Omega98
CHYOA Guru
"I-I... yes." she said uncertain of how to start and shook her head. "That was... we shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have done that. I'm married and that was a mistake."The fifth man is far from the last to enjoy Kelly's body - just the last she remembers before she lost count, Michael inviting his whole crew to take part in the gangbang. Hell, she even thinks he invited the laborers to join in at one point. Finally, dazed and confused by wave after wave of lust, she imagines that she sees Max perched atop her, giving animalistic moans as he pounds her well used pussy, his cum joining that of at least a dozen men.
Kelly awakens a little bit later, on a surprisingly comfortable camp bed within Bostar's manse. Her insides are filled, and her body is covered - in cum. The tangy smell reaches her nostrils and reawakens her desires slightly. "Finally awake?" Looking up, she spots Michael smirking at her.
As the lust-thick fog in her mind slowly dissipated, the realization of what she had done came crashing down upon her. Guilt, shame, regret, humiliation, embarrassment, and the deepest betrayal gripped her heart. She'd cheated. She'd cheated with Lord knew how many men! And she'd loved it! She begged them to fuck her, fill her, abuse and belittle her and she'd fucking loved it! How? How had it felt so good to be used as a cum-bucket? Why did she want it to happen again? Why did she want to behave like a slut?
"Because I am a slut." she thought to herself. "A dirty, cheating, fucking slut."
"Oh Max..." she said aloud, her voice only a whisper, "I'm sorry."
She wanted to sob, to curl up into a ball and die; she wanted Michael to leave her alone with her grief. But she also didn't want to show weakness in front of him. A strange thing considering what she'd let him and his entire crew do to her however long ago, but she was still there to find her husband. She would do anything to find him. And once she had she would make things right with him. Her infidelity wouldn't be the end of their marriage! She brought her wedding ring, still on her finger, to her lips and kissed it. It tasted like steel and cum but it filled her resolve. She had work to do.
The buttons on her top had popped off when Michael had ripped her blouse open, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist, but she'd worry about those things later. She stood up, and her pussy protested the movement, she felt the cum of however many men slosh around in her womb and ass but that too was something she'd concern herself with later. Her shirt fell open to either sides of her breasts, exposing her tits and her skirt only fell over one leg allowing Michael to see the cum slowly seep out of her pussy and drip down her thigh. Her hair was a mess and she looked 'freshly fucked', but she attempted to summon all the dignity she had left.
Some of the men had talked about her husband, she was sure she could remember them saying something about him and she fixed Michael with an intent-filled gaze. "Max was here wasn't he? Y-your men talked about him. He was here! Where? What happened to him?"