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  She walked over to his desk and cleared a stack of books from the corner.

  “If you have a couple of minutes, we could do it right here,” she said with a sly smile.

  But Greg shook his head.

  “We should wait until next Saturday.”

  Martha let her fingers dance absently over her chest. Greg watched her hands.

  “I don’t know if I can wait that long,” she said.

  Greg clenched his jaws. He didn’t know how to say what he was feeling.

  “I just feel kind of, I don’t know ... Guilty, I guess, like I’m cheating on Sandy. I mean, I still love her and all.”

  “Isn’t that what this whole thing is about? So we can be together?” Martha said.

  “Well, yeah, but ... It’s different at the parties, because ...” he started to say, but ran out of reasons.

  “Because she’s a part of it?”

  “Yeah. And it’s like I’m not cheating on her. I mean, how could I explain to the kids that I’m having an affair?”

  Martha crossed her arms.

  “And what is Sandy going to tell them about all the men she’s been banging?” she said.

  Greg shook his head. It was not easy to put his feelings into words, especially when he felt defensive about Sandy.

  “I’m not sure about going to your parties,” he said.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m just worried about how it’s, you know, affecting my marriage.”

  “She seems to be enjoying it,” Martha said, with her arms crossed.

  “Yeah. Maybe too much. And it is certainly having an effect on our sex life.”

  “I would think that was obvious,” Martha said with a sarcastic tone.

  “No, I mean sex with Sandy has never been better.”

  “I see,” Martha said, and this time her tone was icy.

  Greg frowned. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her feelings. So how much would she be hurt if he told her that sex with Sandy has been better than he ever imagined it could be with her, or with any woman?

  “So what’s the problem?” Martha said.

  Her tone was still cold and distant.

  “I’m just concerned. Sandy has started drinking and smoking again. It was a long, difficult struggle to get her to quit before the kids were born, and now she’s right back into those self-destructive habits again,” Greg said, and sighed.

  Was it really that bad? Had he not seen it so clearly before?

  “And you think it’s because of my parties?” Martha said.

  “Well, I-I ...”

  “But it’s working out so well. You and I have all the opportunity we want to have sex,” Martha said.

  Greg nodded. He was still concerned about Sandy, though. As long as she didn’t know the truth, she wouldn’t disapprove. He looked at Martha. She was watching him with impatience in her eyes. He loved her, too, and he loved having sex with her. So was it worth standing aside to watch Sandy spiral into self-destruction so he could have a thing with Martha? He shook his head. He didn’t know what to say.

  Martha leaned close and licked his ear. His penis stirred and started to stiffen in his slacks. Her hand slipped down and squeezed his growing bulge.

  “Why don’t we just hold off until next Saturday, and you can see how you feel about it when your cock is in my mouth,” she said in a low, husky voice.

  She planted her mouth over his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue danced with his and her hand stroked his growing erection. He let a deep breath out through his nose. Sure. Saturday. He could wait that long.

  Sandy parked her car in the driveway, but left it running, let the old Aerosmith song play on the radio. She puffed on her cigarette until the song ended, then she stubbed it out in the ashtray, shut off the engine and got out.

  She waved to the woman across the street. They had just moved in only a few months ago, and now her baby daughter was beginning to walk. Sandy smiled and said Hi. She should have her over sometime. She was an attractive young woman. How would it feel to lay her naked body between her legs and lick her pussy, or bite her nipples?

  They said some nonsense to each other, talked about what a beautiful day it was. Sandy, though, wanted to tell her how easily she could make her scream and twitch on her bed.

  She went inside. The delicious smell of spaghetti made her stomach rumble, and she smiled. She loved it when Greg made dinner.

  She dumped her purse on the chair in the living room. Cameron was in the family room, playing video games with his friend Rob, the tall, quiet one. She paused to look at Cam. He got taller and leaner every day, and the bulge in his shorts was more noticeable. Rob was not bad looking, either. Could there be a way to talk them into doing her at the same time?

  She rolled her eyes and shook her head. What was becoming of her? Did she have to look at everyone she met as a potential sex partner?

  “Cam? Where’s your Dad?” she said.

  “I think he’s upstairs in the office.”

  Sandy nodded.

  “Perfect. I’ll get him to help me take the edge off,” she said in a low voice.

  “What?” Cam said.

  Sandy looked at him and blinked. Did she say that out loud?

  “What? Oh, uh ... Nothing,” she said.

  She turned and went into the kitchen to check the spaghetti in the pot. From the family room, she could hear Cam and Rob talking.

  “Damn, dude. Your Mom is hot,” Rob said.

  “Yeah,” Cam said.

  Sandy grinned. Did her son really think she was hot? She strained to hear what they said next.

  “My Mom? She is so not hot. It’s a good thing she doesn’t dress like a slut,” Rob said.

  Sandy’s grin disappeared and she frowned. She looked down at her clothes. Did she really dress like a slut? She put the lid back on the pot and went upstairs to find Greg.

  He wasn’t in the office. She went to their bedroom at the other end of the hall and stopped at the door. Greg was in the middle of the bedroom, pulling his sweaty t-shirt off over his head. He had his back to the door and was wearing just his boxers. She grinned. He looked so sexy.

