                               
Corruption

                             Copyright by Joesephus

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Synopsis: An immature wife tries to protect her husband from her
mistakes...                    +++                       

From Chapter 8 the story deals with what happens to them after he finds
out.  The first thing I ever wrote, in English or my own language. 
Please keep that in mind.

Codes: MF slow cons reluc coer humil cheat oral anal enem
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I was taught English as a foreign language, so I need all the help I
can get. I am trying to learn how to write in English and I'm working
on my female POV. This is an writing assignment for me.

I do know that I've misspelled Josephus, but then he was a great, if
verbose writer.


This story was written with MS Word.  I used things like bold and italics
to make dialogue more understandable.  Those were lost when I converted 
this to TXT format.  If you wish to read the version with the formats
You can find them posted on other sites.  I would suggest you search 
for the title and Joesephus.

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Prologue


Jenny knew she looked good. She'd spent more time on her appearance
than she had since her wedding day, but she was more nervous by at
least an order of magnitude. She looked in the mirror and practiced her
smile, determined not to let her fear show through. It was so important,
vital that she look her best for her husband, that she not let him know
just how hard this was for her to do.

Jenny was going to a maximum-security prison for the first time, and
she was scared to death. Jerry had insisted that he didn't want her to
see him in jail and he was sure he'd get probation for a first offense.
When he'd been dragged from the courtroom, all they'd had was a quick
kiss. Now she was about to see him for the first time since that day in
a maximum-security prison, which wasn't fair either. His sentence wasn't
that long... but this was the nearest facility to her home and he'd been
assigned there.

Just two months ago, life had been perfect, if she'd only realized
that. Newlyweds, married for less than six months she'd had a mild case
of PMS and her car had broken down on the way home from work during a
scorcher. The lows for the last week had been in the eighties
Fahrenheit and the highs in the triple digits.

By the time she'd gotten to their brand new and oh so stylish home,
she'd been in high dudgeon. Jerry had a good job with an international
importer, but she pushed for the lifestyle that her parents had. Jerry
couldn't say no to her and they were already deeply in debt. Although
her car was still in warranty, she stormed about being forced to drive
"an old bucket of bolts" as she walked in the door.

Finding Jerry working on the computer while trying to fix dinner she
announced in a fit of pique, "If you want in these pants, you're going
to have to do something about getting me a decent car!"

She hadn't been serious; it was the heat and the PMS. She was sure he'd
known she was kidding. As drained as the Texas heat had left her, she
didn't have the energy for sex, but she'd cuddled him to let him know
she wasn't serious. Therefore, she was astounded when he took her car
shopping the next afternoon. They owed more on the car than they could
get in trade-in, but Jenny had always left those sorts of problems to
Jerry. They drove home in a new car and she was ecstatic, and even with
her period due to start any time she was determined to give her hero his
just reward. She had just gotten undressed to join him in their bed when
the police were pounding on their front door. Jerry looked terrified and
she relived the scene at least once a week in her nightmares. Jerry had
been arrested handcuffed and taken to jail! He had sold drugs to an
undercover agent to get her car! It was so stupid, he'd discovered that
his company was being used by smugglers, and had planned to go to the
police, but Jenny's demands had drove him do something stupid. What
followed was a nightmare; Jerry had to use legal aid because their
credit was tapped. He didn't want their parents to know and since he'd
never even had a traffic ticket the PD assured him that he'd get
probation if he pleaded guilty.

It didn't work that way. The judge had just put his daughter in rehab,
and gave Jerry to seven to fifteen years in prison. Even with good
time, it meant that he'd have to spend at least two years in prison!
After they'd taken him from the courtroom, Jenny hadn't even been able
to see him at all. For about a month, he'd been moved from prison to
prison all the over the state as he went through evaluation and
classification to determine which prison he'd serve his time. He wasn't
allowed visitors until he was transferred to his permanent location.
Although the closest to their home, the prison was still about a two
hour drive. Jenny had of course lost her car, the house and almost
everything else because they'd had to declare bankruptcy. She'd lived
with a friend but had just found an efficiency apartment near the
school she was teaching. She was able to get a car, dilapidated and the
air conditioning didn't work. She didn't mind, but she wasn't making
ends meet. Jerry's letter talked about his desperate need for money to
protect himself. He didn't say much about what it was like, but Jenny
could read between the lines that he was scared of being beaten or
worse. She put every penny she was allowed "on his books", but he was
hinting that it wasn't enough.

As she pulled off the highway onto the road to the front gate of the
prison, she stopped at a little in a line of cars. At a guard shack, a
half mile from the prison she saw guards checked under the hood and in
the trunk making people get out of their cars.

"What do they think, someone wants to smuggle someone into here?" she
thought, trying to control her temper.

When it was her turn, the guards were very polite and very impersonal.
Some of the signs posted near the shack were scary; she had to agree to
a strip search if it was required. They announced that if she tried to
pass any money or other contraband that she would be prosecuted and
sent to jail. Jenny was glad she and Jerry didn't smoke because it
seemed that any kind of tobacco was also a felony.

After she was cleared, she drove on to the parking lot, parked her car
and went to the little building that seemed to be the entrance to the
prison. She'd gotten a booklet in the mail that told her what to
expect, but this was just so scary. Looking through the glass doors as
she approached she saw a little office incased in bulletproof glass and
steel prison bars. There was a line of people in front of it. As she
walked through the exterior doors an officer, who hadn't been visible
stood from a little table and used a wand to check her for metal like
at an airport. She then had to pass her driver's license to another
guard in the little office through a little tray like at a bank. After
that guard, a woman, verified who she was seeing and checked her name
from a list, she passed the license back to her.

A heavy door of steel mesh buzzed open into a cage. She walked in and
closed it behind her. Then an even heavier steel door slid open by an
electric motor whined in strain. As she stepped through, she found
herself in a little caged courtyard created on two sides by the
concertina topped double chain link security fence. Concertina was
everywhere, and it intimidated Jenny. At a buzz, she had to slide yet
another gate. This, a section of the fence she had to close behind her.
Now she faced a long walk to another building where she went through the
same process again before she was led into large room where prisoners
wearing colored jumpsuits visited with their families. Jenny was
terrified, any of those men could grab her, she didn't see any guards
in the room. Then Jenny was appalled to see young children in the room,
some sitting on convicts' laps and she wanted to cry.

Going to the non-contact area, Jenny waited. Finally, Jerry came to the
booth with a phone on the both sides like you see on TV.

Jenny picked up the phone and the first thing that Jerry said was,
"They are taping this and will listen to it s? please be careful with
what you say or they won't let you come back."

He looked good, but he didn't want to talk about where he was or what
he was doing; he wanted to hear about Jenny and what life was like
outside. He said that she was allowed to come once every two weeks and
that next time would be a contact visit so they could talk without the
phones. Jenny was so nervous about being in the place that at first
time seemed to drag, but her two hours were over before she knew it.
The one thing that Jerry had been clear about was his need for money to
buy stuff at the 'commissary'. Jenny understood that he was using the
money to buy safety.

Two weeks later when Jerry came to the contact visit table where she
was sitting, he looked awful. He had bruises all over his face and she
could see evidence of bruises on his body in other places as well.

After the one hug, they were allowed and they were holding hands across
a wooden table she whispered, "Oh Jerry, what happen?"

"I fell in the shower but I'm okay, but I've got a problem and I need
you to send as much as you can to my account or..."

Jenny felt a cold chill; she was sending more than she could afford
already. The only way she could send more would be to go back to one of
their parents and Jerry had been adamant that she was not to do that.

"Jerry do you want me to go to my parents?"

"No! Isn't there anything else? I know my parents are tapped, no, I'll
just have to figure out something, don't worry about it."

But he was so upset that Jenny was terrified, "Jerry are people going
to hurt you?"

Jerry looked grim, "One of the gangs offered me protection for a
thousand a month, and I know we don't have that. An officer saw... when
I fell in the shower, he broke up the... he said I had to make a choice
if I wanted to be one of the good guys, or a hardhead. I'm not sure
what he was talking about but I'm going to see if I can't get him to
help me."

But Jerry wouldn't say any more about it. They'd talked, but Jenny had
watched episodes of Oz and she was scared that her husband was going to
have to be someone's bitch. She managed to hold her horror in check and
gave him her best kiss when it was time to leave. She didn't pay too
much attention when another woman joined her as she was leaving the
meeting room and went through what she now knew was the main building
sally port.

As they walked toward the front gate, the woman turned to Jenny and
said, "I saw your husband, I know a way that you can protect him if you
are willing. If you want to hear more about it follow me when we leave
the parking lot. I'm in a big red pickup, you can't miss me. I'll buy
you an early lunch and I'll tell you what's going on and how you can
help him."

The woman seemed nice and seemed to know what she was talking about and
before she thought about it, Jenny agreed. She spotted the red pickup as
she pulled out and followed her to a local restaurant. They got a table
that was off to the side and as private as any in the place.

The woman repeated that it was her treat, "So order a steak or
something good," and Jenny did.

After the waitress left Jenny, who was a teacher wondered if she could
get a part time job as a waitress to earn some extra money for Jerry.

"It won't matter how much money you pay for protection, it won't be
enough! There are too many gangs and just plain bad guys in there to
buy them all off. Your man has two choices, he can join a gang and
probably count on getting in trouble and earning more time, or he can
become someone's pet. Either way his life is going to be hell. He's not
that big so even if he joins a gang he'll still be a bitch, and that
breaks a man for life."

It took all Jenny's control not to burst into tears right there in the
middle of the restaurant.

"Then what can I do?"

"First eat your lunch then take a little drive with me, I don't want to
talk about it here... you won't be asked to do anything illegal, but
other people might get into trouble if the wrong person heard about
it."

The woman, a very pretty Hispanic named Maria, kept up a light c?atter
as they ate. She was a nurse and had two elementary school children;
she didn't say what her husband was in jail for, and Jenny didn't ask.
By the time lunch was over Jenny felt very at ease with her; Maria did
understand what Jenny was going through and had given her a lot of tips
on how to handle problems. Jenny wasn't at all uneasy about getting into
her truck and they drove off.

"Jenny, you saw what happened to your husband. What you don't know is
that he was attacked by a gang that wants to rape him and use him as a
drug runner. They'll let him alone if he can pay them off, but that's
just a ploy to see how much money they can get out of him. They'll keep
upping their demands until he can't meet it then they'll do it anyway. I
know, my husband went through the same thing. If he tries to fight he
will end up with a knife in the gut or maybe dead. That happened to my
husband too. Like your husband, he wasn't part of the gang scene and
didn't have connections inside. You've got one hope and that's to get
him special status as one of the 'good guys'."

Jenny had heard the phrase, "How do I do that? What do I need to do? I
don't have any political connections..."

"Those would help, but the answer is that there are some guards who
will protect him and let it be known that he's one of their 'good
guys', protected. You can't believe the power those guys have when they
are willing to step a little outside the system. They can give cases
that mean loss of privileges and longer sentences and they can make it
stick. They can make gangs back off all sorts of things. These are
honest men, but they can't protect everyone, because the way things are
set up, they have to stick their neck out and if they get caught,
they'll get reprimanded. If you are willing you can probably get them
to protect your husband, but it will cost you too."

"I don't have much money," Jenny said, "but I'll try to raise all I
can, I'd rather pay a guard than a gang..."

"That would be bribery and if would get the men fired; besides they
wouldn't do that anyway. No, what it boils down to is this, they'll do
you and your husband a favor but you'll have to do a favor for them."

Jenny was puzzled; she had no idea what kind of favor she could do,
"What? I'll do anything I can to help."

"Will you? Will you do anything?"

Jenny caught the word and she felt a cold chill flow through her veins
like her blood had been replaced with ice water.

"What do you mean?" she asked, but she knew what Maria was saying.

Maria didn't say a word she just kept her eyes on the country road they
were driving on.

Jenny bit her lip, "Do you mean what I think you mean?"

Maria didn't look at her but said, "Your husband is going to be forced
to provide sex to a lot of men; he's going to lose his manhood in the
process. It's not pretty, it's not nice, it's not the way it should be,
but it's the way it is. The way I see it, the only one who should be
providing sex to men are women, and if the only way to keep my husband
alive is for one of us to have sex with men, it shouldn't have to be
him. It'll cost me less than it will cost him and I want him back. Juan
was my third lover, I never wanted to have another; when he gets out in
two years I won't ever! But I know he will be getting out in two years
because he's safe, he's protected and he's getting great reviews by the
guards. He also has no idea what it's taking for that to happen. He
thinks that several of the guards have taken a special liking to him.
Actually, they've taken a special liking to me.

"This is your choice, you can make it at any time, but the longer you
wait the harder it will be for him, and from what I heard he's due to
be raped in the next week unless you can come up with a lot of money to
a gang member on the outside. I was told he's thinking about getting
protection by joining a gang, but they'll rape him too, as an entrance
requirement so there's no protection from it there either. They just
won't beat the shit out of him first. You need to make up your mind.
You don't know my last name, and this tr?ck has borrowed license
plates. If you do manage to track me down, I'll swear that I took you
to lunch to give you a few tips and we drove around so we could do some
more talking. One other thing, if the word goes out that your husband is
on some guard's special shit list it will be very bad for him. The point
is you can't blackmail these guys, they aren't breaking the law, but if
they stick their neck out they want you to be as cooperative as your
husband will have to be if they don't."

Jenny burst into tears and Maria pulled the truck over and took her in
her arms to comfort her. She kept saying that it wasn't that bad, that
she felt pride in protecting her husband and that the men were nice.
When Jenny got her emotions under control she realized that Maria was
right; if one of them was going to have to have unwanted sex it should
be her, it was her fault that he was in there. Maria was probably right
it would be easier on her, her body was designed for a man his wasn't.
The image of Jerry bent over or having to take another man's cock in
his mouth was too horrible to contemplate. It would be noble for her
and sordid for him.

"How do I know that no one will ever know?"

"Think about it, they are more interested in having this quiet than you
are. I'm not sure whose idea this was in the first place; I think it was
probably a woman's. think about it, if you knew who to go to, wouldn't
you make the offer? The problem is that most of the women who have men
in there aren't much better than their men, and aren't reliable. A
woman who works the streets wouldn't hesitate to do it, but she also
wouldn't hesitate to try to blackmail the guards either. You've been
checked out, just like I was, like the other women were."

Jenny shivered, realizing that she was considering doing this.

"What would I have to do?"

"When you come to visit your husband you'll spend a nine hour shift at
a place they have. You'll entertain eight men during that time, you'll
do anything that your husband would be forced to do, that means anal
sex. Have you done that?"

Jenny shook her head; she was still hung up on the idea that she'd be
with eight men in one day. She'd never been with anyone but Jerry! The
idea of anal sex repulsed her; why a man would want to use her that way
was beyond her, but she also knew that it would be much easier for her
than for him. She remembered a conversation when Jerry marveled that
she liked having his cock inside her. She knew what it would do to him
to have to let someone do that to him. Jenny bit her lip, she felt bile
in her throat. This was horrible, but how much worse it would be for him
and he'd probably have to submit to even more men.

"Is that all of them, eight men I mean?"

"No," Maria replied softly, "there are about sixteen or twenty, but you
won't have more than eight, maybe less, per shift, but I've got to tell
you the total numbers don't make any difference. What difference does
it make how many there are? You'll be doing it for eight hours and I
think it's easier on us to have several men, since if it was just one
man you might get attached or dependant on him. This way you know what
you're doing isn't for him and it can be fun in a funny way. I mean I
would never come up here on my own, but because I do, I have no
temptation to cheat either. I don't like some of what I have to do,
but... I can't say if I didn't do this that I wouldn't be tempted and
that would be so unfair to Juan. I won't pretend that this is a perfect
solution, or that I would ever be tempted to have an affair with some of
the men I take into my bed, but in the right circumstances I might with
several of them. I do enjoy some of it, which was a surprise to me;
like I said I wasn't very sexually experienced when I started this. I
can also tell you that what I do here I leave here, when Juan does make
it home, he'll find me as chaste as I've ever been. There's an unreality
to what I do here; I mean I have orgasms, I'm a very active bedmate to
these guys, but I never make love, I fuck them. I never knew what that
meant, but even th?ugh it can be a lot of fun it's nothing I would ever
be able to do with someone I loved. These men have used me in ways that
Juan never has but they'll never get even a little of what Juan gets
from me. Look, I know what you're feeling right now, I'm just trying to
tell you that as a bad as it is, it beats the alternative your husband
faces. Are you going to help your husband?"

For several seconds Jenny wondered why she didn't think this wasn't
some sort of scam, but she didn't doubt what Maria had said. Suddenly,
Jenny felt like the air was being sucked out of her lungs, and at the
same time that her whole body was being compressed in some sort giant
vacuum bag. This was all her fault; she hadn't even had a chance to
make love to him. He'd never said anything about her threat, and it was
a poetic justice that she would have to use what she'd denied him to
protect him. She didn't understand how Maria could make a difference in
what she'd done with these men and what she did with her husband, but
that gave Jenny an excuse to smother some of her last reservations.

"When would I need to do this... ?"

"There's no time like the present. Today the shift starts at two and is
over at eleven, that will put you home a little late, but you can spend
the night here if you want. I know that I always spend the night after,
or before if I'm going to have to do an early shift. The early shift
starts at six and is over at two. Don't looked shocked at the times,
the guards work twelve-hour shifts from six to six and they like to
have fun at the end of their day. Besides, it gets us home at a decent
hour too. They have a three-bedroom trailer out in the country and we
use two of those rooms for what we do; the third one is where we can
sleep, there are single beds in there. If you need to call someone who
might be worried about when you get home, you can call and say you're
having some minor car trouble and will have to spend the night. Next
time you have to bring your own sheets if you use one of those single
beds, but I brought extra for you just in case. Later you can use the
excuse to anyone who might ask that you met a friend from here who lets
you spend the night so you don't have to drive up and down on the same
day. There's a phone there you can give people if they need get in
touch with you.

"You knew that I'd agree?"

"What woman wouldn't? I mean I thought I'd feel bad about making the
offer; I've never done it before, but I don't. I'm not trying solicit
you; I'm just giving you an option to help your husband. If I knew
another way to do it, I'd take it myself. There's another woman who is
scheduled to have your shift, now she'll get a break. We're always
looking for someone suitable because it means fewer shifts for all of
us."

"How often do you... do you have to take a shift?"

"Basically twice a month right now. If you join and another woman we'll
talk to tomorrow joins we might be able to drop down to once a month.
You'll have to take a shift the next time you come anyway, all the guys
will want to dance with you; that's what we call a session, a dance, by
the way. I think you should spend the night; you probably shouldn't
drive home alone after your first shift. If you do stay, I will be here
with you, if you'd like. You'll probably need someone to talk to."

Jenny felt her whole body cringe; this was just so casual, she was in
the process of doing something that she never in her wildest
imagination thought about doing and she felt like things were spinning
out of her control. The idea of driving home after what was going to be
done to her was beyond her.

"I don't think I could drive home alone after a... shift."

"Okay, there are some things we'll need to get for you; I'll buy them
for you, the guys are really sweet about covering all our costs for
this sort of thing. They'll even pay for your birth control. Are you on
the pill or do you use a diaphragm?"

"I'm still on the pill, I got the type to help my complexion, but I
thought I'd stop after this month."

"They have a doctor up here, one you'll get to know late?, who'll write
a prescription and who'll do exams and handle anything that you might
need that's related to what you do here. I'm an RN and I'm going to
take a blood sample now to drop off to have it tested to make sure that
you don't have anything that anyone needs to worry about. Everyone has
that done at least once a month, especially the guys, but I've been
doing this for four years and no one has ever failed a test. The women
all love their guys in prison or they wouldn't be doing this. Everyone
is getting all the sex they could want so there's really no reason to
go looking for something outside the setup."

She pulled over to the side of road, reached into the glove box, and
pulled out a kit that had the needles to take her blood. Jenny held out
her arm; Maria put that rubber hose thing on her and in a few seconds,
Jenny felt a little prick and looked to see a little tube filling with
her blood. The next second she removed it, and put a little Band-Aid on
the stick place. Jenny had no doubt that Maria was a very good nurse.

"Okay let's drop this off and we'll go by and get some of the other
stuff you need. I have a cell phone if you need to call someone about
why you won't be home tonight."

Jenny shuddered, "Can I call them later?"

She didn't want to make the decision so final. Jenny was very aware
that she'd never said she'd agreed to do this, but there didn't seem
any point in resisting at this point, but none of the dread and near
terror had left her, she told herself that she could always back out
before she did anything, but it didn't hurt anything to see how things
went.

Maria took her car and told her to meet her at the local Wal-Mart.
Jenny drove and waited for Maria to appear. She knew she'd taken the
blood sample, and wondered who would do the checking. Once in the store
they went to the drug section where she got two little hot water
bottles, some douche mix, two tubes of K-Y jelly, some disposable
razors and shaving cream. Jenny was afraid to ask what any of this was
for, and as Maria continued to buy odds and ends, the only question she
asked was what kind of mouthwash and toothpaste Jenny used. Later, she
also asked Jenny's size and giving her a hundred dollar bill and her
keys to the truck, sent her to the check out line while she then went
over to a different part of the store. When Jenny paid for the items
and headed for the truck, she felt a wave of great fear. She was
standing numbly in front of the passenger door when Maria returned with
a bag that had something in it but Jenny couldn't tell what it was. It
was now almost 1:20 and Jenny was getting very nervous. This was still
not real, she couldn't believe that she was about to get into truck and
go to some sort of love nest where she'd 'entertain' eight men doing
things she'd never done before.

Her sense of dread and nerves that was like nothing she'd ever felt in
her whole life. Her hand was shaking so hard that she couldn't get the
keys into the truck door. As she stood looking at the door of the truck
Maria took the keys from her hand and opened it for her. Jenny had
decided not to go, to turn around and get in her car and drive off, but
instead she felt like she was being sucked into the truck. It was as if
her energy was exhausted and her only choice was to accept the help
Maria was giving her.

When she got in Maria handed her one of those sleep masks and said,
"Jenny, put this on and lie down on the seat, these guys have to be
very careful and until they trust you and that won't be until after
your next shift when they've all been able to dance with you. Come one
we need to hurry just a little bit to have time to get ready."

Jenny put the mask on and lay down on the seat. She bit her lip and
wanted to cry, but couldn't. It seemed like a few minutes before they
were driving at highway speed. There were a couple of turns, then she
slowed down to a crawl, and Jenny felt them go over a cattle guard. The
road if it was a road was now rough.

