Secrets Part 02

After wrestling with it, I decided not to tell Amanda about Lori. I didn't think it would be a problem. I didn't think it was lying or anything. It was just a non-issue, and there wasn't a reason to say anything. Amanda would probably have understood. She had been a good wife. We didn't have any kids, and she had a really good job. She was a lawyer in a firm in the city. From time to time, it required her to travel and even stay in the city overnight every now and then. But she made spectacular money, and we weren't lacking. Six months previously, she'd made partner. I was proud of her, of course.

Things had been fine at school. Lori had been kind of shy for a few days, but things had returned to normal. She still teased me a little bit, but it was more playful. We both knew that it wouldn't go anywhere, and that actually was kind of freeing. She would periodically say something bawdy or nasty and then giggle. I'd responded in kind, and an easy camaraderie had grown up. And I openly ogled her now. I think it made her feel really good, and she continued to flash me, showing me her panties and smiling.

A week later, I was home when the phone rang. Amanda was in the city for the night, having to work really late.

I picked up the phone, thinking that perhaps Amanda was calling.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello, is this the Lowen residence?"

I didn't recognize the voice on the other end, but it was a woman. I thought that it was probably a student's mother.

"This is Mr. Lowen. Whom am I speaking with?"

"Mr. Lowen, my name is Cynthia Meriam. My husband is Steven Meriam, a Junior Partner at the firm where your wife works."

"I see. What can I do for you tonight, Mrs. Meriam? Is everything all right?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Lowen. I really wanted to talk to your wife. But I'm not sure if that would have done any good. Mr. Lowen, I hate to come right out and ask this, but it's important. Do you and your wife have... an open marriage?"

What in the hell was going on?

"An open marriage? Do you mean what I think you mean?" I asked, bewildered.

Sighing heavily, she said, "Yes, Mr. Lowen. Do you and your wife fool around with other people?"

"NO! Of course not! What is this all about?" I asked. I was beginning to feel a sense of dread.

"Well, maybe you don't, Mr. Lowen. But I'm afraid that your wife does. Tonight she is supposed to be the entertainment for a number of the partners, and one of the assholes invited my husband to go. I didn't know that until he claimed to have to work real late, and I noticed a note on the desk. Tell me, Mr. Lowen, if your wife doesn't fuck around on you, then why does my husband have a note that says, 'Hyatt Room 716' on it? I called the hotel, and guess who is in room 716? Mrs. Ryan Lowen!"

My mind was frozen. I didn't have an answer, but... this couldn't be true. I tried to think of something to say, but I was blank.

"Look, Mr. Lowen. I'm really pissed off, and maybe I shouldn't have called. My husband is going to have to explain to me what the hell he was up to tonight. But I've heard enough from him on the phone to the firm's partners to put together a pretty good picture of what's going on. It's common knowledge around the firm that your wife made partner so fast because she was so good at spreading her legs. From what I understand, she's the resident piece of tail for the firm, and she spreads her thighs for all of the partners, usually one or two, but every once in a while, like tonight, it's going to be a gangbang. She's also a piece of ass for the rich, well-connected customers, as an incentive to let the firm handle their legal case. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Mr. Lowen, but I felt you needed to know what your wife was up to when she has to supposedly work late."

I heard the click as the phone was hung up. I dropped the receiver back into the cradle, and I could feel my anger building.

Amanda fucking her partners? The firm's piece of ass? That just couldn't be. I began to go over the times that she'd had to work late, how her affection had dimmed, and how she wasn't very enthusiastic about sex anymore.

Grabbing my keys, I jumped in my Porsche and quickly drove into the city. I was hoping that it was all a terrible mistake. But as I drove, I felt like I was going to discover some wanton secrets about my wife.

When I got to the hotel, I stopped at the lobby. I'd been wondering how to find out what was going on, and I had developed a plan. Picking up a house phone, I dialed room 716. My heart sank when a male voice answered.

"Yeah?"

Trying to sound cheery, I said, "Hey, did the party start yet?"

The man chuckled. "Yeah, Bill..." I figured that he mistook me for one of the male partners at the firm.

"We got the bitch stripped naked. She's fucking Harold, and that new guy, Steve, just got his prick up her ass, and her mouth is getting fucked by Howard. Our resident piece of ass is gonna get all her holes drilled tonight! Hurry up and get here, she's going to wear us all out!"

Almost choking, I said, "Sure, I'll be right up."

I stood in the lobby feeling incredibly tired. Almost mechanically, I walked to the elevators. I rode up to the seventh floor and slowly walked to the door with 716 on it. I knocked twice. As I'd made my way to the room, a rage had begun to boil up inside me, a rage that was threatening to explode.

There was a pause, and then the door was opened partway. A balding, overweight guy with nothing on looked out. Seeing me, he grunted, "Who the fuck are you?"

Kicking the door open and knocking the guy on his ass, I growled, "I'm the bitch's fucking husband," as I stormed into the room.

The music was loud, and the men had been shouting encouragement to those on the bed, which is why they hadn't reacted to me busting in. Amanda was sitting on top of a guy. I could see his cock stuck up her cunt. Another guy, a young guy with lots of hair on his chest, obviously Steven Meriam, was bent over Amanda's back, shoving his cock up her ass. A third guy had Amanda's hair in his hand, and he was fucking her mouth.

I was frozen to the spot, watching her in full heat as she was made airtight. She was going crazy, moaning and sobbing around the cock in her mouth as she was throwing her hips back and forth as the two guys were pounding her cunt and asshole. She was obviously cumming like crazy, and their loud grunts and growls joined in as she was filled, cum being poured into every hole, as the three guys banged the shit out of my wife. I'd never seen Amanda more sexually hungry, god, she really was the firm's piece of ass, and seeing the way she was taking it, all three holes being fucked like that, she was a willing, hungry, eager gangbang partner.

"Who the fuck are YOU?" one of the other guys shouted, and that got their attention.

Everyone looked at me. My naked wife and nine naked, horny guys, three of whom had been banging her, all looked at me in shock.

"Don't come home, you BITCH!" I savagely shouted.

I turned and stormed out, even as I heard Amanda scream, "Ryan, NOOOOOOO!"

But I was gone.