JOANNE'S FALL PT. 17 - FALLOUT

Time has stopped. Joanne could feel her heart beating out of her chest and her stomach churn. It was like an outer body experience. As though it wasn't real.

"Joanne?" A voice asked, although it felt far away.

Joanne was breathing slowly, her vision was blurry.

"Are you going to say anything?" The voice said again.

Joanne blinked and her vision returned to normal.

This is happening, she thought, it's real.

"For god sake Joanne!" Freddy's voice shouted, "how can you explain this?!"

Joanne looked back down at the table with the many, many photos of her in incriminating positions.

"Freddy," She managed to whisper our, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?!" He shouted, "You've been cheating on me! And by the look of it you did it a lot! I mean for christ sake! You have tattoos I never knew about?! And the hair, the lips!"

What does he know? How much does he know?

Joanne looked back at her husband, he looked angry, but also sad.

"Please, explain this to me." He whispered as a tear ran down his face.

After everything I've been through, everything I've done to stop Jason, Claire and even Neill from exposing me to Freddy. He found out on his own.

"I... I don't know where to begin." Joanne whispered.

"How about when you first started to cheat on me and decided to destroy our marriage?" Freddy shot back at her.

He knows already, there's no point hiding anymore.

Joanne's legs felt like they were going to give way and she sat down on the sofa. Her breathing became erratic and she was gasping for air.

"I didn't want to." Joanne gasped out, "Freddy I... I..." she panted over and over.

"Joanne?" He asked with a concerned voice.

Suddenly, Joanne ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Over and over she vomited.

I can't believe it, it's over!

When she returned to the living room and sat down she was still panting for air. To her surprise, Freddy handed her over a glass of water.

"Here, take this." He said.

Joanne took a sip and put it down.

"Thank you," She whispered "when, when did you hire that man?"

Freddy looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

"I've thought something has been going on for a while, all the changes. Then when I called and you said you were at work, I knew you were lying. I thought maybe you were having an affair, but I never expected this."

"I'm so sorry Freddy." Joanne whispered.

"Just, explain it to me. Please, I need to understand." Freddy asked her calmly.

"Okay," Joanne said, she sat up and looked at her heartbroken husband, "it started around 6, maybe 7 months ago."

"What?!" Freddy replied in pure shock, "for half a year you've been doing this behind my back?!"

"I didn't want to Freddy," Joanne tried to defend herself, "you have to believe me!"

"These photo's say otherwise!" Freddy argued back.

"I... I'll tell you everything, okay?" Joanne said, she hoped that if she could explain what happened there might be a slight chance of Freddy staying with her.

"For the last few years, I've been going onto online chat rooms to have dirty chats with men." Joanne admitted.

"What?" Freddy asked and Joanne could see the shock on his face.

That's nothing, she thought.

"We never have sex Freddy, you barely even looked at me. I just wanted to feel good about myself and that did it." Joanne tried to argue.

"So that justifies you cheating on me? That makes it okay?" Freddy argued.

"No," Joanne admitted, "I'm sorry."

"Just, keep going." Freddy told her.

"Eventually, I accidentally sent a photo to one man that had my face in. He recognised me and threatened to show you what I had been doing. I didn't have a choice, I didn't want you to know. That's how it started." Joanne said.

"So, he blackmailed you? Who was it?" Freddy asked.

"It was.... Jason and Claire." Joanne stuttered out.

"Your assistant?! Both of them?!" Freddy said, it was obviously hard for him to get his head around it.

"They're evil Freddy, the things they've made me do! I did it to stop them telling you, to save our marriage!" Joanne tried to justify.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Freddy asked.

"I couldn't," Joanne said, "It went too far too fast, they quickly had so much dirt on me that I knew I couldn't explain. I just hoped that if I went along with it then they would eventually let me go."

"And have they?" Freddy asked.

"No," Joanne admitted. It was strange, she was still shaking and afraid, but finally admitted everything to Freddy felt like a giant weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, "they are still using it against me."

"Wait," Freddy said and looked up, "when they came over for dinner, they were blackmailing you?"

"Yes." Joanne whispered back.

"And the tattoos? I mean, you're covered in them!" Freddy said.

"They've made me, you know I never liked tattoos." She said.

"I just, I can't believe it." Freddy said.

"I know," Joanne replied, "it's a lot. I've been living in hell for so long."

"But these photos, they're not all with Jason and Claire?" Freddy asked.

"Freddy, are you sure you want to know everything?" Joanne asked, she knew the more he knew, the worse she sounded.

"I need to know everything." He said firmly.

"Okay," Joanne replied and took a deep breath, "they've made me do... things, with other people. It was against my will, they've tied me up, forced me to have sex with men and women."

"These photo's don't look forced." Freddy said.

"I... I know." Joanne said.

What can I say? That I enjoyed being forced and taken like a slut and that I actually came nearly every time.

"How many?" Freddy asked, "how many people have you been with?"

Joanne hated that question, she hated her answer even more.

"I don't know." She said bluntly.

"Jesus Christ Joanne!" Freddy shouted, "You tell me it's forced, that you were blackmailed, but you look pretty dam happy in these!"

"Freddy I..." Joanne went to speak but Freddy interrupted her.

"And what about this?" He asked and held up a recording device.

He hit play, there was no video, just sound.

"You like being a whore?" A male voice asked and Joanne recognised it as the private investigator that Freddy paid for, the one she had sex with.

"Mmm yeah baby, I love taking cock after cock like the slut I am." Joanne's voice moaned back.

Joanne felt tears start to well in her eyes, there was no denying the pleasure in her voice. She did enjoy it, she just hated herself for it.

"The blackmail," Freddy said, "I can almost understand, I hate it and you should've just told me, but that makes sense," Freddy looked at the ground and then back up to Joanne, "but can you tell me, of all the sex you've had, you didn't enjoy it? That there wasn't a single time that you were a willing participant?"

Joanne knew the truth.

"No," She admitted, "there were times that I enjoyed it, times that didn't have to happen, but I let it and wanted to."

Joanne knew it was over, she saw no point in lying even more to Freddy.

When she said that Freddy started to cry properly, he was trying to fight it, but he couldn't.

"I'm so sorry Freddy," she told him, "it just kept getting worse and worse and I didn't know how to get out."

Freddy's hands were shaking and he refused to look at Joanne.

"I just, I thought I could fix things. I didn't want to lose you." Joanne pleaded with him.

"I can't get past this Joanne," He said whilst looking at the floor, "how could I ever trust you again? You've hidden this huge secret for so long, you've been living a double life."

"I know." Joanne cried back.

"I won't tell Tom," Freddy said, "he doesn't need to know any of this."

