She leaves john

Jennifer woke up in the arms of Steve with her hand resting on his ripped abs, feeling completely sexually satisfied for the first time in a very long while. Even with a thicking coating of cum on her lips, she felt more rested than she had in a long time. And that was because She had slept REALLY well, the sleep that she could only get after a deep orgasm.

Before meeting John, she had regularly woken up in a strange man's bed and knew what was expected of her. As to not wake Steve, she gently moved his arm off her and gently slid the firehose of a cock he had off of her leg, and slowly crawled out of bed.

She quietly grabbed a towel and walked out the door. She had fully expected to just head home before she noticed black fabric flapping against the step in the bright midday sun as she opened the front door.

She instantly recognized it as the remnant of her dress from the night before. Last night, when it blew off of her, she fully expected it to be blown into the woods. She remembered that she was outside the city limits and that Steve had driven her here as she picked it up. She had no way back home, so with the dress in hand, she turned around and walked back inside the house to wait for Steve to wake up.

She knew it would take a while for Steve to wake up, so she spent her time wandering his house. In her exploration, she encountered two pairs of panties, four swimsuits, six thongs, three bras, two stockings, one blouse, one skirt, and one pair of pink female socks. After exploring everywhere, she noted that she was still holding her torn-up dress.

Remembering the sad feeling she had felt about not being able to leave a trophy, she decided that this would be his trophy. But if she was going to give him a trophy, she wanted to make sure he would see it every day. So, she hung up her dress on the TV so that he would see it every time he turned the TV on. As she looked at her dress hanging on the TV, she started to think about the many 'trophies' that were hung before hers. So many trophies, So many other women left one before her.

"Wow, if only I could express my sexuality the way he does," she thought. Free from encumbrance, free from attachment, free to do anything she pleased to anyone she pleased.

She actually began to get jealous of Steve's nice stuff and lifestyle. It was a lifestyle she wanted. It is why she had stripped and went to college to earn this. And she had been well on her way before she quit for John.

That's when she heard the tell-tale sounds of Steve coming down the stairs from his room. Right before he came into view, she glanced at the clock; it was 12:19 p.m., well past the time she originally planned to be home. Steve walked into view completely naked. "Oh, sorry, I forgot I need to drive you home."

But his massive cock swing in the breeze was telling her something different.

The sight of his exciting and tasty-looking cock took over her mind. It was already noon, so she was already late, so who gave a fuck if she was even later. "I was thinking about staying here a little while longer if that's OK with you."

Steve's eyes get huge as if he were surprised, "What about John?" Steve wanted little more than to have Jennifer live with him, to leave her limp-dicked husband John, the pussy who couldn't get his cock hard for her.

"What about John. He fucking knows where I am at. He can come and get me if he needs me," Jennifer said with a sneer.

But in her mind, she asked herself, 'Did John actually know where she was? She had never been here alone before, and she didn't tell him she was coming here.' She wasn't even sure where her phone was, she didn't remember bringing her purse, her phone, or her keys to this place the night before.

Steve decided to test the waters. "You're more than welcome to stay for as long as you want," he said with a smile. "I can take off from work today, but if I do, I will have to host a party, a special party for you. Are you OK with that?"

"Yes, of course," Jennifer answered without hesitation. She knew exactly what sort of party Steve had in mind; she knew what he meant to take place.

But once again, inside her head, she screams, 'No, that is not OK. THAT IS VERY MUCH NOT OK! One of John's four rules said ONLY STEVE NO ONE ELSE. If this party happens, someone else IS GOING TO END UP INSIDE YOU!' But it was like Steve's still soft but massive cock was hypnotizing her, preventing her from listening to her subconscious.

She knew she would be breaking the rules, she knew she would be cheating, she knew she would taste the cocks of other men tonight, and at that moment, all Jennifer could think of were the cocks. Fuck John.

Steve's mouth practically hit the floor as he understood what she was saying, "I have some nice clothes in a closet over there that you can wear tonight, or we could hit the town and buy more, babe."

