Chapter 1

She stared up at the ceiling and wondered just how in the hell she had managed to get herself in such a mess. And how in the hell was she going to get out of it. She was sure that George would take one look at her and know instantly what she had done. Oh Jesus what a mess. She didn't mean for it to happen. She felt the bed shift and he moved over her and without thinking she spread her legs wide. She felt his hard cock slide into her for the third or fourth time that night - she wasn't sure, it might even be the fifth - and she didn't fight it. But then other than the first time she hadn't fought and in truth even that first time she hadn't fought all that hard. Of course it hadn't hurt that he had given her one or two orgasms every time.

She tried not to think of George, Sarah and Julie as she pushed her hips up at him. She felt the tingle of an approaching orgasm and her hands gripped his ass and she pulled him deep into her and all thoughts of her family faded and she cried out:

"Fuck me, make me cum, fuck me hard and make me cum."

He fucked her hard for several more minutes, giving her two orgasms, and then she felt him spurt inside her. He rolled off of her and she drifted off to sleep.

She felt all warm and fuzzy as George licked and kissed her breasts and fingered her pussy. She stretched and opened her eyes and her heart almost stopped when she saw that it wasn't George.

"Oh good, you are awake" he said as a second finger entered her and began to rub her clit. Memories of the night before flooded in on her and while she knew she should push him away and get up and away from him the damage had already been done so what was one more time. His rubbing her clit made her moan and he said, "You are one hot woman" and he moved over her and took her again. And again and still yet again.

She was on her knees moaning into a pillow and he was pushing into her from behind when the phone rang. She tried to ignore it, but she knew she had to answer it. He slowed his strokes as she reached for the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Good morning sleepyhead." How are you feeling this morning?"

"Oh God George, you know I can't handle too much to drink. I've been awake for a couple of hours and I can't seem to get out of bed."

She heard a soft chuckle from behind when she said that and he pushed hard into her and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

"What time do you think you will be home?"

"I need to force myself out of this bed, get some coffee in me and take a long hot shower. Say three hours maybe."

"I'll take the girls to the movies at the mall so you will have some quiet to help you recover."

"Thank you baby; you are so good to me."

She heard him suppress a laugh as he rammed his cock hard into her as deep as he could go and she felt another orgasm on the way.

"I have to go baby. I have to dash to the toilet."

"Okay sweetie; I love you."

"I love you too George."

She hung up and hissed, "You bastard! Were you deliberately trying to get me caught and into more trouble than I'm already in?"

"Hush lover; you know you are loving it."

He was right - she was - but she still didn't need to get caught. He started fucking her harder and she screamed as he gave her another orgasm. He pulled his softening cock out of her and said:

"Clean it."

She slid down and took him in her mouth and sucked on him and licked him until all traces of their mixed juices were gone and then she got off the bed and headed for the shower.

As she dressed he asked her when they could get together again.

"Never! Last night was a huge mistake, a terrible mistake that I should never have let happen. Now I need to get home and find someway to forgive myself for what I've done to my husband and family."

"What you did to your family? Honey, what you did you did for you. You loved every second of it and you know you did. Who was it who was pushing her ass back at me while talking to hubby dear on the phone? You might have had too much to drink last night, but you were damned sure sober enough to know what you were doing this morning - all three times. You are one hot bitch Shawna and I'm willing to wait. We will get together again and I know it."

"You are wrong about that, dead wrong" she said as she walked out of the hotel room.

As she drove home she thought about the night and wondered how she could have done what she had done. How could she have betrayed George? Her life had been perfect and in an evening - in eleven hours - she had risked throwing away a perfect marriage that had lasted for almost fifteen years. She had it all. The perfect husband that she was still madly in love with. Two beautiful and perfect daughters, a lovely home and it would all be gone if George ever found out.

Could she hide it from him? She had never lied to George before; she wouldn't know how. Would he take one look at her and know? It was just so damned unfair. It wasn't her fault, but even as she thought that she knew she was lying to herself. It was her fault. She knew she couldn't handle alcohol very well and yet she allowed herself to be given drink after drink at a party she shouldn't have gone to in the first place. The cocktail party was being held at the Marriott and it was work related, but she didn't have to be there. The only reason she went at all was because George was supposed to meet her there.

An hour into the party George had called her on her cell and had told her that he had some problems come up at work and he was running a little late and then he had told her to go ahead and enjoy herself since he was going to be the designated driver. She'd already had more than it was safe for her to have and still be able to drive when George had called again and said he wouldn't be able to get there before the end of the party so she should just go ahead and get a room for the night. She had done that and then had gone back to the party. Since she knew that she wouldn't be driving she kept on taking the drinks that were handed her.

She should have refused them. She knew she had a low tolerance for alcohol, but the safety of a room three floors up had deluded her. When the party had ended she had stumbled three times while leaving the room and Glen had offered her his arm and had walked her to her room. She had dropped her keys twice before Glen took them from her and unlocked the door to the room.

She remembered turning to say thank you and he had taken her in his arms and kissed her. She tried to push him away, but he kept on kissing her and kissing her and kissing her. She wasn't even aware that he had her blouse unbuttoned and her brassiere unhooked until he rolled one of her nipples between his fingers. She had instinctively arched her back and pushed her breast into his hand before she remembered that it wasn't George that she was with. She tried to break away, but Glen had picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He set her down on it and then had pushed her down on her back and then had gone after her right breast with his mouth while his hands played with the other. It was almost if he already knew how sensitive her breasts were and that working on them would turn her on.

She cried for him to stop what he was doing and let her up but he ignored her and kept working on her breasts. Her cries turned to moans and whimpers as he worked on her. When his hand slid into her panties she again tried to push him away, but he was so big and she was so small. When his fingers found her clit and began working on it her resistance, as ineffective and feeble as it was, began to fade. When she heard his zipper she moaned:

"You can't. It isn't right. I'm married and you can't do this."

He ignored her. When he pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and she felt the head of his cock pushing at her she had cried out:

"No! You can't! I'm married and I don't want this. Let me up damn it, let me up!"

He laughed and then he was in her. She lay there and silently sobbed as Glen fucked her. At least she did until the first orgasm hit her. After that he did what he wanted and she let him. She let him, she helped him and by the third time she was his slut and urging him on. She had sucked his cock, swallowed his cum and when he said he wanted to try her ass she hadn't said a word just got on her knees and elbows and waited.

How could she love George as much as she did and still behave like that? Glen was right; she had been pushing her ass back at him while she was on the phone with George and she had hurriedly hung up the phone because she was on the edge of another orgasm. And that gave her the most guilt of all. The orgasms! Glen had given her more in one night than George had given her in the last six months. She had loved every second of it after her first orgasm and now she hated herself because she had enjoyed it so much. As she turned onto her street she was saying, "Please God, don't ever let George find out.

But George did find out!

True to what he had told her he had taken the girls out and she used her time alone to soak in the tube and contemplate the future. She would have to be extremely careful to not let anything slip out about what she had done. She would have to bury the guilt she felt at doing things with Glen that she had never done with George. Things like giving Glen her ass without protest when George had never been there. And George had wanted to go there but she would never let him. God, how could she have been such a slut? She had even sucked Glen's cock when he had pulled it out of her ass.