Making Amends Ch 04

When Bill woke on Saturday morning he was surprised to find Sally up and working at her small desk in the kitchen. She was making notes and talking on the phone.

Coffee was brewing and Sally pointed to it as she finished her phone call. She looked very tired to Bill. But she looked very determined. She had a just scrubbed look about her. Her hair was damp and she wore a crisp white blouse and a pair of blue jeans.

Into the phone she said, "Ok, thank you. I'll see you then."

Bill poured himself a cup of coffee and turned to face her just as she said, "Goodbye" and hung up the phone.

Bill was depressed, and he took a long sip of coffee to give himself some energy for the discussion he knew he must have with his wife.

"No reason to drag this out," he thought.

"Sally we need to talk," he said quietly.

Silence hung in the air for a long moment.

Sally looked hard at him. "Your right Bill and we are going to talk."

"Sally look, this is killing both of us. Something has got to change."

"Bill, I agree. But listen to ........"

"Sally," Bill interrupted. "You know that family is everything to me. But this family is being torn apart. Before any damage is done to our son, and any more damage is done to us, I need to leave."

Sally felt her stomach fall. She got dizzy and Bill stepped forward to steady her before she fainted.

In a moment after she composed herself Sally stood straight once again and with a ferocity in her voice that Bill had rarely if ever heard Sally answered.

"Bill, I love you more than anything in my life except our son. We are a family and I am going to do whatever is necessary to make us a family."

"Sally.."

"Quiet Bill," Sally said firmly. "You said what you had to now I am going to say what I have to."

"I know how hard it was for you to decide to walk away from us. I know that because I know the kind of man you are. And you would do anything rather than walk away or give up on your family. That's one of the reasons I love you so much."

"I am going to fight for you Bill. A month ago I did something entirely out of my normal mousy life style."

"Sally your not mousy..."

"Hush Bill. I know what kind of person I am. I am very much like you. I am steady family oriented, and boring. We have a great family, and I blew it by not talking with you before... before....you know. I blew it by trying to 'make amends' for you. I did it by doing something so outrageous, so out of character for me that it got out of control. And now our whole family is paying the price. You most of all Bill."

Sally looked deeply into Bill's eyes. "I didn't know how to fix it before now. So I went back to my introverted mousy behavior. Hoping that we could get back to the way we were before. But I have figured something out over the past month. You want to know what that is?"

"Oh Sally, I didn't realize how hurt you are. I have been..."

"I'm going to tell you Bill. We can't go back to the way we were before!"

"I know that's why I have to leave."

"Listen to me, my one true love. We can never get back to where we were before. Its impossible. Me acting like I have never acted before in my life is what got us to this point. This crazy point where you are ready to do the hardest thing for you to do, leave your family."

"Sally...."

"Bill, I thought going back to being the dull, boring wife would fix things. But in the last few days I have realized that I was wrong. Crazy out of character behavior on my part is what got us into this mess and I believe that that kind of behavior is the only way for us to get past it. That's what I was trying to do last night when I came into your room. But it wasn't enough, you still saw me as that wife and mother who had betrayed you. It made you literally sick. It made me sick to. So I am going to get past the sickness."

"I don't understand."

"Bill, I want you to do four things for me today. When you are done, if you still think leaving is the right thing to do then I will cry and kiss you goodbye and make the best life I can for me, my son and even you when I see you. But before you go and leave your family, give me today! Just give me one more day."

"Sally I just don't know what good anymore time...."

"For the love you used to have for me. For the love of your son, for the family you cherished before I threw it away, please do this. It is only one more day. Do these four things for me."

With tears welling up in his eyes, realizing that Sally was going to fight for them, for him Bill softly said, "OK Sally. I'll do whatever you want today. Then I'll go."

Sally hugged him tightly. After several minutes of just holding him Sally said, "The first one is easy. Just get our son out of bed, feed him breakfast and take him to Janet's house. She will keep him until tomorrow."

"Ok, but I don't see how that will help us."

That's only number one. There are three more things you promised to do for me. Stay at Janet's until noon. Then come home. That's when you will find out about my second request.

