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She Likes It Rough. Group sex, slut wife.

By Lisa Peacock

The taxi dropped me off at The Royal Park Hotel. It was one of the cities most expensive. You expected the best, and received the best…money was no object to me. I was married to a man of considerable wealth. He was in his late thirties, and I in the late twenties, approximately ten years the difference. He was a very astute businessman, well he had to be to own an electronics company, supplying parts to the government, both overseas and at home. If he never made another dollar, he could sell up and retire in comfort for the rest of his life…our lives. That of course was never going to happen. Working and making a buck, was as much a part of him, as was the air that he breathed, and the blood that ran through his veins. He also had other weaknesses he was rather fond of as well.

So I could go anywhere I wanted, buy anything I desired, and charged it all to the little piece of plastic I carried with me at all time…yes I had a sweet life.

He was a handsome devil; I’ll give you that, six feet in height, and fit with it. He could turn the heads of the females…all ages. Mind, not wanting to brag or skite about it, I was his equal on the female side of things. A long legged blond, I believe they say. Gym membership kept me fit, and that little piece of plastic could buy me all the clothes and make up to make me even more attractive to the male. Having been a model I knew how to carry myself, and I relished in the knowledge that male eyes would follow me whenever I walked into a room, or past them, my swaying hips and ass coming in for particular attention. My name is Shelley…Shelley Kristinsson…oh god that sounds like, my name is Bond…James Bond…well James Bond I am not, far from it.

Tonight I’m out for a good time, a hunter, looking for prey. The thing is I could easily become the prey, but I did not care, one way or the other I wanted a good time, and the place to hang out, and meet up was the bar at the Royal Park. The guy’s that hung out there were guys with money, guys who could afford it. Not that they were any better than those who frequented lesser establishments…no. They had the same hang-ups and faults, some more so because of the high fly pressure of work. The thing was I had a specific reason to visit this particular bar tonight. Hubby Brad was away for a couple of days, leaving the coast clear for me to indulge in a little…er, how shall I put it? …Lovemaking…ok…ok sex.

I knew the bar would be filled with businessmen, well, upper management, and as they would be dressed in well-cut business suits, I decided I’d dress similar. I felt that my short-skirted cocktail dress might look a little out of place so early in the evening.

So I decided on my own dark skirt and matching jacket, with a white top. I would be a businesswoman, but rather than lug around a briefcase I took a shoulder bag. I wanted it to look like I’d had a harrowing day, and was glad to get myself a drink of wine at the end of it.

Yes, the bar was quite full, and at first I thought it was going to be difficult, if not impossible to find a place at the bar. However, there was one stool left, and as fortune would have it, directly opposite five guys, who had found an alcove seat. Instinct told me that their eyes were now following my progress. I dropped my shoulder bag, gave a sigh of relief, and then hoisted myself onto the barstool. I brushed a strand of hair from my face, and crossed my legs…now I really had their attention.

“White wine please” I responded to the barman.

I took a sip of the wine, then began to swivel on the bar stool, viewing and panning the other patrons, slowly and deliberately working my way around to the five guys behind me. Instinct told me they were already interested in the blond, sitting at the bar. I’d uncrossed my legs and as I swiveled nearer to them, I parted my legs just a little, so that when I was eventually fully facing their way, they had a clear, unrestricted view up my skirt. What they would see would delight them. Dark stockings, leading to naked thigh, then that inch or so strip of white panty, that covered the area they so desired. For a brief moment, as I predicted their gaze was indeed up my skirt, mouths open… agog. Then realizing they’d been caught staring, where no gentleman should stare, quickly averted their gaze. One, the one who I assumed was the leader of the pack, gave me a cheeky smile. I returned the smile, then swiveled back toward the bar… I’d accomplished the first part.

A few moments later, the barman placed another wine in front of me.

“From the gentlemen over there” he said, nodding in the direction of the five guys.

I picked up the wine, turned toward them, raised the glass, thanking them and took a sip. The leader guy, raised his, smiled a most charming smile and likewise took a sip. I turned back to face the bar.

Now it was just a question of time. 8—7—6—5—4—3—2—1 I counted down.

“Hi there” said the voice of Mr Charming.

“Oh hi…thanks for the drink” I replied.

