Title: What Goes Around Comes Around

Summary:  After a storm cancels flights, a wife is stuck in the
middle of nowhere and ends up having sex with countless guys.

Categories: MF, M+F, Wife, slut, whore, stranger, gang bang,
gangbang, exhibitionist, outdoor

This story is a work in progress, but I would welcome feedback
and guidance, as this is a first time entry for me.  I posted it
a couple of days ago, and got some good feedback, as well as bad,
so this has some slight modifications to the beginning (for those
who may see this as different than one they saw recently from
me).

Feedback can be done via the site's feedback mechanism or you can
write to me directly at: filthlover@rocketmail.com

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Greg looked up at the sky watching a storm rolling in.  "I hope
it doesn't affect the flights."

Paul agreed, "Yeah, we've got to get back in time."

Greg  had to lead a big sales presentation for a multimillion
dollar contract, along with his co-workers, Paul and Jeff.  They
were supposed to return that night, so that they could spend a
day on the final touch ups, before flying off again for the
biggest meeting of their careers.

"I can't believe they made us come down for this conference, so
close to closing such a big deal."  Greg said.

"I don't mind.  It gave me a chance to get away for a bit." said
Joanne, looking at the group of men, and smiling at her husband.

They drove to the airport only to find that their flight was
cancelled.  In fact, most flights were getting cancelled.

"Well, what do we do now?" Asked Paul.

"I think we're stuck here for the night, we should try to get a
room close to the airport."  Greg said.

Jeff looked around.  "Usually there's a hotel board.  I think
it's over here."

He walked down and found the board, swamped with several people
with the same idea.

"I think we'd better try getting back into our conference hotel."
said Greg.

"Ok, you do that, while I try to call some of these places." said
Paul.

Within several minutes, they quickly realized how futile it was
going to be.  Between having trouble getting a signal, and then
calling, and then even getting through to a hotel, they couldn't
find a room.

"Where's Jeff?" asked Joanne.

"Haven't seen him in a while." replied Paul.

"I don't think I really want to spend the night here." said
Joanne looking at the mayhem in the airport.

After about half an hour, Jeff return to some pretty irritated
collegues.

"Where have you been?" asked Paul.

"Relax, we're on standby for a morning flight, and I think I
found the last two rooms in the whole city."  Jeff replied.

A look of relief came upon all their faces.

"The catch is that the place is about one and a half hours away.
But it is still better to get a good 8 hours then to hang around
here."

They all agreed.

Greg drove Joanne and his two co-workers, Jeff and Paul to a
cheap motel, by the side of a secondary highway, miles away from
the airport, since all closer hotels and motels were fully
booked.  They had to drive nearly two hours through the rain, to
a small town a good 45 minutes outside the city limits.  They got
there and there were no rooms left.

"But I made reservations!".

"Sir, that wasn't this place.  You must have called somewhere
else."

Joanne, sees Greg and Paul discussing their next steps, while
Jeff is on the phone looking for another place.

Joanne turns to the motel manager.  She slips behind the counter.

He watches as she croutches down in front of his crotch and
hidden from view.

Undoing his fly, she asks "are you sure you have no rooms
available?"

She reaches in and pulls out his old cock without objection.

He gets stiff quickly as she sucks him, until he cums in her
mouth.

"Consider that a deposit.  I will pay you in full later."

Joanne stands up, steps back around the counter, wiping some cum
dribbles from the corner of her mouth.

"Excuse me.  Sir?"

Greg turns around and enters the office.

"I have ah... a cancellation.  I have one room available."

Greg is elated.  "Great! We'll take it, along with some extra
blankets and pillows.

She slips out in the middle of the night to "pay in advance".

She feels dirty and smelly, and doesn't feel like she can return
to her room to lie with Greg.

Goes to bar.  Too smokey so goes out around back, trying to air
out and get the smell of cigarettes off of her lips, and of the
motel owner's cheap colone out of her clothes.

A guy stumbles out and urinates against a tree.  She frowns in
dissaproval, but then thinks he's probably cleaner than she is
right now.

Fucks him, 3-4 buddies come out and fuck her too.

Returns to her room.

