Deanne Jenkins lay sprawled on the king-sized bed she shared with her cheating bastard of a husband, Tom. The sheets still smelled faintly of his cologne, a mocking reminder of the lies he’d fed her while screwing that slut from his office. Her blood boiled as she pictured him now, grinning like an idiot at Disney World with their four kids, oblivious to the storm brewing back home.

At 38, with her curvy body and heavy tits straining against her thin tank top, Deanne felt a twisted thrill building in her gut. Tonight, she’d turn their marital bed into a battlefield of revenge. She’d texted six of her oldest son’s buddies, horny college freshmen she’d caught eyeing her curves at family barbecues, and invited them over. No holds barred. They’d fuck her raw, fill her up, and leave her dripping in the evidence of her fury. Tom’s precious bed would reek of cum and sweat by morning.

She shifted, her thick thighs rubbing together, pussy already throbbing with anticipation. The anger fueled her lust, making her nipples harden into peaks. “Fuck you, Tom,” she muttered to the empty room, fingers trailing down to squeeze her breast. “You’re gonna come home to a wife who’s been properly used.”

The doorbell rang, sharp and insistent, and Deanne’s heart raced. She didn’t bother covering up as she padded to the door in her tiny shorts and top, swinging it open to reveal the six young studs, all broad-shouldered and smirking, eyes devouring her like wolves.

“Hey, Mrs. J,” the tallest one, Jake, said, his voice low and rough as he stepped inside, the others crowding in behind him.

They were all 18 or 19, fresh-faced but built like they hit the gym hard, cocks already tenting their jeans.

Deanne didn’t waste words. “Get in here and fuck me like animals,” she snarled, grabbing Jake’s shirt and yanking him toward the bedroom.

The group followed, a pack of eager grunts, shedding clothes as they went. Shirts hit the floor, jeans unzipped, revealing thick, veiny cocks springing free, hard and ready to destroy her.

In the bedroom, they pounced. Hands everywhere, rough and demanding. Jake ripped her tank top down, exposing her big, swaying tits, while another guy, Mark, she thought, yanked her shorts off, fingers digging into her ass cheeks.

“Shit, look at this MILF body,” one of them growled, and Deanne shoved him back onto the bed, climbing over him.

But they weren’t letting her lead for long. Two grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head as Jake shoved her legs apart. Her pussy lips parted, slick and swollen, aching for the invasion.

“Pound my cheating husband out of my mind,” Deanne hissed, her voice thick with vengeful heat.

Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped his fat cock, the head purple and leaking, and slammed it balls-deep into her soaking cunt in one brutal thrust. Deanne’s back arched, a guttural moan ripping from her throat as her walls clenched around his girth. He fucked her hard, hips snapping like a piston, his balls slapping against her ass with every vicious drive. The bed creaked under them, the headboard banging the wall, music to her ears, a symphony of spite.

The others watched, stroking their cocks, waiting for their turn.

“My go,” Mark grunted, pulling Jake off mid-thrust.

Deanne barely had time to gasp before Mark flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. He spat on her asshole for good measure but focused on her pussy, ramming in deep and grinding against her cervix. Pain and pleasure exploded through her, her tits dragging on the sheets as she clawed at the mattress.

“Harder, you little shits! Fuck like you mean it!” she demanded, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

Sweat poured down her back, mixing with the slick sounds of cock plunging into wet flesh.

One by one, they took her. The third guy, a stocky blond, forced her mouth open and shoved his dick down her throat while another stretched her pussy wide. She gagged, saliva dripping from her chin, but sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks as tears stung her eyes. Her body rocked between them, every hole claimed, dominated.

Deanne’s mind raced with images of Tom, his shocked face when he smelled the sex on these sheets, and saw the bruises on her hips. It made her wetter, her pussy squirting around the next cock that battered inside her.

“Ride it, slut,” the fourth commanded, lying back so she could straddle him.

Deanne sank on his throbbing shaft, her ass cheeks spreading as she bounced, tits jiggling wildly. She gripped the sheets, knuckles white, moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“Yes, fuck yes, give it to me!” she moaned.

The fifth slid behind her, rubbing his cock against her ass before pushing into her pussy alongside the first, double-stuffing her dripping cunt. The stretch burned, but she loved it, grinding down as they both thrust up, their cocks rubbing together inside her, friction building to a frenzy.

