Revelations, Sisterhood, and Unity

On Sunday morning, after a night of restless sleep following the wanton display of debauchery in the private room of the strip club, Kelly’s guilty heart decided to visit John at his office.

He was still on emergency duty at work for pirate negotiations, meaning he had to be at the office 24/7. Kelly decided to bring a change of clothes and packed a hearty lunch made with love – her loving husband deserved every good thing in the world.

Shaun dropped the housewife at the entrance, telling her to go ahead while he took care of a few errands in the area. He assured her that he’d join them soon.

John was sitting at his desk by himself - eyes heavy, bags underneath - still in his clothes from last night, going through some documents. His tired eyes lit up seeing his lovely wife standing at the door.

He literally jumped from his seat to hug her, with the housewife returning the hug eagerly. She needed this. She needed to feel loved in his arms again.

“Oh my, did you miss me?” Kelly’s lips reached for his cheeks while her hand slipped down his tummy, towards his crotch, only to stop abruptly at his crotch, feeling the crusty stain on his pants from last night.

“John???” Kelly asked, equal parts horrified and guilty, knowing exactly how the stain got there, but unable to stop herself from feeling inadequate.

How do you explain the sense of despair when your husband cheats on you with yourself? The absurdity of the situation they were in was starting to make her head hurt.

“Kelly, I can explain…”

Taking a seat, John recalled last night’s events from his perspective, apologizing profusely for masturbating without her. When he mentioned the influence of Annie, Kelly’s ears perked up in jealousy, despite knowing how devoted her husband was to her.

“Wait, you jerked off with this Annie in the same room? What the fuck, John?”

“Babe, listen to me. It wasn’t like that. Yes, we were in the same room, but…”

John swallowed hard.

“I came without touching my cock.”

Kelly looked at him bewildered, trying to make sense of what she heard.

“You came without touching your cock, like at all?”

“I kept picturing you when I was watching her”, John admitted, his head hanging low in shame. "Thinking of you dressed like that, acting like that, it was too much for me baby. I practically cheated on you. I’m so sorry."

“No, no baby. Don’t be like that. It’s OK, it’s OK.” Kelly was kissing her husband on the lips, assuring him she wasn’t mad, a strange mix of emotions swirling in her mind – love, relief…. And maybe, pride?

Did John really find her that sexy that he came just like that? Was she… Actually that hot to him? He wasn’t mad then? She was still enough for him?

The warm thoughts made her giddy with happiness as she sunk further into his embrace, hungrily returning his kisses, her hand reaching into his pants, ignoring the cum stain.

“Mmm… What did you like most about the girl last night, babe?”

She was only teasing his cock, letting her fingers lazily play along the shaft, keeping him on the edge of an erection but not letting him get hard fully.

“I was thinking how hot it would be if you were in the same position as the girl. As a fantasy, of course. Not for real.” John closed his eyes, letting the pleasure take over, his sleep-deprived brain enjoying the sensations from her feathery touches.

“But you still didn’t let me know, you naughty boy. You played by yourself, with this fucking Annie for company instead of me. Do you think that’s OK, baby?”

“No, no baby. I’m sorry. I…”

“So, basically, you cheated on me?” Sporting a wicked smile, Kelly’s hand gripped his big, swollen cock, her soft palm rubbing it from the tip to bottom inside the confines of his pants. John had a full erection.

“Nnn… Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Good, you should be, naughty boy.” She kissed him passionately while letting his cock go, producing a whine of protest from her husband.

“Hey, that’s not fair. I…”

“It’s only fair if I get to know when you’re horny and that you’re thinking of me.” She was talking in between long sessions of French kissing him, their tongues dancing in unison while his raging hard-on started to hurt inside his pants.

“This is your punishment for cheating on me”. She guided his hand to her boobs, still a little sore from last night’s rough treatment. She led his index and middle fingers around one of her hard nipples over the clothes, making him pinch it, she herself letting out a moan.

“Don’t you dare cum baby”, she whispered, kissing him, and making him grope herself while his erection felt like it will come ripping out of his pants at any moment.

“Would you be a good boy today and not cum for me, baby?” Kelly cooed. She didn’t know what came over her, but seeing her husband squirm in lust while she had complete control over him made her fall in love with him once again.

She had the power to give him mind-shattering orgasms, and she had the power to take them away. She felt like a goddess.

“If you manage to hold out till lunch, I’ll give your big cock the best damn orgasm of the whole week. Pinky promise.” She kissed her husband lovingly again, completely ignoring his cock.

John groaned, lost in lust. He hadn’t seen this side of his previously shy, demure wife, and for some reason, it was turning him on like never before.

“How did I get so lucky?” he thought to himself with a proud smile.

… … …

The loving couple, still making out, were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Annie Leonhart was standing there, with an innocent, apologetic smile, clearly sorry to interrupt this private moment.

“I’m sorry to disturb you two lovebirds, but the boss wants to see you right now. Apparently, there has been some development?”