Sally stayed busy on the phone as I got my boy ready to leave. She spoke in hushed tones and I never could catch what she was saying, but she made several calls.

I said a simple "goodbye" as we left. Sally gave me what I would call a worried, but hopeful smile, then she waved us out the door. The phone was still against her ear.

At precisely noon I pulled back into our driveway. Sally's car was at the house, but she wasn't there. That puzzled and worried me a bit. Who had she gone off with? Maybe she was leaving me.

Inside the house propped on the kitchen table was a large manila envelope.

"Oh God," he thought, "she is leaving and this is her 'Dear John" letter to me. I have driven her away."

Inside the envelope was one page written in Sally loopy writing style and a plastic card. There also was a business envelope. I looked at the familiar business envelope. It was from my old company, and it had Jim's personalized stationary.

"Oh God," I thought "she gone to him. That bastard!"

My mind flashed back to Jim's comments about how Sally would want more of him, and he would never turn her down because she was a 'great piece of ass'."

My hand was shaking so hard that I could barely read what Sally had written.

My darling Bill,

What you saw on the TV last month and what you imagined in the guest room has been destroying us both. Truthfully, I don't remember much of the night. I think the images in our heads must be worse than reality.

There is only one solution. We must both find out exactly what went on. Without you being restrained and without me being drunk. The only way for both of us to know for sure is to reenact that fateful night.

Along with this letter is a key card to room 2125 of the Downtown Hilton. I have asked Frank and the others to meet Jim and me there. I have asked them to SHOW us both what exactly happened.

My second request, one I pray you will honor, is to COME TO THE HOTEL NOW! After all it was the five of you who started this. It is only right that you are all present today.

Please follow us, I need you to be there. I need for us both to know!

Love Always,

Sally

Oh God, she was going to do it again. She had let Jim take her to a hotel where she would have sex with all four of them again. I tore open Jim's envelope. Inside there was a twenty dollar bill and another note. This note was in Jim's masculine scrawl.

Billy Boy,

I knew she wouldn't be able to get enough of me. I think $20 is the going rate, isn't it? Ha Ha!

Like last time I plan on getting a lot more than $20's worth of pleasure from your sexy wife!

Jim

Bill ran out of the kitchen to the garage and drove downtown at break neck speed. His mind was spinning. Did she want to run off with Jim? Did she love him? Why did she want me to see them all together? Wasn't once enough? Didn't she know doing this again would drive me away forever? Is that what she wanted, did she want me to leave and never look back?

The Downtown Hilton was a high rise hotel and to Bill it seemed an eternity as the elevator rose to the 21

st

floor.

He was shaking as the elevator door opened. He was so upset that he miss read the room sings and ended up walking around the whole floor before he found himself standing in front of room 2125. He stared blankly at the room number and the small glass lens that covered the door's peephole. "Oh god, what is she doing in there with them?" His mind screamed. "Why have I been so cold and such a bastard over the past month. Have I driven her to this?"

He tried looking into the peephole from the outside to see if there was anyway to determine what was happening in the room, but it was impossible to see anything except a point of light.

"Dammit", he thought. "This isn't my fault. Sally is the one who let those four sons of bitches do..." His mind couldn't help but replay what he had seen, what he had imagined. Bill got pissed off at his wife all over again.

To himself he said, "Well if this is what she wants to do. To drive the last nail into the coffin of our family, so be it. After this I know that there can never be anything left of us or our love."

Steeling himself for what he thought he would surely see when he entered the room, Bill stood straight, wiped his wet eyes with the back of his hand and said, "The hell with it." He jammed the key card into the electronic lock and pushed open the door so hard that it crashed with a loud thump against the wall.

Sitting around the room in golf clothes where the four men, Bill's old workmates. The men who just a month earlier had used and defiled his wife, the love of his life.

Sally stood in the middle of the room. Bill immediately noticed that she was wearing a tight white blouse and a short black skirt. The skirt looked like an old one that Sally had kept for years. Something that she might have wore years ago when she was in college. She certainly didn't wear skirts that short anymore. He could help but notice how good her legs looked, and how her breasts looked big and inviting under the tight blouse. Next to Sally was a boom-box playing some sensual jazz, and a large bottle of clear liquid. It was a baby oil bottle.

