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Subject: "Janet" (M/F F/F M/FF) Chapter One
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Janet
Chapter One
Janet dumped her packages and shed her coat as soon as she
entered the house, strewing everything on the couch in a
big heap. Her feet hurt. As they always did after she'd
spent the better part of the day shopping. Shopping had
been fun the first few months after she an Alan had married
a little over a year earlier. Lately, though, it had
seemed to lose its allure. But what else was she to do?
Alan didn't want her to work at an outside job. He made
good money with the construction company. They weren't
rich by any means, but they certainly weren't hurting,
either.
Alan insisted that Janet be what he called a normal
housewife, whatever that meant. They owned a nice, three
bedroom house. Janet had her housework down to a steady
routine so she could keep it the way she and Alan wanted
without too much effort. That left lots of time for other
things. And those other things consisted mostly of
shopping. She paid occasional visits to Pam Lowe, her best
friend. Pam was only 19, but Janet was only 21, so Pam
didn't seem all that young. Pam was a student at the local
junior college, studying accounting, so she had time during
the day when she and Janet could get together.
Janet kicked off her shoes and tore into the bags to get
the charge slips. Alan had instructed her to put them on
his desk in the den. He always took care of them and paid
the bills. On her way to the den, Janet reflected on how
still the house was. She felt a momentary, but strong,
flash of loneliness. She sighed, shrugged off the feeling,
and opened the door to the den. Then she stopped dead in
her tracks.
Her mind seemed to register everything at once. The small
fire crackling in the fireplace on the far side of the
room. Betty Jackson, Alan's secretary, sitting on the edge
of the desk. Alan standing in front of Betty. The fact
that both Betty and Alan were naked! Alan's hand was
between Betty's legs, his tongue laving her stiff nipples.
And her hand was wrapped around his stiff prick.
Janet's mind reeled. She wanted to scream. In anger. In
frustration. In fear. But not a peep came from her
throat. It was too constricted for her voice box to work.
"Oh, baby," Alan muttered between sucks. "I want to fuck
you. I need it so bad!" "Yeah?" Betty answered. "Then
do it, lover. I need it, too."
Alan knelt down, pushed Betty's legs apart, and began
licking her pussy. Janet's eyes followed him, the only
thing in her frozen body that moved except her lungs. And
they barely seemed able to work. "Oh, yeah, lover, lick my
clit!" Betty urged.
Alan eased both hands in her crotch, pulled her pussy lips
open, and started working his tongue over every part of the
exposed pink flesh. Betty put one hand behind his head and
caressed it lightly as she tilted her head down. She was
watching intently as his tongue moved up and down her slit.
Janet watched in horrified fascination. Her brain refused
to transmit any signals to her muscles so she could move,
or to her throat so she could say anything. Her hand was
still on the door knob. The charge slips were still
clutched in her other hand. Janet slowly crumpled them
into a ball. She felt as if she was watching a movie, not
real flesh and blood people, one of whom was her husband!
"Your pussy tastes so good," Alan muttered, looking up at
Betty's face. "You always say that." Betty said as she
grinned happily and hunched her ass forward a little more.
"Only because it's true." "This sure beats those quickies
at the office. Are you sure your wife won't be back too
soon?" "Naw, she's shopping. She won't be home until the
stores close. This won't be a quickie, either. It's going
to be a LONGIE. You can cum as many times as you want."
"Oh, goodie!" Betty squealed softly. "I love to cum."
"Don't I know it!" Janet seethed upon hearing their
conversation. She had no idea that Alan was being
unfaithful to her. He had taken good care of her sexually
from the day they had given in to their carnal urges
several months before they'd become married. And not only
was he screwing another woman, he had the unmitigated gall
to do it in their home. HER home! The only thing that
could have been worse for Janet was to have found the
couple in bed. Still, she was unable to do anything to
interrupt the horny scene she was witnessing. "Say it
again," Alan urges. "Come on, baby, tell me you want me to
eat your pussy." "Oh, yeah, lover. Eat my pussy! Lick it
all over! Your tongue feels so good. Nobody's ever eaten
my pussy the way you do. You know all the spots to touch
to make it feel the best."
