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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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