Joanne looked at him, if only he knew what happened between me and Tom, that is one secret he can never know.

"I don't want to hurt your relationship with him," Freddy continued, "but us, we can't carry on after this."

His voice was soft, he wasn't trying to hurt Joanne, which just made it worse for her. Joanne burst into tears and nodded, she knew she had nothing to answer back with. She just wanted to try and do anything to make up for what she had done.

"I'll move out." She told him.

"You don't have to." Freddy said.

Even after all this, he's still trying to be nice. I can't put him through anymore.

"No, it's okay. I'll sort out somewhere to stay." She told him.

Freddy wiped away a few tears and then stood up. Without saying anything he left the house and Joanne was alone.

She just sobbed on the chair for a while. Until she knew she had to pack up her stuff.

A few hours later she had done it. She didn't take everything, all of her clothes wouldn't fit into one suitcase. She then booked herself into a hotel, it would have to do until she could sort something else out.

Leaving her house, Joanne couldn't believe that it had all gone just like that. Everything she had done to stop that happening, it was all for nothing.

She drove to the hotel, had a cigarette before going to her room and then lay on the bed for hours, crying.

Joanne didn't move until the sun came up the next day.

It was around 9am when her phone started to ring and she saw it was Tom.

Oh god, here we go.

"Hi." Joanne said as she answered the phone.

"Mum, what the hell is going on?" Tom said in a panicking voice, "Dads just told me you two have broken up?!"

"Tom, it's a long story." Joanne told him, she didn't know what Freddy said to him.

"I don't understand, you said you two were fine?" Tom asked.

"I know what I said," Joanne told him, "but things change, people change."

"This doesn't make sense." Tom argued.

Joanne spoke to her son for twenty minutes, trying to calm him down. Eventually it worked.

"I just want you both to be happy." Tom told her.

"Thank you," Joanne said as she cried a little more, "I love you."

"I love you too, mum." Tom said.

When Joanne put the phone down she saw that Jason had texted her.

Jason: Whore, get your fat arse here now!

I guess I might as well tell them, finally, it's over.

Joanne had another cigarette and drove to Jason and Claire's apartment. When she walked in she saw Michelle completely naked and on her hands and knees with a collar and leash.

"About fucking time." Claire shouted out.

"There's something I need to tell you." Joanne stuttered out.

"Oh, that sounds serious." Jason said with a laugh and sat down next to Claire.

"Freddy, he's found out." Joanne admitted.

Claire and Jason were clearly shocked. Joanne spent a while explaining to them what happened. Michelle remained silent, but Joanne could see a few tears in her eyes as she told the story.

"Wow," Claire said and sat back, "Well check out Freddy being so smart."

"Yeah, that's true, I assumed when he found out he would be so much of a bitch that he would just stay with you." Jason laughed.

They're both horrible people.

"Anyway, get on your knees slut, I need my cock sucked." Jason ordered.

What? Joanne thought.

"But, Freddy knows, my marriage is over." Joanne said to them.

"Yeah, and what?" Claire asked.

"Well, there's nothing you can blackmail me with. I don't have to do anything you tell me to anymore." Joanne said, she actually felt happy when she said that.

"Well," Claire said and stood up, "that's not entirely true."

Oh no, what is she talking about?

Joanne started to panic as Claire pulled out her phone and walked over to her.

"Have a look at this," Claire said, "but don't have any funny ideas, we have a lot of copies."

When Joanne grabbed the phone her heart sank.

It was the video Neill had of her.

Joanne was on her hands and knees, completely naked, her son Tom was on a sofa in front of her with just a blindfold over his eyes as Joanne sucked his dick.

"H-how?" Joanne asked as her world came crashing down.

"We got the guys to send it to us before they dealt with Neill." Jason laughed out.

When Dwayne took Neill's phone, he did something on it before telling me he deleted the evidence. He must've sent it to these.

Joanne not only felt crushed over the fact that she wasn't as free as she thought she was, but also heartbroken over the betrayal of Dwayne, I thought he actually cared about me.

"So," Claire said and took the phone back, "unless you want your son to find out he fucked his mum and got a blowjob off her, you still belong to us."

No, Tom is all I have left.

"Please, just let me go." Joanne whispered and sobbed.

"Sorry slut, that ain't happening." Jason laughed.

"But," Claire continued, "we aren't evil, we know this is a lot that you're dealing with. So, why don't you have a week... no, let's say two weeks off. To get used to single life again."

Single life, what a miserable life.

"Don't look so sad," Jason said, "now we don't have to hide it from Freddy we can do so much more."

"Yeah," Claire said, "this is where the real fun begins."

Joanne felt like she was going to pass out. The one glimmer of hope from Freddy finding out was that she would be free, but that was snatched away from her.

Jason and Claire let Joanne go back to her hotel without forcing her to do anything. As she sat there, on her own, window open as she smoked out of it she wondered what was going to happen.

I guess I am single again, not by choice, but there's nothing I can do about it. I just can't believe Dwayne did that to me, after everything, to betray me like that.

For two days Joanne barely left the hotel room, then on the third she forced herself to get changed and go to the gym. She thought that doing some exercise would help clear her head.

She wore tight leggings and a semi baggy gym top, but any gym top she wore were tight around her big tits.

She got onto the treadmill and started to run. Joanne couldn't believe how much her fitness had improved since she was forced to diet and exercise.

As she ran and her tits bounced up and down, even with a sports bra on they were hard to control, a young, black man in the gym uniform walked over to her.

"Hi, I'm Ryan," he said with a huge smile, "I'm the new personal trainer here, just wanted to introduce myself."

He was an attractive young man, he had short black hair and a shaved face that showed off his jaw line. He must've been around 6 feet tall and the gym uniform made his muscles look huge.

"Hi," Joanne panted back to him as she slowed down to a fast walk, "I'm Joanne."

"Lovely to meet you," he said, then Joanne caught him glimpsing down at her heavy chest, "have you ever thought of having private training sessions?"

"I can't say I've given it much thought." Joanne admitted.

"Not that you need it," he said with a smirk, is he flirting with me? I'm old enough to be his mum, "but if you ever do, here's my card."

Ryan left his card on the treadmill and then walked away, Joanne couldn't help but check out his firm arse as he walked.

He definitely checked me out then, Joanne thought.

For a moment, she had a slight feeling that she might be okay. Maybe she could get over the break up with Freddy.

After spending two hours in the gym Joanne headed back to the hotel. She was shocked, but also annoyed when she saw someone she didn't expect to see again.

"Jo, hey! They said I'd find you here." Dwayne said with a big smile.

"What do you want?" Joanne asked him bluntly.

