21 comments/ 180996 views/ 20 favorites Making Amends Ch. 01 By: Headhuntertales My apologies to Troubador. I wrote this story several years ago before I read his similar story. His is much better than mine, so please read it. ***** "How far is Sally going to take this", Bill thought to himself as he watched the TV in his bedroom. He pulled again at the handcuffs and leg restraints that kept him spread-eagled on his bed. The door to the room was open just a crack to accommodate the cable from the family's video camera. Obviously the camera was in their living room and the cable ran from there, down the hall, in the door, and into the back of the TV in the Master bedroom. The camera was high and looked down, showing almost the entire living room. Bill figured. The camera must be on the top of the bookshelves that he had built for his wife shortly after they were married ten years ago. He was a good husband and father. He worked hard, treated his wife and 6 year old son with love and respect. How had he ended up in this situation? Thoughts swirled through Bill's head as he watched….. On the TV he could see Sally sitting on the couch drinking what looked like a glass of wine. She was wearing the beautiful white nightgown that he had bought her last Christmas. He knew that under it she wore a lacy white bra and French cut panty set. She had looked so wonderful in it. Last year she had modeled it for him, after the guests left and after their son had gone to bed. After the exciting day of presents, parties and more than a little spiked eggnog Bill recalled the evening as one of the couples most romantic. It was a memorable night because after ten years of marriage their sex life had settled into a predictable routine. But there was true love between them, they were committed for life. To what Bill always thought was a wonderful family life. If only he hadn't made that one stupid mistake while at a convention with his co-workers. If only he hadn't felt so guilty that he confessed to his wife. That's the kind of straight arrow Bill was. In college his friends had called him a "boy scout". He had a strong sense of right and wrong, and while he enjoyed a good time, he wouldn't lie, cheat or steal. Sally was like him, maybe even more so. She loved her family and saw herself as a Mom. She hardly ever drank and tended to be a bit of a prude. She was lovely and loving, but in a wholesome maternal way. His wife and son were everything to him. But it was too late now for him to undo what he hadn't meant to do.. According to Sally it was time to make amends so that they could continue their life together without guilt and with her forgiveness. It had been just last month when Bill confessed that he had gotten drunk at the convention. He was one of the five men from his company at the convention. One of them had had ordered a stripper as a joke. Before the night was over the alcohol dazed brain of Bill, while being egged on and called a wimp by his co-workers, had been the last man to have his cock sucked by the stripper/hooker. He had tried to avoid it, he loved his wife. But the alcohol and the macho ribbing finally got the better of him. The funny thing about it was that Bill didn't even cum. The alcohol and the guilt prevented him from loosing his load into the painted mouth of the whore. She simply mouthed his hard, condom covered member for a few minutes. At the time he thought to himself "thank God I have a hard-on or my co-workers would never let me live it down." Bill could only barely remember standing in the center of the hotel room. He was the last man in a line, with his cock hanging out of his unzipped pants. A middle-aged, silicone titted, bleached blonde knelt in the center of the floor in a sequined g-string. Her face wasn't very attractive, but her body was good. "$20 from each of you five," she had demanded of the drunken men before she went to work. Bill didn't even have the $20 in his wallet, so his boss Jim, gave the stripper/hooker the $20 for him. After a few minutes of mouthing Bill's cock, the hooker said, "this guy ain't gonna get off. I gave him 20 bucks worth of blow job, I'm done." She stood up and put on her sequined bra. Clutching the money for stripping and the extra $100 for the blow jobs, she grabbed her tape player and left the room, on her way to her next job. The five business men continued to laugh and drink the night away, only Bill sat quietly in a drunken stupor, guilty about "cheating" on his wife. When he got home from the convention Bill acted very strange. Sally couldn't help but notice. After a few days of Bill being quiet and sullen Sally asked him what was bothering him. Straight arrow Bill, unable to lie to his beautiful and honest wife, foolishly spilled his guts. "I have to confess something to you my love. I am so sorry." He told his wife and life mate the whole story about his co-workers, the stripper/hooker, about everything. Sally was hurt. Tears streamed down her face. As she cried and ran to their bedroom locking the door. It was her turn to be quiet and sullen. Finally, after a few days of the "silent treatment", Bill and Sally sat down for a long "heart-to-heart" talk. SALLY CRIED. "I have never been with any man but you Bill, ever. I don't want to be with anyone else." BILL SLUMPED "I am so sorry." SALLY CRIED SOME MORE "Don't you find me attractive anymore? Do you still love me?" BILL GROVELED. "You are the only woman I have ever loved and I always will." He truly meant it. "It was stupid mistake, caused by alcohol and peer pressure. I am so sorry, I will do anything to have you forgive me. I can't live if I loose you and my family." She forgave him, but said that it would take her some time to get over the fact that he had betrayed her and broken his marriage vows. Bill took her out for a wonderful romantic dinner. That night they made love and it was good. The same missionary sex as always, but good. What Bill didn't know was that a knot of jealously and hurt was still in Sally's heart. A knot that was growing day-by-day until tonight when it would strangle them and change their lives forever. That very morning, a month after Bill thought he had been forgiven by his wife, he awoke to find himself bound to his bed. While he slept Sally had cleverly restrained him. Despite his plea's she wouldn't let him up. All day he laid there begging her to let him go. She never responded to his pleas except to say, "this was the only way I can get past your infidelity Bill." Sally took their son to a playmate's home to spend the weekend. She cleaned the house and generally did her usual Saturday chores. During the day she often entered and exited the bedroom doing chores. Ignoring Bill's pleas for release, she at least did slip a bedpan under Bill when he complained that he needed to use the bathroom. She knew if Bill got loose from the sturdy four poster bed that had been her grandmothers, she wouldn't be able to get him restrained again. Bill begged and cried for forgiveness, but to no avail. Sally knew that he would be begging more later that night. At about 5 o'clock Sally rigged up the TV and video camera. This really puzzled Bill, but Sally just said she didn't want him to be lonely while she was out of the room. After rigging the camera Sally got some things from her makeup table and their closet. Then without saying a word she walked to the door. At the door she looked back and gave Bill a hard look, which turned into a look of almost pity, finally a small smile formed on her beautiful mouth. She pushed the bedroom door closed as she left. The video cable keeping it open a crack. Sally wouldn't be back to her bedroom and see her helpless husband until after midnight, although a couple of other people would be dropping by as the night progressed. After a while Bill heard the shower in the guest bathroom running. Bill gave up struggling, as he watched Sally pour herself another glass of wine. She looked absolutely stunning. Her soft brown hair framed her face and even on the TV Bill could tell she was heavily made up. She only weighed a few pounds more than when they had gotten married. But if anything the extra weight made her more sexy. Her hips and buttocks were round and fleshy and her breasts had grown from a B cup to a C cup. Sally didn't drink much and Bill knew two or three glasses would give her a pleasant buzz. Plus wine usually put her in a romantic mood. Bill assumed that Sally was almost done punishing him and after a while she would come back to the bedroom and they would pledge their love to each other and make beautiful love as a happily married couple. Bill had to admit Sally had made her point. This had been one very uncomfortable day for him. He hated feeling helpless. All those thoughts were pushed from his head when he heard it. THE DOORBELL… Bill was shocked when he heard the doorbell ring. He could hear the sound both over the TV and through the slightly cracked door. He struggled in panic. What if it was a robber and he was stuck here helpless? He had to protect his wife and home. He struggled mightily but was unable to get loose. He only managed to have the hard metal of the handcuffs dig into his wrists and tear the skin. A small amount of blood trickled down his forearm. Bill stopped struggling and screamed for Sally to come let him loose. In the living room, Sally gulped down the last of her ‘third' glass of wine. She seemed to float in her white gown out of the picture towards the front door. Bill continued to scream to be let loose. The helpless husband relaxed when he saw Sally re-enter the picture, followed by Jim. Jim was Bill's boss. Bill stopped screaming and was relieved that it hadn't been a stranger or robber at the door. Thank God! But what was Jim doing here on a Saturday evening. They never socialized. Bill didn't even like Jim very much as a person. He was an OK boss, but always seemed a bit sleazy to Bill. Bill realized that he could hear the conversation between Sally and Jim over the TV. "Is that Bill I heard screaming?" asked Jim. "Don't worry about him," Sally cooed at Jim, "I have him locked in the bedroom. I have been punishing him for being a bad boy with you at the convention last month." Jim looked serious, "punishing him? Don't give my wife any ideas Sally she won't punish me she will divorce me and take me to the cleaners on a settlement. I'm mad at Bill now, he wasn't supposed to say anything. Shit all of the guys at the convention are married. That idiot Bill, what was he thinking, telling you?" "Don't worry Jim, I won't say anything to the other wives, but I want you to promise me two things. First, that you won't send my husband on any more conventions." Feeling like he was dodging a bullet Jim said, "Sure no more conventions for Bill. He doesn't need to go. I just use them as a reward for employees working hard. He can have those days off to spend with you if you want." He would promise anything to keep his wife from finding out. Sally continued, "The second promise is that you must tell me exactly what went on that night." "OK Sally, if you won't tell my wife, I promise no more conventions for Bill. And I'll tell you everything. It wasn't that bad really!" "I'll be the judge of that," snapped back Sally. In the bedroom Bill thought to himself, "So that is what this is about. Sally is just going to make sure that nothing like what happened last month will happen again." He smiled to himself realizing how much his wife loved him. Sally steered Jim to the couch and poured him a drink. "Now tell me all about what went on at the convention Jim." "Boy you look beautiful Sally, I always thought Bill had the best looking wife." Sally gave him a dirty look… Jim not wanting to make Sally mad, despite how sexy she looked said, "Ok… OK, I'll tell you..." The doorbell rang again. "Wait right there Jim," said Sally and she left the room only to return with the other 3 co-workers of her husband's who had been at the convention. Jim was startled by the new arrivals, but Sally explained that she wanted to be sure that Jim told the truth. She wanted the men to corroborate each others stories. She wanted to know exactly what went on, so she could forgive her husband. Her husband who was being punished in the bedroom. Once Sally pledged not to tell their wives, all three men relaxed and fixed themselves drinks from Bill's liquor cabinet. They even joked about poor Bill being stupid enough to tell his wife. One of the men thoughtfully poured Sally another glass of wine. "OK Jim tell me exactly what happened. My husband Bill didn't go into precise detail, I want a specific description of the events, beginning when the whor.... " She couldn't make herself say the word "When that woman entered the suite. I'll be asking the rest of you to let me know if Jim is telling the truth. If I think any of you are lying, I'll tell your wives about the convention. The men murmured their agreement. Jim began telling the story. "As a reward for the guy's hard work, I called a strip-o-gram company and asked for a dancer to entertain the men. When she arrived we all were more than a little drunk. She came in and after I paid her $100 for a strip tease. She turned on her Boom-box and began stripping... " Sally stopped him, "Wait a minute Jim, I want more detail. What was she wearing? What kind of music?" "Well it was a slow song and she had on a coat over a sequined bra and panties," replied Jim. The other men quickly nodded in agreement. Sally exasperated, demanded, "where was she? At the door in the middle of the room? Where you guys sitting or standing, What?" The men all tried to answer at once. Sally finally said, "This isn't going to work, look, lets act this out. You guys pretend that you are in the room and I'll pretend to be the stripper." Up in the bedroom Bill was becoming concerned. In the living room you could hear a pin-drop. Sally moved to the stereo and a slow rock ballad came on. The men quickly shifted to the relative positions they had been in on the fateful night. Jim explained the couch was where the bed had been and that Bill would have been sitting in the chair in front of the bookshelves. He pointed to the space between the men and said that was where the stripper had danced. Sally took that position and began swaying to the sensual music. The four men glanced at each other, but didn't say a word. Jim finally said, "Yeah it was just like this, first the stripper took off her long coat." "Like this?" asked the swaying Sally. She untied the string of her gown and unbuttoned it all the way down. She paused for a moment and looked at each man in his eyes. She let the white silk slide to the floor. She began to sway once again to the music. The four men sat still in disbelief. Sally was beautiful in bra and panties. She had a great body and her smooth skin was flawless. Bill began pulling at his bonds again, but only managed to cut himself some more. The pain soon caused him to stop. "You boys aren't saying much. What happened next?" "Well she danced for a while, then she took off her top and tossed it over there to Frank," exclaimed Jim. The other men said, "yeah, yeah." "What were you all doing during this time?" asked Sally. Frank chimed in, "we were chanting, take it off, take it off!?" "OK, you guys act just like you did, and Jim you direct me," said Sally. Sally began swaying to the music once again, the three men began chanting, "Take it off, take it off," cautiously at first then with confidence. In the bed room Bill pleaded at the TV screen, "Please stop Sally, I love you please stop, I'm so sorry, Please don't... " Tears welled up in his eyes. Jim began, "she placed one arm across her chest, then she reached back with the other and unhooked her top. Once it was unhooked she held the cups in place with her hands and teased us by flashing one tit, um.. I'm sorry Sally, one breast at a time." "That's OK Jim I want to know just how you and Bill treated this woman. Use the words you would use with her. I won't be offended I want