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... cum.

"Next!"

The following jerked above me, calling me despicable names while his chubby friend mounted me to fuck. Their ordeal lasted the longest. They laughed, joked about my messy appearance, pinched my nipples hardened on my saggy tits. I grew juicier and hotter. I didn't flinch when the fat man came up to allow me a taste of my essence smeared over his small shaft. I sucked and bucked while his friend took me rough from behind.

"NEXT!"

My body was weak and my eyes closed as the next man entered me, holding my hips for a deeper thrust. The minutes went by as the calls came in for the next person to fuck me. Over and over, I was used by these men and my pussy was gushing from each hot fuck.

"NEXT!"

One humped like a rabbit, sending my head bouncing against the hard headboard. It added a delicious discomfort to my ravishment. He came as fast as he fucked. Hurrying to my face, he ordered me to open my mouth. I was lost in this control and obeyed, allowing his seed to collect salty against my tongue.

"Who's next?" He asked, giving my ass a swat.

One hurried to my mouth for a shot down my throat. By the time he came, another had entered me from behind, rushing cock ...

... in and out of my sore slit.

After an hour and multiple cocks, I turned on my back and saw the yellow glow from the tableside lamp. I swiped at my cum smeared eyes to get a clear view of the empty room as the last one rolled his hips, pounding out my tender folds and rubbing my overstimulated clit. I enjoyed the combo and groaned out in a hoarse voice.

When he was done, he swiped his cockhead across my clit and came to his feet.

"W-where's my-my husband?" I asked, leaning up on sore muscles.

Zipping up his pants, he shrugged and took his leave.

Alone, I was dazed, sweaty, and sticky while my pussy was gushing strange cum onto the sheets. I saw a sparkle that caught my eye and stumbled toward the table.

There lay my wedding ring, my house key, and a note that read:

My NEXT wife will not be a slut.

That wasn't part of the plan. He was supposed to love me through sickness and in heat, right? I misunderstood. I am still frequently satisfying my need for sex. I've tried dating but found no luck in this town. Everyone in my city knows a person that was in attendance at my gangbang, those who don't have seen parts of the four-hour footage online. No one wants a slut as a wife.