Chapter One: A slut is found out.
Tracy Jenkins stared at the guest she was admitting to her home on Saturday evening. The minute she saw him she knew she was in trouble. He was her husbands ex-college roommate and he was in town on business for Monday. At her husband Tom's insistence he came in two days early for a visit and stay with them, their first reunion since graduation almost ten years earlier. The problem was that he had actually come in three days early. And Tracy had picked him up last night in the airport hotel bar and they had spent a wild night between the sheets while she was supposedly visiting her mother.
Tracy had, on occasion, gone out and picked up a guy for a night just as she had last night. Her trysts were infrequent and were intended more to satiate her uncontrollable urges than as straight infidelity because she loved her husband, deeply. She knew there was always a chance she could get caught so she always stayed at an airport hotel several hours from home where she would more than likely see lonely travelers. Her pussy, still tender from the pounding she took last night, throbbed in glee at his appearance but the look Evan gave her, even though she was made-up and dressed completely different, let her know she was busted and he did not look pleased at the revelation.
Dinner went smoothly, if only because most of it was catch up conversation between Tom and Evan. Tracy tended to the children, Lisa 8 and Thomas Junior 6, and stayed out of the talking. After dinner the men went downstairs to the rec room and Tracy played with the children until it was their bedtime, when she gave them their baths. She could barely think, at times nauseous and at times filled with rage. She knew both men had got their degrees at a Christian university and Tom had always maintained that their unimaginative sex life was adequate because of the bible's teachings. When she did try to become more adventurous he insisted married women shouldn't want sex the way she did. Only harlots and whores wanted to feel a cock in their mouth. Only gays and degenerates wanted to have their assholes touched. He insisted there was nowhere in the bible that decreed a man was to put his mouth on a woman's filthy place. Each time he had said those things a knife went through Tracy's heart. She otherwise loved him with everything she had, he was a good father and husband. When they married he knew she'd had a couple previous lovers but he 'forgave her' and insisted he would be everything she had been looking for.
As she finally tucked Lisa into bed she reflected on the fact she had been a perfect wife until Thomas Junior's, or TJ's, third birthday. That was when they decided they weren't going to have any more kids and Tom insisted she get her tubes tied. It wasn't healthy for a man to get a vasectomy. She had gone ahead and had her tubal ligation thinking that at least they might have more sex but from there what sex life they had went rapidly downhill. They only had sex every couple of months and only after much begging and pleading on Tracy's part. Tom was more than up to the task, strong, virile, and enthusiastic at those times, bringing her to several climaxes. Still it was only straight forward, lights out, missionary for them. She knew he masturbated too and her self esteem paid the price when she tried to reason out why he felt the need to do that and not come to her for relief. Finally the children were in bed and she had no more excuses not to go sit with the men. Steeling herself she walked towards the basement door, ready to face the music.
Tom and Evan had spent the two and a half hours since supper talking about their lives. Tom raved about his job as a purchasing V.P. at a major corporation in town. He also praised the church they belonged to and was excited he had been nominated for a deaconship. It was a progressive church and he thought a little too forward in it's thinking but he figured he could help guide it back to the path once he was made deacon. He also spent not a little time bragging about his beautiful wife and how she had fought to regain her figure after having the kids. And he raved about how smart his children were. Evan was similarly exuberant about his own children, even though he and his wife had divorced several years previous. He was generally subdued during the rest of the conversation though and finally Tom felt obliged to ask him about it.
Evan looked at Tom for a minute without answering. When he finally spoke his voice was strained. "Tom, I have to tell you something and I think it's going to be a shock."
"What is it, Evan? You can ask me anything, man." Tom figured Evan was going to ask him for help, either borrow money or for a professional referral.
"Tom, I met Tracy last night."
"What do you mean? Tracy wasn't in Winnipeg?" Tom laughed. "She was at her mother's in London."
"No Tom. I flew in last night so I wouldn't be exhausted today. I met a client this morning before driving here. I stayed at the Royal Hampshire in Burlington, by the airport. I met Tracy in the bar, only I didn't know it was her."
Tom laughed. "No Evan, you're wrong. Tracy was in London. Maybe she just looked like her, you know. The lighting, the alcohol."
Evan looked at Tom for a minute before answering. "She has a mole inside her right thigh. Right up near the curve of her ass."
Tom blanched and jumped up, his fists clenched at his side. "You're having an affair?"
Evan got up and went to the rudimentary bar. He poured them each a scotch on the rocks and swigged his. "Tom, I just met her for the first time last night. She was dressed to kill and without too much trouble I got her back to my room. I'm ashamed to say everything we did. Suffice it to say... actually there's hardly anything we didn't do."
Tom drained his drink and fell back into his chair. Tears filled his eyes as he whimpered, "Tracy?"
"I'm sorry Tom." Evan put his hand on Tom's arm and Tom jerked away from him.
"How could you?" Tom was staring into space, obviously referring to Tracy.
"Maybe I should go, Tom."
Tom roused for a minute. "Umm, no. Not yet anyways. I have to think."
Unfortunately he didn't have long to think because they heard Tracy coming through the door at the top of the stairs. When she came to the bottom she looked at the guys and she knew. And Tom knew Evan was telling the truth. He could see it in Tracy's eyes. She just stood there and her bottom lip started trembling. She tried to hold it in but her whole chin started to contort and she threw her hands over her face and sobbed. Tom jumped up and ran over to her, staring down at her in disbelief.
"Why?" he shouted. "How could you betray me like this?"
"I'm so sorry!" Tracy moaned as she collapsed on the second step, against the wall. "I didn't want to! Dear Lord, I didn't want to!"
Tom screamed at her, "You slut! Don't bring the Lord's name into this. You've been listening to the devil." He turned and went back over to the bar and slammed another shot of scotch.
Tracy got on her knees and assumed the prayer position with her hands clasped in front of her chin. She knee walked towards the bar.
"Tom, baby, please! I love you!"
"Well, you've got a funny way of showing it, slut!"
Although Tracy was looking up at Tom she timidly replied, "Well so do you."
"What?" screamed Tom. "What on earth could I have done to deserve this treatment. How many others were there?"
Tracy was starting to get mad. "It's not what you did. It's what you didn't do. And there were five other times over the years, since you basically cut me off." She glanced a quick look at Evan, not really wanting to bring up her issues.
"Oh, don't give me that shit. Just because you were a slut, I should have known you would always be a slut."
"You bastard!" hissed Tracy. "I had three boyfriends before you. I met you when I was twenty three. Just because I had sex with three steady guys doesn't make me a slut!"