“Oh you’re more than welcome”

“Look…I er…don’t want to sound too presumptuous, but, would you like to join us?” he asked. Then adding

“That is unless you’re waiting for someone…a boyfriend…or husband perhaps?”

He was fishing, did I have a boy friend or husband.

“No…no, no one, my husband is away all night, I find myself at a loose end, so rather than finish work and going straight home, I decided to have a drink first” I replied, “And yes I’d be delighted to join you” I added.

So far my mission was working well, and Mr Charming seemed please also.

As I picked up my shoulder bag, he picked up my two glasses of wine, saying.

“I’m Peter…let me introduce you to the other reprobates” Smiling

“I’m Shelley…pleased to meet you” I replied, with a warm friendly smile.

I slipped between table and seat, next to one of the reprobates, as he put it.

“Ok, going round the table…the one next to you is Simon… then Richard…. next to him is Mike, and last, and definitely least of all is Denny”

“Hey, watch it big guy” retorted Denny, laughing.

“Well I’m Shelley… pleased to meet you guys” I replied.

They were all dressed for work, nice well cut, and definitely expensive suits. Ties had been removed and top buttons undone…their work day now over, they were out to relax, and have a little fun… then enter me, left stage. The prey had entered the den…well so they thought.

Like the guys, I’d undone the top buttons on my blouse…. deliberately. It was my cleavage; that seemed to have their interest. With Peter now sitting next to me, I was the rose between the thorns.

“So, what do you do for a living Shelley” Denny asked.

I took a sip of wine, and told them I worked in Real Estate, which was partly true, I was taking time out to study the law on Real Estate, and then I’d return in another two months.

“And what about you fine gentlemen…what do you do for a crust?” I asked.

“Electronics” came the answer “We all work at Wentworth Electronics” said Peter, answering for all of them.

“Whow…sounds all very technical…do you like working there?” I asked.

“Shit yeah…great place…no problems” replied.

“Haven’t I seen you someplace before” Richard asked.

”Oh nice pick up line Richard, but I think it’s been used before…many times” I replied.

They all laughed and started to give him a hard time.

“No…no” he pleaded “I’ve seen you…I’m sure I’ve seen you some place, I just can’t think where”

I could see he was thinking intensely, trying to remember where.

“I used to be a model…perhaps you’ve seen me in some magazine?”

“Yeah, maybe that’s it” but he didn’t seem quite convinced.

The wine’s slid down real easy, as did their drinks. The conversation became a little more rowdy, and a little coarser. The alcohol was loosening up our tongues, and our inhibitions, the more we drank, the livelier we all became. Inevitably it got to the point when I felt Peter’s hand on my leg, gently squeezing it. I let it linger there, Peter now feeling a little bolder; slowly slid his hand upward, under my skirt, until he could feel the bare flesh of my thigh… I did not stop him. There was a soft growl in his throat, I picked up my wine, turned toward him, took a sip and peeked at him over the rim. A hint of a smile, and sheer pleasure, reflected on his face… we both knew where this was leading.

A finger found it’s way into my panties, searching for my pussy. My legs parted slightly, both pants and pussy were wet as it slid inside. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, my heart raced and pounded in my chest. “Oh god…. on my god” I softly sighed.

The others were chatting and joking, unaware of Peter and I.

I now ran my hand along his thigh, my hand covering his crotch. I felt the hard outline of his erection through the fabric of his trousers… gently squeezing it. I gave another sigh. “Oh…my…god”

“Let’s see if we can get a room for the night… we could have so much more fun there” he whispered.

I had to agree with him, I had no argument with that.

“Yes…yes, let’s do that” My eager reply.

“What about the others?” I asked

He smiled, and then said. “Well that’s up to you…what should we do?”

“Well it seems a little unfair, perhaps we should invite them as well” my reply.

He smiled, winked and said “Good choice”

Now having established, and secure in the knowledge he was now going to fuck me, he withdrew his hand from up my skirt.

“Hey guys, listen up” he said, addressing the others. “We’re going to get a room here for the night… are we all up for it?”

The statement had taken them by surprise. There was a moment of silence, as it started to sink in…as it dawned on them, smiles began to spread across their faces.

“Am I right in thinking, what I’m thinking?” asked Simon, then sweeping his hand, indicating the others. “You mean, all of us?”