an accurate recreation." "She flashed her tits one at a time then tossed the bra to Frank, like I said." Sally swayed and did as Jim described. She went around the room flashing one tit at a time. The four men couldn't help but notice Sally's hard pink nipples. Finally she stopped. Facing the bookcase and the camera she threw her bra to Frank. She stood proud in her white, high cut satin panties, shoulders back and erect nipples thrust forward and stared at the camera. Her womanly breasts were fully exposed to the four men in the room and the one restrained in the bedroom. She stood taller than her usual 5 foot 7 inches, in her 3 inch heels. Curves in all the right places, 125 pounds of real woman! A huge roar of anger and pain could be heard in the living room, from the back of the house. Everyone froze for a second. Then Sally said, "don't worry about that noise, It's just Bill, he is mad because he wants to be here with his buddies who like to watch strippers and have extra-marital sex." With a defiant look into the camera she said, "Go on Jim what happen next?" Thus began a narrative by Jim. Whatever he said, Sally would do! She turned up the stereo to drown out the roars of pain from the back of the house. "Step between each man's legs and shake your .. er.. tits in his face." She was moving a bit mechanically, and the men could tell that her balance wan't great because of all the wine. But she was doing it "Stand between each of our legs and grind your ass into the lap of each man." …and she did… "Spread you legs and bend over in the middle of the room." …and she did… "Take a tit in each hand and lick your nipples." …and she did… Every instruction was followed by Sally and all of the men had raging hard-on's from watching their friend's beautiful, sexy and before tonight, demure wife put on the show. Sally, pouring herself another glass of wine said, "This stuff is pretty lame." Downing the wine and swaying from the alcohol she added, "Is that it?" Cocking a hip to one side and placing her hand on it she continued, "This is all a stripper does?" Her sexy pose and the bouncing of her chest and ass as she spun around looking at each man was so erotic that several of the men actually trembled in lust at the sight. "Well Sally I didn't want to tell you everything, I was embarrassed," said Jim, with a sly wink to the other three men. "I told you I want to hear every detail," Sally said as she refilled her glass. "Tell me or I'll tell your wives." Her speech was starting to slur and her eyes seemed to be a bit unfocused from the alcohol. "OK, OK don't do that, the guys will agree with what I say. Here's what happened next," said Jim. Jim figured that Sally was acting out some kind of revenge thing on Bill and he decided that he would enjoy it. Particularly since she seemed hell bent on getting shit-faced. He would find out just how far the pretty wife of his employee was willing to go. God knows she had a great face and body. In fact, she was a hell of a lot better looking than the stripper he had hired at the convention. Jim knew that actually not much else had happened. The stripper asked if they wanted blowjobs for $20 each. They had lined up, gotten sucked off and that was it. Hell, Bill hadn't even had an orgasm. The stripper had never taken her g-string off, and hadn't let the men take off their clothes or touch her. She just had them hang their cocks out of their pants. It was almost clinical, not very sexy at all. The whole thing lasted about 15 minutes. But he wasn't about to tell Sally that. Making Amends Ch. 01 "You want to hear it all Sally, so here goes. Next the stripper slowly peeled down her panties... " Jim caught the confused look on the other three men's faces and glared at them. Finally they caught on and began softly to chant, "take it off, take it off!" Bill heard what Jim said over his TV and began screaming, "No! NO!" In the living room they could hear the shouts, but they couldn't make out Bill's frantic words. Sally tossed back another big gulp of wine and once again began swaying to the music. She slowly ran her hands down her body and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "Yeah that it, just like that Sally, push them to the floor and step out of them, take it off, take it off... " Once the panties were pushed below her hips the smooth material slid to her feet. Sally kicked the panties to one side separating her legs and showing off her pussy to the men. "Now she danced around the room and like before shook her tits in our faces, but this time her legs were on the outside of ours rather than on the inside." Immediately the four men pulled their knees together as they sat. The brief pain of confining their now full erections was a small price to pay to have their friend's beautiful wife spread her legs in their face. Particularly since she was completely nude. Sally was a little unsure now. She hadn't thought it would go this far, but she was determined to hear the whole story, and punish her husband. The wine had gone to her head. She was flushed from the alcohol and the excitement of paying her husband back by standing naked in front of his friends. But Sally screwed up her courage. "Bill would never look at another woman after this she was sure." Sally took another swallow of wine and moved up to Jim. He placed his hands on her knees and spreading her legs pulled her forward so she was only inches from him. "Now the stripper shook her tits in our faces, all of us including Bill. In fact, he really seemed to like it, plus she humped her hips forward and back," said Jim, slyly working on Sally's jealously. Sally could shake her tits and grind her hips but she couldn't do both at the same time. Her movements were uncoordinated but sexy as hell at the same time. To the men it was very arousing, every man's dream--- a beautiful innocent woman trying to act slutty. Jim was getting quite an eyeful of Sally's sex. As she humped forward the sweet married cunt came into full view. Moist white pussy lips, they were smooth and tight and winked at Jim from behind thick brown pubic hair. The smell of her sex traveled the few inches to Jim's nose. He slowly and gently began spreading his knees forcing Sally's legs further apart. Her pussy lips separated slightly and the pink inner folds of her labia came into view. Jim could make out the small nub of Sally's clit. "God, this was one sexy woman," Jim thought. Making Amends Ch. 02 Jim was almost ready to reach out and touch Sally when she danced away and repeated her performance on the other three men. After each man had gotten an eyeful of the naked wife, Sally stopped and took another glass of wine. "Is this just the way it was for my Bill?" Sally asked. The wine, jealously and feeling of betrayal still working on Sally's usual shy demeanor. Jim responded, "well not exactly, Sally... " Sally cut him off, "I told you guys I wanted to know exactly or I would tell your wives. How was it exactly?" Sally stared hard at the four men then drank some more wine. In the bedroom Jim was finally resigned to the game his boss and his wife were playing. He was mad, but now he really understood the hurt that Sally had felt. Being with his co-workers when that hired strippers and got blow jobs wasn't something that a happily married man would do. It was something he would never do again. His wife was the most beautiful woman he knew. He swore to himself never even to look at another woman. He was sure that the game was almost over and in a few moments Sally would be here to let him go. She had gone a little too far with the men, but no real harm was done. Then Bill heard Jim's next comments to Sally. "Well Sally, you have got your part right, but us guys and Bill weren't exactly like this." "What do you mean, Jim. I told you I wanted it just like that night," demanded Sally. Jim winked at the other three men. "Well Sally, you tell me, what is the first thing Bill does when he get home after work?" "Well, Um... " Sally looked confused, then her face brightened, "he gets comfortable and has a drink to unwind from the day." "That's right Sally, and Bill is the one who at the convention had us have a drink and get comfortable in the suite we were in. You're so smart, I'll bet you want us to get comfortable just like Bill had us do on that night," pushed Jim. "I guess," said Sally, "I want to know exactly what it was like when Bill did that terrible thing." "OK boys, lets get another drink and get comfortable, like that night, then Sally can see how that stripper gave Bill a lap dance." The other three men followed Jim's lead. They freshened their drinks then watched has Jim began to take off his shirt. "Bill told us he likes to sit around in his underwear and have a drink after work, so that's what we did," said Jim smugly. The four men quickly removed all of their clothes except their underwear and sat back down sipping their drinks and drinking in the sight of the naked wife. They were more comfortable as each sported a huge bulge in the front of their shorts. "Ok Sally now the stripper was dancing. Bill wanted a lap dance let me tell you how that is done." "OK, I guess, show me what the stripper did with my husband," Sally sipped more wine and stepped over to Jim. "First she sat in his lap, threw her arms around Bill's neck and gave him a big hug." Sally did it and Jim was rewarded with Sally's soft breasts being pushed against his bare chest. He could feel her hard,hot nipples boring into him as she squeezed him tight. Her sweet smelling hair covered his face and he could feel his erect but still confined cock pushing into her soft buttocks. "Now do the same for the other guys, that what the stripper did." Sally bounced from lap to lap giving each man a hug and the pleasure of having her naked body pressed against them. Jim admired her body as she bounced around the room, all modesty gone, putting on a great display. "Ok Sally that good. Next the stripper sat against Bill like a spoon and took his hands and rubbed them up and down her body. Come her let me show you." Sally sat back on Jim's lap. He grasped her hips and spun her so she was facing away from him. Her legs straddling Jim's lap. Then he pulled her back against her, placed his hands inside of hers and began running his hands up and down the naked wife. By now Bill was sobbing out loud as he watched his boss's hands run from his wife's thighs up across her soft rounded belly onto her tits. His hands lingered their for a few seconds caressing and stroking the round globes of flesh, before running back down her sweet soft body and beginning the process again. "God damn, look at that," whispered Frank, as on one trip up Sally's body Jim's fingers ran through Sally's pubic hair. After a few minutes Jim pushed Sally up and said, "Jim wanted her to give all the guys lap dances." The process was repeated with each of the men. Sally was aroused now. Jim could see spots of fluid that dripped from Sally onto each man's shorts. While Sally was busy "lap dancing" with the others Jim stood and removed his underpants. Seeing their boss the other men followed Jim's lead. "Sally now we are really comfortable, just like Bill was," snickered Jim. Sally looked at the four hard cocks. She had never seen any penises except her husband's and her little boys. She was surprised at the assortment of sizes and shapes the she saw. Jim reminded Sally, who was by now so drunk that she was very susceptible, that more had gone on at the convention between the stripper and her husband. "Whatchch ..are you talkin' about Jim?" Sally slurred as she looked at the four naked men who stood around her. As she spun around to look at the men her tits swung and bounced enticingly. "You know Sally! Didn't Bill tell you about the sex," pushed Jim. "Oh yeah," the bleary eyed Sally said, "he said she gave him oral sex." "That's right Sally it was Bill who wanted a blow-job from the stripper, he said you don't do oral sex." "It's dirty and.. and..." The drunken Sally couldn't get the words out. "It's OK, I guess he wanted to find out what oral sex is like. It was all Bill's idea to get he whore to do it for him. Do you want us to show you how he had it done to him?" Jim ied. "UH, what, Uh Bill... wanted... he betrayed me...," stuttered Sally. Bill was beside himself, he began screaming and cursing. The stripper, like pros usually do, had made the five men put condoms on before she sucked on their dicks. His shouts fell on deaf ears, his wife and the men had become used to his screams, he was ignored. "Sally, the stripper knelt in the middle of the room," Jim pushed the beautiful housewife gently to her knees. "That's right just like that. Then we all lined up in front of her like this." The men stood in line facing the kneeling Sally. "Sally did you know that Bill demanded to be the first one in line." "Next she opened her mouth wide,... that's it.. open up... and we will show just how Bill cheated on you." Jim stepped forward and placed his erect cock on Sally's tongue. In her whole life Sally had never had a cock in her mouth. She had never sucked her husband off and he had certainly never cum in her mouth or anywhere near her head! In a reflex action Sally closed her lips around the cock of her husband's boss. Jim, not wanting to miss this opportunity grabbed the back of Sally's head and jabbed his cock deep into her mouth. The red lipstick Sally had so carefully applied, streaked down Jim's hard stalk. Jim Began to leisurely fuck Sally's face. The surprised but drunk housewife didn't even react as Jim's cock sawed in and out of her pursed lips. His cock getting wetter and wetter with Sally's saliva with each thrust into her bulging cheeks. Within a few minutes the excited and teased Jim blasted his white stringy jism into the virgin mouth of the kneeling naked woman. The first cum to cross Sally's lips was not her husbands, but a man who knew how to manipulate people. The video picture that Bill was watching didn't have enough clarity to make out his wife's lips wrapped around his boss's stiff organ, but from the thrusting of Jim's hips then the tensing of his body, Bill knew that his wife was tasting sperm for the first time. Sally's helpless husband roared in agony and cried in shame. Pulling his softening prick from her mouth, Jim grabbed the bottle of wine from the table and thrust the neck into Sally's mouth. "Here swallow some wine to freshen your mouth," he commanded. The wine spilled from Sally's lips and she gulped hard to keep from choking. As she coughed Frank stepped forward and popped his hard cock into Sally's mouth replacing the neck of the wine bottle. "Now Sally, your Bill gave instructions to the stripper on how to give him a blow-job. Let me tell you what she did for him. WHAT YOUR BILL told the whore to do for him!" Jim smiled at his co-conspirators as he told Sally the latest lie. Jim began giving instructions to the housewife on the finer points of sucking cock. The dazed, drunk and revenge seeking wife mumbled incoherently around the cylinder of flesh in her mouth. But Sally did what she was told, did what she was told was done for her husband by the stripper. Sally did everything Jim's commanding voice told her to. "Cup his balls in one hand... run you other hand over his ass... lick the tip like a lollipop... " The excited Frank didn't last much longer than Jim. Soon Sally's tongue was taking another cum bath. The bottle neck was once again thrust into her sweet mouth like a glass cock and her mouth was rinsed clean for the third man in line. Because of Jim's continued cock sucking pointers Sally unconsciously began getting into giving oral sex. "No wonder my husband wanted this," Sally though in an alcohol haze. After another swig of wine, Sally went to work on the fourth cock that was presented to her. This time she even leaned forward to grab the spongy cock helmet with her lips. "Man look at her go," the men exclaimed. Soon a fourth load of warm cum was running down Sally's throat. She sat back on