The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 02

I hope I have most of my tears out of the way. I know I have fucked up so bad. Anyway, here goes. David, do you remember the weekend you went on that reunion excursion with your old unit? I think you went to the Tetons. Well that Saturday evening was when Denise Judkins had her promotion party at the Sheraton downtown. I remember you telling me to just go and have a good time so I did. I didn't think anything of it. I had gone to parties before when you were tied up with business. Jesus, I wish I had never gone. That was the start of everything, about eight months ago.

If I hadn't been so preoccupied on just having a good time with the girls there, I would have noticed there were several more men than us girls, some of whom I had never met before. In any event, we were all drinking more than we should and some of the girls started doing tequila shots by the time the band started playing. I don't think we planned on staying that late at least I know I didn't. Regardless, one of the guys said they would call for taxis to get everybody home, right? Yeah, right. Everybody including me was getting loose. After a lot of dancing and more drinking,

I didn't really notice and didn't remember until afterwards, that three of us girls, Denise, me and another girl I didn't know from Accounting, were now dancing and partying with about a dozen guys. I don't really remember how many were there then. I'm guessing.

It wasn't long after that when I really started getting hot, I mean hot as in high and really aroused. I'm pretty sure somebody spiked my drink with something. It wasn't one of those rape knock out drugs because I was aware of everything. I was just really high and fucked up. That plus the tequila and I know better than to drink tequila like that. I feel like such a shit to say this. I'm a woman with grown children, for fucks sake. God damn. A lot of good it does now.

As high as I was, I didn't stop any of the touchy feely stuff when we were dancing or sitting around the tables and booths. I remember looking over at the girl from accounting and some guy was sucking salt off her bare nipple right next to me. I already had one guy's hand on my thigh. Well, I guess the employees of the place were nervous or something because the next thing I knew we were all heading upstairs with a bottle of tequila and ended up in a couple of adjoining rooms.

I floated the whole trip up there. The worse of it was that I knew what was going on. They didn't knock me out. I remember there being a king in one room and a couple queens in the other. Both Denise and the other girl were laid out on the bed and guys were doing shots off their naked breasts. After a few minutes of that, one of the guys picked Denise up and slung her over his shoulder and carried her into the other room. Some guy did the same to me and we ended up stripped naked on each of the two beds.

Denise was really getting into it and dancing for the guys. I was just too high so I remember sitting back and watching while a couple men began playing with my nipples and opening my legs. David, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't stop them. I didn't even make any effort. I was so aroused from whatever they gave me that I opened for them and let them take me. They didn't rape me. They fucked me."

At this point Marylyn began crying again and I wondered if I could continue listening to it. She was doing what I demanded of her, telling me everything. This was unexpected but I knew the behavior had to begin somewhere. I almost felt like kicking myself for leaving her alone, almost but not quite. She shouldn't have been drinking alone with other men especially in a hotel but I have to admit that I felt just a bit guilty for not being there. Marylyn pulled herself together and continued.

"OK, where was I? Yes, being fucked. That is what it was. I wasn't raped and while I know I would never have done that in a million years if sober, I fucked them too and my body responded in ways I can't remember ever feeling. They used me completely, several of them, and I lost count of the number of orgasms, if I was ever counting to begin with. Every time one of them fucked me, I got off on it. When I sucked their cocks, I orgasmed. I don't understand it, even now. There was no love making or love of any kind going on here. It was just men taking a cunt and fucking it until they were sated. Denise was doing the same thing. Each of us must have fucked half a dozen of the men, maybe more, I don't know. What they were doing to the girl from accounting, I have no idea. I could just hear the fucking in the other room.

I remember somebody giving me something else to drink during a break from the sex and the next thing I knew, one of the men had me over the footboard of the bed and started taking my ass. I wasn't ready for it but he just emptied a big tube of something all over my ass and pushed himself into me. At that point, I let loose and took his fuck. When he was done, another one followed in his place. I think they all took my ass and by that time, everybody was coming down.

We all must have crashed at that point because the next thing I remember was some guy pushing his dick in me with the morning light streaming into the room. I didn't fight him. I just fucked him like the whore I had become. I began to realize what I was actually doing as he was just getting his nut off. I screamed for him to get off and he just held me down and finished his fuck. He wiped his cock off on my thigh and got off the bed. At that point I began searching for my clothes which were scatted across two rooms. Somehow I got dressed, found my keys and made my way to the car.

