Molly tried to sleep on the couch. She couldn’t lay down next to her passed out husband in bed. She had to think. Chuck told her to admit to Jerry that she had sucked off both police officers. That would be awful, and why? She could tell Jerry she didn’t know why the cops let him go, and tell Chuck she confessed it all. How could he know? Yet something inside her knew that he would know. Somehow he’d find out. He controlled everything else. Everything he’d done to her was so neatly planned. He always outsmarted her. She felt helpless but to obey. Chuck made sense when he said Jerry wouldn’t leave her over this. She could make it sound like she was forced. If she hadn’t done it, Jerry’s third DWI could send him to jail. Besides, Jerry would be too humiliated to tell anyone what she did. 

She thought back over her whole life with Jerry. She got pregnant with his baby in high school.  Even though she had dumped him and was fucking one of his friends, when he found out he offered to marry her and support her. He didn’t even ask for a paternity test. She accepted because she was scared, not because she loved him. Years later, she had an affair with her neighbor’s husband Jorge.  Jerry began to act strange.  He’d follow her and come home unexpectedly – but he never said anything.  When she got pregnant again, he acted happy. When the child had darker hair and complexion than either of them, Jerry never seemed to notice.  Molly always thought Jerry was kind of stupid, and he wasn’t great in bed, and he drank too much, but he had always been constant. Molly realized her confessing would hurt him, but life would go on.

When Jerry got up severely hung over, Molly hoped he wouldn’t even remember how he got home. She took pity on him sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands over coffee. She made him some bacon and eggs. She sat down across from him while he ate. Just as Chuck ordered, she was still wearing the T-shirt the cops had spilled their cum on and the same pajama bottoms she had wet with her own excitement. Her red hair was a messy tangle of curls. Her large tits stretched the fabric of the shirt, and the bumps made by her nipples were obvious. The cum on her chin and neck was dry and crusted.

“Cops brought me home last night, didn’t they?”

“Yes”

“Did they say why they didn’t arrest me?”

“They made me give them blowjobs instead.” Molly looked down into her coffee.  When she looked up, she saw the shock and disbelief on Jerry’s face.

“Do…did you…?” Jerry stammered.

“You’re not in jail, are you?” Molly said with a bit of exasperation in her voice.

Jerry turned pale. “I remember there were two of them.”

“yep.”

“They both got blowjobs?”

“yep.”

Did you get their names? Their badge numbers?

Molly thought for a moment.  “No, they must have already taken off their name badges and I didn’t think about looking for their badge numbers.  I must have been too much in shock.”

Jerry’s hands were trembling. “How could they have known….I mean that I had a wife home alone…?”

“I guess they just took a chance.”

Jerry’s mind was reeling as he tried to visualize what his wife was saying. “Ummm….so they took turns getting blowjobs from you?”

Molly looked startled. She had hoped to avoid this. “No, I did them both at the same time.”

Jerry put his face down into hands.  “Did both of them cum…in your mouth?  Jerry’s voice trailed off.

Molly was getting more upset.  “Jesus, do I need to say this?? One came in my mouth and one came all over my tits.”

Jerry stared at his wife.  For the first time he noticed the dried cum just below her mouth, on her chin and down her neck.  “I need…I need to understand.  Were you naked? Did they fuck you?” Jerry’s voice turned into a whine.

Molly stood up from the table and yelled “NO! THEY DID NOT FUCK ME! I’ve had enough of this. I’m late for work.”

Molly strode into the bathroom.  In a few minutes Jerry heard her turn on the shower. He heard when the shower went off. He heard her going into the bedroom door to get dressed, and then she put on her jacket and left through the front door. Jerry never said another word or looked up from the table till he heard the car leaving the driveway.

