"You motherfucking goddamn son of a bitch!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs, flailing at my husband Dan with both hands.
He was trying to hold me, stop my hysterical screaming and swinging at him.
I tried to dig at him, slash at him with my fingernails to no avail. Of course I kept them trimmed very close and spotless, after all, I had my hands in bread dough all day at Bill's bakery.
"You ruined everything!" I stopped swinging, started to sob. Dan gathered me in his arms and held me as my body convulsed.
I realized I was still naked, Bill had long since beaten a hasty retreat. I tore loose from my husband and ran to the bedroom, slammed the door.
Dan was at the door in seconds, knocking.
"Dana? Honey? Please, I am sorry, I didn't realize you would take it this way."
I ignored him.
Dan had been making comments for months, buying me clothes and talking me into wearing things out in public that I would have never even considered.
Then he was suggesting I sleep with Bill? Bill was my boss at the bakery, I never even thought of him like that. Besides, he was married to Sandy, they were just our friends.
When I had blurted out to Bill some of the things that were going on, it was his idea that we fiddle around some and get Dan jealous, that would put a stop to it.
I guess I was stupid.
I thought some teasing, something like that would do the trick, so when Bill came over for dinner I came out afterwards in just a big T-shirt. Somehow we got to horsing around, I ended up nude and then Bill was nude and all the rest just happened.
When Dan didn't start to throw a fit as my breasts were exposed, I went to the next step. Naked, I actually opened my legs to let Bill see me. After all, it was just Bill, plus I had lost some of my usual modesty wearing those skimpy clothes out in public.
The whole thing made me feel naughty, sexual. I was being blatant. I opened my legs to let Bill see me, what was he supposed to expect?
I was sure that that would be when Dan called a halt.
He didn't, then it was too late, it happened and I didn't stop it.
I didn't even try to stop it. It was days later before I realized I had actually wanted it.
But I even orgasmed, what the hell was wrong with me? This wasn't my husband. My climax was huge, powerful, like nothing I had ever felt before in my life! Dan usually gave me orgasms, pleasant ones. Soft and sweet, the kind that made me feel warm and comforted. This one was incredible, it started the instant Bill touched me and went on and on, each one higher and stronger until I had no sense at all of where or who or what, just spasms crashing across my entire body.
When it was over I was suddenly ashamed.
Then Bill said that my Dan and Sandy had been messing around, that tore it! I exploded in a rage, Bill got the drift and got out of there, leaving me screaming at Dan.
Now, in my bedroom, I cried myself to sleep. I felt guilty, dirty. I had cheated, I was used.
I was completely confused, afraid. Sleep came, with it, dreams. A blur, an erection, so large coming at me. There was no face or body, just the joining as my body was pressed open, forced to expand in pleasure and pain. I could not move, lying there awake with muscles that would not respond as the dream tore at my loins. The orgasm was so powerful I passed out.
Or I dreamed I did.
The next morning, I woke up with the Sun shining in my eyes. Looking at the clock, I was late for work. But I knew I couldn't go to work, no way could I ever face Bill again. I showered for a long time, trying to get the screaming hot water to wash away the memories. Yet as I scrubbed at my outer lips I felt the waves begin, I sank to my knees as the near scalding water cascaded over me.
Dan was gone to work, so I dressed and went into the living room. There was a note from him, I picked it up.
"I'm sorry. I love you."
I sat at the kitchen table, sipping some coffee, thinking. Then the phone rang.
"Are you all right?" It was Sandy.
"I am fine. What do you want?" My tone was nasty.
"Honey, we didn't...Bill called and told me, he said you got all upset."
"You and Dan? You have been fucking DAN behind my back?" My voice rose as the anger came flooding back.
"Dana..DANA!...Dan said..we thought you would be willing?"
I hung up on her. The phone rang again almost instantly, I let it ring.
I had no idea what to do, where to go. I had no one to even talk to.
It was several hours later when the phone rang again.
"Dana? Can we talk?" It was Dan.
"What do you want?" I used my harshest tone.
"I just want you to know I am sorry, It won't happen again."
"Dan, I am not ready to talk to you yet."
"All right. I will talk to you when I get home."
"Dan, you don't understand. Don't you DARE come back here tonight!"
I slammed the phone down. It rang again, instantly. I ignored it.
I went in to start packing my bags, then I changed my mind. I gathered up all of Dan's clothes, stuffed them in garbage bags.
That seemed fitting.
I carried them outside and piled them on the lawn. Then I called a locksmith to come and change the locks. He was there in 30 minutes, a nice looking young man about 25 or so. It popped into my head to seduce the guy, fuck him senseless.
But I shook that thought out of my head. He handed me the new keys, I wrote him a check as he looked at the bumps my nipples made in the T-shirt I wore. I knew he was looking, the thought made my vagina suddenly dampen, my nipples firm up. I barely managed to control my voice as I handed him the check.
I didn't have a car, I usually just rode my bike to my job at the bakery. I called a taxi, had him drive me to the bank and closed all of our accounts, took the cashier's checks to a different bank and deposited them.
Then I went back home.