Alan took his time tonguing her cunt, proving to her again
that her compliment was well-deserved. Starting at the
base of her slit, just below her cunt hole, he used the
pointed tip to trace the deep gash al the way up to the
top, going over her clit, then dragging his tongue back
down. Next he would broaden his lapper and swipe it up and
down the steamy seam. Betty held her hand behind his head,
moaning constantly as he provoked those wonderful feelings
that radiated out from her crotch to infuse her entire
body.
He separated the inner and outer lips with the tip of his
tongue, then tenderly sucked each long inner lip between
his, nipping it lightly. Betty's ass squirmed around the
desk. Her moans increased in volume, getting louder and
louder as Alan's tongue went faster. Then he settled his
tongue on the rigid clit and began teasing it lightly.
Betty's breath escaped with a whoosh. "Oh, yeah, baby!
That's the way. Oh, God, lover, I'm going to cum if you
don't stop that!" "That's what you want, isn't it?" he
asked, pausing briefly. "Uhhh.. Ummmm. Yeahhhhh! Make
me explode, lover! Make me cum the way only you can!
Ohhhh, I love to cum from your licking and sucking."
Alan resumed his oral activity, paying attention only to
her clit. He circled the tiny bud with the tip of his
tongue, and titillated it by placing his tongue directly on
top of it. He released the lips of her pussy and slid both
hands along the outside of her thighs, burying his face in
her sexy warmth.
Betty draped her legs over his shoulders, and wriggled her
ass as he brought her closer and closer to her release.
Her head back and her mouth hung open to emit steady moans
and groans. When her release came, she squeezed her legs
tighter and began screaming in what sounded like a mixture
of agony and ecstasy.
Janet continued her sneaky observation, still frozen in
place as if the winter air outside had invaded the room and
covered her with its chilling texture.
"Fuck me baby," Betty moaned. "Fuck me from behind,
doggie-style. Please, lover, fuck me now! I need your big
cock in me so badly!"
Betty untangled her legs and pushed at Alan's head. When
he moved back, she slid off the desk, twisting around as
she moved so that she was facing the desk. She leaned
over, put her arms across the top of the desk, and looked
back over her shoulder at Alan. Her ass was gyrating in
tight circles. Her long brunette hair hung down around her
face, obscuring it.
Alan stepped up behind her, used one hand to guide the head
of his prick to the entrance of her cunt, and took a step
forward. "Oh, God, yesssss!" Betty cried out. "Shove it
to me! Fuck me silly!"
Alan grabbed both of Betty's hips and thrust his ass
forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her gaping
gash. His hips began working back and forth smoothly, two
well-oiled joints that exerted tremendous power as he
fucked the woman energetically. He drove his cock in and
out of her, using the full length of his piston to plumb
her depths.
Janet's feelings suddenly underwent a dramatic change. Up
to the time when Alan put his prick in Betty, Janet had
been hoping such an event wouldn't happen. Had Alan
stopped with just eating her pussy, she wouldn't have felt
so betrayed. Now he had committed the ultimate act of
deceit. Still she couldn't bring herself to interrupt
them. In a perverse way, she was fascinated by the sight
of her husband fucking another woman.
Janet watched her husband's muscular body as he fucked
Betty. She was short, just a little over five feet tall,
so he had to bend his legs to keep his dick properly
positioned. Janet had always felt pride in her husband's
body. All those hours he spent lifting weights kept him at
a trim 185 pounds. And kept every muscle in his body
powerful. "Oh, yes, lover! Fuck me! Oh yeah, it's so
fucking good!" Betty moaned over and over, her voice
wavering from deep bass to an almost shrill soprano.
Janet understood full well what Betty was feeling. Alan's
cock wasn't really thick, but it was long. Each time he
thrust all the way forward, Janet knew what was happening
to Betty. A feeling of deep, intense anger flared through
Janet as she thought of the wonderful pleasure the little
secretary was getting from Alan's prick. To her great
surprise, she felt her own pussy getting wet. Fiery little
tendrils of longing were making their way to the surface,
causing every nerve-ending in her body to tingle. That
only made her anger so much more overwhelming.
Betty was close to cumming again. Janet could see the
reddish blush of acute sexual excitement spreading over her
body. Unconsciously, Janet's gaze went to Betty's tits.
They were small, not over a size 32, with small, pointy
nipples.
