Chapter Ten – Cheryl Confesses
As Cheryl drove toward the gym she simply broke down. The tears poured down her cheeks, as the guilt became too much for her to bear.
"How could I betray Chris like that?" wept the young blonde to her self as she struggled to control her emotions as she drove down the road. "I'm turning into something that I swore I would never be."
It was good that she had a workout scheduled for that night. It served to keep her busy and her mind occupied and off of her troubles. It also helped to alleviate some stress.
Even though she felt total guilt and complete remorse for what had happened today, from time to time, certain visions were totally take her off guard. She'd be driving along, concentrating on the road, when all at once a completely vivid vision would invade her mind. She would see Thomas reclining in his chair, stroking the most incredible cock she had ever seen. Her mind's eye would stop right on the image, studying the amazing sight. And her pussy would start to simply drip.
These images were absolutely driving her crazy. Each time one would come to her, she would get an overwhelming desire to reach down and touch herself. To tease her eager pussy into an intense orgasm, just as she had done when she was on her knees worshipping that amazing cock with her mouth. And the images came at the most inopportune times. Like when she was driving, or trying to lift weights, or talking to someone. There was simply no predicting when they would jump into the young blonde's mind and take over control of her though process.
Cheryl knew what she had to do. She loved Chris with all her heart, and there was simply no way she could keep something like this from him. After all, it was him who agreed to allow Thomas to rub that amazing cock all over her in the first place. So, like it or not, he was at least partially to blame for what occurred today.
Chris had traveled to Europe a couple days ago on business, as a favor to Thomas and Belinda when Belinda's father had injured himself during the recent blackout. Europe was 7 hours ahead in time, so Chris had agreed to call Cheryl at midnight her time/7 am his time, just before he left for work that day.
Cheryl spent the time just before this call torturing her self with how she would confess to her husband. She had rehearsed the scene over and over in her mind – trying different tacts each time. Finally, after agonizing over the confession for hours, the young blonde decided that the best approach would be and honest, frank, heartfelt confession. She wouldn't sugar coat it, she would simply tell her husband like it is, and remind him that she was still completely in love with him and that she felt horrible over what had occurred.
Cheryl's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her phone.
"Hello," answered Cheryl.
"Hey, how's my favorite girl in the entire world?" asked Chris. He obviously was missing his hot young wife, and his enthusiasm showed through in his voice. "Man did I have a horrible flight! My flight into O'hare was delayed 2 hours, which caused me to miss my international flight. I had to wait another 6 hours in Chicago to catch the next one. By the time I got here I was completely exhausted!"
Cheryl listened intently, but if she had later been quizzed on what her husband was telling her, she likely could not have repeated it very well. Her mind was still on what she had to tell him.
"Chris, there's something I need to tell you," said Cheryl in a very serious tone that immediately captured Chris's full attention.
"What's wrong baby?"
"I've debated for hours about how to tell you this, but I've decided to just tell you EXACTLY what happened. I love you more than anything, and the last thing I want is to lose you. However, something happened, and I feel absolutely awful about it."
"OK, I'm listening."
"Well, when we all decided that you would go to Europe in place of Thomas, Belinda asked another favor of me. She asked me to prepare one hot meal for Thomas the night before he would go to join her. I loved the idea of getting to let someone else try my spaghetti to see if they would like it as much as you."
"Hey – your spaghetti IS totally awesome," interjected Chris.
"Yeah. Well, I prepared it all, and took it over to him on the way to my workout. Belinda had asked me to sneak in the back, prepare it all, then surprise him – otherwise he'd never accept the gift. So, that's what I did."
"You women are so sneaky," laughed Chris. "Actually that sounds like a really nice thing to do for them, so what's the problem baby?"
"Well, I followed her instructions to the letter. I went to their house, setup all the food in the kitchen, and was going to creep into the living room and scare Thomas just for fun. What I didn't anticipate was...when I crept in on him, he was sitting in his recliner with a magazine, his shorts pulled down masturbating. Just as I came in he looked up."
"Oh my. That MUST have been embarrassing," replied Chris, starting to feel some concern for his wife. He could hear the edge in her voice, and knew she felt really bad.
"So, he pretty much jumped up, pulled up his shorts, and was apologizing all over the place. I should have just told him it was ok and got the heck outta there, but I stayed for awhile to let him know it was OK and that I wasn't upset or mad at him – that it was just an accident. Unfortunately, things wound up getting out of hand. He wound up showing it to me again – and I wound up getting him off again," finished Cheryl as she began to openly weep on the phone.
"Hey, hey, hey. Cheryl, it's all right. Don't keep torturing yourself over this. I know you're upset. I'm not sure HOW I feel about this yet, and this is kind of a bad time to try to discuss it. I see my driver has arrived downstairs and I have to go. Maybe that's for the best. I'll have some time to mull this all over in my mind and we can talk more about it when I get home tonight. No matter what, you need to know that I love you."
This pushed Cheryl over the edge. She was opening sobbing. "Chris, I am SO SORRY. I love you too! I never meant for it to happen."
"OK honey. We'll talk more tonight. I really have to run now."
"OK. Bye."