I expected Dan to arrive right after work, he didn't. I sat there and waited for him, getting madder by the minute. Finally at 10 O'clock I knew he wasn't coming.
I know, I told him not to but I thought he would anyway. The phone didn't ring, either. That made me even madder. I found a bottle of Gin in the cabinet, poured myself some with some grape juice. It tasted terrible, I drank it anyway.
I woke up the next morning on the couch, my mouth was dry, my head spun. I went into the kitchen and threw up in the sink. It was afternoon when there was a knock on the door. I looked out, Sandy was standing on the porch. I decided I would just ignore the bitch. Fuck her, leave her standing out there on the porch!
I jerked the door open a crack, glared at her.
"Can I come in?" her voice was almost timid.
I just opened the door, stood aside.
She looked me up and down.
"Are you sick?"
"No, I have a hangover."
I went into the kitchen, got some coffee. I was on my third pot. I thought of putting some poisen in hers but I didn't have any. I handed her the cup.
"So what do you want?"
"Apologize. I want to...Bill and I thought you guys would..enjoy..Oh, God! This is so hard."
"You wanted to fuck Dan and you thought if Bill and I were then you won't feel guilty? Is that it?" I was being very loud.
"No, Bill likes to..watch me." She blushed at the admission.
"Dan was at our house. It just happened. Then we were talking and we thought you would join in."
"That is why Dan kept buying me those clothes, making me show off in public?"
"Probably. I think so. He wanted to get you used to the idea."
"Well, I'm not used to it!"
"We are sorry, Dana. It won't happen again. We just want to go back to the way things were before."
"I will think about it."
Sandy left, I busied myself around the house, trying to keep my mind blank. Six o'clock came and went, Dan didn't come home. The phone didn't ring, either. I began to get mad again, then I was worried. By 10 PM I called a taxi, had him drive me around town looking for Dan's car.
I didn't find it. By the next morning, I was beginning to panic.
I called Dan's work, they said he wasn't in, that he had taken vacation leave. The secretary's voice sounded sad to me.
I called Sandy, she said she had no idea either where Dan was.
"Lying bitch!" I thought, pissed off again.
By weekend I was going nuts with worry. I must have called his cell phone 200 times, nothing. He had it turned off, he even had the voicemail turned off.
Then finally it rang. Dan picked up.
"Where the hell are you?" I demanded.
"I'm in the motel, down at the coast."
I knew exactly which one, at the Casino, the bastard. The same one we sometimes vacationed at.
"What are you doing there?"
"I took some time off, to let you cool down. Plus I needed some time to think."
I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.
"I am coming down there."
"How are you going to get here?"
"I will get a car."
"OK. We really need to talk. I love you!"
I hung up, started to call a rental agency. Then it hit me. Dan's 401K had over $200,000 in it, and I just happened to have the access code since I handled all the bills and finances. Dan never paid any real attention to any of that, he just used his credit cards for everything. I had already moved the savings and checking account.
I was pissed off again.
I turned on the computer, transferred half of his 401K account to my personal checking account. I showered, trimmed myself, put on my makeup and one of the naughty dresses Dan had bought for me early on when he started his little games. It was blue, Dan liked blue. It hooked at the shoulder and the two strips of cloth just draped over my breasts. It was also thin enough it required a bra in public, I didn't bother. I didn't bother with hose or panties, either. I packed a suitcase with the nastiest clothes I had in the closet, I even added the tiny pink bikini Dan had bought for me that I had never had the courage to wear since I almost couldn't stand up and stay in it. Plus if I actually did get it wet, it pretty much vanished, it had no liners.
Then I called a taxi.
I had no problem at all getting the car salesman to help me. The nice young man helping me spent a lot of time looking at my titties that were nearly completely exposed, I just let him look, making no effort at all to hide anything.
The bright yellow Mustang with the engine that was loud and rumbled served me just fine. It had some black trim and about every fancy addition the company offered.
I wrote them a personal check for almost $70,000, that got some funny looks as it took me three tries to get the numbers small enough to get it all on one line. The salesman huddled with the manager, they kept looking at me and then the check.
One phone call to the bank and they were back handing me the keys, all smiles.
I put my suitcase in the back, it barely fit. I started the engine, pulled it into gear. It made a terrible noise, lurched a couple of feet and stopped.
I tried again, it did the same thing.
I was sitting there confused, the young salesman came up to me.
"It's a stick shift, miss."
Stick shift? Just great. I looked down at the floorboards at the extra pedal that I had thought was the emergency brake. I realized I didn't have a clue how this car worked, I almost never drove and when I did I just pulled the lever into gear and pressed on the gas and it would go.
"Get in!" I looked at him. It was an order.
He got an odd look on his face but obeyed, I saw the other people all watching us with big grins.
"Show me how this works!" I had to learn how to drive a stick shift, whatever that was.
"Push that pedal on the left, that's the clutch. Put it in the first gear, then speed the engine up a little and let the clutch out slowly."
I did that, the car jumped forward with a lurch and a loud squeal of the tires, and we were moving. Three times around the block and I had the hang of it, except for once when it turned around backwards in 2nd gear, my foot slipped.
