The three of us had showered and then reconvened in the living room. They had given me one of Gemma's robes that was pink, silk and barely covered my ass. Which seemed to amuse them both.
William seemed surprisingly okay about the fact I'd essentially violated him barely an hour before but I suspected that he'd actually enjoyed it.
We talked late into the night and shared a bottle of wine. As midnight approached William announced that it was late and I should stay in the guest room rather than try and get a cab back to the hotel.
Had I not been so physically spent and had the wine not softened my mind I would have refused. I'd done what I went there to do and a whole lot more. But instead I accepted and took William's direction as I walked towards the stairs.
Walking up the curve of the stairs William followed me up. I could feel his eyes on me. Drilling into the back of my head. Maybe he wasn't okay with the ass raping I'd given him. I hurried up the stairs as quick as I could without raising a question. I wasn't about to get thrown down the stairs by a cuckolded husband.
Closing the guest room door behind me I let out a slow sigh and clambered into bed, my head spinning as I tried to process everything that had transpired in the last few hours. Seeing Gemma again was one thing, fucking her silly was another. Raping her husband... It was a confusing thing. On the one hand the darkest side of me that I kept hidden enjoyed the violation. I enjoyed taking something from him like he had done to me. More than that fucking another man sparked something in me. Something I'd long ago thought I'd laid to rest. It felt good. It wasn't just the humiliation I'd heaped upon William, it felt...right.