We sit in the car awhile

"I really like this song," I heard Kayla say as Mat pulled into a parking space.

"Yeah? We can sit and listen to it a little bit. Did you see my belt buckle?"

Kayla leaned over to see what Mat was referring to. "Oh, cool." Kayla reached over to feel the belt buckle and Mat turned up the volume of the music a little. Glenn pressed the thong roughly into my ass with a finger, snatching my attention away from the front seat. When I looked at him, he withdrew his hand from between my legs. Both his hands wrapped themselves around my face then snaked their way to the back of my head, pulling me down toward Glenn's cock.

I was surprised to find that even without the aid of ****, my lips wrapped easily around Glenn's cock, my tongue skillfully, without any practice, coated him in saliva, and, after only a short time, he slid easily into my throat until my lower lip pressed against his scrotum.

I didn't know what Kayla was doing at this point, if I might have rationalized that she was too preoccupied with Feely's moans or whatever to have seen Glenn's likely contorted face, or if my mind just went into a trance-like state and I couldn't be bothered to think about anything except bobbing up and down on Glenn's cock. I took it from tip to tonsels, repeatedly, all to the soundtrack of Feely's ooh fuck yeah uhhh.

Glenn held my head in place for a while and just fucked my throat like I might fuck Kayla's pussy if I wanted to come fast. He jackhammered into my throat and somehow I took it. I didn't **** or sputter; it was the most natural thing.

I heard Feely moan into Chris' ear, "yes, deep in my ass. I'm going to cum."

Feely drowned out any other noises with her high-pitched squeal as she orgasmed around Chris' cock. Glenn grabbed my ears and pulled me off his cock with a 'pop' as it left the suction grip of my lips. I looked up at his lustful grimace only for a moment as he entangled his fingers in my hear and pushed my head down, my tongue trailing its way between his balls and over his perineum, all the way to his asshole. It snaked its way up his ass without beckon. He lifted his leg over my back to give me better access and began pumping his cock furiously.

As Feely's crescendo fell to murmurs, I thought I heard a muffled "Mm" from Kayla up front, but soon that was drowned out by a low, guttural growl from Chris as I imagined he came deep inside Feely's ass. Or maybe her mouth, as I detected faint slurping sounds in the background.

It felt as though a fly had landed in my hair, then another, but soon I felt the dampness of Glenn's seed seeping in to my scalp, warm but cooling rapidly. He sighed loudly, but I thought I heard another, fainter sigh from the front. Feely and Chris sounded terribly out-of-breath, and nearby.

Glenn let go of my head, and I looked up to find that Feely and Chris had been spectators for Glenn's and my finale. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment, though I would guess they were more focused on the driblet of spunk nearing my eyebrow.

I leaned back and laughed a nervous laugh. All three of them smiled in return as I looked ashamedly like a bad dog from one face to the other seeking approval. I looked to the front, and, other than that she was leaning uncomfortably close to Mat, I saw nothing rude or even particularly suspicious about Kayla's demeanor in the front. Neither of them seemed concerned with what was going on in the back of the vehicle.

Chris cleared his throat to break the tension, "Ah, hem, so..." he trailed off, and we all burst out laughing. I don't know exactly what each of us found so funny. The fog of hangover was beginning to wear a little and the reality of things was beginning to take shape in my mind for the first time. Whatever may have been funny to the recently orgasmed, or to Kayla and Mat, was the least of my problems. I laughed right along out of sheer madness, panic, ignorance of however else to react. Eventually the laughter died down. Internally I was beginning to feel as though I may burst into tears at any moment. Externally, I was, I think, cool. Still playing the hangover card as best I could.

Again, Chris did what was necessary and said, "My car's over there. It was fun, y'all. Feely, call me later," as he opened the door and slid his way out. Feely did the same, and the rest of us followed suit, scurrying to our respective cars, trying to keep our robes from flying open. Mine did fly open, and hopefully nobody but Kayla who looked over as she ran to her car saw the panties malformed to my miraculously still-stiff soldier. I beat her home.

In fact, she didn't show up for another two hours, giving my mind two more hours to reel in horror at the events that had seemed so far away as they were happening. I had sucked a cock, swallowed a load, there was a wet spot on top of my head for fuck's sake. I had licked a man's asshole. Deeply. All in the name of some role, some act Kayla and I put on so that she could maintain some fabricated identity at her new job.

What the hell had I been thinking agreeing to any of this? And I had gone through with it; I hadn't even tried to change the course of events happening, but had instead stood in the train tracks watching the train. When the train hit, it just kept on hitting, and I hadn't felt a thing, or at least a strange and paralyzing mixture of good and bad. I sat on the love seat, in the robe and panties, thinking about everything but with no way to explain any of it, for the whole two hours until Kayla returned home.

Even now that I could think again, my mind bounced from wall to wall. I was in this state of mind-fucking anxiety, and all the while Kayla was probably being fucked by Mat, right? That's what any sane person would be thinking at this moment, isn't it? There had been so many signs, so many opportunities for outrage, opportunities to choose my wife over my house. Is that really the choice it came down to?

I guess, even in retrospect I can't think about it clearly.

During that time, my mind bounced mostly between the memories of my degrading sexual acts with Glenn, which caused feelings of guilt and shame to well up inside me, and imagined sexual scenarios and acts Kayla was in all likelihood engaged in. I imagined Mat doing things to Kayla I thought only I had the privilege of doing. I imagined him eating her sweet pussy, feeling her tongue along the length of his cock, fucking, Kayla riding him with gusto, him pounding her missionary, from behind, up against the wall...

I even imagined them doing things Kayla and I didn't even do together, like the rimjob I had given Glenn, or hard anal sex, or her swallowing his cum, or cream pies. Even though Kayla is on the pill, she does not like getting cummed inside of and asks me to pull out every time. Unsurprisingly, my body reacted to these thoughts in the same way any heterosexual man's body would react to thoughts about hot sex between a man and a woman, and my cock hardened again in the tiny panties. Even if that woman was my wife, and that man wasn't me.