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Subject: {ASSM} {Story from Sam Lindsey} Jocelyn's Story - Love Gone Awry Part 3 (wife cheat)
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WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex acts 
between adults. It is a recounting of a cheating wife's extra-marital sexual 
encounters. The relevant story codes for this part are: MF, MMF, oral, gb, 
anal, inter, impreg. Also, this part of Jocelyn's Story includes the abuse 
of alcohol and illegal drugs. If you believe that this story may offend you, 
or if it is illegal to possess such material in the jurisdiction in which 
you live, DO NOT continue any further, and please delete this message and 
any attachments off your computer. You have been warned! To all others, 
enjoy (and please, try to empathize with Jocelyn and not judge her too 
harshly)...

JOCELYN'S STORY: LOVE GONE AWRY
by Jocelyn

Part 3
August 14, 2001

As edited by Sam Lindsey
sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com
_______________________________________________________________________________

Editor's Note:

Hello. My name is Sam Lindsey. Some of you may remember me from my recent 
postings to ASSM and ASS of the series of stories entitled 'Chasing Lolita'. 
For those of you who haven't had a chance to read them yet and would like 
to, they have been archived at the Alt.Sex.Stories Repository and you should 
be able to access them on the web if you click on the following URL:

http://assm1.asstr-mirror.org/cgi-bin/field_search.cgi?search=sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com&index=email

You can also find them on storiesonline.net in an HTML format by clicking on 
the following URL:

http://storiesonline.net/authors/Sam_Lindsey/Chasing_Lolita/Default.html

While I am a little burnt out after writing my last epic and probably won't 
be posting any new stories in the near future, I have been receiving the 
occasional e-mails from other authors requesting my review of and comments 
on their tales. The following story was received from Jocelyn, a young 
mother of two, who has been going through some serious trials and 
tribulations lately. I found Jocelyn's account to be very well written, and 
I have to admit, it tugged on my heartstrings a little. I believe that 
anyone who has ever had to bury a shameful secret deep inside his or her 
soul should be able to feel some compassion for what Jocelyn is going 
through.

Jocelyn explained to me in her e-mail message that, while she wrote her 
story primarily for therapeutic and cathartic reasons, after reading it 
through several times she felt she had an obligation to share it with others 
so that someone somewhere might be able to learn from her tragic mistakes. I 
find this to be a very noble intent indeed, and I have agreed to post her 
story for her so that she can maintain her anonymity. The names of the 
individuals in her story have been changed to protect the innocent and the 
guilty alike. I have broken her torrid tale down into three bite-sized 
chunks and I will be posting them to ASSM and ASS over the next week or so.

Jocelyn has agreed, and in fact, is encouraging any readers who would like 
to provide feedback to her on her story, or who have any helpful words of 
advice for her, to e-mail them to me at sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com and I will 
forward them on to her.

Anyway, enough of my wearisome verbosity!

On with the story!

Sincerely,
Sam

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JOCELYN'S STORY: LOVE GONE AWRY

PART 3
________________________________

My 24-year-old stud, Jack, and I made love all night long that Friday night 
after my husband took our two children out of town to visit their 
grandparents for the weekend. We confessed the fantasies we'd had for each 
other for the past year and then proceeded to act them out, one by one. We 
declared our undying mutual love as we lay in each other's arms and explored 
each other's bodies with our hands and our mouths. At the age of thirty-one, 
I finally received my first taste of a man's cum and, my God, it was 
delicious. I had also experienced the taboo pleasures of anal intercourse 
for the very first time, and I now felt complete as both a woman and a 
lover. My young consort introduced me to so many sexual positions that night 
that my head began to spin from the raw pleasure he inflicted on me. 
Needless to say, it was quite an education for a woman who had only made 
love to one man in her entire life, and then only in the missionary 
position.

Around 6:00 a.m. on Saturday morning, after having had absolutely no sleep 
whatsoever, we decided that we had better call it a night (and a morning) 
and get ready for work. We were both employed by the same electrical supply 
company, and we had both committed ourselves to showing up for a half-day's 
work that morning. We dragged ourselves away from the intimate comfort of 
the bed and went and took a shower together. Jack couldn't seem to be able 
to keep his hands off me, and he leaned me up against the wall of the shower 
stall and banged me mercilessly while I wrapped my legs around his waist and 
held on to his muscular shoulders for dear life. I lost track of how many 
loads of his potent sperm he delivered into my unprotected womb that morning 
and the previous night. I had quit taking birth control pills a few years 
earlier when my husband had his vasectomy, and I knew that I should have 
insisted that Jack wear a condom, but somehow it didn't seem appropriate to 
suggest it after having just professed our love to one another so 
passionately. Also, I have to admit that I loved the feel of his hot semen 
as it splashed up my vaginal tunnel and against the interior walls of my 
uterus.

After Jack had his way with me in the shower, I went downstairs and cooked 
him a hearty bacon and egg breakfast, wearing only the short pink kimono 
that had triggered our illicit liaison the previous evening when it 
accidentally fell open and completely exposed my naked wares to Jack's 
appreciative eyes.

When Jack came downstairs to the kitchen and saw me in my little pink 
nothing of a housecoat, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and 
massaged my naked breasts as he ground his large bulge up against my 
silk-sheathed backside. When it appeared that we were rapidly heading for 
another round of sinful passion, I had to put my foot down.

"Jack," I exclaimed, "stop it or we'll never get to work on time!" He choked 
off my protest with his thick tongue as he forced it into my mouth and down 
my throat before he finally released me and settled down to eat his 
breakfast. I had offered him one of my husband, Danny's, clean white 
T-shirts to wear for the day. I had also let him use Danny's deodorant and 
his cologne, and even his toothbrush, so that he wouldn't have to travel 
back home before heading to work. While we devoured our bacon, eggs, toast 
and coffee, Jack told me that he and his two roommates were having a party 
that night and that he really wanted me to attend.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, wondering how I should dress.

"Saturday," Jack replied in a smart-ass tone of voice as he gave me a little 
impish smirk.

"No," I said testily, "I meant what should I wear?"

"Come in your birthday suit if you want," Jack said as he continued to grin 
at me goofily while chewing his eggs.

"Hmpphhh!" I responded in mock dejection as I crossed my arms and looked at 
him sternly.

Finally he broke out into laughter. "It's totally casual," he said, "just a 
little get-together with a few friends. We'll do some shooters and some 
shots and maybe play a little pool. Come on, Josie, it'll be a blast."

I was a little hesitant because alcohol and I have never made good 
companions. My limit seems to be about one or two glasses of white wine per 
night. After that, I begin to feel a little woozy and not myself. But I so 
wanted to spend every waking moment of every day with my new lover that I 
reluctantly caved in.

"Good," Jack said. "Why don't you come over around eight."

I agreed and we kissed each other good-bye before we headed out the door and 
into our separate vehicles for the drive to work.

