How Did This Happen?

"Every year education gets more expensive, but ignorance costs even more." - Sam Ewing

Melinda could scarcely believe what was happening to her, as her daughter's fiancé kissed her sensually. Trevor's thick tongue was buried in her mouth, and his big, strong hands roamed her body. She groaned as he finally broke their kiss. Only then did she stare down at his enormous cock in her tiny hand. He was gentle as he grasped her forearm and disengaged her hand from him. He steered her over to the couch.

Her relief was short-lived.

Instead of guiding her to a seat, he bent her over the armrest. She felt her skirt being lifted, and then that enormous cock was entering her well-lubricated asshole. Her mouth and eyes shot open with a gasp, and then the young man sitting on the couch pulled that wide open mouth down onto his own waiting cock. This morning she had been an anal virgin, but now she was being fucked hard in her stretched asshole by a cock larger than any she had ever seen. She had been a respected housewife and mother. Her eyes darted about wildly when she saw that men were once again lining up. All of them would have a turn fucking her ass.

How did this happen? she asked herself again, And why is it that I can't seem to stop it?

Standing behind her, Trevor watched her ass jiggle as his thick shaft pistoned in and out. He had tried to warn her earlier. She had refused to listen to him, hadn't even let him explain why this was a bad idea. Melinda's entire body shook each time he drove home and his balls slapped her wet pussy. He groaned out loud as his orgasm approached. At least he had finally found a nice busty slut to take his cock in her ass from now on.

* * *

Melinda and her husband had raised three children. Her youngest daughter, Debbie, was already a junior in college. Over the Christmas break, Debbie had brought her fiancé, Trevor, home with her. They had met the young man earlier, briefly. They really got to know their future son-in-law over that break. He was going to be a welcome addition to their family. Their oldest son, Mike, had managed to get time off from work to bring his wife and children home for Christmas day. Stephen was in the Navy and was on deployment, but he managed to Skype home while everyone else was there. It felt like a genuine family reunion.

Charles, Melinda's husband of twenty-nine years, looked preoccupied almost all day. Melinda thought it was something from work that was bothering him, but tried not to worry about it. She wanted to enjoy this holiday with her family.

Two months later, she was completely blindsided when he filed for divorce. She hired a divorce attorney, and then it just got ugly for her. Charles had been maneuvering behind her back for almost a year, preparing to divorce her. Their bank accounts had been siphoned off into untraceable offshore accounts. Her credit cards had mostly been cancelled, and the three she had remaining had severely curtailed lines of credit. Her name was on the title of their home, but they had taken out a second mortgage on it just a few years earlier. She had no means of keeping the house, no income, and with no dependent children she would be hard-pressed to win any sort of alimony.

Her attorney's face was grim as he delivered this news to her. She had been so naïve. Finally, the lawyer grinned when he said he had good news. That grin was evil. It sent a chill through her.

"Your husband was foolish enough to make a video of himself having sex with his secretary," the lawyer said. He started playing that video on the television in his office. Sure enough, he had his 'personal assistant' bent over the desk, and his phone took close up movies as he screwed her in her ass. "The time stamp is two years ago, so he had apparently been cheating on you for some time. This will give us some leverage, so at least you will have an alimony settlement."

Melinda watched the video. She was numb, feeling like she had just been kicked in the chest. She shook her head in disbelief, but that evidence was indisputable. Charles had been cheating on her. For years.

She nodded mutely and signed the papers the lawyer slid in front of her. She stumbled out of the law firm's offices, and then she threw up in the bushes outside.

"How did this happen?" she gasped.

She had been a good and faithful wife. She was attractive, and they still had sex at least once a week after all these years. Well, maybe not every week, but most weeks...except, now that she thought about it she couldn't actually remember the last time they had sex. Was that really the reason he was divorcing her? All he had to do was ask, and she would have been happy to accommodate him.

Now, thirty years of marriage was just being swept away. She cried as she drove home from the law offices. Her sobs intensified when she saw the 'For Sale' sign on the lawn. She had only two weeks to move out. She had no idea where she would go.

