Making Amends Ch. 02

Jim was almost ready to reach out and touch Sally when she danced away and repeated her performance on the other three men. After each man had gotten an eyeful of the naked wife, Sally stopped and took another glass of wine.

"Is this just the way it was for my Bill?" Sally asked. The wine, jealously and feeling of betrayal still working on Sally's usual shy demeanor.

Jim responded, "well not exactly, Sally... "

Sally cut him off, "I told you guys I wanted to know exactly or I would tell your wives. How was it exactly?" Sally stared hard at the four men then drank some more wine.

In the bedroom Jim was finally resigned to the game his boss and his wife were playing. He was mad, but now he really understood the hurt that Sally had felt. Being with his co-workers when that hired strippers and got blow jobs wasn't something that a happily married man would do. It was something he would never do again. His wife was the most beautiful woman he knew. He swore to himself never even to look at another woman. He was sure that the game was almost over and in a few moments Sally would be here to let him go. She had gone a little too far with the men, but no real harm was done. Then Bill heard Jim's next comments to Sally.

"Well Sally, you have got your part right, but us guys and Bill weren't exactly like this."

"What do you mean, Jim. I told you I wanted it just like that night," demanded Sally.

Jim winked at the other three men. "Well Sally, you tell me, what is the first thing Bill does when he get home after work?"

"Well, Um... " Sally looked confused, then her face brightened, "he gets comfortable and has a drink to unwind from the day."

"That's right Sally, and Bill is the one who at the convention had us have a drink and get comfortable in the suite we were in. You're so smart, I'll bet you want us to get comfortable just like Bill had us do on that night," pushed Jim.

"I guess," said Sally, "I want to know exactly what it was like when Bill did that terrible thing."

"OK boys, lets get another drink and get comfortable, like that night, then Sally can see how that stripper gave Bill a lap dance."

The other three men followed Jim's lead. They freshened their drinks then watched has Jim began to take off his shirt.

"Bill told us he likes to sit around in his underwear and have a drink after work, so that's what we did," said Jim smugly.

The four men quickly removed all of their clothes except their underwear and sat back down sipping their drinks and drinking in the sight of the naked wife. They were more comfortable as each sported a huge bulge in the front of their shorts. "Ok Sally now the stripper was dancing. Bill wanted a lap dance let me tell you how that is done."

"OK, I guess, show me what the stripper did with my husband," Sally sipped more wine and stepped over to Jim.

"First she sat in his lap, threw her arms around Bill's neck and gave him a big hug." Sally did it and Jim was rewarded with Sally's soft breasts being pushed against his bare chest. He could feel her hard,hot nipples boring into him as she squeezed him tight. Her sweet smelling hair covered his face and he could feel his erect but still confined cock pushing into her soft buttocks.

"Now do the same for the other guys, that what the stripper did."

Sally bounced from lap to lap giving each man a hug and the pleasure of having her naked body pressed against them. Jim admired her body as she bounced around the room, all modesty gone, putting on a great display.

"Ok Sally that good. Next the stripper sat against Bill like a spoon and took his hands and rubbed them up and down her body. Come her let me show you."

Sally sat back on Jim's lap. He grasped her hips and spun her so she was facing away from him. Her legs straddling Jim's lap. Then he pulled her back against her, placed his hands inside of hers and began running his hands up and down the naked wife.

By now Bill was sobbing out loud as he watched his boss's hands run from his wife's thighs up across her soft rounded belly onto her tits. His hands lingered their for a few seconds caressing and stroking the round globes of flesh, before running back down her sweet soft body and beginning the process again.

"God damn, look at that," whispered Frank, as on one trip up Sally's body Jim's fingers ran through Sally's pubic hair.

After a few minutes Jim pushed Sally up and said, "Jim wanted her to give all the guys lap dances."

The process was repeated with each of the men. Sally was aroused now. Jim could see spots of fluid that dripped from Sally onto each man's shorts.

While Sally was busy "lap dancing" with the others Jim stood and removed his underpants.

Seeing their boss the other men followed Jim's lead.

"Sally now we are really comfortable, just like Bill was," snickered Jim.

Sally looked at the four hard cocks. She had never seen any penises except her husband's and her little boys. She was surprised at the assortment of sizes and shapes the she saw.

Jim reminded Sally, who was by now so drunk that she was very susceptible, that more had gone on at the convention between the stripper and her husband.

