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The Terms of the Probation (fmmm)
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The Terms of the Probation
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
I am 21 years old and have been married a little over two
years. I'm blonde, blue-eyed, 5'6" tall, and my measurements are
36-22-34. My husband, Scott, is a "10" in any woman's book but
he has a serious problem -- he can't handle drinking. That's how
I became involved in my current situation.
.....
Every time Scott drinks, he gets into fights and because of
this, he has been arrested on several occasions. The last time
he went to court the judge placed him on a supervised probation,
warning Scott that the next time he was arrested he would be
facing serious jail time.
Well, Scott refuses to go anywhere for professional help
with his problem and, sure enough, he got in trouble, again.
We went out to dinner and, of course, Scott couldn't stop
with one beer. I couldn't stop him and, before I could get him
out of the restaurant, he went over to a table where four guys
were sitting and proceeded to punch two of them before he could
be restrained. Someone called the police and they arrived
shortly after the fighting stopped and questioned everybody
involved.
I went up to one of the guys my husband had hit and begged
him not to press charges against Scott, telling him he was
already on probation and I didn't want him to go to jail.
The guy's name was Mark and he walked me off to the side a
little and said the only way he wouldn't press charges was if I
would put out for him and his friends.
Shocked by how blunt he was but seeing little choice in the
matter and wanting to get Scott home before he punched somebody
else, I agreed to Mark's blackmail.
Mark talked to his three friends and they told the police
that they wanted to talk the matter over with their lawyer before
they proceeded. The police agreed and escorted Scott into our
car with a warning.
So, now I knew I was going to have to put out for these
strangers or else risk the possibility of Scott going to jail.
Before I left the restaurant Mark got my address and then
surprised me by saying that he would be by around nine the next
morning.
That next morning Scott finally left for work at 7:30 a.m.
with a splitting headache. I was really worried that he was
going to call in sick but he knew we couldn't afford him taking
another day off and he was liable to get fired if he did.
Instead, I called in sick and found myself in a state of nervous
anticipation.
Sexually, I was pretty inexperienced but I guess like a lot
of girls I had numerous fantasies about being "taken" and even
about being gang-banged. I had to admit, now that it seemed like
it would become a reality, I was even sort of looking forward to
it. I even decided to dress for the part in my see-through
babydoll nightie and high heels. I couldn't quite believe it
myself, when I looked in the mirror!
Right at nine, Mark arrived and introduced me to his friends
-- Tony, Ryan, and Drew. They were all home from college on
semester break. Mark then led me to the center of the living
room and told me to take off the nightie but leave the heels on
and walk around for them.
From the way they ogled my body and commented on my breasts,
pussy and buns, I knew I was going to receive a lot of attention.
They all joked that, on the way over, they had bet if I was a
"natural" blonde, and they were glad to see that I was. Parading
in front of these guys was getting me more excited than I had
ever been before. I couldn't believe that I was already so wet,
I could feel my own moisture between my thighs.
After a few minutes of this, Mark told me to stand behind
one of the chairs, spread my legs and bend over. When I had done
exactly what he ordered, I felt a tongue press between my
pussylips and stroke my clit and I immediately had an orgasm.
Drew moved in front of the chair, dropped his jeans and
stood up on the seat cushion. He had the most beautiful smooth,
pink cock I had ever seen. I've licked Scott's dick when he was
drunk and ordered me to, but I had never actually put it in my
mouth. But now, as in my fantasies, as Drew buried his fingers
in my hair, I engulfed his warm meat with my eager lips.
Behind me, I could feel Mark moving around, and then felt
his cock at my cunt opening. He pushed himself into my slick
tunnel and I felt like I had a wonderful, hot pole running
through my whole body.
Drew had a powerful climax in my mouth and I almost choked
trying to swallow all of his cum. As soon as Drew got down, Tony
jumped up on the cushion, grabbed my blonde hair, and began to
hump his prick in and out of my mouth. He was much rougher than
Drew had been and I felt a little scared, but it added to my own
excitement.
After Mark came in my cunt, he was replaced by Ryan, and his
cock felt like a big baseball bat! If I hadn't been as
lubricated as I was, I don't think I could have accommodated him
-- he was that big!
Just as I settled into a good rhythm with Ryan in my pussy,
Tony exploded in my mouth, and this time, I couldn't swallow fast
enough as some of his cum ran out of my mouth and on to the
chair.
The other three waited for Ryan to cum, which took a good
while, and then they took me into the bedroom. Mark told me to
lie on my back and he straddled my chest, squeezing my big boobs
around his cock. Tony climbed on the bed, behind Mark, knelt
between my legs, pushed his cock into me and began fucking me.
Drew moved over my face and pushed his semi-hard dick in my mouth
and Ryan took my hand and placed it on his cock. I was so turned
on at being taken and used like that, I couldn't really
concentrate on any one of them, and eventually, just let them do
whatever they wanted to my body.
Tony came again and Drew moved to take his place. Mark
finally came as he splurted his warm, sticky cum on my chin and
neck, and Ryan pushed as much cock as I could take into my mouth.
When Ryan came, he pulled out of my mouth and shot his cum all
over my face, and I began an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
As they left that afternoon, they told me that they would be
back the following morning.
How could I object, now? They knew I had enjoyed it as much
as they had -- maybe even more!
.....
As it turned out, I had them over for the next three
mornings, until they left for their college. It was fun. I
never would have tried to live out my fantasies if I hadn't
placed myself in that compromising position.
Scott and I are no longer what you would call happily
married. He still refuses help with his drinking and has lost
his job.
Who knows? I may be out on my own, in my own place, when
Mark, Ryan, Drew and Tony all get home for Summer vacation!
© J. BOSWELL, March 1991
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