In the end, it was Debbie who took her in. They would share Debbie's small apartment until the divorce was settled. Debbie was in school full-time, so Melinda had been on her own getting moved. She had managed to sell off many of her possessions, generating several thousand dollars for her to cover expenses. The sale of the house only netted her another two grand. It was insulting, really, but it was better than nothing. She had one final confrontation with her husband before she moved.

"Why?" she had asked him. She just had to know. "Is Stephanie that amazing, that you had to cheat on me? If you had just asked—"

He sighed and looked at her a little sadly. "That's just it, Melinda. I always had to ask. You would never do anything spontaneously. You never voluntarily did anything. With her, I don't even have to ask."

She had finally accepted the reality of her situation. It stung, of course. That would probably never pass. Almost daily after the move, she had been struck by some new little thing that just made her feel stupid. She had been so naïve for so long, she realized.

She heard from both of her sons. They tried to console her, to be supportive and comforting. She realized, though, that they weren't surprised that this had happened. Neither was Debbie, for that matter. How had she been the only one to miss what had been so obvious to everybody else? It went from being shocking to just making her angry. Every time a new facet of her ignorance was revealed, she seethed in resentment.

Trevor came over to Debbie's apartment the second Friday after she had moved in. Melinda thought it was a nice visit, but she felt naïve once again when Trevor and Debbie trotted up the stairs to her bed in the loft. Of course they were sleeping together. Melinda cursed her stupidity as she made up the couch and settled in to sleep. Unfortunately, though her daughter tried to be quiet, the sounds of sex floating down from above kept Melinda wide awake. Then her eyes were wide as she heard sounds that had never issued out of her bedroom.

"I'm going to come, baby!" she heard Trevor gasp.

"Come in my mouth! I want to swallow it all," Debbie moaned back at him.

"Oh, yes. There it is. Damn, your mouth is just amazing." That was accompanied by loud gulping.

At least that's over with, Melinda thought to herself. Once again, of course, she was wrong. They were just getting started.

Melinda went from being embarrassed, to shocked, to soaking wet with arousal as she listened to the wet slapping of those young, fit bodies. Their pillow talk was often filthy and vividly painted a pornographic picture of what was happening up there in her daughter's bed. Melinda was shocked when she reached under her sheet and felt her sopping panties. That shock was compounded when her exploring fingers prompted an orgasm from her sensitive pussy. She tried not to gasp out loud.

It had been a while since she had come like that.

In the morning, Melinda had a really tough time facing Debbie and Trevor. They acted like nothing had happened, but she struggled to maintain that charade. Once again, she cursed herself for being so foolish. It really wasn't a big deal. Debbie was an adult now. She needed to get with the times, to be more hip. That thought made her wonder...does anyone even use the term 'hip' anymore?

She needed to get out of the apartment. She needed to reconnect with the world. Her sheltered life and addiction to vacant 'reality TV' had left her completely out of touch with reality.

She had already tried to find work, but that had been a nightmare. She hadn't held a job in twenty-five years. She was on the wrong side of fifty. Her last job didn't even exist anymore. Computers now handled that sort of thing, and she didn't have the least bit of confidence doing anything on a computer other than checking her e-mail and visiting her favorite websites.

It just made her feel so old. Just a month before, she had been happy. She had felt attractive and important, the center of her family. Melinda had taken pride in their home, and in their place in the neighborhood. Now all of those neighbors knew that her husband had been cheating on her, and that made her feel like a failure as a wife and as a woman. She thought she had friends, but those shallow acquaintances had looked on her with such pity that she couldn't face any of them again.

Melinda looked at her daughter and her strapping fiancé then, slowly emerging from her depressing reflection. She saw pity in their eyes as well. It stung her to see it. She stood up and tried to smile at them.

"I'm going to go out for a walk," she announced.

"Be careful out there," Trevor cautioned, "It's Rush Week."

"So?" Melinda asked it without thinking. Once again, she cursed her ignorance as her daughter and Trevor exchanged a look.

"The frats and sororities are having...tryouts for would-be pledges," Debbie explained. "It gets pretty crazy, and we aren't far from Fraternity Row. Just be careful, Mom."

