By the time Ron got home that evening, I was ready to start fulfilling my pledge. My hair and makeup were as near to perfect as I could get them, I was dressed in a sleek, cleavage displaying dress that Ken liked so much, and I had prepared his favorite meal. Ron was somewhat surprised but accepted the new me with so much enthusiasm that as soon as dinner was over he wasted no time getting me into bed.
Intent on making it a memorable night, I gave him a long, languid blowjob, licking and sucking him to near climax several times before finishing him with a deep-throated release. I immediately sucked him hard again and rode him to the most satisfying mutual orgasm we had had in years.
If there was a silver lining to my one night of debauchery it was the rejuvenation of our love life. From that point on, we never missed an opportunity to fuck. Not only was I always willing but I was frequently the initiator of our adventurous coupling. We were like newly weds, even ducking into the restroom during a party at a friend’s house for a frenetic doggy style fuck. We were insatiable.
One night I even proposed the concept of restraints, telling Ken I had read about it in a book called “Fifty Shades of Grey”. He loved the idea and visited a sex shop the very next day. He proved every bit as effective as Ron at driving me out of my mind while restricting my movements.
I never cheated again and eventually that night with Ron seemed more like a dream than a memory. Ken and I would still run into Ron on the driveway from time to time and I would always smile and nod. He was always pleasant but never gave a hint of acknowledgement of our one night of sin.
Several years later, an ironic footnote was added to our story. Ken and I were engaged in some rousing sex-play when I learned he actually had been fucking his co-worker that night. Can you believe it? He let it slip with a careless remark about Ron, the ceiling camera and video monitor. It was a good thing he had me handcuffed to the bed at the time or I might have killed him.
“You lying bastard!” I cried, twisting and turning against the restraints. “Let me up,” I yelled through gritted teeth. I was lying spread-eagle on the bed and Ken had been eating my pussy just a minute ago.
“Calm down, Beth,” he begged. “Please, let me explain.”
“Explain that you’re a lying, cheating bastard?” I cried again, tugging harder at the restraints.
“Please, Honey,” he sat on the edge of the bed. “Just listen a second.” I apparently didn’t have much choice so I took a deep breath.
“You’ve got two minutes buster, then you better release me,” I said tersely.
Ken quickly explained that Ron was so concerned with my obvious distress over my husband’s infidelity that he had called him that night while I was sleeping. He even helped Ken concoct the story about how his phone got to Jennifer’s place to explain the GPS tracker. What the fuck?
I just stared at him, but in the back of my mind Ron’s motive seemed plausible. But it didn’t end there. Ron also told Ken about me getting locked out and even provided him a DVD of the highlights of our night together! Can you fucking imagine? Now I wasn’t just angry, I was mortified.