"I called Jason earlier and he told me what happened," Dwayne said, "I'm sorry to hear about your marriage."

He's sorry to hear about my marriage? Me and him pretty much had an affair.

"Why are you here Dwayne?" Joanne asked him, he was stood in front of the door so she couldn't get in.

"Oh right, for this." He said and handed a brown envelope to Joanne.

With a confused face, she looked inside and saw wads of cash.

"What is this for?" She whispered and looked around to make sure no one could see.

"Ray, he said you have to make some money for what you did last week." Dwayne told her.

Make money by being forced to be a prostitute?!

"I don't want it," she shot out, "take it back."

"I can't," Dwayne said and stepped out of the way, "Ray said that you have to have made some money, so we know we can trust you. If you don't, then he is worried one day you will turn to the police."

So this is to incriminate me with the gang, to prove I've made a profit?

"How much is in here?" Joanne asked.

"£1,000," Dwayne said and shocked Joanne, "It was only going to be £400 but Ray thought you deserved more for the gang bang on your first night."

Joanne couldn't believe it.

"What am I supposed to do with £1,000 of illegal money?" Joanne asked him.

"Spend it, I dunno," Dwayne told her, "we have small business's we pump money through to clean it."

Fucking hell, I'm like a criminal now then am I?

As Joanne looked at the money, then back at Dwayne, she started to get more annoyed.

"I know you sent the video from Neill's phone to Jason and Claire." She spat out.

Dwayne's smile left his face and he looked just as upset, "Oh." Is all he replied.

"How could you do that to me?" Joanne asked.

"I didn't want to," Dwayne tried to argue, "it was Ray, he made the deal with Jason and that was part of it."

"You still did it." Joanne argued back.

"I know," Dwayne said softly, "and I'm sorry about it, all I can say is it was before anything properly happened between me and you."

"What do you want Dwayne?" Joanne asked him in a huff.

"I, I wanted to see you," Dwayne admitted, "I thought since you and your husband have ended..."

Joanne then cut him off.

"That what? I'd run back to you and be your whore again after you betrayed me?!" She said.

"I don't know," Dwayne said, for a thug he seemed sheepish at that moment, "I'm sorry Jo."

"Well, don't be." Joanne said and went to her hotel room and slammed the door.

Fucking prick, thinks he can do that do me, play with my emotions and I'd just go running back?!

She lit a cigarette and started to smoke out of the window as she weighed up her options.

What can I do with this money? I can't spend it, that's too risky. What if I somehow got caught?

Eventually, Joanne waited until it was 9pm and she drove to her company offices. Being that late there was no one in.

She looked around for a minute, it felt like it had been so long since she had been there. A life time ago since she was the proper boss.

Going into her own office she loaded up the computer. She faked an invoice from a made up client for the amount of £1,000. The next day she would take the cash and transfer it into her company. It was illegal, but Joanne didn't know how else to make the money, not illegal.

After that she headed home and fell asleep.

The next day she went to the gym again, exercise really seemed to help control her mix bag of emotions.

What helped as well, was that Ryan checked her out on more than one occasion as she was there. One time, she bent over to pick up a weight and when she turned around he was very obviously staring at her arse.

He quickly walked off but Joanne laughed a little.

The next day, as Ryan was cleaning a machine Joanne walked up to him.

"Hey, how're you finding working here?" She asked.

When he looked up at Joanne he smiled with his beautifully white teeth.

"Yeah great, still trying to get a few more private clients," He told her, "have you thought about it?"

Joanne smiled and looked into his brown eyes.

"I could do with some, one on one time, I suppose." She said seductively.

If I have to be single, I might as well make the best of it.

"Great," Ryan replied, "how does tomorrow afternoon sound?"

"Perfect, say 7pm?" Joanne recommended, "I prefer coming when there isn't many people here."

"Great, I'll see you then." Ryan said and went back to cleaning machines.

When Joanne got back home she found herself quiet hot and bothered. It was a strange mix of emotions for her. Part of her still felt some guilt, as if she was still cheating on Freddy, me and Freddy are over, there's nothing can that change that.

She also felt exciting about flirting with another man, which just added to her guilt, like she shouldn't be happy yet.

When she went to the gym the next night she wore short gym shorts that were very tight around her increasingly toned legs and arse. She also wore a tight gym top that really emphasised her chest.

"Hey, ready?" Ryan said as Joanne walked over to him.

"Oh yeah, definitely." She said with a smile.

He really is a good looking guy.

"Follow me." He said.

Ryan guided Joanne to a private work out room. At first he just showed Joanne a little warm up. Then, when he started to show Joanne some new exercises he started to get a little feely.

Joanne would ask him to help her get into the right position, oh god, I love having his hands on me.

Ryan would hold her hips and move her, or lift up her arms.

The room was surrounded in mirrors and Joanne looked at her white skin and blonde hair next to his dark, black skin.

Eventually, Joanne couldn't take it.

I want this, and I think he does too.

"I think that is everything." Ryan said as their hour came to an end.

Joanne put the weights down and turned to the beautiful, black man.

"How old are you?" She asked.

"25, why?" He replied.

"Perfect." Joanne said.

She took a step closer and reached for his crotch. She instantly felt his semi hard cock and looked into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked, but didn't move Joanne's hand.

"I know you want to as well." Joanne whispered to him.

Trying to use her confidence, Joanne reached into his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his cock that grew in her hand.

"Not here," He said and pulled her hand out, "follow me."

"Gladly." Joanne said.

He followed her through the empty gym and watched as he unlocked the storage room. There was only a dim light in there and when he shut the door behind them it was nearly completely black.

Joanne grabbed Ryan and pulled him in the kiss her.

Her thick, fake lips pressed against his soft, black lips and she instantly pushed her tongue into his mouth.

"Mmmm." Joanne moaned.

Ryan pushed her a little back so she was up against the wall as they made out.

It felt so different to before, without the guilt of cheating over her head. Joanne could just be free.

Ryan's hands reached up and squeezed Joanne's big tits above her gym top. Then she reached into his shorts again and grabbed onto his now fully hard cock. He felt big, not the biggest she's been with, but still big.

"Fuck," Joanne panted in his mouth, "I need this cock in my mouth."

"You're amazing." Ryan panted and laughed.

Joanne gave him another kiss and then sunk down onto her knees. She grabbed his shorts and pulled them down. With the room being so dark and his skin so black she could just about see his cock.

In an instant, she leant forward and wrapped her thick lips around it.

"Oh god yes," Ryan moaned, "I've wanted to feel those thick lips around my cock since I first saw you."

"Mmmmm." Joanne moaned around his beautiful, black dick.

