Religion Can Justify Anything Ch. 02

Just when I thought it couldn't possibly get worse, Arthur commanded, "Rhoda, stay bent over and don't close your asshole. Show the guys how Lester and I taught you how to gape. Here, let me help you." He moved back to her side and leaned forward to stretch her cheeks. "What do you say, guys? Awesome gape for a grandmother, huh?"

The guys all murmured, "Awesome! Wow! That's hot." Ron and Peter moved closer, and Ben took out his cell phone to take a picture."

"Okay, let the action begin," Arthur directed, "but I get the first turn."

Arthur led her to the large wing chair and laid her down. He quickly stripped off his clothes, throwing them to the side, out of the way. He gestured for Pete and Ron to shed theirs as well.

As impressive, imposing, even intimidating as Arthur was dressed, naked he was in another dimension. His muscles testified to hundreds of hours spent in the gym.

There wasn't a hair on his body. But what drew my attention, everyone's attention, was his huge cock.

"You impressed Michael?" he caught me looking at it. "Rhoda tells me that it's twice as big around as yours, and that if it were half an inch longer it would be TWICE as long as your pathetic five inches. She told me I touched places in her this morning that she never knew she had. I've ruined her for you, Michael."

He laughed, turned to Rhoda, grabbed her by the knees, spread them wide and knelt between them.

"I want your ass again Rhoda. I couldn't get enough of it this afternoon."

Lester and Jamal left me and moved toward Arthur as his cock began to penetrate Rhoda's asshole. Arthur directed Ron and Pete, both now naked, to take Rhoda's legs by her ankles and hold them high and wide, leaving Rhoda's hands free to fulfill his command: "Rhoda, use both hands to spread your pussy wide open. Give us a view that would make your gynecologist blush."

Everyone laughed and drew closer to watch. Lester knelt close to Arthur, bringing his phone in close to get tight a focus on what had before yesterday been Rhoda's most intimate places, as she gave everyone, including the camera, a view that she had never given to me.

Though I remained seated in my chair about 12 feet away from her, even with Arthur's thrusting ass cheeks concealing Rhoda's crotch from my view, I could tell by her grunts, gasps and groans that Arthur had managed to get all of his cock up her ass. In just a few minutes they were both panting, and grunting then screaming as orgasm swept over both of them, garnering cheers from their spectators.

Lester closed his phone and backed away from Arthur when he declared, "She's all yours, guys."

Ron quickly moved to take Arthur's place, letting Rhoda's right leg drop over the arm of the chair, levering Rhoda's legs even wider apart, giving me a brief shot of the view that has become my most powerful and lasting memory of her body— Arthur's semen dripping from Rhoda's distended, gaping asshole.

What was left of my heart shattered.

Rhoda was again concealed from my view as Lester put his phone on the coffee table and joined Jamal, even Ben, who had started taking off their clothes as they drew closer to Rhoda, pushing their cocks toward her, looking for a way to get her attention. The sounds of Rhoda's squeals and grunts, and screams of pleasure, let me know that she was enjoying everything they were doing to her.

That's when I realized my opportunity.

They were all so concentrated on fucking Rhoda that none of them paid any attention to me. I quickly walked up to the pile of clothes, found Arthur's pants, pulled out his phone, then stepped to the coffee table and picked up Lester's cell phone as well, then put them both in my pocket before I turned and walked out.

Out of Arthur's hotel room, out of my job.

And out of Rhoda's life.

No one noticed me leave. Not even Rhoda.

As soon as I drove out of the parking lot I called our IT expert.

"Wayne, this is Michael. I need a favor. Besides you, who is the best computer wiz, or hacker that you know?"

Twenty minutes later I knocked on the door of a workshop in the industrial section of town. I introduced myself to Wayne's friend, Al, and told him what I wanted. I laid out my plan, and he offered ideas and suggestions. He took both Lester's and Arthur's phones, then examined them for about 10 minutes in silence.

"Bingo," he whispered, a huge smile creasing his face. "I've found the mother-lode for you, Mike." I hate being called Mike, but I didn't bother to correct him. As he explained my options and his strategy I began to feel some sense of control come back into my life. I realized that my whole physiology was changing: my posture became erect, my body relaxed, my breathing became deep and regular.

"How much will this cost me?"

