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Janet

Chapter Three

"And just where  the  hell  were  you  last  night?"   Alan
demanded angrily.  He was dressed for work.   Part  of  his
anger was caused by Janet's avoidance of him while  he  was
getting  ready  and  part  by  her  failure  to  cook   his
breakfast.  More importantly,  he  was  incensed  that  she
hadn't stayed around the evening before so he could  smooth
things over with her.  "I slept on the couch."  Janet said,
with a smile.  "I know that, dammit!  I mean  before  that.
Where did you go when you ran out of here?  You didn't  get
in until almost two o'clock."   "I  went  to  see  Pam.   I
needed time to think."

Alan didn't know whether  to  believe  her  or  not.   Then
again, what choice did he have?  For all he knew, she could
have been bar-hopping all night.  Or worse.  He could  call
Pam for confirmation, but she'd probably lie to protect her
best friend.  "That little bitch is nothing but trouble.  I
suppose you spent all that time telling her about us."

Janet's eyebrows shot up, a sure sign that she  was  in  no
mood to take any of his shit.  "Us, Alan?   What  is  there
about us to tell?"  "You know what I mean!  She's  a  liar,
you know."  "You got a guilty conscience.   What  is  there
for her to lie about?"  His motive was clear  enough.   She
wasn't going to let him get away with trying  to  discredit
Pam, though.  He had hit on Pam,  just  as  she  had  said.
Alan's attempt to make her out a liar was proof  enough  of
that.  "We can't go on like this."  Alan knew when  he  had
been cut off at the pass.  He  had  to  try  another  ploy.
Shifting part of the responsibility for Janet's coldness to
her usually worked.  "What do you intend to do  about  it?"
"It always comes back to me, doesn't it?"   "Your  the  one
who was fucking that brainless little twat  right  here  in
our home.  It couldn't have hurt any more if you  had  been
fucking her in our bed."  "Oh, would it be any different if
I fucked her  in  a  motel  or  something?"   "You've  been
fucking her at the office.  I heard her say so.  Why not in
a motel, too.  Or the back seat of a car.  Or on the  front
lawn, for all I know.  By the way, she's a little light  in
the tit department, isn't she?   I  thought  you  went  for
women with big jugs.  Hers look like two undersized  apples
with nipples on them."  One of the first  things  Alan  had
wanted to do after they started having sex was  fuck  Janet
between the tits.  She'd let him, of course.  Just as she'd
gone along with everything else he wanted to do.   "I  like
your."  He was backed into  a  tight  corner;  had  to  try
something to get her mind off the  subject  of  Betty.   He
made an attempt to put his hand on one of her tits.   "Keep
your hands to yourself and go to work.  I'm not in the mood
for that now.  Besides, you can't change my mind by fucking
me.  That seems to be your answer every time  I  get  upset
about  something."   "You  very  seldom  get  upset   about
anything.  I don't have much experience dealing with that."
"Maybe that's  part  of  the  problem.   I've  always  done
whatever you wanted.  Well, this is one time I'm not  going
to do that.  I'm angry, Alan.  Damned pissed, if  you  want
the truth!"  "How about tonight?  Will you be in  a  better
mood then?"  "Why should I be?  What will have  changed  by
then?"  She paused, considered her  position.   Deep  down,
she didn't want to be angry with him.   After  her  session
with Pam, and all the talking they'd done,  she'd  come  to
the conclusion that she wasn't so much upset because  she'd
caught him fucking Betty as she was that he had  chosen  to
be so sneaky about it.  She had convinced herself that  she
would have agreed to a threesome with  the  girl  had  Alan
only asked.  "Oh, hell, we'll see.   I  can't  answer  that
right now.  I have to think  about  it  some  more."   "For
God's sake, Janet!  How long are you going to carry on over
one little mistake?"  "More than one,  Alan.   You've  been
fucking her regularly for I  don't  know  how  long.   I'll
carry on over it long enough."   "Whatever  the  fuck  that
means.  I haven't neglected you,  Janet.   You  know  that.
And you can't claim otherwise."  "Then I won't neglect you,
Alan.  Now go to work before you're late.  You  know  Ralph
always pitches a fit when you're late.  Even though you are
a partner in the company.  Sometimes I don't know where  he
gets off, acting like a lord  and  master.   And  your  big
brother isn't much better."  "Bob is my older brother,  not
my big brother.  He thinks he's something  special  because
he's married to the boss's daughter."   "Yeah,  and  Mary's
another case altogether."  "Boy, you're down  on  everybody
today."