John rushed to get up, mouthing an apology to his pretty, loving wife, who was practically glowing at this point, stealing one last look at the love pouring out of her every pore before heading out.

“I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Annie, I work with your husband.”

After exchanging pleasantries, out of sheer boredom, the two girls got to chatting – Kelly noticing the blonde was stealing stealthy glances at her from time to time. “Is she judging me, or checking me out?’

Annie’s eyes were burrowing through her, as if she was looking for something, a faint hint of recognition in her eyes, making Kelly antsy for no conceivable reason. She tried to compose herself, grabbing her wedding ring, nervously rotating it around her finger.

“Oh, nice ring. Can I see?”

Kelly pushed her ring finger in front of Annie, letting her get a better look. She felt the latter’s gaze harden, examining it closely, never losing eye contact with it.

Confused, the brunette looked at her own hand, only to be horrified by the sight of little flakes of dried, sheer white cum on her ring. Apparently, she didn’t do a good enough job last night to scrub off the stains of Marcus’ cum on her.

Hurriedly, she let her hand fall to her lap, hiding it with her other hand, trying to keep her modesty. It didn’t mean anything, right? It could just be John’s cum, right?

Annie didn’t let her emotions show – it was difficult to tell if she even saw anything. Keeping up her innocent smile, she spoke.

“So, John tells me you guys have been married for fifteen years, right? Are you guys still in love with each other?”

“Of course”, the housewife replied, her voice shaking with trepidation. “He’s my world and I am his”.

“It’s you!” hissed Annie through her teeth.

“It’s you from the stream last night. I remember your last words. You’re the girl in red!”

Kelly looked at her, horrified, her soul pleading for mercy. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. No no no. The smart blonde had somehow figured her out in ten minutes when her husband had been oblivious to her infidelity for the past month and a half.

“What do you mean?” she managed to let out a meek inquiry.

“Don’t play dumb with me. Does John know?” Annie’s voice was stern with scorn. She had known him for only a few weeks, interacted for even less time than that, but she held him in respect, almost like a big brother. He deserved better than a cheating skank in his life.

“No, yes… I mean, it’s complicated”, Kelly resigned herself to fate. This was her worst nightmare. Annie knew, soon her husband would know too. Her life was over. She felt like sobbing right there.

“Tell me. I have all the time in the fucking world.”

There, in John’s executive office, sitting side by side, Kelly recalled the events of the past couple of months, baring her soul to Annie, through bouts of sobbing.

She told her how they started pretending to be a couple for the bullies at school, how eventually it ended up being a very real, illicit affair with her ‘pretend’ boyfriend.

“Does John know anything about it?”

“It’s… Hard to explain. He doesn’t know we’re fucking around, but he gets off on the idea of us fucking around. God, this is so messed up…”

With tears in her eyes, Kelly looked at her. “Please don’t say anything to John. It’ll break his heart.”

Annie, her expressions stoic as ever, spoke the next words like they were gospel. “If you don’t want him to know you’re a cheating slut, you need to pay a price”.

Kelly winced at the thought. ****? Was she asking for money?

“Will you be… My friend?”

“WHAT?”

Annie was blushing profusely. She was fully aware what she was saying was extremely childish, but she really wanted to be Kelly’s friend. She was in love with her – seeing how much of a free soul she was – willing to explore her horizons.

She reminded Annie of her college girlfriend - a fearless spirit, the shining light in her life – taken too soon from the world. May her soul rest in peace.

She didn’t think she could meet another woman like that in her life, until she saw Kelly. She needed to know her, to be close to her – if it took **** to do that, so be it.

She won’t **** anything between the two of them, but if fate had something planned for them down the line, who was she to deny that?

“You heard me right. Besides, if what you said about John is true, then don’t you guys need a confidante? Someone to cover for you?”

Kelly looked at her, wide-eyed, relieved, yet perplexed. “Yes, I mean…”

“Now, you lying whore, why don’t you prove to me that John does get off to you guys?”

… … …

As John was returning from his call, he was stopped by Annie near the washrooms, telling him to shush with a finger on her lips.

“I think there are people fooling around in the handicap toilet”, she whispered, eyes fixed on John intently.

“We should report it to HR”, John whispered back, not wanting to make a scene.

“I know, but like, what if they are our friends from the office? Shouldn’t we at least check?”

John looked into the deserted bathroom, **** to get himself involved in something racy at work. But with Annie’s insistence, and God knows she could be insistent, he took a couple of steps inside, clearing his throat loudly.

“Umm… Excuse me…”

The thump – thump – thump sound inside stopped for a moment – a mix of flesh hitting flesh and the toilet seat creaking – John reckoned, replaced by urgent whispers and the loud sting of a slap.

“Ugh, John?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

That was Kelly’s voice, coming from inside the stall.

“Jesus Christ, Kelly. What is going on?” John whispered as quietly as he could, remembering Annie standing just outside the main bathroom door.

“I… We… Ugh… Sharon called. We are having some pretend sex here, baby. You don’t mind, do you?” The sounds resumed inside the stall in earnest, even rising in intensity, with Kelly’s throaty, quiet moans reverberating around the empty bathroom.