her heels and looked at the spent men sprawled in her living room. "I didn't... I just wanted ... ," Sally cried. "It wasn't supposed to..." "That's OK," soothed Jim, "Bill was the one who started this. Its going to be OK." He continued to reassure her and make it seem OK. In her drunken state Sally still didn't fully realize that she was the one who had truly been unfaithful, not her husband. Sally was still fixated on her husband who she wanted to teach a lesson to. Her husband who needed to make amends. The husband who had just seen her act like a real slut and suck off four of his co-workers and drink their cum. Jim looked at the clock. It was still early and he didn't want the games to end yet. He poured Sally another glass of wine and she drank it sitting cross legged in the middle of her living room floor. Not even aware that her private parts were opened like a flower to the eyes of the four naked men. "You know guys there is still something wrong here, its still not quite the same way it was at the convention," stated Jim as if he were helping Sally. "What elssseh is wrong," slurred Sally now almost unconscious. "What is it men?" Jim asked pulling them into the game he was playing with the naive, drunk spouse of his employee. "Ah... Oh! I remember now you still don't look like the stripper did," exclaimed Jim playing the part to the hilt. "I don't understand, I don't have any more clothes to take off," a confused Sally answered. "No Sally you don't understand, strippers wear real small panties called g-strings. Because of that they shave themselves." A puzzled look surfaced on Sally's blank, alcohol dulled face, "I took a shower and shaved my legs before you guys came over." "No, let me explain, the g-string's are so small that real strippers shave almost all their pubic hair. You want to be like the stripper who Bill was with don't you? I know he likes that. He told us all how much he likes strippers, and they way they look." "I guess so," said Sally as she fell back onto the carpet. The room was spinning and she was having difficulty remembering what was going on. Looking down at the almost comatoase wife Jim laughed, "Come on Frank lets find a razor and give good old Bill's wife a new look." The two naked men walked down the hall looking for a bathroom. Jim pushed open the master bedroom door and was shocked at the sight of his employee fastened securely to the bed. The room was dark but light from the TV showed a struggling Bill. "Look what we have here Frank, Sally wasn't kidding when she said she had you locked up," said Jim. "God damn you Jim, let me up, I'm gonna kill you guys," ranted Bill "Now, Now Billy Boy, Sally invited us over, and we haven't forced her to do anything." Jim looked at the TV and realized that it showed the living room. On the TV screen the two remaining men were tickling Sally, making her squirm on the carpet and watching her fleshy tits roll around. "Hey Bill, have you been watching? Sorry old buddy, I didn't know you could see your wife acting like a little whore. Man look at your arms, you have cut them up pretty good. Take it easy man. I promise we won't hurt Sally, Jim laughed. "Billy Boy, excuse us we are going into the bathroom for a minute." Bill heard someone piss in the toilet then the two men returned. "Hey Bill," exclaimed Jim, standing next to the bed. "I was taking a leak and look what I found... your wife's lipstick running up and down the length of my dong." Jim laughed out loud and added, "Take a look!" Bill cursed and struggled to no avail. "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch." "Not likely." Then Jim looked at the TV. "Bill, enjoy the show, lets go Frank." The two naked men walked out of his bedroom, to appear moments later on the TV in the living room. Frank carried a razor towel and some baby oil the men had found in Bill's bathroom. "OK Sally lets show you just how Bill likes his strippers," exclaimed Jim, kneeling by the legs of the prostrate wife and mother. Frank laid the towel on the floor and Jim rolled Sally onto it. Each of the two men grabbed one of Sally's ankles and spread her legs. Jim scooted forward and asked Frank to hand him the baby oil. "OK Sally, I'm going to put some oil on you so you won't get razor burn." Sally could only manage a giggle and a slurred "OK! Like Bill did riiiiight..." Jim laughed, "Yeah, just like old Bill. We are going to do everything Bill does." Whispering to the other men he added, "and then some" Jim squirted a large amount of oil onto Sally's pubic hair then squirted more into his hand and began to massage the oil onto her prominent mound. "Hell guys," Jim whispered, "lets shave it all off, she's got such a nice cunt I want to see it all." Frank handed Jim the razor and he began to delicately remove the oily brown hair from Sally's groin. It didn't take long and Sally actually drunkenly giggled from the tickling razor. Her cunt was soon as bare as a new born. The fleshy lips were tight, but wetness gleamed from the crevice between their plumpy folds. Jim couldn't help himself and slipped one of his oily fingers into Sally's pink slit. Her clit winked at him from behind its' fleshy hood. He strummed it once or twice causing Sally to jump and moan. "Hey guys lets stand her up and see her dance now" offered Frank. The men pulled Sally to her feet. With the men's hands supporting her she was able to stand. Frank squirted the oil up and down her body. "Sally, strippers oil themselves up so they look good on stage." Without waiting for a response the four men began rubbing the oil all over the staggering wife's body. Hands wandered over her tits and ass. The inside of her thighs were rubbed and of course more than one finger snaked its way into her honey pit. All four men's cocks had returned to full mast. "Jim I just have to fuck Bill's wife," said one of the men as he rolled a taut nipple between his oil soaked fingers. Frank chimed in, "Yeah, lets fuck her, but not here. I couldn't do it knowing, her husband was watching me." Jim responded for them all, "Sally, did Bill tell you how he fucked the stripper?" "What ah... what... no he jussssst gotssss oral seeeeeex...",mumbled Sally. "No, Sally!! Jim led us all in fucking the stripper. We need to show you, but we need a bed to do it right. The stripper fucked your husband on a bed." "Huh... ah..I don't ... I'm not sssure... Bill didn't tell me .." "He lied to you Sally. You need to see what Bill did. It was ALL his idea. Come with us to the guest room. We want to HELP YOU SALLY, we will show you!" Sally was directed down the hall, past the master bedroom where Bill cried in frustration and hurt. The four men dropped Sally on the bed in the guest room and surrounded the bed. Frank had thoughtfully remembered to bring the wine bottle... It was 9:00 PM. --------- At 11:00 PM Bill heard the shower at the end of the hall start running. During those two hours Bill hadn't heard much, but what he had heard was like a shot to his heart. He had heard a few male voices yell "Oh Yeah! Go baby" Other words he was able to pick up were the usual... "cunt... fuck... I'm cumming." Once two male voices broke into the song, "Ride, Sally, Ride!!" He heard a loud thump like someone falling on the floor. The worst was one time when he heard a distinctly female voice scream "Oh.. Oh.. OHHHHHHHH!! GODDDDDD!" After a long time the shower stopped, and four naked men appeared at Bill's door. Bill was exhausted, from crying, struggling and screaming. He could only lay there. Jim said, "Sorry Bill we used up all your hot water taking showers. We can't have our wives smelling Sally on us now can we." Bill pulled the restraints one last time and slumped in defeat. "Listen, she is sleeping it off in the guest room. She is fine, better than fine." Then Jim added a comment that stabbed Bill like no other. "Oh Bill! I want to thank you for letting me give you the 20 bucks for the hooker at the convention. I figure Sally's dance, blow jobs and the time we spent with her in bed would have cost $1,000 from a whore as good looking as Sally. So in the last month that $20 I gave you had a return of 500%. Great investment, thanks. Way to look out for your boss Bill." "I'd let you up but I don't know where Sally put the key, besides I don't think I could trust you right now. So enjoy the rest of the weekend and I'll see you at work on Monday." Bill watched through red eyes as his four co-workers dressed in the living room. He noticed that Frank picked up Sally's bra and panties as a souvenir. As the door shut behind them, Jim called out, "I'm locking up for you, Bill." Sometime during the night Sally staggered into the master bedroom. Her body still covered with patches of oil. Bill was also able to see crusty patches of cum between her thighs and on her cheek. The light from the TV reflected off her bald pussy. Her tits were red from being played with by four sets of hands. Sally staggered to the bathroom and Bill heard her retching in the toilet. Finally she emerged from the bath and before falling into bed she unlocked one of Bill's hands. He was now able to get loose. He tossed a blanket over his wife. He didn't want to see her. He couldn't talk to her because she was passed out and snoring loudly. It was a good thing as he might have killed her if she had been awake. Bill went into the bathroom to clean the cuts on his wrists. He glanced at the toilet and noted that Sally had thrown up a lot of wine. He also noticed a lot of stringy white jizm floating in the bowl. He wondered if it tasted different going down than coming up. That thought had him tossing his cookies into the same toilet bowl his wife had just used. After cleaning himself and putting on a pair of sweats Bill took stock. He was both physically and heart sick. He frankly wanted to die. Only the thought of his son kept him from doing anything really stupid. He wasn't going to sleep with his wife, and the guest room was out of the question given the images in his head. He couldn't even sleep on the couch in the living room. The towel with Sally's shorn pubic hair still lay there. Making Amends Ch. 02 Linn flitted about the kitchen nervously -- which was unusual for her, as she was not the type of person who got nervous. But she wanted everything to be perfect, for her and for Codi. She'd dressed casually for now, not wanting to get her dressy clothes messy, so she only wore a tight-fitting pair of jeans and tiny top. Even casual, to anyone who saw her, Linn still was sexy. Codi told her that all the time. She found it hard to imagine a time where Codi hadn't been in her life, bringing the ray of sunshine that she was to Linn's bedroom 3 or 4 times a week. The young woman who Mark had once told her was " the most adorable, scrumptious, fuckable little thing he'd ever seen" was more her lover than Mark's now, although Codi still screwed Linn's husband whenever the urge overtook her. As per their earlier agreement, they still shared the sweet-faced blonde, Mark having her every Monday night -- Codi was now more insatiable for his cock after a weekend than ever before. Wednesdays were "hump day" Codi teased Linn -- and Mark humped the shit out of her as often as he could. Yet, more often than not, Mark's adorable assistant made time on those days for Linn's soft touch as well, plus their regular sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays. When they met for their regular trysts on Saturdays, once Linn's sensuality and Codi's intense kinkiness had worn Mark to a frazzle, they moved to the guest bedroom and ate each other's pussies for hours on end, knowing that Mark was a sound sleeper. Linn transformed herself under Codi's knowing tongue, urging the girl to " tongue fuck me, you wild blonde slut-bitch, eat my dark cunt until I cream all over your pretty face! " Seeing the wilder side of Linn never failed to arouse Codi, who did just as she was told. She worshipped Linn, who never failed to wrest orgasm after orgasm from her body as well. Often, before they began their Saturday trysts, the women would meet for a "Girl's Afternoon" out, to shop and have lunch. They inevitably ended up at a Lingerie Store, like Victoria's Secret, La Senza or Fredericks and always bought something new. Lunch was almost an exquisite torture -- they'd tease and flirt with each other, playing "footsie" until neither could stand it anymore. The lesbian playmates would check into a nearby hotel, doing naughty little stripteases for each other in their newest finery, then feast on each other's flesh until both were weeping with exhaustion and pleasure. Then the duo would go home to Mark and the festivities would begin anew. Linn was happier and more sexually satisfied then she could ever recall being and Codi surely had few complaints. Lately, Linn giggled, they'd been lunching at McD's just so they could get to the Hotel faster. They'd have to watch that, didn't want to get fat! Life was really good -- Mark was far more in touch with his wife as a sexual being. Funny -- for a long time, Linn hadn't been allowed to be sexual and passion, it was hidden under a veneer of respectability. Then, one day, it had all begun to crumble. All of her life, Linn Thomason had been raised by very strict & conservative parents. They told her that being of mixed race, Filipino and African-American, she'd likely be looked down on and treated differently. Therefore, it was important for her to be better than the others, show class, intelligence and wisdom. To hold her head high and be proud of each and every piece of who she was. Linn took that advice to heart, it made sense to her. In some ways. Linn worked her gorgeously-rounded tush off in school, she maintained a Straight-A average all throughout High School and into College. She was classy and intelligent and dressed in a manner that accentuated her beauty. With her silky skin, legs that went on forever and almond eyes that had just a hint of smoke, Linn was hard to miss. She knew it full well. She let her auburn hair grow until it reached her back and guys panted after her like dogs in heat. But she kept a cool reserve, keeping them at arm's distance -- rarely dating and no one had gotten into her panties -- yet. Only a few of her closest friends were aware of Linn's deep, dark secret. She yearned and ached to be a total, uninhibited slut . She had not committed to Mark just yet, and before she did, she wanted to experience what it would be like to be one of the trampy girls who could fuck and suck with reckless abandon. Whose boyfriends gave them cock on a near-nightly basis and could do all the depraved things that Linn herself dared not do. Her parents kept a watchful eye on her and save for a few friends they trusted, like Mark, rarely let the girl out of their sight. Linn's parents trusted Mark because he was kind and respectful, always coming into their home when he picked her up, being polite and making small talk. He was the perfect gentleman for their daughter and although her mother told Linn "He is a little too white, dear" she knew they'd likely be happy for her when they married. They had not yet made love, although in typical male fashion, Mark had hinted he would not be averse to that idea. Linn wouldn't have been either -- she was aching to be fucked, but her parents set a strict curfew, which Mark sensibly agreed to, and that was that. For the time being. Linn got her chance to break free one week after her eighteenth birthday. Her favorite Aunt, Stephanie, took ill and her parents deigned to go and help out, leaving Linn alone to fend for herself. Linn's best friend, Vanessa, told her to seize the opportunity. Mark was away scouting Colleges, leaving the two friends to themselves. "Come on Linny, let's take you shopping and get you some really HOT clothes! I've got a really naughty idea!" the voluptuous blonde enthused. Linn trusted her friend, so she allowed herself to be dragged to "Kinkee", a store that Vanessa frequented. She bought clothes her parents would never have approved