Making Amends-- Part II
by Headhunter


Jim was almost ready to reach out and touch Sally when she danced 
away and repeated her performance on the other three men. After each 
man had gotten an eyeful of the naked wife, Sally stopped and took 
another glass of wine.

"Is this just the way it was for my Bill?" Sally asked. The wine, 
jealously and feeling of betrayal still working on Sally's usual shy 
demeanor.

Jim responded, "well not exactly, Sally... "

Sally cut him off, "I told you guys I wanted to know exactly or I 
would tell your wives. How was it exactly?" Sally stared hard at the 
four men then drank some more wine.

In the bedroom Jim was finally resigned to the game his boss and his 
wife were playing. He was mad, but now he really understood the hurt 
that Sally had felt. Being with his co-workers when that hired 
strippers and got blow jobs wasn't something that a happily married 
man would do. It was something he would never do again. His wife was 
the most beautiful woman he knew. He swore to himself never even to 
look at another woman. He was sure that the game was almost over and 
in a few moments Sally would be here to let him go. She had gone a 
little too far with the men, but no real harm was done. Then Bill 
heard Jim's next comments to Sally.

"Well Sally, you have got your part right, but us guys and Bill 
weren't exactly like this."

"What do you mean, Jim. I told you I wanted it just like that night," 
demanded Sally.

Jim winked at the other three men. "Well Sally, you tell me, what is 
the first thing Bill does when he get home after work?"

"Well, Um... " Sally looked confused, then her face brightened, "he 
gets comfortable and has a drink to unwind from the day."

"That's right Sally, and Bill is the one who at the convention had us 
have a drink and get comfortable in the suite we were in. You're so 
smart, I'll bet you want us to get comfortable just like Bill had us 
do on that night," pushed Jim.

"I guess," said Sally, "I want to know exactly what it was like when 
Bill did that terrible thing."

"OK boys, lets get another drink and get comfortable, like that 
night, then Sally can see how that stripper gave Bill a lap dance."

The other three men followed Jim's lead. They freshened their drinks 
then watched has Jim began to take off his shirt.

"Bill told us he likes to sit around in his underwear and have a 
drink after work, so that's what we did," said Jim smugly.

The four men quickly removed all of their clothes except their 
undershorts and sat back down sipping their drinks and drinking in 
the sight of the naked wife. They were more comfortable as each 
sported a huge bulge in the front of their shorts. "Ok Sally now the 
stripper was dancing. Bill wanted a lab dance let me tell you how 
that is done."

"OK, I guess, show me what the stripper did with my husband," Sally 
sipped more wine and stepped over to Jim.

"First she sat in his lap, threw her arms around Bill's neck and gave 
him a big hug." Sally did it and Jim was rewarded with Sally's soft 
breasts being pushed against his bare chest. He could feel her 
hard,hot nipples boring into him as she squeezed him tight. Her sweet 
smelling hair covered his face and he could feel his erect but still 
confined cock pushing into her soft buttocks.

"Now do the same for the other guys, that what the stripper did."

Sally bounced from lap to lap giving each man a hug and the pleasure 
of having her naked body pressed against them. Jim admired her body 
as she bounced around the room, all modesty gone, putting on a great 
display.

"Ok Sally that good. Next the stripper sat against Bill like a spoon 
and took his hands and rubbed them up and down her body. Come her let 
me show you."

Sally sat back on Jim's lap. He grasped her hips and spun her so she 
was facing away from him. Her legs straddling Jim's lap. Then he 
pulled her back against her, placed his hands inside of hers and 
began running his hands up and down the naked wife.

By now Bill was sobbing outloud as he watched his boss's hands run 
from his wife's thighs up across her soft rounded belly onto her 
tits. His hands lingered their for a few seconds caressing and 
stroking the round globes of flesh, before running back down her 
sweet soft body and beginning the process again.

"God damn, look at that," whispered Frank, as on one trip up Sally's 
body Jim's fingers ran through Sally's pubic hair.

After a few minutes Jim pushed Sally up and said, "Jim wanted her to 
give all the guys lap dances."

The process was repeated with each of the men. Sally was aroused now. 
Jim could see spots of fluid that dripped from Sally onto each man's 
shorts.

While Sally was busy "lap dancing" with the others Jim stood and 
removed his underpants.

Seeing their boss the other men followed Jim's lead.

"Sally now we are really comfortable, just like Bill was," snickered 
Jim.

