that, and I was very content.

The next day I was talking to Donna on the phone about the night before. She said Bill and Paul loved being with me last night and wanted a return performance. "That was the last time I am going to do that. You got me drunk, that's the only reason I didn't leave. Ron has been good to me, and I feel really guilty" I said.

"You liked it didn't you?" Donna asked.

"You came more than you ever have didn't you?" Donna asked.

"Has Ron ever brought you to that level of excitement?" Donna asked

I didn't answer but Donna knew what my answers would be. "What ever you do, don't show anyone that tape. In fact I want to keep it safe myself." I said. Donna agreed and told me she would bring it by tomorrow night when we were to go out.

One thing I should have noticed was that Donna was drinking more heavily after her divorce and expected me to keep up with her. I was never a big drinker, and usually had a wine or beer but that was it. Donna drank hard liquor and also wanted me to always join her.

When I did drink, I seemed to loose control easily, and have a non-caring attitude. Donna' attitude of Ron also came out when we would get drunk. She would bad mouth him all night about not being an exciting lover, and caring more for his precious business rather than me. I actually started to think she was right sometime, until I sobered up the next morning. But the more she said these things, the more I started to doubt Ron and his love for me.

Donna had a big house, lots of money, and could have wild sex anytime she wanted. I guess I felt jealous of her freedom, and she started to put this idea in my head of us both being single. She said Ron had a lot of money, and it could all be mine. I respected Ron and his hard work, but I did feel that he controlled the purse strings too much. Donna knew she was getting to me and would constantly bring up my partner's failings every chance she got. The next night would be another departure into lust land.

"Get ready for a swinging evening tonight." Donna said as soon as I opened the door to pick me up the next night.

"Ron is expecting me back about 10:00am to watch are favorite show" I said. I could tell she was laughing under her breath.

"We'll see?" Donna replied. I knew she was up to something again. Thinking back I should have stayed home, but unknown adventures with my best friend was calling. As I sat in her car going over to her house, she was reviewing the fun and wild sex we had the night before. By the time we got to Donna' house, I was really excited. Donna always knew how to push my buttons.

The house was empty, and I started to relax. We went into her big beautiful kitchen, and she started to mix some ingredients into the blender. I heard the blender motor start and knew I should have left. About a half hour later, I was feeling no pain. Donna started to get on her soap box and tear Ron apart. Again I started to think she was making sense. Ron did control all the money and paid all the bills. I did get an allowance, but he would get mad if I spent it all in one place. I knew he was a saver, and I was a spender.

Well some of the crap Donna was filling my head with started to sink in. I was confused sometimes and sure other times about Ron's love and our relationship. I also knew deep down how much I loved being a sexual play thing for the two men the other night. I didn't want to admit that to Donna, but I think she already knew.

The door bell rang, and Donna went to answer. I heard voices and in walked two very handsome men that were well built. "This is Jim and Dale from the gym I work out at" said Donna as she introduced them. "I invited them over for a little fun and conversation" Donna added. Both men laughed as if they were all in on an inside joke. Donna smiled and told me to relax.

Donna told me privately to go to her master bedroom in about 15 minutes. I later found out she was doing cocaine with the two guys before I got upstairs. I didn't like any type of hard drugs, so Donna kept me away from that scene. I once told her about a half year earlier when she pulled some out in front of me that our friendship would end if she continued. She told me she quit, and I was dumb enough to believe her.

Well I waited for only 10 minutes and started to climb the stairs. I could hear Donna moaning from her bedroom, and I peaked around the corner of her door. She was naked and so were the two men. Their bodies were unbelievable, and they were in awesome shape. Their cocks were also very big, and they both looked like they could use them. One of the men was eating Donna' pussy, and the other getting an expert blowjob. I just watched until I started to put my hand into my shorts and rub my clit. The two men switched places and continued on Donna' body.

I started to close my eyes and breath very heavy. All of a sudden I opened my eyes to see one of the men picking me up like a feather, and bringing me to the bed. Both men stripped me naked and started to do to me what Donna was just experiencing. They started slow, but I was super horny at the moment. Lust and sex was the only thing in my mind. I remember thinking about my husband Ron for a split second, but started to think his work can keep him happy right now, I'm busy!

Well you can see that Donna was having an effect on me. I was having sex with two total strangers (I even forgot their names) but didn't care. Their cocks were all that interested me. I told them to lay down on the bed next to each other. They gave me a funny look but obeyed. I kneeled between both of them and started to suck their cocks back and forth. They started to call me names and told me how to please their hard members.

I listened to their requests and did it all. I started to deep throat each of them in turn. Finally Donna said it was time to saddle up. We both took a cock and got on top of them. We slowly slid onto them at the same time. Donna said she could make her guy cum first, but I told her I was better. So we both started to race to see which guy would cum first.