"Dam she was going to do it again," thought Bill. Finally he looked into his wife's face. He saw fear, and concern in her overly made up eyes. He noticed that her hands were frozen at her throat. To be more precise they were frozen on the third button down on her blouse. The first two buttons were already open.

"Billy boy, boomed Jim's voice. We were not sure if you were going to make it. We finally convinced Sally to get started without you."

"Shut up Jim."

Glancing at his wife's face, he gave her a look of pure disgust and rage.

With his voice quaking he said to Sally, "I made you a promise. I promised to give you today. But I am not going to watch this ..... again."

Sally almost folded right then. But this was the only thing she could think of to save her marriage and her family. She reminded herself that, "she had to go further to get it back." She didn't know if this would be a new beginning or an end. But she was committed to see it through, and it was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life.

"Stay Bill, I need for you to stay. You promised and I am holding to you to your promise. Tonight you can leave me forever, but I need you with me for the rest of the day."

Jim cut in, "I don't know what is up with you two, and I don't give a shit. But Sally said that we were going to get an encore of last month."

Licking his lips and leering at Sally he added, "And baby I am ready to have a party." With that statement the arrogant Jim unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. If Billy boy wants to join in, that's fine, but I don't want him to ruin it for the rest of us."

"Please Bill," Sally pleaded, "Just believe in me for a little while longer. Please let me finish this."

Bill saw that he was outnumbered five to one. Even his so called loving wife wanted this. "Fine," he replied and leaned back against the wall crossing his arms in defiance. "But when you are finished, I expect

all

of you to swear what a SLUT she is in DIVORCE court."

Sally could see the hatred in his eyes, and she died inside. She couldn't stand to see him looking at her like that. But she had to see this through.

"All right," cheered Jim and Frank, "Lets see if you remember how to do a lap dance!"

Picking up on Bill's acceptance one of the men turned up the volume on the boom-box and the four men started chanting, "Take it off. Take it off."

Bill turned away and stared out the window, his breath coming in ragged gulps. "He would honor his promise, and by honoring it, he would end his marriage. At least he now knew that his wife wasn't the woman he though she was. He would probably be able to get custody of his son." He tried to think of a new life now that his old one was over. But out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help but notice Sally swaying to the music. He couldn't help but notice that her hands were busy at the front of her blouse.

Sally finished unbuttoning her blouse and it hung open at her shoulders. The men cheered as they caught a glimpse of the considerable swell of her breasts, which were pushed up by her bra. Sally had danced to the middle of the floor and had one of the men sitting on each side of her. Bill continued to stand off to the side. His face turned toward the window as if he were ignoring the erotic dance his wife was doing only a few feet away. But his eyes continued to glance at her. And despite his decision to divorce the unfaithful bitch, his heart was still breaking.

"Take it off.... Come on lets see those titties."

Sally danced in a circle between the men and shrugging her shoulders let her blouse slide to the floor.

"Yeah, way to go Sally... keep it coming..."

Sally's hands went to her waist, she quickly unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down the zipper. It was if she wanted to hurry and get this over. The black skirt soon joined the blouse on the floor.

Bill couldn't stand it. When the four men cheered their approval he looked over at his wife. She stood in a lacy panty and bra set. One he didn't recognize. One that was far different from the granny like panties and bras she usually wore.

Sally didn't notice his look. She was looking down and kicking her clothes away from her feet. She took some time doing this, and it looked to Bill as if she were deliberately kicking them towards the door of the hotel room.

As Sally looked up, Bill looked quickly away. Their eyes locked for just a moment. Both pairs of eyes filled with pain and embarrassment.

In a low whisper that could barely be heard over the music Sally said, "I am not sure that you all told me the truth last month. What I wanted to know then and what I want to know now is how far the stripper went? There seems to be some disagreement."

"Come on Sally we told you. She went ALL THE WAY," Jim chimed in.

Bill couldn't contain himself and said, "Bullshit."

"Come on Bill you know she got naked and gave us all blow jobs. Just because you didn't like it...." Jim caught himself realizing that he had said too much.

Sally looked at Bill, "You told me the truth."