The price he quoted took my breath away, but he reminded me that what I was asking of him was illegal, and that with his price came a guarantee that I'd get everything I asked and more.

"In fact, based on what I find when I follow their phones into their computers, I might be able to work some miracles for you. I may even be asking you to pay more, but it'll be worth it. I'll deliver in a way you can't even imagine."

"Will you put that in writing?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Wayne told you I'd deliver for you. That's all you need."

"You're right, but you have to do one other thing for me. You have to get these phones back into that hotel room before those assholes know they're gone."

I told him the name of the hotel and room number, then remembered that when I grabbed Lester's phone I also picked up a key card which I handed him.

"No problem. It'll be easy." He smiled, "I have a connection in security there."

He typed out a brief, vaguely worded contract, printed it and passed it to me. I signed it, then laughed when I realized that his numbered account in the Caymans was in the same bank as mine. The account I had kept secret from Rhoda, wanting to surprise her with our small fortune when I retired.

"I'll set up the transfer first thing Monday morning," I said as I stood.

Al put his hand on my shoulder, "No rush man. You can deal with it whenever. I know you're good for it."

He paused, hesitated. "Mike, I won't insult you by telling you I know how you feel, but.... I don't know if Wayne told you, but my wife cheated on me a few years ago. Fucking slut took me for all I was worth, kicked me to the curb, then let the asshole move into my house. Sleeps in my bed." Hurt and anger filled his face.

"It wasn't enough that she let him replace me in her bed. Now, she's tryin' to get my kids to call the fucker, 'daddy.'" For several seconds, his eyes were looking far away. Finally, he shrugged and refocused on me. "That's why I want to help. No one deserves what those bitches did to us, Mike."

Then he brightened. "But my slut ex and the fucker don't know about my Cayman Island accounts."

I felt a smug smile cross my face when I realized I wouldn't be telling Rhoda anything about my Cayman accounts either.

When I got home, I was surprised to find Evelyn's car in my drive way. I had expected that Rhoda would have arranged to have one of our neighbors, or one of our daughters, both of whom lived considerably closer than Evelyn, there to watch little Hailey. In the living room I fell into my favorite chair, closed my eyes and felt the tension leave me. I was thinking about my next moves, when I heard Evelyn's voice.

"Where have you been? Ben called me after you left, worried about you. I thought you'd stay. Ben loves watching me with a bunch of guys."

"Why are you here Evelyn?"

"I've been tending Haylee. Rhoda asked me to take care of her tonight. I picked her up, brought her home, fed her and put her to bed, so that you and I could be alone."

Other than opening my eyes, I didn't move a muscle as she walked toward me, dressed in one of Rhoda's robes.

"And Rhoda asked me to take care of you, too. To make sure you're okay."

"And how are you going to do that, Evelyn?"

She answered my question by opening the robe and letting it drop to the floor, exposing herself in nothing but black thigh high stockings and high heels. Like Rhoda's, her pussy was completely shaved. Like Rhoda's, her body was beautiful: big, tight, high tits; flat stomach and full ass cheeks and sleek thighs. She was remarkable for a woman in her mid sixties. I wondered how much money Ben had spent on her body. Then I smirked, realizing that like Rhoda's, Evelyn's body and her beauty were not for her husband, but for her lovers.

"Let me take care of you, Michael."

My eyes stayed locked on her pussy until she was close enough for me to smell her arousal, feel her heat.

"I'm all yours, to do whatever you want." She gave me a sultry smile.

She waited for me to respond, to move, to say something.

She began moving her hands over her body, stroking her bald pussy, squeezing her nipples.

She watched my eyes follow her hands as she pleasured herself.

"I'm here all of tonight and until tomorrow evening when Rhoda will be coming home. I promised her that I would make you happy, Michael. Very happy. So don't worry about her."

She turned, facing away from me, then spread her legs and bent forward as she reached back and spread her ass cheeks, looking back at me, her face upside down, framed by the triangle of her legs, pussy and ass.

She giggled and asked, "See anything you like? I know I'm no longer as beautiful as Rhoda, but I promise you I'll make you feel things you never felt with her."

She waited for me to say something.

"Rhoda's only beginning to learn. She's still a novice. She was such a prude until just a few months ago when I finally got her to come to one of my sex toy parties. I finally got her to lighten up a little, buy a couple of DVDs to help her get there, if you know what I mean. She had been bottling up all that frustration and passion."