Sally looked at the four hard cocks. She had never seen any penises 
except her husbands and her little boys. She was surprised at the 
assortment of sizes and shapes the she saw.

Jim reminded Sally, who was by now drunk, that more had gone on at 
the convention between the stripper and her husband.

"Whatchch are you talkin' about Jim?" Sally slurred as she looked at 
the four naked men who stood around her. As she spun around to look 
at the men her tits swung and bounced enticingly.

"You know Sally! Didn't Bill tell you about the sex," pushed Jim.

"Oh yeah," the bleary eyed Sally said, "he said she gave him oral 
sex."

"That's right Sally it was Bill who wanted a blow-job from the 
stripper, he said you don't do it very often and you never let him 
cum in your mouth. It was all his idea. Do you want us to show you 
how he had it done to him?" Jim lied.

"UH, what, Uh Bill... wanted.. he betrayed me... " stuttered Sally.

Bill was beside himself, he began screaming and cursing. The 
stripper, like pros usually do, had made the five men put condoms on 
before she sucked on their dicks. His shouts fell on deaf ears, his 
wife and the men had become used to his screams, he was ignored.

"Sally, the stripper knelt in the middle of the room," Jim pushed the 
beautiful housewife gently to her knees. "That's right just like 
that. Then we all lined up in front of her like this." The men stood 
in line facing the kneeling Sally. "Sally did you know that Bill 
demanded to be the first one in line." "Next she opened her mouth 
wide,... that's it.. open up... and we will show just how Bill 
cheated on you."

Jim stepped forward and placed his erect cock on Sally's tongue. In 
her married life Sally would occasionally take her husband in her 
mouth but she had never really sucked him off and he had certainly 
never cum in her mouth.

In a reflex action Sally closed her lips around the cock of her 
husband's boss. Jim, not wanting to miss this opportunity grabbed the 
back of Sally's head and jabbed his cock deep into her mouth. The red 
lipstick Sally had so carefully applied, streaked down Jim's hard 
stalk. Jim rapidly fucked Sally's face. The surprised housewife 
didn't even react and within a few strokes the excited and teased Jim 
blasted his white stringy jizm into the virgin mouth of the kneeling 
naked woman.

The Video picture that Bill was watching didn't have enough clarity 
to make out his wife's lips wrapped around his bosses stiff organ, 
but from the thrusting of Jim's hips then the tensing of his body, 
Bill knew that his wife was tasting sperm for the first time. He 
roared in agony and cried in shame. Jim grabbed the bottle of wine 
from the table and thrust the neck into Sally's mouth. "Here swallow 
some wine to freshen your mouth," he commanded. The wine spilled from 
Sally's lips and she gulped hard to keep from choking. As she coughed 
Frank stepped forward and popped his hard cock into Sally's mouth.

"Now Sally, Bill gave instructions to the stripper on how to give him 
a blow-job. Let me tell you what she did for him." Jim began giving 
instructions to the housewife on the finer points of sucking cock. 
The dazed, drunk and revenge seeking wife mumbled around the cylinder 
of flesh in her mouth but did what she was told her husband had done 
to him.

"Cup his balls in one hand... run you other hand over his ass... .. 
lick the tip like a lollipop... "

The excited Frank didn't last much longer than Jim. Soon Sally's 
tongue was taking another cum bath. The bottle neck was once again 
thrust into her sweet mouth like a glass cock and her mouth was 
cleaned for the third man in line.

Because of Jim's continued cock sucking pointers Sally began getting 
into the oral sex. "No wonder my husband likes this," Sally though in 
an alcohol haze. After another swig of wine, Sally went to work on 
the fourth cock that was presented to her. This time she even leaned 
forward to grab the spongy cock helmet with her lips.

"Man look at her go," the men exclaimed.

Soon a fourth load of warm cum was running down Sally's throat. She 
sat back on her heels and looked at the spent men sprawled in her 
living room.

"I didn't... I just wanted ... ," Sally cried.

"That's OK," soothed Jim, "Bill was the one who started this, its 
going to be OK." He continued to reassure her and make it seem OK. In 
her drunken state Sally still didn't fully realize that she was the 
one who had truly been unfaithful not her husband. Sally was still 
fixated on her husband who she wanted to teach a lesson to, who 
needed to make amends. The husband who had just seen her act like a 
real slut and suck off four of his co-workers and drink their cum.

Jim looked at the clock. It was still early and he didn't want the 
games to end yet. He poured sally another glass of wine and she drank 
it sitting cross legged in the middle of her living room floor. Not 
even aware that her private parts were opened like a flower to the 
eyes of the four naked men.

