At thirty-four years of age, and after having two kids, being considered a "spinner" was a compliment, in my opinion. But, that wasn't the only title I'd been given over the past few months. Other than Linda, and of course, seasoned porn stars, I couldn't think of anyone else my age or older that might have been capable of doing what I could do with a group of men. It didn't happen overnight, though. And it didn't happen intentionally.
I wasn't trying to become a Slut Wife. A Hot Wife, maybe, and only temporarily at that. But, I may have carried that little bit of revenge so far that it wasn't even revenge anymore. It just became a lifestyle. The new norm.
Ron was okay with it, for the time being. My friend - and I use that term loosely - Jean, had been the perfect distraction for my husband while I did what I wanted, where I wanted, with whomever I wanted.
My parents were okay with it, too. They learned about my secret lifestyle months ago. First, finding my homemade porn movies online, and then finding out about my regular appearances at semi-private, old VFW bar parties. Initially, the thought of one of those bar patrons fucking my mom turned me on. Then, she confided that she had actually had extramarital affairs with more than just one other man. I was fascinated by her stories, but before I could process everything, I found myself drunk and getting fucked by some of those same men.
Less than a day later, I'd be getting fucked by them, again. And, so would my mom.
Almost twenty years older than me, she could still be a wild, sexual, nymph whenever she wanted.
The party had definitely been a test of my own personal stamina. Whenever I thought I'd had enough, I'd see my mom with someone other-than-my-dad in her pussy or up her butt, while she lovingly sucked my dad's cock, and then I'd find the strength and desire to keep going.
I never considered that the visual of me having sex with multiple men would have a similar effect on my dad, with my mom benefiting from it, also. In that respect, I guess my parents were more than okay with my lifestyle. They actually encouraged it.
For over a decade, my parents had been having sex parties at their house, and I never knew. Everyone involved understood the importance of discretion, and outside of those parties, relationships were friendly, but strictly platonic. I knew I'd be invited to be a "regular" at their parties going forward, but I'd have to abide by their rules. And their rules didn't exactly align with what Michael had proposed.
Michael was Jean's college graduate student-turned-pimp son that had a thing with one of Jean's coworkers named Linda. He had been in love with Linda since before he could do anything about it, and when he finally turned eighteen, Linda and Michael found out their feelings had been mutual. The part I didn't quite understand was why Michael would turn around and arrange situations for the love of his life - who was already married - to be the center of attention at his arranged gangbang parties. For several months, Linda fucked more men than most women would meet in a lifetime. Things went well until cameras got involved, and that led to Linda and my husband, Ron, almost getting fired over it. With Jean's help, we resolved that messy situation, but that was also about the time that Linda decided she had had enough of Michael.
So, of course, Michael needed to find a new slut wife to take Linda's place.
Although we never developed a connection on a personal level like he had with Linda, one aspect of my relationship with Michael was very similar. The bar with the old guys had been a trial run of my "entertainment" capabilities that turned out to be a success, but it went no further. No bachelor parties. No college frat parties. No hotel parties. Just the one bar.
After one of the older guys had a heart attack while fucking me, I stopped going to the bar.
A few months later, Michael wanted to pick up where we had left off, and finally branch out to other venues. Maybe, even get paid for it.
I had to admit I was intrigued, especially by the thought of fucking college boys with healthy hearts. But, could I risk Michael's clients disobeying the rules by pulling out cameras when they weren't supposed to, and then putting the events on the Internet for my kids to find in a few years, if not sooner?
Was I taking a risk by allowing myself to be recorded at my parent's party? Maybe, but it was clear that everyone involved had taken things seriously enough to keep their secrets for decades.
When I took Jay's cock in my mouth, I knew several cameras would be trying to capture every detail. I knew Tim, a skilled veteran of the porn industry, would edit the footage so only the best shots would be used. And, I knew the finished movie would be shared with the participants - and nobody else. At least, nobody that would be able to pay money to see it, even if they wanted to. I'd be allowed to show it to my husband, Ron. And, I could watch it with Jean, and her friend Marjorie. I'd refrain from showing it to Michael, though, because he'd want a copy for himself to peddle to online porn sites and the local adult video stores. He might even try to use it to generate business.
The video that resulted from my parent's party was going to be for personal use, only. Much like my silent Cancun video that Mort had given me. I would enjoy my parent's reunion party video, privately, with only a few of the people I trusted most.
But first, I'd watch it with my mom. Just the two of us, in her basement-turned-home-theater, on the big screen. With popcorn. And, probably with wine. Likely naked, or at least wearing only very loose clothing. Depending on her mood or mine, I wouldn't rule out a selection of toys and lubricant... just in case.
What I thought would just be a sampling of Jay's come-covered helmet, turned into a full-on blowjob. The taste of his come complimented the Mimosa I had been drinking, and the next thing I knew, I was stroking his cock into my mouth with determined effort.
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"Oh, that look on your face!" my mom said. "That's not acting. That's real lust, Abby! It gets me every time I watch you."
She was right. It was lust, and at that moment, I had a craving for come unlike I had ever experienced. Jay's manhood was larger than most, but on the big screen, it looked huge. Especially with me trying to shove it into my considerably smaller mouth.
"I couldn't help it," I admitted. "He just tasted so good!"
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Gary and Neil appeared to Jay's left. Henry and Tim appeared to Jay's right. Their pants were undone, shirts unbuttoned, and cocks jutting out in front of them, waiting their turn to be sucked.
It was hard to see who had leaned over to unzip the back of the little black dress I had borrowed from my mom. The sun practically blinded me any time I looked up.
I let the dress carefully be removed and placed on the back of a pool chair, while a few cushions were dropped on the patio next to the pool.
I knelt on the cushions and sucked each of the handsome cocks surrounding me. This wasn't new for me, as I started most evenings at the bar the same way, the main difference being kneeling on an old school gym mat instead of patio furniture cushions.
I knew they were eager to start fucking me. I asked that when they felt like coming, to come in my mouth. Smiles and nods followed, and Gary even obliged me with a mouthful of come before he started fucking me. The cameras captured the surprised look on my face perfectly, followed by the look of satisfaction as I swallowed.
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"You swallowed a lot of come that day, Abby," my mom said, matter-of-factly.
I didn't need to be reminded.
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