I am 21 years old and have been married a little over two years. I’m blonde, blue-eyed, 5’6” tall, and my measurements are 36-22-34. My husband, Scott, is a “10” in any woman’s book but he has a serious problem — he can’t handle drinking. That’s how I became involved in my current situation.

Every time Scott drinks, he gets into fights and because of this, he’s been arrested on several occasions. The last time he went to court the judge placed him on a supervised probation, warning him that the next time he was arrested he would be facing serious jail time.

Well, Scott refuses to go anywhere for professional help with his problem and, sure enough, he got in trouble, again.

We went out to dinner and, of course, Scott couldn’t stop with one beer. I couldn’t stop him and, before I could get him out of the restaurant, he went over to a table where four guys were sitting and proceeded to punch two of them before he could be restrained. Someone called the police and they arrived shortly after the fighting stopped and questioned everybody involved.

I went up to one of the guys my husband had hit and begged him not to press charges against Scott, telling him he was already on probation and I didn’t want him to go to jail.

The guy’s name was Mark and he walked me off to the side a little and said the only way he wouldn’t press charges was if I would put out for him and his friends.

Shocked by how blunt he was but seeing little choice in the matter and wanting to get Scott home before he punched somebody else, I agreed to Mark’s blackmail.

Mark talked to his three friends and they told the police that they wanted to talk the matter over with their lawyer before they proceeded. The police agreed and escorted Scott into our car with a warning.

So, now I knew I was going to have to put out for these strangers or else risk the possibility of Scott going to jail.

Before I left the restaurant Mark got my address and then surprised me by saying that he would be by around nine the next morning.

That next morning Scott finally left for work at 7:30 a.m. with a splitting headache. I was really worried that he was going to call in sick but he knew we couldn’t afford him taking another day off and he was liable to get fired if he did. Instead, I called in sick and found myself in a state of nervous anticipation.

Sexually, I was pretty inexperienced but I guess, like a lot of girls I had numerous fantasies about being “taken” and even about being gang-banged. I had to admit, now that it seemed like it would become a reality, I was even sort of looking forward to it.

Right at nine, Mark arrived and introduced me to his friends Tony, Ryan, and Drew. They were all home from college on semester break.

After the introductions, Mark took me by the hand and led me to the center of the living room and told me to take off the dress but leave the heels on and walk around the room for them.

From the way they ogled my body and commented on my breasts, I knew I was going to receive a lot of attention.

They all joked that, on the way over, they had bet if I was a “natural” blonde, and they were glad to see that I was. Parading in front of these guys was getting me more excited than I had ever been before. I couldn’t believe that I was already so wet, I could feel my own moisture squishing between my thighs.

After a few minutes of this, Mark told me to stand behind one of the chairs, spread my legs and bend over. When I had done exactly what he ordered, I felt a tongue press between my pussy lips and stroke my clit and I immediately had an orgasm. I couldn’t control my body, I just stood there bent over shaking all over, I thought for a moment that I might faint from the excitement, and the wonderful sensations raging through my body and mind.