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We drove home in silence.
I had waited by the car for what seemed like an eternity before Susan walked out, staring at the ground in front of her. I'd thought of driving away the hell with her, let her find here own way home. But I couldn't. I needed to know what had happened, what had changed her this night. And what she was feeling now. I wanted to know, but yet I didn't, and my head felt like it would explode. How could this nightmare have happened?
When we got home Susan sat down on the sofa with her head in her hands. I poured myself a very large drink and waited for her to speak.
"I'm so very.... very sorry," she said. "I just don't know I can't believe. What have I done?"
"Well basically you've fucked another man, humiliated me and broken my heart and that's just for starters. You fucking WHORE!!"
"I just don't...." she stammered.
"Oh for Christ's sake stop saying you don't know! I know! I saw it all remember? I wouldn't be so hurt if you had stopped when I found you but goddamit you lifted your skirt to show me, you fucking cheap slut!"
"I know," Susan said "I wish I didn't remember but I DO! I can't explain it, but...."
"Well you better had fucking explain it! Christ, you owe me that!" Susan got up and came over to hug me, but I pushed her away. The sound of her swishing skirt reminded me of the sound as she let it fall over Andrew's naked torso. I felt sick again.
Susan was crying. "I love you you know that" she said "and I never wanted to hurt you never. I don't even like Andrew...."
"Don't tell me, you were drunk, right?" I said.
"No! I wasn't not at all," Susan said.
"Christ that makes it worse." I said. "You knew what you were doing!"
"It wasn't me I mean it didn't feel like me. Suddenly I just started to feel incredibly.... well..."
"Horny?" I asked.
"Yes," she said quietly, "I did."
"And I wasn't good enough? It wasn't worth finding me instead of Andrew?" "I just don't know I was dancing with him and suddenly I wanted to...." her voice trailed. "But another part of me was fighting it, like a dream where you can't seem to change things even though you want to. Oh Christ I'm so sorry. Please, PLEASE can we work through this...."
Now Susan's tears flowed in rivers. And I have to confess mine did too. I wanted her back the way things were, the way they should be. But I didn't know if they ever would be. My head still felt on fire.
It was a while before anyone spoke, and it was Susan. "Please make love to me.... now," she said.
"You're joking" I said, but the truth is I wanted to so badly. I wanted to reclaim what was mine.
"No, I want to I love you, please. I think it would help somehow."
"I don't know how you could even think of it," I said, not meaning a word. I was now incredibly aroused and I didn't know why. Especially as the memory of Susan on top of Andrew was still very fresh in my mind.
"I want to show you how much I still love you," whispered Susan as she came and sat beside me. "Please," she said again. "I love you so much."
She was still crying and looked helpless and lost. I wanted her so much myself now I couldn't have stopped her if I'd wanted to. We kissed deeply and passionately and I quickly slipped my hands up under the back of her dress.
She was naked under the dress no panties. I knew she had discarded these at the party and guessed she had not bothered to retrieve them in all the upset. I thought to speak but she was smothering my mouth with kisses, so I simply caressed her silky bottom, the pleats of the soft skirt tickling the backs of my hands as they moved.
Susan released my throbbing cock, all the while still kissing me. Now I lifted her dress high up her back and slid her silk petticoat up around her waist. Susan lifted the front of her dress and I entered her hard. She cried out "Oh my God that's beautiful" something she had never done before in our lovemaking. Normally she was quiet, just murmuring occasionally.
An awful thought crossed my mind. Was she thinking of Andrew instead of me? I said nothing. Susan all but pulled he buttons from my shirt, and used the lacy edge of her petticoat to tickle my nipples. She followed this by drawing the pleats of the big skirt across them, making then tingle.
Finally she let the skirt billow to a rest on my chest the same as she'd done with Andrew.
"God I love you," she said her eyes closed in ecstasy, "and I adore you fucking me."
She had never said such a thing before. Not to me anyway. "You're beautiful," I said, "and I still love you." Although the image in my mind was Andrew's cock pumping in between her legs in that garden shed.
"Oh God Yes... YES! YES! OH YES darling!" Susan screamed, bucking on top of me and now feeling her own breasts through the silky dress.
