It's Not My Fault

"That's what you really want, isn't it: To have your slutty little wife fucked all weekend by a group of guys?" I teased.

"God no! It's only a fantasy Marie. It's just between you and me" he said. "I could never stand to see someone else with you! What's going on? Did something happen this weekend?" I could sense concern and confusion in his voice.

"No, no, of course not silly! I'm just playing with you. I just wanted to get you excited before you got home. I just miss you so much and I can't wait to see you. I love you so much!" I said. "I'm just playing around trying to tease you before you come home tomorrow night."

I could sense that really relieved him. "I love you too, sweetie" he replied. "You had me worried for a minute there." We both laughed, but mine was a nervous one. Soon we hung up I had all night to reflect on what happened.

So here I am writing this story on Monday afternoon. I took a sick day today, and yes, I feel very sick! Bill will be home in a few hours, and I am sick to my stomach he will find out what I did. But it's his fault. How can he blame me? I was just doing what I thought he wanted me to do. I never would have done anything like this if it wasn't for Bill and his fantasies. I only did it because I love him!

I can only hope Bill never finds out about what happened. Oh God! I hope those little bastards don't tell Steph! How am I ever going to face her? I know I can't ever go over there again. At the same time, every time I think about last night I get wet. What's wrong with me?