of -- a black leather mini, decadent black silk stockings, a sheer top and thongs, tight little bras and even a pair of black stilettos. A very different Linn stared back at her from the Fitting Room mirror -- this girl was smoking-hot! The next thing they did was race back to Linn's home for a "makeover" Despite her popularity in High School, few of the College Boys had noticed her -- yet. That was going to work to their advantage, Vanessa knew. Vanessa set her sexy BFF down and went to work. The first task was a rinse that would turn Linn's normally auburn hair into a jet black, making her even more exotic in appearance. Linn protested, but Vanessa assured her it would be gone in a week, by the time Linn's parents were due back. Next, she applied new makeup and mascara to the girl and Linn couldn't believe who was looking back in the mirror -- not quiet, studious, unassuming Linn, that was for sure. This Linn looked like she could give any man a run for his money. "Next step in the plan, we're going to get you laid!" Vanessa bubbled, her enthusiasm infectious. "I doubt if any of the guys will want to sleep with me!" the beautiful girl sighed. "I've built up a reputation as kind-of an Ice Princess." "Maybe Linn has that reputation sweetie -- but I don't and Elly doesn't either!" Vanessa smiled. "Elly?" "The girl in the mirror baby -- Elly for Linn , see?" Linn nodded. It seemed so far-fetched, but a lot of Vanessa's crazy schemes had worked in the past. Vanessa outlined her plan to her eager friend. "We'll take you out clubbing tonight and I bet no one will recognize this little hottie as sedate little Linn. You are gonna get fucked tonight baby, Vanessa promises you that!" The blonde ran home to get changed, leaving Linn to ponder it over. Did she dare do this, take this drastic action? Linn knew that if her parents found out ... hell, so what if they did? She was eighteen and if they threw her out, she knew Aunt Stephanie would happily take her in. Her aunt, unlike her somewhat-stuffy father, was a modern, free-thinking woman, only 10 years Linn's senior. Vanessa arrived back an hour later, clad in a very trashy, black lace & satin corset top, black leather shorts and thigh-high "fuck me" boots. She looked like a true, slutty whore and Linn knew her friend would have her pick of studs. On the rare occasions when her parents would consent to letting her stay at Vanessa's much-more liberal home, her friend would regale her with tales of her sexual exploits. They never failed to make the sensual girl horny and wet. The dance club was exactly what was called for. From the moment the pair walked in, they were the center of attention. It was loud, raucous and fun -- Linn had a ball, she danced and bounced and soon had a sea of admirers surrounding both her and Vanessa. The drinks were piling up, she hadn't paid for one -- but she was very careful, Linn kept her wits about her. Vanessa was being aggressively hit on by a very muscular football player Linn recognized as James Williams, but Linn had chosen one of the school's "brains" - although Stewart Barnes was far from hard on the eyes, lean and impeccably dressed, every hair in place. When James suggested they go back to his place -- his parents were away for a few days -- Linn agreed happily, although she was terrified inside. She knew that if she went along, there was no turning back -- so she steeled herself, took Stewart's arm and allowed herself to be led out to the car. Once they reached James's house, he offered them all drinks. Vanessa accepted, but Linn declined -- she wanted to be stone-cold sober for all the events that were about to unfold. She wanted her first fuck to be something she would remember and she had to build a story in her head in case anything happened -- like her parents or Mark finding out! She knew full well she was going to make a habit of this, but she wanted to experience life "on the other side". The foursome chatted a bit more, but Linn was clearly anxious. Seeing that, Vanessa said "Okay boys, let's get this show on the road!" James led the group up to his parent's spacious bedroom. Vanessa got naked faster than a stripper, revealing a truly spectacular body. Linn hadn't really noticed that before, how magnificent the Swede's body truly was. "Okay hon, just watch and learn, okay?" the curvy blonde smiled. Linn nodded and she felt Stewart's arms wrap around her as he nuzzled her neck. She watched intently as Vanessa went through the motions -- giving the young athlete a very sexually raw blowjob, raking her nails over his skin and ultimately, straddling his dick and fucking the holy hell out of him. Vanessa fucked with an incredible raw ferocity -- she was almost like a sexual athlete. Linn paid careful attention and vowed to emulate her friend's actions. Vanessa was like a totally different woman, writhing and bucking and crying out for James to fuck her harder, which he did with ardor. Vanessa's long hair whipping to and fro, she looked over at the other young couple and yelled "Okay, you two, there's a lot of room on this bed. Get naked and join the fuck-a-thon!" "Elly" decided it might be fun to give Stewart a little bit of a tease, so she too made a show of stripping -- letting him see her sexy young body, feeling glee over the fact he didn't recognize quiet, unassuming Linn. "Holy shit!" he said as the half-Filipino girl's body came into full view. Flawless, as if sculpted by the Gods -- Stewart knew he'd likely never fuck anyone this sexy again. "Am I fucking hot ?" Linn asked, doing a small spin. She'd kept on her stockings and heels, Vanessa had done the same. Both young women were well aware that most men had a fetish for sexy lingerie and shoes. "Baby, you're fucking on fire !" Stewart grinned. The young collegian got naked and jumped on the bed beside James and Vanessa.. James was out of action for a few minutes, he and Vanessa watched eagerly while "Elly" stroked the brainy young man's hardening dick. Stewart began getting hard and -- fuck! - Linn was shocked to see how hard and big he was getting. His cock had to be at least 9 inches long and Linn slid him into her mouth, suppressing the gag reflex and sucking her first dick. From the moment the cock had entered her mouth, Linn knew she was fated to be a whorish, wild uninhibited slut . Cock was good , cock was fun -- could anything be better? Vanessa was ecstatic that her instincts had been correct -- Linn had unplumbed depths and now she had a co-hort in depravity. Linn was sucking with abandon, but Vanessa leaned over and whispered in her friend's ear. Linn nodded and moved away from Stewart's cock and turned her body around. She wanted it a different way -- she wanted to be fucked from behind, like a true slut. Stewart was only-too happy to oblige -- he fucked the younger beauty like a man possessed, Elly was the best fuck he'd ever had, not that he'd known many. His sexual activities were somewhat lacking, he considered himself lucky he and James were buds, because it got him a lot of pussy he wouldn't normally get, although Elly seemed to like him well enough. He made a note to look for her in school on Monday. A rather good fuck was being given to the sensual young woman, but there was a bit more depravity on the way. Sensing her friend wanted to experience even more kink, Vanessa instructed James to move closer and just what it was she was asking of him. He nodded and tapped "Elly" on the shoulder. The brazen teen looked over at him, eyes a bit glazed with lust, but her slutty instincts took over. She took his dick in her mouth and sucked cock while firmly being impaled on Stewart's dick. Okay -- she'd been wrong. Cock was fun, but two cocks were even better. She was at the zenith of her sluttiness, reveling in it while her friend watched. Vanessa's instincts had been right on the money -- the only thing she wanted now was to see if Linn could be convinced to sleep with Vanessa herself, but that could wait. The fact that the girl was already comfortable being watched spoke volumes about her underlying sexual nature. Linn climaxed and James loosed his load in her mouth, which "Elly" swallowed greedily, astonishing Vanessa with how easily she did so. Steve was about ready to cum, but he yanked his dick out and both girls took cock and cum with loving bliss. The girls cuddled together while the boys fixed some snacks and a few drinks, which was fine now. Linn knew she'd likely never be the same person again -- happily! WooHoo! "What's next for you, hot stuff?" Vanessa said, kissing Linn's cheek. "Hmm -- think we could find a few more guys for a Gang-Bang? I think I could handle that!" Linn said, watching Vanessa's jaw drop. Even all these years later, Linn's memories were as clear as crystal. She had lost touch with her dear friend -- she wondered what had happened to Vanessa in these intervening years. While she rushed to get changed, she knew she'd have to locate Vanessa -- with good reason! Making Amends Ch. 02 So he spent the night sleeping in his car in the garage. Bill was up at the crack of dawn, never really sleeping. He made coffee and sat with his head in his hands at the kitchen table. Mid morning he heard the shower running in the master bedroom, later Sally shuffled in wearing an oversized terry cloth robe. In a word she looked like hell. When she saw Bill sitting at the kitchen table, looking like the beaten man he was, she began to cry. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't even remember most of the night before, but from what she saw when she showed and how brused her body felt she knew it was terrible. And she knew Bill had seen it all. Bill looked at her, a tear running down his face. He simply said, "I don't think we should talk now. I can't handle it and I don't think you are up to it." He went into the garage and puttered with his tools all day. Bill periodically looked into the house letting Sally clean up the mess. At least she cried as she vacuumed up her pubic hair from the living room carpet he noted to himself. Making Amends Ch. 03 ---One month later---- Bill and Sally were barely talking. That life altering Saturday, after Bill had picked up their son from his sleepover, they had eaten dinner as a family in silence except for the excited chatter of their son. Sally was finally feeling a bit better and had fixed her usual good "family" meal. It had taken her all day to recover from the alcohol she had consumed. She was not used to drinking and had the world's worst hangover. Unfortunately, Sally not drinking very much was something that had changed over the past month. Bill noticed that Sally was drinking wine everyday and based on the number of bottles in the trash, she was consuming more and more as their family was falling apart. They hadn't had sex. They hadn't even kissed or held each other. One time when Sally touched Bill's arm he jumped and literally ran from the room. This sent Sally off on another crying jag. Crying was something that they both did a lot of. They tried to hide it from their son, but even he knew something was wrong, and hugged his mother at every chance saying, "Don't be sad Mommy." That first night, after their son had gone to bed, Bill moved all Sally's things into the spare bedroom. He stayed in the master bedroom saying "he couldn't sleep in the spare room after what had gone on in there." Sally, for her part, could remember only flashes of what had happened in the bedroom with Jim and the others. She didn't say anything and quietly watched as Bill carried armload after armload of her clothes to the other room. As bad as things were at home, they were even worse on Monday morning when Bill had to go to work. As a joke Frank had hung Sally's bra from Bill's office doorknob, effectively letting everyone in the company know that Bill was a cuckold. After enduring several comments from Jim about what a great piece of ass his wife was, and how Jim knew that since Sally had tasted his cock she would be calling him for a repeat performance, Bill lost it. He smashed his computer to the floor and ran from the building stopping only to yell, "I quit," to Jim and, "if I see you near Sally again I will kill you." In a smug tone he replied, "Hey that's OK Bill. I'm sorry you are quitting, but if Sally calls me for a repeat performance I won't turn her down." Bill stormed out of the office. After driving around the city for a few hours, Bill finally stopped at a bar and drank away the hurt. He was so drunk the bartender took his keys and called a cab to take him home. It was after midnight when Bill stumbled into the house. Sally was waiting for him on the living room couch. Tears in her eyes, as usual. "I loved you more than life," Bill cried as he crawled up the stairs. "Now I can't get the image of you... and THEM out of my head." Sally began to respond. She was mad that he was drunk and upset that he had worried her. She shot back, "What about the image of you and that...." But she stopped mid sentence. She knew in terms of infidelity and cheating the score card wasn't even close. Bill fell into bed without another word being spoken. Fortunately Bill was successful and well known in business, so he was able to get another job almost immediately. He was actually making a bit more money at his new company. Bill made it a point with his new boss to tell him that he would not travel overnight. He would travel only during the day, and would never go to conventions. Bill was home every night. Despite the tension in the house his son seemed to be handling it. Since he couldn't or wouldn't spend time with Sally, Bill spent most of his time being a great father. They tried to get back to normal, but Bill could not get the images of four oily cocks sliding in and out of Sally's cunt and mouth out of his mind. He hoped time would heal the wounds. He told Sally that. She hoped so as well. But the passing of time didn't help. If anything it was worse. Sally continued to stay in the guest room and they never touched each other. Over the weeks Sally begged for forgiveness, tried to explain how things had gotten out of hand. "I was drunk." "It wasn't what I wanted." Finally she even said, "It was like I was been raped." To that Bill said, "Yeah, like the old adage, If rape is inevitable, then lay back and enjoy it." "I didn't......," Sally's voice faltered. "Yeah, that's what I thought." During this time Bill re-told her the real details of the night at the convention, adding, "Funny thing about it Sally, my skin never even touched hers. You can't say that. And as much as Jim and the others fuc..." He couldn't make himself say the word out loud to her. He never had. He repeated, "As much as Jim and the others screw around outside their marriages, then you had better go see a Doctor to see if you caught anything. At least you are on the pill so we don't have to worry about that." Sally finally broke. "Say it Bill.. SAY FUCK... SAY IT." It was the first time Bill had ever heard his wife use the vulgar word. At least vulgar in this setting, and she was screaming it at the top of her lungs. "SAY IT! TELL ME ... I F-U-C-K-E-D FOUR MEN. TELL ME I HAVE SOME DESEASE THAT ONLY A WHORE SHOULD HAVE. SAT IT! FUCK... FUCK... FUCK!!!!!! He couldn't get past his hurt. He didn't say a word. Sally ran from the room slamming the door to her room. "Thank God their son was at a friends house," Bill thought to himself. An hour later Bill went to Sally's room and gently knocked on the door. "Are you OK Sally?" "Go away Bill. I can't stand this anymore." "But Sally.." "Don't worry Bill I won't do anything stupid. I just have to think. Somehow I need to fix this or we will never be a family again." Then the sobs began again. Bill walked away from the door, his heart breaking. "She was right, this couldn't go on, they were both loosing weight, and he hadn't been sleeping. Looking at the bags under Sally's eyes he didn't think she had either," he thought to himself. That night, after Bill had gone to bed in the master bedroom, he heard