When we got to the shop, Jack reported to his station at the loading dock at 
the back of the building and I went into the front office to try to 
straighten out the mess that had been created there from the previous day's 
hectic activity. I was entering one of Jack's hand-written shipping reports 
into the company's accounting system when I came across an illegible line I 
couldn't read. When I went back to the loading dock to ask Jack about it, he 
was loading a transport trailer by himself. Danny's T-shirt that I had 
loaned him earlier was nowhere in sight. As I walked towards him, I admired 
his naked masculine chest and his lean muscular frame and I felt myself 
begin to involuntarily cream in my panties. When Jack saw me approaching he 
gave me his sexy little smile, which only served to make my juices flow even 
more profusely. I only hoped that my panties were soaking them all up and 
that they weren't running down my leg in plain view.

"Jack," I said to him very business-like as I arrived at where he was 
standing on the loading dock, "I can't read what you have written here." I 
held out the shipping report to show to him but he wasn't paying any 
attention to it. Instead he seemed to be scanning the other loading docks 
and the inside of the warehouse looking for something or someone, I didn't 
know what or who. There were only a few people working that day, just a 
skeleton crew, because our boss had only offered the Saturday overtime to 
his best people.

Suddenly Jack grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me into the back of the 
transport trailer. He immediately yanked down on the strap of the sliding 
panel door and pulled it closed behind us, entombing us in the pitch-black 
interior of the long large box. As our eyes began to adjust to our dark 
environment, suddenly Jack was all over me, shoving his tongue into my mouth 
and feeling up my boobs and putting his hand up under my dress to rub my wet 
crotch through my panties. His tongue once again completely filled my mouth, 
and he was mashing it up against mine and licking the inner recesses of my 
oral cavity. I was already so hot to trot that, within seconds, my body 
began to tremble uncontrollably and I had an incredible orgasm while he 
supported my limp body in his strong arms.

After my spasms finally subsided, he pulled his thick tongue from my mouth 
and I said to him astonishedly, "My God, Jack! You made me cum just by 
kissing me."

A little self-congratulatory smirk crept onto his face as he said, "Yeah, I 
know. You are one hot little slut, Josie." I wasn't sure that I liked him 
calling me a slut, even though it sent goose bumps up my spine when he said 
it. It just sounded... oh, I don't know, a little derogatory. "How about a 
little lip action on my cock, baby?" he asked, and before I could object, 
he'd unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his jeans and had them pulled down to 
his knees.

He sat down on a packing crate as I began to protest, "Jack, I don't think 
this is such a good idea. I mean, what if..."

But before I could get my last words out, Jack pulled my head down onto his 
long bone and started to hump his hips up into my face. Reluctantly I began 
to give him head, moving my mouth up and down on his long shaft and 
throating him until my nose was pressed up tightly against his pubic hairs. 
"Oh yeah, Josie," he groaned as he place both his hands on my head and began 
guiding it up and down on his meat, "you are the best little cocksucker I've 
ever met. Keep doing that, baby, and I'll give you a little snack to tie you 
over 'til lunch time." His words were making me increasingly excited, and I 
sucked hard on his bone for a few minutes and then pulled my mouth off it 
and lifted his shaft up with my hand so I could get at his big balls. I took 
one of his oversized testicles into my mouth and began to tongue it 
teasingly and then gently sucked on it for a minute or so before I softly 
dug my teeth into it.

As I repeated this ministration on his other hairy nut, Jack groaned, "Oh, 
baby! You are one gorgeous ball-breaking bitch! Suck on my balls, baby! Make 
me cum! I just love fucking your slutty little mouth!" There was that 's' 
word again. I was beginning to get a wee bit annoyed with some of his 
language, but I was feeling incredibly sexy at the same time as I went back 
to work, deep-throating his big dick while twisting my fist around on his 
thick shaft.

Suddenly, Jack's back arched as he buried his cock nine inches deep in my 
throat and yelled out, "HERE IT COMES, BITCH! EAT MY FUCKING LOAD!!!" I 
didn't even taste his first blast of jizz as it exploded out of the tip of 
his prick right down my neck and directly into my stomach. I pulled my head 
back slightly so I could savor the flavor of his delicious fuck-sauce and he 
filled my mouth with several more rich deposits of his thick cream. I was 
trying to swallow it all, as best I could, although I could feel some of it 
leaking out the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin. Suddenly my 
mouth lost hold of his prick for just a few seconds, but that was long 
enough for him to send a couple of thick jets of sperm onto my face and into 
my hair before I finally recaptured his cockhead between my lips and 
proceeded to drain his heavy balls of their last few drops of seed.

Suddenly someone started pounding on the back panel door of the trailer. 
"Hey, is anyone in there? Is this load ready to go?" I recognized the voice 
as belonging to Jerry, one of our drivers who was about the same age as 
Jack, maybe a little bit older.

"Shit!" I said as I hurriedly got up off my knees and wiped the dirt from 
the trailer floor off them.

"Just a minute!" Jack yelled out as he frantically pulled his jeans back up 
and rebuttoned them.

I was just in the process of licking the cum off my lips and chin when Jack 
walked back to the sliding panel door and pulled it up.

"I thought I heard someone back here," Jerry said as the back door opened 
and he saw Jack but not me. "What the fuck were you doing back here with the 
door closed?" he asked Jack curiously.

As I began to walk from the dark interior of the trailer towards the open 
rear door, Jerry finally saw me and his jaw dropped noticeably.

"Hi, Jerry," I said, trying to produce a smile without turning beet red from 
embarrassment.

"Oh, hi Josie," Jerry replied as he gave me an uncomfortable smile in 
return. I thought that he seemed to be studying my face a little too 
intently, and I was beginning to feel a little uneasy.

Jack broke the heavy silence. "Josie and I were just straightening up some 
paperwork, weren't we Josie?"

I nodded hesitantly as Jerry said, "Oh! Sure, Jack. No problem. Just let me 
know when the load's ready."

As Jerry stood his ground and continued to gawk at me, I excused myself and 
walked around both he and Jack on the loading dock and then returned to the 
front office. When I got to the office, I immediately went into the ladies' 
room to freshen up. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was suddenly 
aghast, and I finally understood why Jerry had been checking me out so 
intently. I had completely forgotten about the two thick ropes of sperm that 
Jack had shot onto my face and in my hair, and they were still hanging there 
like two sloppy trails of glommy white wood paste. 'Ohmigod!' I thought to 
myself in horror as I wetted down a paper towel to clean myself off. I was 
never so embarrassed in my entire life, and I wasn't sure that I would ever 
be able to look Jerry in the eyes again.

After cleaning myself up in the washroom, I went back to sit at my desk. It 
was only then that I realized that I still hadn't gotten a proper answer 
from Jack about the illegible line on his shipping report. I got up from my 
chair and left the office and was walking towards the back loading dock when 
I saw Jack and Jerry still standing there, laughing hilariously about 
something. Jack seemed to be making an obscene gesture with his hand on his 
crotch while Jerry was pointing out something on his own face to Jack. I 
froze in my tracks and hoped that they weren't discussing me. As I turned 
around and headed back towards the front office, I chastised myself for 
being so paranoid. 'You know that Jack's a gentleman,' I told myself. 'He 
would never do something like that, not in a million years.'

