Lost At Home 6 Months After Texas

I read a story a while back about a couple on holiday where they were held at gunpoint after they had strayed out of the tourist safe area. The wife was raped and the husband severely beaten. They never caught the culprits, but some of the locals told of stories where the couple had sought revenge.

This story it one of fiction based on the event that happened many years ago, it's the third episode and you need to read 'Lost In Texas' and 'Lost in Vegas' to follow the story properly.

This chapter of the story expands on the impact on an event that had occurred six month earlier on a couple on holiday in the USA.

Feel free to comment and give positive feedback, but more importantly... enjoy.

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It's been a long six months since our US Road Trip holiday. I still have the occasional nightmare; Lisa still has a veracious appetite for sex, and in the back of our minds we are still waiting for that knock on the door from the police.

We got back into our usual routine of working, eating, occasional socialising and drinking, relaxing (well, trying to relax), fucking, sleeping, with a subtle change at the weekends - no work, and extra bed time with longer lay-ins.

The summer was gone and winter was fast approaching as the autumn winds and rain announced winter's impending arrival with gusto. I lit the wood burner to chase away the cooler evenings and sat in front of the crackling fire, waiting for Lisa to come home from work.

I hadn't prepared dinner as I thought I'd treat Lisa to a visit to our favourite Italian restaurant. I had received news from work telling me I'd been awarded a hefty bonus for early completion of a project. The £2500 award had already been deposited in the bank account that day.

I checked my watch; Lisa was late. I rang her mobile and left a message. It was past 8 o'clock by the time she rushed through the door, a handful of leaves followed her in along with a gust of wind.

"Hi baby, how's your day been?" I called as I stood up to greet her.

"Really busy today babe. We had a bit of an incident and had to fire three workers from the warehouse - instant dismissal. I felt so sorry for them, they were nice lads."

Lisa explained more about how the young men in their early twenties had been caught taking part in some horse-play and as a result had caused some unintentional damage to a customer's order that would cost more than £10,000 to sort out.

"I'll make you a cuppa; or would you like something stronger?" I asked.

"Pour me a red babe, would you? And make it a large one." Lisa shouted as she headed up the stairs to get changed, maybe take a shower.

I took the large glass of Stella Rosa and climbed the stairs. As I approached our bedroom I could hear Lisa singing in the bathroom; a sound I hadn't heard in six months or so. I smiled to myself 'some sort of normality at last'.

I placed the glass on the dresser and took Lisa's towel and dried her back and buttocks. She turned and I continued my duties of chief toweller and made sure I didn't miss a crease. Lisa loved to have me dry her off; it usually led to a massage or love-making or both. But not tonight.

"Drink your wine baby and do your hair up pretty, I've booked us a table at Antonio's for 8:30. You got ten minutes," I smiled and planted a peck on her lips.

"Ten minutes? I'll never..." Lisa protested.

I stopped her protest with another kiss and she wrapped her arms around me, pushing me backwards onto the bed.

"Let me call Antonio's and tell them we'll be late," I suggested.

Lisa smiled, "I love you so much babe."

It was a quick intercourse and Lisa's make-up application and dress selection was even quicker. We were sat at our table at Antonio's restaurant with food ordered by 9:15.

The meal was followed up with several glasses of a fruity house red, which is as good as any of the expensive bottles in the restaurant. The food, as well as the scenery, was excellent. Lisa's low-cut dress furnished me with a delectable view of her cleavage, her chest heaving and froing with every breath she took. I gazed at my wife in wonderment, enjoying every single square inch of what I saw - she was definitely a league above me and I found myself wondering how I had managed to catch such a fine female, let alone marry her.

Lisa was feeling the effects of her long day and the evening's alcohol and was clearly lightheaded.

"I want to go for a nightcap," Lisa insisted as we left the restaurant. She locked her arm in mine and we slowly strolled down the high street. Music could be heard from several pubs and clubs and there were a lot of people milling about, even though the wind was chilly and there was a threat of rain in the air.

We entered our favourite pub, the Cross Keys, and ordered our usual; a mojito for the lady and a JD and Coke for myself. As I sipped the sweet American whiskey I considered whether I'd drive home or we'd catch a taxi. The car was in a safe parking area so to hell with it, we'd have a couple more drinks and grab a taxi home, pick up the motor tomorrow.