Alan knew when to leave well enough alone.  He beat a hasty
retreat out the door before Janet got back  around  to  him
and Betty.

Janet ate her breakfast, then sat down in front of  the  TV
to watch the soaps, something she seldom  did.   Today  was
different.  She wasn't even going to clean the house.  Alan
had to understand how upset she was.  And why.   Though  he
could hardly grasp the why unless she told him.   Including
another person in their sex play was one of the few  things
they'd never discussed.  He had no idea how she felt  about
that.  Just as he had no idea that she liked to get  it  on
with other girls.  She wondered what he would  say  if,  or
when, he found out about that.  Supposedly, men got  turned
on by watching two women do each  other.   Alan's  feelings
about that were  a  mystery,  again  because  they's  never
talked about it.  Janet realized that she and  Alan  hadn't
ever really discussed much about sex.  They just did it.

Alan called later in the morning.   When  Janet  heard  his
voice on the phone, she first thought  he  was  calling  to
apologize.  But he made no mention  of  the  incident  with
Betty.  "I forgot to tell you that I'm  hosting  the  poker
party tonight.  I thought I'd better call and find  out  if
you're going to throw us out."  "No, Alan.  I  won't  throw
you out.  Not you or your poker pals.  I'll  see  that  you
have all the beer and snacks you need."  "Will you also  be
nice to them?  I mean .  .  ."   "I  know  what  you  mean.
Yes, I'll be nice to them.  Is that  the  only  reason  you
called?"  "Yeah.  I don't know of any other reason."  "Well
then, good-bye."

Janet put the phone down gently, even though she wanted  to
slam it down.  Damn him!  Why couldn't  he  bend  a  little
bit?  It wouldn't kill him, or castrate him, to tell her he
was sorry.

The thought of castration reminded her of what  she'd  told
Pam about getting even with Alan.   Fucking  his  boss  and
friends would have much the same effect.  Saying  she'd  do
it was a hell of a lot easier than doing it.  She did  love
her husband.  Didn't want to hurt him.  At the  same  time,
he had to be made to understand he couldn't treat her  this
way.

She let the matter drop and got busy  cleaning  the  house.
Teaching Alan a lesson  wasn't  in  the  same  category  as
shaming him in front of his poker pals.  To Janet, a dirty,
unkept house would shame him.  Late in the  afternoon,  she
made a quick trip to the store  to  buy  beer  and  snacks.
Then she took her bath and fixed a nice dinner.

Alan looked at her long and hard during dinner, but  didn't
mention the clingy, low-cut dress she was wearing.  The one
that  showed  off  her  tits  and  ass  to   the   maximum.
Ordinarily, he liked for her to wear it.  He was tempted to
ask why she was wearing it  tonight,  then  thought  better
than to stir things up again.

The poker game started at eight.   Janet  dutifully  served
beer and snacks.  A few times, she even went so far  as  to
flirt with a couple of the better  looking  guys.   Nothing
too extreme, though.  Just enough to  let  Alan  know  that
other men found her attractive.  Letting them look down the
front of her dress at her bare tits when she bent over  the
table wasn't a crime.

On one of  her  trips  to  the  kitchen,  the  conversation
between Alan and one of his buddies  made  her  pause  just
inside the door and listen.  "Hey, Alan, what about the big
gal who lifts weights with us?  You seem to know her pretty
good."   "Coco?   The  big  brown  one?   She's  my  boss's
secretary."  "Coco huh?   Well,  that  describes  her  just
about right.  Her skin looks like creamy cocoa.   You  ever
get any of that?"  "No.   Not  that  I  wouldn't  like  to.
That's one brown saddle that would be fun to  take  a  ride
in."  "Hell, boy, from what I've seen, she'd buck  you  off
before you ever got settled in.  Bet  she's  pretty  damned
wild."