Having completely reassured myself on that point, I returned to the office 
and continued my morning's work, occasionally daydreaming about my young 
lover. I began to develop scenarios in my head of how I was going to break 
the news to my husband that I no longer loved him and that I had found 
someone new. I fantasized about getting a speedy divorce and marrying Jack 
in the same white wedding gown in which I'd married Danny. I hadn't really 
thought things through well enough yet to see how my children fit into the 
picture, but I was confident that somehow things would work out for the 
best. I was infatuously, head-over-heels in love, quite possibly for the 
first time in my life, and I firmly, if somewhat naively, believed that love 
would conquer all.

Finally noon hour rolled around and it was quitting time. Jack stuck his 
head into the office briefly and said, "See you at eight?" and I replied, 
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away." He gave me a little wink and flashed me 
his sexy smile and I once again floated up to Cloud Nine.

As I drove home and the sexual endorphins and adrenalin that had been 
maintaining me all morning began to evaporate from my brain, I realized that 
I was incredibly tired from not having slept the previous night, and as soon 
as I arrived home I immediately crawled into bed and crashed.

When I awoke some time later, I sleepily looked at the bedside clock and saw 
that it was already 7:00 p.m. and I hadn't even started to get myself ready 
for Jack's party at eight. I jumped out of bed and headed directly for the 
shower. After showering and toweling myself off, I went into the closet to 
see what I had to wear. I was just about to pull one of my standard party 
dresses down off the hanger when I began to think that maybe I should wear 
something just a bit more provocative. After all, I was probably going to be 
competing for Jack's attention with a bunch of young twenty-something girls.

I started to browse through my wardrobe from my college days a few years 
earlier and found a yellow tube top that I had always liked. Searching 
further, I found one of my short white miniskirts. I pulled them both down 
off their hangers and decided to try them on to make sure they still fit me. 
The tube top was a little tighter than I remembered, probably because I 
hadn't been working out as much lately and had put on a few pounds - not a 
lot, mind you, just a few. But I did love the way my firm 34C tits filled 
out the front of the top, and when my nipples hardened up you could see them 
stretching the thin yellow fabric, and I thought that Jack would probably 
appreciate that.

After opting for the yellow tube top, I next tried on the white mini. It was 
a little bit shorter than I was used to wearing these days. The hemline came 
up about seven inches above the knee, but I did have very long legs so there 
was still a good respectable distance between the hem and my pussy. Having 
decided on a top and a skirt, I then went over to my underwear drawer. I was 
going to pick out a pair of panty hose but decided against it. I thought 
that my legs were tanned enough and that they seemed to nicely complement my 
white skirt even without the hose, so I just selected a pair of my sexiest 
high-cut white thong panties, knowing that they would turn Jack on in case 
he decided to get frisky later in the evening. To complete my outfit, I went 
back in the closet and chose a pair of white open sandals with about a 
three-inch heel. I always thought that a nice heel made me feel a little 
sexier for some reason. I think wearing heels did make me thrust out my 
smallish chest a little more, and I thought that my ass stuck out a little 
more prominently when I wore them. Also, I knew from the leers I used to get 
at college that there is nothing that turns a man on more than the sexy walk 
a nice heel produces.

After selecting my wardrobe for the evening, I went back into the bathroom 
and began to put on my make-up. I've never been big on a lot of gaudy 
cosmetics, so I just applied a bit of sky blue eye shadow and then thickened 
my eyelashes and highlighted my eyes with some black mascara. To finish 
things off, I put on a light red lipstick that blended nicely with the red 
highlights in my hair.

'There!' I thought as I admired myself in the mirror. I did indeed look hot, 
even if I did say so myself. "Those young girls are going to have some 
serious competition tonight," I said to myself proudly. I looked at my watch 
and saw that it was already after 8:00. It was about a fifteen-minute drive 
over to Jack's townhouse, so I knew I was going to be at least fashionably 
late. As I walked downstairs towards the front door I noticed the red light 
flashing on the telephone in the foyer indicating that a message was 
waiting, but I was already running late so I ignored it and left it for 
later.

After about a quarter-hour drive I arrived at Jack's place. I had never been 
there before but I knew where it was located. It was a three-bedroom 
townhouse that Jack shared with two other guys, one being Jack's younger 
brother and the other, a fellow that Jack worked with on the loading docks. 
If memory served me right, I think Jack told me that his younger brother's 
name was Tim. I seemed to recall Jack telling me that he had just turned 
twenty and that he was paying his own way through college by working as a 
busboy out at one of the hotels out by the airport. If he was half as cute 
as Jack, I couldn't wait to see him.

I parked out on the street along with the numerous other vehicles there and 
then walked up to the front door. I could tell from the loud music and the 
crowd noise inside that the party was already well under way. When I knocked 
on the door and it opened, I was greeted by a young man who I didn't know. 
He smiled at me and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Tim, Jack's brother," he 
said, "and you must be Josie." Tim was indeed very cute, but I also noticed 
early on that he had a tendency towards that same annoying shit-eating grin 
that sometimes crept over Jack's face.

"Pleased to meet you, Tim," I said politely as I smiled at him and shook his 
hand.

"I think Jack's in the rec room in the basement," Tim said loudly over the 
blaring music. "Follow me and we'll see if we can find him." Tim began to 
walk down the hallway and I followed closely behind him. There were quite a 
few people in attendance, a few more than Jack had led me to expect, and 
most of them were guys, I'd guess by a margin of at least five or six to 
one.

As Tim and I began to walk down the stairs leading to the basement, the 
heavy aroma of marijuana wafted up like a thick sweet cloud and I began 
having second thoughts about whether I should even have been there. Oh sure, 
I had smoked a little pot back when I was in high school, but it never 
seemed to do much for me, so after Danny and I started going steady I never 
smoked it again. Danny had been a bit of a jock anyway, so he tried to stay 
away from that kind of stuff, and it just wasn't a part of our social 
circle. And even when I was in college, I never got into it. One reason was 
that my friend Cassie was dead set against drugs of any kind, except of 
course for her constant daily fixes of caffeine. And finally, as a mother I 
guess I just felt that I needed to set a proper example for my children, and 
I didn't consider smoking marijuana to be an appropriate thing for a mother 
to do.