There were a lot of twists and turns but she slowed and Jenny heard her
say, "You can sit u? now and take the mask off we're here."

Jenny saw that they were in front of a perfectly normal looking mobile
home. They were down in a little hollow surrounded by trees. The only
thing that looked out of place was a large carport. It was large enough
to hold four cars and there were two cars and a truck in it. She
couldn't see a public road as trees blocked the view. As she looked
back at the mobile home, she was horrified to see a fenced area full of
children's play equipment and toys that looked used. She whipped around
to look at Maria; the idea of doing this while your children played in
the front yard was so inappropriate that she was outraged.

Maria, saw the look and said, "The kids who come are all very young.
They have no idea what is going on and we make certain that they never
see anything they shouldn't, but some of us can't always find someone
to take care of our kids when we have a shift, or want our kids to see
their dad. If someone has to bring her kids, there's always someone
here to take care of them. They don't see their mom dancing or anything
like that; they don't even know their mom is here. They think it's a day
care place. I've had to bring mine when they were younger and they had a
blast. The only downside is that it can be weird to hear your kids
playing while you're dancing, but I've found that it helps remind me
why I doing this. Come on in, I'll introduce you to Liz, she's the one
who's shift you'll be taking."

Again, Jenny allowed herself to be led but her mind was screaming,
"I've never agreed to do this!" but another part was saying, "You owe
Jerry this! If these women can do it so can you, besides it won't hurt
anything to just see what the set up looks like."

She had to admit she was curious to see what a setup like this looked
like. Someplace in the back of her mind, she expected to see red velvet
curtains or perhaps Playboy pictures plastered all over the place. What
she saw was perfectly normal looking place. The furniture was probably
what came with the mobile home; it was coordinated and didn't look too
cheap. She could see into the kitchen and it was clean and appeared to
be fully furnished. It looked like nothing other than an upper end
mobile home that many of Jenny's students lived in and that she'd
visited several times. She knew that she'd hoped that the setup would
be so offensive that she'd find the will to flee. Instead, there was
nothing to indicate that it was what it was. There was a woman Jenny
guessed to be in her late twenties or early thirties sitting on the
couch. She was dressed in the same type of clothes that Jenny was
wearing. The kind of clothes you'd wear to a job interview where you
wanted to look good. It shouldn't have surprised Jenny; it was what the
prison guidelines said you should wear. She'd been warned not to wear
anything that anyone might consider provocative since she would not be
allow in if she did. She'd worn a nice pants suit as had Maria. Liz was
wearing a very stylish dress one that would have looked appropriate in
any boardroom. Jenny couldn't imagine either of the women doing what
Maria said they did.

Liz said, "I'm glad to meet you Jenny, we're always glad to have
someone new. I was hoping you'd join today. No one minds doing our
shift but I don't think there are any of us who look forward to one. If
I hurry, I can make my daughter's volleyball game. I didn't want to miss
it, but I couldn't find anyone who could trade with me. I'm so glad you
decided to join us. Let me fix you a pre-shift drink, what will you
have? They have every kind of booze here you can think of."

Jenny desperately wanted to say that she hadn't agreed to stay or
decided to do this, but she couldn't seem to make the word get out,
instead, she said, "Could you fix me a Rum and Coke with a lime?"

She didn't drink much and this was one that Jerry had fixed for her
several times that wasn't bad. It might calm her nerves. She watched
Liz go into the kitchen and in just a minute returned with her drink.

She drank about most of it in one long sip and then it hit he?, "How
did you know that I would be here, that Jerry would get beaten up? How
do I know this isn't some sort of scam?"

Maria replied, "I wondered if you'd think of any of that. I told you
that these guys are in a position to help you, they are what are called
rank. There are two of them here right now; you'll be able to meet them
when... if you go in there, and they will give you the assurance you'll
need. Your husband has been on the edge trouble almost from the day he
hit the system. He's been able to buy his way out of trouble but it was
clear that he was getting to the end of his rope. They ran a check on
you and did a full check on your resources. Remember these men have
access to all the stuff that police have. You were checked very
carefully because they don't want to take any chances. Normally they'd
wait a couple of months, but your husband is balanced in a razor's
edge. They don't want him to either get involved in gangs, or to become
a bitch. These are good guys and they do hate to see an inmate get
messed up. You know that's true or you would have asked earlier. I've
been told that your husband only has a few days left before they move
on him, if you don't agree I'll take you back to your car and you can
see the changes in him the next time you come. You have a choice Jenny,
you can leave or you can let Liz go to her kid's game and come back to
the bathroom with me and get read for your shift."

Jenny felt her stomach twist into a very tight knot; she didn't have
any doubt that the women were telling her the truth. Both women were
looking at her intently, but it was neutral expression they weren't
putting pressure on her, they just wanted to know what she was going to
do. She started to ask Maria what she would do when she realized how
redundant that question would be, Maria was here to 'work a shift'. It
was possible that this was some sort of scam, but if it was, she was a
victim not a perpetrator.

"Has it protected your husbands?"

They both nodded and Liz said, "I know that every woman who comes here
feels guilty about some of the things we did that resulted in our men
being in prison, but I feel good about what I do here to help him, even
if he'll never know. Just the fact that I want to leave right now is a
pretty good indicator that I'd rather not do it, but I also have to say
that I'd do a lot more than this to keep Jim safe and it has kept him
safe. He'd been here about three months when I joined, he was being
beaten and there had been two attempts to rape him. I didn't know all
of that at the time, he thinks that he was just lucky that he was
transferred to library job and made friends with a guard. He thinks
he's getting special help because of that friendship, but he's being
protected by a lot more than that one man, and I'm the reason. At first
I was afraid that it might be hard when he talked about people helping
him, that it might be hard not to let him know what I know, or that I
know the men he talks about better than he does. It was also hard to
learn that there are things I can't help him with. When he breaks a
rule I can't shield him, and he's gotten in trouble a couple of times.
It's hard not to warn him when I know he's messing up, but that hasn't
happened too often. He's a good man who messed up. That place is a hell
hole, and I can't change that, but I can keep the monsters off him and
if that means doing what I do, I can tell you I'm proud to do it!"

Maria looked deeply into Jenny's eyes, "I know this is hard, I know how
you're feeling, I remember my contact and my first shift. I don't know
anything about your sex life, but I can tell you it's going to be
expanded beyond anything you've ever imagined. You've made up your mind
even if you wish there was some other way. Why don't you tell Liz she
can leave and see her kid play?"

Jenny was terrified, she could feel the edges of panic seeping in. Both
women looked sympathetic but Liz also looked hopeful, not eager, just
the way a woman would look who wanted to see her kids play and wanted
some time off. Jenny took a long pull of he? drink, she couldn't form
words, she nodded yes. Liz looked very grateful, grabbed her purse, and
went out the door.

Maria handed her a little pill.

"This is a very mild tranquilizer the doctor gave me. We have your
medical history, it won't knock you out, that would defeat the purpose,
but it will take a bit of the edge off later. Take it."

Jenny didn't even think about it as she swallowed with the last of her
drink.

Maria then said, "Jenny let me tell you how this is going to work,
because it's going to be a little different from what you might have
thought. Normally we don't spend all our time in the bedroom. These are
good guys and we're not prostitutes. Normally we spend some time out
here visiting and just catching up on what's happened since the last
time we saw each other. We don't always end up in the sack, although it
is always sexual too. This is an anything goes place, it's a place where
we role-play and we will do anything the man wants us to do as long as
it doesn't leave a mark on us. Is that clear? If he wants you anally,
you get it ready with K-Y and bend over. Almost all of them will want
you that way from time to time; if it bothers you just remember that
it's a hell of lot easier on you than it is on you husband.

"Second what happens here stays here we don't know these men if we see
them on the street or at the prison. If you get in trouble or need help
don't call them is that clear?"

Jenny, fighting panic, nodded.

"Today there won't be much beyond sex and some talk, but because you're
new the men will be in the room when you get there. When you walk in,
they are going to ask you if you are there because you want to be. Of
course, you'll say you are, because it's the truth. Later when you're
not so nervous, we'll make a video tape that isn't the full truth for
their protection. They have enough protection and rank that they
wouldn't be fired if this little setup came to light but it would hurt
their chanced for promotion. The men each have us for forty-five
minutes, although they don't have to use the whole time and most don't.
You'll be dancing in that room over there. Each of the dance floors has
a backdoor to the outside that the men will used to come and go. When
you hear that big clock chime the hour you will go into the room, and
you will be ready! Then some guys will want you to come right back out
here, and talk and get to know you, and some might have it at attention
and want you to come right over and take it in you. You will let them be
in charge, and you will do what they want. Now, that clock chimes every
fifteen minutes and the man will be out of the door at the third chime,
you will have fifteen minutes to get ready for your next dance. You will
get clean and fresh so that if a man wants to go down on you he doesn't
get an indication that you might have been dancing with someone else.
You will use douche like you've never douched before. You are also
going to shave your pubic hair off. Guys like us better that way. Don't
worry you'll have plenty of time to grow it back before your husband
comes home, you'll have several months warning even if he gets early
parole. That's about it, let's go to the bathroom and I'll help you
shave; I could tell from your expression you've never done it before."

Jenny had never had a panic attack, but she didn't see how it could be
any worse than what she was feeling right now, as she let herself be
led to the bathroom. It was much larger than she would have thought. It
had also been modified, there were two sinks and a long counter where
two women could apply their make-up side by side, but there wasn't
anywhere to sit. There was a large shower and Jenny could see that it
was setup with two showerheads on hoses so that two people could take
separate showers at the same time. There was also a linen closet that
Maria opened to show that it had a place to hang clothes as well as a
huge stack of towels and washrags.

"We don't have to do the wash; they have someone who does that for us.
We do need to change the sheets after each time, but you just ?rop the
old one in the laundry room. The fresh sheets are in the closet in
there. Take your clothes off and hang them here and I show you how to
shave your pubes. I'm an OB nurse and I do this every time a woman
comes in to deliver. It's not hard and once I've shown you how you'll
want to do it at home before you come up. Go ahead get undressed we're
running a little late."

A big part of Jenny was still convinced that she wasn't going to do
this, even as she began to unbutton her blouse. She was a little
surprised that she didn't feel more self-conscious about getting
undressed in front of Maria. Jenny surmised that it was because Maria
was a nurse and there was a certain clinical aspect to her persona as
she was getting the shaving equipment she'd bought at Wal-Mart laid
out. When Jenny finished unbuttoning her blouse, she put it on a hanger
and unbuckled her belt. Jenny began trembling as she took her shoes off,
then unzipped and stepped out of her pants. There was a surrealistic
element to everything as Jenny hung her pants on the other hanger. As
she reached behind her to unhook her bra, her fingers palsied. She used
every ounce of her willpower to get her bra off; she couldn't muster any
more to remove her panties.

"Take your panties off and wash your pubic hair with soap; I'll be
using shaving cream, but the wetter it is the better. We don't want to
nick anything and have you bleed all over your first dance partner."

Jenny didn't know if it was the tone or the image of making a mess,
something she hated to do, that galvanized her to take off the panties,
soap up a washrag and begin to wash the area she'd been instructed to
wash.

She'd just rinsed off the first soap when Maria said, "Okay hop up here
on the counter and I'll show you how it's done."

Jenny did, and Maria, explaining what she was doing, proceeded to shave
Jenny from her anus to her waist. She didn't leave a single hair or
stub. As Jenny watched as her genitals took on a prepubescent look.
Maria had handled her skin, moving it to allow her to apply the shave
cream and to shave it, but as she inspected to see if she'd missed
anything Jenny was suddenly struck by just what she was doing. She
wanted to cover her parts and her breasts with her hands like those
cartoon images of women suddenly undressed. The only reason she didn't
was that she was too embarrassed by what she'd already done to show how
it was affecting her. As Maria inspected her down there, Jenny's grip on
the counter turned her knuckles very white.

"Okay, have you ever douched before?"

Jenny shook her head.

"Well I'm not going to have time to show you now, but I will before
your next dance. Now, this is our best friend," she said holding up a
tube of K-Y, "These guys aren't making love to us, we aren't wives or
girl friends, we're here to make them happy not the other way around.
No one expects you to be turned on unless they work you up to it and I
doubt anyone will try today. So use the K-Y to replace what nature
would normally provide. Always put this in just before you go on the
floor... that's as in dance floor, that's what we call those rooms, or
the beds in there. It's a minor thing but it helps. We have to lose any
inhibition we've ever had when we go in there, and that's what you do on
the dance floor. Anyway, no one's going to be upset if they feel K-Y in
you when they play finger games. The only thing you have to be careful
about is that nothing that goes into your anus also goes into your
vagina. The guys won't do that to you, you just need to worry about
what you do. You can get a very painful set of infections if you mix
and match; well actually it doesn't hurt to have something go from your
vagina to your anus. Just make sure nothing goes the other way, that's
why you have two douche bags and two tubes of K-Y. Always make sure
that you have both places ready when you go in there, but for heaven's
sake wipe your butt so if they bring you back out to the living room
you can sit on the furniture without making a spot. Go on lube up. I'll
mark the other one as the one ?ou are to use anally by scratching off
the 'Y" you can think of the 'K only' as for your Keister, that's
German for butt."

Jenny had always been a tiny bit submissive and even though she blushed
harder than ever before in her life, she accepted the tube of K-Y. It
had a little tip on it that would let it be inserted into her. She was
breathing very hard as she guided the tip to her entrance. It was cold
on her now naked skin but she had no difficulty getting it inside.

"You've never used this before have you?"

Jenny's head gave a tiny shake, and knew her face achieved a new level
of red.

"Just use a very little bit inside, you'll form some natural
lubrication there and you don't want to be too slick or they won't feel
you at all. Just take what you wipe off the tip and wipe it around the
entrance, that's really all you need. Now the anus needs more, about
what you'd put on a toothbrush, but you need to make sure the sphincter
is well lubed. Hang on and I'll show you."

While she had been talking, Maria had been getting undress as well.
When she finished hanging her clothes, she went to a little bag and
pulled out two tubes that were about half used. She squirted a very
small amount on her finger and then proceeded to put it between her
legs. She then put a larger amount on a finger of her other hand and
Jenny watched as she put in inside her bottom.

"At least she didn't turn around, bend over to show me." Jenny thought.

"You said you'd never done anal, neither had I, but like I said most of
these guys will expect that. It doesn't have to be too painful. The
hardest thing is that when they start to push in, you have to push like
you're going to the bathroom. I know it sounds funny, but it's the way
you do it. Once they're in, you can relax; it'll be tight but it won't
hurt much. Do you understand? Good! Now I bought this for you today,
think of it as your dancing clothes."

She held out a short nightgown. It was sheer but not as daring as Jenny
would have thought. She was grateful to have something to put on,
watching Maria prepare herself for sex had been unpleasant to say the
least. As she slipped it on over her head, it seemed that what she was
about to do receded a little. She watched as Maria slipped on a similar
outfit. She had been careful not to look at Maria's pubic area, but now
she caught a glimpse of it. She was shaved as well, and it looked
strange; Jenny had never seen a woman who shaved before. Maria had a
lot of hair, and even in the quick glance, it was evident that her
pubic hair covered a large area and was probably very thick.

"Jenny, we have bathrobes in each room, big heavy things, which you
will wear if you are outside the room. If there are any kids here, you
won't leave the room if they are in the living room. If they have to be
inside they'll be back in the other bedroom most of the time, and they
will always be there during the fifteen minutes you have to clean up.
The men will not be seen by the kids at all, that's why they have the
back doors. You're lucky you don't have kids in a way, but it also
helps remind me why I'm doing this."



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Chapter 1: The First


"Okay, I know you're nervous, I'm nervous too. Take your K-Y tubes in
with you; there's a little table in there that you can put them on.
We've got about six minutes before we have to go in, but I suggest you
go now, the major won't keep you the full time and you might want to
talk when you've finished your dance. I'll be out early too and I'll
show you how to douche. So, take a deep breath and let's go dance."

Jenny was so nervous and so scared that she didn't think she could
move, but Maria's hand on her back directed her out of the bathroom and
escorted her to the door of the room she was told was going to be her
'dance floor' Maria opened the door into the room, pushed Jenny in, and
closed it behind her as soon as she'd stepped past it. It wasn't a large
bedroom, but there wasn't much furniture either, just a TV/VCR with a
stand, the bed and nightstand?with a light on it. The overhead light
was on and it was very bright. There weren't any windows; instead,
there was a door where a window had been. All of that Jenny took in by
peripheral vision, all she saw was a man sitting up in the middle of
the bed. He had the covers over his waist, but he wasn't wearing a
shirt and he looked very naked. He lifted up the covers with one hand
and patted the space beside him with the other.

Jenny didn't know where the strength or the ability to walk to that bed
came from, but without being aware of moving she was there. As she began
to get in, she was aware that she was clutching her K-Y tubes so hard it
was a wonder that they hadn't burst. She put them on the nightstand and
got in bed with the stranger. She tried to sit up next to him without
touching him, but she felt his arm behind her drawing her to him. She
didn't intend to resist, but she was so tense that her muscles locked.
He responded by scooting down and making her do the same until she was
flat on her back.

He leaned over her, and whispered in her ear in a gravely voice,
"Spread your legs for me."

Jenny felt tears form just behind her eyes and turned her head away
from him. He leaned further over her; Jenny could feel his erect penis
on her right leg.

"Spread those legs so I can fuck you."

The gravely voice was totally unemotional, and Jenny felt her first
tear fall. He pushed his body against her, silently demanding she do
what he'd asked. Jenny opened her legs in response; she was unwilling,
almost unconscious, but it was a demand she knew she had to obey... it
was why she was here.

The man moved over her, on top of her, but holding his body above her,
touching her but not using his weight. He used his knees to force her
legs further apart. As the man held most of his weight over her Jenny
was very aware that in scooting down, her nightgown had bunched above
her waist. She felt the naked skin of his crotch on hers and she was
paralyzed. She couldn't move, couldn't breath. He was rubbing her with
his body on top of her now, and using his thighs to spread hers.
Jenny's tension was beyond anything she'd ever felt in her whole life,
but she just couldn't seem to respond to what was being done to her.
She wanted to close her legs or push him off her but instead she lay
there with a sense of dread that couldn't have been greater. Her legs
were now wide apart and worse there was a man between them. Jenny knew
she could be entered like this, but her legs were flat on the bed, her
knees weren't raised and deep down she hoped he wouldn't be able to get
it in her like this. She felt his dick search for her opening, sliding
in her gash, slick with KY and that slickness felt so unnatural. His
face, with a hint of stubble, pressed against hers in a violation
almost as great as that of her crotch. It was too intimate, the rubbing
of cheeks was too personal, and she desperately wanted to pull away.

"Put it in for me."

Jenny felt weight of the words, far heavier than the man's body. She
couldn't, she just couldn't. She gave a small vigorous shake of her
head to say no, and to make him move his face away from hers.

"Lift your knees and put it in. It's why you're here, now do it," he
said, not angry or even forcefully almost gently.

Jenny couldn't, she just couldn't do it. She was right of the verge of
saying so, when he levered up and grabbed her legs at her shins. He
pushed them back towards her body, and opened them more at the same
time. Jenny was paralyzed, his organ was now near her opening, and
unless she did something, it was going to enter her. He brought his own
hand under her now raised knee and with a little seeking, found her
place with his finger. Then he used his hand to guide his organ to that
place. Jenny stiffened, she mentally screamed at her body to move to
leave, but instead she was motionless. Her traitorous muscles refused
to her command and she felt the head enter her body. She wanted to
retch, but although her stomach contracted, nothing came out. The man
was working it into her now, pushing more of hi? unwelcome self inside
her. There was a sharp little pain as some of her skin was pinched and
her body shifted to make his entry easier. More of the thing moved
inside her, and her body shifted again to adjust to his penetration of
her special place. Then his bone bore down on hers in the way that
announced he was fully inside her. She felt her most intimate part
encompass him, and she felt the shape of him inside her. She also felt
the tears running down both her cheeks.

Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought any man besides Jerry
would ever do what this man was doing to her. She didn't want it to
happen, even now, but she'd done nothing to stop it. She'd never felt
this way before, in all the times she'd made love to Jerry. She didn't
want that thing in her and yet it was now inside her. Aware that she
was breathing very hard, very fast, with her face turned she was
staring at the KY jelly tubs that she'd used to make this horrible
thing possible. She now felt the weight of the man on top of her. She
realized that she didn't know what he looked like, and she didn't want
to!

She was about as cold sexually as it was possible to be as he began to
move in and out of her. The only movement she'd made was to adjust so
that the penetration didn't hurt, but there wasn't much discomfort now
that he was fully using her. She immediately tried to shift her focus,
her thinking away from her crotch. She didn't want to feel what was
being done to her. None of the tenseness had left, if anything her
dread had increased. As hard as she tried, she couldn't remove herself
from her body. She felt the organ inside her, the weight of the man on
top of her. She could hear his labored breathing, and smell him. The
only sense that wasn't full of the man was taste. She brought her thumb
to her mouth and chewed on her fingernail, a habit she'd broken in the
7th grade.

She heard a new sound, the squishy liquid sound of her crotch as he
moved in and out of her. She felt the forced intimacy as his hips
pressed against her inner thighs. The man began to move very fast now
and Jenny was horrified to think that he was going to put his seed in
her. It had always seemed messy when Jerry did it, but she'd also
always rationalized that it was proof that she'd pleased him. Now, she
didn't want to please this man and he was going to mess in her anyway.
She felt him tense, and he slipped an arm under her and hugged her to
him. He moaned in her ear and pushed deep into her and she knew that
he'd done it. All she wanted now was for him to pull it out of her and
to go away!

Instead, he pushed deeper into her and wiggled getting a new tactile
pleasure from her twat, and making her breasts shake against his chest.
Then he released her and supporting himself on his elbows, he pulled her
face around so she had to look up at him. He was a very old man! He was
at least fifty; he had gray hair and everything. Jenny began to squirm
to try to turn away from him.

"Jenny, you've done it, whether you ever thought you'd ever do
something like this or not, you have done it. You've walked into a room
with a man you've never seen before and you spread your legs and fucked
him. You can't run away and you can't change it. The only question now
is whether it's going to do any good."

Jenny felt a wave of panic seize her, not do any good?

The man continued, "If you think this is what we want from you then you
need to think again. I could get better from a whore for less than
twenty bucks. I don't expect you to love me, I have a wife who does
that, but I expect you to show your gratitude and that isn't what you
just did. I know this was your first time, and it's okay, this once,
but if you can't do a whole lot better than this I don't think this is
going to work out for either of us."