Sitting in the corner of the lounge we watched as the clientele went about their business. Lisa and I talked about the cold outside, what plans we might have for Christmas, even though it was almost three months away, and then Lisa gossiped a bit about one of the girls at work who had just been caught by her mother-in-law fucking the neighbour's son.

We were on our third round of drinks when Lisa recognised someone entering the pub.

"Oh look, there's Stan," she whelped in excitement.

I looked across the room and saw two men entering the bar, both in their early forties judging by their appearance and hair colouring (shades of grey on their flanks and heavy lines on their foreheads). They looked remarkably alike; brothers perhaps.

"Who the hell is Stan?" I asked.

Without answering my question, Lisa jumped up and almost ran across the room. She wrapped her arms around Stan and planted a long hard kiss on his lips - Lisa was very affectionate with a few drinks inside her.

'For fuck sakes Lisa' I thought to myself. I was annoyed at her behaviour but let it go seeing as she'd had quite a lot of alcohol this night.

Lisa almost dragged Stan across the room to our table whilst his friend ordered drinks at the bar.

"This is Dave, my husband," Lisa introduced me to Stan. He took my hand in a firm grip and shook.

"Pleased to meet you at last," Stan said with a smile. "I've heard a lot about you from Lisa."

"Hi, and I wish I could say the same about you. But Lisa rarely talks about her friends at work," I replied as Stan shook my hand for an overly long handshake.

The second man stood next to Stan.

"And this is my brother Jack," Stan introduced his brother.

"Are you guys twins or something?" I asked.

"Yeah we're twins, but not identical as you can see," Jack replied.

Jack pulled up a chair and sat opposite Lisa and me whilst Stan snuggled up next to Lisa.

"Ooh this is cosy," Lisa teased as she wriggled about between Stan and myself.

I had an inkling of what might be next from my wife, some sexual innuendo, but was surprised when it was Jack who spoke.

"I hear you like your sandwiches," Jack grinned.

There was an awkward silence, and then, "Yeah, I told Jack how much you enjoyed his tuna sandwich last week, remember, that time you had to work through dinner break, I gave you one of my sarnies?"

"Oh yes," Lisa lied.

I could see from the body language and the looks on their faces that Jack had let something slip and Stan tried to cover up.

Since our ordeal in America, Lisa's appetite for sex was overwhelming. I had been struggling to keep up with her. The dildos and vibrators we purchased only went some way to appeasing her appetite. But for the past few months though she hadn't been quite as demanding. Was she now getting her fill at work too? I thought I'd test the waters.

"So Stan, have you been fucking my wife?" I just had to come straight out with it.

Lisa turned and glared at me, her face turning red through embarrassment.

Stan was sipping his beer and nearly spat it over his brother. Jack laughed.

"What?" Stan exclaimed.

"I asked you, 'are you fucking my wife?' It's a simple yes or no question; you don't need to think about it."

I felt Lisa's discomfort. We had agreed that if she needed more, then we'd get it sorted, but not behind my back.

"Don't answer that Stan," Lisa instructed.

"Oh yes do," I retorted. "You don't have to worry Stan; I'm not going to beat the crap out of you or anything. I'm sure that if you, or anyone else for that matter, have fucked Lisa, then it's down to Lisa's advances and you've simply succumbed to her charms," I told him.

"Tell him what you told me Stan," Jack chipped in, a huge grin on his face. I didn't think that Jack was playing with a full deck - toys in the attic and all that sort of stuff. His demeanour was off and I wondered if his mother had perhaps dropped him on his head when he was a baby.

Stan took a large gulp of his beer; Lisa was shaking her head trying to play the victim, and Jack just smiled like a fucking idiot.

"Look Dave, I didn't mean for it to happen, or go that far. Lisa and me, well it was all so innocent," Stan began to explain.

Jack egged his brother on, "Innocent for you maybe, but she's the one who made all the moves, right Stan?"

Stan nodded, "Sorry Lisa, your husband has a right to know. I wish someone had the balls to tell me when my wife was fucking around." He took another scoop from his glass.

Stan explained how the tryst had come about...

It had started a couple of months after we had returned from the States. He had stumbled across Lisa in a store room, she had been crying. Stan had thought that perhaps Lisa and I had been going through some issues, but she assured him it was nothing like that and that it was just one of those times that women have when their hormones are all mixed up; one of them weepy moments.