She straightened up, turned to face me, less than two feet from me. She leaned forward, putting her face just inches from mine, then rose, pushed her tits in my face and rolled her nipples.

"Rhoda's been learning, exploring. But she's still only beginning. I'm an expert. I'll take you to places you've never been."

" Never imagined," she whispered in a husky throaty sigh.

I just looked at her.

"To places where she can't yet take you. Let me.... "

"Will you do anything I ask?"

She smiled now that I had responded to her, dropped to her knees, lay back and spread her legs wide.

"Yes! Anything!"

I couldn't help but admire her body. It was beautiful. Part of me was aroused. But.....

"Then grab your clothes and get out of my house."

She started to object but I barked, "Now! You said you'd do anything for me. So get out! NOW!"

"Well, I never..." she harrumphed. "See if you ever get another chance with me!"

I didn't respond, didn't move. Fifteen minutes later I heard her car start and pull out of the driveway.

Some time later, I still hadn't moved when I felt my phone vibrate, indicating a text message had arrived. I ignored it. It buzzed again. It was a text from Rhoda, asking me to teach her Sunday School class to our congregation's teenage girls in the morning. The topic? "Remaining pure and unspotted from the sins of the world."

I texted back: "In other words, 'don't become a slut like Rhoda.' Text Evelyn instead, I'm sure she'll be able to explain how the girls can be sluts like both of you, and yet stay pure and unspotted while fucking other men."

Cheap shot, I know. Yeah, but it felt good.

Then I remembered Evelyn's words to the effect that she had gotten Rhoda to explore, to come to her sex toy parties. I decided to explore a little myself, got up and went looking for whatever Rhoda had kept hidden from me.

I was shocked and pissed when I found Rhoda's secret stash of porn movies, dildos, vibrators and lubricants. I was fuming thinking of the Oscar worthy performance she gave me the night before when she had used the vibrator I had bought for her, and pleasured herself, letting me think she had never masturbated before. I was finally accepting that her descent into cheating had begun long before she went to Arthur. It made sense. I had been so baffled that Rhoda would change so drastically, radically, literally over night.

Instead, her descent into cheating had begun long ago. The personality transformation I had witnessed had been in progress ever since she found out she was pregnant with Hailey.

My phone rang, bringing me out of my reverie. I was expecting an angry phone call from Rhoda, but instead,

"Mike! It's Al. You're going to love this. I know this lady, Marlene, a former cop, works security in the Marriot. I called her and told her the story, and offered her $200 to help me. Don't worry, Mike, I added it to your bill," he laughed.

"She went up to the room your wife and all those guys are in. She banged on the door and threatened to call the police unless someone answered. When some big handsome blond guy answered—I'm assuming it was the asshole you were telling me about—she insisted on talking to the woman that everyone could hear screaming. Actually, there hadn't been any complaints about a screaming woman, but it did cause the guy to invite her into the suite, and assure her that the woman was fine. When he left to go into the bedroom, she tossed the cell phones across the room toward the couch.

"When your wife finally came to the door—and it was obvious what she had been doing by the way—Marlene told her that other guests had been calling to complain or to express concern because of all the screaming she was doing. Of course, your wife blushed. When you're wife promised to be more quiet, Marlene answered her by asking,

"Aren't you Michael Riley's wife?"

"Al, why did you tell her my name?" I interrupted him.

" 'cause I was hoping she'd have a chance to turn the screws on your wife. And she did."

I was really getting to enjoy Al.

"Marlene told me that your wife's eyes got huge, and that her blushed deepened, before she admitted that she was.

Marlene told me that she told your wife, "Does he know you're here with these other guys?'" Al chuckled.

"When she didn't answer, Marlene really laid it on thick, telling her what a wonderful guy you were, and that if your wife was going to throw you away, that she and several other women were going to be calling you, hoping to be first in line. She told me your wife looked like a fish out of water, struggling to get her breath."

I couldn't help but laugh, imagining Rhoda's reaction. I got a small pleasure thinking of her embarrassment. "Al, tell Marlene thanks for acting like she knew who I was, and for giving me the glowing endorsement. And tell her I'll put her at the front of the line."