As Tim and I finally approached the bottom of the stairs, I checked out the 
rec room. It was very large and took up the whole basement except for a 
small furnace/laundry room and a bathroom off to the one side. The 
centerpiece of the room was a large billiards table stuck right in the 
middle. At the far end of the room there was a long wet bar with six high 
barstools, and all around the circumference of the room were the numerous 
partygoers. Most were either standing up or sitting on the floor because 
there weren't enough chairs to go round. Tim and I were both trying to 
locate Jack among the throng of people, and finally Tim saw him standing 
behind the wet bar at the far end of the room. "There he is!" Tim said 
loudly. Then he grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me along behind him as 
he began to bob and weave through the thick crowd towards Jack. It may have 
only been my imagination, or a combination of the heavy sweet pot smoke and 
the tremendous heat being generated by all the bodies, but I could have 
sworn that as we made our way towards Jack I felt several hands either touch 
my boobs or stroke my ass. And once, when we got stopped up, I'm sure I felt 
a hand go up under my skirt and a finger run up the crotch of my panties 
along my slit. But I was never able to look around and see who had done it 
because Tim would just start pulling on my hand again as soon as he saw the 
next opening.

As we made our way past the end of the pool table and the crowd began to 
thin out somewhat, I finally saw Jack standing behind the wet bar. He 
appeared to be engaged in conversation with a young blonde girl sitting on 
one of the high barstools. She was wearing a half-top that exposed her 
entire midriff and a miniskirt that appeared to be even shorter than mine. 
And to top it all off, she didn't even appear to me to be of legal drinking 
age. I watched them intently as Jack and her intertwined their right arms 
and then pelted back two shooters. Then Jack gave her my sexy little smile, 
the one that was supposed to be reserved exclusively for me, and I readily 
admit that I became more than just a little bit jealous as I watched Jack 
flirt with that little blonde bimbo.

Finally Tim and I reached the wet bar. "Hey Jack, look who I found!" Tim 
yelled loudly above the music.

"Jo-ssiiieee!" Jack called out somewhat drunkenly as he stepped around from 
behind the bar and gave me a big hug. I could tell by the redness in his 
eyes that he had already had a substantial amount to drink, or possibly 
smoke, or maybe both. As Jack hugged me, Little Miss Bimbo got a look on her 
face that could have sunk a battleship. Just to pour salt on her wound, I 
reached my hand behind Jack's neck and pulled his face into mine so I could 
give him a big tongue kiss, with plenty of emphasis on the tongue. I made 
damn sure that Little Miss Bimbo saw my tongue each and every time I pulled 
it from Jack's mouth before I shoved it right back in and down his throat.

Jack reached back behind his head and unclamped my hand from his neck. 
"Whoa, Nellie!" he exclaimed breathlessly as he pulled his face away from 
mine. "Time to breathe for a minute, baby." Then he gave his sexy little 
smile back to me, and to me alone, once again.

Little Miss Bimbo must have gotten perturbed because I saw her get up from 
her stool and walk back into the throng of people by the pool table. As I 
sat down on her stool, I noticed that Tim was still gawking at me with his 
jaw hanging down around his chest. I had forgotten that he was standing 
right beside Jack and I when I decided to rape Jack's mouth with my tongue, 
and I guess he must have gotten quite an eyeful. Just to torment him 
further, I gave him my most sultry sexy look and then teasingly ran my 
tongue slowly over my red painted lips. I couldn't help but glimpse down at 
his crotch to see whether I had produced the desired effect, and sure 
enough, I saw his cock first twitch and then begin to grow under the blue 
denim fabric of his jeans. Okay, I admit it; I was feeling just a little bit 
wicked!

"What'll you have, Josie?" Jack asked me after he resumed his spot behind 
the bar.

"A glass of white wine please, if you have it," I answered politely as I 
tried to smile provocatively at him.

"White wine it is," Jack said as he uncorked a half-full bottle and began to 
fill a fresh glass.

Tim had decided to sit down on the stool beside me, and he was sipping on 
his beer while covertly sneaking glances at me in the mirror that was 
mounted on the wall behind the bar. Jack handed me my glass of wine, and I 
was just taking my first sip when I saw two large male hands grab the stool 
on the other side of me. When I looked around to see who it was, I was a 
little disturbed to discover it was Jerry, the truck driver from work who 
had seen me with my cum-covered face earlier that day.

"Hi, Josie. Long time no see," Jerry said cheerfully, if a little 
facetiously.

"Hi... Jerry," I replied somewhat tentatively as I began to feel uneasy with 
embarrassment.

I had to admit, Jerry cleaned up pretty good. Gone were the grungy 
coffee-stained T-shirt and the grease-smeared blue jeans that he always wore 
at work. Instead he was wearing a black silk shirt and white cotton pants. 
His dark hair, which usually appeared tousled and unkempt, was combed back 
nicely on his head and appeared to be wetted down or maybe gelled. He had 
shaved his two-day stubble off his face, and I could smell the not too heavy 
fragrance of his very masculine cologne. I also noticed that he had the top 
three buttons of his shirt undone, exposing a nice thin mat of dark chest 
hairs. I hated to admit it, but Jerry looked hot!

Jack set a bottle of Sauza down on top of the bar and yelled out 
"TE-KEEE-LAAA!!!" as he produced four shot glasses, a bowl of lime wedges 
and several shakers of salt. As Jack and Tim and Jerry licked the webs of 
their hands between their thumbs and forefingers, I began to mildly protest. 
"I'm really not much of a drinker, Jack," I said truthfully. "I'm not sure 
that I should be drinking tequila."

"Nonsense!" Jack said rather drunkenly as he pushed a shaker of salt in 
front of me. I watched the three of them as they wetted their hands with 
their tongues and then poured salt on the moist area, and I copied them. 
Meanwhile, Jack had poured out four shots of tequila and had set them down 
on the bar, one in front of each of us. We all raised our shot glasses as 
Jack made the toast. "Here's to swimming with bowl-legged women!" I thought 
his toast to be rather tasteless and crude and vaguely reminiscent of 
something I thought I'd heard in a movie once. Nevertheless, we all raised 
our glasses in salute and then tipped our heads back and pelted the clear 
liquid down our throats. I had never drunk tequila before, and as soon as 
the liquor hit my mouth, I suddenly knew why. The taste was horrific and my 
body began to spasm as I tried to swallow it quickly and rid the flavor from 
my mouth. I saw all of the guys grab a lime wedge and squeeze the juice into 
their mouths so I followed suit, and the tart citrus flavor of the lime 
immediately began to dissipate the harsh taste of the tequila. After 
squeezing all the juice into my mouth, I continued to suck on the end of the 
wedge, trying to coax the last few drops of juice out of the pulp.

"Brrrrrr!" Tim said as he involuntarily shivered at the taste of the horrid 
stuff. Then, astonishingly, he said, "Goo-oo-ood!" as he smiled at me and 
watched me intently as I sucked the remaining drops of life out of my lime.

"Time for another!" Jack said almost immediately, and we repeated the same 
awful ritual again. After our third shot of tequila, a lit joint began to 
make its way down the bar towards us. Tim received it first and took a deep 
drag on it, holding the smoke down in his lungs, as he passed it on to me.

"No thanks," I said as I took it and began to pass it to Jerry.