The two guys must have thought Christmas came early. Donna and I were on a mission. Finally my guy started to cum. I got off him and started to suck him with my mouth. About 30 seconds later he blew a huge load into my mouth and I swallowed it all. I didn't even drop any. Donna' guy was right behind, and she got off him to imitate my actions. This is when I did something that surprised me. I reached out with Donna and we both gave the guy head together. He was yelling out something we couldn't understand. All I knew was that he came all over our faces.

Both men needed to rest for a while, but were soon brought back to life after Donna sucked them hard again. Donna told the men to take care of me first. They put me on all fours and inserted their cocks in my pussy and mouth. The other guy getting head from me moved and went under me. He replaced the guy in my pussy leaving my ass open for assault. His cock was still wet from my pussy juices, and he pushed it in slowly. I started to relax and it didn't hurt as much as it did the first time.

Both men started to fuck me from the top and the bottom. They kept this up for over 20 minutes. The first time they came made them last longer this time. With a hard shove, the guy in my ass came inside me, and I could feel his cum leave his cock and go into my ass. The guy on the bottom must have been set off by the first guy, because he grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed his cock all the way up my pussy as far as it would go. He held it there for about 10 seconds and let loose huge load of cum in my pussy. It started to run down my legs and from my ass. I was exhausted and let the men do what they wanted after that, and they did. They seemed to fuck me all night and leave Donna alone. I think this was her plan.

Well I better get back to the real story because writing this is making me very hot and horny.

After about a week, things started to settle down again. Donna had not planned any more parties, but did want a favor. She told me of her half sister Sarah Fielder and told me she needed a job. She worked at one of the big corporations in the accounting dept. She just got her CPA and was doing great. The company that she worked for was bought out by a larger corporation. They were going to use their own accountants, so Sarah would lose her job in a week. Donna suggested I try to get her into Ron's company.

"What ever you do, don't tell Ron she is my sister" said Donna. "I know Ron does not like me after I broke with Tom, but she is really talented, and her resume speaks for itself" Donna also added.

I told her I would see what I could do. The next day I told Ron of an old friend that might need a job. I gave her a good recommendation, and told him she had a great history and resume. He seemed impressed by the company she worked for and all her credentials.

He hired her before she was let go from her current job. I thought I was doing Donna a favor, but I found out later she was lying to me yet again. Sarah working for my husband would prove to be my big mistake. Hind sight is always 20-20.

Donna thanked me for getting Sarah a job by throwing me a party at her house. She told me not to tell or invite Ron. She told me "This is not the type of party to bring your husband to". I was excited and made an excuse for that Saturday so I could go to her party.

Well Sat. arrived and Donna picked me up early, so I could join the party early. Ron gave her a nasty look and we both said goodbye. Donna told him we were going to a girls shower about 30 minute away, and I might stay the night at her house or there. She told him she didn't want to drive drunk with both of us in the car. I felt guilty about lying to him, but the thought of sex with strange men excited me more. We arrived to find her house party in full swing.

The first thing Donna did was give me a drink (actually several). She disappeared somewhere and I walked around her house and introduced myself to many people I had never seen before.

She later came back while I was talking to Jim and Dale from her gym. These were the two guys I had fucked several weeks before. I could tell they were fucking me with their eyes. I was also remembering their marksmanship. Donna' reappearance stopped me from going to some room with them again and letting them fuck my brains out. This is when she introduced me to a guy called Evan Ross. She said he was a magician and did other tricks.

Donna took us both into her bedroom, telling me to sit on the bed and relax. Evan followed her and gave me a friendly smile. He pulled a gold chain from his pocket that had an amulet on it. It was very shiny, and he started to swing it back and forth. Donna told me to relax again, as did Evan. He would talk slow and even. I thought he was trying to hypnotize me, and thought this crap doesn't work.

I could hear his voice getting softer, and I felt myself going to sleep. When I was woken up, I felt wide awake. The first thing I said was "I can't be hypnotized, that stuff never works." Both of them laughed and told me to get up.

I remember feeling great and wanting to flirt with all the men at the party. I started to make my way around, introducing myself and seducing every man I meet. Finally I was in Donna' bedroom again with several men. They all took turns with me, and I felt it was the greatest thing ever to happen to me.

The more I came the more I wanted. About 3 or 4 of the men held me up in the air with my legs spread. Each guy would fuck me while being held up. Finally I was put on the bed with some other girl I had never met before. We both had our share of each of the men. I must have stayed in the room for about 3 hours. By the end of the night, I had the most sex ever in my life. Within a 12 hour period I did it with multiple partners and was sore for several days after. I think Ron knew something the next day I arrived home, but wrote it off to too much partying with Donna.