Peter’s attention turned to me, a broad satisfied smile spread across his face “Yes…. all of us”

It was a unanimous decision; all were willing to stay the night.

“Denny, here’s my card, go to reception and get us a room” then adding “The best”

Moments later, Denny returned “Here we go, room 1235” he said, handing Peter the security key.

I’d succeeded in snaring myself five guys for the night, or had Peter snared me… well it really didn’t matter… we were all going to get what we wanted in the long run.

The little procession of five guys and one woman, armed with bottles of Champagne, trooped from the bar.

I could feel the eyes of the males, staring in my direction. I relished the admiring glances. I heard one say. “Oh god, look at that…lucky bastards” his friends reply, “Yeah wouldn’t mind fucking her myself”. I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, as we were soon out of earshot, and heading for the elevators

Peter was quick to stamp his authority over the group, by placing his arm around my waist. He was making it clear to the others, where he was in the pecking order…at the top, the others could fight it out for themselves, whatever else, he was going to be the first to fuck me.

The air was alive with anticipation, each with their own thoughts on what they were going to do to me, once inside the room. As we rode upward in the elevator, Peter was finding it hard, (pardon the pun) to keep his hands, and intentions to himself, pinning me against the wall, one hand firmly squeezing my butt, the other squeezing my breast, our lips locked together in a passionate kiss. I felt the outline of his hard erection, being pressed against my stomach. My other four companions watched on, not in silence, there were a few lewd comments.

“Oh fuck…. I’m getting all randy just watching the two of them”

“God I’d love to fuck her here and now” came another.

Well I was being well and truly warned…five really randy men and one…well I suppose randy comes to mind, it promised to be quite a night.

When Peter’s hand made its way up my skirt, and pulling the hem with it, it did reveal rather a large area of dark stocking, pink thigh and white panties. But when his hand went down the front of my panties in search of my cunt, well that did it. There was a joint shout of protest.

“Oh fuck, will you two stop it… there’s only so much a guy can take for god’s sake”

By then we were on the twelfth floor, it was time to alight. I pulled down and straightened my skirt.

“Ok…ok guys…we’re almost there” said Peter, holding his hands up in a gesture of capitulatulation.

The red light changed to green, as Peter swiped the security card, unlocking the door to our room. I was swept in by a tide of five randy, horny guys; the smiles on their faces said it all. “Yaaahooo” the cry, and hi-fives, placing the Champagne bottles on the table, all forgotten for the time being, there was more important things at hand, like fucking me, the Champagne could wait.

Before I could take my bearings and settle, Peter was dragging me toward the bed, I felt myself falling backward, as he threw me onto the bed, landing and bouncing on the soft mattress. He was on me just as quick, hot eager hands pushing up my skirt, gripping my panties and tearing them from me.

“No…no Peter…wait…wait, not so fast… not so fast, slow down” I shouted.

I would have had more chance of standing in front of a runaway train, nothing, but nothing was going to stop Peter now, nothing, or any of his four mates. If I’d changed my mind about it all, it was too late… just too bad, suffer the consequences.

He knelt between my legs, literally tearing my panties from me, and then spreading them wide apart. My cunt was there for all to view; there was a silence, followed by soft murmurs of approval, as they gazed lustfully at the wet slit between my legs

“Oh fuck…would ya look at that” said Denny, breaking the silence.

“God yes…I want some of that guys” said Simon

“Don’t we all” from Richard.

Peter’s finger, or finger’s thrust into the softness of my warm and very wet pussy. He spent a moment or two finger fucking me, the smile on his face, eventually breaking into a grin. My hips rose up and swayed in phase with the movement of the thrusting fingers. My heart and pulse raced excitedly, I was as excited and just as eager as the guys. Months of deprivation of cock had left me frustrated, that frustration coming to the boil, I wanted it, and wanted it bad.

“Oh boys…I can tell you we have one very, very, hot, horny and worked up slut here, there’s no doubting she wants to be fucked…isn’t that right honey?” the last bit addressed to me.

There was no need to respond to it; he knew exactly how I was feeling.