"Come on, Josie!" Jack pleaded with me disappointedly when he saw me refuse 
the toke. I was torn. I was already beginning to feel very light-headed from 
the tequila shots and I didn't want to get any more intoxicated than I 
already was, but Jack appeared to look almost hurt that I wouldn't share 
with him the experience of smoking marijuana together, so I reluctantly held 
the cigarette up to my lips and took a deep haul and tried to hold it in. 
But I wasn't used to smoking anything, much less weed, and within a few 
seconds the obnoxious irritant was more than I could handle, and I coughed 
it up loudly and continued to hack and choke for several seconds afterwards.

"That's my girl," Jack said to me proudly as he leaned over the bar and gave 
me a deep tongue-kiss. As Jack was kissing me, I looked in the mirror behind 
him and noticed Jerry watching us intently as he puffed away on what was 
fast becoming just a long roach. After Jack and I finished kissing, Jerry 
passed the butt to Jack behind the bar. While he did this, I discreetly 
glimpsed down towards Jerry's crotch and saw the bold outline of what 
appeared to be a huge cock bulging out from under the white cotton material 
of his trousers. I thought that I had only been watching it for a second, 
but as it began to grow longer and thicker before my eyes, I suddenly felt 
like I had been staring at it for minutes, perhaps hours, and I quickly 
diverted my gaze back up to the bar. I once again noticed Jerry's reflection 
in the mirror as he smiled at me appreciatively while he checked out my 
tight body from head to toe.

We all did another two shots of tequila and then another joint made its way 
down to our end of the bar before I excused myself to go to the washroom. I 
didn't really have to go pee, but I felt like I needed to splash some cold 
water on my face. I wasn't really feeling dizzy but more like... I don't 
know... wavy maybe... as I weaved my way through the crowd towards the 
washroom. The bathroom door was locked when I got there and I had to wait a 
minute until a young man came out and smiled at me and said, "You're next."

As I started to walk into the bathroom, suddenly Jack was behind me. He shut 
the door and then took me in his arms and began kissing me voraciously, 
working his thick tongue around inside my mouth until it almost felt like it 
had merged with me and become part of my own body. As Jack pulled his lips 
from mine, I saw that he had already extracted his big cock from his pants. 
He sat up on the sink, and with his hand on the back of my head, he began 
urging me down to take him into my mouth.

"God, you look so sexy tonight, Josie," he said quietly as he stroked my 
hair while my hot mouth enveloped his heavy prick. "As soon as I saw you 
tonight, I wanted to jump over the bar and fuck you right then and there." 
His lurid confession made me moan, and my lips vibrated on his cock as I 
began to make passionate love to it with my mouth. Jack pushed my tube top 
down to expose my breasts so he could pinch my nipples while I blew him, and 
I was feeling so incredibly horny and sexy, and yet somehow distant at the 
same time. I almost completely forgot about Jack as I began to orally 
worship his long prick as if it were a separate entity unto itself. I felt 
so complete each time I swallowed its nine-inch length down my throat. Jack 
was moaning and groaning and twisting his hands around in my hair as I 
tried, as hard as I knew how, to coax a big load from his beautiful balls.

While I was leaned over, fisting Jack's prick and licking the pre-cum from 
his pee-slit, the door to the washroom suddenly opened and there stood Tim, 
Jack's brother, with his eyes wide open and his jaw hanging down around his 
knees.

"Jesus Christ, Tim," Jack said annoyedly, "get in here and shut the door if 
you've got to go."

Tim obediently closed and then locked the door behind him, and then he tried 
to crawl past my mini-skirted backside to get to the toilet. He put his 
hands on the cheeks of my ass as he dragged his groin against them while 
attempting to circumnavigate me within the tight compartment the three of us 
were trapped in. When I felt his large bulge press heavily into my butt, I 
groaned lustfully around the thick piece of meat that was inhabiting my 
mouth, and Jack groaned back in return and moved his big hands up from my 
breasts and back onto my head.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Tim as he unzipped his fly and pulled 
his big prick out of his pants. As a long yellow streak of urine exploded 
out of the tip of his dick and began to splash down into the toilet bowl, I 
admired his youthful cock. It appeared to be at least six or seven inches 
long semi-erect, and I figured that it would probably be a good eight or 
nine inches long when hard. There was a long bluish vein coursing up the 
side of his long shaft which in turn led up to a nice thick crown. His cock 
wasn't as dark as Jack's, but it somehow looked younger and more alive. As 
Tim shook it off, I suddenly knew that I had to have it in my mouth.

I let Jack's cock drop from my mouth and immediately sank to my knees on the 
cool bathroom floor beside Tim. I grabbed his cock as he stared at me in 
dumbfounded amazement, and I licked the last few drops of urine from his 
slit before I engulfed his entire prick in my mouth and began sucking him 
like a madwoman. Tim was groaning like a small hurt animal when I suddenly 
felt Jack's strong hands under my arms, lifting me up off his brother's 
prick.

"Hey baby, remember me?" Jack asked as he raised me back up onto my feet and 
then pulled my face back down onto his prick using the hand that he now had 
wrapped in my hair. I must have forgotten that I was sucking Tim's prick. 
For some reason, I thought I'd still been blowing Jack, and I quite 
understood why he was so suddenly perturbed.

"Why don't you try her cunt on for size, bro'," Jack said to Tim as I began 
to once again slurp up and down noisily on Jack's huge pole with 
nymphomaniacal fervor.

I felt Tim move up behind me and flip my miniskirt up onto my back, and then 
I felt my white thong panties begin to slide down my legs until Tim lifted 
my feet out of them, one at a time.

"Do I have to wear a jacket?" I heard Tim ask Jack.

"I don't think so, bro'. Does Tim have to wear a condom, Josie?" Jack asked 
me as his nine inches finally slid completely down my throat. Unable to 
speak, I just shook my head 'no'. "Go for it, bro'," Jack said as he 
conveyed my silent reply to Tim.

I felt Tim's hands on the naked cheeks of my ass, and then I felt my cunt 
being impaled by his long thick bone as he began to fuck me deep and hard. 
He was pounding his young teen-aged cock up into me as if this was going to 
be his very last day on earth and I was going to be his very last piece of 
ass. Each time he jammed his big prick deep into my hole, Jack's cock would 
slide completely down my throat. I was so full of dick that I could hardly 
stand it, and my pussy was producing juices like Niagara Falls produces fast 
water on a good day.

"Fuck, is she ever wet!" Tim exclaimed appreciatively as he continued to 
jackhammer his muscular teenaged cock up into me.

"I know," Jack replied. "She's a little fucking slut, aren't you Josie?" 
Jack asked me. What could I do but just shake my head 'yes'? It was true, I 
guess. Why else would I be fucking two brothers at the same time in a 
cramped little washroom while my husband and two children were probably 
trying to call me at home. It seemed that Jack was right: I had become a 
slut!

Tim reached around and grabbed my breasts, and he was roughly mauling them 
with his hands when I felt Jack's juices begin to squirt from the tip of his 
prick. "EAT ME, SLUT!!!" Jack growled as he twisted my hair around in his 
hands and yanked my face down hard on his fat cock.

