Humiliating the Homewrecker

After dumping her husband's sorry ass for cheating on her with a college girl, Pauline sets out to get revenge on the little homewrecking slut by guilt-tripping her into a gangbang. But Pauline soon finds herself aroused when watching the action. Will she stick to the original plan or succumb to her own desires? Warning: for adults only! Contains graphic content (m/f oral and anal group sex). 7182 words.

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Excerpt:

Tonight was the night. Britney arrived at about eight in the evening, dressed in a comically modest attire that betrayed her nervousness: jeans and a plain tank top, with her bag slung over her shoulder as if she wasn't a complete whore. Never mind - the clothes would be taken off soon enough. I offered her a drink and she gratefully accepted. Yeah, she was nervous. I understood, but didn't much sympathize. I quite enjoyed watching her squirm in her seat, looking around sheepishly as she was made to wait for the arrival of her would-be partner. The stunned look on her face when ten of her classmates walked into the living room, grinning widely and eying her up and down, was utterly delicious. She shot me a look of despair but found no solace in me.

"I think you know these guys, Britney," I said, trying to mask my immense pleasure.

"Yes..." she whimpered.

"Guys, Britney's been kind enough to agree to help me get over a recent breakup. She's agreed to have sex with you tonight."

"Hey Brit," Ricky waved at her, and she looked at him nervously.

"Hey Ricky..."

"Don't worry, we'll be gentle," he promised, and the others chuckled.

"Oh, uh... okay." Still she did not budge.

"You can take your clothes off now, Britney," I said. "Just put them on the chair here or wherever. Guys, you too."

The guys wasted no time, quickly undressing and putting their clothes away. They were already hard from the thought of what was about to happen, stroking their cocks tentatively as they waited for Britney to strip. All of them knew her, having shared classes with her, and all quite readily accepted my invitation when I told them the plan. Britney was smoking hot, frankly, and it was no wonder they were eager to fuck her, even if they had to share. Her body was beautiful, tall and angular, and she sported a pair of lovely, round tits that were nestled snugly in her bra. Her hair, auburn in color and medium in length, hung in loose waves over her pretty face. She was gorgeous, a true prize, and she was theirs tonight to do with as they pleased.

Britney hesitated, but eventually relented and took her clothes off, unceremoniously folding them neatly and placing them on the table, making sure to do it all very carefully and methodically, as if subconsciously resisting the wild madness she knew was about to ensue. She then turned around to face the guys and swallowed hard, waiting for them to act. They surveyed her nudity for a brief, silent moment before stepping forward and surrounding her. I watched as they eased her down to the floor, her knees planted deep into the carpet.

"Pauline, you got the rope?" one of the guys, Zack, asked, and I tossed it to him. Britney breathed deeply as her hands were tied behind her back. She closed her eyes.

"I'm not sure this is right Pauline..." she suddenly said, her voice shaking.

"You'll get nothing more than you deserve."
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