They continued to comment about Lacy’s whorishness as her nude body lied sprawled out on the couch and then made their way into the kitchen area. Moments later, one of the men shouted, waking up the trailer park girl whom I had boned to sleep just hours before.
"Hey, Lacy! Get up!"
Lacy jerked her head upward. "Wha- What is it?" she asked in a weary tone, her eyes half open.
"Ron and I are going out back to burn some trash. You need to get yer whoring ass up off that couch and fix Stewart something to eat."
Lacy reached for some pillows to cover her bare breasts from the onlookers and then scanned the cluttered floor for her clothing. "Oh, okay," she mumbled.
"And you need to get in there and take care of them sheets too," the man continued. "Stewart done wet the bed again."
The two men cackled to each other and walked out the back of the trailer, leaving me alone with Lacy once again. As soon as the screen door slapped closed, I jumped up and frantically searched the floor for my pants. "Who the hell was that?" I asked Lacy, as I located my trousers and stepped inside them.
"Oh, pay them no mind," Lacy replied, as she began getting dressed. "That’s just my husband and his loser friend is all."
I paused zipping up my pants and gave Lacy a stone-faced glare. "Your husband? You’re married?"
Lacy nodded her head. "Well, we’re really separated but still living together."
"And he was here the whole time last night while we were fuckin?"
"Of course he was!" Lacy asserted. "I can’t be leaving my little Stewart home all alone when I go out meeting men, now can I? Just what kind of mother do you think I am?"
I shook my head in disbelief while pulling my shirt over my torso. "Just what’s wrong with your son anyway?" I asked the barfly.
"He’s got some sort of brain damage or something," Lacy replied as she finished getting dressed. "The doctors aren’t altogether sure what’s wrong with him. I smoked a lot of meth while I was pregnant so they think that might have something to do with it."
"That’s just lovely," I stated, pursing my lips together into a mocking expression of sympathy. I then swiftly went for the door. "Well! It was nice meeting you, Lacy. Have a good one!"
I jumped off the porch of the trailer so fast that I bruised my heel when I landed on the hard ground. After I made it back to my car, I quickly drove home and rushed into the shower. It took nearly an entire bar of soap to clean the crusty cum from off my schlong and to douse the smell of Lacy’s stench trench that followed me home and clung to my clothes. While putting my soiled clothing into the washer that morning, I resolved to never again have sex with a married woman. At least not while her husband was home.
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