Another J Boswell Story. Enjoy

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A LEOPARD'S SPOTS

Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell

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ｳDO YOU FEEL LIKE TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT, SANDY?ｳ
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Look. I'm no angel, okay? Bobby knew he wasn't marrying a
nun, but he married me, anyway. And I never once fooled around
on him, or even flirted very much with anyone else, after we got
married.
I'm not proud of the way I was making a living when we met,
but he has no idea how hard it was, and there isn't anything I
can do, now, to change any of that, anyway.

ﾚﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄｿ
ｳCHANGE WHAT?ｳ
ﾀﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾙ
The way I lived.
I was still in high school when things got so bad at home I
had to split. Mom was always pickled in her cheap wine and dad
-- dear old dad -- when he wasn't slapping me around, was giving
me goo-goo eyes and coming into my bedroom at night to grab some
cheap feels of my `new equipment.'
After he fell asleep one night, I grabbed his wallet and
mom's `secret' booze money, hitchhiked to Bangor and hopped on a
bus, buying a one way ticket for as far away as I could get --
that happened to be downtown Baltimore.
I didn't expect the folks to come looking for me, and they
didn't. I was on my own. I was 16.
I had about fifty dollars and a suitcase full of fairly
decent clothes. I had seen enough `Geraldos' about street kids
to know I didn't want to start hanging out like that. Living in
a filthy, rat- and bug-infested dump was worse than what I left.

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ｳSO, WHAT DID YOU DO?ｳ
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I worked. I couldn't get a decent job, of course, because I
didn't have my diploma and I had no experience at anything. I
worked for `Mom and Pop' type businesses because they'd pay me
under the table and I didn't have to fill out a lot of forms. I
lived in dumpy, but fairly clean, rooms and kept pretty much to
myself. Always having someplace safe to sleep at night was my
goal.
It wasn't like the movies. I never worked for any really
nice people. Never for a woman who was like some `TV mom' who
wanted to take me into their home and take care of me. Just hard
working people who wanted me to work hard, too.
The problem was always sex.

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ｳSEX? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?ｳ
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Well, you see how I look, right?

ﾚﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄｿ
ｳYES. OF COURSE.ｳ
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Well, either the guy running the place (and one time it was
the woman) or a customer would get to the point where they
couldn't keep their hands off me. It never failed to happen.
I'd get my boobs grabbed in the back room or told I had to fuck
him to get my pay and I'd split.
See, I was innocent, but not stupid. I knew what they
wanted and being forced into something like that would wreck this
sense of security I had built up for myself. And my security was
all that I had. I wasn't a virgin -- I had had a boyfriend in
tenth grade -- but this wasn't the same.
Does any of this make sense to you?

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ｳSURE. I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SAYING, SANDY. YOU HAD SET UP ｳ
ｳBOUNDARY LINES AROUND YOURSELF, AND THE SEXUAL HARASSMENT ｳ
ｳCROSSED THOSE LINES. ｳ
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Exactly!
Anyway, that's when I'd split. Sometimes getting my last
paycheck, sometimes not.
So, by now, I just had my 17th birthday and I'm out of work,
again. And each time it seems to get harder and harder to find
that next job.
Well, I'm in my favorite Dunkin' Donuts, crying in my
coffee, when one of the other regulars sits down next to me.
This guy, Mr. Harper, hung there, too, and was always polite
but not quite friendly, keeping his distance. I could deal with
that. He wasn't like the sleaziods always coming over and
drooling down my neck.
He asks what's wrong and I tell him. I didn't have any
friends, and after almost a year on my own, it felt nice to have
somebody to talk to.
We talked and talked and he offered to buy me lunch down at
HarborPlace. It was a beautiful day and the food was great and
Mr. Harper was so concerned about my welfare. His timing
couldn't have been better.

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ｳFOR WHAT?ｳ
ﾀﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾙ
His proposition.