When Tim saw his brother start to cum in my mouth, he lost it. "Oh fuck, 
Josie!" he exclaimed loudly. "I'm gonna cum in your cunt, baby!" And with 
that, he grabbed my ass cheeks firmly and shoved his long pole all the way 
up my hungry twat as his potent sperm blasted up from his heavy balls and 
coated my insides.

When I felt the scalding hot man-juice begin to fill me from both ends, I 
began to have the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. I 
was trying to swallow Jack's copious load while simultaneously concentrating 
on the intense pleasure Tim's cock was giving me as I went into a full-blown 
fit, convulsing and shuddering like an epileptic in the midst of a grand mal 
seizure. Tim moved his hands back up to my breasts to steady me as Jack 
continued to press my face down tightly into his groin while he pumped my 
mouth full of sperm.

Finally, Jack let go of my head, leaned back against the mirror above the 
sink, and closed his eyes as he muttered a very contented, "Fuucckkk!"

I felt Tim's cock begin to contract from my cunt, so I turned around to face 
him and then fell to my knees in front of him. I took his penis in my hand 
and inserted it into my mouth and then lovingly cleaned all of his and my 
sex juices off of it with my lips and tongue before I finally let it slip 
away from my face. I stood back up and walked over to the toilet, and then 
sat down and began to pee as Jack and Tim replaced their cocks in their 
pants.

"We'll see you back out there," Jack said as he opened the door carefully 
about halfway and then sneaked through it. Tim gave me a timid little smile 
as he followed his brother out the door and then shut and locked it behind 
him. I just continued to sit on the toilet and I put my head down in my 
hands. I was completely spent and very, very high. I couldn't ever remember 
having had a buzz like this before in my entire life. The small 40-watt bulb 
in the bathroom seemed to glare down at me like a massive floodlight as I 
swabbed Tim's impressive load of cum from my cunt with some toilet tissue. 
The kid sure knew how to fuck, and I wondered who he'd learned it from.

After cleaning up my pussy as best I could, I looked around for my white 
thong panties but I couldn't see them anywhere. Finally I gave up looking 
and then opened the bathroom door. There was a long line-up of people 
standing outside the door, waiting to use the can, and I felt a little 
embarrassed as I brushed past them, saying "Excuse me, excuse me," on my way 
back to the bar. Perhaps I was just hallucinating, but I felt sure that I 
heard one or two voices mutter "Slut!" under their breath as I walked by.

When I finally got back to the bar, Tim was already sitting on his stool 
again and Jerry was still sitting there as well, apparently holding my seat 
for me. As I'd approached them from a distance, they had appeared to be 
engaged in conversation, but as I neared them, they both quit talking 
simultaneously and instead turned around to look at me. Jerry pulled my 
barstool out for me and I sat back down between the two of them.

"Don't let me interrupt your conversation," I said as I pulled the hem of my 
miniskirt down my thighs, completely cognizant of the fact that I no longer 
owned any panties.

Jerry said, "That's okay, Josie. We were just shooting the shit. We'd much 
rather talk to you, wouldn't we Tim?" Tim nodded his head as he smirked at 
me goofily with his big shit-eating grin.

"Well, I'm afraid that I may not be much of a conversationalist tonight," I 
said. "I'm feeling just a lit-tle bit high," I added in a high-pitched tone 
of voice as I fluttered my fingers at the side of my head to add emphasis to 
my comment.

"That's okay, Josie," Jerry said quietly as he smiled at me beautifully. 
"We'll just look at you then, if that's okay. After all, you are the 
prettiest girl here tonight."

My heart fluttered a bit when I heard Jerry say that, and I took his hand in 
mine as I responded, "Why thank you, Jerry. That's the nicest thing anyone's 
said to me all evening." Then I brought his big hand up to my lips and gave 
it a soft tender kiss, discreetly licking the tip of my tongue against it 
just before releasing it from my grip. Once again I noticed Jerry's cock 
begin to thicken up nicely within the tight confines of his white cotton 
trousers.

Suddenly I remembered that I hadn't seen Jack since I'd returned. I looked 
around the rec room to try to find him, and when I couldn't, I asked, 
"Where's Jack?"

Tim immediately chirped up, "Oh, he had to go tend to a few errands. He told 
me to ask you to sit tight and he'd be right back."

"Oh," I replied tersely, unsure of exactly what kind of errands Jack could 
tend to this late at night in his semi-inebriated state.

Tim apparently decided that he would become the bartender in his big 
brother's absence, and he went behind the bar and kept my wine glass full to 
the brim at all times. In addition, he also aped his brother by pouring us a 
couple more shots of tequila each, which he and Jerry and I downed in our 
customary ritual fashion. I had to admit that I was beginning to enjoy the 
unusual flavor of the pungent liquor and the strange effects it was having 
on me.

As the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into half-hours, I 
found myself talking more and more with Jerry while Tim continued to gawk at 
me through his idiotic grin. While Tim was an impressive cocksman, his 
conversation techniques left something to be desired. Hopefully, college 
would broaden the horizons of his knowledge and he would develop something 
more to lure young ladies into bed with than just his impressive pecker.

I hate to admit it, but I had completely misjudged Jerry at work. I really 
hadn't had much contact with him over the past year, but whenever I did see 
him, I guess I judged him solely on his appearance, which in hindsight was 
more than just a little bit shallow of me. His dirty garb at work had turned 
me off from the first moment I saw him, and I never got any further than 
that with him. But as I talked to him while we sat at the bar, he apologized 
for his appearance at work but told me that he had destroyed so many sets of 
clothes, loading and unloading his transport and tinkering around with his 
engine, that he'd finally just given up and decided to wear only his 
grungiest clothes to work. "After all," he explained to me, "I never felt 
like I had to impress anybody at the shop..." He hesitated for a second and 
suddenly blushed a deep red as he stared down at his feet and added, "... 
that is, until I met you."

"Oh Jerry," I enthused over his compliment, and I leaned over to give him a 
big kiss on the cheek, leaving a large set of wet lipstick prints in the 
process. When I'd leaned over to kiss him, Jerry had put one hand around my 
thin waist while his other hand came down and rested high up on my thigh. 
After I finished kissing him, I could feel his reluctance as he released my 
waist and brought the hand that had been resting on my thigh back up onto 
the bar, and at that moment, I knew he wanted me.

Jerry was very charming and incredibly well spoken as we continued to 
converse while I waited patiently for Jack to return from running his 
'errands'. When Jerry found out that I had graduated from community college, 
he told me that he had also attended a post-secondary institution but had 
dropped out after two years, not for lack of academic standing, but because 
he wanted to "taste a bit of life," he said. He seemed reluctant to discuss 
specifics, but with the encouragement of a little under-the-arm tickling, I 
was finally able to drag out of him the name of the school he attended. 
"Harvard?" I gasped in complete shock. "You went to Harvard?" He just 
embarrassedly shook his head 'yes'. I turned my stool around to face his and 
again took his hand in mine as he continued to amaze and fascinate me with 
his incredible stories of his adventures on the road. He was some kind of 
truck-driving Jack Kerouac, and I found myself putting my hand on his thigh 
and rubbing it while I laughed in sincere appreciation at the funny 
anecdotes he would tell.