a soft tap on the door. Bill laid the book he was reading aside and said, "Come in, its open." Bill had been closing the door to the master bedroom but not locking it. Sally entered the room silently and stood there in her white gown, the same one he had given her. The same one she had worn on that night a month ago. "Bill, I love you. We have to get past this. Please let me back into your life." "Sally, I am in your life. I am here taking care of my family. Taking care of my home and my son." For the first time in weeks Sally stiffened and stood her ground. "It's not a family. Well its not a real family now. It is like we are strangers who both just happen to be taking care of a little boy together. I can't stand this anymore Bill." Sally began to unbutton her gown. Slowly her beautiful body came into view. Bill noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra and panties. "Of course not," he thought, "Jim and Frank have those." "Don't you want me anymore Bill?" The gown slid down her body and puddle around her feet. "I know we were never the greatest or craziest lovers, but I always loved making love with you! That's what we had... Love... and I can't loose it. I want it back. Love me again Bill. Please show me you still love me. Make love to me." Bill drank in the sight of his naked and vulnerable wife. Despite his mixed emotions his cock began to stir. He was getting hard for the first time in a month. Sally stood there. It was so unlike her. Not that she exactly hid her body, but she usually got undressed in the bathroom, or after the lights were out. While Bill had seen her naked occasionally, it had never been like this. She was standing there with a pleading look on her face. Naked in the light. Bill had to admit that she was breathtaking. He wanted her. Until he noticed between her legs. "Your hair hasn't grown back yet?" was his terse reply. He hated himself as soon as he said it. He should have been comforting, should have been at least appreciative of her attempt. Instead he attacked her. "I...I... I shaved it again. I thought you would like it." "If I like it or not doesn't matter. We both know who does like it though. Don't we?" Tears began to form and her head bowed. Then Sally gathered herself, stood up straight and fought back the tears. "Oh Bill, I want to be with YOU, only you! I did this for you and I am not going to give up on US!" Sally strode purposefully to the bed and leaning down kissed her husband hard on the lips. Then she took his hand and pulled it to the juncture between her legs. Bill's was shocked and his head fell back onto the pillow. His hand instinctively cupped the warmth between his wife's legs. That's when the vision came. His hand froze. It was the mental image of Jim shaving her pussy, then the image of Sally naked on her knees while cum shot into her mouth. And even worse the visions his mind had created of Sally in the bedroom with his four former co-workers. They had never discussed what happened. Sally couldn't remember much of it, and Bill's images were the worst possible. Double and triple penetrations, hour after hour of Sally fucking and sucking the four men, until none of them, even Sally could cum anymore. Bill's body involuntarily tensed at the images that pushed into his head. His stomach rolled violently. Pushing Sally away, he struggled to his feet and almost made it into the toilet in the bathroom before he threw up all over the tile floor. Later after cleaning up he could hear Sally softly crying in the guest room. At that moment he realized that what had happened was destroying both of them. He knew that he needed to be a MAN. He knew for both of their sakes that he had to leave. He would have to give up his family for Sally and him to survive. Bill even admitted to himself that in the long run it would be better for his son. Having two parents who couldn't be with each other was not a healthy way to grow up. Later when he was back in bed, alone, Bill cried. Not because of the visions of his wife's gang-bang, but because he finally accepted the death of his family. Now Sally had to accept it as well. Making Amends Ch. 03 Most of the appetizers were now ready, so Linn decided it was time to take a shower and change. Horny beyond belief at her recollections of her previous debauched behavior, she began slowly caressing herself under the warm water. It felt good and her libido was quickly rising. The girls were not going to be safe later on tonight -- she couldn't wait for everyone to arrive. Linn recalled just how much she'd been looking forward to her 19th birthday. Vanessa would make sure she had a great time, she had made that promise to the girl who'd been her best friend since childhood. Linn knew that Vanessa was as good as her word, after all, it'd been Vanessa that had recently helped Linn "come out of her shell" - so to speak. Linn would be forever grateful to her blonde, free-spirited friend. Curvy, sexy, kinky Vanessa had been the one who'd helped introduce Linn to the wonderful world of wild, kinky sex. They had seized upon the opportunity of Linn's parents being absent at her Aunt Stephanie's, and taken the beautiful black-Filipino girl out to a nightclub where Vanessa knew they could find a stud for Linn. They surely had succeeded in that goal, first with a friend named Stewart, then Vanessa lent Linn her own stud, a hunky jock named James. Linn had fucked them both separately, then together, under Vanessa's approving eye. Even today, all these years later, with all those sexual pleasures she'd experienced, the memory excited Linn. Her fingers flew in and out of her pussy as she recalled every kinky moment. Now that she'd discovered sex, there was no turning back for Linn -- she loved it, craved it, needed it and demanded it. Linn had been more adventurous than even she dreamed of being that evening, but she was anxious to try more. One afternoon, the girls were having coffee at Linn's favorite cafe, "Cafe Bon Choix". Over a chocolate-raspberry flan the girls shared, Vanessa was pumping her friend for birthday gift ideas. Linn, who liked fine lingerie [ which she hid from her overly-strict parents ] surprised her best friend when she stated her desire. Her dark eyes narrowed slightly, betraying her exotic background and Linn looked directly into Vanessa's baby-blues and stated simply "I want an Orgy." Straightforward, to the point. Simple as that. Vanessa didn't even blink. She just said "Are you sure?" The tall half-black beauty smiled, showing a row of perfect, white teeth. It was so amusing that Vanessa wasn't used to the "new" her quite yet, that she could still be taken aback. "Oh yeah -- it's one of the things on my list, my `To Do' list before I commit to Mark. I want to know the ultimate experience and it's going to be now or never. So 'Nessa, what do you think? Got some folks that'd like to screw my gorgeous black bod?" Vanessa thought that was a ridiculous question. It was like asking someone if they wanted free money or to go to the Playboy mansion. Vanessa had always thought Linn was one of the most exquisite creatures she'd ever known, although at times Linn didn't seem to be aware of how devastatingly beautiful she truly was. She knew it was her parent's fault, insisting Linn "dress down" and hiding her light under a bushel. Slowly, the real Linn was coming to the surface. Granting her friend's birthday wish would be no problem for Vanessa. A lot of Vanessa's male admirers would find "Elly" a real turn-on. Last time out, the boys had hinted they would've loved to see Vanessa and her friend rolling around and eating each other's pussies, but Vanessa didn't think Linn was ready for that just yet. Eager to get things started, Vanessa gave Linn a big hug, promising to call when it was all set up. Linn finished her coffee and headed home. Her parents gave her the 3rd-Degree - again - and Linn knew she couldn't live at home much longer. The telephone in Linn's bedroom rang early next morning -- Linn answered it with a groggy "Hello?" "Heya, you hot little whore! So, are you ready to get the stuffing fucked out of you tonight?" Linn perked right up. "You set it up that fast?" Vanessa laughed. "Hell, yeah. Stewart and James want another crack at your hot little cunt and they said they know tons of guys who'd like to get a taste of that black pussy of yours -- a few girls who'd like to help us out if we get tired. You sure ? Because there can be no backing out if we go for it! This isn't something you can take back, you know." "Hell yeah, I'm sure." Vanessa relayed all of the information to Linn and promised to come over later and help Linn get ready for her night of debauchery, once again transforming her into "Elly". Linn knew it'd likely be for the last time and there were pangs of regret -- she kind-of liked being "Elly", but she knew she was playing with fire. Her mother and father played Mah-Jong tonight with longtime friends of her mother's, so the coast would be clear. But that wouldn't always be true, not as long as Linn lived under her parent's roof. She adored Mark and she knew that he loved her -- but there was a small part of her that knew marrying him was so she could get out from under their watchful eyes. True to her word, Vanessa showed up a bit before 7 and helped Linn transform herself into "Elly" once more. Linn wore the tightest black leather pants she owned, a simple white blouse with no bra and her new favorite stiletto heels. Vanessa was similarly attired, her pants were a brown leather and her top was a cream color, underneath she wore a lacy bra. Both women looked hot -- and ready to fuck. Vanessa had pulled out all the stops to make sure this was an evening that Linn would never forget. Vanessa looked at her friend and was practically salivating with desire, but she kept it in check, playing it cool. Being from a rather well-to-do background, Vanessa had rented a rather plush Hotel Suite for the event. She took Linn in her MG and when they reached their destination, the girls had a few drinks from the well-stocked bar. Linn's heart was doing somersaults as she waited for the others. Luckily for Linn's libido, they didn't wait long. A short time later, there was a knock on the door and in walked Stewart and James, followed by a tall black man she didn't recognize -- and then, a tiny redheaded girl. "Thought you might want to mix it up a bit babe!" Vanessa cooed. "Plus, if one of the guys tires out or you need a break -- Jackie's here to help out." Jackie leaned over to Vanessa and kissed her, then planted a tentative kiss on Linn's mouth. Linn didn't shrink away -- a good sign, Vanessa noted. "Let's get this party started people!" Linn whooped -- only slightly inebriated, she began stripping out of her clothes. Vanessa was still coming to terms with Linn's new up-for-anything attitude, but she turned to see Jackie stripping out of her short-shorts and crop-top and the men following suit. She shrugged her shoulders and began doing the same as the others, getting naked fast! "Elly" jumped on the spacious double bed and her first lover, Stewart, joined her. She loved his cock -- long and slender and he knew how to use it. It went into her mouth while she watched Vanessa blow James and Jackie fellating the other black stud -- whose name, she overheard, was Blake. She was watching Jackie with rapt attention for a few minutes -- the little redhead was a spitfire and she sure seemed to love giving a blowjob. Linn found herself comparing techniques -- she had watched Vanessa give head, she was slow and deliberate. Jackie was voracious and hungry, like she was starved for cock. She moved her body to and fro as she sucked dick, it was very sexual. On the other side, Vanessa had begun her sexfest for the evening, and from the moaning and groaning from James, it was obvious 'Nessa was pleasing the young man. It didn't take long for the raw scent of sexual heat to fill the room. Linn's cunt was soaked already, the girls were moaning and whimpering, Stewart's sandy hair was already slicked back from perspiration as Linn sucked his dick. She'd watched both Jackie and Vanessa give head and she took one from "Column A" and one from "Column B" as she sucked him off. The other girls were further along. Jackie's petite body was already being screwed by Blake and Vanessa was being assfucked by James. There was a lot of noise and partying, the birthday was off to a great start! Everyone moved around -- Linn watched Stewart plow Jackie's tight, fiery pussy while Blake gave it to Vanessa hard from behind, while she screeched and carried on. James had Linn impaled on his throbbing shaft and "Elly" was loving every hard inch of it. "Oh fuck, this is so depraved!" she yelled to the group. Both of the other girlfriends smiled at her, Jackie was happy to have been invited and wondered why she'd never met Elly before -- she sure loved her sex! Jackie thought this exotic beauty was a girl after her own heart and wondered if she swung with other girls? She promised to ask Vanessa before the end of the night, because if Elly swung with other chicks, then sure as hell Vanessa had feasted on that dark, smoldering little bitch! It was time to change around a bit, to mix things up, Linn thought. Stewart and James were out-of-action for a few minutes, so Linn's pussy was tended to by Blake. It didn't leave Jackie or Vanessa out of the action though -- they moved easily into a hot session of girl-on-girl loving. Linn was surprised at first, she had no idea her friend was bisexual -- she wasn't sure she was ready for that, but tiny little Jackie was certainly an appealing little minx. Linn certainly knew how beautiful Vanessa was. This was something she'd have to think about, Linn knew. Did she want to go that extra mile? She and Vanessa would be rooming together at College soon -- it would certainly come up, Linn knew that. Mark had wanted them to share an apartment, but her parents would have freaked if she moved in with her boyfriend. Shit , Linn thought, Why am I thinking about all this NOW ? "Okay guys -- time to give this Birthday Whore what she wants. Your party, Elly babes ... " Vanessa grinned " ... who goes where?" Taking direction of the orgy, Linn ordered Stewart to fuck her ass, she let James enter her cunt and she blew Blake's meaty organ. Linn was truly "slutting out" and she was loving every second of it. Anal would never be a fave, she knew, but Stewart had just the right kind of cock for it. James's strong arms held her in place while the dark-haired stud fucked her, Blake's dark cock slid in and out of her mouth. Vanessa and Jackie assisted wherever they could, even licking Linn's nipples -- hmmm, that didn't feel too bad, Linn noted. Linn was in heaven, it felt so good to be packed with cock and be the object of sexual adoration. Her entire body was being used and degraded, but in a loving way, and besides, she controlled every second of it. She let Blake move around and he switched places with James. She insisted Stewart stay put -- his slender cock was perfect for the anal drilling she was getting. "Harder, you wonderful bastards, fuck me like a slut -- Christ, I am a slut, I fucking love this!" Linn screeched as the bacchanal continued. Beside her, she saw Vanessa and Jackie eating each other again and it was fucking sexy. Her reserve was giving way and she knew she was certainly bi-curious as she watched her best friend and the pretty redhead suck pussy with practiced fervor. Linn was happy that her birthday was such a "rousing" success. She could see that Vanessa was having fun, the guys were certainly going to get their balls drained and pixie-like Jackie was obviously having the time of her life. Linn knew that in the years to "cum", she'd look back upon this and smile with the widest of grins. The sight of cocks in her ass, pussy and mouth, combined with the sensations the other girls were causing her, all of it pushed Linn over the brink. She climaxed and she could feel Stewart shoot into her bowels, while James's