"You know guys there is still something wrong here, its still not 
quite the same way it was at the convention."

"What elssseh is wrong,' slurred Sally.

"What is it men? Ah... Oh! I remember now you still don't look like 
the stripper did," exclaimed Jim playing the part to the hilt.

"I don't understand, I don't have any more clothes to take off," a 
confused Sally answered.

"No Sally you don't understand, strippers wear real small panties 
called g-strings, because of that they shave themselves."

Sally looked puzzled, "I took a shower and shaved my legs before you 
guys came over."

"No, let me explain, the g-string's are so small that real strippers 
shave almost all their pubic hair. You want to be like the stripper 
who Bill was with don't you. I know he likes that."

"I guess so," said Sally and she fell back onto the carpet. The room 
was spinning and she was having difficulty remembering what was going 
on.

Jim laughed, "Come on Frank lets find a razor and give good old 
Bill's wife a new look."

The two naked men walked down the hall looking for a bathroom. Jim 
pushed open the master bedroom door and was shocked at the sight of 
his employee fastened securely to the bed. The room was dark but 
light from the TV showed a struggling Bill. "Look what we have here 
Frank, Sally wasn't kidding when she said she had you locked up," 
said Jim.

"God damn you Jim, let me up, I'm gonna kill you guys."

"Now, Now Billy Boy, Sally invited us over, and we haven't forced her 
to do anything." Jim looked at the TV and realized that it showed the 
living room. The two remaining men were tickling Sally, making her 
squirm on the carpet and watching her fleshy tits roll around. "Hey 
Bill, have you been watching? Sorry old buddy, I didn't know you 
could see your wife acting like a little whore. Man look at your 
arms, you have cut them up pretty good. Take it easy I promise we 
won't hurt Sally. Excuse us we are going into the bathroom for a 
minute."

Bill heard someone urinate in the toilet then the two men returned. 
"Hey Bill," exclaimed Jim, standing next to the bed. "I was taking a 
leak and look what I found... your wife's lipstick running up and 
down the length of my dong, take a look!"

Bill cursed and struggled to no avail. Jim looked at the TV. "Bill, 
enjoy the show, lets go Frank." The two naked men walked out of his 
bedroom, moments later to appear in the living room on TV.

Frank carried a razor towel and some baby oil the men had found in 
Bill's bathroom.

"OK Sally lets show you just how Bill likes his strippers," exclaimed 
Jim, kneeling by the legs of the prostrate wife and mother.

Frank laid the towel on the floor and Jim rolled Sally onto it. Each 
of the two men grabbed one of Sally's ankles and spread her legs. Jim 
scooted forward and asked Frank to hand him the baby oil.

"OK Sally, I'm going to put some oil on you so you won't get razor 
burn."

Sally could only manage a giggle and a slurred "OK!"

Jim squirted a large amount of oil onto Sally's pubic hair then 
squirted more into his and and began to massage the oil onto her 
prominent mound.

"Hell guys," Jim whispered, "lets shave it all off, she's got such a 
nice cunt I want to see it all." Frank handed Jim the razor and he 
began to delicately remove the oily brown hair from Sally's groin. It 
didn't take long and Sally actually giggled from the tickling razor. 
Jim couldn't help himself and slipped one of his oily fingers into 
Sally's pink slit. Her clit winked at him from behind its' fleshy 
hood. He strummed it once or twice causing Sally to jump and moan.

"Hey guys lets stand her up and see her dance now" offered Frank.

The men pulled Sally to her feet and with a little help she was able 
to stand. Frank squirted the oil up and down her body. "Sally, 
strippers oil themselves up so they look good on stage."

Without waiting for a response the four men began rubbing the oil all 
over the staggering wife's body. Hands wandered over her tits and 
ass. The inside of her thighs were rubbed and of course more than one 
finger snaked its way into her honey pit.

All four men's cocks had returned to full mast. "Jim I just have to 
fuck Bill's wife," said one of the men as he rolled a nipple between 
his oil soaked fingers.

Frank chimed in, "Yeah, lets fuck her, but not here. I couldn't do it 
knowing Bill, her husband was watching me."

Jim responded for them all, "Sally, did Bill tell you how he fucked 
the stripper?"

"What ah.. what.. no he jussst got a blow... "mumbled Sally.

