To find another week as bad as this one, I would have to go back several years. I think in 1993, I had a week where the house burned down, and I was laid off in the same week. But in ways, this week topped that one. First, I broke my arm going into a customer’s building. Second, the transmission on the company car blew up in the middle of nowhere. Third, I caught my wife cheating on me.

It all started about 2 weeks ago when the boss came in and let the sales force know we needed to go out on a run through our territories and see if anyone on our routes needed any extra supplies as we needed to reduce inventory. We, the sales force, were empowered to reduce selling price by 25%, and if anyone wanted up to 30%, we were to call in and get approval. We were all to use company vehicles and company gas cards, so the company only had to pay cost and not any mileage.

I went home and let my wife of 20 years, Julie, a 38-year-old mother of two grown children, know about the upcoming trip. Julie still looked pretty good for 38. Since our youngest had gone off to college the previous year, she had been exercising and getting herself back into shape. I thought she looked fine, but she wanted to keep it up. I worried about her because when I came home from one of these trips, she would eat quite a bit, almost like she had not had anything to eat for a few weeks.

On Monday, Julie took me to work with my suitcase as I was going to leave from the office about 9:00 a.m. My first stop was about 100 miles from the office at the Apex Granite Company in Friendly. I spoke with the office manager and told her the terms we were offering our best customers. She asked me to let her think it over, and she would call me Wednesday and let me know. Since I had to loop back through town on Wednesday, I just made an appointment to see her at 1:00 and get her decision.

I went through the western part of my territory over the next couple of days and was back at Apex on Wed. They had been changing the front stairs but had failed to put up any warning signs as they were not yet fastened down. Just as I was reaching for the door, the stairs shifted and I fell and broke my arm. Because of potential liability, the office manager rode in the ambulance with me.

She had grabbed her list on the way out the door, and while I was awaiting treatment at the hospital, she gave me her order for supplies. After my arm was put in a cast, she took me back to the plant and then drove me to the motel. There, she tucked me in bed, and I took a nap for a couple of hours as I let the drugs wear off.

The next day, I was headed out through the eastern loop of my territory (usually this took 1 and a half weeks), and I had gotten about 50 miles out of town when I heard the telltale sounds of metal hitting the pavement below me. I thought the engine had gone, but no, it was the transmission. I was towed back to Friendly and let one of the places look the car over. I went back to the same motel I had spent the night before in.

Julie did not know my exact itinerary, but she knew that by now I should be well on my way through the eastern part of my territory. I went to dinner that night around 7 and returned about 9. When I was leaving, a party had been starting up in a room about 3 doors down. I figured if I let them get going for a couple of hours, I could join them for a few free drinks and then hit the hay.

When I got back at 9, you could tell the party was still going on, but it was quieter than most such parties I attended. When I got up to my room, there were a couple of guys out on the balcony with drinks in their hands. Seeing that I had a broken arm, one of the guys offered me a drink.

I accepted and joined them for conversation. The door to the room was standing open, and I glanced in. There were about 6 Black guys around the bed, sticking their dicks in this white woman with blond hair. I stood there talking to the two on the balcony and asked what the deal was.

It seemed that for the past year, this woman had been coming into Blackie’s, the bar they and their buddies frequented about every 6 weeks, for a couple of weeks and partied with anyone that wanted to until a day or two before her husband was due to get home. She had come in this time and wanted to do the same thing, but she wanted to cuckold him in his territory just because he kept leaving her alone. She had told them that anyone that brought her up here could do whatever they wanted for the night; it just had to be here.

Eight of them left Center City and brought her up in 2 cars; but by the time they arrived, she was so blasted that she wasn’t even a good cum dump. Two or three had to screw her at a time just to keep her awake. By this point, my glass was empty, so they invited me in for another.

Imagine my surprise when I looked over and saw my wife with her eyes closed but sucking slack-jawed a big dick while two more were screwing her. At that point, the guy in her mouth said she was gone. The others all agreed. We stood around and discussed the situation for a few minutes.

They were supposed to call her husband’s office the next day and let him know where to pick her up. They were all looking pretty down, so I volunteered to make the call, since I was staying in the motel anyway. They gave me the number as we stood around the bed and jerked off all over her. There she lay, covered in cum from everyone, and passed out.