Alex felt the guilt building inside of him. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He rubbed his hands across his face.
His hands shaking, he paused at the door before silently turning the handle until he heard the click. He pressed the door open with his foot.
"Alex, so nice of you to come home this evening," Linda motioned at him to come into the room. "We have so much to talk about."
She leaned back into the overstuffed chair, her arms draped over each rest. She crossed her legs and stared up at him with her deep blue eyes.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" she asked him, pulling some of her dark hair from her eyes so she could look at him better.
Alex felt his body shake uncontrollably. Did she know? She couldn't know, no one knew except for him. He thought back to the people he had seen that night, none of them stood out.
No one knew, he kept thinking to himself. Except her, she knew.
"I don't understand Linda," he stammered. "I don't know what you mean." He looked at her fearfully. She couldn't be so clam and know all that happened, he thought to himself as he looked at her casually sitting in the chair.
Linda shifted herself more upright, straightening out the creases in her blue skirt.
"You're not sure I know are you?" she looked up at him. "Believe me I know what you did. I know everything you did. I can see it written in your face but I have more proof."
Linda reached over to the table on her right and pulled up a piece of paper and a pile of photographs.
"Let me see here," she looked down at the piece of paper, "do you want me to read them all off?"
Alex fell to the floor, his legs giving out. He felt bad enough about what had happened, but how did she know? He felt his stomach tighten into a knot.
"Answer me," she looked down at him on the floor, "would you like to tell me or should I tell you?"
Alex felt his body wrench with nervousness, his mind racing. What was he going to do, he couldn't tell her everything, what did she already know? He reached out and put his hand the floor to steady himself.
He felt like he was going to throw up, his stomach churning on itself.
"I'll tell you," he finally managed to speak. "I'll tell you."
"Well go ahead then," Linda put the paper into her lap and looked down at him.
Alex felt his body stiffen as he tried to talk.
"I, well," he paused. "I'm sorry," he looked up at her.
Linda laughed.
"You're sorry? That's what you did? Come on and tell me," she shifted her legs enough so he could see up her skirt.
Alex turned his head away afraid.
"I'm sorry," he started again, "I was with someone else."
Alex felt his nervousness begin to subside at the revelation. He felt better having said it, not living with the fear that she'd find out.
"Someone else?" she questioned, "that's very vague. I was looking for more detail."
Linda picked up the piece of paper and looked down the list.
"Let's see here," she ran her finger up and down the piece of paper. "It looks to me like a lot more than just 'someone else'. How else do you explain the five hundred dollars for the 'honeymoon suite'."
Alex griped at his stomach as he felt his body convulse. She knew about the room. Where else did he spend money? He couldn't remember. Why did he not pay cash? He felt his stomach wrench again.
"Oh but that's not the least of it," she looked at her list again, "not at all. Let's see you got a blow job, I see that's on the list."
Alex looked at the floor. She could be bluffing he though. Of course he got a blow job, every guy wanted a blow job. He looked up into her eyes scared but defiant and began to stand.
"Oh and let's see, a rub down with expensive oils, and you watched the poor little girl play with herself for over a half and hour," Linda continued. "And there's more, should I continue."
Alex fell back to the floor.
"No, please, this is crazy Linda," he pleaded with her.
Linda tossed one of the pictures at him.
"The way I see it is that's ground for divorce and while this state has community property laws, I believe I can convince everyone that you cheated on me," she looked at him. "And then I don't just get my half, but I get your half too."
Alex looked up at her and felt like he was ready to cry. How did he get himself into this mess?
Linda stood up and walked over to Alex laying on the floor.
"Alex," she reached down and rubbed her fingers through his blond hair. "I agree with the law. I agree we should split thing 50/50."
She let her fingers drift to his chin, pulling his face up to look into her eyes.
"The way I see it is that we have two options. We can divorce and I can take everything, or I should get to have a night where I get to do whatever I want, no questions asked."
Alex was confused by the sudden change in events. He felt himself sick inside at the thought of his wife being with someone else for the evening.
"I, I don't understand," Alex felt comforted by the feel of Linda's hand gently caressing his cheek but still frightened by her proposition.
"I want to have a night were I can do anything I want," she looked at him lovingly but at the same time with anger. "I want you to agree that you will let me do whatever I want this evening."
Alex was still confused. What was the offer she was making to him. Was she going to leave him and go find a man? Did she want him? He couldn't tell and his stomach was lurching its way into his throat.
"Whatever you want? I don't know what you mean," she was up her skirt and noticed she wasn't wearing any panties.
"I mean," she shifted her legs wider apart as she noticed his eyes peering up her skirt. "I mean that you will do whatever I ask or I will take this house, our cars, our kids and your damned noisy stinky dog and a very hefty portion of your paycheck."
Alex felt her grip tighten on his chin.
"Do you understand?"
Alex bit his lip and nodded yes. He felt his head drop to the floor as she let it go.
"The way I see it is that you took something away from me," she turned and started walking away, "so I want to take something from you."
She opened the door and peered around the corner.
"Come in," she waved her hand.
Alex watched intently, not understanding what was happening, as a man with dark hair slowly walked into the room.
"Alex, this is Tom," she let her hands drift all over Tom's body.
Alex felt his body sickening again, watching his wife touching another man. He watched as her hands drifted from his chest to the bulge between his legs and pause.
"Boys," she looked at both men, "I would like you to undress for me." She sat down in her overstuffed chair and gently rubbed her breasts and waited for them to undress.
Alex was slow to get up, but he managed to. He looked up at Tom and then Linda, what did she want some sort of threesome? She had never talked about this before.
He reached his fingers into his pants and slowly pulled the polo shirt over his head and looked over at Tom. He felt like he didn't want to get his clothes off before Tom did.
"No Tom," Linda sense Alex's apprehension. "I want Alex to undress first."
Alex let the shirt drop to the floor and closed his eyes. He hadn't been naked in front of another man for quite a while. Not since his college days at the gym. He felt embarrassed as he stripped his pants down to the floor and pushed them aside.
As Alex felt his cock twitch in the cool air he wanted to cover himself up with his hands but he felt that would be even more embarrassing. He looked over at Tom, his muscular arms and chest bare, his pants still on.
"That's nice," Linda stared at her naked husband. "Now why don't you go and take off Tom's pants Alex."
Alex violently shook his head no before he even realized it.
"I can't do that," he looked at Linda who threw him another picture. "You can, and when you're done I want to see you do that."
Alex looked at the picture of the woman he had been with earlier on her knees in front of him, his cock deep inside of her mouth.
"I won't" Alex began to scream. "I can't."
"Whatever I ask," Linda just looked at him and smiled and waited patiently.
Alex felt the tears dripping down his cheek to his chin. He had almost forgotten that he was standing in the middle of his bedroom naked as he walked over to Tom and began to unbutton his pants.
"Kiss his chest honey, make him know you love him, tonight you're newlyweds," Linda let her words soften as he finished.
Alex felt his world crashing around him, he apprehensively pressed his lips against Tom's chest and drifted down to his knees. He thought back to how good it felt to have the same things done to him, and how demeaning it felt to do them.
He could feel Tom's cock as he pulled apart the snap at the top of his jeans. Slowly he pulled the pants down, the cock springing free and hitting his face.
"That's my girl," Linda called out from across the room. "Now I want you to stroke him, lick his balls."
Alex winced at the sound of his wife's voice, his hand slowly encircling Tom's swollen cock. It felt stiff yet soft. He hadn't really thought about how a cock had felt before. He felt his own cock twitching between his legs. He was getting excited and it scared him.