As he finger fucked with one hand, he was undoing his belt, and unzipping his fly with the other, shuffling, and pushing his trousers to his thighs. Now I had full view of the thing, and it looked as good as it had felt. It was hard and full, the purple, bulbous head, ready for action. Removing his thrusting fingers from my cunt, he stuck them into his mouth, closed his eyes, and let out a satisfied moan.

“Mmmmmmm, oh that tastes so good” he remarked, then turning to the others. “She’s ready for us boys…yes she’s definitely ready” like some master chef, about to serve up the main meal…which of course he was. Then he was upon me, roughly pushing my legs further apart, his hard cock, searched and found my entrance, one good hard thrust, and he was in, and immediately began to fuck. The wetness of my pussy made it easy for him to enter, no dry penetration here, it just slid in. He fucked hard and deep, making sure I felt every inch of him inside me. “Huh…huh…huh” “Yeah baby…yeah, ya like that do you? Hard, fast and deep” fuck…fuck…. fuck.

I was finding it hard to get my breath, the wait of his body, and ferocity of his strokes was forcing my breath away. I could only answer in gasps.

“Oh—god—yes” I replied. Fuck…fuck…fuck, his ass rising and falling.

All this had triggered the others. The traps were up, the dogs were released. The other four eager, horny guys were getting prepared for the action, as they hurriedly tore away their clothing.

I watched as Peter fucked away, I could see shirts, shoes, socks, trousers, undies, flying in all directions, like a shredder, shredding and discarding chaff. In their eagerness, Simon and Richard falling over themselves. Then the sight of a further four large, hard cocks, waiting in the wings, sent my heart racing out of control. Peter supported himself on his outstretched arms, his smiling face hovering above me, his ass continuing to hump up and down, cock thrusting. He knew he had me, had total control over me. I was no longer the predator…but the prey.

He tore at my blouse, the buttons pinging, one by one, as it flew apart, then his hands grabbed my bra, pulling and ripping it from my body revealing heaving firmed up breasts, and hard nipples. The sight of them, adding impetus to his lusts and desires, the urge to fondle and knead them beyond his control.

“Oh god…oh fuck” was all he could say, as he continued to fuck, fuck, fuck.

The vultures started to gather round me, four naked, very horny guys, surrounding and hovering over me, their hard stiff cocks, standing to attention, each hard cock wanting and waiting to dip into me.

Peter withdrew, and then turning to Mike, said “Here, take the reins for a moment”

“Ho…it’ll be a pleasure, I assure you” his reply, a smile of delight spread over his face. Pumping his hard shaft, and then carefully lining it up, I felt the head enter as he pushed forward, forcing it to slide inside with ease; his ass immediately began to sway back and forth. Fuck…fuck…fuck.

Peter now had time to discard his own clothes. It was now five naked, well-hung, horny guys, and one female…I did like the odds.

The only thing left to do, was to undress me…well the remnants of clothing I still had on. My skirt was quickly removed, as was my torn top, minus a few buttons, and a now quite useless bra, which along with my panties became souvenirs…yes I was to go home braless and knickerless. So the situation was, five naked, horny guys and one naked female, apart for dark stockings and shoes…they had decided these stay. I’m on my back, my legs spread wide, and Mike back fucking me. It was rather like musical chairs, each one took his turn at fucking, as one pulled out, the next took over for a while, and then all change. There was no reprieve, non-stop, continuous cock. Hands were grabbing, squeezing, and massaging my breasts, mouths suckling at my hard nipples. A hard cock ran over the surface of my lips, the owner, requesting I open my mouth, as I did so, the cock was thrust inside. It was a kaleidoscope of action. I’d come out with the intention of getting some action, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be like this…these guys were experts…no five second wonders here…it was a question of who was going to cum first…as it happened it was Denny. I couldn’t see him, but it must have been he who was fucking me at the time. I was too busy sucking on Richard’s dick…at least I think it was Richard.

The fucking had stopped, there was a gasp and a moan “Oh god…oh fuck” I felt cum being pumped inside me, and then.

“Sorry guys…I couldn’t go any longer” from Denny

There was laughter and remarks like. “Yeah can’t hack the pace eh?” from his friends. There was already another guy and another cock inside me, and the fucking continued.

The inevitable was bound to happen. Simon was next…”Oh god I’m cuming…I’m cuming” his cock exploding, and again the feeling of warm sperm, spreading and filling my cunt.