It didn't take long for Donna to use Sarah against me. She was saying that Ron at work was very friendly to her and the other girls. Sarah said, according to Donna, Ron was having long closed door meetings with the pretty girls in his company. I found out later that this was a lie, but I believed it at the time. I guess I just wanted an equal footing with me cheating on Ron. I saw him that day, and wondered who he had fucked at work. I got a little jealous, but realized I was just as bad.

I keep having wild sex with Donna'friends during the next two months. She would video tape our exploits several times but let me have the tapes. I watched some of these after they happened, and I didn't remember doing or saying the thing portrayed on the tapes. They were very sexy, but they weren't me. This is when I asked Donna about the nights in question. She said it was the booze and a bad memory, but I really didn't believe her. I saw in the paper an advertisement for a hypnotist called Evan Ross at a local college club, and it clicked into place. "I bet she had him hypnotize me without me knowing." I said to myself.

Well the next day I confronted Donna and was very mad. It was just about three weeks before I was arrested. I was very upset and asked point blank about Evan Ross. I heard the words "checkered apron" come out of Donna' mouth, and went blank. I don't remember any more. For the next two weeks I started to help Ron with the house budget and paying the bills. He normally took care of this, but I felt it was important to know our finances. Ron said I was more attentive than usual, and he seemed to like it.

Donna also told me about the benefits of a women owned business. I felt like it was a great idea and started to tell Ron all about the tax advantages and contracts he could get. This is about the week before I got arrested. I guess you could see what I didn't by now.

I found out later from my lawyer some details I never knew. First Donna was lying her ass off when she would talk to me. The truth made me want to kill her. I finally got the missing pieces of the puzzle long after I was in jail. Here is what I later found out.

When Sarah was hired by my husband, she was bragging to Donna how crappy Ron's accounting system was. She said she could take all his money, and no one would know for at least six months. Donna was excited by this news and couldn't wait for the chance to cheat Ron. Sarah said she could probably get away with stealing from Ron's company for at least 3-4 months without getting caught. She said she had to cover their tracks, but this could be done. Donna' ace in the hole was our friendship (she thought).

Sarah told Donna that a nerdy accountant was always hitting on her. He would give her flowers and candy to make a good impression. Sarah was out of his league, but she led him on anyway. One day she called her sister Donna and said there must be trouble.

The accountant would avoid her and not make eye contact. She said she went right up to him and started to get very close and rub his cock. Instead of dropping his pants, he backed away very nervous, and made an excuse to leave. Sarah knew the jig was up.

Donna thought she would not get into trouble, because I was part owner of the business. She was horrified when I told her the company was in Ron's name only. I think that is when she gave me the hypnotic suggestion for owning the business in my name only.

The hypnotist Evan Ross turned states evidence and told how Donna was using hypnosis to control me. He said the key trigger words were "checkered apron" and that he put a post hypnotic suggestion on me at Donna' party the night I meet him. Donna was stupid enough to pay him with a fake check from Ron's company. He was easy to track down, and he thought the check was legit. He never was charged, but he did fill in a few parts of the missing story.

As far as I can tell, the money was going to Donna, Sarah and Bill Fielder, Paul from The Club and to my surprise me! I don't remember going to the bank or cashing any checks. I do remember Donna handing me a large amount of money and going crazy shopping. She said she received another large divorce settlement check, and wanted to share it with her best friend. Some best friend I found out. I tried to get word to my soon to be ex husband, but he said the trouble started long before Evan Ross ever received a check and didn't want to hear anything about a hypnotist. Thinking about it now, I don't blame him.

The lawyer showed me all the tapes that my husband found in our guest room at home the week I got arrested. I thought I was clever, but he found them somehow. I looked at the tape Ron shot the week of my arrest. It was the one were I was at Donna' house and Paul, Bill and another bartender named Jimmy were there. I started to cry when I saw what Ron was seeing through the patio door using his helmet camera to tape us from outside that night.

Donna' tape of that night was even worse. At the beginning of the tape, I was serving all the men one at a time who were sitting on the couch. I looked like a child with three lollipops. I sucked them off, and mounted their cocks in order. The look on my face showed great delight, but I now know it was all in my mind. Thanks to Donna and her lies.

So between the check I cashed and the expression on my face on the last video tape, no wonder Ron didn't' want me back. I know now that I was stupid and naïve. Donna was a complete liar, and my life was ruined after that.

My life was actually very good and I didn't appreciate it. Ron was a loving husband and provider. My great sin was lust though, and that is my problem only. Well like I said at the beginning, this is a cautionary tail, so heed my warning. When your parents or your husband say that some person is a bad influence, believe them!

