I eased out the door and made my way down the hall to the shower. When I got into the shower I was enjoying the feel of the warm water cascading down... my body. I turned to see Eric standing looking at me with his cock in his hand. I thought to myself [I can't possibly fuck Eric again, my butt is still sore and I haven't washed all of Daryl's cum out of me.] Eric came over and got under the same shower head as I was and begin to wash my back while we faced each other. Eric whispered 'I gotta. Naked, he got out of bed and examined himself, noticing that his pubic hair was matted with dried fluids from last night. He picked up his clothes from the floor and threw all but his shorts, which he put on, onto the bed. He went to the bathroom to pee, went to the kitchen and got coffee started, noticing the table was bare of the tablecloth and candle from yesterday. Back in the bedroom, he sat on the floor, hooked his feet under the bed and did fifty sit-ups.The coffee was done now. He. She still never said a word just left the room in tears while I made my bed. I surprisingly slept well thinking about Lee and how easy leaving Linda was going to be.I woke up the next morning to Linda sitting at the table having coffee.I could see that she had been crying . ”Did you call your Dad yet”I asked her, sitting down with my coffee. When she tried to say she was sorry I stopped her “sorry for cheating or sorry for getting caught”I said .She quietly said “I am sorry for cheating on you. So, what do you think?”She held her breath waiting for his reaction, as he stroked her hair thoughtfully.“It’s kind of a rape fantasy, isn’t it?”She shrugged. “I guess. What do you think?”“I like it!” he declared enthusiastically. “I might not be able to get away very often, but I’ll do my best, I promise.”After a few moments, he asked her “Aren’t I the wrong man for this fantasy?”“What do you mean?”“Shouldn’t it be someone else who does it?” She laughed. “No, that would be real rape, not.