Jenny was hyper aware of the man's penis inside her and so anxious to
get it out of her that it took several seconds for the impact of what
he was saying to sink in, this could have been for nothing!

"No, please you have to protect him, please."

"Jenny, we're going to protect him?as long as you do your part, but
this isn't your part. I don't want a place to jack off; I want a woman
who is as much a part of this as I am. Now, this wasn't the way I want
to do it, but I did it because it was all you could do to keep from
bolting out of here and you didn't want to do that either. We have a
deal you and me, I'm going to protect your husband's ass and you are
going to show me and others how grateful you are by giving us yours.
Are you grateful?"

Jenny had always been very truthful and had frequently opened her mouth
before engaging her brain, "I don't think I should have to do this to
protect my husband! That's your job!"

"No, Jenny, my job is to keep dangerous criminals from escaping! Your
husband is one of them and his asshole's safety is his own worry. Even
if protecting his anal virginity was my job, letting it be known that I
would personally make it hard on anyone who hurts him is certainly way
beyond that, don't you agree?"

Jenny was confused, and very aware that this man was still inside her,
but she did understand that Jerry needed extra protection, he was
basically a nice guy and if he was well built and strong she had no
illusions that he could protect himself against the animals she'd seen
when she been in the visitation room. Her emotions where fluctuating
wildly. The only thing she knew with certainty was that she wanted his
thing out of her and she began to squirm in an attempt to make it come
out.

"Stop it! Jenny, I want you to feel my cock inside you. You don't like
what you are, but you are what you are! You are a woman who will fuck
other men so that her husband doesn't get raped. That doesn't make you
a whore, or a bad person. I happen to think it's admirable to do this
but if you are going to be successful in protecting your husband you've
got to accept what you are doing. I'm the oldest and most experienced
man here. If I don't like how you're acting, how do you think some of
the others would react when you act like you think we belong where your
husband is? I can tell you right now that none of us wants you like
this; we'll just let things go. You've earned a few days protection and
that's all you'll get."

Jenny felt a new kind of desperation well up in her, she couldn't let
what she had done be wasted, "No! Please! I'll... I'll..."

She broke down and cried, she was aware that she wanted to be held and
comforted. Slowly it dawned on her that this man was doing that for
her. She even forgot for a little bit that his cock was still inside
her, until he rolled off her onto his back and pulled her onto her side
and her face into his chest. Jenny continued to cry for several minutes
before she was aware that she'd relaxed in his arms.

She felt floaty, a little detached, 'Probably the pill, ' she thought.

Giving the man a small kiss on his chest she said, "Thank you for that.
This is so hard for me; I've never been with another man before and I
never thought I would."

"Are you better, are you prepared to do what you need to do?"

Jenny tried to take a mental inventory, she felt awful, she had no
desire at all, but she was grateful that he was being so gentle with
her.

"I'm going to do my best, I owe Jerry..."

"Shush now, I don't want to hear about your husband or any of that; we
both know why you're here and why I'm here. The question is can you do
this? Are you enough of a woman to do what you have to do? To keep your
word?"

Jenny had prided herself on always on keeping her word and being fair.
It was a weird sensation to understand that it meant... doing this. She
took a deep breath, she had already done it, all the names anyone might
have wanted to call her applied now and even if she walked out now she
could never pretend that she'd been a faithful wife... He seemed to
read her mind.

"I don't think you're being unfaithful by the way, just the opposite
and your husband will never know. The question is are you going to have
a good attitude or are you going to make it so unpleasant on yourself
that no one wants to help you?"

Jenny was hyper aware that she was pressed ?p against this naked man, a
man who had just used her sexually and she appreciated the kindness he
was showing her, it wasn't what she'd expected and while it was going
to be worse to be an active partner than what she'd done, she had done
it and she'd never been one to cry over spilt milk. Besides, she knew
that she owed this to Jerry and, as awful as it had been, she'd do more
to keep him safe. As much as she wanted to make this an exploitation of
her, she had to admit that it wasn't his job to protect Jerry and if
you looked at it that way, it was hard to say who was exploiting whom.
She still didn't want to do what she was doing, but she was certainly
feeling a little better about it.

As she felt a wetness between her legs as his stuff leaked from her
down there, she blushed but thought, 'He's right, I've done it and
that's the proof. Maria was right too, what woman wouldn't do this to
protect her husband?'"

She relaxed a bit more; this man had a fatherly feel to him, he looked
older than her father and that made her feel less used because he
hadn't been passionate when he was doing her... 

"Jenny, I want you to tell me what you've agreed to do, not been forced
or tricked, but agreed to do."

Jenny swallowed hard, that was the point, she had agreed to this and
she'd done it, "I agreed to have sex with you."

"What does that mean? Was that what you did just now?"

"No." She said very softly.

"Besides it was more than just to have sex wasn't it? It was to be an
anything goes girl, to role play, to do fantasy stuff, basically to do
anything I or my friends wanted wasn't it?"

Jenny felt like she had when she'd been a little girl and her father
had chewed her out for not doing a job he'd given her right, but had
tried to cut corners.

"Yes it was," she said even more softly.

"So what do you think you should do to make it better for me?"

Jenny had never made love more than once in a day even on her
honeymoon, and the idea that this man might not be finished with her
just didn't cross her mind, "I'll do a lot better next time you come.
I'll try to do whatever you want.'

"What about this time, are you ready to show me how well you can give
head?"

Jenny was shocked, she pulled back to look at his face, "You mean now!
After... I felt your... you finished right?"

She was mortified, but perhaps because she didn't expect to have to do
anything else she was still relaxed.

"Sure for right now, but I think I might like to get a 'feel' from you,
do you mind if I play with your tits?"

Again, Jenny was caught totally off guard. She was aware that her
breasts were pressed into his chest, but it wasn't sexual at all. He
waited and after a second, Jenny realized that he wanted her to shift
positions so he could feel her up. Somehow moving so that he could
fondle her breasts, seemed more intimate than having let him put his
cock in her, and she averted her face as she adjusted. When she felt
his hand on the outside of her gown moving her breast, she swallowed
hard.

"Look at me Jenny; you're a part of this!" he said as his hand closed
in on her breast.

Jenny looked back at him and she knew that she was giving him the kind
of permission that she hadn't when she'd let him put his thing... his
cock inside her. It was uncomfortable, but she watched his face as he
began to manipulate her boob. He first cupped it to feel its size then
began to feel it, in an almost non-sexual way just to see how it felt;
then, gradually it became sexual. After a few minutes, Jenny had no
doubt that he was using her body, getting pleasure from her breast...
using her. Even so, when she felt his hand move down her stomach toward
her twat, she started to grab it. She caught herself and she saw him
arch an eyebrow in question. Jenny felt her body shiver at what she was
doing but she adjusted her position, and lifted a leg so that he would
be able to touch her down there. She wanted to run away because she was
embarrassed, but perhaps because they'd already had sex or because he
seemed so old she was able to hold her legs open for him while
continuing?to look him in the eye.

She'd expected him to immediately insert his finger; that's what Jerry
always did, but instead be began to gently trace his fingers over her
skin. His touch was light and for a second Jenny though he was seeing
how well she'd been shaved, but as it continued Jenny realized that she
was being explored. She had never wondered if her parts were different
from any other woman, but now she did. This man had obviously had other
women in his bed, Jenny did the math, if there were two women per shift,
and she only had to come twice a month, that would imply that there were
at least eight women involved here and he'd said he was married. This
house had the feel of something that had been going on for many years
and there had probably been a lot of women. Jenny was shocked to find
that she was concerned that she might not be right, down there,
different somehow, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.

Jenny tried to read his face to see what he was thinking as he touched
her, she was afraid that she might be being graded... and found
inferior. At the same time, she was trying to figure out how she felt
about being touched so intimately yet so impersonally. She looked off
to the side unable to watch the man who was using her any longer.

"Jenny, look back at me. I know this is hard on you, but you need to
get it through your head; you're a sex toy, or in my case a marital
aid. You can't let yourself get embarrassed by what we do to you or
what you do to us. This is going to be minor compared to some of the
things that some of the guys will do to you. I know that someone will
be bringing toys for you to masturbate with this afternoon. We'll all
see every inch of your body; including as much of your insides as it's
possible to see without cutting you open. I know some guys are into
bondage but I don't think anyone today wants you to spank them or whip
them. That's some of what you do for us, things we can't do at home.
What's more, we don't want your opinion of what it is we do with you.
I've never fucked my wife's ass. It would never have occurred to me to
ask her to do that when she was still sexual; I would have been too
afraid that she might think less of me. But I'm going to fuck yours, in
a little bit. I've never had her suck my dick; I wouldn't ask her to do
that, and since she's a lady she'd refuse if I did ask. You on the
other hand will not only suck a lot of cock today, you'll swallow if a
guy wants to cum in your mouth. You have sucked cock haven't you?"

Jenny knew her eyes had gotten wide as he spoke and she could feel her
blush, "No, Jerry asked me once, but I wouldn't do that, it didn't seem
dignified, not something you'd ask your fiancée to do."

"Like maybe only a girlfriend or a whore?"

Jenny felt her face burn she knew how red she could get when she was
this embarrassed, and then she gasped as she felt his finger work its
way inside her, and blushed harder still at what he was doing to her.

"Not a girlfriend either," she said before she thought about it,
wanting not to feel his finger, but very aware of his touch, of his
using her body in a way that only Jerry should be allowed to do.

It was only after she'd said it that she realized that she'd just
admitted that she hadn't been a virgin when she'd married and Jerry had
stopped asking her to do that long before they'd married.

"Well you're not a whore, you're a party girl, and party girls suck
cock don't they?"

"I guess."

"Look Jenny, I know that given your choice you'd be a lady, you
wouldn't be here, in this house letting me finger fuck you but it's
only here, in this house, that you have to be different and it's only
temporary, when your husband gets out you can be a lady all the time.
For that matter you can be now; you just can't be one here. That's not
so bad is it, being a party girl in secret to protect your husband?
Didn't you ever in your heart of hearts want to know what it was like
for the wild girls?"

Jenny had thought about it, she'd fantasized about it when she
masturbated, she'd even had a dream about it recently, which had shamed
her when she woke up. The way he'd put it didn't sound like all that
much. What Maria had said about what happened here, staying here made
more sense now. Lying here letting him play with her twat was so out of
character for her as to be almost as if she was another person. Why not?
It wasn't like she had a choice anyway; she was going to have to do all
this stuff. Wwhat if she let it all go up here? It'd probably make it
easier for her. She took a deep breath and tried to relax as the finger
moved in and out of her.

"I don't know how a party girl acts."

"A little like you're acting now, anything goes; the only difference is
that it's also okay with her. You're letting me finger you, but you're
not okay with it yet. Why not? You know you're going to do all sorts of
things today, why not just let it all go? I once read that a woman
should lose her inhibitions when she takes off her clothes. You don't
have anything to feel guilty about, not really, and if you play out
your own fantasies here, this place can be no more real than a dream.
You can go home and be the person you've always been, but here just
pretend you're the person you might have been had you ever gone wild."

"I don't know how to do that," Jenny said after a short silence.

"It's easy, you do it and you don't think about it. Start right now,
fuck my finger and practice talking dirty about what you're doing.
Normally I don't like to hear my partner talking dirty but some guys do
and you need to let go."

Jenny thought about it, and felt the finger moving in and out of her
like a small penis. She took another deep breath and decided to try, it
sounded better than anything else she might do. She understood that if
this was going to do Jerry good she had to do better than she'd done to
this point.

She began to move her hips on the finger that was inside her and said,
"Do it to me with your finger."

"Jenny I've already fucked you and I've got my finger inside you, I've
felt your tits and you're going to suck my cock in a little bit before
I fuck your asshole. Now tell me what you're doing and what you're
going to do and be dirty about it, use the words you never use."

Jenny blushed at the thought of what he was going to do to her but she
was trying and hadn't stopped moving on his finger.

"Fuck my cunt. Push that finger up my pussy. Get me good and wet for a
hard dick!"

Jenny blushed again, but this time it was because while the words
continued to sound artificial she could understand how the action might
not be.

With more sincerity, she said, "Fuck me deep inside my pussy, suck my
tits, make my nipples hard."

"Lift up your gown," he said as he leaned over her.

Jenny lifted up her gown, showing her breasts to only the second man in
her life. When he took her right one in his mouth it felt very good. He
also did something with his finger, deep inside her pressing up against
her bone from the inside, and it felt incredible. It was a place she'd
never been touched and when she realized what was happening she thought
she ought to feel guilty.

To cover that guilt she said, "That's it fuck me there," and it had
been spontaneous.

He took his mouth from her breast and for the first time he kissed her.
He kissed her like she'd never been kissed before. Jerry had kissed her
with passion, but this was an impersonal, sexual kiss that demanded a
response from her and she gave it. He pulled her down on top of him and
when he broke the kiss, he pushed her head down toward his waist. All
that part of both of them was under the sheets, but he pulled those
back and Jenny saw the second penis of her life. It looked a lot like
Jerry's.

'And it's been where Jerry's has been, but now it's about to go where
no penis has ever gone before!' she thought and almost grinned.

She had to move and his finger came out of her, which she missed but as
she leaned down over his cock, she closed her eyes and took it in her
mouth. She'd been apprehensive about doing it, but it had been easier
than she'd imagined it would be. It didn't have much taste to it, which
su?prised her. When she remembered that it had just been inside her it
surprised her more. She knew she had a scent when she made love to
Jerry, and that meant that she hadn't been 'excited' at all when he
done it to her. There was the slightest hint of what she knew was
sperm, but it just tasted male. She didn't know what to make of that as
she began to suck on it going from soft sucking to as hard as she could
to soft.

"Sucking cock isn't just about sucking it's more about licking and
using your tongue. Bob your head some but the more you use your tongue
the better."

Jenny did and following his instruction as she played with the thing.
She also licked his balls and she understood why men might like it
better if a woman was shaved. She had just had that thought when he
directed her to straddle his head and she knew she was about to do
something else she'd never done. His tongue seemed to ignite a fire in
her and after a few minutes, she realized that she was hoping to get
the thing in her mouth hard! Somehow, it was liberating to know that
she was being turned on by a man older than her father.

It wasn't until she let him use his hands to spread wider, thus giving
him easier access to her that she realized what he was being allowed to
see. That was something else she'd never allowed Jerry to do, to look at
her down there. It was at last confirmation that she was able to put
'Jenny' aside in this place and be someone else. She would never be
like this with Jerry, but this is what these men wanted and judging
from how she was acting, she was going to be able to do it. The thing
in her mouth was getting hard now, hard enough to go back into her and
she was wondering if he was going to cum in her mouth or use her twat.

"I think I'm ready to try your ass now."

He pushed a finger into her anus and moved it around. Jenny was so
startled she didn't react for a few seconds but then just remained
motionless while he rotated his finger back there. The reaction was so
unlike her that again, she wondered just how strong that pill had been,
but if it was helping her to get through this, she was glad she had
taken it.

"What do you want me to do?"

She was feeling nervous, but it wasn't as bad as when she'd first
walked into the room.

"You know it's going to hurt, there's not much I can do about that. I
might be the only one to use you this way today, but you can count on
everyone doing you here before too long. I would strongly recommend
wearing a butt plug as much as you can between now and then. I know we
have some here and you can take one home with you. For now, what I want
you to do is let me up. I think you'll need to put a little more
lubrication back here," he moved his finger around in her anus so that
there could be no mistake about where he was talking about, "When
you've got this all lubricated, I want you to use your 'K' tube to get
me greased up so that this is as easy on you as it can be."

She crawled off him and she blushed as she got the tube and put some
stuff on her finger and rubbed some on her anus. She then pushed the
nipple into her rectum and gave it a little squeeze. A part of her was
marveling that she was doing this in front of a man, but immediately
rationalized that he'd already had her and had seen everything that she
had down there better than any man ever had. Her doctor might have seen
more of her, but her doctor was a woman. What's more, he was the one
she was doing this for. A portion of her brain just couldn't accept
that she was being so casual about this, as she reached for his penis.
She put a little on her fingers and began to run it up and down the
organ.

'He's getting ready to put this in my bottom, and it's going to hurt; I
should be more bothered by it, ' she thought; aloud she said, "What do I
do now?"

"I want you to kneel down on the edge of the bed, spread your legs as
wide as you can, then spread you ass cheeks so I can get a good look at
your asshole."

He had to help her get in the position that he wanted, with her knees
on the very edge of the bed and her legs hanging off. J?nny had never
imagined that she would ever be as open as she was even before she
reached back to spread her bottom. He had her spread wider and arch her
bottom up, and as obscene as the position was, Jenny couldn't believe
how untroubled she was. In her mind's eye she saw her anus thrust up,
begging to be used and was untroubled by the image. He had her hold
that position for a long time, long enough that Jenny begin to want him
to get on with it; it was just plain undignified to kneel like this
exposing her anus to a man for his use.

"Talk dirty for me Jenny. Tell me what I'm going to do to you and beg
me to do it to you."

"You're going to put your dick up my asshole, you're going to literally
fuck the shit out of me. I'm going to hold my bottom open for you so you
can see my asshole so you can stick your cock in it. I'm going to work
it for you when you get it in me."

Again Jenny marvelled that she was so casual about what was about to be
done to her. Somewhere deep inside she knew that something was wrong
with her attitude but her response to that knowledge was to be grateful
that she could do what she needed to do. She felt some dread as she
waited for him to push into her. She felt his hands on her hips, close
to her own hands. She felt his penis touch her nether hole, and as she
had been instructed she tried to push out as she felt the tip of it
enter her. As Jenny felt it push into her it was very strange
sensation; it wasn't as painful as she'd thought it was going to be,
but it did hurt... a lot. It felt a little like a large bowel movement,
the kind she'd had following a spell of constipation, and she hoped she
didn't get anything on his... his cock as it slowly entered her. Again,
a distant and tiny portion of her mind screamed at what she was allowing
to be done to her.

"Keep pulling those cheeks open for me babe. How does this feel to
you?"

Jenny knew she was breathing hard, the pain was acute, but it was
bearable.

"Just don't go too fast, let me adjust to this. It feels strange to
have that there. It's not as bad as I thought, you can push in a little
more if you want, but please go real slow and let me adjust."

He did push in and Jenny felt her anal muscles expand some more, but
now that the head was in her it was easier. He continued to push slowly
until she felt the pressure of his hips on her cheeks.

Jenny squealed, "Wait, wait, please for god's sake wait a minute, let
me adjust, please!"

He did stop and Jenny felt her orifice throb as she tried to relax the
muscle spasm he'd created.

As it subsided, Jenny took a deep breath, but before she could say
anything, he asked, "What do you think now that you've got all of it in
you?"

"I certainly know that you're in my ass. It's very different but not
like I would have thought; it's kind of a good feeling..." he pulled
almost out and pushed back in softly, "not yet... please not yet let me
adjust," she gasped, but the pain she'd expected at the movement hadn't
been there.

Instead, she felt possessed in a way that she never had when Jerry had
made love to her. She almost liked the feeling, it was comforting in a
way. He remained still in her for about a minute and Jenny decided to
see if movement would hurt. She began to move her hips in such a
fashion that would correspond to him pumping into her. She was aware
that she was very slick back there from the K-Y, that there was no
resistance to his movement, and now that her muscles seemed to have
adjusted to his entry there wasn't any pain, just a sensation of being
stretched out by him. She couldn't decide if that was a good feeling or
not. For a second she wondered if she would be enjoying this if it were
Jerry, then her mind shied away from the obvious conclusion that she
would.

'What's important is if I can enjoy it with these men, ' she thought.

He began to move with her and in a few seconds his movements weren't
gentle, he was pounding her hard enough that it was difficult to hold
the position she was in. She was being pushed down.

"Okay I want you to use both hands to play with your pussy? work your
clit or whatever you do, but I want you to let it go. I also want to
feel your finger in your cunt with my dick in your ass."

Jenny didn't want to touch herself while he was inside her, but she did
as she asked. Normally she didn't use both hands to masturbate, but
normally she didn't insert a finger either. When she did this time, she
could feel the cock in her rectum and she was unable to deny that it was
extremely sexy. She had never masturbated in front of Jerry; to do so
now turned her on in a way that she couldn't understand. She felt her
sexual tension rise and all of what was being done to her began to blur
as she built to an orgasm. As she came, she was aware that he had pushed
hard into her and knew that he was coming in her at the same time. She'd
never had an orgasm when Jerry was inside her, or during sex at all for
that matter and the irony of her first simultaneous orgasm was not lost
on her.

As she unwound, the cock in her bottom took on a different feeling,
more like what one would feel when going to the bathroom and she had
the greatest urge to try to push it out like she would if she were on a
commode. Following her impulse she did, and was surprised to hear a
sound of pleasure from the man. She did it again and was rewarded with
more positive responses from him as he snuggled into her; pushing her
flat on the bed, only her calves extending over the edge. It was a nice
feeling and she felt more relaxed than she had since she'd left the
restaurant. The clock chimed, it made that 'Big Ben' rising tone
followed by the dropping tone that signaled the half hour. Jenny
couldn't believe that all this had taken so little time, and she
wondered what he was going to do to her for the balance of his time. As
she finished that thought, that distant voice demanded to know why she
was so calm about what was being done to her, but it was very easy to
ignore.

He pulled out of her anus, walked over, opened the nightstand, pulled
out a container of the wet paper towels, like you use to change a baby.
Jenny knew that he was cleaning his cock of any of her waste that might
be on it and closed her eyes so she wouldn't see.

"If you'll make space for me I'll join you for a few minutes and hold
you if you'd like that, otherwise I'll just get dressed and hit the
shower house on the way out."

Jenny thought about it for a few seconds and decided that she did want
to be held and moved over so she was lying on the far side of the bed.
As she scooted across the sheets, she could feel her anus. That's how
she thought of it, she was aware of her anus, and that it had sperm in
it. It burned a little but not bad, mostly it just felt... she couldn't
describe it, but it wasn't altogether unpleasant. She made no attempt to
cover herself or keep any of her sexual parts out of his view. Once or
twice she'd felt this way around Jerry, 'fucked' her mind provided,
thoroughly 'known' in the old term by this man, with nothing to hide,
visible in all her imperfections, warts and all. He was welcome to see
anything she had and her body was his to use if he wanted. She liked
the feeling but was surprised to find it now with a man whose name she
didn't know. Startled, she knew that was something she did want, she
wanted his name but she hadn't known if she was allowed to ask.

He lay down next to her and idly played with her breasts, "You've got
nice tits; I thought you would from your picture but I'm glad to know I
was right. Do you have any questions you want to ask me?"