This feels so good!

Joanne bobbed hungrily up and down his big, black cock. She used every skill she had gained and took him entirely down her throat. Spreading her spit around his shaft with her tongue.

After a few minutes Joanne couldn't take it, I need this in me!

She stood up and grabbed onto his spit covered cock.

"You need to fuck me, now." She told him.

"Fine by me." He said with a smile.

He roughly grabbed Joanne's shoulders and span her around. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back a little so she was slightly bent over and leaning against the wall.

Ryan pulled her shorts down and then kicked her feet apart.

Fuck yes, I love it!

She felt Ryan rub his cock up and down her soaked pussy.

"Are you pierced down there?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, two loops on my lips." Joanne moaned, "Now shove it in me!"

Ryan's cock slowly slipped into her drenched hole which wrapped around his shaft. He pushed slowly, inch by inch into her cunt that swallowed it whole.

"Yeeess!" Joanne moaned when she felt him go balls deep inside of her.

"Fucking hell, you're so wet!" Ryan moaned.

He grabbed onto her hips and started to fuck her hard against the wall. His waist slapped against her arse and echoed around the dark room.

"Fuck yes!" Joanne moaned, "fuck me with your big, black cock!"

Ryan reached over and grabbed Joanne's big tits from outside of her top. It was a little too tight for him to get his hand under, but it had to do.

Joanne then found herself bouncing back onto his dick, wanting it deeper and harder.

"Fuck, yes, fuck my little cunt!" Joanne moaned.

"Fucking hell!" Ryan moaned back.

I bet he didn't expect me to be this much of a slut!

"Yes... yes... fuck me." Joanne kept moaning.

He felt deep inside of her, but since she wasn't properly bent over it wasn't deep enough for Joanne.

"Wait," she panted and pulled away from him, she looked around and saw a table on one side, "fuck me on that."

She moved over and jumped onto it, looking at Ryan she spread her legs and showed her drenched pussy.

Ryan quickly came over and grabbed her legs, Joanne leant back onto her hands and lifted her legs into the air.

"Fuuuck yes!" Joanne moaned when Ryan shoved his cock back into her.

She stared at his beautiful face as he fucked her cunt, her legs flopping around in the air. His cock was firing in and out of her well soaked pussy.

"You're so fucking hot!" Ryan panted out.

"Mmm fuck!" Joanne moaned back.

She reached down and rubbed her throbbing clit as this beautiful black man fucked her.

"Yes... yes.... Yes..." She moaned over and over as her orgasm grew.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum soon!" Ryan moaned.

"Cum in me!" Joanne moaned. After getting cummed in so much she assumed by that point that she couldn't get pregnant.

She rubbed her clit faster and faster, her legs started to twitch and shake as her orgasm burst through her.

"Fuuuuucckk meeeeee!!!" Joanne moaned out.

"Urgghh yees!" Ryan grunted and she felt his cock fire deep inside of her.

Joanne's cunt clenched around Ryan's pulsating cock that filled her up, both of them moaning and cumming in unison.

"Oh god," Joanne panted, "that was so good."

"Fucking hell, you can say that again." Ryan said back.

When he pulled out of her, Joanne's legs flopped down and she felt cum leak out of her.

Joanne took a few minutes to catch her breath as she smiled at Ryan.

"Can you pass me my shorts please?" Joanne asked.

"Yeah, sure." He said and handed them over to her.

Joanne pulled them up and felt more cum leak out of her.

"So," Joanne said with a smile, "you're not going to charge me for an extra hour of personal training?" She laughed.

"Haha, I think I can let you off for this one." Ryan joked back.

He gave Joanne another kiss before they left the storage room.

Joanne got into her car and started to drive back to the hotel, actually having a smile.

Maybe I'm going to be okay. Sure, my marriage is over, but it had been on the rocks for a long time. I can get through this. I just need to embrace... Jo. No more weak and pathetic Joanne.

When she got back to the hotel she had another cigarette and lay down. She actually had a sense of freedom. Sure, she was still getting blackmailed with information that could go to her son, but he lived hours away. At least her day to day life was going to be simpler.

Then, as she lit up one last cigarette for the night a text message came through her phone.

Tom: Hey mum, sorry I didn't message earlier I've had a hectic day! Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I'll try and get over some time to see you and we can go out for a meal. Love you x

My birthday? With everything going on she had completely forgotten. Jo put out her cigarette and texted her son back to say thank you. Then, went to sleep, alone.

The next day she went back to the gym, but it was a lot busier and Ryan couldn't risk having sex again as he didn't want to get fired.

Once she had finished, she made the decision to go into work. It had been a while and she thought it would be a nice distraction.

To say there were some shocked faces at her blonde hair and thick lips would be playing it down. However, Jo settled at her desk and cracked on with work. Three people had handed their notices in since Jo last went into the office.

She wasn't too surprised, her employee Sarah had warned her this could happen. Luckily Jo knew that the company could carry on without those three.

The £1,000 she had illegally put through the company seemed to have gone unnoticed which put her mind at ease.

That afternoon she had another call from Tom, he was just checking in to make sure she was getting on okay, which Jo said she was.

Fuck it, Jo thought as she sat back at her desk, it's my company, I can do what I want.

She opened the window and started to smoke out of it.

Maybe this is always who I was meant to be, I'm a slut. My best skill is pleasing other people sexually, male or female. And I love it, why am I fighting it, it's not like I have a marriage to lose anymore. I'm a filthy, dirty whore, but that's okay.

Jo even spent some of her money on new sex toys and arranged for her to rent an apartment, although she couldn't move in for another couple of weeks.

Eventually, it got the point where she only had three days left of her free time, the time Jason and Claire gave her to settle in her new life.

Then, as she sat at her desk, the phone rang.

Claire? What does she want?

"Hi, Mistress." Jo answered.

"Hello slut, good to see you've got your manners back." Claire said.

"I know." Jo replied, for a second she had doubt in her head again, have I accepted this life too easily?

"Well," Claire continued, "I was just calling to check in, make sure you're getting on okay."

"Really?" Jo asked, finding the nice sentiment very strange.

"Yeah, you're my slave, I want to make sure you're not doing anything stupid." Claire said.

"I'm okay Mistress, thank you." Jo replied.

"Good." Claire said back with a little gasp.

"Is everything okay?" Jo asked her.

"Yeah, just got the black slave servicing my pussy as we speak." Claire said with a little moan.

"Oh right, should I leave you to it, Mistress?" Jo asked.

"Where are you now?" Claire suddenly asked back.

"I've gone into work, thought it would be good to catch up on a few things." Jo told her.

"Oh," Claire said with a slight laugh, "check in between the cushions on your sofa."