Well my time is almost up and I have to go to the recreation yard here in the prison. My appeal is looking good now that the evidence shows me being manipulated by hypnosis, but my life will never be the same again. Ron has moved on and sold our house. Donna lost her house, and Paul lost his bar to Ron also. My life goes on though, but I am a little wiser this time around. I hope you will be also. 

A Bad Influence

It was a very long day when I got home after the taxi ride. Work was terrible, and more work was piling up on my desk by the hour. I have owned my own business for the last ten years. I met my wife Suzie about 6 years ago and we have been married for the last 5 years. My accountant told me of a major money problem, and I instructed him to quietly hire a forensic accountant to examine all my books. He was to tell no one about the problem and work at night after hours. To add insult to injury, my car broke on the highway and had to be towed. This was only the start of a bad day as you will see.

My wife of five years should have been home to greet me and make me feel better, but was not there. A note was left on the kitchen table, saying she would be out with her friend Donna until 9:00pm. I didn't really like Donna that much, as she just finished her divorce with her husband Tom. He was a great guy, and never expected Donna to cheat on him. I once overheard her talking to Suzie about how much money Tom had to fork over in the settlement. "Now he can pay for me fucking around, and he'll get none of the benefits." said Donna with a laughed. I was hoping this attitude would not rub off on Suzie.

I made a microwave dinner and started watching the early news in the den. This room was hardly used by Suzie, and was mainly my room. I quickly fell asleep, and started to dream about the crappy day I just had. After about a half hour into my dream, it became a nightmare. I had images of Tom asking me advice about divorcing Suzie, with Donna in the background laughing the entire time. Waking up with a start, I realized it was a dream and relaxed a little. That is when I noticed some voices coming from the other side of the house.

Donna was talking to Suzie and they were laughing. "Hurry, they won't wait forever." Donna said.

Suzie replied "I'm just not too sure about this, what if Ron finds out?"

"Don't worry, after all this is your fifth time anyway." said Donna. She laughed again and said she had the new camera (from Tom's money) and just needed a new tape. "What ever you do, don't grab one of the used ones, they are great to watch!" said Donna. This left me very curious, and I keep very quiet listening. Suzie made her way upstairs with Donna and I followed with out being seen.

My wife went to the guest room and came out after just a minute with a digital tape in her hand. "Where are you hiding everything?" Donna asked.

My wife said "under the bottom dresser drawer, Ron never looks in there!" I went downstairs quickly and hid back in the den. The front door closed, and the two left. I was wondering why she didn't notice I was home, and then remembered my car being at the repair shop. Well my curiosity was getting bigger, and I started to go upstairs to the guest bed room.

I entered the guest room and went straight for the large dresser. I pulled out the bottom drawer, and found six tapes in the bottom underneath. Two were still wrapped in plastic, but four tapes were there with some writing on them. I picked them up, and my stomach started to flip a little. I looked down and saw the titles hand written on the tape cases. They were dated going back three months. Seeing the titles, I ran to the bathroom to get sick. When I finally calmed down, I went to the den and got my digital camera and hooked it to the large LCD screen.



The first tape was titled 'Suzie and Donna –The Club' and was not rewound. I put it in my camera and hit rewind. After it stopped, I hit the play button. The screen lighted up, and I could tell it was the bar my wife normally hangs out at. The camera was going to the back of the bar and into the back room. I had never been back there, and the room was large with cases and bottles of inventory for the bar.

The camera was picking up Donna's laugh, and it made me mad for some reason. Donna was following two men to another room off the back room. It looked like a lounge for employees, with a small stove, fridge, and a large couch. The men walked in and told Donna to come in. Donna could be seen in a mirror on the far wall, and to my surprise, Suzie was right behind her. "I don't know Donna, I feel really funny about this." said Suzie.

Donna quickly countered saying "You'll have a great feeling if you would only relax." The two men laughed, and joined Donna and my wife. One of the men was the owner Paul. The other guy I had only seen in the bar a couple of times before. Paul went over to the couch and pulled out the fold out bed. Donna told Suzie to sit down and watch. Donna then started to kiss and fondle the two men. She had given Suzie the camera and you could hear her breathing hard near the camera microphone. The two men started to undress Donna and feel up her tits and pussy. Donna was a brunet with a great figure. She had 34D chest and a great ass. She was also a slut from what her ex husband told me.

