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... off-beat, causing insanity to my need to cum.

"Come on, old man, fuck that silly slut!"

"Fuck her!" A young man shouted, joining in on the ruse while his friend stood at the foot of the bed.

The hottest part of his sex was the many sets of eyes watching his fragile pale body toil between my tanned thighs.

"Fuck the hell outta her, man, come on, fuck that cheating bitch!"

The man in question tried to push on despite my husband's anger. But their mocks at me and his frantic fucking continued with laughs and his was cock slowly went soft. I assisted by moving my hips. He reached down to kiss me and I quickly turned my cheek.

"Kiss him!" My husband ordered.

"Kiss him!" The young man said and the rest joined in with an order for me to perform.

With his permission and the thrill of humiliation, I gave the elderly man a sloppy kiss. His tongue slithered toward the back of my throat with a raunchy desire that enabled mine.

I should explain.

It's all too bizarre how I ended up this way with ten sets of lustful eyes watching my degradation and more to come.

Despite my consent in the matter, I was being used, not for my pleasure, but for my husband's. I had cheated on him. Why? Because I wanted to. I love sex, fucking, sucking, licking, cumming, you name it.

Ask my husband why and his answer is different.

"It's simple," he told my therapist a few weeks ago, "She's a childish slut who craves a man's attention."

My therapist, Dr. Geraldine Lewis, ...

... had turned a brighter shade of red from his assessment yet she didn't agree or disagree. I had been seeing her for years, she knew.

Oh, she knew me very well. I'd come to her feet three months in with a craving to taste her pussy. I still remember the way she crossed her legs and shook her head in denial. She was straight, every straight-laced woman was until I got a hold of them. The next session she gave in, hiking her skirt up while my tongue melted her to bits.

Dr. Lewis pretended it never happened the first time and couldn't bring herself to look me in the eye. After a while, she too craved my tongue and I was bringing a new toy to each session.

So, there, I cheated. It's not that big of a deal, right? But it wasn't just her, and twice would be forgivable. But there were more. A lot more, a total of sixty-six times I can remember, and when getting black-out drunk oh, how I forgot.

The number of men and women, I wish I knew, I lost count around affair number three. And who counts anymore? They were as useless to me right now as the men lined up by the queen bed, awaiting a shot at jizzing in or on me. I loved to fuck but love my husband.

So here I was, naked getting fucked by strangers. This was my punishment, so my husband said, and so far it was the best sentence I'd ever served.

I hunched up when I felt a slight warmth hit my cervix. The old man was on the brink of collapsing as the others cheered him on. Looking upon his wrinkled face, he gave me a ...