"Can I ask your name?"

"Sure, I Ray Rodgers, I'm an assistant warden out there. I've been
happily married for almost twenty-five years and my wife knows what I'm
doing here. She was in a car accident several years ago, had her
privates messed up. She can't have sex, a piece of the other car hit
her between her legs and tore her up down there. She had plastic
surgery but it didn't work, so you girls are a way to allow me to
release the pressure."

"Couldn't she do... what we just did, in back?" Jenny asked, touched
and very confused, she was focused on Jerry.

?he had done this for him but she was concerned about this man and his
poor wife. She hadn't found anal sex repulsive and had enjoyed it
enough that the prospect of more didn't bother her.

"She was messed up there too, she can't go to the bathroom in a normal
fashion, but I don't want to discuss my wife's problems with you. What
about you; do you have any questions about how we're going to protect
your husband?"

"I just have to trust that you will. It makes sense that you do, or the
other women wouldn't keep coming back."

Ray smiled at her, "That's true; we can't give a hundred per cent
guaranty because it's a very dangerous place; there are a men in there
who need medication and don't always take it. One of those could
decided on the spur of the moment that your husband is trying to kill
him and stab him, but we can keep the predators and the gangs off him,
and he won't ever find out either. The biggest danger is that he might
get to thinking he is some kind of tough guy, which we can't let
happen, because even we can't make someone else back down to him. If he
starts going that way we'll see he gets a few lumps to bring him back to
reality, but as long as you make this very nice ass available," he
patted her on her bottom, "your husband's ass won't be. If he gives us
any opportunity by being a better than average inmate and you do your
job well, we'll get him a good safe job in the library or hospital. If
you work especially hard and build up some brownie points we'll make
sure he sounds like a second Chuck Colson when he goes for parole and
he will go as soon as he is eligible. If both of you work hard he
should be home in a lot less than normal. We have no sway on the parole
board, but officer recommendations carry a lot of weight, especially
from those of us who have rank."

As he'd been talking, Jenny had felt her emotions going wild. They'd
been told not to expect him to have much chance of parole on the first
try unless he was a model prisoner and that very few could do that when
they were new to the system. They'd been told to expect that he would be
in for at least three years and more likely four. Gratitude and relief
warred as Jenny leaned up and hugged him. Getting Jerry home was the
most important thing in her life and she had been so scared for him.
Despite what she'd been doing with him, Ray seemed like a 'father
figure' and she believed him. He would protect Jerry and that was the
most important thing. He hugged her back, but unlike her hug, his was
sexual, he played with her crack. That strange fuzzy intoxication from
her pill was still at work because while she wanted him as a father
figure his playing with her bottom didn't bother her.

"As much as I've enjoyed our time together, I've got to go. You've done
pretty well, show this kind of attitude to the rest of the guys. It will
take all of us to keep him safe, so you need to make sure everyone goes
home satisfied. You do and he'll be home before you know it."

He got out of bed and began to get dressed. Jenny had never taken off
her gown, but it certainly hadn't been in the way. As she watched him
dress, she felt slightly less wanton to have some clothes on, but she
didn't know exactly what she was supposed to do now. This was her
second lover getting dressed, she was going to have more, but it didn't
seem right to lie in bed and just watch him walk out, so she got out of
bed and walked over when he was pulling his pants up. He already had
his shirt on, and Jenny wanted to give him a kiss for being so nice to
her and all that he'd done to make this easy on her. She moved close
and when he opened his arm she moved into it gave him a peck on the
cheek. It was she realized the perfect gesture, she was completely
available to him, he could do anything to her he wanted, but he
couldn't make her want to kiss him on the cheek and Jenny decided that
it was one of those things that she would use as her way of saying
thank you.

"I look forward to seeing you next month Jenny, it'll be interesting to
see how much you've learned by then."

"I thought I had ?o be back here in two weeks?" Jenny said confused

"You do, but you'll be in the blue room and you will be seeing those
guys. When you come back in four weeks, you'll be in here again and
I'll see you then. Until then you be careful and be careful when you
drive home, don't have an accident or get a ticket, I can't help you
with those by the way, I can't even help myself with those."

He shifted around and pulled her to him for a big hug, again, it was
sexual, his hand going to her bottom. She spread her legs to allow his
finger to penetrate between her legs. She'd have rather had a nice
friendly hug, but kissed his cheek again anyway. He released her,
winked at her and was out the back door.

Jenny stood there for a moment looking at the closed door. Awestruck
that she'd just 'entertained' a man, and that she didn't feel worse
about it, or the fact that she now needed to get ready to 'entertain'
someone else. Thinking about her bottom she had a fleeting thought that
she hoped the next man wouldn't use her anally because while it had been
pleasant, her anus was hurting a little right now; it had been stretched
too much, or at least it had that feel to it.

She also felt a desire to 'freshen up' down there, not a compunction,
but about the way she'd felt about cleaning up when she'd made love to
Jerry in the daylight. She wasn't sure she was supposed to wear the
bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door if she was just going
to the bathroom, but since the clock hadn't chimed the three quarters
hour she decided to wear it. When she got to the bathroom, she felt a
need to move her bowels, hung the bathrobe on the back of the door, sat
on the commode and pushed. She felt something come out but knew it
wasn't feces; it was what Ray had put inside her. Having sperm drip
from her didn't bother her much, she was accustomed to Jerry's stuff
falling out, but the feces that followed made her blush. She'd assumed
that she was 'empty' back there but if she wasn't then Ray had been
wiping stuff off his cock and some how that seemed gross. She wiped
herself well, which was made more difficult by the presence of the K-Y
but when she felt clean she flushed the commode and went to the sink to
get her washrag to soap it up to wash between her legs.

The sight of her shaved genitals caught her by surprise, but thinking
back to the way Ray's tongue felt in her she could see why if a man
wanted to do that to her, he'd probably like it better than if she
still had hair down there, which led her to think about what it had
felt like to have his penis in her mouth with his hair on her lips. It
hadn't been as gross or as repulsive as she had thought it would be. As
she washed her bottom, she tried to understand what she'd just done. She
remembered what it had felt like to have Ray inside her; mostly she
thought about him in her anus, what it had felt like to lie there and
let him mount her. It didn't seem possible that she'd been able to do
that, or that she'd been so much more acquiescent when he had done so
much more to her later.

The door opened and Maria came in wearing the nightgown and without her
robe. Her lipstick need touching up, and her hair was very mussed. She
looked like she'd just been doing what Jenny knew she had been doing.
Jenny looked at her own image for the first time. Her short hair was
mussed and her own make-up needed to be touched up. She had that "I've
been doing IT" look too, and despite the calm she felt she'd achieved,
she felt herself blush.

"Don't blush Jenny, you haven't been doing anything that I haven't been
doing. In fact, what we're going to do now would be gross if it weren't
so damn practical. Are you okay?"

When Jenny nodded that she was Maria continued, "The major is a
sweetie; I've never thought I could go for an older man, but if I
didn't have Juan I might be tempted to try for him. Some of the rest
aren't as nice or as much fun. The major makes sure I cum most of the
time, and there are only a few who give a flip about that.

"We need to clean up and freshen our make-up at the same time. Le? me
show you how to mix up a douche and then we will both need to use the
commode while we fix ourselves up for the next dance. Don't look at me
like that, we don't have any secrets from each other, we talk about the
men just like they talk about us. For one thing, it helps us, but if our
job is to make them happy the more we share the better job we can do,
which means less work for us. Here, this is the way you mix a douche,
and we'll both be in here at the same time. Otherwise we'd never get
ready for our next dance in time."

She proceeded to show Jenny how to mix the powder in the two little hot
water bottles she'd bought Jenny at Wal-Mart. She took a permanent
marker and marked the bag, hose and nozzle with black, writing a big
'K' on the first two and just painting the last with ink.

"I think you can figure out which of these are for which. Now it
doesn't matter which one you clean first, but if he used it, and I know
the major always uses everything then you've got, clean it. Of course,
you can't really get sperm out of you, you'll be carrying the little
things around for several days, but you can get clean. It's more
important to keep the vagina clean because about half the guys like to
go down on us, bless their little hearts, but if you don't clean your
rectum you can have leakage at just the wrong time, and men seem to get
irrational about seeing sperm leak out. I don't know why they hate to
see anything come out of us when we know how much they love to put it
in us.

"Now if you sit like this you can put the enema in and you'll be able
to hold the whole bag. Once it's empty take it out and push the fluid
out. Next time you'll need to do a regular enema before you get here.
Follow the instructions; put it in the roll on the floor before you let
it out. We don't have time for that here; these are just to clean out
what they gave us. The guys put these hooks up so you don't have to
hold the bag. You'll make some rude noises but don't worry about that.
You'll need to work on your make-up while I'm using the commode, then
we'll trade. Did you change your sheets before you came in? We'll go do
that right away, you'll find the clean sheets in the closet and a big
hamper to put the dirty ones in. Always change the sheets before you
come in here, the guys have the clock down pretty tight, they won't
come in until ten before the hour, and we have to be there on the clock
chime, and they expect us to be fresh when we get there, so you need to
be pretty quick about getting the sheets changed and out of there. Let
me get the rest of the enema in and I'll help you. You can hold a whole
enema by the way, as long as you don't have to hold it too long, at
least a whole one of the size I bought you."

Jenny watched as Maria got off the commode and followed her back to the
bedroom where she'd been. As Maria help her strip the sheets, she
noticed that there were some stains on them; it looked like it might be
feces. Jenny was embarrassed that Maria was seeing evidence of what
she'd done there, but they got them changed in a no time. Maria also
picked up her tubes of K-Y off the nightstand.

When they got back to the bathroom, Maria went right to the commode and
it sounded like she had a bad case of diarrhea, and she did make some
rude noises. Jenny didn't have all her make-up with her of course, but
she had brought enough to do the touch up that was needed. It was only
as she was putting the final touches to her hair that it dawned on her
just why she was doing it. In a very few minutes she would be going
back into that room and entertain a man. What bothered her most was how
little the thought bothered her. When it was her turn to sit on the
commode and administer an enema to herself, she was very aware of what
she was doing. It didn't feel like everything she put in there came
back out. The douche felt good, but she also felt very wet, like not
everything had come out. She looked at Maria and saw her pushing gel
into her bottom, which reminded Jenny that she needed to do that too.
There was a clock in the bathroom and it i?dicated that they only had a
couple of minutes left. Jenny hurried to apply her own gel, and then
brushed her teeth and used the mouthwash Maria had bought for her
earlier. She was almost ready... 



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Chapter 2: Happy Hubby


"You look great Jenny. How do I look, ready to be ravished?"

Her tone let Jenny know that even if she'd been doing this for years
she was still nervous about it. Jenny marveled again, why she wasn't
more nervous, it was there, but it was damped down almost distant. She
looked at Maria and saw Maria in a different light, she was very trim,
and if she wasn't especially pretty, she was very well groomed. Her
figure was average; in fact, there was nothing remarkable about her.
Nothing that would tell you that she'd just cheated on her husband and
was about to do it again. The nightgown wasn't outrageous, it had
probably come off the rack at Wal-Mart and if it was a little short, it
didn't scream sex. Jenny had seen much more daring sleep wear in the
dorms in college worn by girls who weren't even dating. Just looking at
her you couldn't tell that she'd just given herself an enema and a
douche to clear out the last man's sperm, that she wasn't wearing
panties and had her bottom smeared ready for sex.

"You look normal. This is so unreal..." the clock began its chime

"Don't let it get to you, don't think about it let's go," Maria said
and ushered them out of the bathroom as the clock began to strike the
hour.

Again, Maria opened the bedroom door and ushered Jenny in closing the
door behind her. Jenny felt horrible dread but at a distance as she
forced her eyes to the bed to see who the next man she would 'know' was
and was surprised to see that the bed was empty! Her eyes darted around
the room to see if somehow she had missed him, but she was alone. A
wave of emotional relief washed over her. Maria had told her that it
wasn't uncommon for someone not to show up, but not to expect it today
since she was new. Jenny wasn't sure what she should do. Should she
stay here, or go back out to the living room? If that little pill was
building a wall between her and her emotions, it was also making her
thinking a little fuzzy. After standing, staring at the bed for at
least two minutes she decided that she would wait in here for the next
chime then she'd go back to the living room and... and while Jenny
loved to read, she hadn't brought a book. She made a mental note to do
that next time. NEXT TIME! How casually she'd accepted that there would
be a next time, that she'd accepted this whole setup. She stared at the
bed and images of herself spread out, her bottom in the air to be taken
anally flashed through her mind.

She tired to get all her thoughts and emotions sorted out but it was
like a task her father had given her once; trying to put too many
marbles into a net bag. Just when she thought she had them all in the
weight of the load would force the netting apart and a few would slip
out. Now as she tried to gather her thoughts random images or ideas
would squirt out and she'd chase them down strange paths. The one
central thought was that she was doing this for Jerry, that she owed
him. She was down one of those paths when she was startled by the door
opening and she couldn't stop a gasp, turning reflexively to protect
her modesty.

"Sorry I'm late, my boy's playing in a game and I wanted to watch him
at bat. We're winning 4 to 3 right now; I really get a charge out of
watching him out on the field. I didn't know I could ever get that kind
of charge watching little league. I don't have much time; I told the
wife I had to run an errand, so bring a pillow over here and give me
some head."

Jenny had felt her mouth drop open at the idea that he'd left his wife
and child to come out here. The casual way he wanted her just to walk
over there... 

"Come on honey, I really don't have much time, bring a pillow so you
don't hurt your knees."

Jenny was aware of a sense of panic but again, it was distant. She was
going to do it, what he asked? just go over there and take his thing in
her mouth. A distant part of her mind noted that it might be easier than
having to spend a lot of time in bed with someone who would do this not
only to her, but more importantly, to his wife and kid. She got a
pillow off the bed and walked over to where he stood. She dropped the
pillow on the floor in front of him and dropped to her knees, waiting
for him to take it out of his pants. When he made no move to do so, it
slowly dawned on her that she was going to have to do that for him. She
reached up and unbuckled his pants and trying not to think about what
she was doing, she unbuttoned them. Her hand was trembling when she
began to unzip him and she was unprepared for the pants to drop to his
knees when she finished. He was now in briefs, something she'd never
seen before because her father and Jerry both wore boxers. She hadn't
noticed what Ray was wearing when he got dressed. She reached up with
both hands to pull them down and had to take a deep breath to hold in
her courage. As she pulled them down the thing almost hit her in the
face. He was already hard and Jenny moved to take it in her mouth
before she could think about what she was doing. She knew if she
stopped to think she'd balk.

Unlike Ray's earlier, this one had a taste, and it took Jenny almost a
minute of working her tongue around it like Ray had taught her to do,
to realize that she was tasting another woman's fluid on him. She
pulled her head back knowing she was angry but again feeling detached
from it.

"You did it with your wife..." she tried to let her anger show but he
pushed her on the back of her head forcing it back into her mouth...
and she let him.

"Yeah I love having you right after I've had Sue. I talked her into a
quickie just before we left for the game Buddy was already out in the
car, she didn't want to because she's pregnant, but she's always horny
too. That's it run your tongue around it like that. Buddy's playing
second base today, he's already caught a line drive for a double play,
and he's two for two at bat..."

He continued babbling about his child's baseball game, about his wife's
pregnancy and how much he was looking forward to his second child, who
would be a girl. Jenny wanted to scream at him to shut up that she
didn't want to know about the people she was cheating. It also made her
feel like a piece of furniture instead of a human.

She could feel him getting tense and knew that he was getting close to
orgasm.

She knew she had to let him do that in her mouth but she was wondering
if there was anyway to avoid it when he said, "Good stand up and bend
over I'm going to finish up in your ass."

Jenny didn't know if she felt relief or dread, she got up and took the
four steps to the bed before he said, "No not over there; here, just
turn around bend over, and put your hands on your knees if you have
to."

Jenny couldn't believe how undignified she felt as she did what he
asked, just making her bottom available like this for such a jerk. She
felt him lift her nightgown out of the way and using his hands on her
hips, he positioned her for his entry. He used the tip of his thing to
rub up and down her slit, using the wetness of her own saliva to get
her wet. Jenny felt the slickness of the gel as she felt him enter her.

She was surprised that he was in her vagina; she'd expected him to use
her anally based on what he'd said. Again, she had the strange
sensation of a cock going in her that she didn't want. She again felt
her body encompass his member and she cringed mentally and physically
at the artificial nature of what was being done to her. She was very
slick, but she was not in the least turned on, it was about as sexual
as putting a tampon put in. He made a few motions to adjust to her so
that he could get more inside and then he began to pound her. She
wasn't surprised at that pounding, Jerry had done pretty much the same
thing the few times she'd let him take her this way.

In less than a minute, she felt him cum and a distant voice was saying,
"How can you be like this, so uni?volved when you have a man inside
you?"

She didn't have an answer.

Seconds later, he pulled out of her and said, "That wasn't bad. Would
you hand me one of those wipes on the nightstand, I want to get back to
the game before I miss too much."

Jenny wanted to cry at what he'd done to her but she walked to the
nightstand and handed him the wipes, then watched as he cleaned his
cock and handed her the soiled tissue. Then, and without another word
he pulled up his shorts and pants, buttoning and buckling he walked out
the door. Jenny stood there looking at the closed door and she heard the
clock chime fifteen minutes. The whole thing couldn't have taken more
than four or five minutes. Jenny felt his stuff begin to slip out of
her and held the soiled wipes between her legs to catch it. She then
walked to the bed and threw all of them in the little trash can beside
the bed, but she could still smell them. She decided to empty the
trashcan and not really thinking she started for the kitchen.

It was only when she got to the door that she realized that she needed
to put on the bathrobe. Putting down the trashcan, she put it on and
stepped out. She was relieved to see that the living room was empty,
she had a horror of coming out and seeing Maria and her current partner
sitting on the couch making out or something. She emptied the little
trash can and took it back to the room. She didn't need to change the
sheets; she'd never even touched them so she went to the bathroom to
get cleaned up. She felt dirty, filthy from what she'd just done, dirty
and used. She brushed her teeth then sitting on the commode, she gave
herself a douche. She looked at her image in the mirror and touched up
her lipstick. This time she didn't have that 'I've done IT' look. Sshe
looked like she did before she left for school, and would have been
comfortable talking to her principal if she were dressed. It was
impossible to believe that she couldn't see any sign of how she felt
about what had just been done to her by looking in the mirror.
Realizing that she didn't want to see herself in the mirror right now
she went back into the living room. As she passed the other bedroom she
could hear sounds from the room; Maria was making some of them, but
mostly it was the sounds furniture makes when two adults use it the way
it was being used.

Jenny went back to the bathroom, got a hand towel, and put it down to
sit on the couch. Sitting on the towel suddenly felt obscene. Maria had
talked about not making a spot on the couch, but Jenny had though that
just meant the K-Y. She now knew that with the enema and the douche she
could leak those or the other. She didn't think any of the men's stuff
would still come out, but having to sit on a towel because of her
bottom was full of stuff was mortifying.

Sitting there, Jenny couldn't help but remember what it had been like
just a few minutes ago. The smells of 'the Jerk's' wife on his member
and his smells. The image of kneeling there using her mouth on him,
running her tongue around that thing, licking his hairy balls, and
getting a taste of his sweat. She grimaced as she remembered the way
that he had pumped into her mouth, jamming the back of her throat,
almost forcing her to gag. But mostly, she remembered the nastiness of
being intimate while he talked about his child's game. Jenny hoped
someday to see her own children involved in sports. She'd been an
athlete when she was younger, but the idea of Jerry leaving for a
little bit to go see a woman made her skin crawl. Her mind went to the
time when she was bent over. He had pushed her legs further apart and
then stepped into her. She could remember the squishy sounds they'd
made as he pumped his thing in and out of her... as he fucked her!

It was suddenly clear what he'd done, he'd fucked her and she'd been
nothing more than a warm place to put it! He'd never asked her name or
given his, he'd just he'd just shot his baby juice into her! The very
idea that it was possible to become pregnant from something so
impersonal broke her heart and she began to cry softly? unwilling to
accept that she was allowing this to be done to her.

"Oh Jerry, I love you so much. I will get through this for you, but
it's just so hard!" She said softly, and immediately remembered how
much harder it was for him in prison and her part in that.

She found some comfort in that thought, then taking a couch pillow, she
clutched it to her and let her mind go blank. She was unaware of the
world until the clock chimed of the half hour. Rousing herself, she
ambled back to the bathroom to fix her make-up from the damage done by
her tears. She looked at her image intently, but she still couldn't
accept that she was doing what she was doing; there was a lack of
reality to it.

As she fixed her eyeliner, she had a strange thought, 'Would it have
been easier for me if the last man I'd 'danced with' had been more
personal? I love Jerry, shouldn't that have made the way he did it to
me the last time better, since I was so uninvolved personally? Don't I
want that distance? Or is there something about doing that with a man,
even one I don't know, that I want from it?'

She certainly felt like she'd connected with Ray on a more intimate
level than just having had his organ inside her body. He'd said she
wasn't a whore, that she was good time girl, but that last man hadn't
treated her that way; he'd used her like you would a whore, and she
wasn't! She felt a different anger build, but damped, as all her
emotions were. She was doing what she was doing, but she didn't have to
be treated like a street whore. She didn't have to take that!

Maria burst through the door and dived for the commode. As soon as she
was on it Jenny heard what sounded at first like urination but when she
passed gas at the same time she realized that she was releasing liquid
from her anus. Had her last partner given her an enema? Why would any
man do that?

Maria saw her expression, "I'm not sure you want to know... it's so
gross, but... hell you'll might get one today. He gave me what's called
a Golden Greek. He likes to party and the guy's an athlete, he really
rides you, but it's fun in a way; I almost always cum for him, but
today he was also drinking beer the whole time. Right when he was ready
to leave he needed to take a piss and so he did."

It took several seconds for her words to sink in.

"He did it in you?"

Jenny had never been so shocked in her life. Surely even a whore
wouldn't allow that?