The sixth waited his turn, fisting his meaty dick, but Deanne reached for him, pulling him close to suck him off while the others wrecked her lower half. Spit and pussy juice coated everything, the room thick with the musk of raw fucking. Her body trembled, orgasms crashing one after another, harsh, shuddering waves that left her gasping. Cum leaked from her pussy already, hot spurts from the first two loads mixing with her cream, soaking the bed where Tom slept.

Panting, Deanne collapsed forward as the last one pulled out, her pussy gaping and raw, thighs quivering. She was drenched, sweat, cum, her own juices, chest heaving, big tits marked with red handprints. But her eyes burned with hunger, scanning the spent but still-hard cocks around her.

“Don’t stop,” she rasped, licking her lips. “I want more. Ruin me completely.”

Deanne’s body still buzzed from the relentless pounding in her pussy, cum trickling down her thighs in sticky rivulets, mixing with her sweat and the sharp scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. Her big tits heaved with each ragged breath, red marks blooming on her pale skin from their rough grips.

But the fire in her gut hadn’t died. It raged hotter, fueled by visions of Tom’s smug face when he returned to this defiled bed. She locked eyes with the six young studs, their cocks still rigid and glistening with her juices, veins pulsing with need. They were hers to command, tools for her vengeance.

“Line up on the bed,” Deanne snarled, her voice hoarse but commanding as she pushed herself up on trembling arms. “All six of you, cocks ready. You’re gonna wreck my ass now. Make it hurt. Make me forget that cheating fucker Tom’s name.”

The guys exchanged glances, grins spreading across their faces, but they obeyed without hesitation. Jake, the tallest, climbed onto the mattress first, kneeling at the edge with his thick shaft jutting out. The others followed, forming a row of hard, eager dicks, Mark next, then the stocky blond she didn’t name, followed by the other three, all stroking themselves slowly, eyes fixed on her curvy ass.

Deanne crawled forward on all fours, her knees sinking into the cum-soaked sheets, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. She positioned herself at the end, ass high, cheeks spread wide to expose her tight, puckered hole. It clenched in anticipation, still slick from the earlier spit and juices.

“Start with you, Jake,” she ordered, glancing back over her shoulder, her lustful eyes daring him. “Ram that fat cock in my asshole. No mercy.”

Jake gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pressed the swollen head of his dick against her entrance. He pushed forward slowly at first, the ring of muscle resisting, then gave a sharp thrust, forcing half his length inside.

A sharp cry tore from Deanne’s throat, pain lancing through her as her ass stretched around his girth. “Fuck, yes! That’s for Tom, you bastard,” she screamed, hatred pouring out with every word, her body shuddering.

Jake didn’t hold back. He pulled back and slammed in fully, balls slapping against her dripping pussy. The burn turned to a filthy pleasure, her walls gripping him like a vice as he set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward relentlessly. Each pound drove deeper, his cock spearing her ass, the obscene squelch of lube and sweat filling the room. Deanne’s fingers clawed the sheets, knuckles white, her big tits swinging wildly beneath her.

“Harder! Tear me apart!” she begged, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the pain pushing her limits, making her pussy clench emptily.

Jake grunted, sweat dripping onto her back, fucking her asshole like a machine until his balls tightened. He pulled out with a wet pop, cum spurting across her cheeks in hot ropes, but Deanne didn’t wait.

“Next! Mark, get in here and fuck this ass raw.”

Mark shuffled forward, his cock thicker than Jake’s, and wasted no time. He spat on her gaping hole, then plunged in, the stretch even more intense, making her vision blur with tears of raw sensation.

Deanne screamed again, a mix of agony and ecstasy, her voice echoing off the walls. “Tom’s a lying piece of shit! Fuck me like he never could!”

Mark’s hands bruised her hips as he pounded away, his dick pistoning in and out of her ass, the friction building heat that spread through her core. She rocked back, moaning loud, her body demanding more even as it trembled on the edge of breaking. The bed creaked violently under them, springs protesting the assault, the headboard thudding rhythmically against the wall, a brutal tattoo of her revenge.

One by one, they took her ass. The stocky blond went third, flipping her onto her side for a better angle, lifting one leg high as he drove into her from behind. His thrusts were shorter but vicious, grinding against her inner walls, making her gasp and curse Tom’s name with every slam.

“You worthless cheater! This ass is getting what you deserve!”