Alarm doesn't go off, so they have to rush without showers.  She
feels dirty.

Goes from bad to worse.  They need to get on the flight to get
back for the big presentation.  The flight they were supposed to
be on was cancelled, as were several more, since planes didn't
arrive.

She agrees to say an extra day, and let Greg and his co-workers
take the available seats.  "Don't worry about it - knock 'em
dead!"

She was worried about trying to get a rental car, and hurriedly
goes back.  They are so busy with the travel chaos, that the line
up is right out the door.

"Shit" this will take hours.  As she's sitting there, she notices
a guy going around back for a smoke break.

She follows him and gives him a blowjob and her credit card, and
he returns 10 mins later with keys and a contract.

She heads back to the seedy motel.  Unsure why she didn't switch
to a closer hotel.

She goes to get her suitcase, and it's not there!  Her heart sank
as she realized that she let Greg check it, so it will travel
with him.  She has no clean clothes!

One seedy bar across the parking lot.  She gets picked up.  Same
guys?

They take her to their motel room, and gang fuck her endlessly.

She wakes up in her room, with the sun shining.

She woke up and looked at the clock, which was blinking 12:00. 
She looked at her watch.

"Shit!"  It was 6:30 am and her flight is at 8:30 am.

"What happened?" she thought as she sat up, completely naked. 
Her body was sore and covered in dry and sticky cum.  She felt
strange and full deep inside her pussy.

"What do I do?"  she thought for a second.  "I have to take a
shower." she thought as she got up looking for her clothes.  She
knew they'd be in rough shape, since she remembered them covered
in cum from her gang bang the night before.

She found them on the floor in the bathroom, by the toilet.  The
seat was up, and the whole room showed off it's high traffic use.
 Piss was everywhere.  In the sink, the tub, all around the
toilet, and of course, absorbed into her clothes.

The towels were all in the tub and soaked.

She took notice of her iritated pussy.  There was something
inside.

"Wow, did someone lose a condom?" she wondered, not remembering
anyone using one.  It seemed like whatever it was, it wanted out,
and fast.

She quickly stepped over her filthy clothes and croutched over
the urine filled toilet.  Reaching inside, she latched onto
something and slowly pulled it out.  Distracted by trying to
determine what it was, she didn't react fast enough, when right
behind what looked like a pale blue cloth, clogged up fluid from
her cervix ejected passed the toilet and onto her clothes in
front.

She just laughs.  At the rate things are going, of course that
would happen.

No longer being constrained, the cloth slowly begins to open.

"Panties."  she said outloud.  They had stuffed her panties up
her snatch.  Were they trying to keep her cirvix full of stranger
cum to get her pregnant?  Bastards.

She looked at them again.  Stunned by the realization that they
weren't hers, and further that by the discoloration in the ass
area, that they weren't clean either, before being stuffed inside
her.

"Is there another girl out there pulling my panties out of her
pussy?" she wondered.

She returns to her room, and tries to call the office.

No answer.  Goes to voicemail describing the motel.  Beep!  She
hangs up.

As minutes tick passed, otherwise horrible options, seem
plausible.  She can't walk to the office naked, so she puts on
her clothes.  As she looks around for the key, she can't find her
purse or the key.

Her heart sank as she sat on the bed.  The pungent smell of the
escaped cum on her filthy blouse filled her nose.  They stole her
stuff.  It looks like they dumped her purse out on the floor. 
There were a couple of crumpled up receipts, her brush, a pen. 
Contemplating her options, she unconciously pick up her brush. 
She brushed while she thought, her hair still soaked with piss
and cum.  Yellow dropplets fell on her blouse, and knots of dry
cum in places prevented her progress.  She rose and peeked out
the window.  Her rental car was still there.  It was there in the
middle of the lot where she parked it when the lot was nearly
full.  It was now one of only two cars still in the lot. 
Strange, I guess they didn't want to steal a car.  "Cowards" she
thought.

Then she noticed the car rental contract on the floor next to the
chair in the corner of the room.  She remembered that she didn't
put her drivers license or the credit card she'd used back in her
wallet.  She hurriedly picked it up, and out they fell.