"I will be," Melinda snapped. She was annoyed again as she stepped out of the apartment and walked down the street.

At least the weather had finally gotten nice, she thought. She was comfortable in a skirt and light blouse, and the fresh spring breeze wasn't chilly for once. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she was once again lost in her thoughts. She was completely unaware that several of the young college students she passed were checking her out. Her nylon stockings, heels, and skirt really made her stand out. Sure, she looked older, but so many of those young men had MILF fantasies. Melinda really didn't understand it, even though she was aware of the term.

These young college guys would love to fuck a busty older lady like her, who dressed so sexily.

She was surprised when a young man stepped up to her and shyly asked if she was planning to attend any of the parties that night. He handed her a flier, and said, "This is your invitation, if you'd like to come. You can bring a friend."

She smiled at him, and he blushed. She thought she saw him admiring her body, but it was a brief look. She figured she must have imagined it. She continued her walk and eventually reached a corner store. She bought an ice coffee and sipped it as she walked back to the apartment. She was a bit more alert on her return trip, and realized that she was being openly admired by some of these young men.

She felt a little better about herself when she finally allowed herself to believe what she was obviously seeing. Her mood was substantially better when she walked back in the door of the apartment. Trevor was there, lounging on the couch and watching television. Debbie had gone. Not wanting to look ignorant, Melinda thought hard and finally recalled that Debbie was meeting some fellow students to work on their group project that afternoon and evening.

It was a small victory for her. She had managed to avoid asking another stupid question. She noticed that Trevor had a beer on the coffee table. At first, she thought that it was a little early to be drinking. She looked over at the clock on the microwave and realized it was half past noon. She shrugged and got a glass of wine, joining Trevor on the couch.

"What's that?" Trevor nodded, indicating the folded piece of paper in her blouse pocket.

"Oh, I got invited to a party," she said it brightly, pulling out the flier and handing it to him.

Trevor's eyes shot open. He chuckled, "Oh, I really don't think you want to go to a Delta party. Not during Rush Week, and probably not ever."

Those parties had a very dark reputation on campus. The fraternity had faced multiple charges over the last few years, mostly allegations of rape. They had been careful, and any female entering one of their parties now had to sign a waiver at the door. It was ridiculous that any woman would go there, sign a waiver, and then still be shocked when they were gangbanged all night. It did happen, though.

It was the exact wrong thing to say to Melinda, though. She seethed again, and she had just been in such a good mood. Unfortunately, she was now being willfully ignorant. She assumed he was referring to her age, and to her looks. She knew some of those young men found her attractive. Partying with young people seemed like just the thing to get her out of her funk. Of course, she had no idea what she was potentially walking into.

She drained the remaining half glass of wine in one gulp. Trevor raised his eyebrows at that. He had never been around Melinda when she had been drinking before. Oh, sure, she had a couple glasses of wine over the holidays. This might actually get interesting. He was thinking 'interesting' as in amusing. He didn't have any sexual designs on his mother-in-law to be. He truly loved Debbie.

Trevor had two more beers over the course of the afternoon, before switching to a clear soda. Melinda thought he was having a mixed drink, and continued drinking her wine until she had drained the bottle. She was an amusing drunk, Trevor thought. He listened to her giving a fiery speech about something. He really was having trouble tracking what it was; she tended to jump from topic to topic without warning or reason.

Also, he was beginning to realize that she had really nice big tits. In her lightweight blouse, her lacy bra struggled to keep those swaying orbs contained. He thought he did a fabulous job of maintaining eye contact. She managed to catch him glancing at her cleavage twice, but it was brief and—in her mind—dismissive. That just made her annoyed. She knew she had great breasts, dammit! It was offensive that he barely gave them a glance.

She wasn't really drunk, but she was not thinking entirely clearly either. When she next excused herself to use the restroom, she took off her blouse and bra. She found her skimpiest little lace bra, one she had only worn once before because it was so racy. She put that on beneath an even thinner blouse. Her nipples hardened when she looked at her reflection.

