Making Amends-- Part II
by Headhunter


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."

"Thats 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 thats what we did," said Jim smugly.

The four men quickly removed all of their clothes except  their
undershorts and sat back down sipping their drinks and drinking
inthe sight of the naked wife.  They were more comfortable as each
sported a huge buldge in the front of their shorts.  "Ok Sally now
the stripper was dancing.  Bill wanted a lab 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 haveing 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 stradling 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 outloud 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 confortable, just like Bill was," snickered
Jim.

Sally looked at the four hard cocks. She had never seenany penises
except her husbands and her little boys.  She was surprised at the
assotment of sizes and shapes the she saw. 

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

"Whatchch are you talk'in 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 bleery eyed Sally said, "he said she gave him oral
sex."

"Thats right Sally it was Bill who wanted a blow-job from the
stripper, he said you don't do it very often and you never let him
cum in your mouth.  It was all his idea.  Do you want us to show you
how he had it done to him?" Jim lied.

"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.  "Thats 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,.... thats 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 married life Sally would occassionally  take her husband in her
mouth but she had never really sucked him off and he had certainly
never cum in her mouth.

In a reflex action Sally closed her lips around the cock of her
husband's boss.  Jim, not wanting to miss this oportunity 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 rapidly fucked Sally's face.  The surprised
housewife didn't even react and within a few strokes the excited and
teased Jim blasted his white stringy jism into the virgin mouth of
the kneeling naked woman.

The Video picture that Bill was watching didn't have enough clarity
to make out his wife's lips wrapped around his bosses 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.  He
roared in agony and cried in shame.   
   
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 comanded.  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.  

"Now Sally,  Bill gave instructions to the stripper on how to give
him a blow-job.   Let me tell you what she did for him." Jim beagn
giving instructions to the housewife on the finer points of sucking
cock.  The dazed, drunk and revenge seeking wife mummbled arounf the
cylinder of flesh in her mouth but did what she was told her husband
had done to him.

"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
cleaned for the third man in line.

Because of Jim's continued cock sucking pointers Sally began getting
into the oral sex.  "No wonder my husband likes this," Sally though
in an alchohol 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 forth 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.

"That's OK," soothed Jim, "Bill was the one who started this, its
going to be OK."  He continued to reasure 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,
who needed to make ammends.  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 crosslegged in the middle of her livingroom 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."

"What elssseh is wrong,' slurred Sally.

"What is it men? 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."

Sally looked puzzled, "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."

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

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 securily 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 dam you Jim, let me up, I'm gonna kill you guys."

"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.  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 I
promise we won't hurt Sally.  Excuse us we are going into the
bathroom for a minute."

Bill heard someone urinate 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, take a look!"

Bill cursed and struggled to no avail.  Jim looked at the TV.
"Bill, enjoy the show, lets go Frank." The two naked men walked out
of his bedroom, moments later to appear in the livingroom on TV.

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!"

Jim squirted a large amount of oil onto Sally's pubic hair then
squirted more into his and 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 delicatley remove the oily brown hair from Sally's groin.
It didn't take long and Sally actually giggled from the tickeling
razor.  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.

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

The men puled Sally to her feet and with a little help 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 thights 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 nipple between
his oil soaked fingers.

Frank chimed in, "Yeah, lets fuck her, but not here.  I couldn't do
it knowing Bill, 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 jussst got a blow.... "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.  Come with us
to the guest room.  We want to help you, we will show you!"

Sally was directed down the hall, past the masterbedroom 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 9:00pm.  

At 11:00pm 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 the 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!!"

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 as Jim said, "Sorry Bill we used
up all your hot water taking showers.  We can't have our wives
smelling Sally on us.  Listen, she is sleeping it off in the guest
room.  She is fine, better than fine.  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%.  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.  As the door shut behind them, Jim called out, "I'm
locking up, Bill."

Sometime during the night Sally staggered into the master bedroom.
Her body still had patches of oil.  Bill was 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 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 jism floating in the
bowl.  He wondered if it tasted different going down than coming up.

He wasn't going to slepp 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.

So he spent the night sleeping in his car in the garage.

He let Sally clean up the house the next day.  At least she cried as
she vacumed up her pubic hair from the livingroom carpet.


---One month later----

Bill and Sally were barely talking. They hadn't had sex.  One night
Sally tried dancing and stripping for him, but it didn't help. But
Bill did notice that Sally was keeping her pussy shaved. 

They tried to get back to normal, but Bill could not get the images
of four oily cocks sliding in and out of Sally's cunt and mouth, out
of his mind.  He hoped time would heal the wounds.  He told Sally
that. She hoped so as well. She begged for forgiveness,tried to
explain how things had gotten out of hand.  Bill simply told her the
real details of the night at the convention.  In terms of infidelity
and cheating the score card wasn't even close.

Bill changed jobs.  He had to travel during the day, but never went
to conventions and was home every night.  His son was doing well and
Bill spent most of his time being a great father.

One day arriving in his new office from a late business meeting,
Bill's secretary told him a man had left him an  envelope while he
was out. She handed Bill the letter.  It was one of Jim's envelopes.
Inside was a note written in Jim's hand and a twenty dollar bill.
The note simply said, "$20 is the going rate."

Bill tore out of the office and drove home at break neck speed.  As
he approached his house he saw Jim's car in his driveway.   Bill
kept driving....
