I opened the door and held my head up as I went to my desk, grabbed my keys and walked downstairs. The men who were making catcalls this morning were now standing around. Some of them were pointing at me, others laughing. One man quickly closed his door so his customer wouldn't see me (I think). I heard one man call out, "You were hot upstairs. If you want, you can hang around here for awhile. It looks like it is going to be a slow night, and we could all party." I looked at him, smiled and said, "Can't. Got to get on home."
I wasn't lying. I had to hurry and get home before Bill did. I figured I had enough time to get home, shower, douche and give myself an enema, then still have time to make Bill his supper. As I walked to my car, I heard air escaping from between my legs. Air was whooshing from my vagina, along with wetness. I thought that Jane, as much as she sucked on my pussy, should have gotten all of the sperm out of me. It was apparent that she had missed some. Then, of course, I also had sperm dripping out of my ass as I walked. I could feel the wetness and the crusty cum on my stockings. I smelled like sperm. I reeked of it. A couple men gong to their cars that worked in service waved and said some things that, to be honest, I blocked out of my mind.
I did not want to speak with anyone, I wanted to get home and scrub off this day of perversion. Once in my car, I drove straight home. Traffic wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but there was certainly enough of it. And the men in the vans, trucks and other higher vehicles would go nuts when I was alongside of them. My skirt was so short that every one of them could see my bare pussy, along with my dirty stockings and my messy face and hair. I had offers for sex yelled at me maybe 15 times.
I was beginning to get scared when I thought I saw a car following me, I drove all around watching it and finally they (two men) got caught behind a car at a red light. I saw that and I was gone. I pulled into my garage and closed the door so no one would see me get out of the car. I looked at my watch and found I had a good two hours before Bill got home, so it was going to be a bath instead of a shower. I had to soak. I had to take control over my body and make sure I had no signs that could possibly let Bill know that I had sex today with another man. What the FUCK am I thinking? I fucked so many men today I have no idea how many actually did use my cunt. Then to try to figure out the blowjobs, and all the anal? I felt lucky to be alive and I felt lucky not to be raw between my legs. The way my jaw felt, soup seemed the perfect supper meal tonight.
Going into the bedroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I could feel sperm on my inner thighs, most of which was crusted. Reaching down between my legs I touched myself and found that my vulva was still swollen and still, surprisingly, very wet. My clit felt a tiny bit sore. When I slid a finger inside my hole, it seemed to open the floodgates. Gobs of sperm came running out. I decided to see if the same would happen if I touched my butthole. I did and it did. I looked again at myself in the mirror and saw myself standing there with both of my hands touching my most private places. I thought just for one tiny moment that it might be nice to try and get a climax standing there like that. I felt my eyes locked on my wrist as I kept playing. I said out loud talking to the woman in the mirror, "STOP IT!"
I listened to myself and began to strip. I decided I better hide my clothes so Bill would not see them. I put them in the bottom of the laundry basket and began my hot bath. Getting into the bath, I just put my head back and began to try to forget the day's events. The harder I tried to put them out of my mind, though, the more I kept remembering. As I lay there, I tried to focus my mind on Bill and just how much I loved him. God, that was the wrong thing to do. When I began to think of him, my eyes teared up and all I could then think of was how I had betrayed him. I was lying there thinking if only Bill knew he could help me fight this sick bastard.
My excitement turned to disgust again as I laid there talking to myself. The bad part about all of it was I was answering myself. So I guess this was the first sign of going out of my mind. First, I thought to myself, "Can Ballard be right? Am I really nothing but a slut, a woman that lives to just fuck men?" I said out loud, "Hell, no! All that is going on is you have been tricked into screwing men for his pleasure, not yours." Then I thought, "You can't help it, you have always loved sex. Sex with Bill has always been hot. Ballard is wrong; he is tricking you into thinking you are a slut." I said out loud, "Yeah, but if you didn't love fucking those men why did you go crazy today doing all those things with them and Jane?" I thought, "You had to, you had to make everyone believe that you are nothing but a fucking, nasty ass whore living to be fucked. You had no choice."
I then said, "That isn't true. You could have made them do it in the office, but you wanted to do it in the lounge. You wanted to fuck all those men. You wanted to get fucked in your ass and cunt at the same time because you love it so damn much -- you can't lie to me." I heard the door open and Bill say, "Honey, I'm home!"
I stopped fighting with myself when I heard him walking into the bedroom and then the bath. He came over to the tub and bent down to kiss me. I smiled and said, "You're home early today. I haven't started supper yet." Bill said, "That's all right, I figured as much and I brought some pizza home. My, you look lovely lying there like that. Want me to rub your back?" Now I know my husband, and when he talks like that, it means he is interested in having sex. At first I became frightened thinking that he would be able to tell I had cheated on him. Then I looked at his crotch and I could see he was beginning to get hard. I smiled back at him and said, "Well, I'm ready to get out. Why don't you take a shower and I'll wait for you on the bed."