Hope had rushed back.  With the driver's license, she could use
it as ID to get on her flight, and with her credit card, she had
options.

Relieved that she's not completely stuck, Joanne felt that she
didn't have to rush.  Even if she missed her flight, and had to
buy a whole new ticket, or just a change fee, she'd be fine with
that.  How could she make her flight anyways?  The car keys were
in her purse.  Right now she really needed a shower.  She felt
sticky everywhere.

She needed some towels.  She tried to call the office again. 
Voicemail.  Beep! " I need towels in room 114 please!"  She hung
up.

She picked up the phone again to try to call her mother to say
she's alright and that she was delayed and she's coming home. 
She can't call long distance.  The phone is restricted to local
calls only.  Of course in this dive, you'd have to request long
distance!

She remembers her husband's office 800 number, and leaves him a
message.  She doesn't want to call him on his cell anyways. 
Today is his big presentation, and the reason she agreed to stay
back and let him and his co-workers take the available seats. 
She doesn't want to raise any alarms, and have him screw up the
big sale.  After all, she'd fucked everyone she could to make
sure that he was well positioned to lead this deal, and get the
promotion.  She fucked office staff, his boss, executives, client
staff, even all the renovation workers on the house, to increase
their standing among Greg's future peers, getting much more than
her budget would otherwise allow.

Joanne decided to go to the office in her filthy clothes. 
Without her key, she unlocked the door knob on the inside, and
tested the outside to make sure it was unlocked.

She walked to the office.  The cool morning air smelled good
compared to the foul odor of cum and piss all over her room.  The
air felt good too, and her pussy, though throbbing, no longer
seemed sore.

She got to the office door and knocked and paused.  Knocked again
and waited.  Banged hard on the door shouting "Wake up!"

She returned to her room and tried to open the door.  It was
locked.  How could this be?  Was everything conspiring against
her?  Is this some kind of joke?  She looked around as if to find
the prankster.

Did she have the right room?

Just then a door at the end of the motel opened.  It scared her
but quickly she realized she wasn't alone.  She stared at a man,
dressed in a nice suit, coming out of his room with a pink
suitcase.  When he saw her he paused, seemingly equally chocked
to see someone else about.  He continued to his car, eying her
the whole time.

She again thought of her options.  She has no vehicle, she can't
get back into her room to shower. she looks like hell, so no
wonder he's staring at her.  Probably thinks she's some kind of
drugged up prostitute.  She has her credit card, but she needs a
ride.  Either to somewhere where she could buy some clothes, and
maybe a gym where she could shower.  She even thought she could
go to the airport, where the lounge has showers, but she'd have
to get through security looking like a well fucked tramp.  But
first, she must not let this ride get away.

Closing the car door, the man began to walk over.

"Hi" he says, looking intregued.  "Locked out?"

"Hi" she replies, "and yes, uh, locked out." She says softly,
worried that he might run away when he sees her up close.  She
certainly can't say "because I got robbed and the key is gone and
I think its the gang of guys that fucked me silly."

"I.. uh.. was just wanting some towels, but the office is
closed."

"Yeah.  Yesterday I tried to get some towels too, but he didn't
show until 10.  I think he drinks and sleeps it off."

"He sure likes his whiskey." she said trying to smile, and then
it disappeared when she thought he must be wondering how she knew
that.  "He must think I'm a whore now."

"You need a ride?" the man offers.  "I'm headed to the airport."

"Yes, please." she replies, surprised at the offer.  She thought
he'd be completely repulsed by her appearance.  Her white top
still damp, and partly see-through, with light yellow and dark
orange stained rings, her hair wet and still knotted in places. 
Her short blue skirt damp as well, and her skin pasty and marked
with crusty opaque blotches.

He goes around to the driver's side while she hops in on the
passenger side, wondering if she's met the only gentleman this
side of the city.  As he starts the car and shifts it into gear,
Joanne feels uncomfortable in her outfit in front of him, she
looks down to adjust the buttons on her blouse and straigthen her
rag of a skirt.

"Hi, I'm Joanne." she says with some confidence, looking over at
him as he turns onto the two lane highway.

"I'm Blake.  Nice to meet you."

"Flying back home?" she asks.

