Part 6
Looking at myself in the mirror I can finally see what an absolute mess I am. Hair in tangles and all over the place, covered in mud and all other stains. My makeup is all but gone with only a few streaks of mascara down my cheeks and some lipstick still managing to hold on, marks from my recent facial are splattered all over. I strip naked and take the opportunity to truly admire what the men had done to my body. I find myself again rubbing my belly and I feel a twinge of excitement hoping the seed has taken hold. Moving my hand lower I gasp as my fingers brush over my clit and as they stray lower I can feel how wet I am, as I pull my fingers away a string of thick fluid comes with them. I pop my fingers into my mouth and taste my sweetness. I let out a small growl of pleasure and my eyes roll back. Bringing myself back to my senses I decide to fix my hair and have a quick wash before dressing in my comfy clothes.
Noticing that Mark and Carla are nowhere to be seen I jump into the car and make my back to the woods. As I pull up I see James emerge from behind some bushes and quickly he gets into the back seat. In silence we make our way back and the whole way back I have an odd feeling that I just can’t quite place. We pull up the house and only once we were inside did we start to speak. Neither of us mentioned anything about the last 24 hours and conversation felt forced.
After a very quick meal I locked myself away in the bathroom and started to run myself a bath. Standing there staring at the running water I burst into tears, shaking all over I contemplated how much everything had changed, how my feelings had changed and knowing I had big decisions to make for my future. I removed my clothes and climbed into the bath and as the aches and pains from last night washed away I finally felt relaxed. I moved my hands across my soapy body massaging my chest and gliding down my belly onto my hips, down and then back up my thighs. I move my hand across and start stroking my pussy. I reach around with my spare hand and grab the shower head. Moving it down to my pussy and with my hand I throw myself into ecstasy. I lay my head back and let my hands take control. With my fingers deep inside me and the shower pressed against my clit I can’t help, but moan loudly. Out of the corner of my eye I notice the door handle turn slightly and smile to myself, but only thoughts are of the eight men who fucked my brains out. I want more, I want it again and again. I want them to shove their massive cocks into every hole and to fill my pussy with cum making me their little personal breeding slut. I barely take notice or even care how much noise I’m making as I cum.
As I come down from my high I finish cleaning myself off and eventually bring myself to get out the bath. I throw a towel around my body and I make my way out and hearing sounds coming from James’ office I head that way knowing that it is time we talk. Standing in the doorway I can see on the screen of his computer is a full screened image of James’ gaping arsehole with a pool of cum resting inside his rectum. Staring intently with pathetic cock in hand is my husband jerking it like his life depended on it and telling himself he doesn’t deserve pleasure. I feel physically sick looking at him in this state and in that instant I know what I need to do regarding my marriage. I continue to wait impatiently for him to finish and I don’t have wait long before he spills his seed over the desk. He ventually realises I’m standing there at which point I tell him we need to talk and briskly leave the room.
End of Part 6
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