"Don't look so shocked, there are lots of guys who like to do it. I
understand that some of the monsters out over at the prison rarely use
a commode to piss. It's actually kind of a fun feeling, once you get
past the being used part, and your rectum won't get infected, the stuff
is actually sterile. There was a visitor once who tried to get one of us
to let him do it in our mouth, but you don't have to do that, that could
be a health risk. I heard you out in the living room, Sam was doing that
Jerk routine wasn't he? Arrived with his wife's juice on his cock,
talking about some activity of one of his kid's to justify a slam bam
and no 'thank you ma'am'? He loves to do that, I don't think he knows
how it makes us feel. When he can't get his wife before he comes over,
or doesn't have an excuse, he's a nice guy and not a bad lover, but
that's his fantasy, a mistress who loves him so much that she'll settle
for the smallest crumbs. I don't know for sure, but I think his wife
wears the pants in that family. Don't let it bother you, he's not using
you like a whore; I know it feels that way when you don't know. What he
really wants is for you to beg him for more of his time, to try to
tempt him to stay and to tell him how grateful you are that he took
time from his family to come see you. He probably was as unsatisfied as
you were about how it went. I don't think he knew that there was someone
new. A lot of these guys get so into their fantasies that it's as if
they're in a different world. He'll make it up to you next month and be
a nice guy, but keep in mind that these are rarely one-time sessions. I
mean sometimes a visitor will join us. Generally it?s someone who is
checking us out to see if he wants to join our merry band. Occasionally
it's someone who works at a different unit and is making a trade."

As she was talking, she had gotten off the pot and was mixing up a
douche and an enema. She sat back on the pot and seemed to be taking
both at the same time.

"Yeah you can clean both at the same time. I generally prefer to do
them one at a time, but I'm going to want two enemas to make sure I get
clean. You don't have to worry about infection from a golden, but there
can be an odor buildup and I'd hate that. You look nice, but you don't
have to use your free time to get ready for your next dance. If your
dance partner leaves early feel free to use all the amenities here.
There's a great selection of CD's and a pretty good selection of
movies, they generally have two or three new releases here for us to
watch during our off time or if we spend the night. They are nice guys;
just remember that you are here to fulfill their fantasies. A good time
girl who's willing to play a role, that's what we are. If you do that,
they are so grateful and that's great for your husband!

Jenny stared for a second then blurted, "This isn't personal to you is
it?"

Maria face softened and she clamped off the douche and enema, stood and
took Jenny into her arms.

"Of course it's personal, I have to play all sorts of head games to
like the guys while they're dancing with me. I have to suspend values,
but we can do that, and they are good guys. I could never take a man
into my body without it being personal, and if I could I don't think
they'd want me. I don't give any of them my love, but I'm so grateful
to all them. I do think I could be friends with all of them... if I
wasn't doing this, if I just met them someplace. I certainly wouldn't
consider having an affair with any of them... well there are a couple I
might consider if I wanted an affair badly enough, but I never forget
that I owe them. Don't put your heart into it, but don't think that you
have to just bend over and take it either. You're a party girl, an
anything goes girl, but every party girl wants something in return, and
that's affection. We'll do their fantasies, but we still deserve a kiss
out of it. It makes it better."

She sat back down on the commode and finished what she'd started. They
talked for a while with Maria talking about some of the fantasies that
the men liked to do. Most sounded pretty harmless, and many had a lot
in common with what was just done to her. Jenny didn't know how well
she could have played the role Sam, that was the name of her third
lover, wanted if she'd known it, but she would have felt a lot better
at the time if she'd known what it was.



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Chapter 3: Let's Play


When the clock chimed this time, Jenny didn't have to be led to the
bedroom. She was resigned to what she had to do. If she felt fear, it
was still that fuzzy kind that seemed so removed, the distance welcome.
Walking in she saw a man in his early thirties standing there. He looked
her up and down in as frank an appraisal as she had ever had in her
whole life. Her first reaction was resentment that she had to allow
some one to do that to her while she was dressed like she was.

His first words made it worse, "Aren't you a fine looked piece of
pussy! Prime grade A meat on the hoof, come on over here and let daddy
get a handful of those blue ribbon tits."

Deep inside, but somehow separate, Jenny felt her anger boil. She'd
hated men or boys who made comments like this, and if this man thought
she was just going to walk over there and let him cop a feel... two
thoughts hit her as she saw his expression, the first was that he was
playing a game. He didn't look at all certain of her reaction. Second,
that even if she didn't want to, she was going to walk over there and
let him cop a feel. Then some fleeting expression confirmed that he
wasn't being his real self, that this was some sort of game he wanted
her to play.

Choking back her anger and determined to?try to get through this
'dance' she said, "If you want to get your hands on these you're going
to have to do some sweet talking or figure out something better for
that nasty mouth of yours."

She was trying to be light and even coy, which didn't come naturally to
her, but when he stuck his tongue out and flicked it she realized what
she'd said! She'd practically asked for oral sex and all she'd intended
was to ask for a different kind of 'line'.

"Well come on over here and let me tickle your tonsils and see if that
doesn't put you in the mood to let me tickle your titties."

Jenny took a deep breath and walked over to him, trying to get into the
swing of things when it hit her that if she was a 'party girl' his
invitation might have been nice. He'd said he liked her looks and that
he was willing to look to her needs too. Trying to lock all her honest
reactions deep inside her, she smiled and moved to kiss him. She was
unprepared for his kiss. It wasn't just that he began by French kissing
her, she'd expected that, but that his tongue was very active, and it
felt good! The feeling of her breast mashed against his chest was
sexual in a way she hadn't expected. His arms were very muscular; in
fact, all of him was muscular. Jenny reacted to that in a strange way,
she was turned on! She'd had sex with two different men and had an
orgasm but this was different, she could feel her nipples getting hard
and she thought she felt some natural moisture forming between her
legs.

When his hand went down her back, she let him push her onto his cock
and it seemed as hard as the rest of his body. It had been months since
Jenny had felt anything like passion, she returned his kiss. She felt
his hand move down her bottom and she moved her legs to let him touch
her there. When he did, it ignited her and she pressed her body hard to
him, grinding her pelvis against his cock in open invitation. The whole
kiss had lasted only a couple of minutes but Jenny was panting for
breath when he released her.

"Well I found another use for my dirty mouth, are you ready to show me
those fine tits you've been trying to push through my chest?"

Jenny didn't even think that she was taking off her clothes for a new
man for only the second time in her life until after she had the gown
off and was moving back to kiss him again. The buttons on his shirt
pressed into her skin and the buckle on his belt was uncomfortable, but
his fingers between her legs felt wonderful.

Wondering if this was just the persona she was trying out, or if her
emotions were real, she pulled back and said, "Isn't it time that you
showed me yours, since I'm letting you play with mine?"

He practically ripped off his clothes, showing a passion that increased
the current she could feel flowing between her legs. Without thinking
about it, she did to him what he'd done to her. She looked frankly at
his body. It was hard and muscular he had to be a weightlifter, and his
organ was larger than any she'd seen.

Jenny felt her passion continue to rise as he moved to her, picked her
up as if she were a feather pillow and carried her to the bed. He lay
her down gently and moved over her to the other side. He kissed her,
then after a second, he moved to her breast and she almost moaned. His
finger entered her and she knew that she wanted more. She pulled him on
top of her and she spread her legs wide, bringing her knees up to make
it easy for him to enter her. When he seemed to have some trouble
finding her entrance she reached between them and guided him into her.

His entrance was hard but not brutal, Jenny pushed up with even more
force to capture his entire organ. She felt herself stretch down there
and had the 'joined' feeling she loved. She was moving under him trying
to grind her pelvis into his, to get pressure on her clit and got enough
that she was close to an orgasm. She didn't know that she was gritting
her teeth and stretching her neck until he kissed her again and she
clutched his back with both arms, wrapped her legs around his and
lifted her whole chest off the bed to press up ?o him.

"I'm going to cum," he whispered hoarsely into her ear and she felt him
start.

Her reaction was to grind hard up to him and squeeze him with her
thighs, her vagina and her arms. The pressure was enough to let her cum
too and it was intense for the next thirty seconds. When she'd finished
she was horrified at what she'd just done. Still, when he changed from
a demanding to a tender embrace of her she returned it, tears welling
from her eyes. There had been nothing of Jerry in what she'd just done;
she'd had her own pleasure and for the first time she understood that
she might have been vulnerable to someone who might want to 'comfort'
her while Jerry was in prison. She did like sex and she had missed it.
She was grateful that he'd given her what she missed and that she
didn't have to feel guilty. She had walked into the bedroom for Jerry,
even if he'd had no part in what she did here.

"Are you okay? Did you cum?" he asked, lifting up off her and looking
her in the face.

At the same time, he flexed inside her and Jenny was embarrassed at her
reflexive response, which was to squeeze to hold him inside her. He
continued to look down at her expectantly, until she blushed and was
forced to nod.

"Are you as good at giving head as you are at fucking?" he asked his
eyes so steady that Jenny knew she was going to have to answer aloud.

"I'm just learning how."

She tried to show with her eyes that she didn't want to have to do that
right now; having him inside her at the moment was pleasant and she just
wanted to bask in the body tingles she was still feeling. He seemed to
pick up on that because he leaned down and kissed her gently while she
snuggled up to him. For several minutes, they lay joined, not talking
but enjoying each other's bodies. Jenny let her skin enjoy the touch of
his hard muscles. She ran her hands lightly over his back feeling his
muscles ripple. She'd never understood the appeal of the muscle-bound
types to some girls but, as she felt his body in her, she had a random
thought that maybe Jerry would do what so many inmates seemed to do and
work on his body. As soon as she had the thought she banished it, but
she didn't stop enjoying the feel of the man on top of her.

It took her a little while to realize that he was getting soft inside
her, and was about to slip out. He lifted up and moved so that his legs
were outside hers and of course that caused him to slip all the way out
of her.

"Slide down between my legs and let me show you a great way to do
pushups."

It took Jenny a second to understand what he was saying. While the idea
of taking that thing in her mouth with all their juice all over it was
gross, the image of him doing pushups with it in her mouth tickled her.
She giggled as she moved down until her head was directly below the
thing. Reminding herself that she'd already done this with Ray and Sam
she tried to relax... 

Then her honest inner voice added, 'But not when you'd added anything
of you to his mix and if Sam smelled of his wife, he wasn't still wet
with her.'

Still, she opened her mouth to accept the slimy thing but giggled again
when his pelvis came down on her head and she heard him say, "ONE."

He wiggled while he was down; although the penis was too soft to do
anything, it was one of the ways he'd moved inside her and Jenny
laughed out loud. He began to lift up and Jenny sucked with all her
might to hold him down. It didn't keep him, but she did make a pop
sound when it was pulled from her. Her laughter and her mood were
lighter than at any time since that afternoon at the car dealership.
The taste wasn't as bad as she'd feared and making a game of sex was
something she'd never done.

When he pushed down, she was ready to take it back in her mouth and as
he announced, "TWO," she worked her tongue around the thing, making it
bounce around in her mouth, playing with it, which would have seemed
impossible even an hour ago.

A distant part of her was shocked at the idea that she could enjoy one
of those things in her mouth of all places. Again, as he began to move
up, she s?cked as hard as she could to hold him down and again it left
her mouth with a loud popping sound.

The pattern continued, but when he reached twenty, she lifted her head
up to keep it in her mouth and was very surprised that she wanted it to
stay in there. When he lowered down, she began to gobble him. That was
the only term she could think of, as she was taking it deep in her
mouth and throat and this time when he moved his hips she knew that she
was letting him fuck her face. She just didn't care. She was getting
sexually excited in a way she'd never thought possible.

She wrapped her hands around his butt and felt the hard muscles flex
under her fingers. The maleness of his bottom was the sexiest thing
she'd encountered in her life and she knew she was getting wet between
her legs. Jenny had thought that she enjoyed sex. She had even thought
that she was uninhibited with Jerry, but she'd never felt any
particular interest in his penis once she'd seen it and knew what it
felt like. It was just the thing that he put in her when they had sex.
She liked the feeling of it inside her but that was a feeling she
associated with being 'one body'.

Now she wanted this male thing that was in her mouth because it was
MALE and she realized that even though she'd had more sex today than
any two days in her whole life she wanted it to get hard and to fill
her. She sucked and she ran her tongue around it. She stuck her tongue
in the tip; she tried to swallow it down her throat. She felt her
pelvis thrust up as his thrust down on her face.

Finally, when she was afraid that the muscles in her mouth could do
nothing else, she felt him move differently and the organ began to grow
rapidly. In no time, it was too long to fit all of it in her mouth and
it was more than hard enough to do what she wanted it to do.

"Aren't you the little wildcat once you get going, do you want me to
fill your mouth with cum?"

Jenny didn't even hesitate in shaking her head no.

"Then what do you want me to do with this, put it in my pants and go
home?"

Again, Jenny shook her head no, and blushed because she let herself
mentally answer his question honestly. No, she didn't want him to go
home; she wanted this thing back inside her, his weight and hard body
on hers.

"Then tell me what you want," he said and pulled out of her mouth and
in the same movement somehow pulled her up so that she was once again
under him looking up into his eyes.

Jenny bit her lip and moved her legs to get them outside his. To be
open so that he might enter her, all the time looking up at the man
with whom she was doing this. When he didn't lower himself into her she
tried to raise her hips up to him, but he wouldn't let her capture his
cock.

"Tell me. Say the words. I want to here all of them."

Jenny didn't want to talk and tried again to capture him, but when she
couldn't she said, "I want you."

"You want me to how, or where or to do what? Put it in words tell me
exactly."

"I want you inside me."

"Doing what?"

Jenny felt real frustration and said, "I want you inside me fucking me!
Okay? Is that what you wanted me to say? I want you to put your cock in
me and fuck the shit out of me, now give it to me."

As she said it, she was trying again to get the organ inside her.

"I can't fuck the shit out of you if I put it where you're trying to
get it. So what do you want, your pussy fucked or the shit fucked out
of you?"

"My pussy, fuck my pussy," Jenny couldn't believe that she was saying
that or even worse meant every word.

"I think I'd rather fuck the shit out of you, I've already tried your
pussy."

Jenny looked up at him and blinked hard.

"Okay, how do you want me?" she heard her voice say, suddenly realizing
that right now she was more concerned with getting that thing back
inside her than just where it went.

He let it sink all the way into her vagina in one long thrust and Jenny
clutched him to her and kissed his shoulders. Her whole body shook with
the force of his thrust into her, but it felt so good that a moan
escaped her when he pulled out.

"Wait, don't stop; p?ease, that felt so good."

"Turn over and let me try that beautiful little ass of yours."

Jenny didn't hesitate but turned and spread her legs for him while
pushing her bottom up like Ray had taught her earlier. He was no easier
when he thrust into that hole, but it wasn't painful it was just filling
and although she was horribly stretched she liked the feeling and the
pain was good. He kept his body raised so the only places their bodies
touched was where they were joined. He grabbed her hair and pulled her
head back off the bed.

Jenny was a gymnast, she'd competed for the state crown in high school,
and although she didn't win and didn't compete any more she still did
her workouts. Right now, it meant that she had incredible flexibility
in her back and was able to arch back far enough to receive a kiss from
the man. The cock in her gut hurt but she was more interested in that
kiss than in the pain. She used her own arms to hold her position
arched almost into a U shape. She felt his hands on her breasts and
when he pinched both her nipples she screamed into his mouth but didn't
attempt to move. Nor did she move as he began to pile drive his cock
into her rectum. It hurt, horribly, but her nerves were stretched
tighter than her body. He pressed on her hard so hard that she couldn't
support their weight and she collapsed which let him sink his cock
deeper into her.

"Finger fuck yourself," he whispered in her ear and she moved her hand
to her shaved crotch.

He was pounding her very hard, very fast, but all she was aware of was
the orgasm she felt building. When it came, she saw stars or whatever
you call those little lights you see some times floating in front of
her. She wanted to melt into a puddle on the bed but he wasn't finished
with her and she tried to make her battered anus squeeze on him. It must
have worked because less than two minutes later, he came in her and she
could feel it!

She felt him relax into her and then without warning he turned over and
pulled her with him. She found herself on top of him in a semi-sitting
position with his cock still buried deep in her rectum. She gave a
startled gasp that was almost a scream. Her rectum hurt. Although she
liked the feeling of having him so deep inside her, she wanted him to
pull out of her. Even though she seemed to have orgasms easily while
being used anally, she knew that she would always rather have a man
vaginally. That distant part of her was shaking its head at her
acceptance that she would be having a lot of men in her, something that
she would have sworn was impossible when she woke up this morning.

"What do you do for a living?" the man inside her asked.

His tone was different that leering jerk was gone and this was just a
normal guy.

"I'm a teacher, I teach freshman history and I'm the gymnastics coach."

"I thought you were much more flexible than anyone I've ever been with
before. What would your kids think if they could see you right this
second?"

His hand moved down to her crotch that was open since her legs were
draped on either side of his. She looked down and realized that if
anyone were to walk in right now they would be able to see his cock in
her ass and they could see her open vagina leaking sperm. She had a
image of what some of her oversexed boys might think and in reaction
she tried to close her legs to make herself more demure, although as
she did, she knew that there was no way anyone could be demure with a
cock in her ass.

He continued, "Now there's a fantasy I used to have when I was a
freshman. I remember a good-looking teacher that I used to dream of. I
want you to spread those legs wide and play with your pussy for that
freshman boy."

Jenny reacted to the very idea that she'd ever let a student see her
like this, she pulled her legs together and would have pulled off his
cock if he hadn't grabbed her.

"I know you'd never do something like that; if you would, you're on the
wrong side of the fence, but it's okay to play games to pretend. I know
you'd never do this for a kid, but you're not doing it for a real kid
you'r? doing it for the kid I was at fourteen. Imagine what I looked
like then, skinny and tall and imagine I'm standing at the end of the
bed and show the skinny kid that is me, what you have for my use when I
grow up."

Jenny turned red from head to toe as she did what he asked. She could,
in her mind's eye, see a young man, the age of her students, looking at
her genitals.

"Play with your pussy for him shake it for him."

Jenny reached between her legs and was again struck by the missing
hair, and by how masturbating like this was affecting her. She couldn't
believe that she was reacting like this, or that the organ in her rectum
didn't feel more offensive. For just a second she thought about making a
little move that would result in that organ being where she wanted it
but remembered that she had to worry about infection.

"Will you tell me what your name is? You might not believe this from
the way I've been acting, but when I got here today my husband was the
only man I'd been with, and I don't ever want this to be an impersonal
act."

"My name is Jerry, like your husband; I'm married and I have two kids.
I love my wife, and I'd never want to hurt her, but she is very
conservative sexually and I'm not. You girls let me have my wild side
without having to have an affair. I would never go to a whore, and we
would never recruit a whore. There are women who would do things you
wouldn't believe just to get a pack of cigarettes to her man. All the
women who come here are white-collar types, the kind of women who would
never do something like this under normal circumstances. Look, we're
both doing things that make us a little uncomfortable. I don't like
doing favors for inmates, you don't like coming here to let me do what
I'm doing to you, but we both get something we want out of it, or I
guess I could say that I get it in something."

He laughed at his own pun, and after a second, Jenny groaned. It
bothered her deeply that she was helping this Jerry cheat on his wife,
but she also wondered if her own Jerry had found her lovemaking too
tame. That would never be the case again when he got out. Jenny felt
very awkward, she was too honest not to acknowledge that she had
enjoyed what she'd just done, but she didn't like doing it. She felt a
pain deep inside that she was doing something that was so against what
type of person she wanted to be. Even with her emotions damped down,
she wondered about the tranquilizer. She'd had one on her wedding day
and she'd had many of the same type of reactions. She was grateful for
it. It had made it easier for her; she knew she'd been fully in control
when she lay down and let Ray put it in her. She was doing this with her
eyes wide open; the fuzzy feeling was making it easier to do what she
had decided to do.

She had left Sam feeling used, but listening to Jerry talk she could
again see that it was a two way street. Even she didn't like the idea
of special deals for convicts. Of course, her husband shouldn't be a
convict, but he had broken the law and she could see how this Jerry
might see it differently than she did. It made it easier to sit here
with his cock up her rectum while masturbating and letting him play
with her breasts.

Once again, Jenny felt her body being shifted.

"As much as I'd like to spend more time here doing you, I've got to get
a move on. You're a nice girl; I like that. I know it's hard to pretend
to enjoy some of what we do to you, but you're being a good sport about
it. I'll be looking forward to seeing you again next month," he said as
he lifted her off his cock, stood to get some of the wet wipes, and
cleaned himself.

Jenny got out of bed, got several wipes to clean herself, and seeing
what was on the first decided that she'd needed to empty her trash can
into the commode instead of the kitchen trashcan. She put on her
nightgown and felt a little silly. This man had seen her and had her
and the gown provided so little modesty anyway. She had fresh wipe
between her legs and another next to her anus that was burning. She
watched as Jerry got dressed and then he ca?e over to her took her in
his arms gave her a gentle hug and a sweet kiss and then another on her
forehead, and left.

It was a strange feeling to stare at the door and wonder about her
emotions, she tried to sort them out. When she realized that she
couldn't, she turned and began to change the sheets on her bed. When
she finished she put on her robe then went to the bathroom. Maria was
already there fixing her make-up.

"Just how strong was that tranquilizer?" Jenny asked when Maria turned
to look at her.

"Are you okay? A doctor read your medical history and prescribed it,
the doctor you were just with by the way, and of course, he made
certain he was here when it was at its peak, but I'm the one who asked
for it, and I have been monitoring you. I've used them from time to
time when this gets me down, or I'm having a hard time. The guys don't
want to hear about our problems; we're how they deal with their
problems, so there's always a little pill here if you need one. They're
not all that strong, but I think you've seen how they can help. I can
give you another in an hour and a sleeping pill if you're going to
spend the night. Do you want to make your calls before your next
dance?"



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Chapter 4: Prentending


Jenny nodded and Maria showed her where the phone was. Jenny decided to
make two calls, her mother, and a friend who would worry. Marie told her
one of the men she would meet in two weeks had a sideline business doing
radiator repairs. He would pickup her car, clean her radiator and put in
new coolant. She could tell her folks that she lost all her coolant, and
that the car wouldn't be ready until Sunday. She wouldn't even have to
lie if she spoke carefully

Jenny was shaking when she got off the phone with her mother. Talking
to her friend hadn't been bad, but her mother gave her the fourth
degree. She'd felt like a teen again, coming in late from a date,
except she'd never come in from a date after having sex. As she talked,
a mental image flashed of her mother seeing her, sitting on a towel
leaking from two places. Shaved, and prepared to 'entertain' a man
whose name she didn't know. She could imagine the loathing of her
parents if they knew what their little princess was doing, and she
struggled to keep her self-contempt out of her voice.

For one petrifying moment, she thought her mother was going to send her
father up to get her. It was only the fact that her parents lived almost
five hours away that saved her. She knew she could never hide what she'd
been doing if she had to face them. She could almost see the mortified
expression on her father's face, knew neither parent might never speak
to her again. She lied so easily, and assured them that she'd call them
in the morning when she was leaving.