cum shot deep into her gullet. Blake was the last to cum, but he let loose the largest load. The girls cleaned her up with hands and tongues and she had another mini-climax. "I guess a tongue is a tongue!" Linn mused to herself. For a second, she thought Vanessa and Jackie lingered a bit too long, but she just let it go. Everyone sat around later, drinking and ordering Room Service. Jackie, the little scamp, shocked the Bellman by answering the door nude. "Guess he got HIS tip!" she tittered. Everyone laughed uproariously. Linn could see from the way everyone was looking at everyone else and fidgeting around that they were going to go again. She suggested a Daisy Chain, and as people moved into position, Linn wondered how the hell she'd top this one for Vanessa's birthday in June. Hmm -- would tiny little Jackie be willing to join them for an all-girl afternoon of pleasure? Linn had JUST the dildo she thought would thrill Vanessa's horny pussy. Bi-curious, my ass , Linn chuckled. Linn got out of the shower after having about 3 climaxes under the warm spray. She was certainly ready for the girls, all her senses had come fully alive. Dressing herself in a multi-colored chiffon dress, her hair long and flowing, naughty underwear underneath, she was happy. While she slid on her heels, Linn realized her life was almost exactly where she'd always hoped it would be. Linn realized in many ways she had Vanessa to thank for all of this and there was a pang of regret there had only been that one time with her best friend. But oh, what a time it had been. Making Amends Ch. 04 When Bill woke on Saturday morning he was surprised to find Sally up and working at her small desk in the kitchen. She was making notes and talking on the phone. Coffee was brewing and Sally pointed to it as she finished her phone call. She looked very tired to Bill. But she looked very determined. She had a just scrubbed look about her. Her hair was damp and she wore a crisp white blouse and a pair of blue jeans. Into the phone she said, "Ok, thank you. I'll see you then." Bill poured himself a cup of coffee and turned to face her just as she said, "Goodbye" and hung up the phone. Bill was depressed, and he took a long sip of coffee to give himself some energy for the discussion he knew he must have with his wife. "No reason to drag this out," he thought. "Sally we need to talk," he said quietly. Silence hung in the air for a long moment. Sally looked hard at him. "Your right Bill and we are going to talk." "Sally look, this is killing both of us. Something has got to change." "Bill, I agree. But listen to ........" "Sally," Bill interrupted. "You know that family is everything to me. But this family is being torn apart. Before any damage is done to our son, and any more damage is done to us, I need to leave." Sally felt her stomach fall. She got dizzy and Bill stepped forward to steady her before she fainted. In a moment after she composed herself Sally stood straight once again and with a ferocity in her voice that Bill had rarely if ever heard Sally answered. "Bill, I love you more than anything in my life except our son. We are a family and I am going to do whatever is necessary to make us a family." "Sally.." "Quiet Bill," Sally said firmly. "You said what you had to now I am going to say what I have to." "I know how hard it was for you to decide to walk away from us. I know that because I know the kind of man you are. And you would do anything rather than walk away or give up on your family. That's one of the reasons I love you so much." "I am going to fight for you Bill. A month ago I did something entirely out of my normal mousy life style." "Sally your not mousy..." "Hush Bill. I know what kind of person I am. I am very much like you. I am steady family oriented, and boring. We have a great family, and I blew it by not talking with you before... before....you know. I blew it by trying to 'make amends' for you. I did it by doing something so outrageous, so out of character for me that it got out of control. And now our whole family is paying the price. You most of all Bill." Sally looked deeply into Bill's eyes. "I didn't know how to fix it before now. So I went back to my introverted mousy behavior. Hoping that we could get back to the way we were before. But I have figured something out over the past month. You want to know what that is?" "Oh Sally, I didn't realize how hurt you are. I have been..." "I'm going to tell you Bill. We can't go back to the way we were before!" "I know that's why I have to leave." "Listen to me, my one true love. We can never get back to where we were before. Its impossible. Me acting like I have never acted before in my life is what got us to this point. This crazy point where you are ready to do the hardest thing for you to do, leave your family." "Sally...." "Bill, I thought going back to being the dull, boring wife would fix things. But in the last few days I have realized that I was wrong. Crazy out of character behavior on my part is what got us into this mess and I believe that that kind of behavior is the only way for us to get past it. That's what I was trying to do last night when I came into your room. But it wasn't enough, you still saw me as that wife and mother who had betrayed you. It made you literally sick. It made me sick to. So I am going to get past the sickness." "I don't understand." "Bill, I want you to do four things for me today. When you are done, if you still think leaving is the right thing to do then I will cry and kiss you goodbye and make the best life I can for me, my son and even you when I see you. But before you go and leave your family, give me today! Just give me one more day." "Sally I just don't know what good anymore time...." "For the love you used to have for me. For the love of your son, for the family you cherished before I threw it away, please do this. It is only one more day. Do these four things for me." With tears welling up in his eyes, realizing that Sally was going to fight for them, for him Bill softly said, "OK Sally. I'll do whatever you want today. Then I'll go." Sally hugged him tightly. After several minutes of just holding him Sally said, "The first one is easy. Just get our son out of bed, feed him breakfast and take him to Janet's house. She will keep him until tomorrow." "Ok, but I don't see how that will help us." That's only number one. There are three more things you promised to do for me. Stay at Janet's until noon. Then come home. That's when you will find out about my second request. Sally stayed busy on the phone as I got my boy ready to leave. She spoke in hushed tones and I never could catch what she was saying, but she made several calls. I said a simple "goodbye" as we left. Sally gave me what I would call a worried, but hopeful smile, then she waved us out the door. The phone was still against her ear. At precisely noon I pulled back into our driveway. Sally's car was at the house, but she wasn't there. That puzzled and worried me a bit. Who had she gone off with? Maybe she was leaving me. Inside the house propped on the kitchen table was a large manila envelope. "Oh God," he thought, "she is leaving and this is her 'Dear John" letter to me. I have driven her away." Inside the envelope was one page written in Sally loopy writing style and a plastic card. There also was a business envelope. I looked at the familiar business envelope. It was from my old company, and it had Jim's personalized stationary. "Oh God," I thought "she gone to him. That bastard!" My mind flashed back to Jim's comments about how Sally would want more of him, and he would never turn her down because she was a 'great piece of ass'." My hand was shaking so hard that I could barely read what Sally had written. My darling Bill, What you saw on the TV last month and what you imagined in the guest room has been destroying us both. Truthfully, I don't remember much of the night. I think the images in our heads must be worse than reality. There is only one solution. We must both find out exactly what went on. Without you being restrained and without me being drunk. The only way for both of us to know for sure is to reenact that fateful night. Along with this letter is a key card to room 2125 of the Downtown Hilton. I have asked Frank and the others to meet Jim and me there. I have asked them to SHOW us both what exactly happened. My second request, one I pray you will honor, is to COME TO THE HOTEL NOW! After all it was the five of you who started this. It is only right that you are all present today. Please follow us, I need you to be there. I need for us both to know! Love Always, Sally Oh God, she was going to do it again. She had let Jim take her to a hotel where she would have sex with all four of them again. I tore open Jim's envelope. Inside there was a twenty dollar bill and another note. This note was in Jim's masculine scrawl. Billy Boy, I knew she wouldn't be able to get enough of me. I think $20 is the going rate, isn't it? Ha Ha! Like last time I plan on getting a lot more than $20's worth of pleasure from your sexy wife! Jim Bill ran out of the kitchen to the garage and drove downtown at break neck speed. His mind was spinning. Did she want to run off with Jim? Did she love him? Why did she want me to see them all together? Wasn't once enough? Didn't she know doing this again would drive me away forever? Is that what she wanted, did she want me to leave and never look back? The Downtown Hilton was a high rise hotel and to Bill it seemed an eternity as the elevator rose to the 21st floor. He was shaking as the elevator door opened. He was so upset that he miss read the room sings and ended up walking around the whole floor before he found himself standing in front of room 2125. He stared blankly at the room number and the small glass lens that covered the door's peephole. "Oh god, what is she doing in there with them?" His mind screamed. "Why have I been so cold and such a bastard over the past month. Have I driven her to this?" He tried looking into the peephole from the outside to see if there was anyway to determine what was happening in the room, but it was impossible to see anything except a point of light. "Dammit", he thought. "This isn't my fault. Sally is the one who let those four sons of bitches do..." His mind couldn't help but replay what he had seen, what he had imagined. Bill got pissed off at his wife all over again. To himself he said, "Well if this is what she wants to do. To drive the last nail into the coffin of our family, so be it. After this I know that there can never be anything left of us or our love." Steeling himself for what he thought he would surely see when he entered the room, Bill stood straight, wiped his wet eyes with the back of his hand and said, "The hell with it." He jammed the key card into the electronic lock and pushed open the door so hard that it crashed with a loud thump against the wall. Sitting around the room in golf clothes where the four men, Bill's old workmates. The men who just a month earlier had used and defiled his wife, the love of his life. Sally stood in the middle of the room. Bill immediately noticed that she was wearing a tight white blouse and a short black skirt. The skirt looked like an old one that Sally had kept for years. Something that she might have wore years ago when she was in college. She certainly didn't wear skirts that short anymore. He could help but notice how good her legs looked, and how her breasts looked big and inviting under the tight blouse. Next to Sally was a boom-box playing some sensual jazz, and a large bottle of clear liquid. It was a baby oil bottle. "Dam she was going to do it again," thought Bill. Finally he looked into his wife's face. He saw fear, and concern in her overly made up eyes. He noticed that her hands were frozen at her throat. To be more precise they were frozen on the third button down on her blouse. The first two buttons were already open. "Billy boy, boomed Jim's voice. We were not sure if you were going to make it. We finally convinced Sally to get started without you." "Shut up Jim." Glancing at his wife's face, he gave her a look of pure disgust and rage. With his voice quaking he said to Sally, "I made you a promise. I promised to give you today. But I am not going to watch this ..... again." Sally almost folded right then. But this was the only thing she could think of to save her marriage and her family. She reminded herself that, "she had to go further to get it back." She didn't know if this would be a new beginning or an end. But she was committed to see it through, and it was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. "Stay Bill, I need for you to stay. You promised and I am holding to you to your promise. Tonight you can leave me forever, but I need you with me for the rest of the day." Jim cut in, "I don't know what is up with you two, and I don't give a shit. But Sally said that we were going to get an encore of last month." Licking his lips and leering at Sally he added, "And baby I am ready to have a party." With that statement the arrogant Jim unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. If Billy boy wants to join in, that's fine, but I don't want him to ruin it for the rest of us." "Please Bill," Sally pleaded, "Just believe in me for a little while longer. Please let me finish this." Bill saw that he was outnumbered five to one. Even his so called loving wife wanted this. "Fine," he replied and leaned back against the wall crossing his arms in defiance. "But when you are finished, I expect all of you to swear what a SLUT she is in DIVORCE court." Sally could see the hatred in his eyes, and she died inside. She couldn't stand to see him looking at her like that. But she had to see this through. "All right," cheered Jim and Frank, "Lets see if you remember how to do a lap dance!" Picking up on Bill's acceptance one of the men turned up the volume on the boom-box and the four men started chanting, "Take it off. Take it off." Bill turned away and stared out the window, his breath coming in ragged gulps. "He would honor his promise, and by honoring it, he would end his marriage. At least he now knew that his wife wasn't the woman he though she was. He would probably be able to get custody of his son." He tried to think of a new life now that his old one was over. But out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help but notice Sally swaying to the music. He couldn't help but notice that her hands were busy at the front of her blouse. Sally finished unbuttoning her blouse and it hung open at her shoulders. The men cheered as they caught a glimpse of the considerable swell of her breasts, which were pushed up by her bra. Sally had danced to the middle of the floor and had one of the men sitting on each side of her. Bill continued to stand off to the side. His face turned toward the window as if he were ignoring the erotic dance his wife was doing only a few feet away. But his eyes continued to glance at her. And despite his decision to divorce the unfaithful bitch, his heart was still breaking. "Take it off.... Come on lets see those titties." Sally danced in a circle between the men and shrugging her shoulders let her blouse slide to the floor. "Yeah, way to go Sally... keep it coming..." Sally's hands went to her waist, she quickly unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down the zipper. It was if she wanted to hurry and get this over. The black skirt soon joined the blouse on the floor. Bill couldn't stand it. When the four men cheered their approval he looked over at his wife. She stood in a lacy panty and bra set. One he didn't recognize. One that was far different from the granny like panties and bras she usually wore. Sally didn't notice his look. She was looking down and kicking her clothes away from her feet. She took some time doing this, and it looked to Bill as if she were deliberately kicking them towards the door of the hotel room. As Sally looked up, Bill looked quickly