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ｳHE PROPOSITIONED YOU?ｳ
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No, that's just it, HE didn't. At least, not for what you
think.
Here's this older guy, who looks like he could be a college
professor or something, and he's being nice to me -- without any
hint of coming on to me, sexually. And I'm beginning to feel
better. I still feel safe and now I'm actually laughing at some
of the funny things he's saying.
We spent the day at the harbor, and he even takes me on a
boat ride. Over dinner, in a `Little Italy' restaurant with
candles on the tables, he asks me where I'm staying.
Immediately, my defenses come up. Why's he want to know?
He tells me he knows a place out in the county. He said
it's clean and cheap and he knows the owner who would keep an eye
out for my safety.
I ask him why I'd want to move out of the city and he smiles
and says that he might have a good-paying job for me, if I want
it.
Here comes the proposition.
He tells me a friend of his owns a couple of clubs, two on
"The Block" and two more in the county. He says if I would dance
(`AND ONLY DANCE, SANDY,' he says), I could soon make enough
money to really live on my own.
I tell him no, but he's not done his sales pitch, yet. He
says with that kind of money, I could get a real apartment, like
the young singles have, get a car, maybe even get my diploma and
go to college. He told me I could get a real life -- something I
wanted very much.
I tell him I'm only 17 and he says `no problem.'
He keeps talking and tells me a lot of the dancers are
college girls, earning their tuition, and leaving as soon as they
graduate; and how other girls make enough money to start their
own business from dancing.
Talk, talk, talk. He talked my ear off.

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ｳSO, WHAT HAPPENED?ｳ
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I got the job.
That night, we drove out to the club and met the manager.
He didn't even make me undress. He told me what hours I'd have
to work and I'd have to stay out of the booze and drugs (no
problem for me, at that time). When he told me what I'd be
making a week, I couldn't believe it. It sounded like so much
money to me. Enough money to make me think I could do exactly
what Mr. Harper said I could do -- work there a short time and
quit into the real world.
The next day, Mr. Harper helped me move into a decent
studio-apartment-type room in a motel about a hundred feet up the
road from the club. He also took my picture and made me a
driver's license, social security card, and new birth certificate
that said I was `Sandra Beech' (sandy beach -- get it?) and that
I was just under 20 years old.
I started dancing topless that night.

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ｳYOU STARTED A CAREER. ｳ
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Very funny.

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ｳBECOMING A NUDE DANCER WAS THAT EASY FOR YOU, SANDY?ｳ
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Well, it may seem that easy to you, but you weren't living
the life I was, then. I was alone and poor and scared and
nervous and embarrassed, but I was also young and had been
convinced by a master salesman. I was so excited about making
money, how I made it was secondary in my mind. Besides, I knew
what I looked like and thought I might as well make some money
out of showing them what they all wanted to see, anyway.
But, it didn't take me long to realize that it wasn't all
hearts and flowers the way it had been describe to me.

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ｳAND YOU WERE SURPRISED?ｳ
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Yes, I guess I was.
Most of the other girls were on booze or coke or speed and
all their money went that way. As a matter of fact, they
couldn't make enough money dancing. But extra money was easy to
make in that club -- you just let the guys take you into the back
room, or out to their pickup, or up to the motel and buy whatever
they could afford -- a hand-job, or blow-job, or a fuck. You
gave a little piece of the profit to the club, and the rest was
yours.

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ｳHOOKING. DID YOU HOOK, SANDY?ｳ
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Not right away.
Of course, I told myself that I would never hook like that;
that I didn't have any addictions like the other girls.
But I did.
Here I am, this young, pretty girl, down from the backwoods
of Maine and all of a sudden, I have money. More money than I
ever had in my life. It wasn't long before I had a closet full
of new clothes. And then a car -- a hot, new Mustang
convertible. Then I could afford a new apartment, which meant I
needed furniture and a TV and a stereo...
I was addicted to shopping, and within months I was
borrowing against my next week's paycheck. Nobody had ever
taught me how to handle money and I was still a kid.
Finally, the manager refused to advance me any more money.
He said if I didn't stop spending, there was only one way of
keeping up with my bills.
I knew what he meant. I also knew that I was the most
popular girl in the place. I was young, pretty, had a great body
with big tits...

ﾚﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄｿ
ｳTHAT'S A FACT!ｳ
ﾀﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾙ
Oh, hush!
I also wasn't a burn-out like most of the other girls.
Anyway, being very practical about the whole thing, I asked
the other girls what they charged and doubled it. From that
first weekend on, I had no trouble filling my `dance card' for
the back room.
My biggest surprise was that it wasn't sex for me -- it was
business.

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ｳDID YOU GET OUT OF DEBT?ｳ
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Did I!
I was determined never to get in money problems again. I
worked five nights a week, dancing for my salary and earning my
bonus in the back room. I didn't turn anyone away and I didn't
give discounts.
I developed a right arm like Arnold Swartzenegger and I
really could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Tying knots
in cherry stems was kid's stuff!
It was true piecework...

ﾚﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄｿ
ｳGROAN! ｳ
ﾀﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾙ
Stop it! You know what I mean. Now let me talk!
Move'em in and move'em out. High volume, low overhead.
That's how I worked. Even my pussy developed very special
talents.

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ｳDIDN'T YOU WORRY ABOUT CATCHING SOMETHING?ｳ
ﾀﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾄﾙ
No, not really. I was 17 -- 18, and feeling immortal. I
got the crabs a couple of times, but that was it. If they looked
scrungy, I just whipped a rubber on them.
The important part for me was that, soon, I paid everyone
off, and had too much money to bank. I started filling a safe
deposit box with hundred dollar bills.
Anyway, that's who I was. I didn't make any secrets about
it.
One night, while I'm dancing, a bunch of guys come in --
regulars. They stopped in about once every two weeks or so.
Definitely Prep school material -- all cotton and Docksides.
Probably college guys. They were always well behaved and I had
been in the back room with all of them, at one time or another.
They were even good tippers.
So... anyway... That night, I'm dancing and they come in.
Only they have a new guy with them. He's shy and blushes a lot
as I play up to him and jiggle my boobs and wiggle my ass in his
face. Everybody else is going crazy, but this guy keeps his
hands to himself, except when he slips a twenty into my garter.
His friends are razzing him and when my set ends, I sit with
his crowd. They want the new kid, Bobby, to take me in the back
room, but he smiles at me and says, `I'd rather take you out to
dinner.'
He's cute and nice and his friends are giving him such a
hard time, I feel sorry for him and want to cut him a break. I
tell him to pick me up in front of the club the next night and
we'll go out to dinner.

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Another J Boswell story - hope you enjoy

LEOPARD SPOTS 2
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ｳAND THE REST IS HISTORY?ｳ
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You laugh, but it was almost that simple.
He was a really nice guy. He came from a large, rich family
that lives in `The Valley' and he was always the `Black Sheep'
because he didn't toe daddy's line. The final offense was when
he enlisted in the Navy instead of going to college. He was
ready to get out when I met him, and he was scared and lonely
about what was to come. Cut out of the family's business, he was
looking for work and was determined to make it on his own. He
reminded me of me when I showed up in Baltimore.
He got my sympathy. He never came to the club, again, but
we dated on my nights off. We didn't have sex for months after
we met, and when we did, it was quiet and sweet and tender.
I had been on my own for over three years, and dancing for
over two, and was tired. When he asked me to marry him, I
accepted.

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ｳHOW DID BOBBY'S FAMILY TAKE IT?ｳ
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Well, there wasn't much to take. The day after I quit
dancing, we were married in the Court House and only Matt,
Bobby's younger brother, came. We had to borrow a secretary from
down the hall to be our other witness.
We were pretty sure they knew all about me. Bobby's old
high school friends knew, of course, they had all bagged me in
the backroom, and we just assumed the word got back to Bobby's
parents. He was probably embarrassed by that, but we didn't see
them very often, anyway.
We got a new apartment and Bobby found a pretty good job
because of his Navy training. I studied and got my GED, took
courses at Essex community college, transferred to Towson State
University and got my B.A. -- all in just four years.
I was 22 when I was hired as an administrative assistant in
the county planning office.

