Joe walked out of the den and returned to Shelly's party and the other three men followed him a minute later. That left me standing in Joe's den wondering how I was going to be able to go back to the party and face the people who no doubt knew what had gone on. Most of Tom's family were at the party and for the last eight years they had all seen me as Tom's loving wife. And just how in the hell was I going to face my husband.
I couldn't. I couldn't do either; I couldn't face Tom and I couldn't face his family. What had started out as an attempt to embarrass Joe to the point where he would leave me alone - stop sexually harassing me - had gone terribly wrong. I had not only not embarrassed him, but I had allowed Joe to turn me into a whore. What was worse was that he made me like it. It was over and he was gone, but I couldn't say to myself, "Okay, you screwed up, put it behind you and get on with your life." I couldn't do that because I knew that Joe would be at my front door the next day at eleven thirty-five and I knew that I would be waiting for him just like he said he wanted me - in my slutty high heels and with a wet and eager pussy.
I don't know how long I sat there in Joe's den - it must have been hours - before the door opened and Shelly came in. She stood looking at me for several moments and then she said, "You can come out now, they are all gone."
"Tom?"
"He left when you came in here with Joe."
"Did he say anything?"
"No, he just looked around the room with shame on his face and then he left."
"Oh God, what am I going to do?"
"Go home and pretend that nothing happened. He was already gone when everyone else here heard your first scream of pleasure. If you don't tell him I doubt that anyone else who was here tonight will. No honey, what you are going to have to work hardest at is not letting him find out about what happens from now on."
"What do you mean?"
"Joe is going to use you from now on if you let him and if the noises that were coming out of this room tonight are any indication you most definitely will."
"You seem to be taking this calmly."
"I don't have a choice sweetie. I am as addicted to that cock as you are going to be. I learned a long time ago that I do what Joe says or he cuts me off. Come on sweetie, I'll drive you home."
The ride home was made in silence and as I was getting out of the car Shelly wished me good luck. The house was dark when I came in, but I heard the tinkle of ice cubes in a glass coming from the living room and I headed that way. Tom was sitting on the couch in the dark and drinking. Hoping against hope that Shelly knew what she was talking about I sat down in the chair across from Tom and said, "Thanks for everything Tom. Thanks for not having the guts to come after me when I went into Joe's den and thanks for abandoning me and running home."
I stood up to leave the room and Tom said, "What you did was totally uncalled for. You embarrassed me in front of my entire family."
"Bullshit! Your brother has been embarrassing me for eight fucking years now and I have begged you to do something about it, but you never would. I told you a month ago I'd give you one more chance to have a talk with him, but you are a gutless wienie where he is concerned and you didn't do shit. I told you if you didn't do it I was going to do some embarrassing of my own. You didn't do anything, as fucking usual, so I followed through on my threat. If you were embarrassed in front of your family it was your own damned fault. It is what you get for having no fucking backbone where Joe is concerned. Good night" and I left him sitting in the living room and went to bed.
In a way I felt bad for treating Tom that way. I loved Tom, I really did and I was sorry that I had cuckolded him with his brother. I hadn't planned on it, it had just happened and the fact was that it was going to happen again. I didn't want to lose my husband; he was kind, considerate and loving and I couldn't see me living without him. So, feeling that way, how could I look forward to seeing his brother the next day? I didn't know, I couldn't figure it out and I did not understand it.
I was lying there thinking those thoughts when Tom came in, undressed and got into bed with me. His hand moved to my breast, which was his signal that he wanted to make love. I rarely refused him, but I couldn't let him make love to me because I still had the love juices of Joe, Paul, Ralph and Steve in me. I was afraid that if I let Tom enter me he would know right away what had happened in Joe's den. I hadn't showered and cleaned myself before going to bed because that was something that I never did at night and that too might have told Tom something.
I pushed his hand away, "Not tonight Tom. I'm in no mood after the evening that I've just had" and I rolled away from him and pretended to go to sleep.
I was standing at the door at eleven-thirty naked except for high heels when the doorbell rang at eleven thirty-eight. Joe already had his cock out and was stroking it when I opened the door. He stepped in, pushed the door shut behind him and said, "On your knees sweetie and show him how happy you are to see him again."
That began the wildest afternoon of sex I had yet experienced. After fucking me for the third time Joe picked up the phone and called his office and told them he wouldn't be back in that day. The first time I had his cock in my mouth - that night in the den - I could barely get the head of it past my lips. By the time Joe left my house I was able to accommodate almost a third of his cock and Joe told me that I would be deep throating him by the end of the week. Joe fucked me five times that afternoon and I was amazed at his ability to get hard time after time. I absolutely loved the full feeling I had when he was in me and I was trying to pull him back down for another session when he laughed and said, "We'll do it again tomorrow sweetie, but I need to leave unless you want Tom to walk in on us."
I looked at the clock and saw that Tom would be home in less than a half-hour. When Joe left I staggered into the bathroom, showered and douched, quickly put fresh sheets on the bed, and then went downstairs to fix dinner for Tom. I hoped that he wouldn't want to make love that night because even though I had douched and gotten most of Joe's spend out of me he had stretched my pussy to the point I was sure Tom would notice.
The phone rang while we were eating dinner and Tom answered it and then handed me the phone. "It's for you. I think its Shelly.
