This is the fourth and last part of the story. This part is more of a group sex story than a nonconsent/reluctance story, but since the other parts are in that rubric, I put this one in it, too.
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When I returned home from Chicago and saw Gene, I had much the same reaction as I did when Philip almost fucked me. I was all over him, wanting sex with him almost constantly for at least a week. Gene was thrilled, and he chalked it up to my missing him. It didn't stop him from taking another 'fishing trip' with Philip, however, a couple of weekends later. When Philip came over early in the morning again, however, I was fully dressed and kept him at arm's length.
I gradually forgot, as much as I could, my infidelity with Jim, as time went on. I never heard from Jim, nor from Bob. Not even an email, let alone a Facebook post. Nothing. It was as if nothing had ever happened. I was just a math prof slut they enjoyed using and then forgot about. I couldn't help myself: I felt cheap, and ashamed.
Susan and I however stayed in touch and we gradually became close. She worked in Normal, Illinois, which was a bit too far away (a solid two hours' drive) for us to meet so we just stayed in touch with Facebook, email, and telephone calls.
The whole experience seemed surreal, and as such it almost became unreal, and I began to live as though it had never happened. In the meantime, Gene and I still socialized often with Philip and Mary, and my 'almost infidelity' with Philip became just as unreal in my mind as my actual infidelity with Jim, up in Chicago.
Then Gene went to Cincinnati for a few days, ostensibly on business. The 'few days' stretched into a week, and Mary often invited me to dinner. I felt awkward at first, sharing a meal with her and Philip. It wore off though, and I came to look forward to our evenings together.
Mary's Mom, never a stalwart of good health, began to have some serious problems up in Michigan City where she lived. Mary went up there to help her out. Mary too was gone for a few days to a week, leaving Philip as all alone as I was.
Philip never cooked, and he suggested we go out to dinner, just the two of us, down the road in Indianapolis. They have really nice restaurants in Indianapolis. I didn't see any harm, and Philip drove us to the restaurant. He picked a romantic one, the clever guy. He plied me with delicious red wine, and by the time the dinner was over, I was feeling no pain.
We left the restaurant, both inebriated, and realized a sudden winter storm had taken hold. Our phones told us the road back to Crawfordsville had white-out conditions, and since anyway we were both a little drunk, we decided the prudent thing to do was to book a hotel in Indianapolis. I insisted on separate rooms, so we each got a room. Now relaxed, we adjourned to the hotel bar, and we both got plastered.
Eventually Philip walked me to my hotel room, and I was having déjà vu with Chicago and Bob. Sure enough, Philip kissed me goodnight at the door to my room. Unlike Bob, he did not ask, he just took. He began to undress me as he kissed me, and I was so drunk I could not stop kissing long enough to tell Philip to stop.
Not wanting to be gradually undressed and exposed in the hallway, I used my key card to open my hotel room door, planning to slip inside and slam the door on Philip's puckered mouth. Obviously, that didn't work. Philip and I ended up together in my room, and soon enough my blouse was on the floor, followed a little later by my short, tight skirt. I had really dressed up for Philip, I don't know why. (Okay, yes, maybe I do know why!)
Philip pushed me over to the bed and pushed me down onto it. I looked up at him with my big, drunken eyes, and I said, "Philip, this is not a good..." and then I got the giggles. Of course, it was a good idea! In a moment of honesty, I knew I wanted Philip to fuck me, and to fuck me hard! I had become an insatiable slut, now hadn't I? I just couldn't admit it, nor could I let anyone know! At that moment, I found this irresistibly funny.
Pulling myself together, I said, "Philip, we can't do this to Mary!" Bizarrely, I did not mention my own husband Gene.
"Why not?" Philip said, as he undressed and I saw his equipment and boy, did it look nice. He was already nice and hard.
"It's adultery, and wives don't like that, you know. You with her best friend? It's a double betrayal," I said.
"It sure is. Don't you feel that way with Gene and Mary getting it on?"
"What??"
"Come on, Melissa, don't tell me you don't know?" Philip said, his tone belying incredulity.