Paul the owner left in mid-grope and returned with two bottles of champagne. He told the girls it was the good stuff, not the regular stuff for the customers. He got some glasses from the cupboard, and poured a round for everyone. Donna then took the camera from Suzie and aimed it at her. Suzie looked drunk, and she could never handle her booze. Donna did the toast. "Here is to my divorce, freedom, and hard cock!" Donna said, as Suzie giggled and drank it down in one gulp. The men started to undress, and turned their attention to my wife. You could tell she was unsure, but once again Donna pushed her over the edge by telling the guys to help her get undressed. Suzie just sat there, and let these men pull her blouse and bra off. Donna on the camera got a close up shot of my wife's nipples and they were every hard. Suzie is a true blond and had a great figure with big 36DD tits. Her ass was her best asset (no pun intended) and it was still in great shape. Paul feeling the last resistance falling from my wife, pushed her back on the bed and started to remove her shorts and panties. The video really started to heat up.

Both men were on top of Suzie in no time, and they were doing things to her that made me mad. They both took a breast and sucked on the nipples. All this time, Donna was aiming the camera at Suzie's face showing her in rapture. Their hands started to finger her pussy and grab her ass. Suzie's breath was getting faster and shorter. Paul was wiggling his finger over her clit and made her cum in record time. "I'm Cumming" shouted Suzie and she went limp just after that. I could hear Donna's laugh and I was getting more pissed off. Donna then gave the camera to the other guy (Donna called him Bill), and said she needed some attention. Well Paul told her to kneel on the bed and put his cock into Donna's mouth.



Donna started to suck Paul's cock and motioned Bill to get over there. Bill aimed the camera and shot Donna giving them both head. Suzie started to recover and was pulled over on the bed and put on her hands and knees. Paul poured champagne on his cock and stuffed it into Suzie's mouth. "Drink it all down" Paul said, and proceeded to fuck her mouth as he grabbed her hair on the top.

Bill wasted no time and poured champagne on his cock before putting it in my wife's pussy. He rammed it all the way in her, and she let out a muffled yell with Paul's cock still her mouth. Both men started to abuse my wife's body as they both fucked her like they never did it before. They high fived each other and Paul could be heard encouraging his friend. "Fuck her hard Fielder, really give it to her" Paul said. Donna was also encouraging the trio. She aimed her camera up at Suzie's pussy and then at her mouth. Their cocks were wet and ramming in and out of my wife's pussy and her mouth with super speed. Both men were on a mission, and Suzie was the prize. Paul speed up and blew his load right down into her throat. He held her by the hair until she swallowed it all and his cock pulled out of her mouth. Bill was right behind, and got on his feet and did it true doggie style with him over her ass pounding his cock until he shouted for her to take it all, and came in her pussy very deep. The rest of the tape was the four of them doing it all over again. The first tape lasted about 90 minutes.

The second tape was titled 'Donna' House' and was dated about 2 months ago. This had Suzie doing some young guy, with Bill and Paul watching and shouting encouragement. Donna was running the camera again, and told the young stud to fuck her silly. Donna got in front of Suzie, and got a close-up of her face. She had her 'O' face on.

Soon the guy was cumming, when I noticed it was up my wife's ass and not her pussy. This was too much!

The phone rang and it made me jump. I looked at the time and it was almost 8:30pm.

Suzie said she would be home at 9:00pm so I looked at the caller I.D. and answered the phone. It was Donna, and she was on the phone. She told me that she and Suzie had one too many at the club after shopping that day. I knew she was full of shit but didn't give anything away with my voice. I told her I would have picked her up, but my car was in the shop after breaking down tonight. She said not to worry, and she would bring her home tomorrow morning. The first thing I did was worry.

I stopped the second tape, ejected it, and rewound the first one. I hooked it up to my DVD burner and pushed play on the camera and record on the DVD. I knew I had all night to copy the tapes, and also knew I wouldn't be sleeping much. I checked the video set up and got dressed to go on my motorcycle. I thought about Donna and Suzie having the whole night off together. I looked at the screen and could see Suzie giving this Bill Fielder and Paul the bar owner free reign over my wife's body.

The ride was nice, and it allowed me to clear my head a little. I got to Donnas' place in about 10 minutes. The house was very big; Tom her ex husband designed it all himself. Donna got the entire house in the settlement (what a bitch!). I thought Tom should have burned it down before handing over the keys to her. It was all ancient history now.

I parked a half block down street, and pulled out the gear for my helmet camera. My camera was being used back at the house, so I used this one that I bought for the fun of it. I put my helmet back on and hit record on the small mini DV recorder.



What ever I was looking at would be the focus of the camera. Being in jeans, black leather jacket, and a black helmet, I was not noticeable in the dark. Quietly I went around to the back of the house. The house was secluded in the back, and the large glass doors gave a good view of the bottom living room and game room. I looked in and couldn't believe what I saw.

Donna was taking on three guys as my wife video taped and shouted encouragement. I thought in the back of my mind that Suzie made a mistake and was being blackmailed. After seeing the events in front of me, I knew better. I just had to keep looking as they grabbed Suzie's naked body and started to bring her into the mass of other bodies.

