Chapter 7A

She was in a different frame of mind when she headed for Jake's bedroom this time. The previous times her head had been full of mixed emotions. A part of her brain was telling her not to go to Jake, to turn around, go back and hang on Gary's arm. A different part of her brain was telling her that she needed what Jake could give her, that the brief time his cock was in her she was more alive than at any other time of her life. Fear of being caught was in her head, fear of losing Gary if he found out, but always, always, the attraction she could never understand pulled her toward the room.

This time there was no warring in her head, no fear of losing Gary. Gary knew. Gary knew, had known all along, and he didn't care. She thought back to the night when Jake had taken her against the gazebo. She was certain now that the red/white flash she had seen was Gary watching her submit to his boss.

She tried to think of anything that might have happened between them that would indicate any change in the way Gary felt about her. If anything their sex life had become a little more active. Could it be that Gary got off on knowing that his wife was a slut? That she was Jake's whore? Or did he know that part. She was sure now that he knew she was being bedded by Jake, but did he know about the others? The customers and friends that Jake gave her to? Had Jake told him about her teenaged blackmailers?

And the biggie — what was she going to do about it — how was she going to handle it? Just wait for Gary to bring it up, or should she do what Stan said Irene had done and confess? Time to think about that later she thought. Right now I'm going to Jake's bedroom to be a slut again and this time I'm not going to be feeling guilty about it.

She stopped at the door to Jake's bedroom, took a deep breath and whispered, "Show time" to herself and then opened the door and walked, head held high into the room. She saw Jake, Stan, John and Todd. John was VP of Production and Todd was VP of Marketing. She looked from one to the other and then as she slipped out of her dress she said:

"You all still have your clothes on. Considering what we all know I'm here for, isn't that a waste of time?"

She saw the four of them look at each other. This wasn't what they had expected. They had been expecting a somewhat reluctant housewife that they would have to coax into taking off her clothes and spreading.

"Well come on guys, who wants to be the next man to cuckold my husband. Step right up, three holes, no waiting."

Jake laughed, "There are four of us babe."

"That just means that one of you has to settle for a hand job till a hole becomes available."

"Why the sudden change in attitude?" asked Jake.

"I finally realized that I really am a slut, that I really am a whore — your whore. Now, can I get me some cock here?"

The four men moved in on her like a wolf pack on a downed elk and for the next two hours she never had an empty hole except for the very brief period when one limp cock pulled out of her to make room for a hard one. John was in her mouth, Stan was in her pussy and Todd was working on her butt and she was just on the edge of her umpteenth orgasm when Jake said:

"We need to call it quits guys and let her get back to her husband."

She took her mouth off John long enough to say, "Tell him to go on home and that you will bring me home later or he can come back and get me when you are done with me."

Then to Stan and Todd she said, "Don't stop damn it, I'm on the edge, I'm almost there, get me off" and she went back to sucking John's cock. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jake leave the room. Oh well, she thought, the die is cast. I wonder what Gary will do.

She was lying naked on Jake's bed, legs spread and fluids leaking out of her vagina and anus as the men dressed to leave. Jake was standing by the bed and she had his cock in her hand and was stroking it. When the last man left the room she said:

"Which is it? He coming back or are you taking me home?"

"I'm taking you home."

"How did he take it?"

"He was a little shocked."

"He another one who gave you permission, but only because he was sure I wouldn't?"

"I think so."

"Does he know that you didn't seduce me into being your whore?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know damned well what I mean Jake. The first time was rape and you know it. That I ended up liking it doesn't change the fact that you grabbed me coming out of the bathroom, pulled into the bedroom, pushed me down on the bed and held me down while you put it in me. Does Gary know that?"

"I gave you a chance to walk out."

"Yeah, but only after you knew I wouldn't."

"What now?"

"You fuck me some more and then I go home and face Gary. Does he know about the blackmailing teenagers?"

"Not from me."

"One last question. Does he know about your friends and the customers you've given me to? And the guys here tonight?"

"No."

"He will after I go home and we talk so be ready for it."

She tugged on his cock, "What are you waiting for? Your whore is hot, wet and ready."

Jake climbed on the bed and moved between her legs, "Just stay that way — hot, wet and ready" and he slid his cock into her ass and she moaned and buried her head in a pillow and shoved her ass back at him.

It was noon the next day when Jake pulled into her driveway.

"You coming in?"

"No."

"Going to let me go into the cave and face the bear alone huh?"

"You will all right. Gary knew the chance he was taking."

