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Tiffany was up when I rose the next morning in some distress. Not as bad as it could have been due to the water and aspirin, but still bad. Tiffany had a robe over her night clothes, reading the Sunday paper. I came out and immediately downed another glass of water and more aspirin.

"Would you like some toast and eggs?" Tiffany asked, setting down the financial section.

"Not yet. My head and stomach still haven't caught up to the rest of me."

"Sorry to hear that. I felt reasonably good this morning, but you drank substantially more than me. Did it help?"

"The drinking or the conversation?"

"Either, both," Tiffany replied.

"The conversation more than the drinking," I said. "I got plastered after the first time Oliver made me fuck another person. This elderly black gentleman who collected shells on the beach was the first. He didn't speak English, only French. I had to use a translation app on my phone to converse with him. At first, he didn't want to fuck me because I explained I was being blackmailed, but he finally agreed in order to save my marriage. I thought I'd only have to suck him at first and I was grateful it wasn't more, but Oliver made me fuck him afterward. I asked if I could skip it because the man was older and I thought it would take me awhile to get him hard again. I think he was offended, because he quickly got hard enough to fuck me, then hard again when I had to clean him off. He was a very good lover. If not for the reasons I was doing it, I would have enjoyed him more. Anyway - I got wasted afterwards, and they had to get me sober enough to go out eating with friends that night."

What was I doing? I was still keeping Stan and Kathy secret. If I didn't think Tiffany was my betrayer, I needed to open up about things.

"We met Stan and Kathy Wright the first full day we were there. They were the ones who caught us making love in the tub. Kathy helped me get through all the stuff I had to go through. She got drunk with me, after the first one, commiserating, like we just did."

"How did you get away from Tanner enough to have sex with other people?"

"They helped me. Stan went golfing with Tanner the first time, and invited him to play poker at his place with him and his buddies when I had to fuck the people in the night club. She's the one who talked me out of killing myself after that little episode and suggested I hire a private eye to find out who was blackmailing me."

"I'm surprised they didn't try to convince you to tell Tanner right away after you learned you were being blackmailed."

"She did. She and Stan are swingers. She didn't think it was all that big a deal I sucked another guys cock. It was only after she saw the movie of me in my wedding gown on my knees swallowing his cum, she said, 'I don't know if Stan could have forgiven me if I did it on my wedding day before the ceremony.' She became more hesitant about telling Tanner after she saw it. Kathy warned me it would get worse, which it did, but left it up to me to decide."

"I think I would have tried harder," Tiffany said. "The only thing you had to worry about at the beginning was sucking a cock at your wedding. You could have lived that one down. Sure, it might have harmed or perhaps ruined your marriage to Tanner, but you wouldn't be in the fix you're in now. I'm wondering if even Tanner is worth it, and I like him a lot. It was only speculation he would leave you. Now, he'd almost have to or become a total laughingstock."

"Hindsight. I agree totally. I was young, naive and inexperienced. Every decision I made was rushed. Tell him at the wedding before the ceremony is about to start. Tell him before our honeymoon's about to start and hope he forgives me. Tell him before I fuck another man the first time. Tell him how many other people I've fucked before Oliver took my ass when I wanted to give it to Tanner first. Never any time to think. Do it now or this is going public. You'll be publicly exposed as a slut and whore. I wish a million times over I'd made different choices."

"You're language has become more coarse since this began as well. No more kitty or make love. Now it's fuck and cunt all the time."

"Oliver never lets me gentrify the terms, or even go with scientific terminology. He said vaginas are for doctors, pussies for ladies, cunts are for whores. Since I'm a whore, it's the language I have to use. Same with cocks. It's cocks or pricks, not a penis. Ass or asshole, not butt or buttocks. Fuck, not screw or make love. I try to watch my mouth around others, but it's getting harder. Tanner's noticed it too, but he thinks I'm loosening up because I'm married now and having sex regularly. He thought calling my cunt a kitty or vajayjay was funny. He's shocked when I say cunt, but appreciates pussy. I admit I'm not making love to anyone but Tanner. Everything else I do is fucking. Even screwing is too polite a term for it. I suck cock, my cunt is fucked. My ass is reamed. No more fellatio or cunnilingus. Call a spade a spade."

"Are you ready for some breakfast now?"

"Sure."