"Whatchch ..are you talkin' about Jim?" Sally slurred as she looked at the four naked men who stood around her. As she spun around to look at the men her tits swung and bounced enticingly.

"You know Sally! Didn't Bill tell you about the sex," pushed Jim.

"Oh yeah," the bleary eyed Sally said, "he said she gave him oral sex."

"That's right Sally it was Bill who wanted a blow-job from the stripper, he said you don't do oral sex."

"It's dirty and.. and..." The drunken Sally couldn't get the words out.

"It's OK, I guess he wanted to find out what oral sex is like. It was all Bill's idea to get he whore to do it for him. Do you want us to show you how he had it done to him?" Jim ied.

"UH, what, Uh Bill... wanted... he betrayed me...," stuttered Sally.

Bill was beside himself, he began screaming and cursing. The stripper, like pros usually do, had made the five men put condoms on before she sucked on their dicks. His shouts fell on deaf ears, his wife and the men had become used to his screams, he was ignored.

"Sally, the stripper knelt in the middle of the room," Jim pushed the beautiful housewife gently to her knees. "That's right just like that. Then we all lined up in front of her like this." The men stood in line facing the kneeling Sally. "Sally did you know that Bill demanded to be the first one in line." "Next she opened her mouth wide,... that's it.. open up... and we will show just how Bill cheated on you."

Jim stepped forward and placed his erect cock on Sally's tongue. In her whole life Sally had never had a cock in her mouth. She had never sucked her husband off and he had certainly never cum in her mouth or anywhere near her head!

In a reflex action Sally closed her lips around the cock of her husband's boss. Jim, not wanting to miss this opportunity grabbed the back of Sally's head and jabbed his cock deep into her mouth. The red lipstick Sally had so carefully applied, streaked down Jim's hard stalk.

Jim Began to leisurely fuck Sally's face. The surprised but drunk housewife didn't even react as Jim's cock sawed in and out of her pursed lips. His cock getting wetter and wetter with Sally's saliva with each thrust into her bulging cheeks. Within a few minutes the excited and teased Jim blasted his white stringy jism into the virgin mouth of the kneeling naked woman. The first cum to cross Sally's lips was not her husbands, but a man who knew how to manipulate people.

The video picture that Bill was watching didn't have enough clarity to make out his wife's lips wrapped around his boss's stiff organ, but from the thrusting of Jim's hips then the tensing of his body, Bill knew that his wife was tasting sperm for the first time. Sally's helpless husband roared in agony and cried in shame.

Pulling his softening prick from her mouth, Jim grabbed the bottle of wine from the table and thrust the neck into Sally's mouth.

"Here swallow some wine to freshen your mouth," he commanded.

The wine spilled from Sally's lips and she gulped hard to keep from choking. As she coughed Frank stepped forward and popped his hard cock into Sally's mouth replacing the neck of the wine bottle.

"Now Sally, your Bill gave instructions to the stripper on how to give him a blow-job. Let me tell you what she did for him. WHAT YOUR BILL told the whore to do for him!" Jim smiled at his co-conspirators as he told Sally the latest lie.

Jim began giving instructions to the housewife on the finer points of sucking cock. The dazed, drunk and revenge seeking wife mumbled incoherently around the cylinder of flesh in her mouth. But Sally did what she was told, did what she was told was done for her husband by the stripper. Sally did everything Jim's commanding voice told her to.

"Cup his balls in one hand... run you other hand over his ass... lick the tip like a lollipop... "

The excited Frank didn't last much longer than Jim. Soon Sally's tongue was taking another cum bath. The bottle neck was once again thrust into her sweet mouth like a glass cock and her mouth was rinsed clean for the third man in line.

Because of Jim's continued cock sucking pointers Sally unconsciously began getting into giving oral sex.

"No wonder my husband wanted this," Sally though in an alcohol haze.

After another swig of wine, Sally went to work on the fourth cock that was presented to her. This time she even leaned forward to grab the spongy cock helmet with her lips.

"Man look at her go," the men exclaimed.

Soon a fourth load of warm cum was running down Sally's throat. She sat back on her heels and looked at the spent men sprawled in her living room.

"I didn't... I just wanted ... ," Sally cried. "It wasn't supposed to..."

"That's OK," soothed Jim, "Bill was the one who started this. Its going to be OK."