Janet banged the tray she was carrying against the door  to
let them know she was entering the room again.  She'd heard
all she needed to.  And filed it away for future reference.

By eleven o'clock, everyone was a little pie-eyed from  all
the beer.  The game had been the usual  nickel,  dime,  and
quarter stuff.  The last two games had  been  no=limit  and
the pots had gotten  larger.   The  pots  had  been  pretty
evenly split between Alan  and  Willy  Scott,  one  of  the
construction  workers  who  worked  for  Alan.   The  other
players called it quits and  left.   Alan  and  Willy  kept
playing, playing no-limit, and Willy  was  the  big  winner
after four more hands.  He had about a hundred  dollars  in
front of him, to Alan's ten dollars.  "Let's play one  more
hand of showdown," Willy said.  "Then I have to be  getting
along.  Got a big day tomorrow."  He pushed  his  money  to
the center of the table.  "Seven cards, no draw."

Alan pushed his money across the table and  picked  up  the
deck of cards.  "You're on.  Got to get some  of  my  money
back.  You've just  about  cleaned  me  out."   "Yeah,  and
you're short a whole bunch now."

Alan looked  around  at  Janet,  who  was  sitting  nearby,
watching them play.  "Put your wedding band in there."   He
nodded to the pile of money.

Janet was on her feet in an instant,  her  eyes  wide  with
surprise.  "No way, buster!  You're not  playing  for  me!"
She fled into the kitchen, her  face  red  with  anger  and
embarrassment.  "Hold on a minute,"  Alan  said  to  Willy,
then followed Janet into the  kitchen.   "How  could  you?"
she demanded as he closed the door behind him.   "Aw,  come
on, baby.  I feel a hot  hand  coming  up.   I've  got  the
feeling."  "You've got no feeling!  Expecting me  to  agree
to such a thing.  What if you lose?  What am I supposed  to
do?"  "Hell, Willy doesn't expect anything.   Maybe  a  few
quick kisses.  Maybe a pat on the ass.   He  thinks  you're
one hell of a sexy woman."  "So now you've been  discussing
me with that kind of man!"  "No, he just said that one day.
He didn't meant it as an insult."  "Well, find  some  other
way to cover your bet.  He looks like  a  fugitive  from  a
motorcycle gang.  He's fat.  And that long hair, that beard
and mustache .  .  .he scares me!"  "Willy's as gentle as a
lamb, honey.  Come on, be a sport.  I'm not going to lose."
Janet slipped  her  ring  off.   Paused  to  glare  at  her
husband.  Worked the ring off her finger and handed  it  to
Alan.  "There, damn you!  You'd better hope you don't  live
to regret this."  "No sweat, baby.  It's covered."

Janet followed Alan back into the  living  room  and  stood
between him  and  Willy  as  the  cards  were  dealt.   Her
emotions were terribly confused.  She had no idea what  she
would do if Alan lost and she was expected  to  give  Willy
some sort of "reward" that might entail anything more  than
a quick kiss.

Alan cockily showed Janet the three kings he'd drawn.   She
smiled weakly.  "Uh, Willy, uh, what do  you  get  if  Alan
lost?"  Janet had to force the words out.  Her nerves  were
jumping around so badly she could hardly stand still.  "Oh,
we'll figure out something.  Don't worry, little lady,  I'm
not half as bad as I  look."   Willy  gave  her  a  beaming
smile.

Well, at least he doesn't chew tobacco, Janet thought.   He
smells nice, too.  That men's  cologne  he's  wearing  must
have cost plenty.  Maybe he's not so bad after all.

"Let's put our cards on the table," Alan said  confidently,
putting down his three kings.   He  reached  for  the  pot,
looking around to grin at  Janet.   "Whoa,  fellah,"  Willy
said.  "Read'em and weep."

He put down three fives and two threes--a full house.

Everyone was silent for a few  moments.   Then  Alan  stood
quickly, knocking over his chair.  "Well, shit!"

