After the evening in Chuck’s office, Molly went into a daze. Jerry didn’t even notice till dishes began to pile up in the sink and his booze began to disappear faster than he drank it that something was wrong. It was like she had been traumatized.  Even sex had changed.  When Jerry tried to have sex with his wife, Molly just lay there and let him fuck her.  It was like she wasn’t even there. Finally he gave up and rolled off of her, and after he thought she was asleep, he went to the computer and jerked off to porn instead.

The day after Chuck had blackmailed her, then humiliated her - forcing her to do a strip tease and masturbate on his office conference table – she got a text from him. He sent her a link to a porn site.

He had set up a page for her there with her own e-mail. Seeing it caused tears to well up in her eyes. Her user name was “RedHairedCumSlut” and the profile horrified her. It said she loved fucking behind her husband’s back. It listed her city. Her description talked about how her pink nippled tits were big enough to completely wrap around a cock, and how her fat red haired cunt would squirt when she came. Among the interests listed were gangbang, bukkake, bondage and humiliation. She already had one video posted: a close-up of her pussy, riding a red silicone dildo stuck to a table top. Her heart sank. Nobody would recognize her, but she knew.

She was ordered to check her e-mail from the site three times a day.  Each time she had to delete messages from strange men making nasty comments about her web page and what they wanted to do to her.  Finally she saw his message.  She was to meet him at one of his construction sites near her home over the weekend.  The weekend?  When Jerry was home?

That Sunday, while Jerry was watching the game, Molly told him she was going shopping.  “Now?  What’s wrong with you lately?  Well, don’t forget beer.”  Molly anticipated that.  There were already grocery bags and beer hidden in the trunk. 

She arrived at the fenced off site, a ten foot chain link fence with barbed wire strung at the top.  The gate was unlocked.  She drove in and parked in front of the Jersey barrier right where she had been told. She looked outside the chain link fence at the underside of an overpass where the tents and blankets of the homeless were clustered. It had been raining off and on, and now it was getting dark.

She heard the sound of a chain being drawn through the fence, and knew she was being locked in.  Soon Chuck was standing outside her car window.  He was wearing jeans and a hoodie, the hood up hiding his face. “Here,” he said, opening his wallet and handing her a couple $100 dollar bills with a note tucked beside it. “That’s a shopping list for you.”  Molly started to look at the note. “No, you have time for that later. Now, suck my dick.”

Molly struggled to put her head awkwardly out the window to reach his cock, obediently put it in her mouth and began to slide her lips back and forth over his shaft. After a few moments Chuck growled “You can do better than that.”

Molly reached for the door latch as Chuck pushed his jeans down to his thighs. Opening the door and turning sideways in her seat, Molly wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and buried her face in his crotch, her tongue darting beneath and around his balls as her fingers ran over the length of him.  She could feel the misting rain against her face, her curly red hair dampening and clinging to her skin.  She could hear his breathing become more ragged, and soon she could feel a different dampness against the edge of her index finger.  She traced the tip of her tongue along the underside if his cock before running it in circles around the tip, tasting his pre-cum before drawing his cock deep into her mouth.  God, why was she trying so hard to please him, shy was she soaking her panties when he was abusing her this way?

She began hearing voices behind them - “Hey baby, I’m next!”…“Dude, pass that bitch around!”  She pulled away to look behind Chuck at the fence where the homeless men were gathered behind it. Many looked stoned.  She looked up pleadingly at Chuck.  He smiled and said, “don’t worry, I have big future plans for you – and if I gave you to them, I might not want you back.’

He lifted her off the seat and swung her around to her feet so she faced the men while he held her tight from behind, leaning against the car. Molly had to plant her feet wide apart to keep her balance. The men cheered and laughed as he pulled up her shirt, then her bra up over her tits and started squeezing one pink nipple while keeping his other arm tight around her waist. Some of the drunken men pulled out their cocks and began masturbating to the free show.  Soon Chuck had her jeans and panties down around her thighs, exposing her pussy.  The men could see her large heaving tits, her arched pale and slightly pudgy stomach, and the dense red hair of her pussy - all lit up by the nearby streetlight.  The men whistled and yelled their vulgar comments. Molly felt Chuck’s finger slide between her pussy lips, spreading them open as he rubbed her clit. She could feel Chuck's hard cock pressed against her bare ass and felt her own warm dampness down the inside of her thigh.  She was horrified.  Why was her body reacting like this??

Feeling her arousal, Chuck spun her around again, and pushed her down hard on the car hood. His cock penetrated her wet loose pussy before she could recover.  She could feel the cold, damp metal against the side of her face, and against her tits as they pushed against the car with each of his strokes. The men got louder, drowning out her own grunts and moans.  Chuck grabbed two handfuls of her curly long red hair and pulled her head back hard, holding onto her hair like the bridle of a horse, his hips pounding her ass as his cock slid in and out of her.  She began to squeal loudly over the sound of the men as waves of orgasm overtook her.  Some men began to applaud. Soon she could feel Chuck tense as he began to cum inside her. When he pulled out, she could feel cum and her own juices trickle down her leg.

Exhausted, she stayed bent over the car for a moment as he stepped away and zipped up his jeans. She then arranged her clothes as the men watched.  He said “Make sure your doors are locked before you exit the gate.”  She wasted no time locking herself into the car and pointing it toward the exit.  When chuck opened the gate, she hit the gas and spun her tires, throwing up gravel till her tires reached the pavement, then fishtailed for a moment before speeding off.

She was still flushed with her hair matted when she got home.  Jerry was watching the post-game highlights and didn’t look up.  He’d gone through the beer and started on the whiskey.  Molly knew he was too drunk to notice anything wrong.  She put away the groceries, then remembered the shopping list Chuck had given her.  Her heart sank again as she read it.  “Dog Collar to fit you, and a leash. Keep the rest as a reward for being a whore.”

Molly went to bed as soon as she could after putting the groceries away and washing herself. She lay there awake, unable to sleep.

After a while Jerry stumbled into the bedroom, pulling off his pants and sliding under the sheets beside her.  He smelled of whiskey, the way she imagined the men behind the fence must have smelled.  Soon Jerry was fondling her breasts. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh. He had left his shirt and his socks on, and was working down his undershorts as he climbed on top of her and started kissing her neck. She could feel his unsaven face against her skin. She began to imagine one of the homeless men on top of her, the others standing and stroking their cocks as they watched.  Suddenly she was aroused again. She shut her eyes tightly and dug her finger nails into her husband’s back. Her hips pressed up against his as she tried to get him in deeper. She began to groan and bite her lip, her mind focused on her fantasy, afraid to say anything to give it away.

After only a few thrusts, Jerry groaned and blew his own load into his wife. He rolled over and was soon asleep.  Molly lay awake, horrified at the fantasy that wouldn’t leave her mind, till she finally gave into it and fingered herself to a much less intense orgasm than she had experienced on that cold, wet car hood.