Jane was exhausted. She struggled to keep from slipping on the slick floor. "Donna?" her voice echoed through the empty room.
"Over here." Donna's voice was something to hold on to. That and basic things like getting some clothes and getting back to her car. Donna was sitting on the floor just outside the range of the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling, apparently chatting with Tanya.
She felt odd looking at either woman, considering what the three of them had just been through. She remembered those last few fucks quite clearly. She was on her knees, bent forward, not exactly comfortable on the concrete floor, when suddenly something moved in front of her. It was Donna, grabbing Jane's head between her hands and kissing her passionately. She opened her mouth and her tongue pushed in. Jane couldn't describe what she felt. Amidst the constant sexual arousal, a touch of love. With Donna's tongue came a gush of cum. Donna didn't just kiss her, she shared the result of a blowjob with Jane.
Filthy, disgusting and oddly endearing, Donna's gesture warmed her heart. She wasn't alone in this anymore. Donna was there too, and having fun. Donna broke the kiss, pushed her hips up, leaning on her hands and Jane was face to face with her well-fucked pussy, glistening with moisture and leaking cum.
The guy behind her eased up, so she could sample this delightful offering. Fragrant, fruity and much saltier thanks to all the sweat and semen, it was drawing Jane in. She leaned on her left arm and spread the lips, thick gobs spilling out and slithering over her fingers. Her tongue darted inside the sticky hole, lapping up the sliding goo before it hit the floor.
Now Donna was sitting next to Tanya. The two had become fast friends after the orgy. "Donna? We have to get home." Jane was a little shaken up and unsure how to handle the last couple of hours. Donna didn't seem to have any problems with it.
"Okay, Hon, just give me a minute to say goodbye here."
"Wait, how are we gonna get back to the car? We're practically naked."
"I got some t-shirts in the back you can borrow" Tanya said. "That is, if you don't mind walking back in a t-shirt."
"It's got to be better than this." Donna smiled as she looked at her bare breasts with dried cum and fresh sweat on them.
"We'll go to my place, have a shower and you can go home after, okay?" Donna's face reassured Jane.
"What about your kids though?"
"Melissa's staying over at a friend and Kathy's probably driving around with her boyfriend. What about your husband?"
"I don't know yet." Now Jane was getting really worried.
"Okay, Tanya, I guess we better go, thanks for everything." Donna hugged Tanya and pecked her cheek. "Bye Donna." Then she walked up to Jane. "Give me call if you want to come back next week, I gave Donna my number." Before Jane could say anything, she leaned in and kissed her passionately. Jane was too tired to resist and it did feel kind of good, something soft after all the hard fucking these last couple of hours.
"Bye Jane."
Once they found the car and Donna was driving to their house, Jane started feeling incredibly guilty. What if her husband found out? She'd be denounced as a whore in front of the whole congregation. He was certainly capable of something like that. She had to keep this quiet.
"Donna, you're not going to say anything about this are you? I mean..."
"Jane, I don't really know what happened to you before I got there, but I enjoyed myself, a lot. I'd almost forgotten what sex felt like when that guy grabbed me from behind. I saw you too and I think you enjoyed it just as much."
"But, if my husband finds out...."
"So what if he does, You think he's going to leave you? What do you care? You told me plenty of times you don't love him anymore. Your daughter's starting college in a month and you don't really care what anybody else has to say about it, do you?" Donna was trying to put a brave face on it all, but she knew that she didn't want her mystery man to reveal her secrets either. But being scared was no way to go about it.
"Look, I never told you about this before, but my husband used to cheat on me. He would come home late saying he was at the office. I always asked and he always lied. I guess I knew, but I just really wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. It wasn't 'till after the funeral that I got a good look at some of the e-mails he'd been writing."
Jane was flabbergasted. Peter always seemed like the perfect husband.
"I can't believe it. How long?"
"It started a year after we were married. I guess I could have done something about it, I just never wanted to believe it. And it didn't matter that much. He was always there when I needed him. I think I would have been devastated if he told me, but after he died, it just didn't seem to matter so much." Jane grabbed her hand and squeezed.
"It's all right, Jane. I got over it months ago." Donna smiled back at her friend. "We're almost there."
The lights were on in the living room, which made Donna cautious, Kathy could be home, and she didn't want her daughter to see her and Jane, looking like this, she had to think of an excuse, some kind of story.
"Okay, Donna. If Kathy asks, we took a wrong exit and got stuck on some country road in the mud. We tried to get out, but couldn't call anyone, because we didn't have reception. We managed to get the car out, but our clothes were spattered with mud, so we changed into these t-shirts.
"I better call my husband." Jane said, determined to do this right. No one could find out.
"Fine, but stick to the story." Donna felt another bubble of fear rising as she thought of the possibility that she would be exposed. Jane didn't know about it. Donna even doubted that she realised that someone was taping it. Those guys left before Donna could get up, but she wasn't too worried. If anyone in the church watched porn, they certainly wouldn't admit it.
Jane hung up and Donna nodded at her and got out of the car. She walked to the front door, rummaged in her purse for the keys and took a deep breath. She opened the door quietly and creeped in. Kathy was making out on the couch with her boyfriend. A bit more than making out, he had his hands under her shirt, and she had her hands in his pants.
"Katherine! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Donna shouted.
"Mom!" Kathy gasped and pulled away from her boyfriend immediately.
"You just get to your room right now, young lady." Donna was trying to keep Kathy from noticing anything about her. She turned to the boyfriend "And you, better go home right now."
"Mom, I'm eighteen, you've got no right to tell me what to do."
"You are in my house and you'll live by my rules." Donna tried to sound like her husband when Kathy was giving him lip.