Janet and Willy exchanged looks.  Willy raked in the money,
carefully straightened it, and put it in his wallet.   Then
he took his wallet out again and  removed  a  twenty-dollar
bill, which he put back on the table.  "To cover  the  beer
and snacks," he said softly.  Then  he  picked  up  Janet's
ring and studied it carefully.  "I've got  to  get  rid  of
some of this beer," Alan said meekly.  He  left  the  room.
"So?"  Janet said faintly.  "What now?"

Willy stood and handed Janet her  ring.   He  waited  until
she'd slipped it back on her finger.  "That depends on you,
doesn't it?  I mean, I'm not going to just fuck  you."   He
read her deep blush as embarrassment.  "Tell you what,  you
say stop when you think it's  gone  far  enough.   Just  so
you'll know, I think you're one hell of a woman.  I've  got
a lot of respect for you.  I might look big and rough,  but
I do have some manners.  Alan got  you  into  this,  but  I
won't take advantage  of  that."   "When  what's  gone  far
enough?"  she whispered.  "Well, whatever.  I won't make  a
secret of the fact that I'd like to .  .  .  that I'd  find
it very nice to .  .  .well, you will give  me  a  kiss  at
least, won't you?"

Janet held out her arms, "Oh, what the hell!  You won, fair
and square."

Willy gathered her into his  strong  arms  and  immediately
kissed her.  Her mouth opened instinctively  to  admit  his
questing tongue.  The big hams he used  for  hands  slipped
down to cup her trim ass and pulled her groin tight to his.

Janet found herself responding to him..   Her  blood  began
racing through her veins, getting hotter  by  the  seconds.
She felt a tremendous bulge in the front of his pants,  but
dismissed it.  It was simply far to large to be  his  cock,
then, as the bulge got bigger, she started to wonder.   She
forgot about Alan, Forgot about being married!  She thought
only of the fact that no other man had touched her, in  any
way,  since  she'd  been  married.    Her   emotions   took
over--emotions that were suddenly running at a fever pitch.

She returned his kiss passionately  and  pressed  her  body
tightly to his.  She ran  her  fingers  through  his  long,
thick hair and moaned softly.  It was the first time  she'd
been  kissed  by  a  man  wearing  a  beard  and  mustache.
Contrary to what she's said to Alan about  not  liking  it,
she found it rather pleasant.  The thought of how his beard
would feel rubbing the inside of her thighs flitted through
her mind.  She gasped sharply as  the  unbidden  idea  grew
stronger.  She knew at that instant that she was  going  to
fuck this man.  Right here.   Right  now.   In  her  living
room, with her husband present.  Alan could think  what  he
wanted, as long as he didn't interfere.

When Willy pulled her dress up over her  hips,  baring  her
ass, Janet offered no objection or resistance.   His  large
hands felt so good on the smooth, hot skin of her buttocks.
He had one hand on each cheek, squeezing them, pulling them
apart, and lifting them.  Janet ground her crotch into  the
bulge in his pants.  It  had  gotten  larger.   She  didn't
think such a thing was possible.  Surely he  had  something
stuffed in his shorts.  No man had a  cock  that  big!   No
one!

Janet was no longer in control of herself.   She  was  like
putty in the hands of this man.  A man who seemed to  exude
a strong sexual aura.  Willy  pulled  her  dress  over  her
head, with lots  of  help  from  her.   She  wanted  to  be
totally, absolutely naked with  him.   For  him.   She  had
deliberately not  worn  any  underwear  because  the  lines
showed under the clingy dress, not because she expected  to
give herself to a stranger.

Willy tossed the dress aside and put  one  arm  around  her
back.  When she felt his other hand touch her lower  belly,
she opened her legs for him.   His  touch  was  gentle  and
knowing.  He rubbed his palm over the surface of her  cunt,
eased one finger between the lips at the bottom of her slit
and into her cunt hole.   She  gasped  again,  harder  this
time.  The moan that followed was loud and encouraging.