away. Their eyes locked for just a moment. Both pairs of eyes filled with pain and embarrassment. In a low whisper that could barely be heard over the music Sally said, "I am not sure that you all told me the truth last month. What I wanted to know then and what I want to know now is how far the stripper went? There seems to be some disagreement." "Come on Sally we told you. She went ALL THE WAY," Jim chimed in. Bill couldn't contain himself and said, "Bullshit." "Come on Bill you know she got naked and gave us all blow jobs. Just because you didn't like it...." Jim caught himself realizing that he had said too much. Sally looked at Bill, "You told me the truth." Bill finally turned and faced his nearly nude wife. "Yeah, I told the truth. Not that it matters now." Learning for sure that Bill had been honest with her, bolstered Sally's confidence. "Ok, then," she said, "If that's what she did. But I'm not going to be the only one showing off what I've got. You guys want the whole treatment then you have to get naked. Then I'll do everything that w... whor....whore did." She finally got out the word. "You'll be our whore! Right Sally?" Jim immediately asked. He was thinking things were getting back on track for an afternoon of debauching the housewife. "Well boys, get naked and lets find out," Sally answered. Bill turned back toward the window, he wouldn't watch what was going to happen. It was comical how quickly the four men stripped. In just a few moments the four men naked. All sporting the beginnings of sizable hard-ons. Sally laughed and walked to each man saying, "let me take care of those clothes for you. We wouldn't want them wrinkled. That might be hard to explain to your wives." She collected, then folded the clothes, placing them on the dresser nearest the door. "Ok boys, everyone agrees that the stripper was topless. Ready to see my breasts... I mean tits," Sally said with a new found confidence. "Yeah, take it off... Lets see 'em." Sally danced into the middle of the room and reached behind her back. The bras loosened and with her best stripper move Sally held the cups over her breasts as the straps slipped loose. Dancing around the room she quickly dropped then replaced each cup giving every seated man a flash of her hard pink nipples. "All right! God your beautiful." Sally dropped her bra and it was quickly picked up and held to the nose of one of the men. "Oh I forgot about the Baby Oil," laughed Sally. "You guys like your strippers oiled up as I recall." "Yes. God this is great. And her old man is not doing a dam thing." Frank cheered. Sally shook her tits in the face of every man. And her large c-cup breasts danced as if they had of life of there on. Now there were four very hard erections pointed at her. Sally danced to the desk and picked up the bottle of Baby Oil. "Hey guys," she said, "how about I oil up those beautiful hard cocks and then you can rub the oil all over me." Bill sagged against the wall. He couldn't help it and a tear coursed down his cheek. Bill and Frank were on their feet immediately. They approached Sally and didn't stop until their hard red cocks were only inches from her body. As they approached Sally squirted a liberal amount of Oil onto her hands. "Come on boys, let me feel how hard this housewife stripper has made you. Let me play with your hard cocks." Sally reached down and took a hard cock into each oily hand. She quickly stroked up and down the length of each, then lowered her hands and rolled their testicles around like they were marbles. "Oh, that feels so good," Bill quipped. Baby, I can't wait to have you suck me off again. Then I'll give you the fucking of your life!" Bill couldn't stand it. He turned and seeing his wife in only her panties, breasts swaying as she manipulated the two cocks in her hands, he charged the group. "Get away for her or I'll kill you!" Bill bellowed. Sally released the cocks and took a step back. "Hey what the...," Jim said. Sally ran towards the door of the room. She picked up her blouse and skirt. She looked for her bra and saw it wrapped around the cock of one of the still seated men. He was slowly stroking his cock with the while lace. "Owww," cried Frank. "What the...," Jim said shocked. Bill had stopped in mid charge and looked at Sally who was struggling into her skirt. "It hurts...," moaned Frank. Jim fell to the floor grasping his groin. Sally pushed her arms into her sleeves forgetting about her bra and looked at her startled husband. "Come on Bill, lets get out of here. NOW," she commanded. By now both Frank and Jim were writhing on the floor in a fetal position. Sally grabbed the men's clothes and with her blouse still flapping open took the few steps to the door and pushed it open. "NOW BILL, Come on!" Bill, still not understanding, followed his wife into the hallway, The room door slammed shut behind them. Even with the door closed they could hear Frank and Jim begin to scream. Sally was cleaning her hands on the men's clothes trying to get the oil off. She stopped at a trash receptacle and pushed the clothes into it, then went running towards the elevator. Bill followed behind. As they arrived at the elevator the sliding doors opened and a bellboy and an older couple got off. The teenaged bellboy starred at Sally's still exposed breasts. The older woman in a biting tone said, "You think she'd get dressed before leaving her room." Making Amends Ch. 04 The older man simply smiled, and gave a surprised Bill a big thumbs up sign. As the door shut behind them Sally actually giggled. "I am sorry Bill, I didn't mean to flash them, but I wanted to get out of there fast." Despite himself Bill smiled, "I think you made his day." Then the mirth passed, "Sally what the hell is going on? What happened back there?" Sally finished buttoning her blouse then looking up at her husband she said, "Muscle liniment for horses. Ten time hotter then 'Ben-gay'." "Oh my God," was all Bill could say. "Bill lets get to the car. I don't think they can follow us, at least not for awhile without their clothes. I'll explain on the way home. You still have 2 promises to keep.... before you leave." Sally said the last with a hopefulness in her voice. She hoped that he would say that he would think about NOT leaving. But Bill was silent. Making Amends Ch. 05 "Bill lets get to the car. I don't think they can follow us, at least not for awhile without their clothes. I'll explain on the way home. You still have 2 promises to keep…. before you leave." Sally said the last with a hopefulness in her voice. She hoped that he would say that he would think about NOT leaving. But Bill was silent. --------------- As they drove away from the hotel Sally said, "Thank you for coming Bill. You kept your word." With bitter sarcasm he replied, "I take my word seriously Sally. I never break a vow." "Oh Bill I have hurt you so much. I know that. And when I heard what that SOB Jim said in the room. I knew that you had been telling me the truth all along." Bill just made a "Hmmmp" sound. "Bill, I know that was hard for you, but I needed you to see what I intended to do last month. I was so mad at you when you confessed about that night at the convention. I realize now that what I intended wasn't right, but I didn't think it through. Then it went so much farther than I intended. I was only going to do a little strip tease for them. I knew you would be upset, but I was upset and I thought it would make you see how I felt. I wanted you to know how much it hurt when someone you love betrays a trust. But it went much farther. Farther than I wanted. You have to believe me." "Yeah, as far as it could go Sally!" "I know Bill and it is killing both of us. It was the alcohol. You know I have never been much of a drinker." Bill looked over at her, "You have been drinking a lot lately. Is that part of the new you?" "Oh Bill," Sally sobbed, "at least you have noticed. Yes. Yes, I have been drinking a lot for the past month. First because I felt so bad and I was trying to forget what I had done, and then I thought I had better learn how to hold my liquor. Especially if you are not going to be around." Sally sniffed, "If you leave me." "Hmmp." "Did you see my intentions Bill this morning? Please tell me you understand." "I understand what you intended Sally, but it went so much farther. I can't forget and frankly I don't know if I can forgive." They road in silence for few minutes. Sally began shaking her hands. "Bill, please stop at a gas station, my hands are burning up. Oh God, Jim and Frank must be in agony." Bill actually chuckled at that thought as he turned into a convenience /gas station on the corner. "I must admit it was pretty funny seeing what you did to Jim and Frank. I wish you had put the hot cream on those other two bastards. When did you get that idea anyway?" He pulled the car into a parking place and Sally leapt out of the car waving her hands as if they were on fire. "I'll tell you when I get back. I have to wash this stuff off, it is unbearable." With that statement Sally was running into the store. Bill decided that he could use a soda, so he got out of the car and followed his wife into the store. Sally was standing in front of the counter arguing with the pimply faced teenaged boy behind the counter. "Lady, only customers get the restroom key. Otherwise everybody would be using the bathroom. That's the store policy." Bill noticed that Sally was hopping from one foot to the other shaking her hands in the air, obviously in distress. The clerk gave her a grin that was almost a leer. Then Bill realized why. As Sally jumped about in pain, her braless tits were bouncing. The old expression, "Like two squirrels fighting in a pillow case!" seemed to be an appropriate analogy. "Please, I just need to wash my hands," Sally pleaded. "I don't know," his eyes locked on the dark outline of Sally's nipples as they jiggled enticingly under the thin white blouse. Bill finally spoke up. "She's with me and I am going to buy something. Give her the key." The clerk reluctantly handed over the restroom key, taking his time, savoring every bounce of the housewife's unfettered breasts. Bill got a drink from the cooler, paid the clerk and walked back out to the car. Several minute later Sally rejoined Bill in the car. He couldn't help but notice, like the clerk had how tantalizing his wife's breasts looked as the swayed beneath her blouse. As she sat in the passenger seat Sally fought a battle to keep her shorter than usual skirt from exposing a huge expanse of thigh. He looked at her and tersely commented, "You rode in Bill's little sports car with that skirt on?" "I'm sorry, but yes. He thought he was going to get lucky again and I didn't want him to think different, so I dressed the part." "Well between those bastards in the room, the people in the elevator, and the clerk in the store you have been making quite a spectacle of yourself today." "Please Bill, don't get mad. Please just go along with me for your two more promises. Then if you can't…" Sally couldn't make herself say it. "OK. Now tell me about what you did with Jim and Frank." Sally actually smiled. "Those guys deserve a lot more than that. I wanted to show you what I intended to do on the day I was forcing you to make amends, and I wanted to get those bastard's back. So I used their own lust and desire to cheat against them. I promise you Bill, they are in agony now and will be for awhile. I hope they think twice before they try and pull a stunt like they did with me again." Bill couldn't keep a smile off his face. It was his first smile in a month. "Well I was thinking about catching them in a dark alley some night and kicking the crap out of them, but I must admit your payback is better." Back at the house Sally went to the kitchen sink and scrubbed her hands with the strongest detergent she could find, finally eliminating the last vestiges of the burning ointment. "Bill I know it is still only mid-afternoon, but would you pour me some wine. I think I will need it before I tell you about your third promise." Bill shook his head wondering about her new attitude, but acquiesced and went to pour her a glass. Until the past month he had never known Sally to have any alcohol before dinner. "Get yourself something to drink too," Sally said as she picked up the phone. Bill waited in the living room for her to get off the phone. Then handing her the glass he sat on the couch. His eyes went to the middle of the floor. The place where Sally's cunt had been shaved and where she had sucked her first cock. NOT HIS! She saw where he was staring and put her arm around his shoulder. "I love you Bill. I am so sorry and I am try to make amends. Please know that." Bill didn't respond. After a few minutes he asked, "Who were you calling? Janet to make sure our son is OK?" "No, I am sure he's fine. You'll find out who I was talking too shortly." As she finished that statement the doorbell rang. "Stay put Bill. It is time for you to fulfill promise number three." Sally too a deep breath as if to steel herself for what was to come. Then she went to the door and opened it. As surprising as this entire day had been to Bill, he almost fell off the couch as Sally escorted four women into their living room. It was the wives of the four bastards who had used his wife. The wives of his former friends and co-workers. Sally was talking to them. "So they told you they were playing golf today?" All four shook their heads giving a positive answer. The women seemed as nervous as Bill was surprised. The women were surprised to see Bill sitting in the living room, but the tension eased when Sally asked him to get them each a glass of wine and another for herself. As they all sat looking at each other Bill couldn't help but notice the difference between the women. They were all in their early 30's, with the exception of Jim's wife Cathy who Bill assumed was around 40 years old. His Sally was far and away the best looking of the five women, and Bill who had never considered these woman as a group before couldn't help but feel proud of her. Surprisingly Cathy, Jim's wife, was the best looking of the other wives. She was a petit and firery red head. She couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds soaking wet. The other three wives, all looked like typical house fraus. They all looked harried from work and kids and each was overweight from having babies and not dieting and exercising. That made Bill appreciate the way Sally looked, something he hadn't thought about in a long time . "God," Bill thought to himself as he watched his wife finish her second glass of wine, "she is so beautiful and she could probably still fit into the clothes she wore in college." Sally was the same size she always had been, except for her breasts which were actually bigger now, a nice benefit of having a child. "Ladies," Sally addressed the wives, "As you know, my Bill doesn't work with your husbands anymore. And despite a promise I made a month ago, its time to tell you why." Sally told the four women the entire story, from what had happened at the convention through leaving the four husbands naked in the Hilton only a couple of hours ago. She concluded the story by saying, "I don't think we have to be worried about seeing those boys anytime soon." With a glance and a smile at Bill she added, "I think they will be busy for awhile." The four wives sat in stunned silence. Only Cathy said, "That doesn't surprise me about Jim. He's been cheating on me for years and I have about had it. At least in the past he kept it away from friends and work. This time he has gone too far." Looking that the other wives Cathy said, "They really screwed up this time." The other wives nodded and there were even a couple of tears. "Well, that's what I wanted to tell you," Sally said. "Also, I wanted you to know that this whole thing may have destroyed my marriage. As you can imagine, what started out as me trying to force Bill to make amends for the convention has turned into me trying to make