As Jenny got herself cleaned-up, she tried to figure out just how much
of what she was feeling was real, and how much was chemical. Her anus
was burning, her vagina hurt, and her mouth was sore because she'd
'entertained' three men.

'Men who could protect Jerry!' she told herself forcefully.

Then she sat on the toilet and cried. She had just given herself a
douche and an enema so that the next man she 'entertained' wouldn't be
bothered by the evidence that the others had left behind inside her.
She heard the clock chime, pulled herself together, and she went to her
room.

As she entered she saw a man reclined under the sheet. He looked naked,
and as she moved into the room she wondered what he would do to her. He
scooted over, lifted the covers and patted the bed for her to get in
next to him. The cold hollowness in her guts she'd felt as she first
saw the man was now attacked by a flurry of rabid butterflies. Using
more willpower than she knew she had, she crawled on the bed and lay
down beside him. Tears tried to form, this man was going to fuck her
and she didn't have any say in the matter.

He leaned over, she felt his hand on her knee. As it moved slowly up
towards her crotch, she couldn't restrain a cringe. It was awful; the
slowne?s forcing her to endure the whole horror of her violation.
Still, she forced her body to remain motionless, trying not to let her
stiffness show.

'I've been through this before and it wasn't that bad... right?'

She couldn't do it! She couldn't just lie there and let him do IT to
her. She wasn't a prostitute, she was willing to let him, but she
couldn't just do it this way.

She grabbed his hand forcefully, moved it from her leg and said, "Wait
a second, I just can't. Not this way, I have to have a more!"

She tried, but couldn't look at his face, as the muscles on his arm
flinched.

Thinking he was getting angry, she turned a little towards him, still
unable to meet his eye and continued, "I'm going to do this, but I'm
not a whore. If you want me to pretend to be one, I'll try, but you're
going to have to tell me what we're going to do, or give me a little
time. I am grateful for what you are doing for me, and my husband, but
not this way. Please, I just can't do it that way!"

Some loosening of his body gave her the courage to finally look at his
face.

"Please!" then seeing unexpected pain there, she continued, "What's
your name?"

The tears formed, but never quite fell.

Propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at her he said, "My
name is Mike, I'm not married, my wife was killed by a drunk driver
twenty-nine months ago. I've got a boy five and a girl almost two and a
half. She was three weeks old when we lost Sally. I don't want a whore
either, I'm just starting to date again and I like not having to worry
about being so horny I scare a nice girl off. But, that's not the main
reason I'm here. I mean I like to play sex games like everyone else; I
just don't have that many fantasies that I haven't already done. You
might not understand this but I'm probably as nervous about this as you
are. It's easier with the girls I've been with several times, but what I
like to do is pretend that I'm with my wife again. Her name was Sally,
and if you don't mind, I'll call you that. I enjoy telling my wife that
I love her and I like to hear that back. Sally and I had a great sex
life, she enjoyed everything, I'm ashamed to say I strayed once, but
that's just because I think all men like variety. Isn't it funny that
now that I can have all the variety I ever dreamed about, all I really
want each time is the one woman I cheated on?"

Jenny was overwhelmed. Relieved that this wasn't going to be what she'd
feared, but she felt more than a bit apprehensive about making love to a
stranger while acting like a wife... especially when she didn't want to
make love at all. Compressing her lips, reproving herself, she tried to
accept that she was going to do it. Here, she was a sure thing. The
romantic element appealed to her, of course, but she didn't know if she
could be intimate in such a profoundly personal act while pretending
that she was someone else. She wondered if she could do what he was
doing, pretend that he was Jerry. Probably not, it sounded like he was
going to do things to her that Jerry had never done... the thought made
her feel guilty, and she did her best to banish it.

He had been studying her face, and Jenny felt exposed, which he
confirmed by saying, "Look, I know this is your first day, all this is
probably too much for you. There'll be other days and other times.
Maybe we could make it easier for you. For obvious reasons it wouldn't
bother me in the least to pretend to be your husband, for example. Or,
we could just be a couple on the big date where we end up in bed.
You're a damn good looking woman and I have to tell you I'm looking
forward to what we're going to do, but I do understand it's hard on
you. What can I do to help you?"

Jenny thought about it, was there anything he could do that would make
it easier for her? The only things that came to mind involved not doing
IT at all. She understood that that wasn't an option.

"Could you go kind of slow, I think I'd like that."

"How slow do you want to go?"

At first, Jenny thought that his look implied that he was scared she
might not go through with i?. Jenny wanted to say, "You'll get what you
want", but realized that it was just possible that he might be willing
to wait until next month since he'd have another woman tomorrow and two
each weekend until he had another turn with her. She thought about it
but there didn't seem to be any point, seven men or eight what
difference did it make after the second or third?

"Slower than you started, I mean I'm already in bed with you, and I
don't have any panties on that you need to get into, but if you could
start someplace else that might be nice."

She'd tried for a light tone and had smiled, but she now understood
that she would wanted to be kissed, to be felt up before a man began to
gouge her bottom.

Looking so sincere that Jenny relaxed marginally, he said, "Do you have
any fantasies, or do you just want to play this straight."

Jenny thought about it again, of course she had fantasies, but if she
ever acted on those she wanted it to be with Jerry, not some stranger
who she had to... to fuck or let fuck her.

"I think playing it straight is easier, I know that I'm going to be
role playing, but I think that would be easier for me later..." but
would it really, if she was going to have to pretend to be a man's dead
wife would it ever be easy? Pretending might be easier than... she
leaned up and kissed his cheek, "I never really thought about any of
this. I don't know if it would be easier to play your role later or
now. Tell me a little about what you would want me to do."

He looked into her eyes for an eternity, then with a sad smile he said,
"Like I said, Sally and I had a great sex life. We both liked doing 69,
I think we even tried a few position that aren't in the Kama Sutra. We
did it all sorts of semi-public places; we loved to be a little daring
like that. The only thing we hadn't done was anal. I had never done it
either, but the woman that I had an affair had asked me if I'd like to
do that to her. The idea turned me on, and I was pressuring Sally to do
it. She didn't like the idea, but she never turned me down, she said she
might, once she recovered from having Kristin. I thought that meant if
she got tipsy, but... one of the women told me that she probably had.
Uh... physical changes back there because of childbirth. We were
talking about maybe making a 'special night' where we booked a hotel
room, and all the trimmings to start our sex life again. I like to
believe that it also would have been a time when she could give me her
last virginity and make a big deal about doing it. We were just
talking, I wasn't in that big a hurry, I didn't know that I was
pressuring her, until after she was killed. To be honest, I don't get
all that much more out of doing anal, but I love to imagine what that
night would have been like. That's why I like to do it with here with
you girls."

Jenny couldn't miss the pain as he had told the story. If it weren't
her bottom he wanted to stick it in; she would have felt even more
sympathy. However, she'd done anal twice and if she never did it again
that would be too soon... except she'd had orgasms each time. At least
he wanted her to pretend to be reluctant about letting him put it in
her there... an image of a big hairy man making Jerry bend over flashed
through her mind.

Her head shuddered, and she clenched her jaw, as she spoke mentally to
her little voice, 'As if I needed the reminder of why I'm doing this.'
Aloud she said, "Okay, I'll do it, or at least I'll try. What do you
want me to do?"

"We can make out for a bit, if you want to give me head first you can,
of course I like that. I'd like to do 69, then I'll enter you to get my
dick good and wet. I'll tell you I love you and I want you to do the
same thing. At some point I'll pull out and ask you to turn over. If
you remember the first time you did it, you can just act that way..."
he was studying her and she felt her face flare, "... that was this
morning wasn't it?" When Jenny nodded he continued, "Well then you
could try to act like you would if you'd agreed to do this for your
Jerry. It might even help you if you ?ver decide to do anal with him
when he gets out."

Jenny tried to think about that. She hated the idea. The concept seemed
unnatural, to have a man put it in her there. Being honest though, the
feeling of it inside her wasn't that bad. If she did anal as much as it
looked like she was going to be doing it, it might be something she
might want to give to Jerry. Doing this way might actually help her to
remember, so she could act like it was the first time when she did it
with him.

"Could I call you Jerry?"

He gave her another of his sad smiles, shook his head gently and said,
"Not if you're going to be doing my fantasy, I don't want to mess that
up. I don't mind doing a different one... but this one is too important
to me."

His tone was firm there wasn't any point in arguing. The quote from
some Shakespeare it were best done quickly flashed through her mind.
She wanted to get this over with.

"Mike, kiss me, get me ready for what you want to do to me; don't make
me think about it, don't talk about it. I think that'll make it easier
for me; I'm doing this because I love you and the kids."

The words sounded stilted and hollow but Mike leaned down and began to
kiss her, fondling her right breast. Jenny tried to kiss him as she had
Jerry when she was feeling especially loving. His kiss became more
tender, it did feel loving and the more Jenny tried to respond, the
more tender the whole process became.

A part of her mind understood that this was a stranger who was taking
advantage of her. but she didn't want to listen to that, she wanted the
affection he was giving her. She wanted it more than she would have
thought possible. She refused to listen to that voice that said it
wasn't for her, it was for a dead woman. She screamed at the voice that
it was her body that he was touching and her lips that were being
kissed. He slipped the nightgown off her shoulder and uncovering her
right breast. He broke their kiss and tenderly began to suckle her.
Jenny responded by clutching him to her; eyes closed, it was almost
possible to believe that this was Jerry. He was so different from the
other men who had done this to her today.

"I love you, and I love to have your breast in my mouth Sally."

Jenny had expected the name to be jarring, but instead it was
comforting. She'd been trying to rationalize this all day as if she,
the real Jenny wasn't here. That the person doing these things was
someone else. Having someone call her by a different name made it
easier. He was making love to her and if she was using an assumed name
it didn't matter somehow.

"I love you too Mike, and I love what you're doing."

She felt his hand move down to her sex and she opened her legs for him,
not even thinking about what she was doing. His finger found her
entrance and pushed into her and she shifted to make it easier for him.
Again, he was tender and because he only left it in her long enough to
get it wet, she was able to hold her illusions when he began to search
for her clit. His mouth on her breast felt good, very good. His finger
was arousing her in a very different manner from what had happened
earlier. Keeping her eyes closed helped, but she worried as his head
moved lower, to kiss her stomach. When he reached the area she'd
shaved, he showered it with kisses. He used his tongue to run the
length of her gash circling her clit. It was a sensuous feeling, but
she wasn't ready to be touched there. She wanted his tongue lower and
opened her legs to make it easy for him. Sensitive to her, he moved his
tongue lower, slowly pushing it into her, then circling her opening as
Jenny took a deep satisfying breath. At just the right time, his tongue
returned to her clit and Jenny felt her passion soar. She tighten the
muscles in her bottom, her crotch rising to his tongue. With her
gluteus squeezed hard, she felt her anus contract. It reminded her of
the purpose of all this preparation. She couldn't restrain a little
mental cringe.

Almost as if he'd sensed it, Mike pulled back his mouth and said,
"Don't worry Sally I'll be very gentle, I think it might?help if I use
a finger to get it ready... okay?"

Jenny knew she'd done this twice. That it had been her own free will,
but it had been different. She was giving a different kind of
permission now. She'd done what she had been told to do. Now, she
realized how much the sedative had affected her earlier. This wasn't
like that at all. This is how it would have been if Jerry had asked her
to do anal and if she'd agreed. She didn't want to say anything.
Incredibly she was embarrassed at what he was about to do to her. To
cover than embarrassment, she lifted her hips off the bed allowing him
to put his finger where he wanted to put it. With her eye clenched
tightly, she relaxed her bottom and tried not to quiver as she waited
for him.

When she felt his finger move between her cheeks she realized that she
had to relax even more or he couldn't get his finger back there, and
she tried. With all she had done, it shouldn't have surprised her to
feel his finger enter her, but it did. It was intrusive, very
unnaturally intrusive. As his finger entered her, his tongue began to
work on her again, allowing Jenny to concentrate on that rather than
the other. The tongue felt good, but the finger continued to feel
foreign, unwanted. She wanted to push it out but restrained herself by
thinking that if he wanted this so badly she could stand it.

When his tongue pulled back, Jenny was disoriented. She'd been
concentrating so hard in her effort to ignore his finger that she
wasn't sure what he was doing. She felt her legs being spread and
pushed back until thighs were pressing on her breasts. As she felt his
thing searching for her opening, he cradled her head in his hands.
Jenny had never felt so open, so available for sex, as when he kissed
her. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him to her. It was as if
she wanted to use his body to cover her availability, her wanton
openness. As he entered her, she felt her body caress him. She squeezed
to increase her tactile awareness of his member and the intimate
friction. As she drew his body down to her, she felt such relief that
her nakedness was covered that for an eternal second, she didn't think
about what she was doing. He pulled up, just far enough to be able for
her eyes to focus on his face as looked down at her. He shifted so that
while he was still pinning her legs to her chest he was able to use his
hands to pull down the top of her gown exposing both her breasts, but
trapping her arms to her side with the straps.

Jenny had never felt so naked in her whole life, or so closely
observed, "You're so beautiful Sally, I love to look at you when I'm
inside you like this, to know that you belong to me. I am so grateful
at what you're going to let me do."

His mouth closed on hers and slowly became aware of the taste of her
own sex. It was different than the other times. She didn't remember his
finger leaving her anus, but she was very aware of him being inside her
now, but something made her remember where he was going to be next.

"Are you ready to turn over Sally?"

Jenny wasn't ready. She didn't want to turn over at all.

She didn't want to do it, but she'd promised and she said, "Please kiss
me again, then I'll be ready."

He leaned into her pressing her legs to her breasts again, pushing deep
into her with his organ; his kiss was just as penetrating. His tongue
seemed to push down her throat. As he pulled back, he also pulled out
of her. Jenny felt awkward with her arms pinned by her gown. As she
turned over she felt terribly uncoordinated, which embarrassed her.
When she was on her stomach, she felt her muscles clench in negative
anticipation of what he was going to do to her.

Somehow, her gown had fallen down and was covering her bottom. As Mike
lifted it up to expose her bottom Jenny felt like she being opened in a
fashion she hadn't since the first time she'd let Jerry pull off her
panties. That had been when she'd lost her virginity. Even if her
rectum had been used twice, she was giving a kind of virginity now. He
began to knead her ass cheeks almost as if her were fondlin? her
breasts. Lying there, letting him, Jenny understood how she was totally
available to him. His hands moved under her to her hipbones, and he
lifted her pelvis up.

"Move your hands down here Sally, I want you to enjoy this as much as
I'm going to."

Jenny had had her face down on the mattress, her nose mashed by the
weight of her head. She turned to her right, taking a deep breath she
complied. Moving her hands to her sex, she began to masturbate. She bit
her lip at what she was showing him, but she was more scared of what he
was going to do. She wanted something else to concentrate upon to shift
her focus from her arched back. From the mental image of what she looked
like with her rectum thrust up like it was.

She was almost able to give her full attention to her fingers, their
caress of her pleasure sites, until she felt his organ penetrated her
cheeks. It moved right to her anus and began to put pressure upon the
sphincter. Her masturbation became frantic as she attempted not to feel
the penetration of her rectum. It hurt but as he slowly pushed the head
into her. The foreignness of what they were doing that struck her...
and then it registered. 'They' were doing this. It wasn't being done to
her; she was fully a part of it.

"Um, Sally, you feel so good," he said, ending in a grunt as all of his
cock pushed into her.

Strangely, Jenny became acutely aware of the feeling of her naked
breasts on the sheet. Of the feeling of being bound by her gown, of
having no control of what was being done to her breasts, or to her.
Jenny had never been tied up during sex, hadn't ever thought about it,
but she did now as he began to pump in her. She couldn't decide how she
felt about that. Wanting him to finish what he was doing to her bottom
blotted out her ability to analyze. She wanted him to enjoy her, but
also wanted this over with, done, finish. She squeezed him with her
anal muscles and while it hurt she knew it would excite him.

"Sally, that felt really good, I love this, how does it feel to you?"

Jenny had to think for a second, "I love it. Hard, do it hard it feels
good."

It's what she would have told Jerry and it was a way of giving she
hadn't thought she'd give. She squeezed again. and tried to focus on
her fingers as he began to pound harder into her. It didn't hurt as
much as she would have thought, and her fingers were working a magic.
Her breathing was becoming more labored as she felt her tension
raising. She felt his orgasm start and she pushed up to accept it. Her
own seemed to recede as he began to slow, and she was surprised to
discover that she didn't care. She was glad that he'd had one, and she
felt a warm glow that he'd enjoyed her. It was like it was when she
made love to Jerry. His pleasure of her body had been enough for her.
The warmth of his sperm inside her was nothing compare to the warmth
that flooded her at what she'd done for him. HIM! MIKE! Guilt crashed
in on her, she'd given to Mike something that only belonged to Jerry!
Tears erupted, and one rolled down her cheek.

"Oh Sally!" he expelled his breath noisily, "That wasn't that bad was
it?"

Jenny felt cold stone form in her heart. She had done this and he
didn't even understand what she'd done! She shook her head, not wanting
to trust her voice, and certain she unable to explain what she was
feeling. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, exactly where the
tear had left its track.

"Hey Jen, you did great, and I appreciate it. Don't feel bad. This is
exactly what I wanted. To tell you the truth, no one has done it as
good. You ought to feel good about a job well done."

He pulled out of her and got off the bed. Jenny watched through her
tears as he began to clean his thing of her. She didn't see any brown
stain, but she wasn't sure there hadn't been one. Her anus was burning,
and she thought it might be gapping open. She wanted to be held, loved,
cherished, but what she was getting was not so much as a backward
glance as he dressed. When he walked out the door without saying
another word Jenny cried as she hadn't since that awful?day in court
when they'd taken Jerry away.

'I'll never let that happen again!' she thought, 'I'll let them do it
anyway they want, but I'll never pretend to myself again, I'll say the
words, but I won't ever let them mean anything, that's Jerry's and no
one else.'

She understood what Maria had said. She'd come close to giving it to
Mike, but she understood now, and it would never happen again. She'd
almost been unfaithful in her heart, she understood the danger, and it
wouldn't happen again. Gratitude! They could get that, even affection,
but no more! She pulled her gown up over her breasts, and got out of
bed. As she stood and leaned over the bed to strip the sheets, she felt
his gunk try to fall out of her anus. She clamped rectum but still felt
it ooze out of her. Despondent she sat down on the clump of sheets and
cried, holding her head in her hands.

Something akin to anger dried her tears.

Her fingers sought her sex, and she spread her legs and said aloud,
"This is yours Jerry, it belongs to you. They can use it to protect
you, but it's yours."

Unconsciously she began to masturbate as she thought about just how
much she loved her husband. In a little over two minutes she stopped.
She didn't want an orgasm... she wanted Jerry and she wanted to wait.
She sighed, resigned. Her anus relaxed, releasing what was left of Mike
from inside her. She wasn't sorry to have him gone.

She reached up and pinched her nipples, "Yours Jerry, no one else's!"
she almost shouted.

Then, she buried her face in her hands and cried. She had no idea why
she'd done what she'd just done, she hadn't felt horny, but it had
seemed so important to remind her why she was here. One hand moved to
her sex and she quickly reached an orgasm. She understood that in some
twisted way she wanted to have an orgasm that wasn't related to what
she was doing here. Something for her husband... somehow. It didn't
make sense, it wasn't logical, but it helped. She knew she couldn't
prevent having orgasms for men who knew how to make her cum. She had
always cum easily to manual stimulation, but she didn't have to make a
present of it for THEM! It didn't make sense, but if she couldn't
explain it, she was certain that there was something that she'd had
never, and must never let another man have.

She used some wipes to clean her bottom and there were stains on the
sheets where she'd been sitting. Jenny chose not to look at them as she
finished stripping the bed. After she'd put on clean sheets, she looked
at the bed. A bed where four more men would put their sperm into her. A
bed where she'd play a role, but where she would always hold something
back. Doing this was going to be a job, one that might be fun at times,
and at times not fun. But never again would all of 'Jenny' be there to
accept their gunk!

When she got to the bathroom the clock had just chimed the half hour
and she was surprised to see Maria already in there. She had tears in
her eyes and she was sitting on the pot with her enema bag draining
into her.

"What happened?"

Jenny felt an ice cold bolt flash through down her spine.

"They can hurt us! No matter how hard we try, they can hurt us! We
can't do this without being vulnerable, and sometimes it hurts to know
that they care so little about us. We need affection too, it's the only
way not to be a whore, but when one of the ones you can normally count
on getting that from, just fucks you... it hurts. Next time I won't let
him hurt me, never again!"

Jenny felt the fear and dread that she'd thought she just put behind
her. If Maria could still be hurt, how could she hope to escape it?

"What happened?"

Marie blew her nose.

Still sitting on the pot, the liquid sounds of the enema draining
clearly audible she said, "You know how the major was, and how it was
with Sam? Well there are some who just like us. Men you can feel like a
woman around and not like a scumbag, or a hole to cum in. We need those,
I need those, and you'll need them too. You don't give your heart, but
they're the ones that you might have an affair with if you didn't have
?his setup. They treat you like a woman, and it makes you feel good.
Mark is like that to me and I actually look forward to being with him.
We normally make love for the whole time, and I do mean make love. It's
different, but I need it and you will too. I don't know what the deal
was today, but he was pissed about something and he took it out on me.
I walked in smiling, looking forward to him and he had me stop and turn
around and bend over. He took me up the butt without even taking off his
pants, he just unzipped and when he finished he stomped out without
saying another word, giving me a kiss or anything. It hurts to have
your ass busted, but nothing like being fucked up the ass by someone
you care for!"

As she was talking she'd finished her enema. When she stood from the
commode she had another crying jag. Without thinking about it, Jenny
opened her arms and Maria came into them. They held each other and they
cried.

Just as the clock chimed the three quarter hour Jenny started to get
control of herself. It was only then that she realized that Maria had
stopped crying and was using her arm to comfort her.

"Jenny we'll have to redo our make-up and there are a couple of the
girls you want to be careful about hugging. They swing both ways; they
won't get out of line, but they enjoy doing the threesomes."

Jenny felt her jaw drop, "Threesome!" it had just never occurred to her
and yet if they were there to fulfill fantasies, what bigger fantasy was
there for most men than to have two women in their bed at the same time.

Maria gave her an ironic grin and said, "Yeah, I think we're set to do
one today, our last dance, don't worry about it, you don't have to do
anything that's over the line. We don't even have to kiss each other on
the mouth, much less anywhere else. The closest we'll come is if he
wants us both to suck his cock at the same time. If he does want that,
lips and tongues might touch, but frankly that's better than the other
stuff we'll be kissing and licking."