One by one they dropped away, surrendering to their lustful feelings. Leaving only one…and that one, just had to be Peter. He stood over me, like some gladiator, instead of a sword in his hand, he brandished his hard erection, a triumphant smile on his face. “To the victor, go the spoils” he said.

I playfully ran my fingers over my wet pussy. It looked well and truly plundered, which it was. The soft pink folds of flesh exposed for all to see…I slipped two fingers inside…it felt warm and wet. I pouted my lips and then made a come hither smile at Peter, and placed my two fingers into my mouth, the taste of male cum and my own body fluid apparent on the palate.

Taking, my pussy lips, I spread them open, displaying those soft pink folds of flesh.

“Well to the victor goes the spoils…do you want them, my conquering hero?”

“Oh you sexy bitch…. you really are a slut, aren’t you?” he said, smiling. “What would your husband say, if he knew you were here with five guys, fucking and pounding your ass… do you think he would approve?”

“Hmmm… I really don’t care whether he approves or not… but I think he would, not be amused” my reply.

He gave a wicked little laugh. “Turn on your belly…. let me see your ass” he commanded.

I flipped over, pushing my hind end up for him. He grabbed hold of my ankles, and dragged me to the bottom of the bed, having me bent over the edge of the bed, before dropping to his knees, placing himself directly behind me.

“So you want to play tease me eh?” He placed his leg beside my inside thigh, and pushed them outward, forcing my to legs further apart. Licking his fingers, he gently placed them inside my went cunt, playing with my clit…the more he played it, the more I squirmed and moaned.

“Do you like that honey…does it do things for you?” he asked. He knew perfectly well it did.

“Oh god yes…yes” I replied, my head thrashing from side to side, as he wound me up.

“Let’s try this then” his response. He gently stroked my thighs with his hard cock, first up my right thigh, the my left, knowing I could feel it, waiting, wanting him to put it in, all the time holding back. Yes he was teasing me with it.

I tried to maneuver my cunt, onto the hard shaft. When I felt the hard head just inside, and I thought I’d succeeded, he took it away, laughing.

Again and again, he teased and taunted me with it, slipping the head just inside, and when I thought I was about to receive it, he pulled away.

“Do you want it sweetheart, do you really want it?”

“Yes…yes…I want it” I replied.

“No…no… I don’t think you do”

“I do… I do… I really want it…please” I was begging him for it.

“What do you think lads… should I give it to her?” he said, addressing his four colleagues.

The answer was unanimous, thank god. They all replied “Yes…yes…give it to her. Let’s see it go in”

His action was swift and caught me by surprise. “Oh god” I shouted, as it slid with ease inside me, much to my relief.

Hot hands held my ass firmly in place, as his own ass, pounded away behind me. Each deep thrust, bringing me a joyous, euphoric feeling.

“Harder…harder” I kept urging him on. “Oh god fuck me…fuck me” I screamed at him. The pace was now really fast and furious. I could hear his loins and thighs slapping against my ass. Slap, slap, slap, slap, in quick succession.

“Oh…mmm…oh…ahh” from Peter, as he built up toward his crescendos finish, he was ready to cum, ready to burst. And burst it did, I felt a torrid of fluid, as he let his sperm go, burst after burst. “Urrrrrrg” he moaned, and his mates clapped and congratulated him.

“Well done Pete…you never fail to amaze us all…still the master eh?”

It was obvious, he was quite adept at this…and just as obvious he…and they, had done it before. Perhaps it was I who had fallen into their lair, and not the other way around.

I was still laying face down, butt in the air. My arms stretched upward, hands gripping the sheets, and my head buried in the pillow, “Oh god…oh my god” I moaned. Peter slapping me on the butt.

“Ready for round two honey?” he asked. I could feel their accumulation of cum, oozing from my pussy, and running down my thighs.

“Oh god, don’t tell me you’re all ready to go again…are you?” I asked. A short break would be welcome just about now…serves me right for being such a smart arse.

Peter looked around the room, at each of his friends.

“Well I can see two who are… the others won’t be far away”

“Oh shit” my reply

“How about a little break, clean up a little, take a pee, and drink some Champagne…and then part two?”