"Let's see him ignore these puppies now!" she growled into the mirror.

Trevor could not help but stare when she wobbled back to the couch. Her tits were practically hanging out of that blouse, the bra only serving to push them upward. She was one quick turn away from exposing her nipples, and they were visibly hard against the thin material. He shook his head and smiled at her. She was grinning, pleased that she had finally gotten his attention.

"Hey," Trevor finally said when she paused for breath in her latest diatribe, "we really should eat something. Debbie won't be back until really late, and I'm starving."

Melinda realized she was actually really hungry. It would be a bad idea to drink any more on an empty stomach. She got up and made her way unsteadily into the kitchen. Trevor followed closely, ready to catch her if she lost her balance. Somehow the two of them managed to cook a reasonable dinner. Melinda had to go to the bathroom twice more before it was done, and Trevor had to go once. He really rushed to get in, piss, and get back as quickly as possible. He was a little worried she would set the place on fire.

They ate dinner quietly, watching the television from the dining room table. It was nice, and a relief to Trevor. He figured that Melinda would fall asleep soon after dinner.

Instead, she noticed the time while putting her dirty dishes in the sink.

"Oh! I need to get going or I'll miss that party!" she said.

"Absolutely not," Trevor said to her. "You are not going to that party. You have no idea what—"

It was the wrong thing to say to her. She cut him off and raised her voice.

"Dammit, I am a grown woman! I'm not some child who has to be protected and coddled. I want to go out to this party, and you can come with me, but don't try to stop me!"

Trevor considered that. He had been to a couple of Delta parties before. They were legitimate dance parties, usually with a skilled DJ and lots of drinks available, until midnight. That was when it would get dirty, but most everyone knew to get out before that. It was very clearly printed on the waiver that the female guests had to sign.

"Alright," Trevor finally relented, "I'll go with you. But when it's time to go, we go. Alright?"

"Sure!" she said it brightly, but really didn't realize what he meant at all. By the time she figured it out, it would be far too late.

It was shortly after eight when they arrived at Delta House. The place was bouncing, music clearly audible from the street. Melinda looked at the building as they waited to get in. It had been a mansion back in its day. The three-story building now had streamers festooned all over it, and young people hung out of the windows upstairs to call down drunkenly to their friends.

It made Melinda shiver to see it all. She felt old, suddenly, and out of her depth. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. She looked up at Trevor. He was smiling his little amused smile as he looked at the goings-on. He seemed perfectly at ease to her. It steeled her resolve. She was determined to have a good time, and to show she could party as hard as any of these young college girls.

She thought it was odd that she had to sign a waiver, but the two girls right in front of her signed it immediately. She didn't even bother to read it before signing. It was really loud inside the house. The music had intense, persistent beats and penetrating bass. There were plastic cups for drinks, with a small mountain of beer kegs and large bowls full of alcoholic punch. She thought the punch was really tasty. Clearly it had some alcohol in it, but she had no idea how much. Plenty of college girls were getting ripped on the stuff.

They got separated in the dense, bouncing crowd. Trevor was tall enough that he could almost keep track of Melinda, but he could not reach her through the crowd for quite a while. He was not by her side when a young woman came up with a tray full of shots and asked, "Want some ecstasy?"

She assumed it was another alcoholic shot. She had already been offered and had taken three jello shots. She thought that drink was a little sour—it was just a dose of that drug in a shot of lime juice. It made her feel good after a bit, so she took another one when it was offered. Trevor got to her side in time to watch her take that shot. He grinned and shook his head. His look changed abruptly when the girl with the tray offered ecstasy to other girls within earshot.

"Oh, shit," he hissed.

Melinda had been dancing with the crowd for two hours. She felt good—incredibly sexy and aroused. So many young men were dancing with her in that crowd. She loved it when they stood behind her and encouraged her to grind her bottom against them. Trevor noticed, but she did not, when the crowd suddenly began to thin out. She was dancing in the middle of a throng of guys, enjoying the attention. He looked around the room. Only five other women remained, all of them dancing in the middle of a small group of guys. He looked at his watch and walked up to Melinda.