Roo

Just before Christmas 2009, something happened that I'm not proud of. The only thing I did wrong in this occurance was to not be as protective of myself as I should have been. And even King maintains I did absolutely nothing wrong, not even that.
On December 23 I was the victim of a delusional friend of my husbands who I shall call Roo. I will start by saying that he didn't lay a hand on me, I got out of the situation before it escalated that far, but I have no doubt it would have, had I stayed.
Roo is somewhat well known in our group for sending women dirty and suggestive text messages - known to all but his wife aparently. If he targeted single women, fair enough, his choice. However he seems to get a kick out of going after the wives of his friends. When the messages started months ago, I initially encouraged them, amused and flattered by his interest.
Then it was taken too far - photographs of his cock were not something I needed to see, and certainly not video of him jerking off into a sink.
For the next short while all was quiet, with short lapses in his textual behaviour every few weeks. By December I really thought that he had learned to behave, King knew what was happening and the types of things he was sending.
So when Roo's wife asked us to house and cat-sit over Christmas and the New Year, King had no issue giving his approval. Roo and family were leaving Friday at 3am so King suggested I stay there on Thursday night and he would join me on the Friday after he finished work. I had a small amount of hesitation and after I discussed it with King, we decided that Roo wasn't stupid enough to try anything on me, especially as his 19 year old son would also be in the house. Boy were we wrong.

Before I'd even stepped through the door, it began.
His usual and expected greeting and welcome of "Come in if you're sexy and put out!"
It only got worse from there. Quickly plying me with numerous cans of beer in quick succession, under the excuse if showing me how the bedroom (in which King and I would be staying) DVD player works, he put on a (boring) pornographic movie. When I excused myself from the bedroom he began sending me text messages from the other side of the house, inviting me back to suck his cock and other such activities. When I refused, he proclaimed that he was going to jerk off to the movie regardless.
That would have been bad enough, but fine had he not come out to the lounge room clad only in his boxer shorts. He stood by the side of my chair and I quickly averted my eyes, though I could see his hands playing about the shorts. I cannot be 100% on if he removed his cock as I didn't look back for even a second, but I am 98% sure, as I know what he is like.
I left the house, taking with me the spare keys, dutifully fed the cats over the next week, but King and I didn't spend any nights there, no more that the necessary 5 minutes a day.

King has now seen and spoken to him 3 times since this incident, and has no inclination to tell him off or blow up at him for what he did. I don't know how to feel about it really, I just give King the reactions that cause the least amount of upset as I know that's what he wants.