Every thing has a reason, or so the saying goes. Reason and any form of logic failed me as my thoughts were consumed of the life changing events of the past week. My actions and more so, those of my wife could never be condoned by any normal line of thought. Mine were fueled by pain, betrayal, and probably most of all humiliation. Kelley's, I reasoned, could only be fanned by curiosity and lust. As I sat in front of my computer screen Thursday morning waiting on the file that promised an "Update" of Kay (Kelley's new name) from Ray and Lisa's porn site to download, I reflected on the last two days.
For whatever reason, Jolene had become my outlet to vent frustrations. In my reasoning, she was the start of her circle of friends falling into Ray's web. I felt that she and she alone could have halted the compromise and cheating that her friends, to include my wife, had fallen prey to. I justified my anger at the apparent willingness and selfishness of these married women to satisfy their sex by not stopping their affairs with Ray and Lisa. Monday I had used my cock and portions of the video as a tool of revenge. I admit I took great pleasure in persuading Jolene and her best friend Mary Beth to drain the burning fire from my balls and to lick each others pussies. But last night was what I would use to extract my revenge from my wife...
I had called Kelley's half sister Cheryl Wednesday afternoon and asked her to drop by the house after work to pick up a package that Kelley wanted her to have. I then called Jolene and told her without giving reason to drop by around 6:30. She fervently protested saying that her husband was suppose to take her out to eat. I told her that I guess I would see her at 6:30 sharp and hung up the phone. Cheryl arrived at 6:15. Tall and lean, she wore a knee high skirt with a conservative top hiding her small but perky breasts. Her brown hair with blonde highlights was slightly curled and fell shoulder length. We made small talk until the door bell rang. Jolene came in with a pouty look that heightened her sexuality. Always one to look her best, she was dressed in tight black pants and light blue top that showcased her tits.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed over and over seeing Cheryl in the house.
I stifled a grin as Cheryl sat looking at Jolene with a puzzled amusement on her face.
"I would have never thought you were involved," Jolene said avoiding Cheryl's stare.
"What the hell are you talking about Jolene?" Cheryl asked.
"Oh, you mean, uhmm," Jolene stammered.
"Yes she is involved and no I haven't told her," I said. "Why don't you tell her why she's here Jolene?"
"What kind of drugs are you two on?" Cheryl said looking at one and then the other of us.
Jolene sank into the love seat, her breath coming in rapid short bursts. A full two minutes had passed and it was apparent that she could not tell Cheryl what I had asked her to. Cheryl repeatedly asked her what was going on as I retrieved myself a beer and at the request of both girls, a bottle of wine. I drank down half my beer and watched the two girls in silence. Finally I spoke.
