Cheating is Hard

By this point in the story series you need to have read at least one of the first three chapters. But at this point the ladies have made a few mistakes and covered them nicely to continue cheating without their husbands finding out.

Now, what happens when something you can't plan for happens? You don't really have to suspend any disbelief for this, because as rare as may be for what happens it is actually possible. Like I said, how can you plan for this? Anyways, I think the scene is pretty funny; hope you do too!

Thanks again to my Anonymous editor for the fine work on this chapter.

On Wednesday Kamsey called Kurt and said the girls were going out after work and if it would be ok with him for her to join them. It just seemed right to get his permission, especially to reduce any suspicions. And she'd be sure to be home on-time as well. Being late would be a sure-fire way to raise suspicion, and suspicion even if unwarranted could result in investigation, a heightened perception, and that is the last thing Kamsey needed given her multiple affairs.

The "going out after work" was not to a bar or nightclub. It was over to a guy's home in the far suburbs. And it wasn't with the girls, that is, plural. It was with one of the girls who knew this guy and his hot friend, who she'd been fucking for a few months. Carol was another woman with very loose morals and played the field with her long legs, big boobs, and flirting smile.

Upon arriving, the host had been preparing hors d'ourves and setting them out. Chicken tenders, cut veggies, cubed cheese, different crackers.. "Kamsey, try these chicken tenders. It's my specialty!" Kamsey was attracted to the man's smile, and flirtingly smiled back, took a toothpick and ate the chicken.

Immediately she recognized it hadn't been cooked through, and probably had been sitting out a while. Yet not wanting to offend her host, and especially wanting something "else" from her host, she didn't complain and tried another, this time with some Dijon to assist the taste.

Two things didn't take long. One, for the host and Kamsey to stand close and kiss each other, hands roaming and fondling. The other, about 30 minutes later, was some facial distress that Carol noticed.

"Kam, is something wrong?" she asked as Kamsey quickly pulled away from the man. Kamsey's face looked ashen, ill, as she grabbed her buttocks and scooted down the hallway to the bathroom, muttering, "no, no, no, oh god this isn't happening!"

Carol rushed down the hallway as the bathroom door closed. She heard the toilet seat hitting the basin as Kamsey slammed it down. After all, this was a man's home and don't men leave the toilet seat up?

Next was the sound of guttural whooshes, exhalations, farts, splots and splashes interrupted by Kamsey's "ugghhh," and then "oh nooo!" said in a panicked, worried tone.

Knocking on the door, Carol asked, "Kamsey are you ok in there? Kam?"

The door slightly opened with Kamsey leaning forward. "I think I got food poisoning and it just came out my bottom. And it's all over my panties!"

"Let me in girlfriend! I'll help you out." Though embarrassed, Kamsey got herself cleaned up as good as she could and said she had to go home, but couldn't wear her completely shitted panties. She wrapped them in toilet paper and stuffed them in the trash can to hide her embarrassment.

"I can't go commando, I might have another accident on the way home!" Her face was streaked with tears and uncertainty.

Carol bent over and removed her panties. "Here, wear mine. I won't be needing them tonight, and if you leave I'll have those two guys to myself! So don't worry about it. Just get home safely, ok?"

Kamsey was grateful as she pulled on her friend's panties, but with her own privates moist from cleaning she didn't notice Carol's panties were moist as well. She made it home without another bout of diarrhea, took some Pepto and went to bed in the spare room just in case there was another accident during the night.

In the morning, she was feeling much better but stayed home just to make sure she was past potential fecal disasters and spent time cleaning the house. By Friday she was good enough to go to work. Saturday and Sunday she spent with Kurt making love, shopping for antiques, enjoying their marital time together.

Early the next week Kurt went to the men's room at work to urinate. Outside the men's room anyone walking past would have heard "YEOWWW!" - a howl of pain lasting as long as the urine stream took to finish.

About the same time, Kamsey took a bathroom break feeling an itchiness in her vagina. Sitting on the toilet and wiping she found a weird discharge on the toilet paper, smelly, and when she peed it hurt. She thought she had a UTI, but with that discharge?

Coming out of the bathroom she ran into Carol, who grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the bathroom. "Kamsey, I'm embarrassed to tell you this but remember when I gave you my panties?"

"Uh-huh, sure I do. I appreciated your help Carol."

"Yeah? Well you won't appreciate this. I had sex the last several days before that with different guys. Unprotected, you know? It's the best, right? But, well, it turns out I got a STI and the day I gave you my panties I also had sex with the IT nerd upstairs. I cleaned up, but, well, there might have been some discharge in those panties I gave you."

"What the fuck Carol! You gave me cum-filled panties?"

"No no no. Not cum filled exactly, I cleaned up. But, well I had been experiencing some weird discharge for a few days and it turns out it's from an STI. You might have one if your cooch was on what got on my panties."

"Carol, that's so gross I can't even think about it. I didn't know you could get an STI from someone's panties!"