"Yep.  Stuck due to the storm.  You?"

"Same with me."

"Nice suitcase." she says jokingly.

He looks at her and smiles.  "Oh, it's my wife's.  Mine broke and
I had to borrow her's at the last minute.  I get lots of ribbing
from the security guys at the airport."

They drive a little, chatting a bit, until her mind drifts off.

Back at the motel the manager exits the office holding his head
in one hand, and some towels in the other.  He quickly clamps
down on his towels with both arms, trying to shield them from the
dust raised by the passing car.  He looks up catching only a
short glimpse of Blake as he gives him a little wave.

"Fucking whore waking me up at this rediculous hour.  How can she
even be awake now with her screwing all those guys until 3am! 
What's her fucking rush?"

He made his way to room 114 and knocked, and paused, knocked
again louder and waited.  He put his ear to the door
instinctively tried the knob.  It opened.

"Hello?" he called from outside.  "Hello!" he said a little
louder.  Where did she go?  He was pissed because it took so much
of his headache inflicted brain to sift through the dirty laundry
to find a couple of towels that could pass as clean without too
much scrutiny.

Just then he heard a door open a few rooms down.

"Hello?" a female voice called out.

He walked down and saw a woman in the doorway of her room,
clutching a stained towel in front of her naked body.

"Oh great! Towels!" she exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing them
from the manager's hand.

She didn't seem to mind that, in so doing, she revealed her perky
breasts.

On his way back to the office, the manager smiled.  He would have
loved to fuck her again, though the whore in 114 was much more
depraved.

Just then he paused in front of room 113, leaned over to pick up
a piece of paper.  He looked at it.  It was a car rental contract
under Joanne's name, complete with a manual scan of her credit
card.



She's angry, but convinces herself that it must be fate.  She's
used her body to get what she wanted.  Starting with a promotion
for her husband by fucking his boss and others, stretching the
dollars she had for her home renos to live in a house beyond
their means.  It must all be coming back.  Balancing the universe
by having others use her for their use.

She smiled.  If getting fucked over by lots of guys is how things
need to be, then bring it on.  The fucking makes her cum often,
and being used for others pleasure is really turning her on.  Two
nights ago being fucked by drunks behind the bar, and last night
right in the men's room inside the bar.

She decides that she has to take it all in stride.  "It could be
worse." she thought.  "I could be dead."  Strangely, she had no
fear for her life.  She really felt that she probably needed to
"give something back" and fucking around was a fun way to do it,
though really exhausting at this pace.

She glanced over and caught him looking at her top.  Looking
down, she noticed that he had a good view through her compromised
blouse.

So, he's not really a gentleman after all.  It took less than 15
minutes of driving before he showed his sexual interest in her.
Well good, since he's saving my butt from this slut pounding hell
hole, he deserves a peek.

"You like these?" she asks.

"Hmm?" he replies, looking at the road trying not to show that he
knows exactly what she means.

She proceeds to unbutton her top.

"Want to feel them?" she asks.

She rubs along his leg, and reaching between his legs, she finds
his bulge in his pants.  He's strangely silent.

"I just want to say thank you for driving me.  I really
appreciate it."

Still silent.

Zzzzip.  She reaches in with her hand, and managed to pull out
his stiff cock.

She leans over and begins sucking his cock.

"Hmmm." he says approvingly.

It seems musky and somewhat foul tasting.  "Bastard" she thought.
 She's tasting an unwashed cock covered in old cum mixed with a
women's juices.

She looks up from his lap.  "Someone was busy last night."

He looked down at her in surprise.  His cock beginning to go
limp.

"Was she a whore like me?  Mmmm.  I can taste her."

His cock stiffened again.  "Yeah.  She was a cheap whore busy all
night with lots of customers."

He pulled over at the entrance of a dusty gravel road, and rushed
out around to Joanne's side, his cock sticking out of his pants.
He opened the door and pulled her out, and pinned her against the
rear passenger door.

"Fucking whore." he said as he lifted her leg and plowed into her
pussy.

"Yes. Oh yes!  I'm a filthy whore.  Make me pay for the ride. 
Use me, use my cunt."

