Carol lay in bed, ears pricked to hear if Ray had gone for good this time. She was tired but couldn't stop thinking about the previous evening. Guilty as hell, but horny again just thinking about what she had done the night before. She drew her knees up, slipped her hand between her legs, and felt around in her tender folds.
She tried to ease her guilt by telling herself that Ray had all but admitted he had tried to get into one of the show model's pants at the after-show diner. She had surreptitiously questioned him about it that morning, but he obviously did not remember what he had told her when rotten drunk the night before, and he was very evasive. So she didn't push him, but knowing about his supposed indiscretion didn't ease her conscience.
Still guilty or not, she knew it was senseless beating herself up about it now. The fact was she had cheated, but it was the most incredible sexual experience she had ever had. She smiled at the thought that most women would never experience a night like that, so she had to learn to live with the fact and treat it as a one-off slip-up.
However, try as she might, she couldn't stop her mind from returning to the night's events. And lay there trying to put some semblance of order to what the guys had done with her. Her fingers started sliding around in her quim, as a vivid picture formed of her lying on her back with Kurt above her. He had her knees pressed hard against her chest, and she remembered that DJ had been kneeling behind her, lifting her head so she could watch Kurt's glistening pole disappear into her squirming body.
Kurt had talked dirty to her, calling her a dirty little married bitch, and a slut; he used numerous other depraved expressions as well. The depravity of his filthy language made her face blush crimson, but fuck, had it turned her on. Ray hardly ever spoke during their lovemaking and never used any dirty language. She wondered if she should encourage Ray to talk dirty to her and if it would have the same effect on her as Kurt's swearing had.
She was trying to remember where that particular fuck had been in the dozen or more positions she recollected them taking her in. When she heard the door lock click. Someone was entering the room. She knew the time was going on 9:00, so it was a bit early for the room maid, but who else could it be?
"I thought we had put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Can you come back later?" Carol called out.
There was silence, and opening her eyes, she saw DJ standing beside the bed, giving her one of his best smiles.
Carol panicked and swung her legs out of bed, ignoring the fact that her nightdress was bunched up at her waist, "You should not be here. You lied to me. You did have my room key!"
"I didn't; Kurt had it. And evidently, you gave him your room number. He gave it to me this morning as he left for work."
"Well, you can't be here," she said, pulling her nightdress down and giving him an angry look.
"I know. But I booked a flight over the Grand Canyon at 10:00, so get dressed, and we must go."
"I agreed to yesterday and only yesterday. As much as I enjoyed it, it was a huge mistake on my part. I have a family to think of. I can't put that in jeopardy!"
"You said you were doing nothing today, and one of the guys from the bike racing called. He says he has some spare seats for a flight over the Grand Canyon, and there will be no charge if I bring you along for him to perv at. I promise I will behave myself."
"Shit! I'm not worried about your behaviour. It's my own I'm worried about. I've just been lying here trying to understand what I did last night. Do you realise what it is doing to me, my being unfaithful, doing stuff I never believed I was capable of? Not being able to look my husband in the eye, nor knowing what I should say to him."
"Sorry, Yesterday was a first for me as well. Kurt and I have fooled around, but nothing like that. How are you with your husband?"
"He was absolutely hammered when I got home, and he had to race away early this morning. So we have only spoken a few words to each other. But I'm worried he will, at some stage, recollect the time and condition I was in when I arrived home. Also, you gave me some hickies; if he sees those, I'm in deep shit."
"Oh! Sorry, I definitely did not give you those. Anyway, will you come flying with me? I want to talk, and you are right; we should get away from here."
Carol was hesitant. She knew she bloody well shouldn't. But sitting around in the room until Ray returned at 4:00 didn't hold much promise for her. Besides, she thought, she couldn't get into much trouble doing a tour out to the Canyon, which she had hoped to do on the trip.
"Alright. I'll get dressed. But I have to be back here by 3:00 pm. If you can absolutely promise me that, I'm on."
"You must bring your passport to get on the plane; it is a federal requirement."
"You're not going to hijack me and fly me to Canada, are you?" She said, turning to look for something to wear.
"I would love to. Shall we elope?"
