Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 78

I woke up in the morning extremely horny and as I remembered the previous evening I got even hotter. The more I thought about what Brad and Charlie had done to me the hotter I got. I had planned on taking a shower and hurrying home to Bert, but the hotter I felt the less I wanted to wait to feed the hunger. The thought bounced around in my head for all of a minute and then I picked up the phone and called room service. It was a different waiter this time and when I answered the door in all my naked Glory his eyes almost popped out of his head. He pushed the cart into the room and I pushed the door shut behind him and then grabbed him and pulled him to the bed. I fucked him twice and sucked him once before I signed the bill with Charlie's name and let him go.

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As I showered the guilt over cheating on Bert started to creep in. I knew that I had no control over how it started, but as the evening progressed and I became more and more aware I made no move to stop anything. I had been a slut and I had spent a good part of the evening begging men to fuck me. I did nothing to stop the first room service waiter and you certainly couldn't say that I didn't have control over what I had just done to the second. No, last night I had been a cock hungry slut, pure and simple. Could I hide my transgressions from Bert? Would he see the guilt written all over my face when I got home? Then I remembered something - I wasn't going home, at least not yet. This was a Wednesday and it was a workday for me. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that if I hurried I would only be half an hour late.

When I got to work I felt as if every eye on the place was on me as I walked to my office. Did they know? Was it possible to look at a person and tell that they had gone from faithful wife to cock crazy slut? I just knew that everyone knew what I had done the previous night. The day went by slowly and I spent more and more time wondering how I would be able to face Bert when I got home.

About four in the afternoon Charlie called me into his office and when I was inside he got up and locked the door behind me. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, I mean how could I answer that? I had betrayed my husband, made a mockery of my wedding vows and what was worse - I ended up liking it.

Charlie said, "You really didn't do anything that you didn't want to do. I've seen it in you ever since you hired in here. You had all that suppressed sexuality in you just waiting for a chance to break out. Brad and I just helped it break free." He unzipped himself and took out his cock, "Look at it Dixie, look at it and tell me that last night was a terrible mistake and that it can never happen again. You can't, can you? You want to touch it, you want to taste it, and you want it in you again and again and again. If I'm wrong, just turn around and go."

I looked at his face and then down at his cock and slowly I went to my knees and reached for it. I sucked him until he made me get up on his desk and then he fucked me while I bit down on a rubber eraser to keep from crying out in pleasure. When he was done he picked up the phone and pushed a button, "She's on her way." He hung up and said, "Brad is waiting for you in his office."

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Driving home that night I was in an absolute turmoil. I just knew that when I walked into the house that Bert would take one look at me and yell, "You slut! You unfaithful slut."

What could I say to him? Could I say that it wasn't my fault, that I had gotten drunk and had been taken advantage of? Would he believe me? Would it even matter, or would it be a case of once a slut always a slut? And how could I possibly explain that I had agreed to meet Brad and Charlie at a motel the next day during lunch?

All my worrying was for naught. When I got home Bert took me in his arms and kissed me. He told me that he missed me last night and had trouble sleeping alone. I fixed us some dinner and then when we were through eating I told him my head still hurt from my first attempt at drinking and that I needed to go and soak in the tub for a while. Bert didn't seem suspicious and I didn't seem to be giving off the scent of a slut, but I had cheated on him and I was going to do it again the next day and probably a lot more times after that. I did feel the guilt and I was surprised that I wasn't wearing it for Bert to see. In the tub I tried to get as much of Brad and Charlie out of me as I could to keep Bert from finding anything that might make him wonder.

That night Bert and I made love several times and when he finally fell asleep I laid there looking up at the ceiling and wondered how I could love Bert as much as I did and still do what I had done and was going to do again.

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Over the next six months I was pretty much Brad and Charlie's sex toy. They took me on their desks at work, we met in motels during lunch, we stopped for drinks after work and they had me on their back seats. Once when Bert went out of town for three days they spent two nights sleeping with me at my house and on one of those nights Charlie was fucking me and Brad was sucking on one of my breasts when Bert called. Charlie came in me and got out of the way so Brad could fuck me while Bert and I talked. And Brad and Charlie weren't the only ones who got to fuck me during that time. They seemed to get a kick out of giving me to room service waiters, parking lot attendants and once they took me to a hotel room and I found five of our best customers waiting.

I don't know much longer it would have gone on had I not been finally hit with a severe case of guilt. I had always felt guilty about cheating on Bert, but I rationalized it away; I was giving him more than he could handle and he didn't know what I was doing so it hurt no one so I was able to hold the guilt at bay. And then one afternoon during which Brad, Charley and I had taken the afternoon off from work and spent it in a hotel room the guilt came crashing down on me and driving home I just could not stop crying. I was crying when I went into the house and when Bert asked me what was wrong I ran crying up to the bedroom and slammed the door behind me. Bert came into the room and kept after me to tell him what was wrong and finally I did. I told him the whole sorry, sordid story about what had happened to me at the Christmas party, what I had become and what I had done since then. He listened in silence and then he got up and left the room. I threw myself down on the bed and cried myself into an exhausted sleep.

I woke up the next morning with Bert snuggled next to me and his arm around me. I was surprised because I was sure he would have slept in the spare bedroom or on the couch in the living room. As soon as I stirred he woke up and pulled me to him, buried his face in my neck and kissed me. Then he said, "Do you love me, really love me?" and I said, "Oh God" and started crying again. Bert left the room and came back a little latter with a breakfast tray, "I called you in sick. Eat something, get some coffee in you and then we can talk."

We talked for hours and Bert, in essence, forgave me. He said he knew from the way I took to sex when we were married that the day would come when I would want to try some one else. He said that he knew I was too highly sexed to be satisfied with one man and that he had always expected that I would stray, "If it hadn't been the Christmas party it would have been something else, but it would have happened."

He did say that he hadn't thought that I'd take on bunches, but he always knew there was a lover in my future. His only worry had been that whoever I choose might take me away from him. I threw myself at him and hugged him to me, "Oh no baby, oh God no. I love you and only you and I could never leave you, not ever."

And then he stunned me, "Have your affairs sweetie. Enjoy yourself as much as you want; just promise me that you will always come home to me and stay mine."

That was two years ago. I am still as deeply in love with Bert as ever. It excites me to go home to him after having spent time with Brad, Charlie and any number of other men who have managed to find their way between my legs and give Bert his sloppy seconds. It excites Bert to hear about my escapades and when I'm done he can't keep his hands off of me. I've offered to bring my lover's home so he can watch from the closet or even participate, but he refuses. He says all he cares about is my happiness and my never leaving him and I have promised him that I am his for life and I meant every word.