A Mistake Continues To Cost Me

A wife’s relationship is discovered and propels her into a world of abuse

After almost two hours of abuse, Sylvia arose from the dirty bed in a sleazy hotel on the outskirts of town. The three men in the room looked exhausted, their cocks limp and worn out.

As Sylvia stood, her pussy lips hung over an inch down. Her asshole was gaped open and leaked cum. She coughed a small cough and a glob of cum dropped from her pussy onto the filthy floor. She looked down, seeing two large hickeys on her left breast and one smaller one on her right breast. Her pussy was red and raw from endless use and from being slapped by all three men. Her ass stung after one of the men had taken a belt to her, savagely beating her while she rode a second man.

Sylvia was shocked her screams had not caught the attention of other motel guests. But in a fleabag place like this, a woman screaming did not bring attention. Hell, the curtains had been left open with numerous people walking by as she was fucked.

All of this took place due to several text messages and a few pictures of Sylvia in her bra and panties. Four months ago, she had started texting a coworker harmless at first but them becoming intimate. The texts were flirty, fun, ultimately ending with Sylvia sending three pictures of her laying on the bed in her bra and panties. It never went beyond texts, not even a kiss.

Then her husband found the texts. There were fights, him calling her a whore and her coworker’s wife being sent screenshots of the texts. Sylvia’s life was coming apart as the state where she lived had at fault divorces, a legal process where she would lose everything including custody of her two teenage sons. She was stuck and when she lost her job due to the texts, she offered her husband anything to work their marriage out. She in no way believed “working it out” would end with her being a whore.

It started innocent at first. Sylvia’s husband ordered her to dress sexier when they went out. Then he had her not wear a bra, even when going to the grocery store. At home, she was allowed only to wear panties and be topless. Things escalated to where Sylvia was topless when her husband’s friends were over to watch a football game.

On one Saturday, her husband’s coworker was over to pick up some tools. Her husband ordered Sylvia to suck him off. She refused and he slapped her, warning her what a divorce would mean in her life. Crying, she unzipped the friend’s pants, taking his cock in her mouth. The friend face fucked her, cumming in her mouth and watching her swallow his huge load. Her husband then walked over, took out his cock and masturbated all over her face.

Two weeks later, Sylvia was driven to the dive motel. When she walked in, the same friend was sitting on a bed, naked and with his cock already hard. Two other men, both whom she had never seen, sat in chairs in the slimy room. Her husband ordered Sylvia to strip, taking her clothes and telling the men he would return in two hours to pick her up. He also told the men they were allowed to do anything to the “slut”.

For the next 90 minutes, Sylvia sucked cock, was fucked in the pussy and ass, slapped and spanked with a belt and hands, double fucked in both her pussy and ass at the same time and used like a slut. She cried so hard during the time she ran out of tears. Her ass was ripped and bleeding and her pussy was swollen. Cum was in her hair and running down her legs.

Just prior to the two hours, a knock came on the motel door. One of the men opened it and there stood Sylvia’s husband. He strolled into the room with only a pair of sweat pants and a tshirt in his hand.

“Was she good,” he asked to nobody in particular in the room?

“She is a slut,” said one of the men. “Again with her in a couple weeks?”

"Sure," said her husband, "bring a friend."