Jerry felt shocked, sad, and utterly humiliated.  Worse, he was aroused.  If he had gotten up to follow Molly, she would have noticed his growing erection, and that would have been really bad.  He got up and walked into the bedroom.  He noticed the dirty clothes hamper, and went over to it. He picked up the shirt his wife had just discarded, and found the cum stains, running his fingers over them and inhaling the smell of other men mixed with the scent of his own wife.  He picked out the pajama bottoms and held the crotch of them against his face.  He inhaled the familiar signs of his wife’s arousal. He knew she must have been creaming her PJs to have two cocks. He felt like crying - he felt humiliated.  Yet his cock was hard as a rock. He lay down on the bed. He still felt his hangover.

He thought about high school. Molly was the class slut. He remembered his friends in the boy’s locker room all talking about how they had fucked her. Her big tits had developed even in junior high, before the other girls, and boys always stared at her as she walked down the hall.  After the first time Jerry had fucked her, all his buddies high-fived him and laughed, wanting all the details. But then he kept going back to her. She was the best he’d ever had. He fell in love – or at least lust. When they started going together, his friends made fun of him. They all told him stories about when they had fucked her before – and how. “Has she let you titty fuck her yet? She loooooves titty fucking. And getting cum on her face. Ha!” He began to feel the humiliation of being “in love” with a slut.

He thought back to the first time she cheated on him. It was at a party he didn’t even know about.  She was with a friend of his and they got stoned. As they sat on the couch, his friend had his hand up high inside of her thigh – in front of everyone else he knew at school. After the two of them left and went upstairs, a couple other boys followed them and spied. They told Jerry how they watched Molly, bent over the toilet and holding the top of the toilet tank, her jeans around her ankles as his friend pumped his cock into her from behind. They told him how Molly’s shirt and bra were pulled up, and how her tits swayed back and forth with each thrust. They told him how she moaned and cried out “Oh God yes! Yes, Yes, Yes!” as his friend came deep in her pussy.

He tried to break up with her after that. She just let him go. While they were broke up, he began masturbating daily to the idea of his friend fucking Molly. Then he found out she was pregnant. She told him the party was the only time besides him, so he had to be the father. Jerry accepted that. Truth was, he wanted her back in his bed and he was willing to be publically humiliated to have her. For years he continued to masturbate from time to time, imagining his wife being fucked by his friend over the toilet.   

Then there was the affair with the neighbor. The way Molly and Jorge acted around each other, it was obvious. He remembered how he tried to catch them in the act, but when he did, he was too timid to say anything. Instead, he crouched behind the bushes outside the open bedroom window, masturbating as he listened to his wife fucking their neighbor, the slapping of flesh against flesh, Jorge’s ragged breathing, Molly moaning and telling him how much she loved it.  He knew exactly when Jorge came, listening to his groan as he pumped his cum into Jerry’s wife. Jerry would never mention it. He knew deep down there was a part of him that didn’t want it to stop. Another part of him feared Molly would leave. Until Jorge and his wife moved away, they would smile and talk to each other, as if nothing was happening, and Jerry would feel humiliated and torn inside.

Now with this cop thing, the sluttiness of it all, Molly getting two stanger’s cocks at the same time.  He pulled the cum-stained shirt closer to his face and wrapped the crotch of the pajama bottoms around his already stiff cock. He tried to imagine his wife, a cock in each hand, sucking one cock and then the other. He remembered one cop was black. He didn’t remember what the other one looked like at all. Why didn’t they fuck her too? Maybe they did. Maybe they just finished in her mouth and on her tits. He imagined a huge black cock spraying cum all over his wife’s face. He imagined her looking like she was getting off on it. Soon he was cumming all over the crotch of the pajamas Molly had creamed in only a few hours before.  As he lay there afterwards, he knew he had to know more.         

In the meantime, Molly arrived at work – late again because of the time it took confronting Jerry with what she had done. As soon as she could, she went into the bathroom stall to check her secret e-mail on the porn site. As usual, Chuck hadn’t sent her any message. She ached to hear something from him, even if it was belittling and denigrating her, as he often did. She sent a message to Chuck about the morning. She knew Chuck would want to know everything, so she included it all, the way Jerry looked at her, the questions he had asked, and how she had answered. It took a while. She went back on the floor, but her mind was still on the two men she had sucked off in the early hours of the morning, telling Jerry about it at breakfast, and all the head games Chuck was playing on her. She ignored customers and wandered the isles aimlessly. She went to the bathroom stall six or eight times to check the porn e-mail before Chuck finally replied. The message was one word. “Good”.

