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When I got up, I used my enema kit to thoroughly cleanse my ass. At some point today, I expected someone would find their way from my ass to my mouth and I wanted to be prepared. Suki came by around eleven, and dropped off the final painting, the one which would have gone to Tanner. I hustled her out the door so she wouldn't be here later. I ate at noon, lots of protein. I had to keep up my strength. I'd be busy later. My divorce packet came by courier at one and it included all the divorce papers as well as all evidence found implicating Tanner and his family in an incestuous relationship. There was more than what we'd recorded in Sydney's bedroom. Oliver had a lot, which might explain why Tanner so readily agreed to turn me into his slut. Explain, but not excuse. Everything Oliver had, we now had, so we were going to be in charge once Oliver's shit was trashed. I signed all the paperwork where my signature was required.

Jackson came shortly afterward, with eleven handsome, strapping lads of various ethnicities trooping through the door behind him. I started getting wet just watching them line up in my living room.

"Eleven, Jackson. That's more than I expected."

"I told you I'd need to beat them off with a stick, and actually; it's only nine. Two of them are here to help me maintain order and destroy Oliver's files. We're holding off until Tanner walks through the door, then every file on all the computers and associated servers and phones will be destroyed. All at once. The computers might burn up. We're eliminating the cooling safeguards."

I looked at all of them looking at me expectantly, wondering what exactly was going on. I could see a couple of them might have erections already.

"Did Jackson tell you what we needed you for here today?"

"He said we'd be having sex with a beautiful woman, ma'am," a tall, good looking, black man said. "Where's the others."

"The others?" I asked. "What others?"

"Well ma'am. There's nine of us and I only see one of you," he said. What a gentleman.

"Yes," I said, "nine of you and one of me. I want all nine of you to fuck me."

"One at a time, señora, or all at once?" a slim, tattooed Latino asked.

"Well as many of you as I can handle at once," I replied. "I'm thinking five at a time. I'm assured it can be done."

They all kind of looked at each other for a minute.

"Excuse me, ma'am," the black gentleman said. "You are going to have sex with all of us; right here, right now?" Such a sweet boy. He reminded me of Cheyenne's brothers. Raised right.

"Well, I was thinking of the bedroom where we'll be much more comfortable, but that is my goal."

They looked at each other again.

"Let me explain," I said, removing my clothes. "I recently discovered my husband has been trying to turn me into a whore, allowing others to fuck me any time they wished. This is not really anything I ever wished for myself. I planned to be a one man woman. He's recently pretended to be working in Osaka, Japan so these other men and women," I stressed, "could avail themselves of me more frequently." I was soon standing in front of all of them naked as a jaybird. Everyone other than Jackson was looking at me intently and more of them appeared to be sporting erections. "He's pretending to be returning this afternoon. He never left the country and he's been in town for at least the last week, fucking other people. I want to show him he's been successful in turning me into a slut. I want all of you to be fucking me when he comes through our bedroom door. He's expecting me to be naked and waiting for him when he arrives. I'm leaving my clothes out here, so he knows the naked part is true. You may all remove your clothes in the bedroom so he doesn't see them until he comes through the door."

"Ma'am, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, but having a bunch of men fucking your wife is a good way to get shot in Georgia."

"That's why Jackson is not participating. He's armed...you are armed, aren't you Jackson?"

He patted his waistband. "I am."

"My husband does not normally carry a weapon, but Jackson is here to ensure my husband behaves himself and doesn't do more than watch. The three of them should be able to handle any problems which arise. And since my husband will be handed his divorce papers when he arrives, he has no earthly reason to squawk about anything which goes on here. A quick question. I don't want to piss off any wives or girlfriends, so you boys are currently unattached?"

They all shook their heads, yes. I hoped they were telling the truth, but I also had to assume Jackson had vetted them some.

"Excellent. The other thing I'm realizing is this may not have been what you signed up for, so anyone who wants to back out now, you may go ahead and leave. I'll have no hard feelings. If you wish to proceed, join me in the bedroom and strip off your clothes. Anyone needing a little pick me up ahead of time, my mouth is now open for business."

"I have one thing to add," Jackson said. "This lovely lady is trying to retaliate against her bastard of a husband. If for any reason she asks you to stop, because he leaves or she's getting worn out; you stop. She's doing this voluntarily, but the moment it stops being voluntary, it ends. That's the other reason I'm here. Don't piss me off."

"I plan to give every one of you at least one orgasm, so no one goes home in a bad way," I added, "so just let me know if you haven't cum yet, and I'll take care of you. Follow me gentlemen."

I turned and walked into the bedroom, swaying my hips as I walked and I was pleased to note every single one of them followed me in, most of them starting to unbutton or shed shirts as they walked. Jackson and the other two protectors followed us in and closed the bedroom door behind us. When their clothes were off, I was pleased to note every one of them was sporting the beginnings of a lovely erection. Ah, the benefits of youth and vigor.

Pulling the covers from the bed, I said, "I want lots of cum on me and in me. I want it to be dripping from my ass and cunt, off my face and all over my body. Feel free to let loose any time you have a need. There's no reason for my husband not to see me exactly as he wanted me to be, a totally wanton slut." I saw Jackson shaking his head in the background. I turned to the handsome black gentleman. "Sir, since you were so kind and respectful when we started, I'll give you first choice. Would you like my cunt, my ass or my mouth?"

If you don't mind, ma'am, I'm kind of a pussy pleaser. I'll take your pussy, please."

"You are such a gentleman," I said, fondling his stiff cock. "Why don't you lie down on the bed and I'll mount you."

"Yes, ma'am." Always polite.

He lay down on the bed, his cock standing rampantly up like a nice flag pole. I climbed over the top of him and placed his prick at the slick entrance to my pussy and sank down over the crown, burying him in my cunt.

"Ooh, sir. I can see why you call yourself a pussy pleaser. My pussy is most pleased to make your acquaintance. You fill me up." I moaned to let him know how much. "I don't know how you other gentlemen will decide who else is going next, but I need cocks in my ass and my mouth, and I definitely have two hands available to speed things along. There's lubricant on the nightstand. I'd appreciate it most greatly if you make liberal use of it. Election Day was a very busy day for me and I'm still a little sore, so be gentle, gentlemen."

One of the white guys grabbed the bottle of lube and smeared some around my back door and his cock. Thankfully, he wasn't much more than average sized. The guy in my cunt was only around seven inches but thick. He climbed on the bed behind me and I laid my head down on the broad chest under me and spread my cheeks. He did as I'd requested and very slowly eased his way through my sphincter.

"Ahh, perfect. I'm so full right now and it feels so good. Don't be shy. My mouth is still empty. I can deep throat gentlemen. I've been well trained."

An asian fellow got on the bed and presented a long, thin cock.

"If you put a little lube on your pricks," I said, "I'm sure I can give excellent hand jobs, though I admit, that wasn't one of the skills I was trained in," before pulling the prick down my throat.