Let's get you home

The next thing he knew he felt wetness on his face and the rough sensation of a flannel. It made him jump and he opened his eyes. Chloe was wiping his face.

“Oop, sorry baby. I accidentally spilt something on you. You passed out drunk. Let’s get you home,” she said softly as she cleaned him.

“You must be under the weather buddy to pass out from so little. Maybe get some rest.” Garry hoisted him out of the chair and proceeded to help him stagger to the car and manhandle him into the passenger's seat.

It was a little while before Chloe got in too. He groggily looked around and saw their torso’s standing too close together. They were probably making out. He hadn’t cum and his cock grew stiff again but he ignored it. A moment later Chloe got into the driver’s seat and set off.

They drove in silence for a little while before Sean said, “So, it was Garry you were having an affair with then.”

Chloe glanced over at him. “You finally noticed. How long have you known?”

“Since my second to last business trip.”

“That’s quite a while. What gave it away?”

“The security camera showed daylight at night time and then when I called you, you were getting fucked.”

“Those security cameras. Honestly, you don’t understand how much I had to learn to fake that but Garry really wanted to fuck me in your bed. To be fair, I wanted him too as well,” she said with a smile.

“Fucking, Garry.”

“Fucking, Garry,” she confirmed. “When I met him I knew you hated him so he became my target. It wasn’t hard. We swapped numbers that first night. From then on we started texting. It wasn’t long before we first did it.”

“Did you think that he was the one that would do it for me the most?”

“Yeah, was I wrong?”

“No, not wrong but… I can’t think straight.”

“Did you know we were going to **** you tonight?” she asked.

“Yes, I tried to avoid it, failed.”

“He put it in your dinner. Were you conscious?”

“For most of it.”

“How was it?”

“Rough, I…” He was struggling to talk.

Chloe put her hand on his leg. “Don’t talk. We can have a big chat tomorrow. We have a lot to talk about.” As if he needed her permission, he passed out. She woke him at home and helped him to bed. He awoke well into the next day feeling awful.