She shook her head at him, picked out some clothes and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. She gave herself a once over with the flannel, reasonably sufficient, as she had scrubbed herself silly in the shower only six hours earlier. She brushed her hair, touched up the concealer on her neck, a touch of lipstick, and then donned a blue lacy bra and thong. She sorted through her clothes and decided on a short, dirty grey denim skirt and a white rib-knit halter top. Sneakers seemed the best choice for the Grand Canyon; once she had donned those, she stepped back into the bedroom and motioned to DJ that she was ready.
Carol nervously followed DJ out of the hotel, worried they would run into one of the other wives or one of Ray's workmates. But they saw no one, and she breathed a sigh of relief when seated in DJ's Durango. DJ stopped at a drive-in fast food place and got them bacon, egg muffins, and coffee. Then, they settled in for the half-hour drive to the airfield.
As the miles ticked by, she quizzed DJ about the trip. He explained that one of the riders she had met at the bike track the day before was a pilot and had invited them to fly out to the Grand Canyon that morning. He said they would fly over the Hoover Dam before flying down the Grand Canyon and landing at Bar 10 Ranch. At the Ranch, they could tour the Canyon on a quadbike, but her 3 o'clock time limit may curtail them from doing that. But they would have time to have lunch at the Ranch.
At the airfield, DJ introduced her to Adam, the pilot. She remembered him. He had won a race the day before and had spent some time talking to her over drinks. She had also met his wife, and that made her a little more comfortable about the trip.
Adam went over the day's plans and said he would try to get them a quad bike so they could go to an old lookout point that was only fifteen minutes from the Ranch.
When they walked out to the small plane, Carol got the shock of her life. On the tarmac was a couple she knew from back home. Russell and Tracy, she didn't know them that well, only having met them a couple of times. A friend of hers, Mary, had introduced them at a party. But she remembered them as Russell had hit on her that night and tried again at their next party. She had been mortified at his behaviour and his so openly chatting her up but heard later that they were swingers.
Turning and seeing her, Tracy rushed over, "Gosh, what a surprise meeting you in a place like this. Where is Ray, and who is this gorgeous man?" She asked, blatantly running her eyes over DJ's lean, hard, muscled body. She took in his good looks, and then her eyes dropped to the bulge in his shorts before returning to look to Carol for an answer to her question.
"Ray is at the trade show, Carol stuttered." Then, pulling herself together, "DJ here is a friend of a friend and playing at being my guide for the day."
Tracy gave her a sceptical look, then leaned forward and whispered, "He's gorgeous. I hope you have fucked him."
Carol reacted with indignation, "I certainly haven't. How could you say that?"
Tracy replied with a condescending, somewhat cynical look, "Yes, Mary has told me how pure you are. So, of course, you haven't."
Their brief conversation was cut short as Adam yelled for them to board the plane, a Cessna Caravan rigged to take twelve passengers. He directed the others to the front seats and asked DJ and Carol to go to the back, which had something to do with the balance. Double seats were on one side, and a single seat on the other. Then, Adam busied himself with his pre-departure checks, asking them to take a window seat for the take-off and landing and that they could get together once in the air.
Once in the air, DJ moved over to sit beside Carol and placed a hand on her knee. She snapped her head up, checking to make sure Tracy had not noticed but registered that they would see little through the seat backs, even if they bothered to turn around. So she left his hand where it rested.
But when his fingers started creeping up the inside of her thigh, she grabbed his hand and held it from moving any higher, "Not here!"
However, his touch re-kindled an amoral need, and flashing images of the night before flashed behind her eyes. She looked at DJ and asked, "I don't remember much of last night. There are snippets, but I can't seem to put them in any order. That's what I was thinking about when you came into our room this morning. I was trying to arrange the night's events in order so I could come to grips with what had happened."
Blushing, she looked away and asked, "Could you tell me what you guys did with me?"
Feeling very uncomfortable himself, DJ asked her what she remembered.
"I remember you and me making love, then Kurt was there," She said, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Kurt tit fucked you, then anal. Do you remember that?"
"Yes, but it is a bit of a blur after that."
"Well, you came pretty hard during the anal, but afterwards, you wanted Kurt to leave, and you asked me to make love to you."
A vivid image flashed into her mind. She was on her back, DJ lifting her knees onto her chest and watching him impale her. Kurt hadn't left. Instead, he knelt behind her on the bed, lifting her head so she could watch DJ fucking her. Worse still, she remembered vividly seeing Kurt's warm fluids dribbling out of her bum, making a mess on the bed cover.
"Oh god! I remember that."
"Should I stop? This is obviously distressing you."
