"Errrr… ahhhh… darling," Betty stammered.

But she could think of nothing to say.

It was obviously not a case of rape. And there was no way that her husband would believe that she had just taken two cocks up her cunt by some sort of mistake.

The men eyed him warily, hoping he did not attack them while they were naked and vulnerable.

But Bill moved to the nightstand and snatched up the car keys.

"Happy fucking anniversary!" he snarled to Betty.

Then he turned and stormed out, leaving his wife naked on the bed with her two lovers. They all looked at each other in dismay.

But they had been caught and it was too late to do anything about it now and, since her husband had left, they figured they might as well fuck some more.

They didn't expect him to return soon. And, anyhow, one couldn't be hanged twice for the same crime.

And Vince and Joe were both already well hung, anyway.

Betty was worried and troubled about her marriage, but she could still console herself on some more cock.

And, in truth, she didn't need to worry at all…

Bill went out and got into the red convertible and sat shaking behind the wheel. He felt that he had salvaged his pride somewhat, by pretending to be furious and taking back her anniversary present.

But his prick was on the rampage. He was too worked up to return the car to the dealer where he'd bought it, which was on the other side of town. He was in a hurry to return home again, as soon as he had made his gesture of revenge. And besides, he didn't trust himself to drive very far with such a hard-on. So much blood had gone into the building of that towering erection that he felt dizzy and light-headed.

Bill drove to the nearest used-car dealer and left the car to be sold on consignment.

"Take whatever you can get," he told the dealer, impatient to be off.

Bill headed back home, where his wife was continuing to be unfaithful to him – as he had hoped.