Roy never discovered Donna's fuck session with the traveling salesman, but that didn't make her feel any less ashamed of herself. She'd been stricken with remorse as soon as Townes had left that afternoon.

How could she have given her pussy to another man? It didn't matter how horny she was. When Roy returned from work that evening, Donna showered him with attention, purging her guilt by being as nice to him as she could. She swore to herself that she'd never cheat on him again.

But that was before Phil joined them, for a drinking party a few nights later.

Phil was one of Roy's buddies at work. At twenty-six he was closer to Donna's age, and he still had the long hair and beard he'd grown in college. Donna had been secretly attracted to him for a long time – as horny as she was, she was attracted to a lot of men – and several times she'd caught Phil glancing hungrily at her big tits and shapely ass. But if they hadn't been drunk she would never have dreamed of doing, anything about it.

Now Phil, Roy and Donna had been sitting in the living room guzzling booze for the past several hours, and Donna could feel the conversation becoming dangerously loose. Roy was stoned enough to make sexual comments about her body, and Phil didn't seem to mind looking where her husband was pointing. Donna kept fidgeting. She didn't like the way she felt, but the talk was turning her on.

"Tell me the truth," Roy said drunkenly, swinging his glass and spilling scotch all over the sofa. "Does my wife, or does she not, have the biggest fucking pair of tits you've ever seen?"