Robert and Sarah

Gary watched as the threesome staggered to the hallway.

"Stop." Gary commanded and all three froze. He grabbed a room key and handed it to Little Bobby. "Go and take a shower. You stink." Little Bobby unwrapped his arms from around the 60-year-old man and 58-year-old woman. He stepped to the room to clean up.

Gary looked at the elderly married couple. The man was wearing his wife's bra and panties with a leather jacket over his shoulders. His glasses, with a crack, dangled on his head. His wife, also wearing glasses with a slim chain attached, wobbled. She was still wearing her blouse and skirt but it was obviously her tits were hanging loose and her snatch was in the breeze. Her legs looked a little bowed and she looked well-fucked.

"Tell me your names and what happened after you left," Gary did.

Robert went first and lisped and giggled like a girl as he detailed sucking and getting fucked.

Sarah then spoke up. She described being fucked hard by a massive black cock in her cunt and ass. Her language was much more graphic than Robert who seemed embarrassed by the why his wife spoke now.

Gary smiled. He loved what he was about to do. It was cruel but he enjoyed that result.

"My previously words are erased. You weren't turned on. You didn't want to find a man to seduce. You never had a threesome on your anniversary. All those thoughts are erased. You have the same memories of your previous anniversaries as you did when you first walked in. You will also recall the events of this anniversary minus what I said when you saw me fucking that woman." It was a lot. But their mind were softened enough to follow along.

Robert suddenly stood straighter. His wrists were limp anymore. His lisp was gone.

Sarah shivered and tried to straighten up but her legs were still wobbly from Moose's 10-inch prick.

They both looked at each other. Robert no longer considered her a slut who cheated on him. Sarah no longer viewed Robert as a cock-sucking faggot even though he was wearing her bra and panties.

"W-what happened?" Sarah asked Robert searching for an answer.

"I don't know. I think we had too much to drink."

"But we've never done anything like that before when we got tipsy. Not even with each other."

Now they realized they were a bit tipsy from what was **** down their throats. They looked embarrassed at Gary.

"Pretend I'm not here," Gary said.

"On my dear," Robert said. "I'm humiliated. Those men. Behaving like a homosexual. Seeing you have intercourse with that black man." Robert sounded a little angry.

Sarah leaned closely into Robert for comfort. He wrapped his arms around her but was a little put off. He hugged her, but he wondered how she truly felt.

"Oh, Robert. Robert, I'm so ashamed." Sarah began to cry.

"There, there, my dear. It's just a like a horrible nightmare."

"It's so good to be in your arms, Robert."

"You're the love of my life no matter what happened."

"Tell each other how you really feel," Gary pushed.

Robert held Sarah but growled. "You really liked having sex by the negro, didn't you?"

"His cock was so thick. You never made love like that to me. So thrilling, but you're a tender and caring lover. I love you. You're my husband," Sarah reassured him.

"Is that the only reason you feel ashamed?"

"I didn't say I felt ashamed exactly."

"Yes, you did. You haven't even apologized for behaving a like a wanton harlot in front of me."

"Apologize?"

"Yes, I don't know if I can ever trust you again," Robert hissed.

"Robert, darling, we're married. I would never."

"But you did and you admitted you found it thrilling," Robert shot back not letting her finish.

Stunned and angry, Sarah snapped, "Well, you certainly looked delighted with those penises in your mouth and rectum."

Robert blushed, "I don't know what to say. I was drunk, probably **** by those hoodlums."

Sarah feeling hurt by Robert's comment, "Well, I did enjoy intercourse with that black man. I never had an orgasm like that with you. In fact, I had several orgasms with him. I never knew a penis could be so large. So thrilling."

Robert responded in kind. "Those men's penises were more thrilling, more satisfying than your old vagina. It was more fun than I ever had with a trollop like you."

"Trollop?" Sarah gasped.

"What else would you call a married woman, a mother of two, who had intercourse with a strange man, a man she just met," Robert hurled at her.

"I also licked another woman's vagina and her breasts. And I like it," Sarah shouted.

"I liked putting those penises in my mouth and in my rear. And I like to do it again," Robert yelled. "I'd never waste time making love to you. again."

"If we ever made love again I would be thinking of that black man's large penis during it," she cried.

By now the two previously happily married couple stood a foot apart facing each other. Both red in the face with fists.

They were still trying to reconcile their experience in the bar with their feelings toward one another.

Sarah vividly recalled how much she adored the feel of Moose's cock in her vagina and rectum. She had to admit to a certain thrill at learning how to lick another woman's vagina and breasts. She was actually considering breast augmentation. Her mind flashed to a young staff member at the library and she was quickly ashamed for it.

Robert could feel his penis becoming erect in his wife's underwear. He was struggling not to admit how he yearn to kiss and lick another man's penis. His rectum ached from his sexual intercourse with those men, but he knew once the discomfort subsided he would seek another rendezvous with a man, possibly some man at the office. He fought hard to repress the sexual fantasy forming in his mind.