When my wife Janet and I were in the process of getting a divorce, she would try to attack my manhood by telling me what she had to do to be satisfied before we were married. I was not as much of a man as the men at the night club she frequented regularly. She had a reputation around the club for being easy and always available after a few drinks. The men at the club always bought drinks for her to loosen her up.

The club was in the black part of town, and the clientele was mostly black. After a few drinks, she was ready to party. Nudity was allowed in the club, but sex was not. Kathy always removed her clothes and danced nude. Groups of men would join her on the dance floor, and it did not take much for these men to talk her into joining them in the parking lot.

I already knew this, as a friend of mine had told me about her reputation when he found out that I had married her. He told me that it was a competition to see which group of men would get her out in the parking lot first. He and five of his friends had gotten her out numerous times. Since she was already naked, it was easy to take turns fucking her in the parking lot. When they finished with her, they left her naked with their sperm dripping from her pussy, ready for the next group of men.

He told me about the stories of her passing out and being found lying naked on the grass in the parking lot with the sperm from the men that had fucked her dripping from her cunt. That she never worried about what groups of men were fucking her; all she cared about was that they satisfied her needs. At times there were more than one group of men who fucked her, but she did not care. The more men that fucked her, the better she liked it. These groups of men averaged from four to as many as eight young black men who enjoyed fucking her. They enjoyed degrading this well-built white woman, gang bang style, and treating her as a common two-bit street whore, planting their fertile seeds deep inside her and watching their sperm gushing from her well-used cunt.

I just took his stories as exaggerations, and he just wanted to get my goat. That they were just urban legends that he put Janet in, just toying with me. I started to hear more stories about the club and Janet from other men, and I started wondering if they were true. I approached my wife about the stories I was hearing, and she told me that before we met, she frequently visited the club but did not elaborate.

Even though we were getting a divorce, we still were having sex.

One night after she showered, Janet put on a short, lacy, almost see-through robe that had no buttons or sash, grabbed a blanket, and we walked to the playgrounds across the street. She laid the blanket down on the grass in the shadows behind the playground and removed her robe. The playground was visible from the road, and when she stood up to remove her robe, so was she until she lay down on the blanket.

As we lay there, Janet told me that all the stories I had heard about the club and her were true and that when our divorce was final, she would return to the club on a regular basis and start back at where she had left off, being a cum dump for groups of black men. I fucked her, then I handed her the robe, and we walked to my truck.

I drove her over to the east side and parked in the parking lot of the club, near the entrance. I had an old mattress in the bed that I was taking to the dump in the morning. I told her that she did not have to wait till we were divorced, and she could start tonight.

As she walked into the club, I pulled her robe from her, leaving her to enter the club naked. A group of young black men took her by the hand and escorted her out onto the parking lot, and I told them that they could use the bed of my truck to fuck her. A line formed of men ready to fuck her, and as the word got out, more men got in line. She entered the club at ten PM, and the last man finished with her at two. She had lain there for four hours being fucked by anyone who wanted her. I drove off, leaving her lying on the grass next to the lot.