The slamming of the front door brought back her senses. She tossed the pistol back into the drawer and slammed it shut, then ran to the bed as tears streamed down her face. She fell onto the covers, her body jerking with the shame she felt.

Her tears flowed freely to the pillow as Tom walked into the room.

He took one look at her jerking nakedness, then walked to the bed and sat beside his beautiful wife. She'd been crying all the goddamned night because of him and his stupidity. He never should've walked out when she needed him so badly.

"My God, darling! What've I done to you?" he groaned, placing his hands on her naked shoulders and kneading tenderly. "I didn't realize I was leaving you in such a predicament. Jesus, I'm sorry! Please, forgive me! I didn't know you were going to lie here and cry all night. Hell, I thought you were joking when you said you needed me."

Her body jerked even more beneath his caressing hands. Her concerned husband thought she was crying because he'd left her last night. The poor thing couldn't know why her heart was breaking. He was trying to place the blame on himself. It was true that he'd made her need a cock, but he hadn't twisted her arm and forced her to fuck John. She turned over and looked at him through tear filled eyes, knowing he would see the shame and guilt on her face.

His hands rested on her breasts as she settled beneath him, then his fingers twirled her nipples between them. He felt her pull away from him, then he looked into her face. He didn't see shame nor guilt on her beautiful face; he only saw the hurt she felt. He couldn't blame her for pulling away; he'd hurt her terribly.

"I-I-I wasn't joking, Tom," her voice jerked. "I needed you! You're responsible for everything that happened to me."

"I know, and I'm really sorry about that," he apologized. "I just wish you hadn't been alone all night, especially since you were crying your heart out for me."