I don't know what made me say it perhaps I wanted even more reassurance but before I knew it whispered, "Did you enjoy being fucked by Andrew?"
Susan said nothing at first, but then jolted to a climax shouting, "I just love to be well and truly FUCKED!" At the same time I started to come and found myself calling out "I love you WHORE!"
The phone ringing interrupted us. We left it at first but then Susan slowly rose and answered it.
"Oh," she said. "Yes, I'm OK, but I really don't want to talk.... well, I'll see." She held the phone out to me "Its, er, it's Andrew for you," she said.
All the original anger returned as I said, "Tell him to screw himself I haven't finished with him yet!"
"He says it's very important," Susan said calmly.
I took the phone. "Look shithead, you fucking cunt." I began.
Andrew shouted over me, though, and stopped me in my tracks. "I think Susan's been drugged," he yelled. I went quiet for a moment. "Did you hear that?" he asked.
"Great excuse," I said. "And a nice try but...."
"I'm serious," said Andrew. "I found out there was a guy at the party putting stuff in some of the girl's drinks something that gets them horny. You'd better get her checked out. I'm really sorry well about everything."
"SORRY!" I yelled. "So were you drugged as well? As if I believe it anyway."
"No man," he said, "I was just a shit and I'm sorry for that too but hell she was coming on to me so much I figured it wasn't all my fault anyway. But look you can shout at me later. Right now I thought you should check her out with a doctor. I'm calling all the girls that were there just in case. Jesus what a mess! Look I've got to go," And with that he hung up.

The next morning our doctor checked Susan out. We'd both slept very heavily but I had had plenty of time to think. I was glad I could now find a way to understand what had happened and maybe forgive Susan. I wanted to forgive her, God knows. But I didn't much care for the way she had made love to me so vigorously or some of the things she said. I loved it, but it had unsettled me.
Fortunately the doctor found nothing wrong with Susan and even more fortunately didn't seem to want the cops involved. "Unless your blood test shows something, I have nothing to report," he said.
"I should leave that side of things to the guy who ran the party, it was his home after all."
For the next few weeks things felt strange between us. We were both so aware of each other, and Susan was doing everything she could to make me happy and confident in her again. Over and over she told me that she loved me and that she would never, ever hurt me again like that.
I knew she meant it, and in the end I felt sorry for her. She couldn't help it after all not if her drink was spiked. Somehow, though, I didn't feel like making love. I felt horny sometimes especially when I thought again of that night and Susan kept trying to interest me. But I didn't feel right somehow not yet.
I took to working late, maybe so I could do better, but also so I could avoid talking to Susan.
I loved her and wanted to be with her, but I didn't like to sit with her in the evenings for some reason. She was very patient for a long time, but my endless sexual rebuffs started to hurt her, I could tell. But I let it go on; maybe I was still punishing her.
Then one night I came home early. I'd decided to try and be better put things really behind us, maybe even try to respond to her sexual advances this time. Her car wasn't outside. No-one was home, but it was only seven-thirty so I figured she'd gone to get a pizza or something. Then I heard her car come in the driveway. My own car was in the garage, so she may not guess I was home yet. I figured I'd hide and surprise her, so I got behind the curtains.
As the key turned in the lock I heard her giggling, and then another voice. It sounded like her friend Linda. OK, so I would jump out on both of them as soon as they came in the living room.
"Well you seem more cheerful now," I heard Linda say. "I am, thanks. You've changed everything. I've been going crazy trying to win my husband back, but he just doesn't want to know any more. At least you've shown me another way."
"Happy to help," said Linda, "I reckon you're pretty special you know."
It went quiet so I peered round the curtains. Somehow I knew what I was going to see. Linda and Susan were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Susan was running her hands through Linda's blonde hair. Eventually they stopped.
"Well, I've gotta run sweetheart," said Linda
"Must you?" I heard Susan say breathlessly.
"Fraid so supper to cook for Harry and kids to shout at. Oh, can I borrow that magazine?"
"Sure," said Susan and came into the living room. "It's hereabouts somewhere." Linda followed her in and I looked at the two of them. But this time I wasn't jealous. I was incredibly aroused.