What? Jo stood up and walked to her sofa. It had thick cushions on that went far down in the cracks.

As she reached in, she felt something, how long has this been here?

Pulling it out, Jo held in her hands a thick dildo.

"Find it?" Claire said on the phone.

"Erm, yes, I didn't know this was here." Jo told her.

"Oh that's been there for ages," Claire said with a little moan, "now, put it in you."

"I..." Jo hesitated, "I thought you were giving me time off?"

"Do no question me slut!" Claire shot back, "Now get that dildo deep in your pussy."

Jo recognised the dildo, it was the same one that Jason got delivered to her all the way back when it started. The one that Claire fucked her with when she first started to blackmail Jo.

Annoyingly, Jo was wearing work trousers. It would've been easier if she was in a skirt, but this wasn't planned.

"I'm only just getting back into work Mistress, please can I do this another time?" Jo asked.

"Right, that's one punishment." Claire said and a chill of fear went down Jo's spine.

"Sorry, Mistress. I'll do it now." Jo replied.

Jo sat at her desk and pulled her trousers all the way down to her ankles. Thankfully the desk completely covered her legs so even if someone did walk in they wouldn't see anything.

She spat on the head of the dildo and spread it around her smooth pussy.

"Is it in yet slut?!" Claire shouted down the phone.

Jo then started to slide it inside of her, she hadn't warmed up and she wasn't very wet so it felt like her pussy was stretching around the dildo.

"Yeees Mistress." Jo grunted out.

She pushed the dildo inch by inch inside of her until her pussy felt filled.

"It's all the way in." She panted out.

"Good girl," Claire moaned, "Remember when I first fucked you with that dildo."

"I was just thinking that Mistress." Jo said back.

"You loved it didn't you, you fucking slut!" Claire moaned.

Michelle must really be pleasing her pussy.

"It was unexpected at the time." Jo admitted.

She just held the pussy fully inside of her, ever so slowly, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

"Now fuck yourself with it you pathetic whore!" Claire ordered.

Jo leant back on her chair, spread her legs wider and started to force the dildo in and out of her. She couldn't help but feel pleasure and had to bite her lip to stop from moaning.

It only took a couple of minutes for her pussy to be drenched and the dildo was easily going in and out of her.

"Imagine I'm there fucking you!" Claire moaned.

"Yeees Mistress." Jo moaned back.

She knew her staff, that already lost respect for her, were just outside, but she was getting lost in the pleasure.

Oh fuck, that feels good!

"Look at you now," Claire moaned, "the once high and mighty Joanne Hardy, now you're a single, pathetic slut that's been a prostitute!"

Each word cut Jo deep but for some sick reason it turned her on more.

"How does it feel?" Claire continued, "Knowing that you're nothing but a sex toy for anyone to use, well except for your husband... sorry, ex-husband!"

"Fuuuck!" Jo moaned louder.

"Are you gonna cum you pathetic whore?!" Claire moaned.

"Yeess!" Jo almost shouted back.

"Stop right now!" Claire then shouted.

"Whaat?" Jo moaned back in disappointment.

"Take the dildo out of your cunt, you don't get to cum!" Claire ordered.

For fuck sake! Jo moaned in her head and pulled the sopping wet dildo out.

"That's for talking back so much, but don't forget, you've got another punishment." Claire told her.

"Yes, Mistress." Jo replied as she was still panting.

"Good, bye slut." Claire said and hung up the phone.

What is wrong with me? Jo thought as she sat there, her trousers still by her ankles, Why do I get off whilst getting treated like that, what is wrong in my head that I enjoy it?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Jo didn't have time to pull her trousers up before the door opened. Luckily she had the dildo under the desk as well.

"Joanne, do you have a minute?" It was Sarah.

"Yes, come in." Jo replied, she felt flustered and worried that Sarah would be able to smell her pussy.

"Thanks." Sarah replied, she pulled a little funny face when she entered, but didn't say anything about it.

"How can I help?" Jo asked and Sarah sat down.

"I'm even more concerned," Sarah told her, "after our last chat, I thought things would've changed. That you would've seen what is happening here, but everything is the same."

"Oh." Jo replied back, Sarah was right and Jo didn't have an argument.

"I mean, you've barely been in except the last couple of days. And, not to be rude, but your appearance has changed a lot. It's very different from the usual professional look you had. And, it stinks of cigarette's in here." Sarah complained.

"I understand," Jo said and tried to diffuse the situation, "I've had a lot going on recently."

"Like what?" Sarah asked, "anything I can help with?"

Jo liked and trusted Sarah, but she knew that would only get her so far.

"Me and Freddy, we've separated." Jo told her, attempting to use their marriage ending as an excuse.

"I'm really sorry to hear that Joanne," Sarah said kindly, "I hope you're okay, but, the company can't be affected by that. I need to know that we are safe here. People are already leaving."

"I know," Jo said and felt a bit worried about her company, "I'll get everything sorted, trust me."

"I do," Sarah said and stood up, "I just hope you're right."

As Sarah left the office Jo gave out a big sigh, thanking god that she didn't notice that her trousers were by her ankles.

Jo quickly pulled them up and carried on working, which proved difficult after getting so close to cumming but having to stop.

Even after Sarah's comments, Jo carried on smoking in her office.

As a couple more days went on, Jo was surprised with how easily the £1,000 she illegally put into the company went unnoticed. She eventually forgot about it.

Occasionally, when she was in her hotel room alone at night she would look at her phone and consider calling Dwayne.

He betrayed me, but, he was the only person that really cared about me. As tempted as she was to call him, she couldn't bring herself to actually do it.

With one day left of freedom, Jo went to the gym and saw Ryan again. He was only working a half day, so once he finished they both got into Jo's car and drove down an empty alley way.

About ten minutes in, Jo was riding Ryan's big, black cock as she passionately made out with him.

"Fucking hell, I can't believe how wild you are." He said as he grabbed her arse and bounced her up and down.

Doing it like that reminded Jo of all the people she had sex with in cars whilst working as a prostitute.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it." Jo moaned as she rode him faster and faster.

Eventually he came inside of her as Jo came around his dick. Then, he spotted something he hadn't seen yet.

"Erm, Jo," He asked as she drove to take him home, "is that a wedding ring? Are you married?"

Oh fuck!

"Oh right, erm, no," Jo replied nervously, "we've recently separated, I just haven't taken it off yet."

"Oh okay," he said with a sigh, "I was worried you were cheating on him with me for a second."

Ryan laughed at the thought but Jo just felt terrible.

The more free she felt not having to hide a secret life to her husband, the more she missed him and wanted her old life back.

I can't have that again, ever.