“Mmmm sounds good to me guys” I replied, flipping to a sitting position on the bed.

I felt five pair of approving eyes; follow my naked body, as I passed them by, making to the bathroom. I could hear their raucous laughter, and chatter, form behind the bathroom door.

“God she’s a horny bitch”

“Yeah obviously likes her cock”

“Glad I’m not her husband” from another.

I had a pee, took a sharp, short shower, toweled my self-dry, and reemerged ready for part two.

My mouth was dry, and the Champagne tasted good. Sucking cock does that to me. A couple or three getting me back in the mood. I was dragged back to the bed, struggling and protesting… it was all an act. I was playing the reluctant woman. Once again I was staring at and surrounded by five hard cocks… the guys were ready for more; I had to start all over again.

“Come on you hot bitch…open up those legs of yours…let’s fuck that juicy cunt” was the cry.

It was an intense time, being a fuck bunny for them; it had me soar and bruised. Denny rubbed the oily lotion on his cock, and then began to finger some up my ass. I knew the reason why…I’d have to be extremely dumb not to. He lay on his back, his cock sticking upward, and then taking hold of my ass, slowly eased me onto the shaft, pulling me backward, his hands cupping and squeezing my breasts. Mike grabbed hold of my ankles, pushing my legs apart, before placing his cock next to my slit, and pushing inward. Now I was the meat in the sandwich as I lay on top of Denny, with his cock up my ass, and Mike on top of me, with his cock in my pussy…It’s a strange feeling, getting fucked up two holes at once, each hole has its own sensation. Both my hands were busy as well. My right holding and working one hard shaft, whilst my left did the same with another hard shaft. This time when they came, they just cum all over my body, or face. By the end of the session, I was covered in it, and then told to rub it into my skin, like it was some body lotion.

As the night wore on, so did their intensity and desires, their needs were being met, and sleep was what we all needed. More champagne was a great sleeping draft. I guess I just flaked out, only to awake with a soar head, bruised body that had the distinct odor of male semen.

I was sandwiched between two guys. Peter behind, his arm around me, hand still cupping my breasts, the other guy facing me, his hand on my butt…both snoring peacefully thank god. I eased out from beneath them and surveyed the carnage. Bodies were scattered everywhere, couch, floor, chair. Only one pair of bleary eyes looked at me as I passed. Gave a half hearted. Morning how are you, then closed and slumped back again.

A much needed pee, then a hot shower, god the water felt great, as it washed away the smell from the nights activities. A blast of cold water to finish, and I was feeling quite revived.

I wrapped the generous bath towel around my naked body and was drying my hair when I emerged from the bathroom. Boy what a sight to behold. They were nearly all stirring…but posed no threat. Unshaven, naked guys, wandering around in a comatose state, falling over each other, trying to find clothes or at least a pair of underpants…rasping coughs. I had to smile at the sight. I was glad I’d grabbed the shower first; before they all came to…I probably looked like them before hand

I slowly rebuilt myself…as best I could, my bra was of no further use to me, and someone had confiscated my panties as a souvenir… I did the best with what I had.

“Hey you guys, make sure you scrub your dicks” I said “You don’t want wives or girlfriends to see those lipstick marks… do you” I added.

I’ve always believed that after a hard night (pardon the pun), a good breakfast, and a cup of coffee sets you up for the day, well it does me, and I was feeling ravenous.

Peter rang room service and ordered…I can imagine what the waiter said to his fellow staff members, when he caught up with them. His eyes were almost out of their sockets, and his jaw dropped open…I have to admit, he recovered himself pretty quick, but it was obvious what had gone on the night before. Empty Champagne bottles, and glasses were scattered all over, and I could imagine the smell of body odor, mixed with odor of male semen, would still permeate throughout the room. Add to that five unshaven, half dressed guys, and one female…well you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to put it all together… he just couldn’t hide the smile on his face. He accepted the generous tip from Peter, and bowed out gracefully.

Normally I don’t eat a large breakfast, but this morning, I had a rather good appetite.

My newfound friends were starting to come to life, and I had to be careful when, crossing and uncrossing my legs…not to forget I had no pants on.

“Well Shelley, we had a great night…how about you?” Pete asked.