At the end of the day Molly was called into her boss’s office.  She was ready to be chewed out again.  Instead the boss told her she had come in late too many times. For too many days she had stood around acting distracted while others did her work. And the bathroom breaks – other female employees had told him she was spending a huge amount of time in the toilet stall playing with her phone. She was fired.

As she was looking through her purse for her car keys, she saw the bottle of prescription pain relievers a friend had given her because she was acting like she was in pain.  Actually the pain was from the whipping and the bruises Chuck had inflicted on her the night he shared her with his friend Ron.  She swallowed a few. She just wanted to numb herself. It was all too much to bear. 

As she pulled into the driveway, she saw Jerry’s truck parked out front. She popped a couple more pills.  She didn’t want to face Jerry again. When she opened the door and walked inside, Jerry looked like he hadn’t moved. There was a half empty bottle of whiskey in front of him. There was nobody else to talk to, so she started to tell him about how she had been fired.  Jerry was drunk and didn’t seem to care much. He told her she had a bullshit job anyway, and he was glad she was done with it. For once in his life Jerry was making enough money so they didn’t have to worry for a while. He knew she could find other work.

He asked her to drink with him, and she made herself a gin and tonic. Soon she was talking about what an asshole her boss was and slurring her words. Jerry didn’t know about the pills and was pleased the gin was hitting her this hard. He decided to take advantage of it. He moved her to the couch and poured her another gin, and topped that one off when she wasn’t looking. Jerry carefully tried to shift the subject to the police officers she sucked off.  At first Molly got all teared up, telling Jerry how sorry she was and drunkenly trying to hug him.  Eventually he got her talking about what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck, you should have seen the size of the black guy’s cock!” she slurred as she rolled her head. “I mean, the other guys cock was big too, but it was also cute. It had all this curly blonde hair around it…” Molly paused as if she’s forgotten what she was talking about. “But God that other guy…it was big and really, really black and he was all shaved down there…” Molly’s words were almost incoherent.

“Sounds like you liked them.” Jerry said, hoping to push her along.

“Fuck yeah!” Molly paused, and then shook her head. “I mean, I‘m not supposed to like it. I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO LIKE IT!” Molly held her head.  “I mean…I was just saying they looked…I mean…nice looking cocks…nice…yummy thighs…” her voice trailed off.

“So, where were you guys?”

“Right here on the couch, and I was on my knees riiiight therrrre!” Molly slurred as she pointed to the floor in front of them. Jerry could visualize the whole thing. 

“So who’d you suck first?”

“Oh, the black guy…definitely the black guy…I kept the other guys cock in my hand, but I got to lick the black cock first….huge in my mouth….”

Jerry was worried she’d pass out before she could tell him more.  “Then what happened?”

“The blonde guy started a leaking little itty-bitty bead of pre-cum…yummm---eeee! But when I got to taste it, the black guy started to pull my shirt off” Molly frowned. “He pinched my nipple…Hard!”

Molly was too stoned to notice Jerry’s face, or that he had his hand on his crotch, squeezing his stiff cock through his Jeans. Jerry poured himself another drink as Molly went on.

“They had their cocks so close I got to play with them and put them together against my tongue. But then the white cop started to cum…down my throat like…I dunno, could feel it in my mouth, jerky like, ummmmm… Then the black guy said he wanted to cum on my titties, so I held them up for him, and you know what? He missed them! How could he miss ‘em?” Molly shook her head and looked down at her breasts, holding them up with her hands. “He got me right on the mouth and chin…and THEN he got it on my tittles!” Molly gestured wildly, almost falling off the couch.

By then Jerry had his cock out, stroking while he listened. Molly looked down and murmured. “Awww…he wants some attention too?” She leaned over Jerry’s lap, slipping her fingers around the base of his cock and sliding him into her mouth. Jerry leaned back as he felt Molly’s lips slide up and down the length of his shaft, and then she suddenly stopped.  She was out cold.