"No, Sally!! Jim led us all in fucking the stripper. We need to show 
you, but we need a bed to do it right. The stripper fucked your 
husband on a bed."

"Huh... ah..I don't ... I'm not sssure... Bill didn't tell me .."

"He lied to you Sally. You need to see what Bill did. Come with us to 
the guest room. We want to help you, we will show you!"

Sally was directed down the hall, past the master bedroom where Bill 
cried in frustration and hurt.

The four men dropped Sally on the bed in the guest room and 
surrounded the bed. Frank had thoughtfully remembered to bring the 
wine bottle.. It was 9:00 PM.

At 11:00 PM Bill heard the shower at the end of the hall start 
running.

During those two hours Bill hadn't heard much, but what he had heard 
was like a shot to the heart. He had heard a few male voices yell "Oh 
Yeah!, go baby"

Other words he was able to pick up were the usual... "cunt... fuck... 
I'm cumming." Once two male voices broke into the song, "Ride, Sally, 
Ride!!" He heard a loud thump like someone falling on the floor. The 
worst was one time when he heard a distinctly female voice scream 
"Oh.. Oh.. OHHHHHHHH!!"

After a long time the shower stopped, and four naked men appeared at 
Bill's door. Bill was exhausted, from crying, struggling and 
screaming. He could only lay there as Jim said, "Sorry Bill we used 
up all your hot water taking showers. We can't have our wives 
smelling Sally on us. Listen, she is sleeping it off in the guest 
room. She is fine, better than fine. Oh Bill! I want to thank you for 
letting me give you the 20 bucks for the hooker at the convention. I 
figure Sally's dance, blow jobs and the time we spent with her in bed 
would have cost $1,000 from a whore as good looking as Sally. So in 
the last month that $20 I gave you had a return of 500%. Way to look 
out for your boss Bill."

"I'd let you up but I don't know where Sally put the key, besides I 
don't think I could trust you right now. So enjoy the rest of the 
weekend and I'll see you at work on Monday."

Bill watched through red eyes as his four co-workers dressed in the 
living room. As the door shut behind them, Jim called out, "I'm 
locking up, Bill."

Sometime during the night Sally staggered into the master bedroom. 
Her body still had patches of oil. Bill was able to see crusty 
patches of cum between her thighs and on her cheek. The light from 
the TV reflected off her bald pussy. Her tits were red from being 
played with by four sets of hands.

Sally staggered to the bathroom and Bill heard her retching in the 
toilet. Finally she emerged from the bath and before falling into bed 
she unlocked one of Bill's hands.

He was now able to get loose. He tossed a blanket over his wife. he 
didn't want to see her. He couldn't talk to her because she was 
passed out and snoring loudly. It was a good thing he might have 
killed her if she had been awake.

Bill went into the bathroom to clean the cuts on his wrists. He 
glanced at the toilet and noted that Sally had thrown up a lot of 
wine. He also noticed a lot of stringy white jizm floating in the 
bowl. He wondered if it tasted different going down than coming up.

He wasn't going to sleep with his wife, and the guest room was out of 
the question given the images in his head. he couldn't even sleep on 
the couch in the living room. The towel with Sally's shorn pubic hair 
still lay there.

So he spent the night sleeping in his car in the garage.

He let Sally clean up the house the next day. At least she cried as 
she vacuumed up her pubic hair from the living room carpet.

---One month later----

Bill and Sally were barely talking. They hadn't had sex. One night 
Sally tried dancing and stripping for him, but it didn't help. But 
Bill did notice that Sally was keeping her pussy shaved.

They tried to get back to normal, but Bill could not get the images 
of four oily cocks sliding in and out of Sally's cunt and mouth out 
of his mind. He hoped time would heal the wounds. He told Sally that. 
She hoped so as well. She begged for forgiveness,tried to explain how 
things had gotten out of hand. Bill simply told her the real details 
of the night at the convention. In terms of infidelity and cheating 
the score card wasn't even close.

Bill changed jobs. He had to travel during the day, but never went to 
conventions and was home every night. His son was doing well and Bill 
spent most of his time being a great father.

One day arriving in his new office from a late business meeting, 
Bill's secretary told him a man had left him an envelope while he was 
out. She handed Bill the letter. It was one of Jim's envelopes. 
Inside was a note written in Jim's hand and a twenty dollar bill. The 
note simply said, "$20 is the going rate."

Bill tore out of the office and drove home at break neck speed. As he 
approached his house he saw Jim's car in his driveway. Bill kept 
driving...