She dropped Ryan off and said goodbye before going to her office. The company income had taken a hit since she had been distracted, but it wasn't anything too serious to worry about.

As she walked through the office, her remaining staff barely even looked at her. She spent the day working as hard as possible and didn't get back to her hotel until 9pm.

The next day.

Jo woke up, had a cigarette and then some breakfast.

Then, her phone vibrated with a text.

Jason: Good morning you single slut, get over here. Now.

I guess my freedom is over.

Jo got dressed and drove over to Jason and Claire's. They let her into the building and she went to the apartment.

As she walked in, Claire and Jason were on the sofa smiling at her.

Where's Michelle? She thought, as the young black woman wasn't to be seen.

"I hope you're doing alright?" Jason asked.

"I'm, okay. Master." Jo replied.

"Good, get your fat arse over here then and suck my cock." Jason ordered.

Jo gave off a sigh, she had no way to argue, to fight back. She had tried that and it just led to her being tied up and fucked, she had no fight left in her.

So, she got onto her knees and crawled in between Jason's legs. Reaching up she undid his jeans and pulled them down to unleash his semi hard cock.

Without needing any more instructions, Jo leant forward and took his black cock into her mouth.

"Good girl." Jason moaned.

As Jo felt his cock harder in between her lips, she bobbed up and down. He thick lips moved around his cock as she swirled her tongue around him.

"Look at it go." Claire said with a laugh.

"Yeah, she is great at sucking dick to be fair." Jason moaned.

"I mean, she's only good for fucking now, not much else." Claire laughed.

Jo tried to ignore them as she kept sucking Jason's cock. Each word upset her, but turned her on as well.

For a few minute she sucked his cock and spread her spit around with her tongue.

"Right, come ride me whore." Jason ordered.

"Yes, Master." Jo replied.

She stood up and completely undressed in front of her young owners. She wasn't self conscious about her body. Sure, she thought she could tone up a little bit, but she was a lot slimmer than she used to be.

Straddling Jason, she reached down and aimed his cock to her pussy and started to slide down his thick pole.

"Oh yeah, I've missed this old cunt." Jason moaned.

Jo rode him, slowly pulling her pussy up and down his cock. The longer it went on, the wetter she got and Jo started to let out little moans.

Fuck... why does it have to feel so good? Are they right? Am I only good for being a whore?

Jo kept riding him and let out louder and louder moans.

When suddenly a vibrating started in the room.

"What's that?" Claire asked.

She went into Jo's clothes and pulled out her phone that was ringing.

"Ha! It's your son!" Claire laughed.

Oh no! Jo panicked.

"Answer it." Claire ordered and held the phone towards Jo.

"Please Mistress, that's my son." Jo begged, but never stopped rocking up and down Jason's cock.

"Guess that's two punishments." Claire said with an evil grin.

Fuck! Jo moaned in her head. She grabbed the phone and answered it, holding it to her ear as she sat, fully empaled on Jason's cock.

"Hi." Jo answered.

"Hey Mum, how're you getting on?" Tom asked.

Jo stopped moving as she spoke to her son, but Jason grabbed her arse and forced her slowly up and down on his cock.

Fuuckk! Jo moaned in her head, disgusted that she is speaking to her son whilst having sex.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jo answered, trying to sound as normal as possible, "how are you?"

"Good, I just spoke to Dad, he seems... sad." Tom told her and Jo's heart broke a little.

Jason was making Jo bounce on his cock a little faster and she was really having to fight to stop moaning.

"I hope he's okay," Jo said and bit her lip, "I haven't spoke to him."

Jason was forcing her to go faster, her big tits bounced in the air as his big, black cock fucked her pussy.

"Is everything okay?" Tom asked when Jo accidentally let out a gasp of pleasure.

"Yeah," Jo said, Come on, keep it together! "Sorry I was just working out."

"Oh right," Tom replied, but his voice showed that he had his doubts about her answer, "I haven't had a chance to call you, how was your birthday?"

Jason held Jo up and started to thrust from underneath her. His big, black balls slapped against her with every thrust.

"Goood." Jo shot out quickly, trying harder than ever to stop from moaning.

She looked down at Jason and pleaded with her eyes for him to stop. Luckily for her, he did, but he had an evil grin as he did.

"Sorry, this isn't a great time." Jo told her son, but Jason was still slowly fucking her.

"Oh right, well I was thinking of coming over next weekend." Tom told her.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Jo replied, although she was barely paying attention.

Claire's hand reached around and started to rub Jo's throbbing clit as Jason slowly fucked her. She looked into the air and bit her lip hard to stop from moaning.

Fuuuuuuckk! She screamed in her head in pleasure.

"What did you get up to for your birthday? Anything nice?" Tom asked.

Jo had to hold the phone as far away as possible as her breathing grew heavier. She was barely moving but the thick, black cock fucking her and Claire's fingers rubbing her clit was forcing her moans out.

"Nothing." She said quickly, "Just relaxed."

She knew that her words were coming out like moans, but she couldn't fight it.

"Mum, what is going on?" Tom asked.

Suddenly, Claire pushed a finger, knuckle deep into Jo's arsehole. Mixed with her clit being rubbed and Jason fucking her cunt Jo couldn't hold her orgasm back.

"MMMMMMM!!!" She grunted and bit her lip.

"Mum?!" Tom shouted down the phone but Jo's orgasm wasn't ending.

"I. Need. To. Go." Jo panted out and hung up the phone.

"FUUUUUUCCKK!!" She screamed as her orgasm kept battering through her.

"You fucking whore! Cumming whilst on the phone to your son!" Claire laughed out as she kept fingering Jo's arsehole, "but I suppose, you did cum with your sons cock in you!"

Being reminded of her acts of incest cut through Jo like a knife but her orgasm never ended.

"Right, I'm getting close." Jason warned.

Suddenly, he roughly threw Jo off of him and she landed onto the sofa. Her legs were still shaking and she was still panting for air.

What are they doing? Jo thought as she watched Jason and Claire walk towards the bedroom.

Her curiosity getting the better of her, Jo followed behind.

What?! Jo thought when she witnessed what was in the bedroom.

Michelle was tied up, blindfolded, gagged and completely naked with her legs tied up into the air. She had about 5 pillows under her arse holding her up.

Jason quickly pushed his pulsating cock into her pussy and fucked her hard.

"W-what are you doing?" Jo asked.

"Whore! Did I fucking tell you to follow us?!" Claire shouted at her.

"S-sorry, Mistress." Jo replied and took a step back in fear.

In a matter of seconds, Jason grunted and clearly filled up Michelle's pussy with his cum, who was moaning like a whore underneath him.