Jerry sat for a moment, his stiff cock still in his passed out wife’s mouth. He tried holding her head and fucking her mouth with his hips a few times, listening to her gurgling sound, and feeling her drool ooze down between his legs. In his drunken haze, he wondered if she’d vomit all over his balls.  He pushed her aside and stood up, looking over his passed out wife. The whore that sucked off two men on that very same couch at in the early hours of that morning.  A whore for everybody but him!  He felt angry and humiliated, but horny as hell. And he still wanted her.

She lay there in her work clothes. Black slacks and polo shirt with the company logo that they made the employees buy. He took out his iPhone. She never let him take sexy pictures of her, and now he’d finally have some. He slapped his hard cock against her face and shoved it into her open and drooling mouth as he clicked the camera on his phone. She showed no sign of waking up.

He grabbed the polo shirt and pulled it up to reveal her large pale breasts tucked into a lacey bra with leopard print trim. She always wore sexy underwear to work. She always said it made her feel more feminine under the slacks and polo.  Jerry wondered if “slutty” was what she really meant. He took a photo then undid the bra and watched her tits slide out and to the side as he took more photos.  He took pictures of his hand squeezing her pink nipples the way he imagined the cop had done. She still didn’t wake up.

He began tugging her pants down, pulling them over her round ass. The panties were more leopard print. Bikini cut like she always wore.  He took a few photos before pulling them down too. The crotch of the panties felt warm and damp, and he realized his wife had gotten excited again just by telling him about what she had done.  Of course she had! She had started to suck him off, probably fantasizing about the other cocks she had!  His face flushed red as he took more pictures.

Her pussy was a pale mound with nice fat lips, topped with fine red pubic hair that she always kept neatly trimmed.  “Trimmed, but not for me” he thought, taking some close ups.  He pulled the slacks and panties down to Molly’s ankles and pushed her knees apart. He spread her pussy lips open with his fingers, exposing her clit, inner lips and gaping hole for the camera. He wondered how many cocks had been in there before him. How many cocks since then?

He staggered into their bedroom and came back with lube. He used it to oil up her tits before straddling her pale, slightly pudgy stomach. Wrapping his cock between her tits, he began to stroke, remembering how the other guys in high school said she liked it. After a while he switched around and straddled her head, rubbing his ass and his balls on her face as he took more pictures. 

He tried fucking her, and his lubed up cock slipped in easily for a few pictures, but he was drunk, and she was in an awkward position and limp, dead weight.  He got tired of doing all the work.  He spotted the now empty whiskey bottle and smeared lube all over the neck. Pushing it in all the way to the bottle’s shoulders, he began to fuck her with it as he took more photos. He stroked himself as he did so and knew he was going to blow soon. He continued to fuck her with the bottle as he moved near her breasts. He remembered how she described it, and shot his first load the same way - at her mouth, covering her chin and lips, before a second and third convulsion splashed cum all over her tits.

Jerry stood and took a few more photos of his wife, covered in his own cum this time.  By now the whiskey was hitting him full force.  He staggered into the bedroom and fell on the bed, passing out as he did so.

It was 9:30 AM when Molly’s oldest son Andrew came to the door with his girlfriend Christy and some donuts from the bakery.  He knew it was mom’s day off and she would be up by then and thought he’d surprise her. He used his own keys to let himself in. As the two stepped into the living room, Andrew turned pale. There was his mom, passed out on the couch. Her shirt and bra were pulled up under her arms, exposing her large breasts. Her pants were around her ankles, knees spread wide apart. The whiskey bottle still buried between her legs.

Andrew slowly backed out of the front door.  Christy hesitated, and then went over to Molly to check on her. Something was crusted on her face and chest, and it took Christy a moment to realize what it was. She pulled the bottle away from Molly’s pussy to give her some dignity, and tried to wake her up. Molly wouldn’t wake up.  Christy realized Molly was barely breathing.  She dialed 911…

To be continued.