"Don't bother, Mike. She's married. Happily. Which is why she can't stand cheaters."

That night I slept in our bed for the last time. Actually, I didn't sleep, as my memories of our wonderful years waged war with my images of Rhoda breaking my heart in Arthur's room. And wondering "What is she doing now?" and "Who is she doing now?" I finally gave up, and finally fell asleep lying next to Hailey, listening to her breathe.

Shortly after noon, I received a call from Al.

"Michael, those guys are bastards. I found videos from all their...." he stopped before he said computers or phones... "You were right. Your wife wasn't the first they've pulled this shit on. So far, I've found...stuff... of nine other women, besides your wife.

Are you sure you're okay with me exposing those women?"

We discussed all the implications and ramifications. Finally, I decided, "Al, are there some of those women that you feel deserve to be shown for what they did? What they are?"

"Ah, Mike, don't put this on me."

I was silent.

"Okay. A couple of them remind me of my wife and what she did to me. I'll do them."

It was almost dark Sunday night when the doorbell rang. I found Arthur standing on the porch, and a limousine, with its engine running, in the driveway.

"Do you have a trenchcoat?"

"What?"

"Do you have a trenchcoat, or overcoat?" He smirked at my confusion. "Otherwise Rhoda will have to walk up to the door naked."

I left him standing on the porch as I stepped into the hall closet and retrieved my overcoat. When Arthur opened the car's rear door, he held up my coat while Rhoda showed a lot of skin as she climbed out of the car and into my coat. Several hands reached out of the car, grasping for another touch, while she laughed and swatted their hands away and managed to button my coat.

The car's engine continued to run as Rhoda leaned into Arthur's embrace. They talked for a few moments before Rhoda turned to walk up the driveway toward me. I thought about closing and locking the door.

She didn't look at me as she stepped past me and walked into the living room, stopping to stand in the center of the room, with her back to me. As I closed the door, I wondered why the limousine was still in the driveway. And wondered why Rhoda smelled heavily of cigarette smoke.

As I walked into the front room to face Rhoda, she remained standing and looked at the floor.

"Please sit down Michael." She gestured to my favorite chair. As I sat down, I realized that it was just like last night. I sat in my chair, while Rhoda stood in almost the same spot in which Evelyn had stood the night before when she began her failed seduction. When she unbuttoned and opened my coat, I saw that like Evelyn, she was naked beneath the coat, except for her garters and stockings. She remained silent as she let the coat fall to the floor, straightened her posture, pushed her tits out, and finally looked me in the eye.

"Michael, I do love you. You're the only man I have ever loved, the only man I will ever love. I'm sorry that you're hurt by what I've done. I didn't want you to be hurt. Evelyn told me that you would be excited by what I've done, by becoming a..... slut. Yes, I know. I'm a slut.

When you got so aroused and turned on Friday night, I was so excited, thinking that Evelyn was right when she told me that you would love having me become a hotwife, an MILF," she smiled at the terms.

"I'm sorry I was too embarrassed to let you stay and watch yesterday. I should have invited you to stay, to enjoy watching me explore. That was selfish of me."

I didn't say anything.

"When you sent that cruel text message to me, I cried." She paused as she teared up. She sniffed a few times and dropped her gaze from my face as she continued.

"I was hoping that having Evelyn make love to you would help you feel better, knowing that I loved you and that it was only sex. When she called me and told me you threw her out I was really hurt. I gave you her company so you wouldn't miss me too much, and you refused my gift."

Then she straightened and looked me in the eye, with an expression of confidence, challenge, even defiance. "Then Arthur reminded me that you would never find another woman as beautiful as me. That you would never find another woman who could fuck you like I can. That when you saw me naked like this, with other men's marks and cum on me that you would realize that you were lucky to have me even if you had to share me—with men who could take me to places you never could. Men who could really please me and teach me how to please them."

"Yesterday, Arthur and the others taught me so many ways to please a man. Please give me a chance and let me show you how much I love you, how much I can please you."

Before I could tell her I wasn't interested in anything from her, ever again, the front door opened and Arthur came walking in like he owned the place. He strode up behind Rhoda, put his arm around her naked body, then moved one hand up to cup a breast and the other between her thighs, cupped her pussy and said, "Michael, did Rhoda tell you why she smells like a bar?"