Alan clung to Betty's hips and plowed into her pussy with
long, hard strokes, lifting her up on her toes each time he
slammed all the way in. Sweat covered his body from the
exertion of keeping his knees bent so his six foot, two
inch frame stayed low enough to prevent him from riding too
high and slipping out of her hot cunt. To relieve some of
the pressure, he gripped both of Betty's legs and pulled
them up to his waist. He began fucking he faster, driving
his cock in and out of her with enough force to make her
body forcibly rock back and forth.
Betty's body began twisting and contorting, writhing and
undulating with a life of its own as Alan fucked her toward
another orgasm. Her wails became louder, then her body
went into convulsions as she came off with a loud groan.
Alan continued fucking her with mighty thrusts, driving her
over the peak into that never-never land of sexual
satisfaction.
Her legs gave way, Alan sank slowly to the floor, pulling
Betty's ass down with him. His prick, which was still
hard, stayed lodged inside her clinging cunt. Betty's arms
slid across the slick desk top. Then she put her hands on
the edge and pushed her body back. Alan sat on the floor
for a moment, then lay back, his breath whistling in and
out.
Betty wasn't finished with his cock. It was still hard,
still lodged way up her cunt. That combination couldn't be
resisted. She sat up very straight, facing his feet, and
began fucking him. She got her feet under her and squatted
over his loins, using the strength of her legs to propel
herself up and down. Her head was flung back. Her eyes
were closed tight. She worked herself toward yet another
orgasm. One hand went to her tiny tits and began pinching
and pulling at her nipples. Her other hand slid down into
her crotch. Two fingers slipped between the lips of her
cunt and found her clit.
Janet's eyes followed the hand down into Betty's crotch.
She was looking directly between her legs. Betty would
surely have seen her if her eyes had been open! Alan had
always told Janet how much he liked the thick forest of
hair between her legs; had always told her that he liked
lots of hair around a pussy. Betty's cunt hair, which was
a darker brown than the hair on her head, had been trimmed
down to a narrow slit that ran from just above her crack
down between the cheeks of her ass. Janet could see Alan's
cock as it appeared when Betty lifted her ass and
disappeared when the girl sank back down. Janet still had
the feeling that she was watching a movie of two people
fucking. This wasn't her husband under the slutty little
brunette. It was someone else, someone who was putting on
a private show just for her benefit.
Alan lay still for several minutes, letting Betty do the
fucking. When Betty gave up playing with her nipples and
clit and put her hands down on the floor so she could work
her ass up and down faster, he put his hands on her hips
and began thrusting up to meet her. After a couple of
false starts, they got their act coordinated. Betty's ass
flew up and down, and her cunt slid up and down his fuck
pole. Alternately her hot hole was swallowing the long
long piece of meat and spitting it out, going from one and
to the other. The head of his cock stayed inside her on
the upswing.
Janet had never seen another couple fuck. Except one time
in a movie Alan had brought home to show on their new VCR.
Her reaction to that had been one of disgust. It had
turned Alan on, though. Enough so that they had one of
their best fucks ever. He hadn't brought any more such
movies home, thinking Janet was turned off by them. Which
she had been. Seeing the act being carried out before her
in living color was different. She was getting so turned
on it hurt!
Betty's ass became a blur of motion. Her whimpers and
squeals of joy hadn't stopped. The sounds assaulted
Janet's ears, turning her on even more. The crotch of her
panties were soaked with her own cunt juices. She remained
frozen in place, however, unable to either do or say
anything about her own feelings.
Alan thrush harder as his own climax neared. Betty rode
his prick like a veteran, taking all he could give her and
loving every second of it. Her body began describing
nearly impossible motions as she started cumming. She
couldn't articulate any words. The only sound she could
make were the low, guttural sounds that poured from her
open mouth.
Betty came fiercely, continuing her movements until the
very last second. When she felt Alan's cum gush into her
burning depths, she tried to fuck him some more. She did
manage to work her cunt muscles, squeezing and releasing
his prick, intensifying his pleasure as he pumped into her
with hard strokes that bounced her ass up and down.
Janet knew Alan had cum. His actions told her that. She
thought it was all over between the couple. Her eyes
widened in surprise when she glimpsed at his prick. The
damned thing was still hard! It was also coated with a
mixture of his and the pussy juice from Betty's cunt.