  She opened the door to go in and surprise him, and paused when she saw her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off her legs, and a tight top with the top buttons open, to show her cleavage. Cameron’s friend was right. She did dress like a slut.

  Greg turned around and his eyes lit up.

  “Hey baby. God damn, you look hot. Were you trying to get a raise today?” he said.

  Sandy put her hand on her hip and stuck it way out, like a prostitute on a street corner.

  “Raise? Hell, if I’d sucked my boss’ puny dick, he would have made me Vice President,” she said.

  Greg laughed.

  “God, baby. I love it when you talk like that.”

  She took a couple of steps toward him and unfastened the rest of the buttons that held her top closed. Greg’s eyes dropped to her chest, where her boobs were barely contained in her tight, tiny push up bra.

  “Why don’t you let me show you how I could have made Vice President,” she said, and slowly dropped to a squat in front of him with her legs spread wide.

  Greg’s jaw dropped open. He was staring at her like he couldn’t think of the words to answer. She raked her nails down over the gentle paunch of his belly. When her nails caught on the waistband of his boxers, she tugged them down to his knees.

  His erection jumped out at her and she cooed. He had a beautiful cock. She bent forward and kissed the head. Even though she was fairly certain he was using her to have an affair with Martha, she still loved him, and still loved his cock. She kissed the head again. Why was that? She had been searching her heart for the last few days and still had no answer.

  His cock stood straight out from his body. Sandy stuck her tongue as far out of her mouth as she could make it go and touched th
e tip to the tip of his cock. She turned her eyes way up to his eyes and let the corners of her mouth curl up in a big smile. He smiled back.

  She took the head into her mouth and rocked her head back and forth slowly, like she was deliberately trying to drive him crazy. When he closed his eyes and groaned, she knew it was working.

  She took a deep breath through her nose. Now it was time to try some of those things that Koki had showed her. At least it would be easier on Greg’s cock than on Ian’s.

  Her head moved back and forth on his cock, taking it a little deeper each time. When it touched the soft skin at the back of her mouth, it made her gag. She had to stop, but just for a moment, and started again. It was after the third time that she made herself gag that she decided it was time for all or nothing.

  With more than half of his cock in her mouth, she sucked in a deep breath. Her nostrils flared. This was what Koki tried to show her, wasn’t it? Take deep breaths through her nose, then force his cock down her throat?

  She jammed herself forward on his cock. The head hit the back of her mouth and made her gag so hard her body convulsed.

  “Honey? What are you doing?” Greg said.

  Sandy didn’t answer him, not when his cock filled her mouth, not when she was so close to getting it down her throat. But it wasn’t working. She gagged again. She squeezed her eyes shut and the tears still ran down her cheeks. Was she doing it right? There had to be something she was missing. Koki didn’t have that much trouble, and Ian’s cock was a whole lot more to swallow than Greg’s.

  Her eyes opened. That was it. The tears made it too blurry to see, but it all became clear. She swallowed and the head of Greg’s cock lodged in the opening of her throat. All of a sudden she couldn’t breathe and panicked. She was gagging again. She swallowed once more and leaned forward at the same time. Then she could breathe again through her nose, and Greg’s cock was sliding down her throat.

  “Oh holy fuck. That’s incredible,” Greg said.

  Sandy held his thighs and pulled herself toward him until her nose was flattened against his belly and his balls slapped her chin. He didn’t have a really long cock, but it was all the way down her throat.

  “Oh my God, baby. How do you do that?” Greg said.

  He put his hands on top of her head. She pulled back until the head of his cock was just about to come out of her throat, then she sucked him back in until her nose flattened against his belly. Greg groaned and squeezed her head to pull her tight to him, and bucked his hips a couple of times.

  She had a big grin, which was hidden because her face was buried in his stomach. There was no way to deny it, though. She had done it. Now, could she do it with Ian’s cock?

  When she pulled her head back, she blinked a few times to clear the tears from her eyes. Just was she was about to take Greg’s cock down her throat once more, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She strained to look, because she couldn’t turn her head with Greg’s cock so deep in her throat.

  Her heart skipped. It was Cameron. The door was open only an inch or two and she could see his reflection peeking through the narrow gap. She froze. Could he see that she was looking at him? Her face turned bright red.

  But he was looking at something else, and she grinned. Of course. He was checking out her ass. The thought that her own son found her hot enough to check her out gave her a tingle down her spine.

  She took Greg’s cock out of her mouth and guided him to the edge of the bed. He laid back with his feet on the floor. She crawled between his spread legs and dropped her mouth over his cock again.

  She looked at the mirror on the back of the closet door out of the corner of her eye. Was Cameron still there? She could just see him, lurking in the shadows just outside the door. She pulled her skirt up over her hips and stuck her ass up in his direction.

  She hoped that gave him a good look at her ass with the tiny panties stretched over her slit. It was hard for her to see for sure when she took a deep breath and swallowed Greg’s cock. He groaned and his hips lifted off the bed. She bobbed her head fast, to make him cum. Maybe one day it would be Cameron’s big cock that she had down her throat, and who knew who might be watching from the door then?

