"No, I ... wasn't ... before."

"So what's changed? Something doesn't add up here. You say there was no problem last night, and that you had a good time, but there does seem to be some sort of a problem."

"Forget it. I'm sorry I said anything."

"No, I'm not going to forget it. I like having my buddies over, but I don't want to do something that is going to make you uncomfortable, so I need to understand what this is all about."

I waited for her to answer, but she didn't. The silence was starting to become awkward. I finally tried again.

"Actually, didn't I just hear you say you had a very good time? And that the guys were very good to you? Were you playing poker with them?"

"No." Her answer was so soft I could hardly hear it.

"But you must have been doing something with them."

"Yes," still barely audible.

"So you were doing something with them, but you don't want to tell me about it. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am!"

"You're sorry about what you did?"

"Yes ... no ... not exactly."

"Then what are you sorry about?"

"I'm sorry to make you feel that way."

"I'm beginning to think you did something naughty last night."

"Yesss ..."

"But you're not sorry you did it?"

"Nooo ..."

"Because you had a very good time doing it, right?"

"Yesss! Oh, yesss!"

"Was it just a little bit naughty, or very naughty?"

"Very, very, naughty! Oh, God! I was so naughty!"

"Which one of the guys were you naughty with?"

"Noooo, it wasn't one. Oh, NO! I was naughty with all three of them. Oh, yes! We were all so naughty!"

"Did they make you come?"

"Oh, FUCK YES! I came and CAME and CAME!!!"

"Did they come too?"

"Did they come? Oh, shit, yes, they came. My cunt was so full of cum after the first two that I had to go clean it out, and then they stuffed it full of cum again with the next two fucks, and I went again, but after that I couldn't bear to leave them, so I just shoved my finger up my cunt to squirt the cum out after each one to make room for the next cock."

"My God, how many times did they fuck you?"

"I'm not sure, but they were taking turns, and I know they went around at least three times, maybe four."

"And you let them do that?"

"Let them, hell! I kept begging them. I wanted to keep going longer, but we had to stop when I couldn't suck them hard any more."

"I can't believe this. You're putting me on, right?"

"Fuck, no! I promise you that if you bring those guys over here again I'll be fucking them within two minutes of the time they walk in the door, and I'll still be fucking them an hour later and hollering for more."

"My God, Nancy, what's happened to you? You were never like this before."

"They turned me into a cum slut. That's what Pete called me, and it's true. Last night I had the hottest fucking time of my life, and I'm going to want to do it again and again."

"But a while ago you said you didn't want them to come over again."

"Fuck, no. What I said was that I would be uncomfortable if all four of you were here, because I didn't think you would like to see me fucking the other three guys. And you'd better believe that's what I'd be doing if they were here.

"Oh, fuck, Dick! I haven't had any cock since last night, and I'm dying to have another gang bang. Shit! I wish I could have five or six guys here fucking me right now."

My mind was whirling. Who was this filthy-mouthed woman talking to me? It certainly wasn't my wife. This slut wasn't the type that would ever be anybody's wife.

"I'm sorry," I said shaking my head, "but I can't handle this. I'm going to go pack my things and move out. I'll try to be out of here in an hour or less."

I walked out of the room half expecting that she would burst into tears and come running after me. Instead, only a minute later, I heard her on the phone asking somebody to round up a bunch of guys and come over for a fuck party.

Later she stood watching me carry out suitcases. Her face showed no remorse, but only what appeared to be a mixture of passion and impatience. I got the impression the impatience was that she wanted to get me out of there before her guests arrived. Or maybe that she was waiting until I was gone before she got into 'something more comfortable.'

In any event, neither of us said a word as I left. The next time I saw her was at the divorce hearing, and I hardly recognized her. She was giving every guy in the room "fuck me" looks, and I suspect every guy there, including the judge, had a hard-on. Well, every guy except for me, that is.

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