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ｳPRETTY IMPRESSIVE, SANDY. DID BOBBY EVER GET TO SEE HIS ｳ
ｳFAMILY? WERE YOU INVITED FOR HOLIDAYS AND CELEBRATIONS? ｳ
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Invited? No. Matt sometimes stopped by, but for years, we
only saw his family at wakes and funerals.
His dad is a very cold guy. No hugs, just handshakes.
Bobby said he was always like that -- always on this super-macho
power and control trip. And his mom! The biggest snob in the
world. She really looked down her nose at me. I think it really
bothered her that I got my education and didn't talk and act and
dress like a hillbilly. And, other than Matt, Bobby's brothers
(and their wives) were all the same as his parents -- stuck-up
snobs.
It was a shame. I think Bobby was too nice a person for his
family and he made them uncomfortable. I was just the easy
excuse why they shunned him. It was sad to watch. All Bobby
wanted was to be accepted. He would have done anything for them.
He was like a little puppy around his father.
But they could never forgive him. They were too proud. All
Bobby's past sins were forgotten when he married me. I was the
focus of all of their hatred. I guess I can understand, to some
degree. I probably wouldn't be too happy if my son married a
whore. But, I wasn't a whore any more. I didn't do those kinds
of things any more -- I was respectable. But it didn't matter to
them. They would have rather Bobby married some little
squeaky-clean little Yuppie girl -- some girl who probably fucked
the football team in college to get into her sorority!
See what just thinking about it does to me?

