Sheila awoke early the next morning. Her whole body ached. The combination of the rough treatment on her girl parts, and the hangover, had her feeling sore all over. She quickly remembered where she was and what all had happened.
Sheila was surprised at how calm she was. There was a part of her telling her to be outraged, but it was a very small part. There was a much larger part thinking about how dirty it all was. She reached down and found her pussy was still slicked with cum. She stood up as carefully as she could in her sorry state, trying not to get cum all over her dress and and Yolanda's bed.
Sheila picked up her heels and looked in vain for her panties. Then she remembered, one of the guys, or Eve, had stolen them. She wasn't completely surprised when she caught herself smiling at the thought of Eve. Sheila had never been with a woman before, and the memory of Eve's skillful tongue made her more than a little excited. The whole scene made her excited. She had gone out looking to see what kind of trouble she could find, and she seemed to have found quite a lot. There was a brief pang of guilt when she thought about how she might be a lesbian. Sheila quickly pushed that away though. She was pretty opened minded and didn't care if anyone thought being a lesbian was wrong or right. It sure felt right last night. She wasn't even going to think about the rest of the evening she told herself. It was all too much, even if she was turned on, and she knew if she dwelt on it she'd be racked with guilt. She was married, yet she had been fucked by at least five guys.
"Yeah, best just to forget about it," She told herself.
Sheila made her way out of Yolanda's bedroom. Nobody else seemed awake. She put on her shoes and gathered her purse and headed out of the house. She walked home, having a cigarette, but not really enjoying it, since she was hung over. The nicotine helped wake her up a little though.
As she neared home she grabbed her cell phone from her purse to check if her husband had called her last night. She didn't remember if she had called to let him know she wasn't coming home. Or was she supposed to call if she would come home. Her head was too foggy to put all the pieces together.
No missed calls. That was a good sign right? Sheila noticed the time on her cell phone was 6:24am. She'd been walking for some time, what time did she get up? No wonder she felt so bad.
As she crept into her home she expected the worst. She knew Kyle would smell sex on her. She could still see a little bit of crusted cum on the front of her dress. Her mind raced a mile-a-minute to think of excuses. There was a brief thought about saying she was raped, which may have been somewhat true. She pushed those away.
"Screw it. If he knows, then I'll just deal with it and take what I deserve," She thought to herself. Fear built up inside her as she thought of losing her husband and house. She really did love Kyle. She didn't completely understand why she had this sudden need for sexual excitement, or even danger.
As she made her way to the kitchen she was ready for it all to come crashing down. If Kyle was up, he wasn't in the kitchen. Sheila got a glass of water and searched the cupboard for some aspirin. She took two pills and downed her water. "That should help a little bit," She thought.
Sheila then quietly made her way to the bedroom. Kyle was fast asleep under the covers. He must not have minded having the bed to himself, seeing as he was wrapped up in a cocoon with all the covers.
Sheila breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stripped out of her dress. She let her hair down then pushed the dress to the bottom of the hamper. Kyle never did laundry, so he was unlikely to see any cum on the dress as long as it wasn't on the top of the dirty clothes.
Then Sheila went and took a shower. The warm water felt amazing on her sore body. She lazily cleaned herself, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the shower.
When she was done and toweled off, she slipped into her most comfy pink cotton pajama bottoms and a loose T-shirt of Kyle's. Then she snuggled up next to him in bed.
Kyle briefly woke up as she unwrapped him to steal some covers.
"Morning sweetheart. You girls have fun last night?" he asked, half asleep.
Sheila's heart almost stopped as she thought he meant her and Eve. Then she remembered her cover story of going out with Emily.
"Yeah baby, drank too much, danced too much, ate too much," She lied, then added "I missed you."
She felt like such a tramp, lying to him, but she didn't really regret it. She was coming to grips with the fact that she could love him and be a filthy slut too.
The couple cuddled up next to each other and dozed off.
They woke later and spent the day around the house being lazy. Both of them were pretty hungover, and they stayed in their pajamas the whole day. Sheila wasn't all that surprised, by now, at how easy she could act like nothing happened.
Tomorrow she would have to go back to work. The thought of running into Eve, or even Javier, had her thinking impure thoughts again.
She didn't know if she would be mad at them or just throw either one in a broom closet and have her way with them. A smile played on the corner of her mouth as she thought how it might be nice to get even and take advantage of them.
Chances were that they'd avoid her, and she'd avoid them. Only time would tell.
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