After about an hour and a half of totally delightful conversation, I excused 
myself as I had to go the washroom. "Before you go, Josie, take a hit off 
this," Tim choked out to me while trying to keep his lungs filled with 
marijuana smoke as he passed me a freshly lit joint. I took a couple of deep 
pulls off the reefer and sucked the smoke deep into my lungs, no longer the 
least bit prone to coughing fits. Then I passed it on to Jerry as I said to 
him, "I'll be right back."

"Promise?" he smiled at me.

"Promise," I said as I returned his smile, mine perhaps just a little more 
provocative than his, and I ran my little pink tongue over my thin sensuous 
lips. I watched Jerry's cock jump in his pants again and then turned and 
began to make my way towards the washroom. When I arrived there, there 
wasn't a line-up so I turned the doorknob and opened the door. What I saw 
next ripped my heart in two! There was Jack, sitting on the toilet with both 
the seat and the lid down while that blonde teenaged slut, Little Miss 
Bimbo, had her skirt hiked up around her waist and was bouncing up and down 
on Jack's big prick like it was a fucking pogo stick. Jack had her skimpy 
half-top pushed up to her neck and was sucking on one of her small tits as 
she pressed his head to her bosom and rode him like an unbroken stallion. As 
she pounded her little blonde pussy up and down on his long pole, she was 
moaning loudly, "Fuck me, Jack! Oh yeah, lover! Fuck me! Make me cum! Shoot 
your cum up my baby cunt!"

'Baby cunt' was right! If that girl was any more than sixteen years old, I'd 
have eaten HER slutty little shorts!

I don't believe either of them saw me as I slammed the door shut in disgust 
and stormed back to the bar. I sat back up on my stool, grabbed the bottle 
of Sauza off the top of the bar and tipped it up to my mouth, guzzling back 
about two or three straight shots.

Jerry looked quite concerned as he asked me, "Are you okay, Josie? Is 
everything all right?" In answer, I put my hand behind his head and pulled 
his face into mine as I parted his lips with my tongue and began to ravage 
his mouth. I wasted no time, and I reached down and grabbed his thick pole 
through the cotton material of his trousers. His cock sprang to life 
immediately and began to grow huge in my hand. Jerry was moaning loudly 
around my tongue as I swirled it around inside his mouth and tried to drive 
it down his throat. I could feel wet spots of pre-cum beginning to soak 
through his pants as I squeezed hard on his thick bone while rubbing my 
thumb roughly over his cockhead. Suddenly, I pulled my mouth away from his, 
stared deeply into his eyes with as much lust as I could muster, and panted 
breathlessly, "Fuck me!"

Jerry stood up from his stool, took my hand and was trying to get me to 
stand up when I grabbed the bottle of Sauza and proceeded to dump another 
three shots down my gullet. Then I stood up rather shakily as Jerry tried to 
lead me somewhere. But when I saw that Tim had vacated his spot behind the 
bar and that Jerry and I were the only ones still at the bar, I pulled him 
around behind it and I either fell or lay down on the carpeted floor, I'm 
not sure which. I immediately pulled my white miniskirt up around my waist, 
completely exposing my little hairless cunt to Jerry. I'm not sure that he 
really wanted to fuck me there like that, but I guess his lust overtook him 
as well, and he dropped down onto his knees, hurriedly undid his pants and 
pulled them down his thighs. His huge hunk of meat was pointed straight up 
in the air, and my God, it had to have been ten inches long if it was an 
inch. Jerry wasted no time on niceties, which was fine with me, and he 
immediately jammed his massive rod all the way up my skinny cunt. He had no 
problem at all getting it in, what with all the greasy lubricant Tim had 
deposited inside me earlier, and soon he was jamming his entire long pole up 
my twat as he lay on me and held me in his arms. His cock was filling me 
completely as he leaned his face over mine and gazed at me with an 
expression somewhere between love and lust as he whispered to me, "Oh God, 
Josie, I've wanted you from the first day I met you. Tell me that this isn't 
all just some kind of crazy dream."

I wrapped my legs around him and began to fuck him back just as hard as he 
was fucking me as I rasped at him, "It's no dream, Jerry. Fuck me, lover!" 
He began to pummel me with his big prick as he leaned his face in to mine 
and stuck his tongue into my mouth. If possible, I believe his tongue may 
even have been longer and thicker than Jack's, and I immediately began to 
cum as he began to move it around sexily in my mouth. My earlier 
cock-teasing appeared to have played havoc with Jerry's stamina as well, 
because suddenly he blurted out, "Oh God, Josie, I'm cumminnnggg!!!"

"Cum for me, baby!" I said loudly as I grimaced while my body was wracked 
with convulsions. "Shoot your slimy load up my little cunt! Shoot it so far 
up me I can taste it!" And with that, Jerry let loose his pent-up sperm deep 
inside my sloppy fuck-hole. I could feel it as it literally exploded from 
his prick and ricocheted around in my unprotected womb. My cunt was spasming 
around his thick meat, trying to coax more and more of his cum out of him, 
and I maintained my scissor-lock around his back and pulled his face down to 
kiss me as he continued to pump me with his short strokes and fill my pussy 
to the brim with his cream.

Finally, completely spent, he collapsed down on top of me. I hugged him to 
my body and closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his hot smooth cock deep 
inside my vaginal tunnel.

Suddenly, Jerry was up and off of me, almost as if he had been levitated by 
some unknown force. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see three other 
young men holding Jerry against his will, and a fourth man who was undoing 
his pants and dropping them to expose his vulgar looking cock to me. I 
couldn't remember having seen any of them earlier in the evening, and 
suddenly the fourth man was on top of me and then in me. I closed my eyes to 
escape the horror as I heard Jerry's voice angrily yell out, "You rotten 
motherfuckers! Let me go! I'll fuckin' kill every last one of you 
sons-of-bitches!" While Jerry was threatening his captors in defense of my 
honor, the disgust I'd initially felt from being raped by this stranger 
began to rapidly metamorphose into something akin to lust, and rather than 
feeling a rapist's vulgar tool between my thighs, I now felt just another 
cock amongst the many I'd fucked that day already. I wrapped my long lean 
legs around his torso and pulled his face down to kiss me as I began humping 
my hips up into him and grinding my cunt around on his thick sausage.

"Look!" I heard one of Jerry's captors exclaim in amazement. "She's fucking 
him back!"

I opened my eyes just in time to see an unmistakable look of revulsion creep 
across Jerry's face as his body sagged noticeably in his captors' arms. The 
three men then let go of him and he gave me one more contemptuous look of 
disgust at me before he turned to walk away. I tried to call out after him, 
to somehow explain my slutty behavior to him, but I just couldn't find the 
words. Instead I grabbed the ass cheeks of the man on top of me and tried to 
pull him yet deeper inside me.