Deanne’s hand snaked down to rub her swollen clit, fingers slick with cum, heightening the overload. The fourth guy positioned her on her back, legs over his shoulders, folding her in half as he hammered down, his balls smacking her pussy lips. She gripped the sheets tighter, nails tearing fabric, begging for the pain to consume her.

The fifth didn’t wait for her to recover, he yanked her up to straddle him reverse, impaling her ass on his cock as she sank, gravity forcing him deeper. Deanne rode him hard, bouncing with desperate urgency, her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs.

“More! Give me all of it!” she moaned, the sixth guy stepping in front to shove his dick into her mouth, muffling her cries as she sucked greedily, throat bulging.

They rotated her like a ragdoll, fucking her ass from every angle, doggy, missionary, sideways, cocks swapping in and out, stretching her hole until it gaped, raw and throbbing.

The bed groaned and shook, the frame rattling as all six took turns or doubled up, one in her ass while another rubbed against her pussy or tits. Cum leaked from her wrecked hole, mixing with fresh loads as they unloaded inside or across her skin.

Deanne’s body was a slick, trembling mess, sweat pouring, ass burning, pussy aching for neglect no longer as one slipped in there too, double-penetrating her lower holes in a frenzy. She pushed her limits, screaming hatred for Tom between moans, the vengeance twisting into pure, shattering bliss.

Her climax hit like a freight train, ripping through her as the last guy, Jake again, circling back, pounded her ass mercilessly.

“Revenge! Fuck you, Tom!” she wailed, her voice breaking, body convulsing.

Waves of pleasure crashed, her ass clenching around his cock, milking him as she squirted onto the sheets, soaking everything in her release. Cum oozed from every inch of her, her curvy frame utterly destroyed, panting and spent. But even as tremors faded, her eyes flicked to their still-hard cocks, a wicked spark igniting.

“Again,” she rasped, voice raw. “Keep ruining me.”

Deanne’s body quaked in the aftermath, her ass a throbbing wreck, cum leaking in thick streams down her crack to pool on the ruined sheets. The air reeked of sweat, jizz, and her own musky release, the marital bed a battlefield of her fury. Tom’s face flashed in her mind, his cheating grin, the lies he’d fed her, and it stoked the blaze in her veins.

She wasn’t done.

These young cocks were her weapons, and she’d wield them until every inch of her screamed victory. Her throat ached from earlier gags, but the hunger gnawed deeper, demanding she claim their dicks with her mouth, make them choke her limits while she choked out her rage.

“Switch it up, you fucks,” Deanne growled, her voice a gravelly rasp as she shoved herself upright, knees sliding in the slick mess. Her big tits bounced, nipples hard peaks begging for abuse, cum streaking her curves like war paint. “Line up again. Cocks out, ready for my throat. I’m gonna suck you dry, gag on every inch till I taste your balls. And while you’re at it, worship these tits, suck, bite, make ‘em hurt like Tom’s betrayal.”

The six studs shifted, cocks twitching back to full hardness at her command, eyes glazing with lust. They knelt in a ragged line on the bed, shafts bobbing, Jake’s long and veined, Mark’s girthy beast, the blond’s curved upward, the others thick and ready, all slick from her holes.

Deanne dropped to her knees between them, the mattress sagging under her weight, her curvy ass pressing into her heels. She grabbed Jake’s cock first, yanking him forward by the base, her fingers squeezing his heavy balls.

‘Open wide for me, slut,’ she mocked herself in her head, but out loud it was pure venom: “Feed me that dick, Jake. Shove it down my throat till I choke.”

He gripped her hair, fisting the sweaty strands, and thrust forward. The fat head breached her lips, stretching her mouth wide as she sucked him in deep, tongue flattening against the underside. Saliva flooded instantly, her throat convulsing as he hit the back, gagging her hard.

Glurk, wet, choking sounds erupted as Jake fucked her face, hips bucking to ram his cock balls-deep. Deanne’s eyes watered, tears mixing with slobber that dripped in ropes down her chin, splattering her heaving tits. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration humming through him, her hands clawing his thighs to pull him closer.

“That’s it, fuck my face like Tom face fucks his whore,” she gurgled between thrusts, popping off just long enough to spit on his length before diving back.

The burn in her throat built, raw and relentless, but she pushed, hollowing her cheeks to suck harder, her gag reflex firing like fireworks.