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ｳI SEE. DOES ALL OF THIS HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH WHY YOU'RE ｳ
ｳHERE, TONIGHT? ｳ
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Of course! It has EVERYTHING to do with why I'm here.
It was because of Matt. Matt, Bobby's younger brother was
getting married, and as a fence-mending idea, he asked Bobby to
be his best man. I'm sure it pissed everybody off, but there was
no way they could not invite us to all the wedding dinners and
things.
The rehearsal dinner was bad enough -- talk about feeling a
chill! -- but the next night was the Bachelor Party and against
my better judgement, but to please Bobby, I agreed to spend the
night at his parents' house while the guys went out for dinner
and then back to our place.
After dinner with all the other wives and Bobby's mother and
sisters, we all got into the wine pretty good and Bobby's mom
really got on her high horse. I heard one too many comments
about my `less-than-reputable-past' and my `legendary
availability to the opposite sex' that I grabbed my overnight
bag, my coat and my car keys. I wasn't spending one more second
with the nasty, old bitch.
When I got to our house, it was obvious the party had moved
here. There were cars all over the place and I had to park a
block away.
I rang the bell and knocked and a very drunk Bobby answered
the door, yelling, "Let the games begin!" Then, quieter, "Oh!
Sandy. I thought it was the stripper."
As I walked into the livingroom, I heard Bobby's father
snicker, "Hmpf! It is, isn't it?" And a good chunk of the crowd
joined him in a loud laugh.
I felt myself blush as I passed through the room. Bobby
didn't come to my defense and I had had enough of his family's
cheap shots at me for one night. Furious, I grabbed two wine
coolers out of the fridge and locked myself in our bedroom.
Downing the two coolers in record time, I sat on the bed so
pissed off, I couldn't see straight. It didn't matter to Bobby's
family at all that the past was long behind me, that I had worked
hard to be respectable and get a good job, that I was a good wife
for their son. And I saw red thinking of Bobby not coming to my
defense. How could he let me down like that, especially in front
of his father?
I could tell from the noise that the stripper had arrived.
I was going to stay in the bedroom until she left, but thought,
`fuck it,' and walked into the kitchen for a few more coolers.
Bobby was standing in the doorway, watching the stripper.
`Thanks for coming to my rescue, Sir Galahad,' I sneered.
He turned and looked at me, `Big deal. You fucked half the
guys here for money and you're offended my father called you a
stripper?'
Even as buzzed as I was, I knew it wasn't the time or place
to get into it with him.
I looked over his shoulder. The stripper was a short, cute
redhead with great legs, but no chest at all. She was naked and
taking Matt's cock out of his fly. As she straddled his legs, I
couldn't believe he was getting married on Saturday night and
sticking his cock up a strange cunt on Friday night -- what a
family!
I couldn't let the moment go, without a shot at Bobby,
`She's absolutely tit-less. I hope you didn't pay a lot for her,
Bobby.'
`Why don't you show us yours, Sandra, dear? As a point of
comparison.' Bobby's dad had been standing next to the doorway
and I hadn't seen him until he turned and gave me his slimiest
smile.
Of course, if daddy said `jump,' Bobby was in the air asking
`how high?' He raised his glass and downed his Scotch and
nodded, `Yeah, Sandy, why don't you show us YOUR tits!'
He said it loud enough that several people on either side of
him began to chant, `Show us your tits! Show us your tits!'
They followed me down the hall to the bedroom and banged on
the locked door as they chanted at me.
The hurt, the booze, the put-downs, Bobby siding with his
family, Matt screwing a whore, guests in our house banging on my
door...
I screamed as I opened the door. They were quiet as they
let me pass through them into the livingroom. I climbed up on to
the coffeetable. I found Bobby's face in the drunken crowd.
`Fuck all of you, and start the music!'
I was wearing a white crepe blouse and a black wool skirt.
Under them, I had on a camisole and halfslip, bra, panties and
pantyhose. Not the typical stripper's costume.
I grabbed a mug of beer out of the hand of a nearby
spectator and chugged it as I started to pick up the beat of the
music. It had been years, but I could feel it inside me and all
those thousands of hours dancing were not forgotten. Though
mostly dancing topless or naked, I had done a few strips in my
day, and I knew what the boys liked.
I undid my blouse buttons and dropped the feathery material
off my shoulders and arms, leaving my long scarf tied around my
neck. I lifted the satin camisole up and over my head and threw
it into the crowd. I danced a little bit, showing them my tits
in my bra before I began unzipping my skirt. When it fell to my
feet, I kicked it away and dropped my halfslip quickly. Knowing
nobody found pantyhose sexy, I made short work of them, rolling
them down off my hips and having a couple of boys pull them off
my feet.
I was in my bra and panties, and no one had left the room.
Bobby was still standing next to his father, who was clapping to
the beat like everyone else. The crowd was wild. The stripper
was sitting on the sofa, between two of Bobby's brothers, giving
both of them hand-jobs as she cheered me on.
I reached behind me and undid my clasp. The straps fell off
my shoulders and down my arms, but I held the cups to my breasts
with my arms. With the boys yelling for more, I bent over in
front of Bobby's dad and let the bra fall to the floor. As the
boys roared their approval, I thrust my chest out until they
almost touched his nose. He began to raise his hand to touch me
and I danced to the other side of the table.
I owned the crowd and knew it. This was MY powerplay. I
was in control and I liked it.
My panties disappeared in a flash and they all saw that I
was a natural blonde. I untied the scarf from around my neck and
let it drape over my sweating, naked flesh like some demented
snake. I twisted it tight and ran it between my tits and then
between my legs, pulling it up tight into my ass and cunt.
I jumped off the table in front of Billy's dad and tossed
the scarf around the back of his neck. I looked into Billy's
eyes as I pulled his father's face down to mine. His father's
lips met mine and his tongue exploded into my mouth and his hands
grabbed my asscheeks. As his hands slid up my body to pinch my
hard nipples I confirmed what I had know all along about Billy's
dad -- he was just as dirty as I was.

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ｳWHEW! WHAT HAPPENED NEXT, SANDY? DID HE FUCK YOU? ｳ
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Him and everybody else. Well, not everybody. Some guys
cleared out fast when Billy's dad plopped me down on the
coffeetable and dropped his pants and shorts. His intentions
were clear, as they say.
What happened next?
It became a real family affair. All four of Bobby's
brothers fucked me, including Matt, who I had always considered a
friend, and then whoever else was there took their shot. There
were enough guys left to keep me and the stripper full of hard
cock for the next two hours or so.

