Amy’s sorority had some strange customs, all revolving around lots of twisted sex, which suited her just fine, but Reginald never expressed any reservations when she would meet him afterward and tell him everything that had happened, how many cocks she had sucked and/or fucked, how many girls she had gone down on, eating their pussies. It only seemed to excite him more and he would go down on her, slurping on her pussy which was often still filled with the remnants of the guys whom she had fucked before jumping on top of her and fucking her himself. The thing that she loved the most about him was that he never failed to eat her pussy after fucking her, whether he came in her or not.
She had been totally shocked the first time that she had allowed Reginald to accompany her, to watch while she fulfilled some sorority something which always included having sex with someone or many someones. Without being asked or prompted, Reginald had dived into her pussy after she had been fucked, eating her clean for the next cock that was waiting to fill her. She knew he had a voracious sexual appetite, almost as voracious as her own, but she had still been totally shocked the first time she saw him suck a guy’s cock who had been fucking her, his cock directly from her pussy, still oozing cum.
After that Sheri had taken Reginald with her whenever it was possible and he shared in her orgies. Amy would feel a thrill watching other girls with Reginald, knowing that he was hers, even as he delighted in watching her take on the many boys and girls that she would fuck, always joining in, sucking whatever was available, be it a pussy or a cock, and many times kneeling side by side with her while she was getting fucked, himself thoroughly enjoying a cock in his ass while they each sucked one in front of them.
This continued almost until she graduated, when Reginald had some sort of an epiphany and decided to dedicate himself to the Church of Latter Day Saints. Amy had been totally shocked, as he had never mentioned any sort of a religious inclination before. She had been even more shocked when he asked her to join him in his new life, as his wife.
It had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but she knew that she loved him, that no man would ever love her the way he did, especially knowing her, how she was, that she was a totally depraved sexual being, as he had also shown himself to be. Going from fucking anyone and everyone whenever the opportunities arose to being Mrs. Amy Goodness had been traumatic and she wouldn’t have survived it had it not been for Reginald’s understanding, making sure that he spent every possible minute eating her pussy, feeding her his cock, or fucking her, trying to make up single-handedly, or single-cockedly, for the missing variety to which she had become accustomed and even addicted.
But somehow she had done it, made the transition, even enjoyed her life with Reginald. He never mentioned their former life in any way, just moved on to the new one. In short order Charles had been born, then a year later, Sheri, and Amy had dedicated herself to her family, taking an interest in the Church and even getting to the point where she was hired as the religious studies teacher. Her transition seemed complete. Her personality and way of life had flipped 180 and she became a strident prude, at least publicly and to her children, while continuing to be the most wanton of slatterns with her husband, who found no end to the delights he enjoyed with her body.
Reginald slowly rose in the Church over the years to a position of authority, and even power, and Amy was proud of him, happy to see the respect which he received and enjoying the overflow which attached itself to her as his wife, a paragon of virtue and a solid member of the Church.
Then one day out of the blue she had gotten a call from Celia Adkins, the wife of one of the Seventies, the all-powerful group of men, very rich men, who ran the Church under the aegis of the ruling triumvirate, who were even richer. It seemed that religion paid very well. She had invited her to lunch and Amy was very excited. She had shopped for a new dress that showed her body in the best possible light. She had had her hair and nails done. When she finally met Celia at Shadows, one of the most exclusive restaurants in the area, she was almost trembling with excitement. She and Reginald, though fairly well off now, would never even consider eating in such an expensive restaurant, much less for lunch, but she knew that Carl Adkins was one of the wealthiest men in America and perhaps the wealthiest in Utah, worth billions.
The lunch had been wonderful, with champagne throughout and strawberries and cream for dessert. Amy was glowing with joy. Celia Adkins seemed just like she appeared in the tabloids, a beautiful, poised, generous, and kind woman, and Amy felt drawn to her.
After the lunch, Celia invited Amy to join her for the afternoon and they went to a beautiful penthouse apartment in the tallest building in town. The view of the snow-covered mountains was breathtaking as they sat on the large sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling glass wall.
“I suppose that you’re wondering why I called you,” Celia said after opening yet another bottle of champagne and pouring them each a glass.
“I’d be a liar if I said otherwise,” Amy replied.
“Well, simply put, I’m interested in you, and your family,” Celia said.
“But we’re nobody,” Amy sputtered. “I mean, we have nothing really. We’re not part of the upper-class society like you.”
“Well, I wasn’t born to it, I married into it and remember where I came from, but people do know of you,” Celia said. “And you’re well thought of, well spoken about.”
“We try to be good examples for our children,” Amy said.
“Yes, and it’s about some of those examples that I’d like to talk,” Celia said, smiling thinly. “Come, sit over here with me,” she said, getting to her feet and kicking off her shoes, moving to a small, two-person divan in front of a large, wall-mounted, flat-screen TV.
“You know you have those moments in life where everything changes?” Celia asked as Amy sat nervously next to her, twisting her glass of champagne in her hands.
“Yes,” Amy replied, sighing. “Sometimes they can be challenging.”
“What if I told you that today was going to be one of those days for you?” Celia asked, turning to look at her.
“I’d be surprised and would wonder how you could possibly know something like that,” Amy replied.
“I’ve taken great pains to use my position to learn,” Celia said as she pressed the remote control and activated the TV.
“I’d like to think that life is always about learning,” Amy said, the religious studies teacher in her coming to the fore.
“You couldn’t be more right,” Celia agreed. “But I specialize in learning things about people, especially those things that they wouldn’t necessarily want anyone else to learn.”
“Oh, my god!” Amy gasped, dropping her glass of champagne, her hand flying to cover her mouth, her eyes wide open in shock as she watched herself on the screen during her sorority initiation, unable to move as she relived sucking those cocks, eating their cum, and fucking each of them over and over again.