amends for what I did last month and again today. Although I did what I did today to show my husband what I intended and that I love him more than anything." Bill started to say something, but Sally cut him off. "I also need to apologize to you all. I should never have done what I did. A month ago I was only thinking of how mad I was at Bill, and I used your husbands without thinking about how it would affect you. That wasn't fair. Then again, since they had been guilty of cheating to I didn't worry about it. It wasn't like they were innocent. But you ladies were and I was wrong, for that I am sorry." Bill hadn't thought of that before and was actually proud of his wife for considering the feelings of the other ladies. Cathy asked, "Well what can we do about it?" Sally stood and got another glass of wine for herself. After taking a large gulp she said, "I don't know if Bill will ever forgive me. But I want him to. I need to make amends to him for what I have done and to make us even in our marriage...," Sally paused, a tear came to her eyes. "This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I love you so much Bill," Sally said directly to Bill. Then looking at each of the wives in turn she said, "To make Bill and I even, and maybe so each of you can get even with your husbands… I want Bill to make love to each of you!" "What!" Was the disbelieving cry from everyone, even Bill. Sally steeled herself, "Well making love isn't the right term. Your husband's didn't make love to me. They used me like a… a… whore. Soooooo, I want Bill to fuck each of you!" You could have heard a pin drop. Making Amends Ch. 06 "This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I love you so much Bill," Sally said directly to Bill. Then looking at each of the wives in turn she said, "To make Bill and I even, and maybe so each of you can get even with your husbands… I want Bill to make love to each of you!" "What" was a disbelieving cry from everyone, even Bill. Sally steeled herself, "Well making love isn't the right term. Your husband's didn't make love to me. They used me like a… a… whore. Soooooo, I want Bill to fuck each of you!" You could have heard a pin drop. ----------------------------- Turning to her husband, Sally said. "Bill this is the third thing I want you to do for me today." Bill, still shocked sputtered, "Sally, I can't… I mean they wouldn't…" Sally interrupted, "Bill the only way for us to be even, the only way for me to make amends for the way I let things get so far out of hand, is for you to do this." With a pleading look in her eyes, "Bill, please do this. It is killing me to think about you with them. Now I truly know how what I did with their husbands must have felt. I understand better how you have felt for the last month. God, this is so much harder than I thought it was going to be." One of the wives stood enraged. "Well I am not going to listen to anymore of this fairytale. I am going to find my husband and get to the bottom of this." With that the woman stomped to the door. Stomped is the right description as the woman was clearly 40 pounds overweight. There was silence in the room. Finally Cathy, Jim's wife said, "I can easily believe that my husband was the instigator of this. Quite frankly Jim hasn't been taking care of my needs for years. Now I know why." She smiled at Sally, "OK, Sally I'll be happy to teach the bastard a lesson. And it doesn't hurt that your husband is better looking and in better shape than mine. This will be fun!" The other two wives looked at each other, not sure if they should leave or join Cathy in helping Sally ‘make amends.' Frank's wife finally asked, "What would we have to do?" Sally said, "I don't remember much of what happened to me that night, but I know that each of your husband's received a blow job and fucked me, at least once. Cathy I can tell you that it will take several more than one blow job and fucking to get even for what Jim did." Sally blushed, "I can't believe I am using these words. I have never talked like this in my life. But they seem to be the only words that fit this situation." Bill slumped in his chair. Even though he had visualized that night many times, this was the first time he had heard Sally say it. It both made him sick and mad at the same time. "OK, I'm in," Cathy said, standing up. "Since Sally seems to have made sure that we won't be interrupted by our husbands let's do it right now!" Bill was in shock. In the space of a couple of hours he had watched his wife do a striptease for four men, and now he was being asked to have sex with the four men's wives. All this was being done in some insane effort to make amends for both his and Sally's indiscretions. "Come'on big boy lets go find a bed," stated Cathy as she walked to Jim's chair. Taking his hand she pulled him to his feet. "Do it Bill," Sally asked. She was not able to look Bill in the eye. "Then we can get on with our lives. It is the only thing I can think of that will hopefully get us past this mess." Frank's wife chimed in, "Should we do this together or one at a time?" "Well they were all together when they did me," Sally said, looking embarrassed, her eyes looking at the floor. "And the first time was right here in the living room." Sally walked to the closet and pulled out a blanket. "I was right on the carpet, but I don't want you to get rug burns like I did, so I have a heavy comforter to put down. It will be more comfortable for you." With that Sally spread an old bed cover out in the middle of the room. Both Sally and Cathy pulled a still shocked Bill onto its center. Frank's wife stood and joined the small group. The other wife remained sitting as if she were still trying to make a decision. "Well I never had an audience before, but what the hell if Jim can do it in a group, I can too," said Cathy. With that Cathy began to unbutton Bill's shirt. "Get those clothes off Bill." Cathy finished unbuttoning Bill's shirt, then grabbed the hem of her own shirt and pulled it over her head and off in one fluid motion. Turning to Frank's wife she said, "Get your clothes off too." Cathy turned back to Bill and grabbed his cock through his pants, "I can't wait to try this on for size. We'll give both our spouses what they deserve." Things started moving quickly. Bill stood dumbfounded as his clothes were stripped from his body. Jim's and Frank's wife were quickly down to their bra and panties. The other wife stood and joined the group, but was only watching with interest. Sally looked forlorn off the side of the room watching has her husband was stripped. "At least he didn't have an erection. Yet!" Sally thought to herself with some satisfaction. She was now having second thoughts about her plan. Jealously welled up inside her. She really was beginning to understand how Bill must have felt when she was gangbanged. Bill couldn't help but notice the bodies of the two wives. Cathy was tiny. Not unattractive, but clearly an older woman with almost no ass or breasts. Frank's wife was the opposite. She was a typical housewife and mother, a roll of excess fat at her waist, thick thighs and an oversized chest that was kept from sagging by and ‘industrial strength' plain white bra. Bill glanced over at his wife, and realized how excited Jim and the others must have been to use her for their sex toy. Sally was a Playboy centerfold compared to those bastards own wives. For the first time Bill considered how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife. Sally was still gorgeous, even after having their son. Frank and Bill's wives used their combined strength to push and pull Bill onto the blanket. He was held down by the two women. The third wife sat next to them. She hadn't taken her clothes off, but reached out tentatively and touched Bill's flaccid cock. As if mesmerized she said, "Even soft this is bigger than my husband's." Cathy laughed, "Sally you are a lucky girl. I think Bill is better endowed than all those guys. And you're the girl that knows, aren't you?" Sally stammered, "Ah... I ‘m not sure… Ah... umm… I don't remember." Cathy reached out, and pushing the other woman's hand away grabbed Bill's cock firmly and began manipulating it. "Let's make him hard and see how big it gets," Jim's wife laughed. Despite his mixed emotions Bill's cock began to respond. Frank's wife giggled, "Oh goody, its coming out to play!" Cathy leaned over Bill's groin and said, "I get first dibs." All the emotions, all the hurt, all the love swirled through Bill's mind. Cathy blew her hot breath the length of Bill's cock, and she felt it grow harder in her hand. Bill looked from his beautiful wife, to the three women who surrounded him. Then he looked back at Sally. Cathy licked her lips and extended her tongue until it just touched the crown of Bill's cock. He thought of that night. He thought of their son. He thought of their love, and how far Sally was willing to go to make amends. Cathy opened her mouth wide and with the other wives watching mesmerized leaned in closer aiming Bill's cock into her open maw. Bill made up his mind. Cathy's lips closed over the head of Bill's cock. "NO," rang out loudly. "Sally I can't fulfill the third promise. I just can't," cried Bill as he pushed Cathy's head away from his groin. "What the fuck…," exclaimed Cathy. At a long moment, Sally firmly said, "You all need to leave. Now!" The women all stood. Bill felt silly lying naked on the floor but he didn't move. "You used us," Cathy angrily said to Sally as she pulled on her clothes. Looking down at Bill Cathy said, "What's the matter were not good enough for you?" Bill looked at his wife and answered, "That's right only my wife is good enough for me. I'm not interested in anybody else." Sally broke into a smile when she heard that. They gazed at each other lovingly as The women left the house. Cathy cattily adding, "Well we may not be good enough for you, but apparently your slut wife thinks ANYBODY is good enough for her!" The door slammed as they left. "Oh Bill, I love you so much. I am so sorry." "I am sorry Sally, I couldn't do it." "That's OK, I am happy you couldn't it tells me how much you love me." "I am sorry too. I have been so filled with hate and rage." "Well if I am a slut, I promise to only be a slut for you. That's my fourth promise Bill. Right here, right now I want to be your slut. I want to show you that I will do anything for you!" Sally picked up her wine glass and gulped it down. Then she pulled a piece of paper from her purse. "I got the Doctor to test me for disease. I'm clean." "Oh, Sally I am so sorry. I said that because I was mad." "It's OK. You were right Bill. Now we don't have to worry about anything like that. Especially after what Cathy said about Jim." Sally began to strip off her clothes. "I'll strip for you anytime you want Bill." The blouse and skirt hit the floor. "Dam Sally you have spent more time naked today than anytime in our marriage." "I want to be naked for you all the time Bill," Sally giggle. "Well when we can get away with it." "You have gotten away with it a today. You have excited a lot of males." The panties and shoes were kicked into a corner. "Do you like it when I excite men." "I like it when you excite me. I like it when people know how beautiful you are. I like it when those bastard's know I have the most beautiful woman as my wife and they can only dream about her while they are left with their wives who I won't even look twice at." Sally giggled at that. Then swinging her hips in an exaggerated fashion causing her tits to swing enticingly she got another glass of wine. "More wine, you must be tipsy." "I found something out. Wine really lowers my inhibitions. And right now I want you to use your slut just like those bastards did. I want you to do anything you want to me. I want you to fuck me!" Sally giggled. "See I could never say that before. Later I want you to make love to your wife. But your last task, last promise is to FUCK me. Take your own pleasure. Then I hope all will be forgiven." Sally dropped to her knees on the blanket next to her husband. Reaching out she grabbed Bill's cock. Instinctively Bill pushed her hand away, and rolled away from her. Sally burst into tears, "You will never get past it will you Bill. You will never forgive me. I have destroyed our family!" Sally sobbed and to her surprise Bill began to laugh. Is he that cruel Sally thought. "No Sally, I love you! I am just afraid that there still might be some residue from the liniment on your hands. I don't want to have my cock burned off. I have other plans for it right now. The tears dried and Sally laughed her relief. "OH," giggle, "well then I will just have to think of another way!" Pushing Bill flat using her elbows, Sally engulfed his manhood with her mouth. "Is my slut going to give me my first blow job?" "Hmmmp," was Sally's only reply as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked the length of him into her mouth. Sally sucked and sucked. Then alternately licked and swirled the purple blood filled head of his cock. Finally after savoring the taste of him for several long minutes, she began to bob her head faster and faster. "Sally I am about to finish," Bill said shyly. Sally released his turgid member from her mouth. "I'm your slut, and you are about to CUM not finish. Treat me like a slut deserves to be treated just this once. It is the last way I can make amends." Bill looked thoughtful. And Sally re-attached herself to his cock. "OK SLUT, SUCK MY COCK ANDTAKE MY CUM!" Sally looked up into his eyes with the purest love he had ever seen. Keeping her eyes locked on his she bobbed her head faster and faster. Running her lips from the base to the tip of his cock. Bill bellowed his orgasm. Never looking away Sally began to swallow a month's worth of stored cum. When he was spent she kept sucking. When she was sure his cock would remain hard she released him and stood up. She retrieved a bottle from her purse. "This really is baby oil," she said as she squirted it all over her body. Glistening from the oil she jumped on top of her husband impaling herself on him. Then she rolled over so he was on top. "Fuck me… pound into me. Don't be gentle. Use me." And he did all afternoon. ------------------------------------ Epilog Late that night their legs and arms were entwined. They were on the master bedroom bed, their bed. Bill and Sally were making love. It was the sweet loving act of a man and woman who knew they were only for each other. They looked into each others eyes as he lazily stroked into her. "I think I am going to keep a big bottle of wine here in the bedroom," Bill teased. "Oh, why's that?" "Well there are some advantages to you being my slut." Sally punched him playfully. "Advantages for me too. What is this or third or forth time." "I lost count. Its amazing isn't it." "Bill, get lots of bottles of wine. I was serious. I'll be your slut anytime." "Hmmmm, I love you so much. I think we have both made our amends." was his reply. "I love you. Thank you Bill." After a few moments she said, "I'm sorry I shaved again. I thought you would like it. I'll let it grow back out." He smiled at her. "Well, when it's all grown out you are my wife. When it's shaved clean you are my slut. Why don't we compromise. Keep it shaved except for a triangle at the top." "Like the bikini models do?" "Yeah, just like the bikini models. You could be one you know! A bikini model I mean." "Oh Bill, I want to be beautiful for you! OK, that's what I'll do. I'll get a bikini model shave. That way I can be both your slut and your wife." "I like that. I love you both." "I love you my husband, only you." Later as they were whispering endearments to each other just before sleep. Bill heard her say something. He was in that twilight place between consciousness and sleep. In a whisper, tucked between barely audible endearments, he thought he heard Sally say, "You are bigger than the rest of them." Huh. Did he hear that? His mind was so foggy. She swore that she didn't remember… THE END