Stan knelt beside Lisa and placed an arm around her to comfort her. There was a quiet moment; eventually Stan asked Lisa if there was anything he could do to help.

Lisa had on several occasions day-dreamed about bringing home one or two of the lads from work to join us in our bed. She had never thought of Stan in that way. But his closeness in the store room, the smell of his aftershave, his strong arm wrapped around her shoulders suddenly made Lisa's core yearn for that something special. The urge to fuck was overpowering.

Lisa turned to her comforter and kissed him firmly on the lips, her tongue probing his mouth and eventually dancing with his.

Stan's initial reaction was to pull away from Lisa's kiss, but her lips were soft, her kisses sweet. He felt a stirring in his loins and basic instincts took over from common sense.

Lisa reached out and pressed her hand firmly into Stan's crotch. She felt him stir as their kisses became more urgent.

Stan placed a hand on her breast, squeezing and kneading. He felt, rather than heard, Lisa's moans in his mouth.

They slid sideways from her sitting position on the floor and Stan's kneeling position beside Lisa. Stan was on top if Lisa and he couldn't help but press his penis against Lisa's sex. She moaned again and he knew that he was going to fuck Lisa in the store room

Lisa's hands were between them now and she quickly undid Stan's belt and opened his zipper. She reached inside and pulled out his erect cock. Stan groaned with relief as his goaled penis felt the cool air of freedom.

Stan placed a hand on Lisa's thigh and slowly but purposely slipped under her skirt and onto her pussy. Lisa gasped as she felt him pull the cotton material to one side and he roughly inserted a finger, thrusting it deep into her wet pussy.

'Put it in me,' Lisa had whispered in Stan's ear and he lifted himself up to allow his cock to manoeuvre over her pussy and Lisa guided it home.

Stan went straight into a fast and hard thrust as he fucked Lisa. He was desperate to take his time but his sexual excitement wanted him to cum, and cum quickly.

Lisa felt his cock come into contact with her cervix. She hadn't seen it, but she knew from the tightness of her pussy and the sensation of the collisions with her cervix that Stan was a big man.

Lisa groaned and moaned as Stan thrashed her pussy. He stifled a loud groan as he ejaculated into Lisa, filling her pussy with his hot thick cream.

For Lisa it was over far too quick. She felt Stan's urgency to reach orgasm and then she felt his cock twitch as he groaned something unrecognisable. And then she felt that familiar sensation of semen splash against her cervix and fill her vagina.

Stan got to his knees not saying a word. He returned his cock to its dark hiding place and re-buckled his jeans.

Lisa placed a hand on her pussy and buried two fingers into her vagina, pulling out some of Stan's semen. She offered it to Stan to taste, he turned away. Lisa placed her soaking fingers into her mouth as licked them dry.

Stan finished telling his account of what happened. He was helped by Lisa along the way enabling a detailed picture and insight into how they both felt and the sensations they both experienced.

Once again I found myself angry with myself because I should have been mad, but my cock betrayed my true feelings.

Lisa looked me in the eye, "I'm sorry babe," was all she could say.

Stan shook his head.

Across the table Jack was still grinning.

"Tell him about the second time, go one, tell him," that stupid fucking grin. I just wanted to smash the beer glass he was holding right into his face.

After a moment, Stan shared the next time...

"I felt terrible; I had taken advantage of a poor defenceless woman in her hour of need."

'I was not defenceless Stan' Lisa interrupted

"Anyway, I avoided Lisa for the rest of the day, in fact for the rest of that week.

The following week I was taking some supplies up to the fifth floor. There was Lisa at her desk. It was an awkward silent moment."

Lisa continued the story:

"Stan was totally guilt ridden. I had to put him out of his misery so I asked him to join me for a coffee during our lunch break. We met in Starbucks and sat in a quiet corner, but by the time we started talking there were too many people around so I suggested we find somewhere quieter. We ended up in the underground car park under the office block. I had my purse with my keys in it and the car was just there so we sat in the quiet for a few minutes.

"Eventually I explained to Stan that I have this medical condition and that I found it very difficult to contain my sexual urges. It can take just one little thing to kick me off and then I lose control. I told Stan that it wasn't his fault and that he shouldn't worry.