To look away would get my camera angle looking away also. So I had to watch and not move. This was killing me, because I thought my wife and I were doing good, and had a happy marriage. I watched as Bill Fielder, Paul the bar owner, and a bartender I recognized from the club started to use Suzie and Donna in any position or hole they wanted. I also noticed that like the first video, they did not use any protection. As Bill took Donnas' ass and Paul took Suzie's, I just about got sick again. She never ever let me have anal sex, and would almost never swallow my cum, if I was in her mouth. She was now doing all that and more it seemed. For the next 30 minutes I quietly watched and started to form a plan in my mind.

Just before I was about to leave (I had enough) the front doorbell rang and Donna went upstairs to answer it. I was shocked to see Sarah from my office coming down the stairs. She was recommended by Suzie a few months ago, and I did not do the proper background check I normally do. I hired her on the spot with her resume and Suzie's recommendation. I tried to remember her last name, and then it hit me, it was Fielder. Well I stayed around and watched like a fly on the wall. Sarah went over to Bill and kissed him with passion. It was her husband! She quickly got undressed and started to join the orgy in front of my eyes. I video taped about another hour until they were all spent. Quietly I left the back yard and headed for my bike.

I wanted to drive out of town and not come back but knew my business would suffer. Heading home my plan was getting clearer. Back at the ranch, I put in the tape I just recorded to check it out, and the images were not much better the second time. I recorded this tape next as I felt it was the most important. I grabbed a beer and made a list of things that needed to be done. Tomorrow would be a busy day.

Before I tried to lay down, I started to record and watch the rest of the tapes. I still could not believe it was my Suzie on the tapes. All the signs told me we were finished. She was letting Bill on one of the tapes titty fuck her, and blow his load all over my wife's face. She licked it up and started to ask for more. Paul could be seen putting the camera down on a table, and the two men took her over and over in every hole. They even doubled teamed her in the ass and pussy. The third tape was about two hours long, and was more of the same. Sometimes Donna was nowhere to be found, and I realized Suzie was doing it all on her own. I finally finished all the tapes, even the fourth. This was the worst yet. Suzie was on our bed at home, and she was double teaming some new guys that Donna had meet. Again she was not using any protection. Donna would tell them what to do, and they would obey (even Suzie).

The two guys would call her names like "bitch, whore, slut and cunt." Suzie seemed to love it and got more excited. She had become some super slut, no thanks to Donna. Oh Donna, if you only knew what was coming.

The next day I was gone before Suzie came home. I wanted it that way. The first thing I did was see my friend and company lawyer, Tory. I told him of the situation, and asked if I was OK. I told him I would be in time, but for now I had to keep my eye on my business and my money. He said he would start the divorce paperwork but would not submit it until I gave the go ahead. He told me my business was started before I married Suzie, and that it was in my name only. He was pretty sure it would stay in my hands.

He told me the money in our joint accounts, if any (he then gave me a wink) would be split 50/50, as would the house. I could care less about the house as it didn't feel like a home anymore. The money however I worked very hard for and I was damned if I would give it up as easily as Tom Thomas did for Donna.

I called into work and spoke to my accountant. He said the examiner he hired found something going on with a Donna Thomas, Paul Greely, Bill Fielder, and my new hire Sarah Fielder. He told me it looked like Sarah was the inside person who opened up false accounts and was sending bogus checks to the above names. I asked the question I was dreading. Did my wife get any checks or deposits? He hesitated and said that as of last week, she started to get $50 thousand dollars a week. At that rate, I would be broke in a half year. I told my accountant to talk only to me and report as soon as the auditor was finished. I also said there was a huge bonus if he kept his mouth shut. He said that it wasn't necessary, but I told him loyalty meant a lot to me. He thanked me and said the report should be done by the end of the week at the latest.

I then saw my bank officer who helped me when I was starting out. Kevin could be trusted, and I told him of my situation. He recommended that I take small amounts from our joint account over the next week but leave a little in it so Suzie would not know. I just got a statement last week so I knew it would be another month before she read the next statement. Lately, she had been interested in our finances, and I chalked it up to her wanting to help with the business and at home. Boy was I wrong. Normally, I was the only one who took care of all the bills.

Next I got a recommendation from my lawyer for a good discrete private eye. I stopped by his office and told him what I wanted. He said it would be no problem, and I paid him an extra one thousand dollars to make sure he was not caught. He started surveillance on my wife at once. I told him I needed pictures and any video of whom she meets and where she goes. I also told him that if he got caught, his even bigger bonus would be forfeit. He told me he would handle it personally. With most of my bases covered, I went to the last stop on my list.

