My husband Dave has been screwing around on me for over two years. When I caught him out fucking his secretary, he promised to stop. My girlfriend, Valerie, told me Dave was now screwing one of the waitresses at the golf club. Valerie is in charge of catering at the club and the slut waitress confided in her that Dave was fucking her. The waitress, Helen, didn?t know that Valerie knew Dave?s wife. I confronted Dave and he started with the usual denials but when I told him how I knew he confessed and promised not to do it again. I let him believe I accepted his apology but vowed to get even. My husband is the owner of the largest construction company in our town in So. Cal. He prides himself on the respect he commands around town and is very jealous of his reputation. I intended to damage his name and reputation beyond repair. The California 50/50 property laws ensured that I wouldn?t be left destitute when he caught on.

I knew that most of Dave?s workmen regularly drank at The Hog?s Head, a rough bar not far from the company?s equipment warehouse. I was only a rare visitor to Dave?s offices and never went to the warehouse. The chances of any of the employees knowing me, was very low and anyway I intended for them to know exactly who I was eventually. Dave?s promise to be more attentive lasted just one week and when on Friday he failed to even phone to say he would be late home, I put my plan into action. I dressed in my most revealing blouse and shortest skirt. My push-up bra and thong panties added to my sluttish look. The three-inch heels were very uncomfortable but made my legs look much longer. I should describe myself a little so that I can complete the picture. I?m forty-one and just over 125lbs. My boobs have drooped a bit but still look good in a nice bra. I?m wearing my butt a little lower these days but it?s not flabby by any means. I keep my pussy trimmed with just the thinnest strip of hair leading to my slit. My labia a completely bald and I must say it feels sensational when I wear thong panties. I probably wouldn?t get a second look in a room full of twenty-year olds but I didn?t expect to find much competition at the Hog?s Head.

I drove my car and left it two blocks from the bar and caught a cab the rest of the way. Judging how the driver looked at me, I must look like the tramp I intended. I made sure the driver had a good look at my crotch as I slid out of the cab. I felt so slutty I could feel my juices beginning to flow already. I walked into the bar and could see I was one of only four women there. There must have been at least thirty guys and most of them were wearing Dave?s company shirt. My only concern was that Dave might be there but I was sure he?d be out screwing his new slut. I made my way to the bar and sat on one of the stools. My skirt rode up showing more thigh then I intended but I didn?t bother to pull it down. Before I could even open my mouth two guys offered to buy me a drink. Both of them were from Dave?s company and introduced themselves as Dean and Ross. I told them I was Karen and was looking for a good time. They told me I?d come to the right place and ordered my bourbon and coke.

The guys made sure my glass was never empty and as the night wore on I let my skirt ride even higher. I danced with about eight guys and most of them copped a feel of my boobs or butt on the dance floor. I was getting tipsy but far from buzzed. The guys were trying to get me plastered so they could have their way with me. My skirt was so high that the guys could see my crotch and the thong between my pussy lips. One guy, Adrian, asked me if it was uncomfortable with my panties in my crack and I told him it was. He suggested I take them off but I told him I couldn?t do it with everyone watching. Adrian offered me fifty dollars for my panties and wouldn?t take no for an answer. I excused myself and went into the ladies restroom. I quickly removed my panties and returned to my stool and passed my underwear to Adrian. Adrian pushed the $50 into my bra cup and held my knickers to his nose. The panties were passed from guy to guy as they all sniffed the aroma from my cunt. Adrian retrieved his prize and slipped them into his shirt pocket. My almost bald cunt was now in plain view to anyone standing near me.  Every guy in the room managed to get a look at my pussy! I danced with several more guys and each of them slipped a finger into my cunt on the darkened dance floor. Paul introduced himself by shoving two fingers into my cunt while we danced to a slow number. Paul had ?maintenance foreman? stitched onto his company shirt and I could tell by the roughness of his fingers he worked with his hands. Paul offered me $50 for my bra but I refused because it cost more then that to buy. Paul upped his offer to $100 but I had to remove it on the dance floor.  I?ve always been willing to take a dare and took him up on his offer. After removing Adrian?s $50 from my cup, I let Paul undo my bra clasp. While trying to look as natural as possible I slipped the bra out of my blouse sleeve and handed it to Paul.

I felt almost naked with just my thin skirt and blouse covering my body. Paul?s hands were kneading my breasts and tweaking my nipples as we danced. I could feel my juices streaming down my inner thighs and excused myself and headed to the restroom. I?d noticed that the other woman had already left and didn?t bother to lock the cubicle as I dabbed at my pussy and thighs with the tissue. I heard the restroom door open and looked around to see both Adrian and Paul in the restroom. I knew what they wanted because I wanted the same thing. Without a word I left the cubicle and raised my skirt above my waist. Paul lifted me onto the washbasin and unzipped his work trousers. I stared at his crotch as he released his cock into view. It was only average size, about six or so inches but as thick as my wrist. Without any preliminaries he shoved his cock all the way in and I orgasmed immediately. I?m quite embarrassing when I orgasm and squeal loudly. Paul continued to fuck me as more guys poured into the restroom.

Paul shot his semen into my cunt as I watched at least fifteen guys unzipping and releasing their beautiful cocks.  Paul ripped my blouse open exposing my tits to the eyes of my husband?s employees. No sooner had Paul removes his shrinking cock then Adrian?s replaced it. For the next two hours, my husband?s employees continuously fucked me on the restroom floor. The bartender and several other patrons also enjoyed my body. The bar closed at midnight and after closing up the guys continued to use my body into the small hours of the morning. We played nude pool and between games I was fucked on the table. I ?pulled a train? of my husband?s workers and even let them photograph me. My tits and belly were covered in hickeys and I even let Paul, the foreman, assfuck me. I made sure as often as possible; the guys kept their company shirts on when they were photographed. I kept about ten of the Polaroids showing me with a cock in each end. After the guys all had their fill of me I got Adrian to drop me back at my car.

I was still naked as I drove home; I was sure any policeman would fuck me and let me go if I was stopped. I parked my car behind my husband?s Mercedes in the driveway and before entering the house carefully scratched out the men?s faces in the photos. My husband was already restomg when I entered our bedroom. I spread the photos over the dressing table where he was sure to see them in the morning. I slipped under the covers and was as I drifted off  I could feel the cum seeping from my ass and cunt and pooling on the sheet. When I woke my husband was still snoring. I climbed out of bed and entered the ensuite bathroom. I looked at my body and was horrified at the amount of hickeys covering my tits, belly and thighs. Dried semen was everywhere, in my hair, on my face and in every nook and cranny of my body. I refused to clean myself until Dave saw the state his men had left me in. I was about to return to bed when I heard my husband, ?What the fuck are these!!! You fucking slut!!!!