Janet's anger deepened. He'd never kept an erection after
cumming in her!
Betty knelt by Alan's hip, wrapped one hand around the
shaft of his cock, put her mouth over the head, and locked
her lips just below the crown. She began jacking him
rapidly as she exerted a slight sucking pressure with her
mouth.
Janet was suddenly livid with anger and suppressed rage.
Alan's cock had never stayed hard after he came in her
pussy or her mouth! He had always told her that he had to
rest before he could give her a second shot. Betty didn't
have anything that she didn't have. Her tits couldn't even
compare with her size 36-C. Neither could her skinny body
compare with hers. Alan had professed his reference for
her thick pussy hair and the thick inner lips of her cunt.
Betty didn't measure up to any of those standards. Yet
here he was, his prick still hard, getting ready to cum
again in scant moments as the girl sucked him and jacked
him off. It was simply more than a woman could tolerate!
Janet's frozen muscles found life again. She crossed the
room quickly, in great strides, tossing away the crumpled
charge slips without thinking.
Arriving at the side of the little brunette, Janet tangled
her fingers in the long brunette hair and yanked. Betty's
mouth came away from the head of Alan's cock just as it
began spurting out its second load of cum.
Betty was taken by surprise, totally unaware that Janet was
within miles of the place. Her hand held on to Alan's
prick as Janet pulled her away. The first spurt of jism
hit Betty in the face, landing just below her right eye in
a big glob. Her hand slid up the stalk of his cock as
Janet kept pulling her head back. Betty's body followed
until she toppled over onto her back. The anger Betty had
initially felt at the sudden intrusion of her pleasure was
quickly replaced by fear. Her mouth worked, but no words
came out. Her eyes were as big around as saucers.
Alan raised his head to see why Betty had stopped sucking
and jacking his cock. His eyes also got very big around.
"Janet! Where the fuck did you come from?"
Janet released her grip on Betty's hair. Ignoring Alan for
a moment, she faced Betty. "Get out, bitch!" she
screamed. "Get out before I tear you apart!" "Janet!"
Alan said as he sat up. "What . . . ?" "You heard me,"
Janet grated. "Out! Get your clothes and get out of here!
Don't ever darken my door-way again or you'll regret it!"
Betty scrambled to her feet, backed away from Janet, and
began gathering up her clothes. She backed toward the
door, thinking she could get away, into another room at
least, and out of danger.
Janet read her thoughts and swiftly got between Betty and
the door. "No, you don't, bitch! Stay right there and
dress. Let's see if you can get into your clothes as
quickly as you got out of them."
Betty turned around, facing Alan. After a moment's
hesitation, she started dressing. "Turn around, bitch!"
Janet ordered harshly. "He can't help you. If he makes a
move, or says anything, I'll cut his cock off and he knows
it. Turn around and face me!"
Betty was afraid of facing Janet. But she was more
terrified of not obeying the woman. She turned slowly, her
eyes on the floor. After a moment, she dropped the clothes
on the floor, picked her panties out of the pile and
stepped into them. "Look at me, damn you! Look me right
in the eye while you dress, you thieving bitch! Tell me
how many other husbands you've tried to steal by letting
them fuck you. How many other woman have you done this
to?"
Betty lifted her eyes, dropped them, then lifted them
again. "I . . . it isn't what you think. I mean . .
." "It doesn't matter what you mean, damn you!"
Janet took a step forward, then stopped. "No, I won't beat
the shit out of you, even though I should. Just get
dressed and get out."
Alan got to his feet and made a move toward Janet. "Janet,
don't do . . ." "Shut up! I'll get to you after this
conniving bitch leaves."
When Betty had her clothes on. Janet moved away from the
door and let her leave. Janet called to Betty over her
shoulder as the girl headed for the front door. "Use the
back door, bitch, like the sneaky thing you are."
The back door slammed hard. Janet gave Alan a hard, cold
look, her eyes traveling up and down his nude body. "I
hope she meets someone who wants to know what that big
splotch on her face is from. And I hope you got your fill
of pussy, you two-timing son of a bitch! You'll live to
regret this day." Janet's voice was as cold as her stare.
Alan started to answer. Janet turned her back on him, went
back to the living room, got her coat, and left the house.
She slammed the front door behind her hard enough to knock
the wall hangings askew.
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