When he was finished he got out of the tub, taking a towel with him as I rushed in to hold her arms and make sure she didn’t fall in and drown.
“Nice doing business with you buddy!” He chuckled as he dried off. I couldn’t help but see his admittedly large cock.
I decided it was better to get Karen out of the tub than leaving her flopped over the edge and helped her swing one leg out and then the other, spread naked until she sort of tumbled out onto the lawn. Her drunkeness plus the shift in gravity coming out of the hot tub water and she just lost her balance. I was there to ease her to the ground so she wouldn’t hit her head, but she still ended up sprawled out naked in a humiliating display. I didn’t see much point to trying to find her bikini for all it would cover anyway. It was a degrading exhibition.
A click of his phone and now Neal had a momento that would mortify my wife, guaranteed. Even more than the fucking I think.
“Let me know if you want to do any more business in the future. I have so much work coming my way I usually have to refer it somewhere. Maybe I can bring the work to you… and your wonderfully self righteous wife.”
He took another long look at her passed out on the ground and licked his lips. “I’ll see myself out.”
He threw the towel at me and went back inside to change into his clothes and leave. Over his shoulder he said, “Tell your wife she was a great hostess.”
I was left with Karen on the ground. For a brief moment I wondered if I should put the towel under her head as a pillow or as a blanket to cover her limp, naked, prone body… and then all of a sudden I was counting the seconds for how long I thought it would take to assume Neal had got changed and left… three minutes? Four minutes?
The whole time Karen just lay there, freshly used and surely available to her own husband, and then I was on her.
Her pussy was easy to slide into, slick with his cum and clearly her own juicy wetness and I started fucking her right there on the ground.
It felt loose to me, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. This was a desperate and pathetic act. I came just as I heard Neal laughing on his way out, saying, “Enjoy your sloppy seconds, buddy!”
Karen half woke up in my final throws.
“Again?” She said smiling, but I had already finished, adding my cum to his.
“Too late,” I mumbled, already in my final flexes.
She closed her eyes and said, “It’s okay, you fucked me so good already. I came so many many times.” She said in a half giggle.
I helped her to bed and then sat and watched her naked and passed out, cum leaking out of her loose pussy and onto the sheets and wondered what she would remember tomorrow.
My emotions were exploding between my impotent rage and jealousy, my utter shame that I clearly enjoyed seeing her defiled like that, to my bottomless guilt that my incompitence as a business man led us here.