“Fuck. Kelly. I get that. But at my work? Jesus…”

“Who is it, John?” Annie asked from outside, fully knowing the answer to her own question – after all, it was her who set the whole thing up.

On a lazy Sunday noon, the executive floor was mostly deserted, letting her set up the stage, to test if John really was on board with the ‘pretend’ illicit tryst of Kelly and Shaun.

The deal was crystal clear - if Annie saw one morsel of regret on the husband’s face, or felt he was being treated with indignity, she’d call the whole thing off. John was like a big brother to her – she won’t let them disrespect him, be it his own wife or not.

John tried to come up with an answer, his mind drawing a complete blank. The rhythmic sounds of thumping coming from the stall diverting all the blood from his head to his cock.

Sporting a semi-hard erection, he closed his eyes, looking to produce even a barely plausible excuse to his nagging coworker.

“It’s just some guy from the other floor with a skank getting his rocks off”. Calling his own wife a skank made his ears burn with shame.

“Why don’t you… uhh… Go on ahead? I’m gonna tell them off. I don’t think it’ll be appropriate for a female employee to see something so disgusting if they come out, don’t you think?”

Annie let out the breath she had been holding in. Fuck. It was true. John did get off imagining his own wife in sexual scenarios with other guys. Why the fuck did she have to end up with a pervert for a brotherly figure in the office?

“Ok, you deal with the filthy degenerates, then. I’ll be off.” Annie made a show of leaving as loudly as possible, clicking her heels. Then she tiptoed silently, eyes peeled, peeking through the crack of the door, watching intently.

“Kelly, fuck, Annie almost caught you guys…”

The door to the stall opened ever so slightly, with one of the housewife’s legs sticking out – just the toes. Through the small crack, it looked to John as if Shaun had picked her up on his lap, humping into her while standing, 'mimicking' fucking her, but it was hard to see through the small gap.

But through the same gap, Kelly’s bare toes came slithering out, searching for John’s crotch, before finally finding it - rubbing her big toe over his semi-hard erection.

“Have you been a good boy today, baby?” she whispered, breathless, gritting her teeth just to get those precious few words out. With each ‘simulated’ stroke, her toes rubbed into John, his erection painfully hard now.

“Have you been hard for me all day, baby?”

The husband could only let out a whimper, his mind going into overdrive just from the meager touch. His cock had been deprived for more than a month. Even the smallest of sensations made it twitch in anticipation.

“Do you want to cum for me, hun?” Kelly moaned, her toes rubbing into his crotch with urgency now, as Shaun inside the stall increased his own pace of ‘pretend’ fucking.

John could clearly hear his wife’s tits slapping against her body – it wasn’t hard to picture her tits swaying around in every direction, her ass jiggling, as Shaun ‘fake’ ploughed into her.

“Y… Yes. Can I cum baby?” John’s voice was barely a whisper, his cock aching for release, while Kelly’s toes worked their magic on his crotch over his pants.

“Say please, baby”. Kelly was straining to get the words out, her voice raspy, movement of her toes quicker.

“P… Please let me cum, baby”.

Kelly started rubbing her toes over the pants on his cock in earnest, grabbing it between her big toe and the next one, simulating a handjob, her foot swaying - helped by the constant drilling from Shaun inside the stall.

John felt light-headed. The small, almost nonchalant touch from Kelly’s toes was driving him insane. He was seeing stars, his hand gripping the walls of the stall for support, as he edged closer and closer to a climax.

Inside the stall, Kelly was whimpering like a wounded animal, her speech completely gone, only communicating through a series of grunts and incoherent babbles. Shaun’s brows were dripping with sweat, dropping onto Kelly’s shoulders – he was singularly focused on one objective – to fucking rail the cheating slut.

Kelly was the first to break among the three, moaning in ecstasy in the empty office bathroom, her head thrown back in delight, back arched, mouth agape. The intense orgasm almost causing her to black out.

With her foot rubbing into John the whole time, the incredibly turned on husband was the next to go, shooting his cum forcefully into his pants – several streams from his twitching cock - for the second time in twenty-four hours.

The **** of the cum made his legs feel like jelly, as he groaned with a sharp pain in his left-side tummy. The orgasm literally made his toes curl with its intensity.

With a loud grunt, Shaun finished inside Kelly’s cheating cunt, jet after jet of hot semen shooting into her as she writhed in ecstasy. The married whore was already nearing another orgasm, hastened by the fact that Shaun spit in her face right after cumming inside her.

“Fucking trash wife”, he said lovingly, thrusting into her already full pussy with short, powerful strokes using his semi-hard cock, simulating her g-spot, before feeling his pussy contract around his cock.

The gorgeous whore was cumming again.

Through the crack of the door, rubbing her own clit, Annie watched in disbelief as John’s entire body shriveled in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Holy shit.

What a beautiful mess of a marriage.

And what a beautiful wife.