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ｳBOBBY'S FATHER AND THE SITUATION MANIPULATED YOU. HOW COULDｳ
ｳYOU LET THAT HAPPEN, SANDY? ｳ
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What can I say? I lowered myself to their expectations. I
let myself become what they thought I was all along.
I was wrong. I made a big mistake.
Bobby just stood there and watched. Sometime later in the
evening, his father was sitting on the sofa with his hands buried
in my hair and his dick buried in my mouth and I heard him say,
`Bobby, my boy, you have great taste in whores, but lousy taste
in wives!' and then he laughed, and kept on laughing as I
swallowed his cum.
I woke up with a real banger of a headache. I was on our
bed with two guys I didn't recognize, and my ass slipped in a
small puddle of cold, but still-wet cum that had dripped out of
my cunt. I hadn't been in a gangbang like that since I
entertained at a Knights of Columbus party years ago.
I peed and brushed my teeth and threw on a robe. I smelled
coffee.
The sofa and chairs in the livingroom were filled with
sleeping bodies. The stripper was curled up on the floor with
Bobby's naked 14 year old cousin, both snoring. I winced as I
remembered him cumming in my pussy and mouth the night before.
Bobby's father was in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee.
He looked like he was on his way out to the office -- clean
shaven, hair combed, dressed in his jacket and tie -- the perfect
businessman.
`Sandra,' he smiled, `you look like shit.'
`I feel like shit. Who are all these people?' My feeble
attempt at hangover humor.
`But, my dear, you know all of them intimately.' Again, the
diamond-cutting smile.
`Are you happy? Did you prove to Bobby that he married a
whore?'
He handed me his empty cup and walked toward the front door,
`No, Sandra, YOU proved to Bobby he married a whore.'
I threw the cup at him but it shattered against the wall.

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ｳWHAT A TERRIBLE SITUATION, SANDY! I FEEL SO BAD FOR YOU. ｳ
ｳWHERE WAS BOBBY? DID YOU GO TO THE WEDDING? ｳ
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Wedding? Ha!
I found Bobby in the guest room. I woke him up and told him
to get everybody out of the house. I locked myself in the
bathroom and stayed in the shower until I couldn't cry anymore.
Bobby and I argued all day about whether to go to the
wedding. Finally we decided that he had to go because he was the
best man, and I could go, but didn't have to sit with his family.
I sat in the car until it was almost time to start, and then
I sat near the back of the church, alone in a pew. None of the
ushers, who were all at the party, looked me in the eye, but the
bride stared at me as she walked past. Her father looked
familiar and I was trying to remember if he was at the party,
too.
The ceremony began and when the priest asked if anyone knew
why the couple shouldn't be joined in `holy matrimony,' the bride
whispered something and the priest handed her the microphone.
She turned around and faced the congregation. I hadn't been to
enough formal weddings to know that this was unusual.
She lifted her veil and smiled at the crowd, `Good Evening,
everyone. I'm very pleased to see all of you here for this
occasion. I have a short announcement to make. I'm not getting
married tonight.'
Everyone in the church mumbled something and the bride
continued over the outburst `...You see, I found something out
about my fiancee, and I don't think I can go through with the
wedding.'
`Oh-oh,' I thought. I grabbed my purse to make a fast
getaway, but I wasn't fast enough.
`Can everyone see the pretty blonde in the back of the
church?' The bride was pointing right at me! And every eye in
the place followed her pretty index finger.
`Well, she was my future sister-in-law. She's married to
the best man, my fiancee's brother. Well, last night, at the
Bachelor Party, that pretty blonde screwed my fiancee, his
brothers, his father, all the ushers, and even my father!'
Well, that answered my question about the father of the
bride! The bride's mother passed out and her head hitting the
pew front resounded throughout the silent church.
`That slut,' the bride continued, `used to be a cheap
barroom whore, and last night she sucked and fucked every man at
the bachelor party!'

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ｳHOLY SHIT!ｳ
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You can say that, again!
Fortunately, I drove, so I hopped into the car and peeled
rubber getting out of there. I went to the house, filled the car
up with my clothes and make-up and drove here. I've been here
since.

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ｳDO YOU THINK BOBBY WILL FIND YOU, HERE? IT'S KIND OF ANｳ
ｳOBVIOUS CHOICE. ｳ
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You're assuming he's looking. I don't think he is. And I
can't blame him if he's not. You can't change a leopard's spots.
So, did you come back here to talk or to fuck? We better
get it on. It looks like I was missed and my old fan club has
been lining up to get a piece of my ass since I came back. I've
been on my back so much, I barely have time to dance!
No, don't worry about a condom -- let's live dangerously and
do it bareback!