When Robert Porter got home that evening, he asked his wife about the party right away.
"Is there some kind of party we're supposed to go to?" he said as he sorted through the mail on the kitchen table.
"Party?" Emily asked quickly, her voice rising in tone. "I don't know. What party?"
"I don't know either. Terry Carter mentioned it this morning. They were in looking to refinance. Hey, pull up a chair," he said, sitting. "I'd better tell you about it. They were so strange when they came in to see me."
"Strange? How so?" Emily sat unsure of what was coming but knowing it couldn't be good.
"Well, I'd better just tell you the whole thing and get it in the open. I think I was being offered a bribe." He laughed quietly. "As horny as I am most days, it would be tempting to accept."
"I don't get it."
"We were about done, and Terry stood up and leaned on my desktop. Her neckline was very low and I could see right down. She wasn't wearing any bra. Well after staying like that maybe a minute with a strange little smile on her face, she walked around my desk and stood beside me." Robert still couldn't believe it, and he took a deep breath before moving on.
"Honey, she leaned down and put her hand right on my hard cock and kissed me on the cheek."
"You had a hard cock?" Emily had no idea why she asked the question. Maybe it was to delay the question that was coming at the end. "Why, I mean, I don't get it."
"Well, honey, she'd just showed me her tits with those big dark nipples. She did it on purpose. And the strange thing was that her husband was sitting right there looking like he didn't care at all. They both acted as though it was natural."
Emily sat staring at him for a moment, and Robert began to think he'd said something wrong. Surely she wasn't mad at him for getting aroused by their neighbor's tits. They both had been getting aroused watching the Trents fuck.
"Honey, she said that she'd see me at the party," Robert said. "Do you have any idea what she meant?"
Emily just stared at him, her eyes lacking focus as though she might faint, and her breath beginning to come in short, ragged gasps. Suddenly, tears burst from her eyes and she ran, sobbing from the kitchen and up the stairs.
Robert sat alone for just a moment taking inventory of his words. No, he hadn't said anything to cause that reaction. If she didn't like the erection she would have yelled about it. No, he hadn't said anything at all. Except the party. He had asked about the party.
He walked upstairs and found his wife sitting hunched over on the bed, her long, auburn hair concealing her downcast face. She was crying nearly uncontrollably into a handful of tissues.
Robert sat beside her, holding her, pulling her hair back with his index finger. "What's wrong, honey? What ever it is can't be this bad."
"Oh, yes, it c, c, can," she wailed. "Because I've been horrible. A horrible wife and mother and a horrible human being. I should have told you, but I didn't know how. It was all so strange and so good.
It didn't seem like a bad thing. Patty k, k, kept telling me to tell you, but I never got the nerve. I let her believe that you knew, and I suppose that's why Terry Carter thought you were in on it. Oh, God, I've ruined everything!"
Robert hugged her tighter to him, totally confused but determined to help her in some way. "Come on, honey. You're making it bigger than it is. I'm sure of it."
"I've been having sex with Patty Trent," she blurted, unable to hold it in any longer. "We've had sex several times. Neither one of us is a lesbian, you know, but it felt so good. But her husband knows about it. He's fine with it. But I never told you."
"Sex with Patty Trent?" Robert's cock tried to harden at that image, but the thought of being left out of the loop kept it half limp. "God, honey, I don't know what to say."
"Say I'm a horrible woman," she said. "And it's worse, you know. That pinochle party at the Petersons? We played strip pinochle. Me and Patty and Terry and Jenny Peterson played strip pinochle. And then Tania Mosswell came over thinking it was a racial thing that we didn't invite her, so we had to tell her the truth, and pretty soon she joined us. We went, went down on each other in Jenny's living room.
We took turns fucking each other with a strap-on. Oh, Robert, I'm so sorry. Maybe you wouldn't have minded if I told you. Maybe you would have liked it. You're not a prude! But I don't know because I didn't give you a chance. And now I've been an unfaithful wife for, I don't know, three weeks and I've been worried as hell about you finding out."