"Oh here, I see it," said Linda. "It's fallen down the back." Linda bent over to pick up the magazine from behind the couch. Her little blue skirt tilted up showing her white panties.
In a second Susan was behind her and had lifted her skirt. She slipped one hand between Linda's legs and asked quietly, "Have you really got to run?"
Linda slowly stood up and turned round, as Susan put her hand up the front of Linda's skirt and slipped it into her panties.
"You're insatiable!" said Linda.
"True," said Susan, who lent forward to kiss her. "I'm hungry," she said, and slipped Linda's panties down to the floor. Linda stepped out of them and I was now so hard I thought I would burst. My mind was in turmoil again with a mixture of betrayal and excitement.
Pulling Susan back to her, Linda said, "Well, you're rather beautiful and I do love your tits so much."
"In a moment," said Susan who slowly sank to her knees and put her head under Linda's little skirt. Linda closed her eyes and slipped her hands up under her own bra.
"Mmmm... you horny little cow," said Linda. "That is so lovely ....I want more."
Linda gasped, and I could see Susan was wiggling her little tongue on Linda's clitoris. "Oh my God you horny bitch Oh God YES! That's heaven!"
By now I was ready to come without even touching my cock, but I held back. The anger was still there, but sheer lust was the winner this time.
Susan finished her licking and slowly stood up. She kissed Linda again, this time placing her own hands over Linda's on Linda's boobs. They parted briefly and Linda led Susan over to the couch. Leaving Susan standing, Linda slowly sat down. She reached for the hem of Susan's flowery pleated summer skirt and toyed with it. Then her hands went under the skirt and up Susan's legs. This time Susan closed her eyes and let out a little gasp. I couldn't see where Linda's hands were but it was obvious she was pleasuring Susan.
Slowly Linda slipped her hands back down Susan's legs, drawing her panties down. Susan quickly stepped out of them as Linda pulled her own skirt up to her waist. Then Susan straddled Linda, lifting her skirt high and letting it settle all over Linda's breasts and tummy. Just as she had done so may weeks ago with Andrew, only this time the two girls were gyrating their cunts together.
Linda's hand went back under Susan's flowing skirt and continued to pleasure her, while with her other hand she opened Susan's blouse to reveal her two pert breasts with the nipples already erect. Linda sucked hard at each nipple in turn while her busy fingers worked on beneath Susan's skirt.
"God, I'm coming, I'm coming!!" yelled Susan bucking up and down on Linda's lap. "Oh Linda I love you, I want you to fuck me every day, more than that. I want to be your little lesbian slut and fuck your brains out!"
"Mmmmm," cooed Linda. "I think I can do that, just so long as you keep being my pretty little wifey. I love lifting your soft full skirts way up and licking your cunt."
"I never knew other girls would feel so sexy," said Susan. "Oh CHRIST! YES!!"
"Well, men are good too. Is your husband a good fuck?"
"Oh SHIT!" Susan was in ecstasy. "Sometimes, but not for ages now.... Oh this is GORGEOUS!"
"Can I fuck him then?" asked Linda, now bucking against her friend as her orgasm approached. I waited for Susan's answer, not daring to breathe in my hiding place.
"What, you want him to.... OH YES! You want him to make love to you?"
"No, I want him to fuck me. I want you to pull my panties down and hold my skirt up high while he rams his cock into my cunt."
"Oh God, Oh GOD YES! YES! Fuck him for me Linda. I'll hold your skirt up like a slut and kiss your nipples while he pushes his cock into your lovely slippery cunt. Mmmmm, a real good fucking!"
"Maybe while you're watching me fucking your husband, you'd like my David to fuck you?"
"Oh Christ I need to be fucked," Susan moaned. "While I'm holding your skirt up he can lift mine, and take my panties down and finger me till I'm wet"
"YES! YES! cried Linda. "And slip his cock in me and fuck my cunt."
At this point they both started kissing again passionately. I stayed in my place behind the curtains, struggling to take in all that had happened. Had I made my own wife into a lesbian because I wouldn't respond to her? Or would she still love me? Did she really want another man to fuck her again, or was she just saying it in the heat of the moment?
One thing was for certain, if there had ever been a chance of getting life back to normal after Andrew, it was gone now. And it was probably my fault this time.