"But I do want to. I mean, I need to. If we're going to make this marriage work then we have to be honest with each other, especially about things like this."
"Wha ... what are you saying," I sputtered. "Surely this can't be so serious you think I'd divorce you. It's not like that, is it?"
"I'm not sure. It was pretty bad. I need to tell you so you can decide how you feel about it."
"OK, I'm listening."
"Well, finally, ... one guy ... didn't pull me down on his lap. Instead he held up two blue chips and told me he'd give me both of them if he could take me into the kitchen to kiss me. I said 'no way.'"
"Good for you," I told her.
"But then ... another guy ... said I sure had a bunch of chips in my apron pocket, and asked me how much they were worth. I said I didn't know, and he said we should count them. I thought maybe this was going to wrap things up for the night, so I pulled out all the chips. It was mostly blue ones and a few red. I didn't know what they were worth, but when we got them all counted the guys told me I had $18.50. I had no idea it was that much. They assured me it was my money, and they would never tell you about it.
"At that point, the guy that won held up his two chips again and told me they were worth two dollars. He said, 'All you have to do is go kiss me in the kitchen and you'll have more than twenty dollars.'"
She stopped at that point, took my hand, and pulled it to her lips.
"I guess I kinda conned myself into it. The twenty dollars would be nice to have, and after all I owed him a kiss anyway. Well, of course I really didn't, but I was expecting one, and like I said, by that point I was looking forward to it.
"So ... he ... led me into the kitchen, and when the door closed behind us he took me into his arms and gave me a kiss. I mean, a real kiss. I'm not sure why it was so different being in the kitchen, but it was. I ... have to admit I was kissing him back. Then he pulled away, gave me a sly smile, and led me back to the table. Oh, Richard, this is terrible, but my heart was pounding."
I realized this must have been where I started my peeping tom act. The only thing I didn't know now was how honest she would be about what happened after that.
"Look, Nancy, if there's more, you really don't have to give me all the details. In fact I don't think I want to hear them. But was there more?
"Yes," she shuddered, "it gets worse."
"I take it all the guys started taking you to the kitchen."
"Yesss..."
"Did they start touching you ... places?"
"Yesss..."
"Did they try to take your clothes off?"
"Yesss..."
"And you let them do that?"
"No ... not really ... I mean, not much."
"But they touched your underwear?"
"Yesss, yessss, yesss."
"Did they touch inside it?"
"Yesss, yessss, and I came!"
"Did you touch them inside their underwear?"
"Noooo ... I wanted to, I really wanted to, but I didn't."
I reached over and put my hand on her nipple. "Did they kiss you here?"
"Yesss, yessss, and I came again!"
I slipped my hand down to her pussy. "Did anyone kiss you here?"
"Oh, God, yessss, and I kept coming and COMING!"
"Did anyone put their penis inside here?"
"Noooo ... he said he wanted to, and I wanted him to, but I told him no."
"So that's all that happened, then, right?"
"All? You call that all?"
"Well, I guess it was quite a bit, at that, wasn't it? You let them play with your tits."
"Yesss, yessss, yesss," she moaned as I played with her tits.
"And you let them diddle their fingers in your pussy." My fingers echoed my words.
"Yesss, yessss, yesss," she squealed.
"And you let them suck your tits."
"Yesss, yesss," she screamed as I moved in to do the same. "Oh, FUCK YEEEESSSSSSSS!"
I gave her a moment to calm down from her climax, then without saying a word I started kissing my way down toward her belly. About the time I got to her belly button she pulled her knees up and spread her legs apart and set up a wail.
"Ohhh...hhh...hhh...hhh...hhh!!"
The moment I reached her clit the wail was choked off and she started jerking. I licked and kissed and sucked on that little bud and she kept jerking and shuddering without making a sound. I finally realized she wasn't breathing, either, and I figured I'd better give her a chance to calm down. When I pulled away she started clawing at my head and face, and I felt like I was being mauled by a tiger. I guess I was.
But at last she started gasping for breath, and some long time later she was finally able to form what passed for words:
"FUCK huh, huh, huh, ME! huh, huh, huh, FUCK huh, huh, huh, ME! huh, huh, huh"
I was more than ready to do just that, so I rolled on top of her and shoved. It only took me about ten strokes, but she came twice more by the time I blasted into her.