---One month later----
Bill and Sally were barely talking. That life altering Saturday, after Bill had picked up their son from his sleepover, they had eaten dinner as a family in silence except for the excited chatter of their son.
Sally was finally feeling a bit better and had fixed her usual good "family" meal. It had taken her all day to recover from the alcohol she had consumed. She was not used to drinking and had the world's worst hangover.
Unfortunately, Sally not drinking very much was something that had changed over the past month. Bill noticed that Sally was drinking wine everyday and based on the number of bottles in the trash, she was consuming more and more as their family was falling apart.
They hadn't had sex. They hadn't even kissed or held each other. One time when Sally touched Bill's arm he jumped and literally ran from the room. This sent Sally off on another crying jag. Crying was something that they both did a lot of. They tried to hide it from their son, but even he knew something was wrong, and hugged his mother at every chance saying, "Don't be sad Mommy."
That first night, after their son had gone to bed, Bill moved all Sally's things into the spare bedroom. He stayed in the master bedroom saying "he couldn't sleep in the spare room after what had gone on in there."
Sally, for her part, could remember only flashes of what had happened in the bedroom with Jim and the others. She didn't say anything and quietly watched as Bill carried armload after armload of her clothes to the other room.
As bad as things were at home, they were even worse on Monday morning when Bill had to go to work. As a joke Frank had hung Sally's bra from Bill's office doorknob, effectively letting everyone in the company know that Bill was a cuckold.
After enduring several comments from Jim about what a great piece of ass his wife was, and how Jim knew that since Sally had tasted his cock she would be calling him for a repeat performance, Bill lost it. He smashed his computer to the floor and ran from the building stopping only to yell, "I quit," to Jim and, "if I see you near Sally again I will kill you."
In a smug tone he replied, "Hey that's OK Bill. I'm sorry you are quitting, but if Sally calls me for a repeat performance I won't turn her down."
Bill stormed out of the office. After driving around the city for a few hours, Bill finally stopped at a bar and drank away the hurt. He was so drunk the bartender took his keys and called a cab to take him home.
It was after midnight when Bill stumbled into the house. Sally was waiting for him on the living room couch. Tears in her eyes, as usual.
"I loved you more than life," Bill cried as he crawled up the stairs.
"Now I can't get the image of you... and THEM out of my head."
Sally began to respond. She was mad that he was drunk and upset that he had worried her. She shot back, "What about the image of you and that...."
But she stopped mid sentence. She knew in terms of infidelity and cheating the score card wasn't even close. Bill fell into bed without another word being spoken.
Fortunately Bill was successful and well known in business, so he was able to get another job almost immediately. He was actually making a bit more money at his new company.
Bill made it a point with his new boss to tell him that he would not travel overnight. He would travel only during the day, and would never go to conventions. Bill was home every night.
Despite the tension in the house his son seemed to be handling it. Since he couldn't or wouldn't spend time with Sally, Bill spent most of his time being a great father.
They tried to get back to normal, but Bill could not get the images of four oily cocks sliding in and out of Sally's cunt and mouth out of his mind. He hoped time would heal the wounds. He told Sally that. She hoped so as well.
But the passing of time didn't help. If anything it was worse. Sally continued to stay in the guest room and they never touched each other.
Over the weeks Sally begged for forgiveness, tried to explain how things had gotten out of hand.