It didn't take long for my attacker to deliver his rapist load deep inside 
my unprotected pussy, and all of the cocks and faces became just a blur 
after that. I was so enrapt in my unquenchable thirst for cum that I just 
kept wanting more and more. I remember having one cock in my pussy while 
another fucked itself in and out of my mouth until it spewed its heavy load 
down my throat. I remember Carl, the 17-year-old black stock boy who worked 
in the warehouse of the same company that employed me, as he rammed me hard 
with his thick teenaged dick while thanking me profusely and telling me I 
was his first. I remember old Joe, the company's outside salesman, as he 
sank his solid eight-incher into my cunt, only to find it too sloppy for his 
liking. So he placed his hands behind my thighs and pushed my legs up to my 
chest as he sank his old cock all the way up my ass and fucked me furiously 
while he inexplicably kept calling me Julie over and over and over again. 
And finally, before I went completely comatose, I remember Little Miss 
Bimbo, Jack's 16-year-old blonde whore, as she lowered her sloppy cunt down 
onto my face and had me suck and slurp Jack's cum of her tight teenaged 
pussy.

That was the last thing I remembered until the next day. I awoke around 8:00 
the next morning, still lying in my same prone position on the floor behind 
the bar. My white miniskirt was still bunched up around my waist and my 
pussy was caked with a hard crust of dried cum. My legs and the floor 
beneath me were also coated with the crusty stuff. My yellow tube top had 
been pulled down around my navel, and I noyiced numerous hickies and teeth 
marks all over my small tender breasts.

I slowly raised myself to a sitting position and my head began to thump like 
there was a little man inside it with a hammer, trying to punish me for last 
night's numerous indiscretions. I struggled up to my feet and leaned against 
the bar. When I saw the bottle of Sauza still sitting there, I grabbed it 
and chugged down a good two to three ounces and then set my head down on the 
bar waiting for the liquor to take effect. Finally, after two or three 
minutes, I felt the throbbing in my head begin to subside somewhat, so I 
stood up and walked to the bathroom. There were at least twelve young men 
strewn around the rec room, sleeping off the previous night's festivities. 
Most were sprawled out on the floor, although two were up on the pool table. 
I hoped I hadn't let all of them fuck me last night, but I couldn't be sure.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I flipped on the light and 
looked in the mirror. I was a complete fucking mess! I had dried cum caked 
all over my face and in my hair. My mascara had run halfway down my face and 
I looked like some kind of Alice Cooper wannabee. I was so grotesque, I 
looked like a prime candidate for major plastic surgery.

I cleaned myself up as best I could and then stumbled up the stairs to try 
to escape out the front door without having anyone see me. However, even 
upstairs everyone appeared to be quite comatose. I also noticed that I 
appeared to be the only female still remaining there.

I opened the front door, exited, and then quietly closed it behind me. I ran 
out to my car and jumped in it and sped home. Thank God I didn't get pulled 
over by the cops because I'm sure my blood-alcohol level was still far above 
the legal limit. As soon as I got home, I ran upstairs and ran a hot tub. I 
jumped in the tub and scrubbed and scrubbed my skin to get all the filthy 
cum off it. I stuck my fingers deep up my pussy and tried to swirl the soapy 
water around in there as well. After lying in the tub until the water began 
to turn too cool to stay in it, I finally got out and toweled myself off. I 
was just about to crawl into bed when I saw the red light on the bedroom 
telephone flashing, and I remembered that I had an unheard message from 
yesterday. I picked up the telephone receiver and dialed the access code 
reqired to listen to the message. When the message began to play, it was my 
husband, Danny.

"Hi honey, it's me. It's about 8:00 on Saturday morning. I couldn't sleep at 
all last night. I was feeling so guilty about treating you so miserably 
earlier. I guess I thought you were trying to blame me for all our problems, 
and I admit that I took offense. Can you find it in your heart to forgive 
me? I love you so much, baby. I've always loved you. I don't know what 
happened to us exactly, but I'm certainly willing to try to find out and to 
try to make things right. I just want to be your best friend and your lover 
again, baby, like we used to be. I'm sorry, Jo. Please forgive me. We'll 
talk when I get back, and we'll definitely take some counseling. Just a 
minute, the kids want to say hello."

As the children began to tell me in their hurried voices about all the 
adventures they were having at their grandparents' house, my hand leapt up 
and clamped itself over my mouth as a flood of tears began to well up in my 
eyes and I began to sob uncontrollably.

My God, what had I done? As I'd listened Danny rededicate his love to me, I 
suddenly realized how much I still loved him. Everything I'd done in the 
past two days had been lust - pure animalistic, hedonistic lust. I realized 
now that I'd never really loved Jack or Jerry or anyone else. Danny was my 
one true love, and now I may have destroyed my chances with him forever. I 
continued to sob and heave as I slid into deep despair.

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PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM JOCELYN TO SAM LINDSEY
AUGUST 9, 2001

This then is my story, Sam. When Danny returned from his trip, we did 
undertake marriage counseling. However, the counselor felt that I had 
serious issues that needed to be delved into through private one-on-one 
therapy, so we suspended counseling until such time as I complete my 
therapy. That was over a month and a half ago. Since then I've found out I'm 
pregnant, and I have no idea who the father is. The only thing I do know is 
that it isn't Danny. I have tried to think about abortion, but I honestly 
don't know if I can go through with it. I have been diagnosed now with 
clinical depression and I begin a regimen of anti-depressants tomorrow. I've 
been assured that they should have no impact on the baby, although I'm so 
fearful of everything and everyone anymore.

I am in a complete quandary, Sam. I just don't know what to do. I'm not 
looking to you to solve my problems, but I think I need to tell my story on 
the off chance that it may help someone somewhere avoid these same terrible 
mistakes I have made.

Thank you, Sam, for agreeing to post it for me. I look forward to any 
comments or advice from the readers.

Appreciatively,
Jocelyn

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RETURN MESSAGE TO JOCELYN FROM SAM LINDSEY
AUGUST 9, 2001

Jocelyn, I can't profess to have any idea of the turmoil and confusion you 
must be experiencing at this moment. All I do know is that my heart goes out 
to you, sweetie. If it's any consolation, I can tell you that lust has 
caused me significant problems at various times in my life as well. I can't 
tell you that everything came up roses after those naughty episodes because 
that would be a lie. All I can tell you is, that no matter what, life goes 
on.

I would never be so presumptuous as to attempt to give you advice for your 
predicament. Believe me when I tell you that my life has provided a model 
that no one should want to follow. Nevertheless, I can't say that I disagree 
with your therapist. I've always found that confession was good for my soul, 
even though it no doubt always has its consequences.

I'm going to post your story in three parts to let the readers fully digest 
the events that have happened in your life. I will forward any readership 
responses on to you as promised.

Take care, sweetie, and all my love.

Sincerely,
Sam


THE END... AND THANKS FOR READING JOCELYN'S STORY.

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