When he pulled out, her arse and legs were so high in the air that his cum remained in her completely. None leaked out at all.

Oh, I get it.

Claire grabbed Jo's hand and pulled her back into the living room.

Twenty minutes later, Jo gave Claire an orgasm by just using her tongue on the younger woman's clit. After that, she roughly pushed Jo's head away.

"Right, get dressed, time for your punishments." Claire told her.

What's this going to be? Jo thought.

She got dressed and followed Claire out of the apartment.

"Is Master not coming?" Jo asked as they got into Jo's car.

"No, he's gonna keep breeding the black slave." Claire said calmly.

Claire told Jo to drive to the local shopping centre. Jo was nervous, however, no longer having to hide her "affair", she was less afraid than previous times of going out in public with Claire.

About half way there, Jo asked Claire a question.

"Why are you breeding Michelle? Mistress." She asked.

"Firstly, her name is black slave," Claire corrected, "and not that it's any of your business. But, we want to have a baby, and I don't want to get fat or stretch marks, so we're using her. We had hoped you would do, but your cunt seems to be useless in that regard."

Oh my god, they would've made me pregnant just to have a baby for themselves?!

They eventually got to the shopping centre and Claire led them to the tattoo shop.

No, not another one!

Jo hesitated outside.

"Come on! You brought this on yourself!" Claire barked.

Jo, with her head hung low followed her owner inside. It wasn't the same tattoo shop they had been before with Stretch who Jo had fucked a few times. It was a bald white man that was tattooing her this time. He was absolutely covered in them.

Claire spoke to him a little, Jo assumed she was telling him what to do.

When he returned, Jo's hands were shaking in fear.

"Right, please take off her top and sit forward." He said.

Jo figured out that the tattoo was going to be on her back.

She did as she was told, took of her top and sat forward with her chest leant into the chair. Then, the tattoo started.

Just like all the others, Jo had some sick mix of pain and pleasure from the needle on her skin. All the way through it she let out little gasps of joy.

Jesus, this is a big one! She thought as the tattoo went on for hours.

When he finally stopped, Jo felt absolutely drenched between her legs.

"Done." He said.

Jo covered up her nipples and stood to look at herself in the mirror. Her heart sank at what she saw.

Covering nearly all of her upper back, was a huge circle of blacked out chains. There were very nicely designed black roses around it. In the middle said "Jason & Claire's" and underneath them had "Freddy" in small writing and a thick black line going through it, as though crossing him out.

Jo wanted to sob, to just break down in tears at the sight of it. Claire had a giant smile plastered onto her face.

Without saying a word, Jo put her shirt back on and left the tattoo shop with Claire.

"So, you probably have some questions about this one," Claire said as they walked, "the chains are to show that you are owned, you're property. Jason and my names are to show that we own you. And Freddy being crossed out, well, you can figure that one out."

This is it, isn't it? This is my life now. I can't say or do anything. They will do whatever they want and if I argue then they expose to me to my son and I lose all of my family.

Jo's head was spinning when a voice she recognised spoke out to her.

"Mrs Hardy?" It was a man's voice, but soft.

She turned her head and saw Ryan. He was one of Tom's friends, one of the one's that she gave a blowjob to and got fucked by when Neill made her.

What's he doing here?!

"H-hi, Ryan." Jo replied, although she couldn't help but think of his big, 6 inch cock that she pleasured.

"Hey, long time no see," Ryan said and walked over to her, Jo turned to her side and saw that Claire had walked off, "how are you?"

If only he knew that he's fucked me.

"I'm okay." Jo replied, as her back felt a little sore.

"Oh yeah, Tom told me about you and his dad, that was a shame to hear." Ryan replied with a half smile. He was just trying to be a nice young man, but Jo was in too much pain and heartbreak to take it in.

"Yeah, it's okay." Jo told him, wanting to end the conversation.

"Are you still living together?" Ryan asked.

"No," Jo replied automatically, "I'm in the Bridge Hotel."

"Oh right," Ryan said, "I need to get going, but I'll say hi to Tom next time I see him."

Ryan walked off and Jo ran to catch up with Claire.

Jo dropped Claire back home and let Jo have the rest of the day to herself.

She eventually was sat in her hotel room, smoking whilst looking at her new tattoo. She felt weak, pathetic and helpless.

Michelle will be pregnant soon, I am completely under their control. Is there any way out?

As Jo contemplated her new life, there was a knock on the door.

Jo put out her cigarette and went to answer it, to her surprise, it was her sons friend Ryan.

"Hi Mrs Hardy, I hope you don't mind me coming over?" He asked with a smile.

"Erm, no, it's okay," Jo replied, "how can I help?"

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"Erm, sure." Jo replied.

Why is he here?

Ryan walked in, he was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. Jo closed the door.

"I didn't know you smoked?" Ryan asked as he spotted the pack of cigarettes.

"Oh right, yeah." Jo grunted.

I just want to be alone.

"I was sad to hear about you and Mr Hardy," Ryan told her, "although, I wasn't too surprised."

What?

Ryan turned and smiled at Jo.

"Well, after you let me and all of us fuck you, that is." Ryan said bluntly.

What?! How does he know?

Jo's face went a deathly pale and her stomach started to churn.

"I didn't work it out at first, but as I watched Tom fucking you, I knew I recognised your body," Ryan said and took a step closer to Jo, "I mean, I've been staring at those big tits of yours for years."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Jo stuttered back, "You shouldn't talk to me like that."

"Please, you don't have to hide it from me," Ryan said, he reached Jo and put a hand on her arm, "I know it was you. I was surprised. We all joke about wanting to fuck you, I just never thought I would actually do it."

Jo couldn't believe it, she didn't think things could get worse, yet there she was.

"D... does Tom know?" She stuttered out.

"No," Ryan replied with a smile, "I don't think he would ever suspect that the prostitute we all fucked was his own mum!" He burst out laughing.

"I'm not..." Jo went to argue about his comment of her being a prostitute, but she knew she couldn't argue it, "What do you want?"

"I've had a crush on you forever, even more so after that night," Ryan explained as his hand slowly went up and down Jo's arm, "I so badly wanted to see you again, but I didn't want to hurt Tom by doing anything more to affect his parents' marriage. But then when I heard you had broken up, I knew I had to see you."

"Ryan," Jo whispered, "You're Tom's best friend."

"He doesn't need to know," Ryan said and moved even closer so that their bodies were touching, "It will be just our little secret."

Jo couldn't figure out his tone, is he threatening me? Blackmailing me? Or does he just like me?

Jo remained frozen as Ryan moved forward and pressed his lips against hers. For a second or two Jo remained still. Then, instinctively, her thick lips pressed back against his.

