After that fateful night at Richard's private glory hole, our lives settled down. It was back to work and taking care of the family. Whenever we were at one of our kid's soccer games, I couldn't help but wonder what the other parents would think if they knew Michelle got gang banged a week earlier. I knew the other dad's loved her 36Cc tits by the way they followed her with their eyes. The other PTA moms thought my wife was a conservative banker but they would never know what a whore she was when she let loose. At family gatherings, I would look over at her 5'10" frame and imagine her when she had dick after dick in her ass, mouth or cunt. Her family would be appalled if they knew what she had done.
It took a few weeks to find out the consequences of the cat being out of the proverbial bag. One Monday evening, after Michelle got home from work, she told me that she had run into Roger, the V.P. of the bank where she worked, in the elevator and said that we should get together sometime. She was so excited at the opportunity to socialize with one of the top people in the company. She told him we would be happy to but he insisted that she talk to me first to make sure it was OK. I had no idea how I was going to tell her, so I waited until the kids were sound asleep before I broke the bad news to her.
I handed her a drink. She refused at first but I told her, "No, you are going to need it."
She hesitantly took it and sat down with a worried look on her face.
"Michelle, I have to tell you something and you aren't going to be happy."
She looked at me curiously and asked, "What's the matter honey?"
"Well, that night we went to the glory hole at Richard's with Brad, well, Roger was there too. We even chatted for a few minutes."
She glared at me with her mouth open, not knowing what to say but managed to utter, "You're shitting me right?" She stared at me, hoping it was only a bad joke.
"It gets worse Michelle. He recognized me at your work party a few weeks ago and he knows that you were one of the women there."
She was frantic, "What the fuck am I going to do now? My career is ruined." Tears started flowing down her cheeks. She kept repeating, "What the fuck am I going to do? How do I explain this? I'm done, finished."
I went on, "Well, that's not all."
She looked at me, tears rolling down her cheeks, "How the fuck can there be more?"
You know the guy that wanted the private session with you, welllll..."
Her eyes widened. "That was Roger? Holy shit. I gave him a blow job, fucked him and he fucked my ass. Holy shit. I'm going to have to quit. I can never face him again."
She was scared, pissed off and confused. She was pacing in the living room trying to think of what to do. She was screaming at me, blaming all of this on me and my perverted mind. To be honest, I blamed myself too. I felt horrible.
I had a couple of hours to think about this after my wife first informed me of the invitation and I offered a suggestion, "It might not be as bad as you think."
"What the fuck do you mean by that Ken? My career is over. Are you some kind of asshole or what?"
I tried to calm her down. "Well, Roger is married so he has something to lose too if this ever gets out." I continued, "Michelle, this is an invitation for you to fuck him again. You both said how much you enjoyed each other that night."
My wife just glared at me, "My boss knows that I've fucked and sucked twenty guys in one night and your solution is to fuck him again?" Are you out of your ever loving mind?"
"Think about it Michelle. You both have a secret to keep. I'm not saying you should do anything with him, but I'm pretty sure that's what's on his mind."
"I don't know Ken. You are probably right but this was my worst fear, someone I know finding out what I did."
"Don't panic, everyone had a good time. He can't go around telling anyone either. You have as much on him as he does on you. He's probably worth millions so he probably has more to lose if his wife finds out. Maybe you should talk to him and see what he has to say."
"I don't have much of a choice, do I? I have to face him sooner or later."
Michelle didn't get much sleep that night and neither did I. My wife's career might be jeopardy and by extension, so might our marriage. Over breakfast she told me she was going to talk to Roger that day. It's not a conversation she ever thought she would have but she had to clear the air.
I was so nervous all day, fearing the worst; that word would spread throughout the company what a slut my wife had become and she would be forced to resign out of sheer embarrassment. Our sexual escapades would drive us into bankruptcy and end our marriage. I felt horrible.
Michelle called me just before lunch. My heart was racing waiting for her to tell me what happened. This is what she told me, "Well, I talked to Roger late this morning. He told me that our secret was safe with him, that he would never reveal what we had done to anyone; his lips were sealed. He would prefer that no one knew about it either. He doesn't tell anyone at work about Richard's place because people have big mouths. He also wants to be discreet."