"Are you sure you'll be all right tonight, darling," Lynn anxiously inquired, struggling to keep her guilt out of her voice as she walked from the bedroom to the living room, buttoning her coat up right around her neck. It was a week since that terrible night at the Executive Club and Lynn was just about to leave to attend the McHenry's party. At this moment, it was all she could do not to break down and confess what she had done to her husband, but he had been so cold and strange with her this week that she was afraid he would just walk out on her if he ever knew.
"Oh, don't worry about me, honey. If Marian wants you to play bridge with her tonight, you certainly couldn't turn her down," Ed shrugged, not looking up from the newspaper he was reading. "Besides, I know you're anxious to develop your friendship with the McHenry's."
Lynn startled a little at the emphasis her husband put on the word friendship, then decided that she must be so upset she was imagining things. After what Marian had told her about this party, Lynn was afraid she was going to be forced to become "friends" with every executive in the company, but she prayed that it would not be that bad. The redhead had promised that Lynn would be amply supplied with the pale-green liquor she had drunk the other night and the young woman hoped that the strange drink would numb her enough so that her revulsion at what she had to do wouldn't show. She had tried to back out when she talked to Marian earlier that day and the older woman had threatened to immediately call Ed at the office. Just hearing the words had been enough to make Lynn recapitulate. There was no way out, except to submit to their horrible demands.
"Well, I'll see you later then, darling," she finally said, hoping against hope that Ed would suddenly demand that she stay home tonight. "If I'm not home early, don't wait up. Marian said these things sometimes go on until late into the night."
"All right, honey. Good-bye." Once again, he did not look up but concentrated on folding the paper so that he could read a particular article more easily.
The young wife felt tears well in her eyes at the cool farewell Ed had given her, but she knew that she deserved no better, even though he had no way of knowing about her betrayal of their marriage vows. And now, tonight, she would have to betray them again in order to preserve her guilty secret.
Struggling to control the wracking sobs that were threatening to burst past her lips, she muttered a hurried good-bye and rushed out the door into the winter night.
As soon as he heard the loud slam of the front door, Ed tossed away the paper he had been pretending to read and cursed under his breath. He'd pay back the dirty little whore if it was the last thing he ever did, he swore to himself as he rose from the couch and walked back toward the bedroom where she had been dressing. He wished now that he had just gone in and throttled the little bitch and McHenry too when he had caught them naked and fucking away like there was no tomorrow in that other bedroom on the second floor of the Executive Club. But, no, instead he had just stood there like a dummy and stared at his own blonde wife thrashing and moaning under his boss's pistoning cock, too stunned and hurt to do anything but gape at the horrifying vision. Of course, he had to admit that the main reason that he had even looked in that bedroom was for the added stimulation of watching another couple screwing, so that he could go right back and have another round with Marian; but with him it was different.
Ed hadn't fucked McHenry's wife for anything but sex, and, well, maybe business too, but Lynn was too inexperienced to understand anything like that. If she was letting George stuff his cock into her pussy, it was because the stupid bitch thought she was in love with him – and Ed could never forgive her for that! After the years of work and sacrifice he had wasted on her, he had been unable to anything but rush back into the other bedroom at the club, pull on his clothes and rush home. At the time, he had felt too guilty about having just laid Marian McHenry to even want to chastise his wife – but now, after what she was doing tonight, it had taken all his self-control not to strangle her before she breezed out the door on her way to another meeting with her new lover.
Oh, yes, Ed fumed as he dropped down on the bed he and his wife had shared, he knew where she was going – but only because of a little ace in the hole that she didn't know about. Marian McHenry wasn't playing bridge tonight because she had invited Ed to a party this afternoon – a sex party she was holding while George was away on a business trip. And Ed was willing to bet that McHenry's business trip wouldn't take him any further than some cheap out-of-town motel where he was meeting his innocent little wife, Lynn the tramp!
Well, he wasn't about to stay home mourning his cheating wife, he raged inwardly as he tore off the clothes he had worn home from work. Hell, no, he was going over to Marian's party and get his share of all that sweet, young pussy those executives always seemed to have around – and maybe make some more points toward that promotion too!
Ed still wasn't quite sure why the redhead had invited him. She had said that it was a very private bash for the really big men at Amalgamated Industries, but when he had worried aloud about whether or not he, a mere junior executive, would be welcome, she had said something he hadn't quite understood… something about "keeping George on his toes." He guessed that she had the same suspicions about McHenry's business trip that he, Ed, had, but he hadn't asked. At this point, he didn't really care.
All he wanted now was revenge against his lying, cheating wife – and he'd get it tonight. Brunettes, redheads, and even other blondes would probably be all over the McHenry house tonight, all with their legs spread wide open and waiting…