"But these weren't clean panties, Kam. They were sort of - used? Ya' know?"

"Oh fuck me. I've got to go. I've got to get to a clinic and get tested. Shit, and I had sex all weekend with my husband! Fuck. Carol, go fuck youself you skank!"

"Hey Kam, calm down. We're both sluts so don't throw stones at me bitch."

Sure enough, Kamsey's STI results were positive and she was prescribed an antibiotic. But it would put a crimp in her sexual activity for a few weeks with both her APs and her husband. How would she explain this?

"Kurt, that stomach virus is back, I don't think I should sleep in our bed the next few nights." That was her excuse to avoid her husband through the weekend. But did he catch an STI from her? Kurt never said a thing to her. Kamsey was relieved, he probably was ok.

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The girls skipped that week for their meet-ups and a week later Kamsey and Gail met up at a boutique distillery in the tasting room. Gail laughed uproariously at Kamsey's panty predicament to the consternation of Kamsey.

"You mean, hahahaha, you mean that Mrs. Careful, Mrs. Planning Ahead, Mrs. Don't-Make-Mistakes got an STI from wearing someone else's panties???" Gail had a chest cramp from laughing. Fortunately it was early enough in the day that the tasting room was empty.

"Shut up Gail. Fuck you."

That made Gail laugh even more, getting up to find a napkin to wipe the tears from her eyes. The Distillery Assistant looked up with a smile as he was wiping down the bar and arranging the inventory. Two beautiful, well-dressed, sexy women were in his tasting room, one with jiggling breasts from her laughter, one with a dour expression with her arms across her buxom chest.

He poured a flight of shots of the distillery's different spirits and brought it over to the sexy women. "It's on the house ladies, courtesy of me. Let me know if I may be of service."

"That you may be of service?" parroted Gail, with finger quotes on the word "service." The ladies looked at each other and broke out into a shrill, broken cackle, their shoulders shaking, clutching their sides until the laugh devolved into continuous giggles. As their eyes opened there was a bright sparkle and twinkle in their eyes.

The handsome young man was experienced enough with inebriated women to know how to recognize a double entendre. Yet, these two had not yet had any alcohol. But again, he was experienced enough to have a witty comeback.

"Yes, I can be of further service. Especially if the whiskey needs a chaser, I could accommodate that. In fact, there are other liquids I keep warm for just such occasions. Just let me know!"

Both Kamsey and Gail's red faces were brimming with a smile, the happiness endorphins flowing through their bodies. Kamsey raised her eyebrows to Gail as if to ask, "yes?" Gail gave a slight nod and reached out her hand and took the Assistant's hand. "What's your name love?"

The handsome young man replied, "Whatever you would like it to be?"

Flirting words to these women were like a magnet that drew Kamsey's hands to his upper thigh, not too firm, but light enough to be recognized while slowly brushing up toward the crotch while Gail held his gaze in hers and stroked her palm against his.

"Sweet Cheeks, I think we'll call you sweet cheeks. Are you the only worker here today?"

He smirked, "no, there's others in the warehouse and distillery. I got in early and thought I'd clean up the tasting room. We don't usually open this early. How about I show both of you around?" he asked, looking over his shoulder as he locked the front doors and turned the sign to "closed."

The ladies stood up, grabbed a shot and downed it, and each put an arm around him and walked where he led. They took a flight of stairs up to a large viewing deck of the equipment laid out below - the condensers, fermenters, components for handling the mash, wash, and finished product. There were couches and lounge chairs where patrons could sit and enjoy their flights of liquor.

Gail pushed him onto the sofa and plopped herself on his lap, her arm around his neck, while Kamsey scooched behind Gail and leaned her neck over Gail's shoulder and began kissing her neck. The ladies began kissing each other sensually, their tongues winding together, slurping as the passion began to increase.

Gail began to feel a lump grow under her bum as she wiggled on the young man's lap, while his eyes were hungrily looking at the scene playing out before him. From behind her, Kamsey reached down and pulled up Gail's shirt over her head, revealing her thin bralette supporting her perfectly shaped C breasts. The young man leaned over and kissed Gail tenderly as his arms went around her and pulled her to his chest. She adjusted her legs to straddle him, kissing him feverishly.

So involved in the uptake of her passion she didn't recognize his hands releasing the clasp on her back until she felt the cool air on her breast and nipples, hardening in the excitement. His lips alternated between her mouth and her breasts, when she'd toss her head back, reveling in the emotion and passion and spontaneity of the moment, this being an unplanned 'cheat' and her first threesome.

Kamsey felt alone as Gail had moved over the lap of the young man, the passionate feeling of Gail's lips receding, her mind becoming more alert and cognizant of their surroundings. She sat on the arm of the sofa and looked around, only hearing noise from the warehouse floor below, wondering if they only knew what was going on one level up.

She turned her attention back to Gail and the young man, as Gail was humping and grinding his erection through his pants. Smiling, Kamsey got on her knees in front of them and reached around to unbutton Gail's pants, and was able to undo the man's belt buckle and jeans button as well.

