This story is the third part of Episode 2: Uncle Johnny. It is better to read the first two parts of the story in order to understand the storyline more fully. As with all of my stories, this one is true with appropriate name changes.
As I climbed the stairs toward the bathroom, my mind was whirling with the events that had transpired that day. I had seduced my Uncle Johnny into having some sexual play, been caught naked by three of his golf buddies, allowed one of them to sexually abuse me in front of my Uncle, and agreed to become the whore of the golf buddies in return for their silence and some financial support. On top of all this, the three buddies, Manny, Moe and Jack, were coming back in the morning. I had agreed to allow each of them to act out one of their sexual fantasies with me. How about that for a day's work?
I ambled into the bedroom where my luggage was kept and retrieved what I needed to clean myself up. All I wanted was a nice to soak in a hot tub and to crawl into the sheets until morning. I just didn't have the energy or fortitude to face my Uncle at the moment. I knew that I had a lot of explaining to do for my behavior. I cared very deeply for Johnny. In fact, I know that I loved him more than I did my husband. I thought that I had lost his respect. It isn't every night that an Uncle witnesses the humiliation and degradation of his Niece by his closest friends.
I didn't bother to put on any clothes as I drifted toward the bathroom attached to my room, so I was stark naked when my Uncle stuck his head in and told me to use the Jacuzzi in the master bath.
"Are you sure that it's ok for me to use the Jacuzzi?" I queried. "I know you need your privacy and I don't want to intrude."
"Nonsense, sweetie," responded my Uncle. "Take a long hot bath and maybe we can talk a little when you are finished."
Damn, he wanted to talk. This may be the longest bath of my life.
Naked as a jaybird I made my way to the master bath and started filling the Jacuzzi. I can't believe that just a few hours ago I started the ball rolling with my Uncle while shaving my legs. It seemed like an entire lifetime ago. So much had changed now.
The Jacuzzi started to bring my body back to life. I had already purged any semen from my pussy left over from being fucked by Manny, and the sensitivity of my pussy lips and clit was decreasing markedly. I guess when you are still in your early 30's your body recovers quickly.
As the warm water of the Jacuzzi soothed by aches, my mind drifted back to the fucking that I had received from Manny. Damn, that boy sure did a number on my pussy, and almost raped my ass with the spatula handle. My Uncle literally saved my ass.
The possibility of being ass raped brought back a flood of memories for me. I've been raped twice in my life, but I am certainly not alone. Experts say that at least a third of women are raped at some time in their lives. I don't know if that statistic includes unreported rapes, but I know that I didn't report either of mine.
I lost my virginity to my first rapist, but I didn't have the heart to tell my parents. It would have crushed them. When I fantasized about losing my virginity, I always thought it would be such a romantic moment, with someone I cared about who was kind and gentle. Unfortunately for me, it was far from romantic and I sure as hell didn't give a damn about the person who raped me.
The second time I was raped was a little over 10 years ago. I was only 20 at the time. I was spending the weekend with a girlfriend of mine while her boyfriend was out of town. We were both attacked and raped in their apartment by a couple of guys who were pissed at her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was a lowlife and owed them money. Probably something to do with drugs was my guess.
Since he was gone and there was no money in the apartment, they sent him a message by raping us. Actually, it was not just one rape. They spent the night and next morning raping us whenever they had the urge, which was quite often. I guess they were waiting for him to come back so they could take care of him personally or they just enjoyed raping us over and over. We were lucky to survive.
It's so hard to make sexual confessions to those you care about the most. They should be the ones with whom you can confide, but the possibility of hurting them or being rejected by them makes it difficult. I have always found it strange that it's easier to confess to someone totally anonymous than to someone you know very well. At least that's the way it is until you find someone who won't judge you and will understand no matter what you have done. Unfortunately, in order to attain unconditional love, most people have to get a dog.
With this cacophony of thought jumbling through my blonde head, I stepped out of the Jacuzzi. Before getting some sleep to prepare myself for the fucking I was going to receive in the morning from three middle-aged men, I needed to take a gander at my body to assure myself that I would be attractive to my Uncle. I still hadn't made love to him.
As I inspected my body in the full-length mirror, I noticed that my tits seemed to be getting smaller. I couldn't believe that they could get much smaller than a b-cup. Heck, if it hadn't been for giving birth to my son, I probably would never have made it past an a-cup.
My legs looked good. They were long, thin and muscular. My legs were always in great shape because of the work I did. Thank goodness my calves were defined. I have always been worried about having no definition to my calves. I guess that is one attribute of wearing heels all day.
My stomach was still as flat as a pancake. Well, if you are 5'7" and only weight 115 lbs, your stomach should be flat. Unfortunately, I didn't have much in the hip department. I have always had a small waist but not much flare to my hips. I guess I'm not a baby maker.
My ass looked damn good, even if I do say so myself. I guess all the walking and bending over I have to do at work kept the ass and legs in shape. I love it when a man or woman plays with my ass, and dearly love anal sex. I guess it is a good thing that my butt looks like it should be fucked.
Ah, the bush. What can I say? I really like it when a woman has some bush, although mine may be a little over the top. I have to keep it trimmed, especially close around my lips. I like the look of a bush on a woman, but I also hate to pick my teeth after munching on pussy. Plus, I am a stickler on hygiene. If you are naked as much as I am and love to fuck both men and women as much as I do, you have to always maintain a high standard for hygiene.
Once I concluded my inspection, I pulled on my nightshirt and picked up my stuff. I planned to just call it a night and head to my bedroom. I wanted to talk with my Uncle tomorrow morning, and have some intimate sex with him before the boys arrived.
I turned out the lights of the bathroom and opened the door to find the master bedroom dimly lit. Only ambient light sources provided any light at all. I stopped in my tracks so that my eyes could adjust.
From the darkness I heard my Uncle. "Why don't you sleep in here tonight? There is no need for you to mess up another bedroom," he joked.