He continued to reassure her and make it seem OK. In her drunken state Sally still didn't fully realize that she was the one who had truly been unfaithful, not her husband. Sally was still fixated on her husband who she wanted to teach a lesson to. Her husband who needed to make amends. The husband who had just seen her act like a real slut and suck off four of his co-workers and drink their cum.

Jim looked at the clock. It was still early and he didn't want the games to end yet. He poured Sally another glass of wine and she drank it sitting cross legged in the middle of her living room floor. Not even aware that her private parts were opened like a flower to the eyes of the four naked men.

"You know guys there is still something wrong here, its still not quite the same way it was at the convention," stated Jim as if he were helping Sally.

"What elssseh is wrong," slurred Sally now almost unconscious.

"What is it men?" Jim asked pulling them into the game he was playing with the naive, drunk spouse of his employee.

"Ah... Oh! I remember now you still don't look like the stripper did," exclaimed Jim playing the part to the hilt.

"I don't understand, I don't have any more clothes to take off," a confused Sally answered.

"No Sally you don't understand, strippers wear real small panties called g-strings. Because of that they shave themselves."

A puzzled look surfaced on Sally's blank, alcohol dulled face, "I took a shower and shaved my legs before you guys came over."

"No, let me explain, the g-string's are so small that real strippers shave almost all their pubic hair. You want to be like the stripper who Bill was with don't you? I know he likes that. He told us all how much he likes strippers, and they way they look."

"I guess so," said Sally as she fell back onto the carpet. The room was spinning and she was having difficulty remembering what was going on.

Looking down at the almost comatoase wife Jim laughed, "Come on Frank lets find a razor and give good old Bill's wife a new look."

The two naked men walked down the hall looking for a bathroom. Jim pushed open the master bedroom door and was shocked at the sight of his employee fastened securely to the bed. The room was dark but light from the TV showed a struggling Bill.

"Look what we have here Frank, Sally wasn't kidding when she said she had you locked up," said Jim.

"God damn you Jim, let me up, I'm gonna kill you guys," ranted Bill

"Now, Now Billy Boy, Sally invited us over, and we haven't forced her to do anything." Jim looked at the TV and realized that it showed the living room. On the TV screen the two remaining men were tickling Sally, making her squirm on the carpet and watching her fleshy tits roll around.

"Hey Bill, have you been watching? Sorry old buddy, I didn't know you could see your wife acting like a little whore. Man look at your arms, you have cut them up pretty good. Take it easy man. I promise we won't hurt Sally, Jim laughed.

"Billy Boy, excuse us we are going into the bathroom for a minute."

Bill heard someone piss in the toilet then the two men returned. "Hey Bill," exclaimed Jim, standing next to the bed. "I was taking a leak and look what I found... your wife's lipstick running up and down the length of my dong."

Jim laughed out loud and added, "Take a look!"

Bill cursed and struggled to no avail. "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch."

"Not likely." Then Jim looked at the TV. "Bill, enjoy the show, lets go Frank."

The two naked men walked out of his bedroom, to appear moments later on the TV in the living room. Frank carried a razor towel and some baby oil the men had found in Bill's bathroom.

"OK Sally lets show you just how Bill likes his strippers," exclaimed Jim, kneeling by the legs of the prostrate wife and mother.

Frank laid the towel on the floor and Jim rolled Sally onto it. Each of the two men grabbed one of Sally's ankles and spread her legs. Jim scooted forward and asked Frank to hand him the baby oil.

"OK Sally, I'm going to put some oil on you so you won't get razor burn."

Sally could only manage a giggle and a slurred "OK! Like Bill did riiiiight..."

Jim laughed, "Yeah, just like old Bill. We are going to do everything Bill does."

Whispering to the other men he added, "and then some"

Jim squirted a large amount of oil onto Sally's pubic hair then squirted more into his hand and began to massage the oil onto her prominent mound.

"Hell guys," Jim whispered, "lets shave it all off, she's got such a nice cunt I want to see it all."

Frank handed Jim the razor and he began to delicately remove the oily brown hair from Sally's groin. It didn't take long and Sally actually drunkenly giggled from the tickling razor. Her cunt was soon as bare as a new born. The fleshy lips were tight, but wetness gleamed from the crevice between their plumpy folds.

Jim couldn't help himself and slipped one of his oily fingers into Sally's pink slit. Her clit winked at him from behind its' fleshy hood. He strummed it once or twice causing Sally to jump and moan.