Dr. Evans was my family doctor since college. He welcomed me and told me the tests for STD would normally be about two weeks. I told him I would pay extra to get the results back quicker. I also told him I would tell Suzie that I had a groin injury and that I saw the doctor today when I get home. He thought this was a smart way of getting out of sex with Suzie until all the tests came back. He said they should be back within 48 hours if I rushed them.

He also told me to tell her to come in when the time was right, but he would say nothing for the moment until the results came back. He wished me the best, and I left the office feeling a little better. He would call my cell phone when the results got back. I felt it was better to know if there was a problem, and the doctor said medications could help if needed.

Finally, I went home after a long day, and I didn't even get back to the office. I rode my motorcycle instead of renting a car. It felt great to have the wind in my face. I walked in and Suzie was not there (some big surprise). The note on the table said she had gone to Donna' and would be back at dinner time. I had replaced the tapes and sent all the DVD copies to my lawyer. I also made an extra copy of the fourth tape, and watched it in the den. For some reason this tape made me the maddest. The thought of her bringing strangers into our bed was getting to me. She fucked these guys like there was no tomorrow. There was also no guilt on her face, only lust. One of the guys told her to take all his cum after he pulled out of her ass. He shoved it in her mouth and let loose. The cum was dripping out her mouth as he told her to clean him off real good. The other guy was not much nicer. After hiding the DVD copy, I tried to relax but was very nervous. Finally I heard a car door and Suzie came inside the kitchen.

I told her about seeing the doctor about the groin injury; I said I got it from the bike. I tried to smile and told her the doctor said fooling around was off the menu. She just hugged me and asked if there was anything she could do. I held my tongue, and just said it was great to have her as my wife. Her smile faded a little but I pretended not to notice.

I suggested we forget about cooking, and order some Chinese food. She said it was a good idea and ordered for me. I acted stiff, and went to the front of the house. Two houses down a dark colored van parked on the street. My detectives were hard on the case.

Suzie went out later to run some errands, but I think she was meeting Donna or one of her fuck buddies. I told her to be safe, and told her to wake me if she gets back late. I told her I was tired and wanted to sleep. She left, and the dark van followed her as she got in Donna' car. I would find out about her exploits from the P.I. reports. I tried to sleep but it was no use. I watched the backyard tape again I made at Donna' house last night. The scene should have been very sexy, but all it did was make me loose my dinner. I knew this had to end soon.

I finally fell asleep in the den, and my wife woke me up about 10:30pm. She said her and Donna went out for a few drinks and lost track of time. I told her no problem, and said we should get to bed. I also told her I wished we could fuck, but I knew the doctor warned me otherwise. She said she was tired anyway, but I knew the real reason. I was hoping by the end of the week for some kind of closure.

I forgot all about my car in the repair shop and decided to keep riding the motorcycle. It had a feeling of freedom about it that I no longer found at home. Traffic was light as I arrived at the office the next day. I called my accountant in for a closed door meeting, and he told me everything was just about ready. I told him all the bookkeeping errors had to stand up in court. He informed me that the numbers don't lie, and that he was glad to be on the good side. I thanked him and told him how much a bonus he would get. I think he shit a brick, as he thanked me over and over. I just told him I respect loyalty, and he had proved himself worthy.

Thinking about loyalty, I made my way down to the accounting department. Sarah Fielder looked up and tried to put a smile on her face. I asked her how things were going. "I really appreciated all your hard work" I said. I was smiling to myself as I walked away thinking she'll be working in the prison laundry soon.

The paper work on the accounting would be ready for my lawyer in the morning. I now needed to sort out some loose ends. My paperwork had really piled up, and it felt good to jump into work and get it all caught up.

In the late afternoon, my doctor called and said all the tests came back negative. I started to dance in my office and felt very relieved. The thought of dying from some disease was very scary, especially if it came from my wife. The next call came from Suzie. She said Donna heard that if the business was put in her name, it could have a great tax break and get government contracts for a female owned business. I acted like it was a great idea and I would talk to her about it when I got home. She acted happy and told me she cooked a nice dinner for both of us. I was not about to take any advise from a whore like Donna. I also thought to make sure we both eat the same food, as I wasn't sure she wouldn't put something in it. I really don't know what happened to the Suzie I married.

I got home and Suzie kept telling me all the advantages of putting the business that I built from nothing into her name (fat chance!) I told her to write down some ideas and I would show them to my lawyer next week. She seemed very happy and started the list as soon as I left the room. She must have been trying to butter me up, because she said she wanted to make mad love to me, and I reminded her about my pulled groin. In my mind all I could think of was strangers putting their cocks into my wife's body over and over again and her asking for more. I told her it felt better and I should be ready to have a go this weekend. She hugged me and continued on with her list. We both went to bed together, I felt for the last time.