She nervously bit her lips as she knew that she was completely giving up on John. "Actually, before I got all done up, I thought we could have another go?"

A woman never has to tell Steve twice that she wants sex. But he wanted to hear it again; he wanted to hear this married woman, his recent obsession, say the words. "What do you want me to do, Jenn?"

"Fuck me, Steve, fuck me however you want, wherever you want, for as long as you want, with anyone else you want," Jennifer said, her mouth watering as she saw his huge cock start to grow and rise.

Within seconds she was in his arms with his cock buried inside her, and her moaning Steve's name. She loved his cock, it was properly massive, but it fit her; she fit him; this was meant to be.

The two of them had a late lunch in the city, and Steve took her shopping to buy some new clothing. At one point, he fucked her gently in a changing room, loving every moment of it.

When the party got going, the booze flowed freely, and marijuana was on the menu as well. Loud music was pounding, another video of Jennifer fucking was on the big screen, and the house full of people threw a proper party.

Sex, ****, and rock and roll, lots of sex. There were men and women fucking everywhere she looked.

That night at the party, Jennifer fucked several men other than Steve.

She ended up on her knees with two cocks before her in the middle of a room full of people. Jennifer sucked two cocks enthusiastically, alternating between the two of them, sucking them until each came into her hungry mouth. She didn't care that she didn't know them; she didn't care who the men were.

She ended up in a guest room fucking a different man, a heavyset older man, on her hands and knees, looking behind her to see a man she normally would not spend time with if she were not being paid to have the time of his life pounding her.

And it felt good; she orgasmed with him; when he pulled her in tight, and she felt his cum enter her body, she orgasmed hard. Who cared that she was off the pill? Who cared that he was a stranger? It was wrong, it was kinky, and she didn't fucking care.

When she woke up, it wasn't Steve's arm around her. It wasn't the older heavyset man either, but a muscular arm with dark skin. She turned to see a very well-built black man in bed with her, his impressive soft cock resting against her and dried cum all over her body.

She would have thought she would regret it in the morning and would want to go back to John, but she felt nothing but happy when she woke up in another man's arms. She didn't even care that she had no idea who this man was or that she lacked any memory of having fucked him.

She wiggled out of his grasp and headed to the restroom in Steve's room; seeing Steve in bed with two dancers from the club, and it didn't bother her. Steve was not about monogamy, and she found it freeing.

She stepped into the restroom, turned on the light, and saw the damage. There was cum all over her. Cum was on her hair, on her face, on her breasts, and on her legs. Jennifer looked at the dried cum on her hand and noticed she wasn't wearing her wedding ring. Fuck it, it would turn up.

She knew Steve was incapable of truly loving her as John did, but John was incapable of fucking her like this, of fucking her at all. Sometimes fucking meant more than love; she understood that now.

Jennifer had spent two years fucking John like his personal porn star. She had done anything and everything he could have imagined. She wore him out fucking him so hard, letting him do anything to her beautiful body that he desired.

Steve wouldn't just fuck her, she wouldn't just fuck Steve, but she would always be able to have sex when she needed it, and she now knew how much she needed it. Jennifer needed it a lot, and now she would get it.

Jennifer took a shower and walked out naked, feeling a lot cleaner and no less sexy. She didn't bother with clothing, going downstairs to eat something; sure, she had consumed little but **** and semen the night before.

Her head was splitting, so she had some coffee but could not find any aspirin, so she had one of Steve's painkillers, something a lot stronger.

On the counter was a small glass with cum in it, a lot of cum, an impressive amount. And at the bottom of the glass was her wedding ring. The ring John had put on her finger had spent the night bathed in other men's semen. Fuck it, it could stay there for all she cared right now.

Soon, Steve walked down the stairs and joined her; having showered and looking as manly and handsome as ever, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Good morning, Jenn," he said softly.

Jennifer didn't hesitate, "Mind if I stay, Steve?" She asked.

