Getting divorced

I met Tara through a mutual friend. We hit it off from the get go and quickly became best friends.

Looking back now it was because she could tell I was submissive. Not, an out an out submissive. But, still a submissive and easily coerced into doing things.

It wasn't long that I was under her control. I didn't know it at first and by the time I figured it out it was to late.

I'm not a lesbian. Well, I didn't think so anyway.
Tara proved me wrong on that the night she seduced me.

She didn't so easily, too. She had me to the point unwanted her more then anything in the world.
She didn't come on to me all at once. She took her time and made me want her.
The things she'd do and say.
She'd text me or call ever day. Buy me little things as gifts. She would never say that's what they where.
It was a slow gentle process.
She also made sure there where always a couple young studs hanging around her house when I was there.
She would let me know she was sleeping with one or the other of them and tell me about it in great detail.
She would leave out no detail of her sexual conquests with them and she even fucked them a few times while I was there. I didn't need details then. I could here every thing that was going on the bed or see what was going on if she left the door open.
I had even stood in the hall way looking Tara in the eye one time as a guy mounted her from behind and screwed her hard till he filled her with his young cum.
She had even started driving a wedge between me and my husband and I followed right along.
Getting more and more distant from him.

By the time Tara made her move I was almost begging her to.
She used the ruse that she wanted to show me her new bra and panties she had bought.

When she walked out of the bed o screamed my panties seeing her.

I went down on her ate her like I always wanted my husband to eat me.
After that I quit having anything at all to do with my husband sexually.
I was committed to Tara. I couldn't wait for her to get home from work. As soon as I seen her car go by I would almost run to her house.
It wasn't long though before I she talked me into a threesome with one of the young studs she was fucking.
I had never done one before. But, if Tara wanted to I was willing. I wanted to please her.
Again Tara knew what she was doing and made it all about me. I was the center of attention.
Tara even ate my creampie out of me. Something I had always wanted done and even told her that was a sexual dream of mine.

Again slowly Tara made it a regular thing with us.
Then it went from a threesome to a foursome.
Again it was all about me. Every thing revolved around me.
She even got me a regular fuck buddy.
I'd take him in her extra room and screw him in all sorts of dirty ways. I did things I'd never do with my husband.
She even gave me a key to her house so I could meet him during the day.
By this time I was switching between about three different guys fucking me and even had a couple threesome while she was at work.
Some how she always knew though when I was at her house. A few times she called me and talk to me while I was get fucked.

Which was very exciting for me.

Tara owned me. I was her bitch. I lived for Tara and we had even started talking about me divorcing my husband.

We where at my house one afternoon rolling around in my bed. My husband was out of town on a business trip. When in the door way there was Josh, Mike and Andy.

"Just in time boys!" Tara squealed jumping off the bed and running to them jumping into Andy's arms kissing him.

"The others will be here in a bit." Mike smiled handing Tara a bag.

I looked on confused. But, I was still in the mood to fuck and let Andy know too. Which he obliged me by walking over and dropping his pants flopping his dick right in my face. Which I willingly started sucking.

I guess I was caught up in sucking Andy's dick because I did realize how full the was getting.
There was over twelve guys in there watching me suck Andy off.

"Ready boys?" Tara asked entering the room wearing a strapon on dildo bigger then anything I had ever seen.

I knew what was gonna happen. Tara was gonna fuck me in front of all these guys.
All of them took there turns fucking me and each one dumped a load in me as deep as they could shove there cock into me.
Tara took up the slack fucking me harder then anyone had ever fucked me.
She screwed me like a tramp.
Guys where jacking off on my face and tits and filling me with cum.

I don't know how many times they fucked me or for how long. I remember opening my eyes and Tara was laughing as two guys held my legs up and she fucked me in the ass.
Tara even fist fucked me several times.
By the time they where done fucking me the sun was starting to rise.
I was covered in cum and had it running out of my pussy and asshole.

"You where great sweety." Tara whispered in my ear. Giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I didn't have the energy to move. I wanted a shower. But, sleep over took me.

I woke to the odd feeling of someone watching me.

I woke to someone standing in the door way. I knew instantly who it was. I didn't need to hear or see him. I already knew it was my husband.

A pain of fear and sorrow ran through me. I knew I had fucked up in a irreversible manner.
I knew this was not gonna turn out well.
But, I didn't care. I had Tara.
I set up looked at my husband and just glared at him.

Like I said though. Tara had a plan.

My husband never said a word. He grabbed some clothes and walked out. Totally ignoring me.

When I got cleaned up and dressed. I called Tara to let her know I was now single and we could be together.

"Shit Sam. I'm sorry. But, I don't know if we should be friends anymore. I don't need your type if people in my life." Tara said into the phone.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Confused.

"Well Sam. Your kinda a who're. Screwing around on your husband and like that. Please don't call me anymore. I want nothing more to do with you." Tara said hanging up the phone.

I was devastated. I cried myself to sleep after that. The next several weeks where a haze.
I tried to get ahold Mike, Josh or Andy. None would have anything to do with me. It was like I never existed to any of them.
The divorce came and went. I get very little out of it. Mainly I didn't have the money to fight back. So you know how that went. My exhusband never asked for a reason or explanation. He just quit talking to me. I tried several times to call him and ask for forgiveness. But, it was like I never existed to him.

It was six months later when my now exhusband came into the restaurant I was working at. I seen him before he could see me.
I could see he had a date with him. But, I could see who till they where seated.

My blood boiled. I waited and waited till the who're got up and I followed her to the bathroom.

"You no good fucking bitch." Growled at her.
"Oh. Hi sam." Tara smiled at me.
"You lousy fucking cunt. You set me up." I growled again.
"I did no shut thing. I never made you do anything you didn't want to." Tara smiled at me.
"You called him that night. Didn't you." I almost screamed.
"No you did. Remember. Think about it." Tara grinned.

I stopped and looked at her confused. I only made one call that night to Tom. He picked up the phone. But, never said a word.

"Maybe you should keep track off whose number your calling." Tara smiled then walked out.

I just stood there confused thinking about what Tara had said.

Slowly I pulled my phone out and scrolled to Tom's phone number and hit display.

"You fucking bitch." I said under my breath as I looked at my now exhusbands phone number.