"Hey guys lets stand her up and see her dance now" offered Frank.

The men pulled Sally to her feet. With the men's hands supporting her she was able to stand. Frank squirted the oil up and down her body. "Sally, strippers oil themselves up so they look good on stage."

Without waiting for a response the four men began rubbing the oil all over the staggering wife's body. Hands wandered over her tits and ass. The inside of her thighs were rubbed and of course more than one finger snaked its way into her honey pit.

All four men's cocks had returned to full mast. "Jim I just have to fuck Bill's wife," said one of the men as he rolled a taut nipple between his oil soaked fingers.

Frank chimed in, "Yeah, lets fuck her, but not here. I couldn't do it knowing, her husband was watching me."

Jim responded for them all, "Sally, did Bill tell you how he fucked the stripper?"

"What ah... what... no he jussssst gotssss oral seeeeeex...",mumbled Sally.

"No, Sally!! Jim led us all in fucking the stripper. We need to show you, but we need a bed to do it right. The stripper fucked your husband on a bed."

"Huh... ah..I don't ... I'm not sssure... Bill didn't tell me .."

"He lied to you Sally. You need to see what Bill did. It was ALL his idea. Come with us to the guest room. We want to HELP YOU SALLY, we will show you!"

Sally was directed down the hall, past the master bedroom where Bill cried in frustration and hurt.

The four men dropped Sally on the bed in the guest room and surrounded the bed. Frank had thoughtfully remembered to bring the wine bottle... It was 9:00 PM. ---------

At 11:00 PM Bill heard the shower at the end of the hall start running.

During those two hours Bill hadn't heard much, but what he had heard was like a shot to his heart. He had heard a few male voices yell "Oh Yeah! Go baby"

Other words he was able to pick up were the usual... "cunt... fuck... I'm cumming." Once two male voices broke into the song, "Ride, Sally, Ride!!" He heard a loud thump like someone falling on the floor. The worst was one time when he heard a distinctly female voice scream "Oh.. Oh.. OHHHHHHHH!! GODDDDDD!"

After a long time the shower stopped, and four naked men appeared at Bill's door. Bill was exhausted, from crying, struggling and screaming. He could only lay there.

Jim said, "Sorry Bill we used up all your hot water taking showers. We can't have our wives smelling Sally on us now can we."

Bill pulled the restraints one last time and slumped in defeat.

"Listen, she is sleeping it off in the guest room. She is fine, better than fine."

Then Jim added a comment that stabbed Bill like no other. "Oh Bill! I want to thank you for letting me give you the 20 bucks for the hooker at the convention. I figure Sally's dance, blow jobs and the time we spent with her in bed would have cost $1,000 from a whore as good looking as Sally. So in the last month that $20 I gave you had a return of 500%. Great investment, thanks. Way to look out for your boss Bill."

"I'd let you up but I don't know where Sally put the key, besides I don't think I could trust you right now. So enjoy the rest of the weekend and I'll see you at work on Monday."

Bill watched through red eyes as his four co-workers dressed in the living room. He noticed that Frank picked up Sally's bra and panties as a souvenir.

As the door shut behind them, Jim called out, "I'm locking up for you, Bill."

Sometime during the night Sally staggered into the master bedroom. Her body still covered with patches of oil. Bill was also able to see crusty patches of cum between her thighs and on her cheek. The light from the TV reflected off her bald pussy. Her tits were red from being played with by four sets of hands.

Sally staggered to the bathroom and Bill heard her retching in the toilet. Finally she emerged from the bath and before falling into bed she unlocked one of Bill's hands.

He was now able to get loose. He tossed a blanket over his wife. He didn't want to see her. He couldn't talk to her because she was passed out and snoring loudly. It was a good thing as he might have killed her if she had been awake.

Bill went into the bathroom to clean the cuts on his wrists. He glanced at the toilet and noted that Sally had thrown up a lot of wine. He also noticed a lot of stringy white jizm floating in the bowl. He wondered if it tasted different going down than coming up. That thought had him tossing his cookies into the same toilet bowl his wife had just used.

After cleaning himself and putting on a pair of sweats Bill took stock. He was both physically and heart sick. He frankly wanted to die. Only the thought of his son kept him from doing anything really stupid.

He wasn't going to sleep with his wife, and the guest room was out of the question given the images in his head. He couldn't even sleep on the couch in the living room. The towel with Sally's shorn pubic hair still lay there.