Willy played with her pussy for a few moments, then  picked
her up and carried her to the couch.  He had  to  pull  her
arms from around his neck when he put her down on her back.
He kissed her nipples, then licked his way down  the  front
of her body.  Janet threw one leg  over  the  back  of  the
couch and let her other foot fall to the  floor.   She  lay
back, her eyes closed, waiting for him to possess her.

Willy licked her pussy from bottom to top a few times, then
put his face in her wet slit and began tonguing  her  clit.
His hands slid up to grasp her nipples between his fingers.
He rolled the erect points around gently as he  sucked  and
licked at her hard clit.

His beard tickled the soft  insides  of  her  thighs.   His
mustache brushed softly at the area just  above  her  clit.
She found the experience very pleasant.  "Oh,  Willy!   Oh,
yes!  Eat me, Willy!  suck my clit good!"

Janet started humping her cunt at his face with such energy
that she slammed her pubic bone against  his  nose  several
times.  Undeterred, Willy continued sucking her  pussy  and
lashing her clit with his tongue.   Her  moans  changed  to
shrieks of ecstasy.

Alan rushed down the hall from the bathroom,  attracted  by
Janet's screams, thinking Willy was molesting  her.   Which
he was, in a way, but with her full consent.  He skidded to
a halt just inside the living room, unable to believe  what
he saw.

Janet was humping and bouncing all over  the  couch,  using
her legs  for  leverage,  as  Willy  kept  eating  her  out
vigorously.  She was lost far out in space, unable to  stop
her orgasm, even  had  she  wanted  to.   Alan  could  have
invited all the neighbors in and that still  wouldn't  have
made any difference to her.  She was flying, surrounded  by
an erotic haze that obscured everything  but  the  glorious
feelings coming from her cunt.

Without realizing the significance of it, Alan was  now  in
the same boat Janet had been in the day before  when  she'd
walked in while he was fucking Betty.  The tables had  been
turned.  He didn't appreciate it any more than  Janet  had,
but, like the situation she had found herself  in,  he  was
unable to move, unable to put a stop to her  ravishment  by
Willy.

Janet rode out her orgasm.  She lifted her head and  looked
down at Willy's head.   Her  hands  gripped  his  hair  and
pulled his head up.  He looked up and met her  gaze.   "Let
me do something for you, Willy.  Come on, baby.  Let me  do
something for you.  That was so good!  I can't believe  how
I came.  Now it's your turn.  Get out of your  clothes  and
let me do you."

Willy stood on the floor by the couch.  Silently,  quickly,
he shed his clothes.  When his cock jumped free, Janet  had
good reason to gasp again.  Tentatively, she  put  out  one
hand and wrapped it around the shaft.  Almost  wrapped  her
hand around anyway.  Her fingers were  too  short  to  meet
around the girth of the monster.   "Dear  God  in  heaved!"
she said breathlessly.  "I've never seen anything  so  big!
You can't put that thing in me!  Maybe I'd better suck it."
She surveyed the one-eyed monster  critically.   "No,  that
won't work, either.  That's a  real  jawbreaker.   I  could
never get it in my mouth."

Willy let her rattle, standing patiently as she stroked his
prick and tried to decide what she was going to do with it.
She tugged on it and  he  followed  getting  on  the  couch
between her legs.

Janet rubbed the bare knob of his huge cock up and down her
wet slit, then worked it over her clit.  "Oh,  God,  Willy,
I've got to have it!  Put it in  me!   Fuck  me  with  that
wonderful  thing!"   She  held  onto  his  shaft   tightly,
preventing him from entering her.  "Oh, no, please!  You'll
tear me apart!"  She rubbed the head up and down  her  slit
again.  "Yes, put it in.  I'll try to  take  it.   Oh  God!
I've got to have it!"

Willy saw that she would never make up her  mind  what  she
wanted.  He pulled her hand loose, held his cock  with  one
hand, and used his fingers to spread the lips of her pussy.
When the massive knob touched  the  opening  of  her  cunt,
Janet tried to back away, pulling her body up  the  arm  of
the couch.  Willy followed  her,  determined  to  penetrate
her, to fuck this  desireable  woman,  come  hell  or  high
water.

