It was about three hours after we met. You were dating my husband's friend, and we walked home from the bar giggling. I kissed you on the sidewalk before we even got home. By the time we got in the house, it was a frenzy to get our clothes off. The guys watched us play in our underwear for a while. They watched you bury your face in my tits and move my panties to the side. They watched my eyes roll back as you slipped your hand under my thong and fingered me.

And then they really couldn't take it anymore, so we all went to the guest room and stripped naked. We layed next to each other on the bed and made out while my husband ate me out and your boyfriend ate you out, and you turned it into a power struggle. You wanted to establish a hierarchy. I fought you for a while, but you clearly had more experience in getting women to submit than I did, because you twisted my nipples and bit my neck until I was whimpering. I didn't have what it took to dominate you. My instincts told me to give in, to become a toy for the pleasure of others. You called me a good girl and told my husband to fuck me.

You held my throat and bit my tits while he railed me. You took your own boyfriend's cock while you dominated me.

And when your pussy was finally full of cum, you told me to lick it out. I happily obeyed.

But yeah- your new, super religious husband seems great. Hope your Bible study is going well.