"What you did to your family? Honey, what you did you did for you. You loved every second of it and you know you did. Who was it who was pushing her ass back at me while talking to hubby dear on the phone? You might have had too much to drink last night, but you were damned sure sober enough to know what you were doing this morning - all three times. You are one hot bitch Shawna and I'm willing to wait. We will get together again and I know it."
"You are wrong about that, dead wrong" she said as she walked out of the hotel room.
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As she drove home she thought about the night and wondered how she could have done what she had done. How could she have betrayed George? Her life had been perfect and in an evening - in eleven hours - she had risked throwing away a perfect marriage that had lasted for almost fifteen years. She had it all. The perfect husband that she was still madly in love with. Two beautiful and perfect daughters, a lovely home and it would all be gone if George ever found out.
Could she hide it from him? She had never lied to George before; she wouldn't know how. Would he take one look at her and know? It was just so damned unfair. It wasn't her fault, but even as she thought that she knew she was lying to herself. It was her fault. She knew she couldn't handle alcohol very well and yet she allowed herself to be given drink after drink at a party she shouldn't have gone to in the first place. The cocktail party was being held at the Marriott and it was work related, but she didn't have to be there. The only reason she went at all was because George was supposed to meet her there.
An hour into the party George had called her on her cell and had told her that he had some problems come up at work and he was running a little late and then he had told her to go ahead and enjoy herself since he was going to be the designated driver. She'd already had more than it was safe for her to have and still be able to drive when George had called again and said he wouldn't be able to get there before the end of the party so she should just go ahead and get a room for the night. She had done that and then had gone back to the party. Since she knew that she wouldn't be driving she kept on taking the drinks that were handed her.
She should have refused them. She knew she had a low tolerance for alcohol, but the safety of a room three floors up had deluded her. When the party had ended she had stumbled three times while leaving the room and Glen had offered her his arm and had walked her to her room. She had dropped her keys twice before Glen took them from her and unlocked the door to the room.
She remembered turning to say thank you and he had taken her in his arms and kissed her. She tried to push him away, but he kept on kissing her and kissing her and kissing her. She wasn't even aware that he had her blouse unbuttoned and her brassiere unhooked until he rolled one of her nipples between his fingers. She had instinctively arched her back and pushed her breast into his hand before she remembered that it wasn't George that she was with. She tried to break away, but Glen had picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He set her down on it and then had pushed her down on her back and then had gone after her right breast with his mouth while his hands played with the other. It was almost if he already knew how sensitive her breasts were and that working on them would turn her on.
She cried for him to stop what he was doing and let her up but he ignored her and kept working on her breasts. Her cries turned to moans and whimpers as he worked on her. When his hand slid into her panties she again tried to push him away, but he was so big and she was so small. When his fingers found her clit and began working on it her resistance, as ineffective and feeble as it was, began to fade. When she heard his zipper she moaned:
"You can't. It isn't right. I'm married and you can't do this."
He ignored her. When he pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and she felt the head of his cock pushing at her she had cried out:
"No! You can't! I'm married and I don't want this. Let me up damn it, let me up!"
He laughed and then he was in her. She lay there and silently sobbed as Glen fucked her. At least she did until the first orgasm hit her. After that he did what he wanted and she let him. She let him, she helped him and by the third time she was his slut and urging him on. She had sucked his cock, swallowed his cum and when he said he wanted to try her ass she hadn't said a word just got on her knees and elbows and waited.
How could she love George as much as she did and still behave like that? Glen was right; she had been pushing her ass back at him while she was on the phone with George and she had hurriedly hung up the phone because she was on the edge of another orgasm. And that gave her the most guilt of all. The orgasms! Glen had given her more in one night than George had given her in the last six months. She had loved every second of it after her first orgasm and now she hated herself because she had enjoyed it so much. As she turned onto her street she was saying, "Please God, don't ever let George find out.
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But George did find out!
True to what he had told her he had taken the girls out and she used her time alone to soak in the tube and contemplate the future. She would have to be extremely careful to not let anything slip out about what she had done. She would have to bury the guilt she felt at doing things with Glen that she had never done with George. Things like giving Glen her ass without protest when George had never been there. And George had wanted to go there but she would never let him. God, how could she have been such a slut? She had even sucked Glen's cock when he had pulled it out of her ass.
That was another thing she was going to have to address - working with Glen after spending that night with him. She didn't know if she could do it. She loved her job and George knew it so how would she be able to explain quitting? Sweet fucking Jesus; how did she let herself get in such a mess.
She was fixing dinner when George got home with the girls. He came into the kitchen and kissed her on the cheek and she flinched and hoped that he didn't notice. She was quiet during dinner and just listened to Sarah and Julie talk about their day at the mall with their dad. After dinner the girls wanted to watch the DVD of "Happy Feet" that they had bought at the mall. She sat quietly through the movie and a few times she noticed George looking at her with a facial expression that she couldn't read. Did he sense something? Could he possibly know?
She was the first one in bed and she pretended to be asleep when George got into bed with her. He would want to make love and she didn't want him to. She kept thinking of Glen and the way he had totally used her and she felt too unclean to let George touch her. She was up before George in the morning - she needed to do that because he sometimes liked to start the morning with a quickie - and she had breakfast ready when George and the girls got up.
She cleaned up the breakfast mess and then busied herself doing laundry and cleaning house. She avoided George as much as was possible. Every time she looked at him she remembered what she had let Glen do to her and the guilt was overwhelming so to keep the guilt from crushing her she avoided her husband. George wasn't stupid and he saw how she was behaving. It all came to a head when it was bedtime.
George was sitting on the bed when she came into the bedroom and he said:
"What happened Friday night Shawna?" Not "What's wrong Shawna; you seem like something is bothering you" or "What's going on honey; you don't seem like your usual self."
If it had been either of those two she might have been able to make up some small excuse, but "What happened Friday night" cut through her and the guilt forced her to pour it all out. She held nothing back. She told George everything in an effort to purge herself of the guilt she was carrying on her back. George sat there stunned as he listened to her and then there were several moments of deathly silence before George said:
"How could you? How could you do something like that to me? How could you let yourself throw away our marriage? How could you throw away everything?"
"It wasn't my fault George. He took advantage of my condition. You know how I get when I drink and you were the one who told me to go ahead and have a good time because you were going to be the designated driver."