Janet happened to catch sight of Alan as  she  twisted  her
head from side to side.  He was standing  stock-still,  his
eyes huge, his mouth hanging agape, his breath whistling in
and out.

Janet looked at Willy.  Took  a  deep  breath  and  stopped
moving.  "Put it in, Willy," she whispered.  "I'll take  it
if it kills me!  I've never been fucked by a monster  cock,
but I'll take every hard inch of it.  Fuck me, Willy!  Fuck
my brains out!  I want it so badly!"

Alan didn't recognize that she was  using  the  same  words
Betty had used the day before.  Janet  wasn't  deliberately
using them.  She was merely expressing her deepest desires.

Willy got some unexpected  assistance.   The  head  of  his
price was barely inside Janet's tight cunt when she started
cumming again.  Her body went into those  wild  convulsions
once more and her pussy  flooded  with  her  juices.   This
eased the way.  For Willy it was sort  of  like  trying  to
stick his cock in a woman doing a wild exotic  dance.   But
he kept pushing forward until  he  had  every  bit  of  his
pulsating  prick  buried  in   Janet's   cunt.    She   was
unbelievably tight.  And as hot as an oven.

He didn't look around to see if Alan had  returned  to  the
living room.  He didn't care.  Alan had offered his wife as
part of a bet.  Willy had won, and  now  he  was  going  to
collect every cent owed him!  With Janet's willing help, of
course.  Only he would have  given  Alan,  or  Janet,  five
hundred dollars for this privilege!

Janet moaned real loud, mouthing her words carefully.  "Oh,
God, Willy, you're  so  big!   You're  stretching  my  poor
little pussy all out of shape!  God, I love it!"

Willy gave one last push and sank his cock right up to  his
balls.  Janet wrapped her legs around his  waist  and  kept
moaning as she threw her ass around in circles, twisted  it
back and forth, and ground her pussy lips  into  his  pubic
hair.  She stared at his beard.  "Oh, Willy, my pussy juice
is all over your beard," she panted.  "It tickled  so  nice
when you were eating  me.   Willy,  you're  making  me  cum
again!"  "Willy stroked in and out of her tight, hot  cunt,
pulling the lips in and out as he thrust  back  and  forth.
Janet kept moving with him.  Every nerve-ending in her body
had shifted to her pussy.   Inside  it  where  his  massive
piston plunged in and out.  Outside it where  the  lips  of
her pussy were doing their own little dance.  "Get  ready,"
Willy grunted.  "Here it cums!"  "Yes, Willy, yes!  Give it
to me!  Fill my pussy full!  I don't care it if  comes  out
my mouth, give it to me!  Fuck me hard!"

Willy slammed into Janet so hard her  body  was  lifted  up
over the arm of the couch.  She was half on the  couch  and
half off, her upper body hanging over the arm.  She wrapped
her arms around his neck, tightened her leg grip around his
waist, and pulled herself  completely  under  him,  hanging
under his body, still wriggling and humping  and  twisting.
And still moaning.  She was cumming so  hard  she  couldn't
utter a coherent word.

But words weren't necessary at a time such  as  this.   All
that counted was their sexual satisfaction, And  they  were
both getting that.  Willy braced himself on  one  arm,  put
the other one around Janet to hold her body in  place,  and
pounded her pussy unmercifully.

He dropped her and pulled back.  His cock slid out  of  her
clinging cunt, dripping some of his cum  and  some  of  her
juice.  Janet looked down the front of her body, spied  the
length of meat, and immediately twisted around  under  him.
Her mouth opened  as  wide  as  possible.   Even  then  she
couldn't get even the head into her mouth.  She grabbed the
shaft and began licking  it,  lapping  up  the  mixture  of
juices.

Finally Janet came to her  senses.   She  slid  from  under
Willy, landing on the floor on her hands  and  knees.   She
got up quickly, leaned over and kissed Willy on the  mouth.
"Good night, Willy.  Thank you for a wonderful fuck!"

She darted out of the living room and down the hall, headed
to the bathroom without a backward glance.   Thinking  only
of getting somewhere, so that she might  drain  her  pussy,
and lap up every bit of the wonderful cum she and Willy had
produced.

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