Later Jenny decided it showed her strange state of mind, but at that
moment, she found she was more curious than shocked. She didn't know
what was done in a threesome. She'd had a dream once, after Jerry had
been locked up. It had been about Jerry and another man, a parent of
one of her students, joining her in bed. They had both made love to
her, taking turns. In her dream, it seemed that at one point both men
entered her vaginally at the same time, but she hadn't been stretched
by the act, just completely filled. The next morning she had had to
change the sheets, and resolved to never be alone with any students
fathers.

Now, having done oral and anal sex now, she could understand how she
could 'entertain' two men at the same time, but she didn't see how a
man could use two women at the same time. She had three places, but a
man only had one penis. Seeing her expression Maria began to explain
how it was done. Jenny felt herself blush at even the idea being that
intimate with someone, while someone else was in the same bed. The idea
of licking a man's balls while he was making love to another woman was
shocking to say the least. The idea of having her mouth or tongue that
close to another woman's sex threaten to make her vomit.

"You've done that? With your mouth with someone else's... that close?"

"I've done a lot more than that! I've eaten muff pie and all the rest.
No I don't swing both ways, but when you get into it, it's sometimes
easier to do that sort of thing than not. It turns the little dears on
like crazy and any woman can give better head than the best tongue man
in the world. Like I said I don't swing that way, but it doesn't bother
me, after all what's the difference in doing 69 with a man I don't much
care for and doing the same thing with a woman who I do like. You don't
have to go down on me, but why would my going down on you be worse than
letting the next guy you see go down on you? I promise you that I'll do
a better job than anyone else and you don't have to worry about my using
you either. You don't have to do it to me, but?if you do the dance will
go faster and we'll both have a better time."

Jenny started to sputter that there was a huge difference, but before
she could form a coherent sentence Maria changed subject, talking about
what to do about dinner. Jenny let her. This morning she would have
sworn that she would never go to bed with another man. The idea of
doing anal or oral sex this morning would have been inconceivable.
Jenny had several lesbian friends but she'd never even considered what
would be involved in doing something with another woman. She was
repulsed by the very idea, even touching another woman with her finger
seemed much much worse than what she'd already done.



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Chapter 5: The Law


After Jenny cleaned up, they fixed dinner and chatted. Jenny knew that
sex had been part of what they discussed, that she'd enjoyed the meal,
but later she couldn't remember what they'd discussed or the food. All
she remembered was the Kafkaesque moment of sitting on a towel, leaking
from both holes, while dressed only in a flimsy nightgown, chatting with
a woman whose bed she would share later.

It was getting dark when they finished cleaning up after the meal and
made their way back to bathroom to prepare for the next dance. Jenny
was scared by how routine the process had become. She knew the
tranquilizer was a time released for twelve hours, but she wanted to be
more disturbed about preparing for anonymous sex.

When the clock chimed the hour, Jenny walked to her room still feeling
totally numb. Whatever this man was going to do to her, would be minor
compared to the last dance with Maria.

'Besides, ' she thought, 'I've done it all anyway.'

The room was dark, and when she turned on the light, her blood froze.
The man standing in the middle of the room was a sheriff, complete with
a drawn gun!

In the gruffest of voices he growled, "You're under arrest for
prostitution, now turn around and put your hands behind your back. If
you think you can get out of this by giving free samples like last one,
you've got another thing coming!"

Jenny relaxed marginally. The crack about 'free samples' was a dead
give away this was simply another fantasy. One, which actually tickled
her fancy.

"Oh please officer, I'll do ANYTHING not to be arrested. I've never
been arrested before and I don't want a record. Please I'll do
anything, absolutely anything for you if you'll give me a break," Jenny
almost giggled.

The man scowled at her, "Get those hand behind your back so I can cuff
you... no wait I'd better search you first. Lean up against that door
and spread your legs; I want to make sure you don't have a weapon."

Jenny again suppressed a giggle as she leaned up against the door like
she'd seen suspects do on TV. The man began to' frisk' her starting on
her naked right ankle.

He worked his way up to her crotch, feeling her shaved skin, "Do you
having anything hidden inside here, do I need to do a cavity search?"

Unable to suppress a grin she vamped, "I'm soooo empty inside. I
promise, you can check with anything you have, but shouldn't a female
officer be doing this?"

Still growling he said, "There's none available and besides whores
don't need a woman cop. As long as you've been on the street you should
know that. how long have you been doing this anyway?"

Trying to sound like an innocent ingénue she gushed, "Oh today is my
first time to do this I promise!"

Jenny couldn't believe that she was being so light hearted about this,
but it was so phony that it was almost fun.

His hands went up her waist, then to her breasts and he did a through
job of making sure she didn't have anything hidden there. At the same
time, he pushed his crotch into her bottom and his 'search' became very
sexual. Jenny found herself responding to that, aware her genitals began
tingling.

'I must like the idea of being forced like this better than the idea of
having to do it on my own, ' she thought.

She was very aware that she was pushing her bottom back on him almost
as hard as he was pushing into her.

For the first time his voice sounded normal, "Okay, I don't think
you're armed, at least with anything other than the weapons all women
carry. Bring your hands down behind your back and I'm going to put the
cuffs on you."

Jenny did like she'd seen on TV, one hand at a time and felt real
handcuffs on her wrists. Being handcuffed for the first time in her
life had a very different effect on her than she expected. When his
hands went to her bottom and began to feel her buttocks she was
breathing hard. When he spun her around and pulled her to him, wrapping
his arms around her locked ones, she felt helpless and his kiss was very
exciting. She parted her legs when he pulled her bottom to his crotch.

Using his body, he frog walked her to the bed. Jenny was unprepared
when he broke the kiss and stepped back and shoved her. Off balance,
she landed on her back, her nightgown above her waist and her shaved
cunt was open for view! CUNT! She'd never thought of it as that in her
life, but right now that's what she was showing him. To emphasize the
point she slowly spread her legs. As he looked, that cunt became very
wet!

No smiling, his voice lilting he said, "No you don't, you don't get off
that cheap. If you want to beat this rap your going to have to do more
than straight sex, I want an around the world starting with a blow
job!"

Jenny wasn't sure what that meant, but the way she was sprawled she
couldn't sit up. Rolling to her side, she started to stand when she
felt his hand on the top of her head holding her down. He stepped close
to her as she sat on the bed and unzipped his pants and took out his
organ. Jenny had a quick look at the sixth one she'd seen in her whole
life before it was pushed into her mouth. She did what she'd been
taught, enhanced by the instructions that he gave her. It only grew a
fraction, but the pleasure sounds he was making let her know that she
was doing what he wanted.

"That's enough," he said pulling it out of her mouth, "Standup and turn
around; I can't trust you. I'm going to handcuff you to the wall to make
sure you don't try anything funny while you work your way out of a trip
to the station."

Jenny stood, and let him unlock her. He directed her to the bed, and
she lay down, her hands extended above her. She wasn't surprised to
find that there were hooks on the headboard that let him use two sets
of handcuffs to secure her to it. Pulling on each, she confirmed that
she been secured. Before she could wonder if he was going to do
anything to her legs, they were lashed to shiny leg irons. Those were
fastened to something on the floor. He produced a rubber ball and made
her open her mouth. It was only when it had been strapped around her
head that she realized that not only couldn't she make a sound, it was
impossible to get it out of her mouth.

For a few seconds she panicked and tried to get free. After thrashing
about for a minute or two, she felt a cold knot of fear begin in her
lower stomach. Even if this was a game, she was secured and she wasn't
going to be able to keep him from doing anything that he wanted to do.

In a new and very menacing voice he said, "As you just found out,
you're not going anywhere. You can't make a sound that anyone here can
hear. You're my captive and I'm going to teach you why you shouldn't be
on the streets! There are monsters on these streets; some of them would
tear you up. Why I took this whip off a pervert just a couple of hours
ago!"

From somewhere he produced a wicked looking cat of nine tails! Before
she could react to the terror building, he brought it swinging down
hard on her breasts, making no attempt to pull the blow. It took
several more seconds for Jenny to realize that there had been no pain
with the blow. Looking more carefully she could see that the 'whip' was
made out of very soft cloth, it only looked like leather. She had been
hurt more in friendly pillow fights.

Her passion roared back, amplified. She found the idea of being
helpless before prevent, sexy. He pulled up her nightgown so that her
breasts were in the open ?nd he struck her several more times with his
'whip'. The only pain was from the hardness of her nipples as they shot
to attention. When he whipped her between her legs, she felt her arousal
actually drip down to sheet. She was sure she was making a wet spot.

Taking the whip handle, he rubbed it up and down her slit, and the
amount of her wetness on it embarrassed her. He dropped the whip and
began to manipulate her breasts, playing with her rock hard nipples He
explored her body, he took liberties with her, and everything he did
excited her even more. Still when he reached under the bed and pulled
out a penis shaped dildo Jenny felt her eyes get very wide. Some of her
girlfriends had constantly teased her about vibrators, after Jerry had
been locked up, but Jenny had never used one. She could feel her heart
race, but this time she didn't know if it was fear or passion.

The buzzing noise it made when he turned it on sounded ominous. Jenny
screamed through the gag when he touched it to the highly sensitive
skin between her thigh and vaginal lips. The feeling was so different,
it took Jenny several seconds to realize just how sexy it felt. He
lightly traced the outline of those lips then ran the buzzing thing
down the dripping slit Jenny couldn't keep her body from twitching, and
she wasn't sure if it was to get away, or to get firmer contact. As he
began to circle the thing around her clit, she felt her body build
toward an orgasm. Right before she tipped over the edge, he pulled it
away. Jenny strained to gain control, but the muscles in her legs were
going into spasms and every muscle in her crotch remained drawn inward,
poised for a massive explosion, waiting only for the slightest contact
to trigger it. Jenny could felt actual beads of sweat form on her
forehead as she looked at the man who was torturing her by not touching
her.

He caught her eye and in a very authoritative voice said, "Jenny I'm
going to put this little toy inside you. You don't get a choice about
that; the only choice you get is where it goes. I don't care myself,
but if you want it in your asshole, you're going to have to lift off
the bed so I can get it in there, so think about it. If I see you
lifting I'm going to put it up your ass and fuck your cunt, if I don't
then, I'm going to shove it up your cunt, and fuck your ass. So," he
let the word hang, "which do you want?"

Jenny blinked, then blinked again. Her brain was struggling, as if
she'd gone days without sleep. Was her really going to put that thing
inside one of her 'places' and take her in the other? As she forced her
brain to think, she discovered that what upset her was that she couldn't
rouse the indignation she thought she should feel.

Looking into his eyes, she saw him shift his gaze to her crotch. It
reminded her how open she was. In response, she tried to pull her legs
together, and in a physical way discovered that she was bound. It was
impossible to keep this man from doing what he wanted; she only had the
choice he left her. That forced her to think about how she was going to
do it with him. She realized was that she would rather have that
vibrator in her twat, close to her clit where she'd get the most value
from it. Still, even though she'd done anal all day she couldn't ask
for it. It was irrational, to ask for the dildo to but put in her
rectum rather than to acknowledge that she was willing to let him take
her anally. She bit the rubber ball in her mouth tried to raise up her
bottom. It had been more an attempt to see if she could, but his
expression let her know he thought she'd made her choice.

Now, all her attention was focused on her rectum as she tried to
prepare for the thing to be shoved into her. She felt the tip and she
pushed out to make its entry easier when it stopped.

"Jenny! Look at me not at the ceiling!" he said as he released the ball
gag in her mouth.

Jenny hadn't been aware that she was looking at the ceiling, but now
she was very aware that she was looking at the face of a man who was
putting a dildo in her anus! She was even more aware that he ?as
looking closely at her, studying her expression. Reading her response
to what he was doing to her. Jenny couldn't ignore the vibration in her
anus, but having her face studied so closely made her extremely
self-conscious, and in her nervousness, she flashed a smile.

'A smile at the man doing this to me?' she thought, 'how inappropriate
can I get?'

But if she wasn't going to smile at him as he put that thing inside her
what expression should she give him? She knew she was breathing hard,
and that her anal sphincter was reacting to the vibrations in a strange
way; A way she couldn't quite identify as pleasant or unpleasant.
Confused, she wanted to just close her eyes and let him do what he
would, but he forced her to respond.

Hearing and feeling the vibrator, she said meekly, "Please don't look
at me like this, it embarrasses me."

He grinned sardonically, "What do you want me to look at? If you don't
want me to study your reactions what should I do?"

Jenny's mind raced, from out of nowhere came, "Don't just look at me,
get it IN me. Come up here and kiss me like a man!"

It took Jenny several seconds to realize that she'd just asked to be
double penetrated, and that she wasn't embarrassed about it. She wanted
that thing in her rectum and she wanted him to put his cock in her, she
was excited and she'd wanted to be used as a woman not examined like a
lab experiment. He nodded, replace her gag, and she felt the dildo
being pushed all the way up her bottom. It felt hard, but she was very
aware the effect on her breathing, she was breathing as hard as if
she'd just finished a floor routine. He was also breathing hard as he
moved up over her, his organ seeking her opening.

He stopped for a second and said, "This is your only chance; if you'll
agree to leave the streets forever, I'll let you go home right now.
Otherwise I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be off work for a month.
Tell me do you want me to let you go or do you want me to fuck you?"

Jenny didn't want to be unlocked right now. There was something
liberating about being locked up. To be taken like this was exciting
and as she felt him enter her, she began to move to increase the
friction of their bodies as his organ moved deep inside her. The
vibrator in her ass touched his cock through inside her. She knew there
was a membrane separating the two, but she could only feel the touch,
the stimulus was more than she'd expected.

For long seconds she reveled in her inability to keep him out of her,
before she remembered she hadn't tried. On an impulse, she tried to
push him off and out of her. She bucked, twisted, tried to turn and
finally she tried to pull back. She tried to 'fart' the dildo, but it
didn't move. Like most women, she'd had a rape fantasy, but she'd never
thought that someone would actually be able to take her against her
will, not if she was fighting it. Now she knew that she could be had,
no matter what her wishes. She found it liberating in a way she
couldn't have conceived of yesterday. She felt so wet it was like she'd
sprung a leak between her legs. Her vagina felt so open, inviting... and
large, she wondered if it was possible for him to feel her on him. She
tried to squeeze, but her muscles down there had turned to mush. She
believed she could have an elephant taking her, and she'd still feel
'loose'.

In a sexual daze, she became aware that he was biting her nipples.
Biting hard enough to make her scream in pain, but she couldn't pull
them away from him. When he sucked her whole breast into his mouth it
was like sticking a hot knife in her sexual core.

He ground down on her with his pelvis and she came, screaming as loud
as she could into her gag. He collapsed on her and she screamed louder
but this time in frustration in not being able to take him in her arms.
He lay on her for several minutes and Jenny gradually came off her
sexual peak. She became aware that he was still dressed in his sheriff
outfit. That the edge of his nametag was cutting her nipple. The
vibrator in her anus was now becoming painful. She tried to move but he
?as too heavy. Something about her movement must have penetrated his
consciousness.

"I'm sorry, Darlin' is that hurting you?" he asked in a different tone
and voice than he'd used to this point.

Jenny knew it was real, his true voice. When she nodded, he moved. He
looked down at her breasts and saw where her right nipple had been
abused by the nametag. He leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth
and swirled his tongue around it as you would any other cut or wound.

It felt good in a non-sexual way. He reached under her and eased the
dildo from her anus; it was a relief. A few seconds later, he reached
up and unlocked her handcuffs. Jenny flexed her hands and then reached
behind her to take the gag out of her mouth. Once she'd done that, she
kissed his forehead and wrapped her arms around him in a big hug, still
feeling him inside her. She was a little surprised by that kiss. She was
confused and didn't want to think about it, so she gave his organ
another squeeze causing him to slip out of her.

"Well little lady, I guess you earned a get out of jail free card," he
said with a chuckle, which made Jenny giggle.

This time had been fun, the unreality of what was done to her and the
lack of her willing participation had made it easier.

Looking serious, and fatherly, he said, "I've got to get a move on, I'm
glad you're dealing with this so well, I wasn't sure that you'd be able
to handle some of the games that some of us like to play on your first
shift. I'm sorry about your nipple; I'll give Mike a call and I'll drop
off whatever he thinks will help it before you leave. I know some of the
guys like to dance a little rough. If you're okay with that, they'll
appreciate it. I knew nothing I was going to do would hurt you... but
you'll always have a safe word so that it never goes further than your
comfort level. Have you done rough sex?"

Jenny had been feeling a knot of fear form again in her stomach, "I've
never done anything like that, and I don't think I want to... are you
sure they won't make me?"

"Of course not, but they will ask you to try it to see how far you can
go. Look, you liked what we did, so don't rule out that you might like
other things too. I like to play the cop, but there are other roles we
enjoy. You might find you like those even better. Just keep an open
mind. Remember that what most of us are here for is what we can't get
at home, I love my wife, but even though we've been married twelve
years, the only time I've seen her pussy was when one of our kids was
being born! We never even make it with the lights on, much less in the
daylight."

While he'd been talking, he'd been cleaning up, first his dildo, then
his cock on one of those handy baby wipes. After zipping, he was
standing at the door. After her released her leg irons, Jenny noted
that her nightgown was pulled up to her neck, that all her 'charms'
were on display. When he walked to the door, he turned for one last
look. On a whim she swung around on the bed so he could get a good look
at her 'pussy' she even going so far as to open her legs so he could get
a good view.

"Before you leave, at least tell me your name?"

"The nametag and the uniform are real, I'm the county sheriff, and I'm
the reason we don't have to worry about getting busted for real. My
first name's Jim and I can also provide cover if someone wants to
investigate why your husband might be getting special protection."

He gave her a salute and left. Jenny hadn't given any thought to trying
to blackmail the men who were using her. Now it was pretty clear that if
she wanted to try, she'd have a pretty hard time doing anything. As she
changed sheets and walked to the bathroom, she was still trying to sort
out her emotions. She understood that at some level she accepted that
she was going to make love... fuck men to keep Jerry safe and that
while she didn't like the idea, she was prepared to hold up her end of
the deal.

When Maria joined her, she talked about how her attitude was changing.
Maria said that it was how all the women felt. No one wanted to do
this; they all wa?ted to stay faithful to their men. However, every
single one talked about how they could separate what they did here from
'real life'.

"We all like the role playing dances more than the guys who want more
from us, like Jerry. He's hard to do because he wants a response that
is hard to give. We all want tenderness but having to fake love is a
lot harder."



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Chapter 6: The Lover?


As the clock was striking the hour, Jenny walked through the door and
saw her next 'dance partner'. He was the best-looking man she'd seen to
this point, the youngest as well, only a few years older than she.
Jenny's immediate reaction was that this one might be fun if he didn't
want anything too weird.

'He's the first one I might have been attracted to if I met him on the
street, ' she thought.

It should have set off alarm bells.

He smiled at her, a warm inviting, smile, casual, and friendly, and
then said, "Ah, Jenny, I've been looking forward to getting to know
you."

'Sure, ' Jenny thought trying not to react to him, 'as in biblically
know!'

She felt a touch of hope, she didn't think she could just crawl up on
the bed and 'do it'. As he moved towards her, instead of the bed, Jenny
braced herself for whatever he was going to do. She was emotionally
unprepared when he reached over her and took the robe off the hook.

"Let's go out to the living room and visit for a while, I do want to
know more about you, who you are."

He helped her put her robe on and escorted her to the living room. When
he showed her into a chair and then took his place on a couch several
feet away, Jenny felt her defenses relax.

"Now I want to know everything about you; let's start with where you
were born. I don't think that what you did before that counts for much,
a priori theory to the contrary." He said it with a charming grin and he
looked expectantly at Jenny.

Confused, and uncomfortable, she'd braced herself to 'fuck' this guy.
She found she hadn't prepared for his more personal assault. When the
pregnant silence grew unbearable, she blurted out where she was born.
He responded with a corny joke, but she laughed, draining some of her
tension. This led to another innocuous but personal question.

Slowly, unaware of the scope, Jenny began to tell her life story. With
only minor prompting, she told all about Jerry, from when they met
until what she'd seen today. He then led the conversation into areas,
areas that she was interested and current events that she followed,
carefully keeping everything non-sexual and focused on her.

He was funny and the easiest person to talk to that Jenny had ever met.
She relaxed to the point that she forgot that she was wearing a robe,
with a flimsy nightgown and nothing else. When he began to flirt with
her she wasn't conscious that she stopped clutching the neck of the
robe, allow her neck to become visible. His flirting was so lightly
done, that Jenny was not aware of her response. She was entranced by
the intensity with which he listened to her. He treated her every word
as jewel to be treasured, weighed and studied. Jenny could have talked
for hours, and lost all track of the time. He was just so natural that
Jenny felt like she was talking to one of her girlfriends, but she was
acutely aware that he was male, very male.

She became eager to understand this fascinating man. Kevin, she
learned, was ex-military working his way through college by working at
the prison. He was single and she discovered his desire to teach. Jenny
hadn't thought about why she was her until she saw Maria exit from her
bedroom, and hurry to the bathroom.

Looking at the clock realized that they only had five minutes before he
was to leave. She felt like she'd been dashed with ice water. Without
this setup, she would have been drawn to Kevin. If she wasn't married,
he was the type of guy she'd want to date. The idea of having to do a
quickie was very distasteful; Not because she found the idea of going
to bed with him undesirable, quite the contrary. If they'd met at a
bar? he might have been able to get her to break her vows, assuming she
hadn't had more sex today than she wanted in a month.

Still, she wanted to make the offer, "Kevin, I'm sorry I didn't keep up
with the time, do you want to..."

He gave her another of those warm friendly smiles, "Jenny, don't worry.
I traded so that I actually have a double today, Harry gets a threesome
tomorrow. I just can't handle... well how most of these guys operate
with a new girl. I want to help worthy inmates, and this group is the
safest way to do it. It might surprise you to know that I don't 'dance'
with all of the girls here. I'd rather not have sex than to make it with
someone I don't admire, or who doesn't want me as much as I want her.
I'll help Jerry even if we never do anything more than talk, so relax.
Can I get you something to drink? I'm going to have a rum and coke...
how about you?"

He started to get up and Jenny stood, realizing that she wanted to wait
on him.

"Let me get those for us, I appreciate what you're doing and it's the
least I can do."

