I damn near lost control of my car. "You did what?" I said loudly to Tammy who recoiled at my outburst.
"I s-s-sucked him," she repeated stammering this time. She seemed almost surprised by my reaction.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly and glared through the windshield at the empty, illuminated road ahead. Slowly I said, "While you were in the closet with Freddie...you sucked his cock?"
"Y-y-yeah," she answered almost fearfully.
"I can't fucking believe this. Tammy, what the fuck were you thinking?" My mind was almost spinning out of control and I gripped the wheel even harder.
"It was your idea to play that dumb game," Tammy said. "Seven minutes in heaven. What was I supposed to do in that closet with Freddie? You had just been in there with his girlfriend Wanda. Weren't you guys doing 'stuff'?"
"We kissed, Tammy," I exclaimed. "We kissed and touched a little bit."
"Freddie told me that Wanda had probably given you a blowjob and asked me to do the same for him," she responded.
"And you bought that?" I was incredulous.
"She didn't?" Tammy asked. "All you did was kiss?"
"I might have felt her up a little, but that's a long way from putting my cock in her mouth," I replied. Visions of Freddie's cock in my wife's mouth were overwhelming my brain.
"Tell me the whole story," she suddenly demanded. "At first it was just kissing, now it's a little more. Did you get your hands under her bra?"
"She wasn't wearing one," I admitted.
"Did you feel her bare titties, then?" came the next question.
"Yes," I said.
"Were her nipples hard, Ray? Was she turned on by you feeling her titties?" Tammy was trying to change the subject. "Did she moan when you felt her up?"
"Yes they were and yes she did," I answered.
"Did you feel her pussy, too?"
