She shrugged then said to no one in particular, “Ok, I was just wondering if you could taste us on his cock this morning after all the fucking we did last night, that’s all?”
The spray of coffee from Rose hit clear across the kitchen and she screamed, “What!!! What the fuck are you talking about?”
She wasn’t the only one asking as I now was at a loss for words and tried to ask, “Evie, w,w,what are you trying to say? We didn’t do anything last night?”
She sat there and said, “Michael, after we had those shots, you pulled me on top of you and started French kissing me. I’ll admit I was drunk but it felt real good, then you pushed my shorts and panties down, got your cock out and put it in me, grabbing my ass, rocking me back and forth and making me orgasm, then you rolled us over and began pounding me hard into the couch. You put your hand over my mouth to keep me quiet I was orgasming so hard. When you came, you pushed your cock in my face and made me clean your cock off.
Then you pushed me over the edge of the couch and fucked me hard again. You came a shit load and forced me to clean you off but really, I liked it so I gave you a blow job and you came again. Then you pulled me to the floor and had me ride you until we both came again. Then we went down to my room where you undressed and you took me doggy. You had to push my head into the mattress to cover up my orgasms, you said I was going to wake Rose and the neighbors if I didn’t quiet down. We had a wonderful mutual orgasm, and we passed out with you on top of me. When I woke up, you were gone.”
I stammered and said, “Evelyn, you’re a lying little bitch.”
She said, “Oh, yeah, then why are your clothes in my room, asshole?”
Rose flew down the hall into the guest room and came out with my shorts and tee shirt from the night before, tears streaming down her face. She then went into the living room and returned carrying Evie’s shorts and thong that she had been wearing the night before. She thrust them at me then began pounding on my chest with her fists and screaming, “How could you, you fucking animal. I thought you loved me. Fuck you Michael! I’m going to divorce you. I’ll take you for everything you have. Just wait until I tell our parents. My father is going to kill you. Hell, I’ll bet your father will too.”
Then Evie went to her, tears streaming down her face and she said, “I’m so sorry sis, I should have been stronger but I was so drunk. I didn’t mean to cause any problems, honest. I don’t want you two to break up because of me. Please, talk to me.”
I tried my best to remember anything. I swear I didn’t do anything. I couldn’t remember anything after that last shot of tequila. I didn’t know what to do so I went for a walk around the block. I came back in and they were still in the bedroom, so I made another trip around the block. It was my third trip before they were out of the bedroom and both dressed and cleaned up, but both red-eyed and sniffling. Rose and Evie were sitting at our kitchen table, a note pad and some notes on the table. When Rose saw me, she curtly said, “Sit down Michael. We need to discuss this if we’re going to stay together.”
I couldn’t quite see what she had written down but her bottom lip was quivering and she sat there in silence for a few minutes and I wasn’t going to say anything. What the hell was I going to say? Finally, Rose said, “Michael, do you want us to stay together?” I nodded. She lifted up a piece of paper she had printed out on our computer and I read the note;
I, Michael L. Hunter, do hereby give my wife, Rosalyn Kelly Hunter, this unrestricted hallpass to be used at her discretion. It shall have no effect on our marriage whatsoever. She may use this at any time she chooses, to have sex with another man and I will not bother her about it in any way, shape or form. I shall not follow her or have her followed. It will not be used for grounds for separation or divorce. I will not ask any questions nor apply any retribution, in any manner or form whatsoever, due to my own infidelity. Of this I swear: Signed: __________________________Date: ________ Michael L. Hunter.
I read this over and said, “Rose, you have to be kidding me.” Then she pulled up four more of these notes and tossed them in front of me.
“Michael, you fucked my little sister five times so I deserve five hall passes. Evie and I decided that’s only fair. So, you either sign these or I’m calling my parents and having them pick me up and finding me the best divorce lawyer in the state. Your choice.”
Rose got up and headed into our bedroom and Evie sat there with this evil smile and said, “You know Michael, you really fucked up last night, you know that, don’t you. You’d better sign them or your ass is grass.”
My stomach was in knots. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I’d call my father and get his advice then Rose opened the bedroom door and yelled down the hall, “You have ten minutes, Michael, then I’m calling my father. Make up your mind.”
Evie smiled and tossed me the pen.
‘Oh, FUCK! What to do.’ I thought. My stomach felt like a ping pong ball in a whirlpool as I sat there and Evie kept reminding me of the time left and finally at nine minutes, I grabbed the pen and furiously signed all five of her hall passes. Evie hollered for Rose and she came out of the bedroom and put them in this pink envelope and said, “Just so you know, I’m keeping these in my underwear drawer so I’m not hiding anything from you, but so help me, if you ever cheat on me again, I’ll cut your balls off Michael Hunter.” And nothing was ever said about it again. That is until I got home last night, almost 23 years later.
It was Friday night and I was looking forward to taking Rose out for our usual Friday night dinner out at one of our regular dining spots then home for a drink or two then maybe I’d see if she was in the mood for some playtime so I came home a little early. Lately it seemed she was up for more fun than she had been in a long time and I had attributed it to Dustin off at college and having no kids at home and I was enjoying the hell out of it. I parked my truck outside in front of the garage door as Rose insisted our daughter, Tammi’s things not be left in storage while she was in the Navy getting her nurses training and opened the garage door, grabbing a beer out of the garage fridge on my way in.
I sat my briefcase down next to the island and as I turned the corner, I almost ran into my wife who was about to head into the kitchen from the hallway. She was stunning, I mean mouthwatering. She had on this shimmering black dress that had a split up to her waist on one side and a deep vee down to almost to her navel in front, her boobs looked like they were going to fall out at any minute.
The dress clung to her body like it had been spraypainted on. Black patent leather CFM heels and her pearl neckless and earrings that I had given her for Christmas last year accented her outfit perfectly. Her hair was done up in a large silver and pearl clip making her hair cascade down her back in a huge waterfall effect and her red nails matched her lipstick. I mean I wanted to take her up to our bedroom and fuck the daylights out of her right now really made my balls ache.