Fucking her madly, he shouted "Fuck I love this.  Your pussy is
so wet!" as a lonesome car sped past.

"You fuck us whores and then go back to your lovely wife!"

He grabbed a handful of tit squeezing and tugging.

He spat on her face.

Surprised, she squeaked "Eep!", and stared at him, not even
bothering to wipe the glob of spit running slowly down now
between her nose and cheek.

"You filthy disgusting whore.  You've been at it for days, not
even cleaning yourself."

He spat on her again in about the same spot.  A glob of saliva
ran down her cheek by her mouth.  Her tongue darted out to meet
it, guiding it into her mouth.

Her gross behaviour made Blake smile.

"Oh fuck.  I'm cumming." he said, holding his cock deep.

He zipped up his pants and walked back around to the driver's
side.

Her hand reached down between her legs.  Her loose cunt not able
to hold any fluids in this position, his cum leaked into her
hand.

"Get in" he said.

She obeyed.

She showed him her hand full of cum.

"Is that mine?" he asks.

"Yep." She says as she rubs it all around her pussy.  She
sloutches down in her seat, pulling her skirt back, and begins to
finger fuck her cunt.  Sliding four fingers in and out at once,
her pussy juices enhanced with Blake's cum froths as she speeds
up, masturbating to orgasm.

She sits back up straight, licks her dirty fingers, and then puts
her seatbelt on.

"That was fun." she said.

"Thanks."

Exhausted, she began to nod off.


"Vvrooom."

Joanne woke with a start.  A car's engine started, waking her up.
She watched it pull away, leaving the shoulder and back onto the
highway.

She looked over.  Blake was not there.  She looked around.  Where
was she?  She turned to look out the window and felt something
wet and sticky on her neck.  She touched, fearing it was blood,
but looked relieved when it looked more like cum.  It was alot of
cum.  Coating her from below her ear down her neck, with multiple
orgasms worth collecting between her tits.  This was too much to
just be Blake's.  Someone else, several men she didn't know had
jizzed on her.

She tried to wipe the cum from her neck, mostly smearing the
sticky white globs.  She tried wiped the cum her hand on her
still damp blouse, and looked around some more.  Keys were still
in the ignition. She didn't recognize the road, and there were no
buildings in site.  In the back, the pink suitcase was still
there.   "Blake's?" she thought, wondering if something happened
to him.  She climbed into the back, turned the suitcase around,
leaving cum residue, and proceeded to open it.

Inside, it was empty, except for a pair of bunched up ladies
panties.  They were lacy and black.  She picked them up.  They
were wet.  Saturated.  She sniffed.  Saturated with cum and
female juices.  She looked for the label.  Handling them made her
hands wet.  She found what she was looking for.  A small "J" was
on the little label.  These panties were hers.

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The work in progress includes trying to make Joanne as banged as
possible, so I was thinking of extending the story as follows:

Engine wont start - out of gas

Tow truck arrives with 2 guys - services them
They tow her to a gas station.  Radio ahead

Uses bathroom.  No door.  No running water.  No toilet paper

Pays the 4 guys there for gas.

Phones an leaves a message that she's on her way.

Bunch of boys ride in (6) - heard on CB

Truckers come and go (15)

Police arrive.  No registration.

Deputy drives the car with her in back.  Don't want to mess
cruiser.

Pull over.  Get her out. (2) She automatically gets down on her
knees.  Gets fucked against the car again.  Same spot as with
Blake and the tow truck team.

Holding cell - bars, open, no privacy.  Adjoining cells (9).

Car reported stolen

Early evening whores her out.  People come in pay the sheriff and
use her (5)

As the cells fill up from drunks picked up(20) , she's rotated
through the 3 cells.  She's willing, and even lets the cops know
when she's done in one, and needs to be moved to another cell. 
When the cop is tired of getting up, he just shoves them all into
the larger middle cell.  It's very crowded, but they keep going
until they are sober.

He lets all the drunks out.

"Transfering you to the downtown precinct." by bus.

Another night (55), then realize she's not the car thief. 
"Didn't think so anyways, but it was fun.

She gets cleaned up, maybe buys some clothes, and returns home -
getting there just before her husband returns from his business
trip.
