My wife really didn't want to tell me this part of the story. She never wanted me to know she'd done even a fraction of anything like it. I had to agree that once she'd told me what she could and answered all my questions I wouldn't bring it up to her again.It took me two years to piece together a semi-coherent picture of what happened that week and even now I doubt it is really complete. She doesn't remember everything that was said or of what she does remember, exactly what was said, but where she does remember I think I've captured the spirit of what she's told me even it was expressed in different words. She doesn't remember everyone's name, or in most cases, details such as who said what or who had what size cock. She doesn't really even remember everything that happened. So, the final saga:
“What deal?” she asked again, getting the feeling that RG didn't really want to tell her.
“Let's just say that LJ did me a favor,” he finally replied, “and I agreed to one in return. He just wants to come party with us and bring some friends. You don't have to stay if you don't want to but I think everyone will have fun.”
When Saturday came it was just RG, her, and Darla at the house, and when LJ arrived with a couple of friends, RG introduced them, then told my wife to hold the fort until he got back. She didn't see him again until the next day. In that moment she decided finally to Hell with him, she was done, and if this was going to be their last night, she'd make it a memorable one, but he'd have to learn his memories from LJ.
Nothing extraordinary occurred at first. It was past dinner time and LJ suggested ordering food, and Saturday evening progressed with drinks and pizza. Only later when she began to feel more connected with the world and LJ asked how she liked the molly did she realize that he had apparently spiked her drinks. She wasn't the least bit upset about it, quite the contrary. She loved the way she was feeling. She wanted to do things she'd never done before and she felt free to do them. She wanted to connect, she wanted to make love, and she wanted to feel in love and feel loved even if it was only carnally.
LJ, my bosses boss, pulled her to his lap and they began to make out.
“Are you upset I sent your husband away to get you here?” he asked.
“Not at all,” was her reply. “If that PA job is still open who knows what could happen.”
“So, you're ok with it?” he asked to be sure, and she replied that the power he had to do that was actually quite intoxicating. She was developing quite a fetish for powerful men.
She was barely aware that it was no longer just LJ at his two friends at the party. She'd heard the front door open and closing several times but what it meant had not yet connected.
“Why don't you show my friends what a good girl you are,” he told her, “suck my cock like you did the other day. I've told them all about it but I don't think they believe me.”
Without further instruction she slipped off his lap and onto her knees before him as he sat on the sofa. She undid his belt, unzipped his pants, extracted his rapidly hardening cock, and swallowed it.
“That's it baby,” he told her, and as he did she felt someone else behind her pushing up her dress. He tore open her pantyhose without uttering a word and pushed his cock into her wet cunt. “Fuck yeah,” he exclaimed as he bottomed out, “this pussy is amazing.”
He didn't last long before making one final plunge and emptying his balls inside her and within seconds another man had taken his place. She kept sucking the cock in front of her, trying her best to make him cum, not seeing or caring who was pushing his cock into her increasingly wet and sloppy pussy.
She realized she didn't know where Darla had gone and she didn't care, but she hoped she too was enjoying herself. She lost track of how many men had been inside her by the time LJ finally came down her throat. She felt someone grab her wrists and pull them up behind her back and realized they were being bound with something.
“We don't want you getting tired and stopping before we're finished,” LJ said as he got up from the sofa and another man took his place.
“I'm going to fuck her in the ass.” she heard a man behind her say, and turned to look.
The guy on the sofa grabbed her head and pulled it back and down onto his hard cock telling her it was his turn to get his cock sucked.
“You were right,” he soon called out to LJ, “this slut can really suck cock.”
“Her ass is tight as fuck too,” said the guy behind her.
More men were showing up throughout the night but they barely registered. It sounded like the front door was repeatedly opening and closing. She wasn't sure if people were going out and coming back in or more were arriving. Men were lining up for her mouth and behind her for her ass or pussy and she had no idea any longer how many had eventually showed up for the party or how many had used her. She began to tire. She was sore all over and her jaws ached but they kept at her. She had sucked cock after cock to completion and taken cock after cock in her pussy and a few in her ass.
She had men's cum in her and all over her. She had swallowed more cum in one night than she ever imagined she could. She felt her wrists being released and then suddenly LJ was pulling her up and onto the sofa. He climbed between her legs and entered her dripping cunt. He was the biggest of the night and in spite of her condition she felt herself swooning under him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Even after all that had happened he didn't hesitate to kiss her and something about that made her feel loved.
The rest of the room closed in around her, it was just LJ and her, and as it turned out that is how it ended....everyone else having quietly slipped away leaving just the two of them making passionate love. They fell asleep together on the sofa and when the sun beamed in the next morning and woke them, they made love again, this time, without the drug induced euphoria, and it was glorious.
“Was last night too much for you?” he asked her.
“Not at all,” she replied, “but that said, I wouldn't want to do it again.”
“Yes,” he said as he got dressed, ”that PA job is definitely open and I can guarantee your husband won't be a problem for us.”
“We'll see.” she replied as he left.