"What are you talking about? Are you saying they're having an affair?" I said, it being my turn to be incredulous.
"Constantly. Don't tell me you bought that lie about Cincinnati and Michigan City?" Philip said. I could see the bitterness in his eyes. Damn it all, he was telling the truth!
"I need a drink," I said.
"You'll cause a sensation at the hotel bar dressed in a bra and panties," Philip said, smiling.
"Does the word minibar have any resonance in your mind, big boy?" I said, looking straight at his majestic cock.
Philip opened the minibar and harrumphed his disgust at what was there. He took the phone and called room service. He ordered a top shelf Scotch whisky for himself, a Mojito for me, and a piece of chocolate cake to share.
"I dare you to open the door for room service while naked," he told me.
"No. Don't be an idiot," I said. "I'll open the door, sure, but I'll wear a terrycloth robe. They have two in the bathroom."
"Okay, but don't tie the sash," Philip said.
I just smiled at him. I have a deadly supercilious smile. Philip removed my bra and my panties and I was naked before him for the second time in our lives. I didn't even protest. I think I was still in shock about our spouses having an affair, right under my nose.
While we waited for room service, I told him what had happened in Chicago. I blamed my infidelity on him, and Philip laughed. I think, however, a little bit of him was proud. Almost on cue, the telephone of my room rang.
I answered, figuring it was room service with a question. It wasn't. It was Bob Stone from Greencastle, the same guy I had given the best blow job of my life, during the convention in Chicago. "The storm has stranded me here in Indy by the storm, and I saw you and your husband in the bar. The hotel's full. I was wondering..."
"Come on up, Bob, it's room 1211. It's not my husband with me; it's Philip. You'll like him. You're the two men in my life who have almost fucked me," I said, and I broke into near hysterical giggling.
I did some quick explaining to Philip, and asked if Bob could use his room. Philip understood what I was saying, and smiled broadly. It was a bit awkward when Bob entered the room. Philip had covered up but I was still naked under the terrycloth robe. Room service came shortly thereafter, and I told Bob to help himself to something from the minibar.
Bob was thrilled with the offer of the use of Philip's room. Both men turned their attention to me. I kind of shrank from the two of them. Suddenly I had to pee and excused myself, locking myself in the bathroom, hyperventilating. The way the two men were looking at me, I knew I was in trouble.
Both men knew I had sucked Bob while Jim fucked me, that time in Chicago. Philip knew because I had just told him, in my drunken stupor when good judgment left my graces, and Bob knew because he was there! He was the suckee, so to speak. Did they want a repeat, with perhaps Bob in the role of Jim? I knew Bob lusted for my body. He made no secret of it.
Finally, having peed and breathed into the plastic bag that comes with the ice bucket, my panic attack ended, and I entered the room to face the music. Bob and Philip had become the best of friends, it seemed. It appeared that they had decided what to do with me.
The men sat me on the bed and got on either side of me. Philip melted me with one of his amazing kisses and I immediately began to get wet. Then he turned my head to face Bob, and Bob kissed me next. My head kept turning with kissing alternating between the two men, until I got good and wet and almost dizzy.
Philip upped the ante and during his next kiss he slipped his hand under my terrycloth robe and caressed my left breast, tweaking my nipple lovingly. Bob began to do the same with my right breast. They continued this to the point where I was moaning under their joint onslaught, and not even bothering to launch an official protest.
The men stood and undressed, each of them checking out the other's junk. Men are like that, I guess. Philip pulled me up to a standing position and Bob removed the terrycloth robe. I blushed at my nudity in front of two men, neither being my husband. I knew I liked both men, and I knew I wanted sex with each of them. I knew I would hate myself in the morrow. How could I possibly choose which man was to lay me? Maybe the best option was to send them both away? In the meantime, I put my arm over my boobs and my hand covered my pussy.
Philip posed lots of problems. He lived in the same town, and I was good friends with his wife Mary. He was my husband Gene's best friend. Sex with Philip was beyond stupid.
