Naked in the hallway, Helen saw that Claudia had already opened the door leading to the room meant for everybody with a keg in it.

     "You should have put on my shirt," Trevor said.

     "I don't want to put on clothes unless I have to," Helen said as she refilled her mug. "Clothes would feel funny on me right now."

​     As Trevor waited for his turn at the keg, he said, "I'm sorry. All I can think of right now is..." He pointed at his rigid penis. "I know. I am such a male."

     "I'm trying not to look at you," Helen said. "I'm trying not to even think about you right now. Here. I'm done. Take your...Eek!" 

     Cole, Helen's brother-in-law, stood in the doorway, an empty mug in his hand, still fully dressed in his cop uniform.

     One thing: He had, at last, removed his sunglasses to put in his breast pocket.

     He made kind of an "Eek!" sound himself, then sputtered, "I was up here as part of my...and then Claudia told me that..."

     So, Claudia's got a sense of humor, Helen thought even as rage and humiliation made her tremble.

​     "Stop staring at my wife," Trevor said, his dick now flaccid, "or I swear to God, I'll smack you right in your fucking mouth."

     Helen used the hand that held the mug to cover her breasts. She used her other hand to cup her pubis. The sexual energy and sense of freedom that had crackled within her running around naked and being naughty with her beloved dissolved so that, now, Helen saw her and Trevor through what she figured were Cole's eyes, a flabby, middle-aged couple pretending to be half their age and failing miserably.

     "Let's go!" she barked at Trevor.

     "I'm almost done," Trevor replied. He felt humiliated too, but not like Helen.

     "I'm going." Still hiding her private parts with her hands, although there was no way she could hide all of her fleshy, naked body from Cole. She brushed past him to run out the door.

     "I hate the fact that you just saw my wife naked," Trevor said as he followed after her. 

     "But I didn't do anything!" Cole shouted.

     Once back in their room, Trevor sputtered, "Honey, I am so very, very sorry that had to...oh."

     He found Helen on her back on their bed. 

     She took a sip of broove, put the mug on a nightstand, then spread her legs.

​     "I need you," she said.

CONTINUE