“Mmm…mmm… great also” I mumbled, with a mouth full of toast. “Yeah I have to agree…it was a good night” I eventually replied, having eventually swallowed the toast.

“God what will your husband think, or say if he ever found out?” he asked.

“Probably kill me…and all of you guys as well” I replied, with a smile.

“Just what does your husband do for a living Shelley?”

“Oh actually he owns his own business” I replied, casually.

“You said he was in electronics…in that case he must be a competitor of ours then?”

“Who did you say you worked for?” I asked.

“Wentworth Electronics… you must have heard of us?”

“Oh, yes… well that’s the one…the one he owns…Wentworth Electronics”

I knew I’d just dropped a bombshell, by the silence that fell across the room.

“You’re shitting us…tell us you’re shitting us Shelley?”

“No, true as I’m sitting here…he owns the company”

Any great mood and good feelings the guys had, had was now gone, I was looking at five pale faces…worried faces.

“So—you’re—Shelley—Kristinsson” he managed to stammer out.

“Correct” I replied.

“Oh god…oh my god…we’re all dead… all fucked, when Brad finds out we’ve been…we’ve been…” he couldn’t finish the sentence.

“All been fucking his wife…is that what you’re trying to say Pete?”

“Yes…yes…oh my god” holding his head in his hands.

“You going to own up to it Pete…you going to tell him…is that what you’re saying?” I asked

“God no…do you think I…we are idiots?”

“Well how is he going to find out? I’m not saying anything about it”

My answer did little to reassure them.

“Now I know where I’ve seen you before, the picture on Brads desk…yes that’s it…I knew I’d seen you before” said Richard.

“Oh, great, now you remember…why couldn’t you remember last night?”

“You guys really disappoint me… I thought we all had a great time… and no Brad is not going to find out…and this is payback time for Brad… you know where he is right now?” I asked. No reply, but somehow I knew, that they knew.

“With that little redhead secretary of his…up at the lake, screwing her ass off… not some conference, or signing up a big deal…she’s not the first and I doubt she will be the last… sooo…what is good for the goose…etc…etc”

The mood suddenly shifted upward a notch or so. Pete began to smile, then a chuckle.

“What’s so funny Pete?” Simon asked.

“Oh I’m just thinking, next time he’s giving us a lecture, or pep talk…I’ll be thinking…yeah fella…I’ve fucked your wife”

Now the good mood was back.

“See…things aren’t as bad as you thought, are they?” I said to them, adding “If you want another great night out guys, give me a call, Brad is bound to find another excuse to take his redhead away…and you know the saying?”

They all responded, “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander”

“You’ve got it guys…now I really must go”

The atmosphere had completely changed, where there had been doom and gloom moments before, now there was an air of optimism, smiling, laughing faces and another night of fun, to look forward to. As I left the room and walked to the elevator, I could imagine the whoops, joyful hollows, and hi fives that would follow.

As I walked across the hotel foyer, heading for the door. I tried to make a dignified exit…well as best I could, without knickers, bra and a top with most of the buttons missing. I could imagine the knowing smiles and sniggers from the staff, as I passed them by.

*** **** **** ****

“Yeah, I’m sorry sweetheart…it’s not what we planned, I know I had promised we were going to spend some time together, but this is real important, I just have to be at the meeting next week, but once I’m back, I promise we will spend time together” Brad was making the usual excuse, the one he’d made a dozen times before.

“Like all the other promises Brad, I haven’t seen you keep one yet…how long this time?”

“Oh I dunno…maybe four days…five tops”

“Hum…well if you have to go…then you have to go” I sourly replied. I knew he wasn’t going to any meeting…well not the kind of meeting for work. Ruth the redhead would be keeping him busy.

Mid morning, next day, the phone rings.

“Hello…Shelley?” the voice inquires.

“This is she” I reply, already knowing who it is.

“It’s Pete, you know Pete”

“Yeah I guessed it was…how are you Pete” I enquired.

“Great…great…I’ve just heard…. Brad is going to a meeting… well supposed to be… but strangely enough Ruth is going to be away the same time…do you want to come out and play?”

“What about the rest of the guys…do they want to play?” I asked

“Do bears shit in the woods?” his reply

“Brad fly’s out at two in the afternoon tomorrow, I’ll meet you at the hotel at seven”

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