When I woke up Friday, I had breakfast waiting for me. Suzie was happy and was buzzing around the kitchen. I eat my last meal with her, and gave her a kiss goodbye. She looked at me funny and asked if everything was alright. I told her I never felt better, and she would be hearing from me later. I started up the bike and left my house to drive by the park. Suzie and I used to go there in better times. I just couldn't see where we went wrong. I did work a lot, but I gave her 100% of my attention when I was home. It just wasn't good enough I thought. I wanted to talk, no actually argue with her about her actions lately. My hand would be tipped if I let on though

I kicked the bike into gear and went straight to the bank. I left one dollar in the account, canceled all the credit cards, any put the money in my secret safe in the office. Not even Suzie knew about this one. Finally I called her at home, but got no answer. I hopped on my bike and made a B line to my house. I took all the tapes from the guest room dresser including a new one shot the other night. I watched the first part of the tape, before I arrived at Donna' house. The three guys were sitting naked on the couch side by side. Suzie was going from one to another giving slow, passionate blow jobs. The men called her dirty names and grabbed her hair and ears for better leverage. They fucked her mouth over and over again. Donna got close up shots with the camera of their dicks fucking the mouth that I kiss. Suzie just moaned and smiled when her mouth was not full of cock.

I watched with disgust as she then rode each of their cocks in order. They blew their loads in her pussy, and made her clean them off in order. I didn't care to watch the rest as I had an outside view of the whole affair anyway.

I left the house and saw my lawyer one last time. I told him I needed a break, and that I would be on vacation for a week starting Saturday. He said he had given all the tapes and information to the district attorney, and that warrants were being issued as we speak. He also submitted the divorce paperwork. By late afternoon they would all be in jail, including Suzie. The P.I. reports were not very good. Suzie and Donna were running around town spending my company's money. They got the bank she used, and the attorney said he would have the records subpoenaed.

I was also surprised to find out that Donna' half sister was Sarah Fielder. That is how they were all connected. What a slut, she was even fucking her own brother in law

Finally I thought about Suzie' parents. My own folks were dead, and they took me in as their son. This was going to be a sad call. I waited until after 5:00pm and made the call. I told them that Suzie was now in the city jail with the rest of her friends. I told them the story trying not to get to graphic, but I think her mother could read between the lines. I told them I still cared for them and would be in touch after I got back from vacation. I saved them the trouble of asking, and said we were done, and jail would give her a good wake up call. Her mother started to cry, and I told her I had to go.

Finally I got home (if you could call it that), and packed for a long needed rest. I was going by bike and it felt good to just ride again. Just before I left, the phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I answered it thinking it had to do with Suzie's case. It was Suzie herself, getting her one call from jail. She was crying and asked me to please help her. I thought about it and said "that ship had sailed". I asked her why she did it to me, but all I got was silence. I hung up and put on my helmet, this was going to be a much needed break.

Epilogue:

I only saw Suzie in court. She was charged with the others. Her lawyer tried to say that because she was my wife, she was entitled to the company money. This did not wash with the judge. He said using a false account and then cashing the checks was very illegal. He also said that the company was in my name only, so any money gained was also illegal. She got 3 to 7 years. I was not proud of her or the whole situation, but it was good to have it come to a close. She received nothing in the divorce, and the house was still mine. She couldn't even use any of the money for her legal costs or appeals.

Donna and the other did not fair as well. Since they had been getting illegal checks for the past two months, the judge really gave it to them. Paul Greely got 7-10 years and lost the bar to me after I sued. I sold it and recouped some of the money they spent. Last total, they had all spent about $225.000. Bill Fielder got 10 to 12 for his role in the theft. Sarah got a whopping 20 years in jail for being the inside person.

Finally, it was Donna' turn for court. I made sure I was in the front row for sentencing. The judge gave her 10 to 12 years in prison. As she walked away in a prison jump suit and in chains I pulled out a small recorder with her voice on it. The tape was a loop of her laugh going over and over. She shot me a look that would kill, but I just laughed to myself.

I also sued her for her house and won. I transferred the house title back to Tom Thomas. Donna' ex husband loved that house, and I thought he should have it back. He tried to give me money, but I told him to enjoy it, and buy me a pizza sometime when things settle down.

I meet a great girl I hired at work to replace Sarah Fielder. We are now dating, and life is getting better. The sex tapes were somehow leaked to a website. Since I was not on them, I could care less. I understand they are very popular, and get many hits. So if you ever see them on the net, remember the trouble they caused. I really missed the Suzie I used to know, but not the new Suzie from the tapes. For myself, I ride my bike almost all year round and have started to really enjoy life again.

THE END 

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