"Another night? Sure thing, babe," Steve asked, noticing she had not mentioned a time frame or anything else.

"I mean, just stay," Jennifer said, somewhat meekly, worried Steve would say no. She knew she would not be alone in fucking him; he might not want her crowding him. "I mean, stay, like, just be here. With you."

He answered with a wide smile, "I really need to go to work today, but feel free to stay and make yourself at home." He kissed Jennifer on the lips and smiled, "My home is your home, Jennifer; I will have a key for you tonight. You never need to live anywhere else again."

After a little while and another round of Jennifer sucking the cum out of his big cock, Steve got dressed and left for the strip club.

Jennifer spent the day at his house. While she had hoped the loneliness would make her want to go home to John, it didn't. It only made her want to fuck Steve more when he got home at 2:30 a.m. or so.

With a new resolve to stay, Jennifer spent the day cleaning Steve's house and tidying up from the party the night before. She smoked some of the weed left behind while watching some of the videos on his media server.

She found more videos with her on them and enjoyed them; remembering all the sex she had enjoyed at his parties helped the day go by. Jennifer also imagined all the varied fucking that was to come. So many cocks, so much cum, so many orgasms.

She considered that she might go back to stripping as well; she had enjoyed that life as well and thought that she would need to help pay the bills.

Jennifer decided to stay with Steve until she regretted something, anything at all, even if it was the smallest of things.

After that day, Steve managed to take the next two days off from work. Of course, Steve planned another of his infamous parties for both of those nights.

Jennifer knew she would have to do something **** to make her regret staying, so she had a five-person gangbang, with four other men as Steve watched. While he had his big cock sucked by two women she didn't know, she later found out two of the women married to the men fucking her now.

The other two wives fucked each other, enjoying a lesbian '69' as the party carried on.

Jennifer was fucked in every way she could imagine. She had a cock in her hand, her mouth, and in both her ass and her pussy. It was something she had never felt but something she loved. So much hard cock, all for her and all hers. And her man was watching her take it all.

Not her husband; her husband wasn't a man. She now wondered if John was gay, but he wasn't a man right now. Steve was all man, and even with other women sucking his cock, he was her man.

As the four men fucking Jennifer finished, they all came in her mouth and on her face. She eagerly swallowed their semen, using their cocks and her fingers to try and catch as much as she could. Some ended up on her body, but she got most of it.

One, then another, then another, all four men came in her mouth, and all four men's cum ended up in her stomach. It was wonderful, dirty, and fucking sexy.

She ended up in Steve's shower before she jumped in his bed and fucked him hard to end the night. He kissed her as they fucked, not caring that she had taken other men's cum in her mouth, which thrilled her.

There would be no rules, no boundaries, no hangups. This would be the life she had always wanted.

Once again, Jennifer woke up in Steve's arms and felt great about being who she was.

The next day, when Steve started referring to her as one of his women, in her mind, she knew she should be disgusted, but it actually felt right.

Another party soon took place, and Jennifer decided to up the ante and try a bigger gang bang. This time, ten people, more men she didn't know, a couple of women she didn't know, and much more of what she loved.

The men and women used her for more than an hour. She ate pussy, she sucked cock, and the men alternated fucking her pussy and her ass.

Women sat on her face, and men fucked her throat, stretching it. She saw black cocks and white cocks, black women and white women, and lots of sweat and lots of cum.

This time, as they finished, they just came all over her. On her face, in her hair, on her tits, everywhere really. The cum just kept landing on her. She thought it was eight men, but it might have been more; it just kept spurting onto her.

Jennifer tasted a lot of it, wanting to enjoy the flavor of each man, but she could not be sure who was who. Eventually, she had cum in each eye and had to keep her eyes shut, but that did not stop what was happening.

As Jennifer's eyes remained shut, she felt more cocks in her mouth, rubbing on her face and in her now sore pussy. She felt cum on her leg and running out of her pussy, and the bitter and salty taste of cum on her tongue.

