Chapter 5

• Vicky awoke the following morning wondering if it had all been a dream. However, that thought was crushed when she slipped out of bed and felt the stickiness between her legs. With her head spinning she staggered toward the bathroom. The slickness almost helped sooth the slight pain from the recent stretching of her pussy. Instead of remorse, the feeling inexplicitly brought the memory of Jamal fucking her to uncounted orgasms rushing back. Her body trembled and she reached for the door jam to steady herself. Her pussy began to throb and for a moment she thought she might actually climax. She took a deep breath and stepped into the bathroom.
• She could hear James in the kitchen fixing his morning coffee. She stopped at the bathroom mirror and looked at herself. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were bloodshot. She reached up and tried to brush something off her cheek. Her face turned red when she realized that it was Jamal's dried sperm. There was more cum on her breast and both inner thighs were covered. Her heart started to pound at the thought of all that potent sperm deposited in her pussy just hours before. She began to tremble again. With that she rushed to the shower and scrubbed her body from top to bottom.
• James was sitting at the table in the breakfast nook when she finally came down.
• "Vicky, where were you last night?" he said, but paused when she held up her hand.
• "I am very hung over and I do not want to discuss it right now," Vicky said.
• James started to shoot back an angry response, but hesitated. He didn't want to start an argument this early in the morning either. They had argued about her staying out too late many times before. He knew her drinking and staying out late, unfortunately, were symptoms of a bigger problem. There was something wrong with their marriage. Maybe she was having an affair. He didn't want to think about that though. He loved Vicky and knew that she loved him. But their life had become routine, maybe even boring. They rarely had normal conversation anymore and their sex life had been mundane to say the least. Something had to give.
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• For the rest of the day Vicky avoided James as much as possible. After what had happened ... what she had allowed to happen, she was much too embarrassed and, yes, guilty to face him. She had to think. She had never done anything like that in their ten years of marriage. She had never strayed and she was pretty sure James hadn't either. Now, all that had changed. She had fucked another man ... a black man, and more importantly she had enjoyed it. There was no denying that. Could she hide what happened from him? And, what about going forward ... could she control herself and not go back for a replay. Jamal had left a business card on the seat of her car with a note that said, "If you want to experience the Buford Black Snake again, give me a call." She tried to throw the card away but couldn't.
• Later that night, Vicky was dressed for bed, sitting in the breakfast nook when James came in. He was in his underwear and ready for bed too.
• "James," she said, and paused.
• He looked at her quizzically and said, "Yes?" He took a seat across the table from her and waited for what seemed like a long time before she spoke.
• Vicky appeared to be calm, but inside she was in great turmoil. Suddenly her resolve began to wane. No, she told herself, she had to tell him. She couldn't go through life with this secret. "James, about last night," Vicky said.
• James didn't say anything, just nodded, waiting for her explanation.
• Vicky paused and took a deep breath. "Something happened last night, James," Vicky paused and gathered her courage. She continued, "I was stopped for speeding."
• "Oh God, Vicky, that's your sixth ticket."
• Vicky sighed loudly. "I didn't say I got a ticket. But I was arrested."
• "Good God, arrested? I can't believe it. How did you get out? Did you pay a fine?"
• "No ... uh ... I didn't pay a fine, not a monetary one at least. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I was worried that I would have to stay in jail all weekend. I had been drinking so I was going to be charged with speeding and DWI. That's pretty serious, especially with my record."
• "Yes it is. You could do jail time. But how did you get released?"
• "I'm getting to that. I did something ... something very wrong." Vicky eyes welled up and she started to cry.
• James started to get up to hug her, but she held up her hand again. He sat back, somewhat perturbed, and stared at her, waiting.
• Vicky sobbed and wiped her nose with a napkin. Then she continued. "I didn't want it to get into the paper that I ... that I was arrested. Your family would go crazy. You mother didn't like me before and I'm sure she would hate me if I got myself arrested. I had to do something." Vicky paused.
• "So what did you do?" James asked anxiously.
• "James, I ... I offered the cop sex if he wouldn't hold me; you know, wouldn't arrest me." Suddenly the room grew very quiet. She saw shock on James's face. But there was something else in his look that she couldn't define.
• "You offered the cop sex?" James leaned forward in anticipation as he waited for Vicky's confirmation.
• "Yes, I offered and he accepted. James, I ... I ... fucked the cop and he let me go?" Vicky blurted.
• "Oh, my God," James gasped. "You had sex with the cop?"
• "Yes ... in ... in the jail cell."
• The room was suddenly silent again. James sat back with a look of total shock on his face. "Uh ... Vicky ... uh ... I don't know what to say."
• Vicky didn't know what to say either. She sat quietly and waited for the tirade she knew was coming.
• After another long pause James said, "Well, I guess you did what you had to do. Being arrested would have caused lots of problems with my family, not to mention what might happen at work."
• To say Vicky was surprised would be an understatement. Although James, being an engineer, was incredibly logical, she expected an emotional outburst, not logic. Amazingly, she didn't see anger in her husband's face or hear it in his voice. "Aren't you mad at me?" she asked.
• "I ... I don't know," he answered as he put his hand up to his face and rubbed his eyes. "This ... this ... wow, I can't believe this." Still he didn't raise his voice or show even the slightest sign of anger.