Bill finally turned and faced his nearly nude wife. "Yeah, I told the truth. Not that it matters now."

Learning for sure that Bill had been honest with her, bolstered Sally's confidence. "Ok, then," she said, "If that's what she did. But I'm not going to be the only one showing off what I've got. You guys want the whole treatment then you have to get naked. Then I'll do everything that w... whor....whore did." She finally got out the word.

"You'll be our whore! Right Sally?" Jim immediately asked. He was thinking things were getting back on track for an afternoon of debauching the housewife.

"Well boys, get naked and lets find out," Sally answered.

Bill turned back toward the window, he wouldn't watch what was going to happen.

It was comical how quickly the four men stripped. In just a few moments the four men naked. All sporting the beginnings of sizable hard-ons. Sally laughed and walked to each man saying, "let me take care of those clothes for you. We wouldn't want them wrinkled. That might be hard to explain to your wives."

She collected, then folded the clothes, placing them on the dresser nearest the door.

"Ok boys, everyone agrees that the stripper was topless. Ready to see my breasts... I mean tits," Sally said with a new found confidence.

"Yeah, take it off... Lets see 'em."

Sally danced into the middle of the room and reached behind her back. The bras loosened and with her best stripper move Sally held the cups over her breasts as the straps slipped loose. Dancing around the room she quickly dropped then replaced each cup giving every seated man a flash of her hard pink nipples.

"All right! God your beautiful."

Sally dropped her bra and it was quickly picked up and held to the nose of one of the men.

"Oh I forgot about the Baby Oil," laughed Sally. "You guys like your strippers oiled up as I recall."

"Yes. God this is great. And her old man is not doing a dam thing." Frank cheered.

Sally shook her tits in the face of every man. And her large c-cup breasts danced as if they had of life of there on. Now there were four very hard erections pointed at her.

Sally danced to the desk and picked up the bottle of Baby Oil. "Hey guys," she said, "how about I oil up those beautiful hard cocks and then you can rub the oil all over me."

Bill sagged against the wall. He couldn't help it and a tear coursed down his cheek.

Bill and Frank were on their feet immediately. They approached Sally and didn't stop until their hard red cocks were only inches from her body. As they approached Sally squirted a liberal amount of Oil onto her hands.

"Come on boys, let me feel how hard this housewife stripper has made you. Let me play with your hard cocks."

Sally reached down and took a hard cock into each oily hand. She quickly stroked up and down the length of each, then lowered her hands and rolled their testicles around like they were marbles.

"Oh, that feels so good," Bill quipped. Baby, I can't wait to have you suck me off again. Then I'll give you the fucking of your life!"

Bill couldn't stand it. He turned and seeing his wife in only her panties, breasts swaying as she manipulated the two cocks in her hands, he charged the group.

"Get away for her or I'll kill you!" Bill bellowed.

Sally released the cocks and took a step back.

"Hey what the...," Jim said.

Sally ran towards the door of the room. She picked up her blouse and skirt. She looked for her bra and saw it wrapped around the cock of one of the still seated men. He was slowly stroking his cock with the while lace.

"Owww," cried Frank.

"What the...," Jim said shocked.

Bill had stopped in mid charge and looked at Sally who was struggling into her skirt.

"It hurts...," moaned Frank.

Jim fell to the floor grasping his groin.

Sally pushed her arms into her sleeves forgetting about her bra and looked at her startled husband. "Come on Bill, lets get out of here. NOW," she commanded.

By now both Frank and Jim were writhing on the floor in a fetal position.

Sally grabbed the men's clothes and with her blouse still flapping open took the few steps to the door and pushed it open. "NOW BILL, Come on!"

Bill, still not understanding, followed his wife into the hallway, The room door slammed shut behind them. Even with the door closed they could hear Frank and Jim begin to scream.

Sally was cleaning her hands on the men's clothes trying to get the oil off. She stopped at a trash receptacle and pushed the clothes into it, then went running towards the elevator. Bill followed behind. As they arrived at the elevator the sliding doors opened and a bellboy and an older couple got off. The teenaged bellboy starred at Sally's still exposed breasts. The older woman in a biting tone said, "You think she'd get dressed before leaving her room."