"Yeah, but he thought it was just going to be you."

"You don't have to tell him about the others."

"Yes I do. If I'm going to hold my marriage together I have to be completely honest. Anything I don't tell him today that he finds out about later will kill us. If the marriage is going to die then I want it to happen today — not have to spend the next several years worrying about it."

"What happens if he doesn't take it right?"

"Then I will be out on my pretty little butt. But since I'm your whore you'll take care of me right?"

She looked over at Jake and saw him looking away from her. "What, no answer for me there lover?"

She got out of the car and as she walked toward the house she wondered if she had seen Jake for the last time and if she would even have a roof over her head that night.

As she walked into the house she heard the TV in the family room. It sounded like Gary was watching football. She desperately wanted to avoid him, run up to the bathroom and shower, do anything that would put off having to face him, but she couldn't.

Last night she had accepted that she was a slut and she had walked into Jake's bedroom head held high and had been the perfect slut. It was a slut who told Jake to sent her husband home while she stayed and let herself be gangbanged. It was a slut who stayed at Jake's and fucked and sucked him until an hour ago knowing that her husband was waiting for her at home and knowing what it was she was doing. If she could be brave enough to do what she had done that night she could be brave enough to face Gary. Be brave she told herself, be bold and go for it. She took a deep breath and then head held high she walked into the family room.

Gary looked up and saw her and then turned back to the game. She dropped her purse on the end table and walked over to him:

"Hi baby, miss me?" she said as she bent to kiss him.

He turned his face away from her and she said, "What's the matter baby, do I have bad breath?"

Gary turned his head toward her, face red with anger, "What's the matter? Are you fucking stupid? You know goddamned well what's the matter. Where the fuck you have been and what you have been doing is what's the matter."

"Is David home?"

"No, he's off somewhere with some of his buddies."

"Good, he doesn't need to hear this" she said as she walked over and turned off the television set.

"Hey! I was watching the game."

"To hell with the game. I don't want any distractions until we get this squared away. First of all, what's your problem?"

"My problem? Not our problem?"

"No Gary, your problem. State it, I want to hear just what it is."

"You walk away from me at a party, go into Jake's bedroom and hours later you send him out to tell me to go home and that you will be along later and you don't think WE have a problem? The problem is supposed to be just mine?"

"Well it certainly isn't mine. I'm not the one who said, "Sure Jake, you can fuck my wife if you make me a vice president. That was all you Gary. I don't recall being asked for any input there. You fucking gave me to him Gary, just so you could have Simpson's job when he retires next month and now you are pissed at me? No way Gary, no goddamned fucking way!"

She saw his face go pale and she knew what he was thinking — "How could she know" — and she felt she could get away with a lie at that point.

"What's the matter Gary, you don't think wives talk? You think the other wives didn't welcome me into their exclusive little club when they found out from their husbands that you had been given Simpson's job? You didn't think they would warn me about this, tell me to never do that, to be careful when this or that happened and what to refuse? Come on Gary, talk to me, answer my questions."

"You were supposed to say no," he said in a hoarse voice. "He was going to try and you were suppose to say no."

"I did say no Gary, right up to the party when you told me to make you a vice president."

"I never told you that."

"Sure you did. In fact you told me that at three different parties. One I might have ignored, but three parties in a row you said the same thing so what was I supposed to think?"

"I didn't mean it that way, I was just joking."

"How was I supposed to know that? The other wives had already told me what the price was for your VP slot and I'd been pushing Jake away for over a year and all of a sudden you tell me three times that being good to Jake could make you a vice president. Not once Gary, but three times. What was I supposed to think? And what's with the outrage over last night? Why didn't you stop me once you knew I'd given Jake the payment for your new job?

"I didn't know you had given in."

"More bullshit Gary. I saw you watching from the bushes when Jake leaned me against the gazebo and shoved his cock in my ass. That was a month ago and not once have you mentioned it."

She paused and waited for Gary to say something, but all he did was look away from her briefly and in that brief moment the penny dropped.

"You aren't pissed at what I did last night. You are upset because you couldn't see it. That's it, isn't it? It is either that or it is because you couldn't take me to bed last night as soon as we got home. Come on Gary, talk to me."

He looked down at the floor and she knew she'd hit a nerve. "What is Gary? Seeing me on my knees with a cock in my mouth, leaning against a wall with my legs spread wide and a hard cock pushing it's way into my ass, or putting your cock in me when I'm full of someone else's hot cum? Tell me Gary, I want to know."