For a few seconds she gently kissed her son's best friend until he reached and grabbed onto her breast from outside of her shirt.

"Ryan... we shouldn't." Jo panted out, but between her legs was on fire.

"I know you want to," Ryan whispered as he started to kiss her cheek and then her neck, "You moaned so much when I fucked you."

Oh god, this isn't happening.

Jo couldn't move, she just allowed this young man to grab her tits and kiss her neck.

"I couldn't believe it when I managed to fist you," He whispered, "You're amazing."

Suddenly, Ryan's hand went underneath Jo's top and he grabbed onto her tits under her bra. Jo let out a surprised moan of pleasure.

"I've wanted you for so long," Ryan moaned as he played with her tits, "finally, I'm gonna get you."

I still can't tell if that's a threat.

The more he played with Jo's tits and nipples the hornier she got. When he leant back up and kissed her Jo couldn't help but kiss him back.

His hand reached into her trousers and pressed against her dripping wet pussy.

"Oooh god." She accidentally moaned as her son's friend suddenly pushed a finger inside of her.

"That's it, you're going to enjoy this as much as me." Ryan whispered.

Something snapped inside of Jo, This is all I'm good for.

She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue against Ryan's lips. He opened his mouth and let her tongue inside. Jo found herself making out with him as he slowly fingered her.

"Oh god, oh god." Jo moaned into his mouth.

"Take out my cock." Ryan told her between kisses.

Jo reached down and started to undo his jeans. In a few seconds they were open and Jo grabbed onto his hard cock.

"Yes, god you're amazing." Ryan moaned.

Jo was stroking his wet cock up and down as he fingered her.

Ryan then pulled out and ripped Jo's top off of her head. He unhooked her bra and it fell to the ground, letting her big tits free.

"You having fucking massive tits!" Ryan said and suddenly his lips wrapped around one nipple.

His finger returned to Jo's pussy as she got the double pleasure that made her moan even louder.

"Oh god, that feels nice." She moaned.

Ryan eventually pulled Jo's trousers off so she was stood naked in front of him. He took a few seconds just to marvel at her body.

"You look even sexier since you've lost weight, and the hair and lips are hot." He said before lunging at her again.

Jo held onto the back of his head as they passionately made out. She ripped his clothes off of him and their naked bodies pressed together.

When Ryan reached onto her back Jo let out a little gasp of pain.

"Shit, sorry, new tattoo." She whispered.

"Let me see." He said.

Jo instinctively followed his ordered.

"Wow, that's pretty hot." He told her.

Then Jo felt his hands grab her arse.

Jo turned back around and made out with her son's friend as he felt all over her body. His big, thick cock was pressed against her and Jo was hornier than ever.

Ryan seemed to take the lead and edged them over to the bed. Jo lay down and spread her legs.

Ryan, her son's friend that she had know for years stared at her bare pussy between her spread legs.

"New piercing on your pussy as well, nice." He said and jumped on top of her.

The two made out even more passionately, Jo grabbed his arse and ran her hands up and down his back as his cock poked at her pussy.

"Fuuuck!" Ryan moaned when he pushed his entire cock into her.

"Oh god... fuck." Jo moaned back as his cock filled her up.

Ryan started off slow, his cock slid in and out of her drenched pussy over and over as they kissed constantly. She kept hold of him and had his body close to hers.

The younger man would grab and play with her tits and he picked up the speed fucking her.

"How's that?" He asked.

"Oh fuck," Jo panted, "harder... fuck me harder!"

Ryan just smiled, I bet he never expected to hear me say that!

He then started to fuck the older woman properly. His cock fired in and out of her pussy over and over and she soaked his cock.

"Fuck! Yes! Fuck me!" Jo moaned in pure ecstasy.

"You're so fucking hot!" Ryan kept moaned as he fucked her.

The longer it went on, the more Jo's orgasm built up. Her pussy started to clench around his young, thick cock.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum. Make me fucking cum!" Jo moaned out into his mouth.

Then, it hit her.

"FUUUCKK I'M CUMMING!!" She roared out.

"Fuck you're tight! I won't last much longer!" Ryan moaned.

"Fucking cum in me!" Jo moaned out to him.

Then.

"Yeeeesss!!" Ryan roared and Jo felt her pussy getting filled with his hot load of cum.

He kept fucking her throughout both of their orgasms, both of them panting and moaning in pleasure until his cock went soft. When it fell out, Jo felt his cum leak out of her.

Then, Ryan rolled and lay next to the older woman, panting for air.

"Oh god, that was exactly how I pictured it." He gasped.

This young, attractive man has been fantasising about me for year, Jo thought with a little smile, I guess that's a compliment.

She sat up and grabbed a cigarette, putting it in her mouth she lit it up.

"Can I have one of those?" Ryan then asked.

Jo looked at him as she inhaled.

"You smoke?" She asked, Ryan had always seemed like a nice lad that wouldn't do such a thing.

"Not normally," He replied, "but why not."

All of Jo's motherly instincts were gone, giving him a shrug she handed a cigarette over.

"This is crazy." Ryan said with a laugh as he took his first inhale. He let out a lot of coughs and splutters and Jo just laughed.

Just like my first cigarette.

To her surprise, Ryan was ready to go again a few minutes later. She still couldn't figure out if he was blackmailing her, or if he just had a crush on her. Not wanting to find out, she got onto her hands and knees and let her son's friend fuck her from behind.

Both of them came again and Jo got another load of young cum deep in her cunt.

After that, they lay there for a few minutes until Ryan started to get dressed.

"Listen, Tom can't know about this." Jo told him.

"He won't find out from me." Ryan said with a smile.

He kissed Jo and then left her on her own.

As she lay there, smoking and staring at the ceiling with two loads of cum leaking out of her, she got lost in her thoughts.

This is it now isn't it? I'm just a sex object. Tom and my company, that's all I have left. I have to do everything I can to keep them going, otherwise, what's the point? If Ryan wants to fuck me, I will just have to say yes. At least I'm not cheating anymore.

When she thought that, Jo looked at the gold ring around her finger.

Not cheating? She thought, Then why do I still feel guilty?

She span the ring around her finger, it felt loose lately, probably due to the weight she had lost.

Ryan called me Mrs Hardy, but that's not me anymore. I'm not even the same person. This is it, this is me. I just wonder what Claire and Jason will do now that I don't have a husband to hide from.

Jo grabbed onto the gold band with two fingers and pulled it from her finger. For the first time since their wedding, she didn't have a ring on.

She opened the drawer by the bed and dropped it inside. Strangely, not having it on made her feel lighter, but also, lonelier.