It was filthy, she was being a whore for these men, nothing but a sexy body to enjoy. She didn't know most of the people in the room when the party started and now knew nobody as her eyes were shut.

The cum in her mouth varied. Bitter and sweeter, some of it was of light consistency, and some was much thicker. She knew several men at least had cum inside of her and knew any of them might get her pregnant, and she did not care at that moment.

Steve helped her to his bathroom. he had to carry her up the stairs because she was so sore, and when she stood in front of the mirror and wiped her eyes clear, When she looked in the mirror, what she was shocked her to the core. She didn't even recognize the woman looking back at her.

She had never seen so much cum, it was everywhere. She smiled at Steve and started to clean herself, but not with a towel. She used her fingers to gather it and started to suck and lick her fingers clean.

Jennifer gathered the semen from all over her body, cleaning as much as she could and eating all that she gathered. It didn't all smell good and didn't all taste good, but Steve started to jerk his hard cock as she did it with one hand, and she noticed he was recording her on his phone with the other. It was so filthy and sexy that she almost orgasmed, and the cum started to all taste good.

When she was finished, Steve spoke up. "I've got one more load of cum for you, baby, get on your knees for me." Jennifer got on her knees and opened her mouth. Her new man pointed his massive cock at her open mouth. He slowed his pace, carefully depositing every drop of his seed into her mouth, not missing any, as he held his camera close to her face.

When he finished, Jennifer sucked his cock clean, swallowed again, and blew a kiss to the camera.

Then she took a shower, climbed into Steve's bed, and fell into a restful sleep as Steve went back downstairs to see his guests out.

The next morning, once again, she woke up in Steve's arms and regretted NOTHING. Not a single moment of what had happened bothered her.

When they had breakfast, she didn't see the glass of cum her wedding ring was in. Surprisingly, she didn't care that she didn't know where it was. But she randomly stumbled on it in the refrigerator. It was now in a bigger glass, and it was more packed than before. She didn't care to know where it was, but since she did, she couldn't think of a better place for it.

She got what she wanted out of the fridge and moved on. At this moment, Jennifer didn't give a fuck about that ring. Not about the ring, not about John. It was time for a new start.

From then on, she changed from 'she would leave when she regretted something' to 'she will leave when John comes and gets her.' Because she knew there was nothing she could do here that she would regret.

That night, when he got home from work, Steve told her he saw her husband at the strip club.

Jennifer was surprised, "Did he want me to go home?" She replied.

Steve replied softly, "John didn't say so. He just asked if you were OK and if you were happy. I said you were never better and enjoying life. John just smiled and left." With that, Jennifer jumped on top of him, and they fucked again.

Two days later, John called Steve's number. This was actually a surprise because she had her phone and he didn't call her.

John spoke up when he heard Steve pick up, "Hello, Steve."

Steve replied in a neutral tone, "Hello, John."

John continued, his tone soft and defeated, "Tomorrow is Christmas. Does she want to see Stevy?"

Steve muted his phone. And turn to Jennifer, shrugging his shoulders at her.

Jennifer replied, "I wouldn't want to impose on you."

Steve smile. "It's our child, after all, so I would differently make room for him."

He unmuted the phone, "I will pick him up at 6 a.m."

With that, John hung up on John. From that day on, Stevy spent four days at Steve's and three days at John's, while Jennifer spent every moment at Steve, even allowing him to fuck her even in front of their son. Jennifer always thought divorce papers would come, but they never came. So, after living with Steve for a month and not having become pregnant from any of the sex at the parties, she asked Steve the same question that she asked John.

Jennifer explained everything to Steve, as she had her husband, about her first sex with her father. Steve was OK with it, which was not a surprise; he lacked boundaries of any sort.

She had seen him tell married strippers to suck the cocks of men they didn't know in front of their husbands, she had seen him direct two sisters who were curious about lesbian sex to fuck each other in front of one of his parties, and they did.

Steve knew few boundaries, but while she wasn't sure how he would answer, she was not surprised that he lacked anger or shock.