Have you ever done anything really stupid and then immediately hoped no one ever found out? Or wished you could turn back the clock and undo what you'd done?
Carol and I have been married for 5 years. And they have been a great 5 years. You couldn't ask for a better wife. We're lovers and friends. And neither of us is controlling of the other. That's why I get to go out with some of my old high school friends whenever I want.
We only go out once or twice a month. We hit some bars and have a few drinks and laughs. Sometimes we dance with some women. I know Carol wouldn't be real happy about the dancing, but that's all I do. If I didn't dance the other guys would think I'm pussy whipped.
Bud, Mack, and Rob are still single so they are free to do what they want. Being married I do what I want too. So I sometimes dance a little. The other guys sometimes end up taking women home for the night. I don't because that's not what I want. I could if I wanted too. After all, I'm not pussy whipped.
Well, one Friday we went out and hooked up with a group of four women. We danced and drank and laughed together. And somehow we ended up in a motel room. Four guys and four gals and two beds.
Seeing the action going on around me and having a very willing girl by my side I ended up doing that stupid thing. I fucked one of the women. As soon as it was over I was sorry I'd done it. But you can't take it back, can you?
When we left the motel I swore the guys to secrecy. They promised they'd never tell anyone especially my wife. With a wife that has threatened to do a Lorena Bobbit on you it's for sure you want don't her to find out.
Saturday morning I was as remorseful as can be. I started doing things for and with Carol that she always wanted me to do. I knew I had to be careful and not be too obvious but I still felt guilty and needed to try and make it up to her. Even though she didn't know what I was making up for.
Sunday was more of the same. By the time Monday rolled around I was beginning to feel better about myself. I was also starting to breath a little easier. I realized that Carol had no way of finding out about Friday night and I was safe. But I still wasn't going to do anything like that again.
By Tuesday what happened that Friday seemed like ancient history. I had almost forgotten about it. I returned to my normal self and since Carol had never acted any different I breathed a sigh of relief.
Wednesday evening Carol said I should invite the guys over for a home cooked meal the following Saturday. She is convinced that bachelors don't eat right and need a woman to look out for them. So several times a year she has me invite the guys over. She also sometimes invites women to these meals hoping to become a matchmaker.
Since my wife is a great cook I didn't have to twist any arms to get the guys to come over at 6:00 Saturday evening.
On Saturday I helped clean the house. Then while Carol was bathing and getting dressed for dinner I did the grocery shopping.
When I got home Carol came out of the house and helped me take the groceries in. I walked into the house and almost dropped the sacks. Sitting on the couch was the girl I had fucked last Friday. Carol saw my startled look and introduced me to Gina. "She's the new girl in my office I was telling you about."