"I touched his hand because I could see he was very uncomfortable and nervous. I continued to say nice things about what had happened to make him feel better but I wasn't sure I was getting through. Unconsciously I had placed my hand on his thigh and as I spoke my hand had drifted up to his crotch and I was gently rubbing the length of his penis.

"He looked down at my hand and then to me, it was just... I don't know, it just happened again. We kissed and we ended up fucking in the car." Lisa was shaking now and holding Dave's hand tightly, her other unconsciously rested on Stan's thigh.

"It was just, I can't explain, it just felt right at the time. When I got home all I could think of was Lisa and how we had both satisfied our urge to copulate," Stan added

I sat in silences. Lisa placed a hand on my neck and apologised once more. I knew she couldn't help it. I had tried to convince her to get help for her nymphomania but she couldn't bear the thought of having to share and relive the abuse, the rape, the... that night in Texas just wouldn't go away.

I looked to her and she gave me a loving smile. She kissed my cheek and let her hand fall to my thigh; she gently squeezed and then rubbed her hand back and forth along my thigh. I noticed too that her other hand was mirroring the movement on Stan's thigh.

"Can I tell my bit now, can I?" Jack asked like an impatience school kid.

"No Jack, your story is made up, it's all in your imagination," Stan chastised his brother.

I sighed and said, "Let him tell it Stan. I'm ready for this."

Lisa kissed my cheek again and rested her hand on my crotch.

Jack began... "Well, Stan came home all excited about something and I just kept pestering on about what it was and I wanted him to tell me and he wouldn't so I found his diary and I read..."

"Stop Jack, I'll tell it," Stan held up a hand to his brother, "the way you're going you'll pass out through hyperventilation man."

Stan took over... "I wouldn't tell Jack what was going on. He pestered me for days. He eventually found my diary and he'd read what I'd written about Lisa, about the storeroom and about the car park.

"Jack wanted to know if he could meet Lisa too, I told him no, but he just kept on and on." Jack smiled at his brother.

"Lisa and I had been seeing each other for a couple of weeks. My car had to go into the garage for some repairs so she offered me a lift home after I'd dropped the car off at the garage. She came in for a coffee, but we both knew it wasn't a coffee she wanted. We ended up in my bed. We were fucking like rabbits. What I didn't know was that Jack here had come home early and we never heard him come into the house. He knew we had a visitor because Lisa's car was parked on the drive." Stan looked to the floor, a little embarrassed as he shared the story.

"Jack snuck up stairs and he could hear me and Lisa going at it. By the time we realised that we had company, Jack had stripped naked and was standing at the foot of the bed."

Lisa took the story from here: "Yeah, so Jack was at the foot of the bed and he was stroking his cock. I was on top of Stan bending forward so Stan could suck my tits. We didn't notice the bed move as Jack knelt on the mattress and before I knew it there was another cock pushing into me.

At that stage I was so far gone, almost hitting my climax that I just didn't give a monkeys. For a moment I thought that Stan had found a dildo or something and he wanted to get a bit more adventurous.

"I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt Jack's hands on my hips. I pulled away from them both at the unexpected surprise. Stan shouted at Jack and Jack shouted at Stan. I tried to calm them both down before fist started to fly.

"In the end I just thought 'fuck it I'll do them both' and so I told them." Lisa smiled at Jack as he started to rub his hand against his groin.

"I got Jack to lay down, I mounted him and then Stan took me from behind. The thrill and excitement of the double penetration was driving me wild," Lisa continued.

"In the end we all came together and they both made sure my pussy was well creamed.

"I promised Jack he could do me again, but Jack wanted to be there with his brother."

Lisa paused from her story and took a sip of her wine. Then, "So, for the past three months, I've been paying the occasional house calls to Stan and Jack. And that's why you've been getting a bit of a rest from me babe."

Jack was grinning, Stan's head was in his hands and Lisa's hand was rubbing my swelling cock through my trouser material.

I nodded slowly, "Yep, I get it now. Now I know why you've come home late on the odd occasion 'from the gym' all freshly showered. Now I know why your pussy is not as tight as it once was."

"I'm sorry babe, I know I should have come clean at the very beginning but the more it went on the harder it was," Lisa's chin began to quiver. Again, that sorrowful look, the knowledge of all she had been through, and the swelling cock in my pants made my heart melt.