  * * * *

  She was drunk before they even got to the party. She was drunk before they got in the car. She was drunk in front of the kids before they left, and she was drunk in front of Martha when they got to her house, and she didn’t care what any of them thought.

  What she did care about was that she was stuck in a bedroom with a pair of young Marines when Greg was with Martha when she wanted him to pay special attention to her. She was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room and looked over at the two young men. They were brothers, it seemed, very close in age and close enough in appearance to almost be twins, and on a short leave of duty. She had a scotch with ice in her hand. Already today she had way too much to drink, and she was still drinking more.

  The two brothers were sitting on the bed, each with a bottle of beer and a bottle of tequila, shouting loud songs, badly off key. She cringed when they hit a loud, sour note.

  “Hey! Hey guys! Either one of you got some pot or some coke?” she said.

  They stopped shouting long enough to look at her and break out laughing.

  “Not when our Commander gives us random drug screens. He’d bounce our asses right out of the Corps in a second,” the one with the darker hair said and shook his head. “Naw. We just drink beer and booze. A whole fucking lot of beer and booze.”

  “Besides, Mama. We get high on the Corps,” the one with the lighter hair said.

  They started shouting some obnoxious chant at the tops of their lungs, and Sandy shook her head. It was time to get out of there. She could try to find that smelly guy again and let him fuck her for some coke.

  She poured the last of her scotch down her throat, put the glass down on a side table, and got up to go to the door.

  “It’s been fun, guys. Really, it has,” she said.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mama. Where you going so fast?” one of the brothers said.

  He grabbed her hand and pulled her backward. She shrieked.

  “We ain’t done playing with you yet,” he said.

  He wrapped his arms around her, picked her up off the floor and tossed her on the bed like she was a doll. She screamed, but the other brother, the one with the light hair, held her down and planted his mouth over hers, which muffled her voice.

  The brother with the dark hair climbed on the end of the bed. His hands snaked up under her skirt and pulled her panties down.

  “Relax, Mama. We’re just gonna have us some fun,” he said.

  The light haired brother had his hand clamped over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and frightened. The brothers were grinning at each other like they were enjoying her terror. She kicked and thrashed, but their hands were much too strong for her, and held her still.

  The light haired brother eased his grip on her mouth. She was panting. He was holding her arms down to the mattress. Her frightened eyes flickered between them.

  “Please. Stop. Please,” she said.

  Her voice was a pathetic whimper. The brothers looked at each other and laughed.

  “I haven’t even started yet,” the dark haired one said.

  He pried her legs apart and dropped his head to her crotch. His warm, wet tongue poked between the lips of her pussy. Sandy’s back arched up and she groaned.

  The room was quiet, except for her heavy breathing and the wet smack of the dark haired brother’s tongue and lips on her pussy. The light haired brother was watching him and had a big grin on his face.

  She started moaning. Her breathing changed from panicked panting to deep, heavy breaths. Her hips writhed and twisted. The light haired brother looked down at her.

  “Jesus, Terry. Check this shit out. This bitch is really starting to dig on you eating her out,” he said.

  Sandy licked her lips. She didn’t have any words
to speak. The tongue wiggling into her slit felt fantastic.

  “What did you say your name was?” she said, looking up at the light haired brother.

  “Me? I’m Donny. That there is my brother, Terry,” he said.

  Terry lifted his head from between her legs.

  “Donny. Stick your dick in her mouth,” he said, and dove back into her pussy.

  Sandy looked up at Donny.

  “Yes, please. Put your dick in my mouth,” she said.

  Donny let go of her arms and stood up.

  “Shit. Did you hear that, Terry? I told you this one was a freaky hot bitch,” he said.

  He stood up to pull down his jeans. Sandy watched his hands unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. She didn’t care that he just called her a bitch, twice. She was too drunk to care about that. She was just drunk enough to only care about getting a big, hard cock to fill her mouth.

  Before his jeans and boxer shorts hit the floor, she had her mouth open and turned in his direction. She couldn’t wait to feel his cock stretching her jaw open and hitting the back of her mouth.

  “Dude, check this shit out. This bitch is ready for it, I’m telling ya,” Donny said.

  His cock was long and thick and he stepped toward her and guided it into her mouth. As soon as the head touched her tongue, she clamped her lips around the shaft and started sucking.

  “Oh fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talking about,” Donny said.

  He put his hands on her hips and rocked back and forth. Sandy eased the suction on the head of his cock and let it slide in and out through her lips. He fed it deeper each time his hips pumped forward, until the head was hitting the back of her mouth. It was too bad she had her head turned to the side. It would have been fun to try to take him down her throat.

  It didn’t take long for Terry to make her cum. It caught her by surprise. She was so focused on sucking the cock in her mouth that she didn’t notice the intensity of the pleasure building between her legs. The lower half of her body started to twitch and spasm like the upper half didn’t know what was going on. And when it finally started to rock her whole body, she had to much cock in her mouth to groan. Her back arched off the bed and she started to scream when Terry leaned forward. His cock almost lodged itself in her throat despite the funny angle.