Gail rose to her knees, allowing Kamsey to pull her pants down to her knees along with her thong, then Gail leaned on one knee to help Kamsey pull off one pant leg, and then the other. Gail was now naked, humping a wet spot onto the crotch of the young man's jeans, her head falling onto the young man's shoulder as she was striving to masturbate herself to orgasm.

The young man was now looking over Gail's shoulder as she was working herself up, looking at Kamsey. He flashed a smile and winked at her. Kamsey stood up and slowly unbuttoned her shirt to reveal the upper half of a red sheer thong bodysuit, her luscious breasts and dark nips visible through the mesh. Teasingly, the young man licked his lips and smiled again.

Kamsey unbuttoned her slacks and slid them down her long toned legs, kicking off her heels, and stood barefoot in her bodysuit posing for the young man, then slowly turning around to show her firm butt cheeks separated by the bodysuit's thong. She bent over and grabbed her ankles and looked at him through her legs, upside down, wiggling her ass.

The young man began humping Gail while looking at Kamsey, with Gail's moans growing louder. Kasmsey looked around once again, concerned that careless Gail would attract attention when Gail moaned loudly as she came and squirted all over the young man's pants. His mouth opened in shock and disbelief, his eyes wide with both wonder and surprise, perhaps uncertainty of what to do next.

Gail slumped off to the side and the young man took the opportunity to stand and get his pants off, releasing his cock to jut straight out. He grabbed Kamsey by the shoulders and planted a wide mouthed kiss on her, hungrily and clumsily trying to absorb as much of her as he could. He was already ahead of her in his excitement, and surprised her with a hard pull that brought the straps of the bodysuit down to expose her breasts, her nipples already primed, her upper chest flush.

His mouth quickly found her orbs of pleasure, his lips and fingers massaging, sucking, licking with Kamsey holding his head to her chest, her pussy beginning to feel the need for attention.

When he came up for air she quickly dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock and balls to control him. She felt powerful when she performed fellatio, controlling her men, only permitting their orgasm when she wanted and how she wanted, looking up from below to their faces, looking for the pleading in their eyes to be released. Their look of need and desire made her wet with power.

Gail finished undressing and while Kamsey was manhandling the front side, she began licking his ass while running her hands softly all over his legs and back, reaching around front to his nips and pinching them. Both women realized how the young man reacted to the pleasure vs pain dynamic and used it to their advantage.

Kamsey pushed him back on the sofa and straddled him, pulling her thong to the side, grabbing his cock and inserting it with a passionate thrust and began riding the young man. Her breasts were bouncing in his face, her nipples grazing his day-old beard, further stimulating and tingling her nerves, her nipples throbbing for more affection.

The young man was already worked up from Gail's humping him through his pants and Kamsey could tell he was straining to hold in his orgasm, so she focused on her own pleasure before it was too late. She opened her eyes and saw his eyes pleading, his face straining as if in pain, knowing it was because of her that he was about to blow, and she came, and came, and came as the young man flooded her love canal.

"Kam? Kam? Are you ok?" Kamsey's eyes started to focus, she thought she was hearing her friend's voice. "Kam, look at me, are you ok?" Her eyes began to focus on the wood ceiling of the warehouse, and realized she was laying flat on the floor with her head in the young man's lap holding her, and Gail kneeling over her.

"God, what happened Gail?"

"I think you orgasmed yourself unconscious Kam! You were amazing! Are you ok?"

The young man helped her sit up. She was still naked, realizing she was now the only one naked. Gail brought her clothes and helped her dress. The young man pointed out the bathrooms so they could get cleaned up.

On the way out he offered his phone number but the girls had that one-time rule. No repeat engagements, no long-term affair with the same man as it was too dangerous to get emotionally involved and compromised. Plus, those were more difficult relationships to end.

"Fuck, Gail. I can't believe how good that was."

"Because we were spontaneous Kam. That's what's so good about going with the flow, and skipping all this getting the other clothes out of the car, locking our burner phones, and all the other shit we do to keep our sex lives effervescent while keeping our husbands and secure home life."

"Whew, I'm still recovering. But I'll admit the spontaneity is fantastic but we both know how dangerous it is. At least we were both here to keep watch over each other. But we can't do this alone. Much too risky. Hell, he could have been taking pictures of me naked while I was passed out! He could have pulled up numbers on my phone and found Kurt's!"

"I know. You've always criticized my need for those quickies that come out of nowhere but I know you're right. Listen, I think we should stop off before we get home and recheck how we look, you know, make sure everything's tucked in and we're clean enough. That was pretty intense, Kamsey, and in the name of caution I think we should just do a double-check."

It felt gratifying to Kamsey that Gail seemed to appreciate the seriousness of the caution she'd been advocating over the past year. Doing a double-check made sense, especially since they both were so emotionally compromised at the distillery. It's best to make sure they didn't miss anything.

End of Chapter 4