Jesus I cried the whole way home. I was dirty, reeked of sex and my privates ached. My breasts were reddened and my nipples hurt like hell to touch. I knew you wouldn't be home until Monday evening so I told myself I had two days to pull myself together. After cleaning myself up and a long time just crying in the tub, I ate something and then called Denise. No help there. Seriously, what did I expect? She was as big a whore as I was and she proved it when she answered and was still with some of the guys giving them whatever they wanted. I just wanted to die at that point. Who knew what happened to the other girl.

I debated telling you about what happened but this was so completely over the top I didn't have a clue how to begin. So instead, I planned on just burying it. I made an appointment at a health clinic to get tested and they did that Monday afternoon. Everything came back OK but I needed to follow up a week later because it was so soon after a potential exposure. That was the week I had that "yeast outbreak", just to keep you from getting anything in case I was. So that all turned out OK and I put up a brave front for quite a while.

David, I said I would tell you the truth and everything so I will and this is really hard for me. I began thinking of the events of that night and the sex and, Jesus this is awful, I began masturbating about it when you were not home. I began using my secret to fuel really perverse fantasies, of being taken and used like that. It was never in the same horrible way as when it really did happen but it would be with somebody who was really dominant and forceful. I imagined it with you and with others but I would never have done it or at least that is what I told myself. So, anyways, I went on like that for about a month or so and it looked like I could keep everything a secret and never have it see the light of day but for Denise. That fucking Denise.

Denise was fucking Roger or at least what he considered a fuck. She was only doing it because he was the boss and she thought there was something for her in that. Anyway, she apparently had a copy of a sex tape that starred Guess Who. Me, Denise and the Accounting girl along with a cast of about a dozen men. Oh my God I wanted to die when I found out. I thought that was the end of my world but it was just beginning. Denise must have shared it with Roger because the next thing I knew, I was promoted upstairs along with Denise. That was when he hit me with it.

We were having lunch together and he said something to Denise and she just giggled and left us alone. Roger started asking me how I liked the new job and stuff and eventually he got down to his mission, me.

He pulled out his tablet and started a video before turning it to me. It was obvious. It was me being ganged and pulling a train in that hotel room. HD color and sound, up close and obviously enjoying every bit of it. Like I said, I can't claim rape. It was nasty, perverse and I felt helpless. I think I asked him how he got that and he told me to just listen and do what I was told. I didn't know what to say or do so I listened.

He told me this was going to you if I didn't submit to him and I believed him. At this point I figured it was all over. To keep that from happening I submitted myself to him. I don't know why I agreed but I did. The first time I let him have his way was that afternoon in his office. It lasted all of five minutes. Then it would be after work, in his office or at his condo. Every time, it was treat me rough, fuck it for a few minutes and then wipe himself off. I never got anything out of any of it. Well, that is not all true. He has the biggest cock I have ever been with and that helped fuel my fantasies later when the bastard wasn't with me. I hated him but it was worse.

One time when I had to travel with him, he had two other men with him at the hotel bar. We all left together and at that point, the drugs hit me. It was pretty much the same as before. The two men used me like a whore for the night while Roger recorded it all. Like before, it wasn't rape. I fucked them like a whore and got off on it. In fact it was the only time ever with Roger that I got off on any of this misery. He used the recording on me when we got back. Told me I was his bitch and to get used to it.

I believed him and he started pushing me to leave you before he forced it. I knew my marriage was as fucked as I was and it broke my heart. I put up a good front though, right? Good old cheerful Marylyn. Filthy whore and happy housewife. So I did what all good cheating wives do, I started slipping money aside because I knew I would need it. Roger kept pushing me and finally, well ..."

Marylyn fell completely to pieces at this point. None of this made any sense to me. Why in hell would she have continued knowing that prick was going to fuck her over anyway? I couldn't wrap my thoughts around that and I still can't. Suffice to say, I got her a drink of water and held her for a while. Oddly, Sarah was brushing Marylyn's hair with her fingers and kissing the top of her head.

"Marylyn, at this point, I don't want you telling me anything else, at least for now, unless Sarah wants to know more."

I looked over at Sarah and she just shook her head no.

"Marylyn, look up at me. There is one more thing I do want you to tell me about. What did you feel when you saw the bastards cock in that jar?"

"I knew beyond doubt that you loved me but our lives and intimacy would be changed forever. I know you didn't do the deed but I also know it said 'nobody fucks with my man, David Stone'. I didn't shed any tears or shrink in fright when I saw it. I felt relief and hoped the fucking bastard was dead. Like I said earlier, I will take whatever relationship you will give me and be forever grateful for it. I've gone from being owned by a man I hate to being possessed by a man I love more than life itself... Also, so you know, I destroyed the papers you were served with."

We all returned to the house as Sarah rubbed my ass the whole way there. I am sure that was not lost on Marylyn.

End of Part II