Tiffany got up and made scrambled eggs and bacon. I made and buttered the toast to make myself useful. We sat down and ate, and I was hungry, eating every morsel she set before me. Unburdening myself had a secondary benefit. I felt hungrier than I'd felt in a long time.

"Since I'm opening up to you, would you like to hear what else Tanner and I did on our honeymoon?"

"There's more?"

"This had nothing to do with Oliver, at least in a direct way. Like everything else since, it might have unlocked a door. Stan and Kathy invited us to play strip poker. They were very casual about their nudity. I told you they were swingers. They initially wanted us to swing with them. We wouldn't, but the strip poker, Tanner was okay with. I was reluctant, but by this point, I'd seen all of them naked. Stan had rented a boat and taken us all to a little private island for some snorkeling, sun bathing and water skiing. I was the only one who wore a suit, but it was the white one Taylor gave me with butt floss in the back, and becoming practically transparent when wet, so they'd pretty much seen all I had already before deciding to play strip poker, plus they'd seen us having sex in the tub the first day. I was feeling friendly towards them because of all their help. Since they'd seen me almost naked, and to please Tanner and not be a total wet blanket, I finally agreed to play.

"There were penalties involved in losing. In addition to a shot of absinthe - which by the way, I recommend you never drink - the winner collected a minute long kiss from the loser. Since Tanner refused to kiss Stan and vice versa, the wives could pay the penalty for their husband. At first, I let Tanner pay my penalty for losing to Kathy, but after watching them kiss a couple times, I paid my own penalty. It was the first time I ever had what I'd call an erotic kiss with a woman. So Kathy and I did all of the kissing with the men, kissing whenever we won or lost and when our husbands won or lost to the other man,There was also a final penalty to be paid from the overall loser to the overall winner, to masturbate for them. Loser chose whether to do it for the group or privately.

"As you might imagine, playing strip poker, getting more and more naked, drinking, kissing each other in various states of undress, it got a little looser as the night went on. A fairly chaste kiss at the start, was pretty much an all out make out session when we were almost naked and drunker at the end. It was the first time I'd ever kissed another erect and naked man since I didn't kiss the guy on the beach or the guys in the club; in front of my husband, no less. I was the overall loser, getting really unlucky towards the end. Kathy was the winner. Since I didn't want there to be any question as to what I was doing with Kathy, I masturbated for the group. I had a very intense orgasm being watched by all of them. As soon as I climaxed, Tanner started fucking me in front of them and they fucked each other too. I passed out sometime during the night. I wasn't sure if anyone else had fucked me; I was covered in cum when I woke up and I was so mad at Tanner for letting it happen. He told me I could have said something, and I didn't. I pulled him into me as soon as he stuck his cock into me, so he held me equally responsible. Tanner denied anyone else fucked me. It's the first and craziest thing I've ever done without being forced into it by Oliver."

"You passed out while you were being fucked?"

"I think so, but I can't really remember. That absinthe was really wicked stuff. The 'green fairy' Stan called it. I call it the green shit from hell."

"How many shots did you have?"

"One each time I lost, plus we all took another drink at the end, so eight."

"How big were the shots?"

"Really tiny. Stan had special glasses for it. About this big I think." I held my fingers up to show her.

"I'm surprised you got so drunk you passed out," Tiffany said.

"It's about 75% alcohol," I said.

"I know, I've had absinthe. It's unquestionably strong stuff, but those are very small glasses. You didn't get so drunk you passed out last night and you had two-thirds of a pitcher of gin and tonics, although you were getting there. How do you feel about the evening now?"

"In light of everything else since, it barely registers on the weird-o-meter anymore. I feel guilty about it, and wish it never happened, but que sera, sera, you know."

We wrapped it up and I thanked Tiffany for being my friend and headed home. That week, I fucked Tanner as often as I could. I wanted to leave him sated, so he wouldn't feel the need to seek comfort in the arms of some geisha girl. I finally realized how foolish I was. I would be fucking how many people while Tanner was gone and I was worried if he'd make use of a couple Japanese girls to assuage his loneliness? What kind of sanctimonious hypocrite would I be if I concerned myself with his fidelity while he was gone, the same time Oliver had me fucking everything on two legs. It didn't stop me from letting him deposit cum in every orifice I had. I wanted him eager to come back to me regardless. I didn't want to know if he was unfaithful, and I promised myself I wouldn't ask. I didn't have the right anymore.