An Adultress' Karma - Sex Stories

An Adultress' Karma

... is sort of my job. And erotica. I do love erotica. And this story has some juicy bits, trust me, I’m getting there.

So a year goes by, Charlie is neglected, Marie is whoring herself out while her husband is gone, and she was charged with sexual harassment by my partner AND her own commanding officer. So thin ice was the only thing holding up her career.

Nathan comes home from the deployment a few days early and I guess Marie had a “friend” over. I enjoyed watching the fist fight on the front lawn with a glass of merlot. My husband, of course, broke up the fight, jacked them up and sent them on their way. It was a few hours later than our story truly begins. No one wants a 6’3 marine kicking their ass on their front lawn. Just saying.

I’m settling the animals down for the night when music starts blaring from next door. Marie and Nathan had been fighting all evening, but had quieted down and I didn’t suspect anything was up. They loved to play loud music to drown out their sex. My spouse and I agreed that they both had a rough day and they deserved some infidelity make up sex. Who knows, maybe cuckolding can be their new kink. We were being intimate ourselves when Marie started shrieking. Not happy orgasmic cries. Shrieks of pain and terror. Nope. I don’t care what kind of person you are, I won’t stand by a let domestic violence happen. I may write about it in a story or in erotica, but never, ever will I permit it in reality.

So I’m next door, letting myself into ...

... their house with the key they gave me, wearing a negligee and a kimono. I was very, very lucky my husband was on my heels, because the three drunk men standing naked in the living room had all looked at me like I was a party favor.

All the furniture had been pushed to the sides of the room, except the coffee table, which had been dragged forward and had a screaming and crying Marie zipped tied on her belly to it. Once I got past the three hard ons I was able to take in the rest of the scene. A fourth man was on his knees forcing his meat into Marie’s face with such enthusiasm I could her the shrieks turn into painful gags. It was when I saw Charlie and my spouse came barreling into my back did I connect all the details of the scene.

Nathan had taken Marie, zipped tied her five foot frame to the coffee table, and cut her clothes away. I could see bits of fabric shredded and torn between her and the coffee table in between the violent thrusts from the hairy ass man in front of me. I don’t know how they got the sweet, energetic dog to do it, but Charlie was enthusiastically humping at Marie’s backside. That would explain the terror level of shrieking from moments before.

Not even paying attention to the orders my spouse was barking at the other three, I was moving towards Marie to help free her from the dilemma. I have spent a lot of time with dogs, my best friend Mick breeds them. If he hadn’t knotted her yet, I could probably convince him to get off of her. Or get bit ...