As she fixed their drinks, she tried to sort out what she was feeling.
Her emotions where too muddled, and she decided, like Scarlet O'Hara,
to worry about that tomorrow... she had always been good at
compartmentalizing, and she'd wanted to continue to use that talent
today. Because she'd helped fix dinner, she knew where things were in
the kitchen. She put ice in the glasses, got two cans of coke from the
fridge, found a bottle of rum and a lime. She cut the lime put
everything on a tray and carried it back into the living room.

As she set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, she said. "I
don't know how much rum to put in so I thought I'd let you mix them for
us. I don't want too much in mine, I don't drink much and..."

She was going to say that she still had another dance after he left,
but it embarrassed her, and she didn't want to think about that right
now.

Instead, she stood and watched as he mixed her drink then his.

He didn't use all the coke in hers saying, "Here try this. See if it's
too strong. If it is we can water it down with more coke."

When he held the glass up, she took it, and without thinking and sat
beside him to sample it. It wasn't until she was seated that she
realized how awkward it would be to get up and move back to her chair.
To cover her nervousness she took another very long pull on her drink,
it had a little taste to it, but mostly it tasted like a flat coke with
lime.

Kevin didn't seem to take any notice that she was practically touching
him. He just took up their conversation where they'd left off. Jenny
tried to discount his flattery, and flirting, but she couldn't forget
that she was 'a sure thing'. He didn't need to say these things, and
she needed so badly to hear them.

He told a joke that was rather dirty, but Jenny burst out laughing it
relieved more of her tension. He told several more, all sexual and all
very dirty but all of them were funny. Jenny was laughing so hard she
wasn't aware that her robe was gaping open. He told one had a punch
line about anal sex that Jenny found extremely funny. She wondered if
she would have even gotten it yesterday. She knew she wouldn't have
listened.

When she finished her drink, Kevin took it and made her a second one.
As he handed it to her, their fingers touched, and a current shot
between them. Jenny looked him in the eye and trying to let him know
she wanted to be kissed. Setting the drink down, he put his arm behind
her on the couch. Jenny moved into him; taking her in his arms and he
kissed her. Their tongues touched and the current between them grew.

A distant part of Jenny noted the clock chiming nine o'clock. Hearing
movement, she opened her eyes to see Maria going into her bedroom.
Relaxing, she realized she hadn't wanted Maria to see her doing
anything more daring than kissing. Now that she was assured of privacy,
Jenny closed her eyes and pressed her body to Kevin's. When he didn't
respond, she let her breasts rub on his chest. Her nipples harden at
the contact.

Jenny expected Ke?in to lead her to her bedroom. When he didn't, she
felt an irrational frustration. Even though she'd been involved in sex
all day, she wanted this man who'd taken the time to court her. She was
responding to him in a way she wouldn't have thought possible. All day
long men had used her body. After all that sex, she needed to be wanted
for who she was.

Brushing his pants, she found him hard and wondered why he hadn't
acted. Gently, he moved her hand and broke the kiss.

"Jenny, I like you, and you can feel that I want you. But unless you
can say that you'd go to bed with me even if it wasn't for the bargain
you've made, I won't go to bed with you. You just felt that that I want
you physically, but I want more than that. I think you're the sexiest
woman in the whole group, but I know you love your husband. So, I won't
take advantage of you that way. If you're ready for an affair then so am
I. If not let's just keep on with what we were doing."

He moved back and kissed her. Jenny banished all her little voices. She
was wet between her legs from just the kiss. Of course, she didn't want
to have an affair, but she feared for her sanity if she didn't get what
Kevin was offering. She'd already had sex with five men today, and as
she was being filled by their orgasms, she'd been drained emotionally.
She was so emotionally needy that she would offer anything physically
to get affection. She hadn't known that she needed approval and
acceptance so urgently, but clearly, she did.

She kissed him, trying to show her need without words. When she felt
his hands caressing her face, she had to have more. She wanted the
proof that someone cared about more than her sexual parts. His touch of
her face was his offering. She responded by moving his hand to her right
breast, pressing it to her chest.

While their tongues sought the other, she held her breath, hoping he
would cherish breast and not fondle it sexually. He clutched her to
him, holding her breast as she had hope. He held her the way a lover
does as he drifts off to sleep with his beloved. Her needs whetted,
Jenny wanted more. She felt like a flower, long un-watered being given
a nutrient bath.

She needed love; her banished voices couldn't warn her of the faux
nature of what she was getting. A different kind of passion stirred,
one she hadn't felt all day. She'd sensed it earlier with Mike. The
love of a mate, but it had been like smelling a neighbor's cooking,
creating hunger without hope. Kevin knew her, the real Jenny, and he
wanted her. Jenny wanted to express the love she'd bottled up for so
many months. Mentally and emotionally endowing Kevin with the essence
of what she loved in her husband, she needed to have this man inside
her.

Words without thought, without weight, without analysis, swirled in her
head, 'How could it be cheating if I am obliged to be with him? How
could I worry about cheating since I've been with five men today? Is
there any way this could somehow be more unfaithful than what I've
already done? I have already agreed to be with so many men, so many
times why would this time be different? Isn't it okay to have one of
the men she was doing this with, be more than just..."

Something refused to let her needs finish and needs supplied.

What did it matter? If she had to have sex all day, was it so bad to
have one of those times help her get through all this? She stood, took
his hand from her chest and pulled him to his feet. She kissed him, and
again and lost herself in that kiss. Pressing her body to his, she
wrapping her arms around his neck, and ground her pelvis on his organ.
He pushed her out to arm's length, enough distance to let her eyes
focus on his.

"Jenny, are you ready to cheat on your husband with me?"

Jenny answered by pulling herself to him pressing hard on his erection,
while letting him see the heat in her eyes.

Again, he pushed her from him, "I want to hear you say it."

Ruthlessly stifling the little voice in her head, Jenny whispered,
"Yes, I'm going to cheat on him, but don't make me talk about him right
now. Please!"

She took ?is hand and led him to her bedroom. Closing the door behind
them, she hung her robe on the hook and watched as he undressed in
front of the bed. She felt a tingle in her twat and cold knot in her
stomach. Fear? Anticipation?

'Both, ' her body responded.

This wasn't like the others times today. Again, the little voice tried
to warn her but she let her actions strangle it. Moving to him as soon
as he had his pants off, she pressed her scarcely covered breasts into
his naked chest. Using her body, she pushed him back until he sat on
the edge of bed. Kneeling, she pulled his boxer shorts down exposing
his erection. Jenny's heart began to race; she could feel her blood
roaring in her ears. She swallowed, trying to generate moisture in her
suddenly dry mouth. She was breathing so fast she felt light headed.
Every instinct screamed for her to run. Instead, she bent over and
pulled his boxers all the way to his ankles, giving his organ a little
kiss as her mouth passed. Straightening, she absently noted that it was
about the same size as the others she'd seen. Only Mike had been a tiny
bit larger than the others erect, but his was different. There was more
skin, and it covered the head.

Without thinking, she straddled him, sitting on his lap, her eyes
locked on his. She had thought that it might go right up inside her.
She'd wanted that, but instead it had slid up her slit and was poking
out between them. The pressure on her clit sent shivers down her spine.
Kevin's eyes bore into her, and she sat very still. Not breaking eye
contact until the last possible second, he lifted her nightgown and
allowed it to fall over his head. Jenny was trembling, her eyes not
vacant as he took her right breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled
the injured nipple and the pain made her gasp. She hadn't known she was
holding her breath. Jenny lifted to try to take his organ inside her
again. Again, it slid up her very wet gash. The contact with her clit
almost made her moan... 

Kevin lifted her off her feet, standing in one powerful fluid motion.
As he set her down, he lifted her nightgown over her head, throwing to
the floor. He pushed her to arm's length, this time so he could look at
her. Jenny stood very still, letting him enjoy what he was seeing. She
banished a fleeting memory of the first time she'd done this with
Jerry. She'd blushed then and she did now... but she didn't move.

Because of what he was giving her, she gave him the right to look. He
pulled her to him and he kissed her again. His penis mashed against her
naked skin. His wetness on it seemed so very hot that felt she'd been
permanently branded. His hand on her back seemed to singe her skin. He
got on the bed, moved to the far side and directed her to lie down on
it. When she did, he propping himself up and began to study her. First,
he examined her face. Jenny wanted to turn away, to hide her much
catalogued imperfections, but his eyes froze her. Those eyes were so
deep Jenny thought she could see her own reflection on them. When at
last he smiled, Jenny felt the same rush of pride she felt at winning a
gymnastic meet. His focus shifted to her body. Jenny had never felt so
vulnerable in her entire life. He leaned inspecting her breasts.

"Does that nipple hurt? That happened today didn't it?"

His compassion washed over her and she wasn't embarrassed. He knew what
she had been doing all day, and his voice soothed her. She wanted,
needed for him to want her knowing everything she'd done.

Calmly she said, "Yes, my last dance partner had a name tag on and it
caught my nipple wrong."

She quivered mentally for his response. His acceptance of her central
to her core needs.

When he didn't ask more, but simply asked, "Do you want me to go easy
on it, or ignore it entirely?" she knew he'd come through for her
again.

He was accepting her. A lover knew that his beloved had sex with her
husband, but he didn't care. Their affair was apart from that. Jenny
was sure the details of what she'd done wouldn't change his feelings
for her. He might enjoy the telling, but he didn't have ?rurient
interest in them.

By accepted that she was doing here, he became ever so much more
special to her. He continued his minute examination of her. Only a
magnifying glass would have uncovered more of her. By letting him see
her this minutely, Jenny knew that she was giving him certain rights to
her body that were different from what she'd done with others. He kissed
her mound. She shifted her legs, drawing back her knees to give him full
access to her down there. As he looked at her, he touched her skin,
first feeling the smoothness of her shave then just experiencing the
texture of the skin that made up her genitals. Jenny knew she was wet,
but she also knew she had K-Y down there. As his fingers probed her
vagina and then her anus, she wished she'd been able to get him inside
her earlier. Then the gel wouldn't be so evident. It was odd that what
was bothering her wasn't the incredible intimacy she was allowing him,
but that he would see the preparations she had made for having sex
without intimacy.

She didn't want him to think of her as someone who would have sex with
strangers. Still, as she lay there open to him, open in a way she'd
never been for her husband, she could feel her excitement growing. As
she waited, she bit her lip to contain her building need to be
possessed. As he continued to look at her down there, she closed her
eyes. So sensitive was she that with her eyes closed, she could feel
the pressure of his eyes as he looked at each part of her sex. Her
excitement build she almost squeezed her opening for him. She couldn't
keep herself from squirming, as she was suddenly afraid that he might
see some evidence of the others she had today. She felt a cold fear
that some remnant of her earlier activities, or an imperfection might
disgust him. Making her reject her... she couldn't stand that, not now.
He shifted her and she knew he was examining her anus. She'd never
considered that part of her anything but sordid, now she willing
offered it up for his sexual pleasure.

She felt the bed shift and she sucked in her breath expecting to feel
his breath on her open vagina, but instead she felt his lips on her
mouth. He kissed her, deeply, tenderly. She wrapped her arms around his
head and drew him down to her. He'd seen all her body, everything, and
what he wanted was not her sex, the thing that every man who'd had her
today had wanted, but her. He wanted the Jenny that could only be had
in a kiss. She put her heart into that kiss. Everything else stopped
for her. She was vaguely aware that his hand had found her breasts,
that he was tenderly kneading them. She wasn't aware that she'd
continued to hold her legs open, her knees almost touching her breast,
until she felt shift again. Without breaking that kiss, he moved over
her. Only their lips touched until he broke the kiss settled on her. He
still held his weight above her, but now their skin touched as he looked
down into her eyes. She felt his penis at her opening ready to enter
her, and she shifted her hips to make entry easy.

He paused and in a grave voice asked, "Are you sure you want to do this
Jenny? To cheat on your husband? To let another man have you? To take me
inside you and strive for my cum deep inside you? If you do, say what I
want to hear you say."

Jenny refused to let her mind hear the words, her lips answered, "I
want you inside me Kevin, I want you to cum in me. Make love to me,
make love to me like a lover, accept what I'm giving you, fill me with
you."

Again he asked his voice impossibly deep, "It's okay with you that
you're breaking your marriage vows, you want me to make you an
adulterer?"

Jenny's eyes were lost in his as her voice said, "Yes, I want you, even
if I could have him right now, I'd want you inside me, I'll help you
bathe me in your seed."

She pulled him down to her and felt his organ separate her vaginal
lips. He used little pushes, small thrusts to work all the way inside
her. Finally, and endless time later, she felt his pubic bone on hers.
The pressure of it on her clit was more than she could bear, but she
p?shed up as hard as she could, frantic to gain even another millimeter
of him. Her strength ebbed and gradually she was pressed down into the
mattress; ultimately giving up the contest she relaxed. She expected
him to push harder into her, or to begin to pump.

Instead, he relaxed as well, leaned down and kissed her in a way that
said, "Hey, I like you."

He snuggled into her and Jenny felt like he was being absorbed into her
body. She curled herself around him to give him all of her, expecting
again that he would begin to move inside her. He didn't; instead he
gave her another little kiss and rubbed his chest on hers. Jenny had an
image of his chest being absorbed into her body. In an instant, her mind
was overloaded with stimuli. Trying to understand, what was happening
Jenny surrendered herself to sensations bombarding her. It seemed each
and every one of her cells in contact with Kevin opened and accepted a
piece of him. She felt the effect of not only the organ inside her, but
the penetration of each of her cells. So overloaded was she by his
possession of her that it took her long seconds to hear his incredibly
rich voice.

"You are so beautiful! Even more beautiful now than before. Being
inside you lets me see more of you, right now. You are a part of me,
and I you. We are a special being called KevinJenny. I can see your
inner beauty even clearer than I saw your physical beauty just now.
Right now, you are the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I mean
that! Right now, you're more beautiful than any beauty queen or
Hollywood starlet. You've taken me into you, inside you. Feel me? No,
feel us! Feel where we are joined. I love looking at you right now,
because my eyes see the fantastic you inside."

So deeply did Jenny feel his eyes, it embarrassed her. It had given her
chills to have him watch her so intently as he'd entered her, reading
her every thought and response. Now, to have him look so deeply inside
her, to have him study her face, to read her emotions while she was so
hyper aware the touch of him inside her channel... In an indescribable
way, it was like being an exhibitionist. As if he was watching her make
love to someone else. She tried to pull him down to her, to break eye
contact.

"No Jenny, this is where we grow closer, like the lovers we are. When
we're this close together, we have no secrets. There is nothing that we
can hold back. Look at me and you'll know that it's true, you belong to
me right now, and because you're my adulterous lover, your sex secrets
belong to me too. Don't look scared. I don't care about what you did
with the men here. You don't care about them. Maybe some other time we
can have a laugh about them. Right now, I want you to give me your
virginity. Feeling me all the way inside you, I want you to look at me
and give me every tiny detail you remember about when you gave up your
virginity. Who was it anyway?"

He flexed inside her and reflexively she squeezed him. That level of
awareness didn't stop her mind from being flooded with details of that
special evening. She looked up at Kevin feeling even blood pulse
through the veins on the organ inside her. Knowing that more than their
sex organs where joined, she felt fused to him, as if her heart was
trying to synchronize to his, she wanted to deny him this

As she looked up into Kevin's eyes, she knew she didn't have the
willpower, the ability to hold any part of herself back from him. After
five different men had used her she wanted, needed, had to give more.
Maria was right, what Kevin was offering, she couldn't, didn't want to
live without.

"Please," she begged wanting to plead with him not to take this, but
she couldn't form any other words.

Defeated, she beseeched him, "Don't look at me while I tell you..." but
his eyes never left hers.

Again, she could almost see her tiny reflection in them. She made one
last feeble attempt to pull him down to her, to divert him, but he
remained above her. Although his chest was touching hers, it wasn't his
weight that was making breathing difficult.

She bit her lip, took a de?p breath and whispered, "It was Jerry;
before today he was my only one. We were in college and after a date,
we went back to his dorm room to watch a video tape. His roommate had
gone home for the weekend and we were sitting on his bed. We started
kissing and we didn't stop. It wasn't very original or romantic."

Jenny wanted to blush, but she couldn't, Kevin flexed inside her again,
and again she responded by squeezed hard on him.

His voice was soft, but full of authority, "That won't do Jenny. I want
every detail, every thought you had from the time you decided to do it
until you finished cleaning up afterwards. When did you decide that you
weren't going to stop him, that night or days before?"

Jenny sighed and remembered, "I'd been thinking about it for a long
time, I'd talked to my girlfriends about what I needed to do, but I
hadn't made a decision. When things got going, I just didn't feel like
stopping..."

She could see in his face that even this wasn't going to be enough. She
tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry.

"I decided when he unsnapped my bra. I'd never let him do that before.
When he did, we were kissing, and I decided that I wanted to find out
what it would be like. It wasn't so much a decision to make love as a
decision that I wouldn't stop him. I was very nervous, but I don't
think he even noticed. I mean we'd played hand games before. He'd even
touched me down there," she unconsciously pushed her pelvis up
emphasizing where 'down there' was, "but only on the outside of my
panties when I'd worn a skirt. I was wearing slacks; if I'd made the
decision earlier, I'd have worn a skirt. I even had on a blouse that
buttoned down the front, instead of a sweater or slip on. I remembered
it was tucked into my slacks."

Jenny smiled at the memory of how awkward they had been.

"He'd unhooked my bra through my blouse. He told me later that it had
been a prank, to see what I'd do."

Jenny thought that her skin temperature was rising. Certainly, the
organ inside her seemed warmer. She hadn't thought it possible to be
more aware of him. Looking up at Kevin feeling the grain of his organ
inside her she could also feel the memory of that very first time. She
pleaded with her eyes not have to reveal that to him but his expression
gave her no choice

"When I didn't react to being unfastened he used his other hand to push
up my bra inside my blouse. His hand felt good through the thin fabric.
We continued to kiss and I let him unbutton me. I was struck by how
warm his hand was when he touched my breast for the first time skin to
skin. I let him pull my blouse out of my pants, and he pushed me back
on his bed. He was sort of over me as we continued to kiss. He kissed
my neck then kissed lower, and his mouth felt wonderful on my breast.
He suckled my nipple it made my whole body tingle. He used his mouth on
my breast for so long, I thought that he was satisfied with that. That
we wouldn't be doing anything else. I remember being relieved, but at
the same time, I was so horny... I wanted to be touched here," again,
without thinking, Jenny pushed up with her hips and squeezed the cock
inside her.

She was flooded with memories of how it had felt that night. She'd had
the strongest urge to masturbate while he was sucking on her boobs. It
was so strong that when... 

"I was very turned on, and when he unbuckled my belt it was all I could
do to keep from helping him. I remember I started to help and instead I
cradled his head and held it to my boob. I was surprised that his hand
went under my panties right away. I thought he'd touch me outside
first, and it made me very nervous because I knew I was wet. I was
afraid that I'd gross him out. When his fingers touched me, and I knew
he felt that moisture, I blushed. Then he pulled his mouth from my
breast and grinned at me. I actually covered my face with my hands I
was so embarrassed. I remember I started to say something when he moved
my hands and kissed me so deeply that I just blotted out what he was
doing to me down there for a few seconds."

Jenny tried to stop, bu? Kevin silently demanded she continue.

"When he broke the kiss, I was so very aware that his finger was right
at my opening. I wanted him to push it in, I'd never done that and I
wanted to know what it felt like. So, when he asked me to 'take them
off' I didn't hesitate to wiggle out of both my slacks and my panties.
I know how silly this is going to sound but I didn't think that I was
taking them off so we could do it. I thought he wanted them off so he
could touch me better. I had never touched him and I had the strongest
urge to do that. I moved my hand to his pants and I felt his thing
through them. His response was to take his finger out of me and unzip
his pants. I still had my feet on the floor at that point, but when he
pulled down his pants I knew that we were going to go all the way. I
moved to get all the way on the bed. It was awkward; I didn't know just
how I was supposed to be. I mean I knew I had to spread my legs for him,
but that was about all. I remember being afraid to talk. I was surprised
at the time that he didn't seem to know much more than I did. He'd been
in the army. I had no idea I was his first too."

Anyway, after a lot of fumbling I was on the bed and he was on top of
me with his pants pulled down but still on. I had my pants off but my
blouse, while open, was still on. He jabbed me in the wrong place and
it hurt.

I screamed and he said, "Don't worry it only hurts at first."

Then he jabbed me again. It was the wrong place again and I wanted to
tell him, but I couldn't. The next time he jabbed, I shifted he went
in. I could feel it tear me; it did hurt, but jabs in the wrong place
had hurt more. I was so overwhelmed by the knowledge of what I was
doing that I was sort of removed from the sensations. I wanted him to
go slow so I could feel the newness of something being inside me, but
he pushed all the way in. Then he came. He tried to pump a few more
times, but I think that was the fastest he ever got soft. It was out of
me almost before I knew it was in me. He was so apologetic. I told him
it was okay, to just hold me for a little while, but even that didn't
last too long."

Jenny paused and Kevin flexed inside her causing her reflexive
response.

She continued, "He needed to go to the bathroom and so did I. He let me
go first, and I pulled my pants on before I went in there. I was
bleeding, but not all that much. I didn't have a pad so I used some
toilet paper in my panties. I'm glad I did because his wad came out
after I'd put my pants back on."

Jenny searched his eyes, looking from one to the other.

"Is that what you wanted?"

Jenny knew she had just shared more of that first time than she'd ever
done with anyone, even her best friend. She'd never told anyone that
the whole thing had lasted about twenty seconds. Jenny gasped, she had
just been unfaithful, but she couldn't decide to whom. It also felt
like she was being unfaithful to her Kevin to discuss doing this with
another man with him so fully inside her. This was what she'd wanted
that first time. To really feel the organ inside. To be able to enjoy
the body that had joined to hers as she was enjoying his right now.

Kevin's head came down and he kissed her neck below her ear, it was a
tender kiss. Jenny ran her hands on his back kissed his forehead. Once
again, she'd thought it possible to feel more joined, but then his
organ began to throb inside her. It was forcing her body to pulse in
time with his, it seemed the organ belong to her, a missing piece just
now discovered.

Slowly, he began to move inside her. She felt his need, and somehow
that need became her own. She moved to try to satisfy it. She pulled
him into her, anxious to receive what he was now pushing to release.
She felt his tension increase and she felt her body open to his.

'To flower open, ' she thought.

As his rhythm became a little less regular, she knew she exulted to
receive his seed. It startled her to know that she wanted it, that
seed. Wanted it in a different fashion than she'd ever wanted Jerry's.
She felt like her vagina was sucking him to get w?at it wanted. Then
she felt a tremor ripple down the length of her sheath. It wasn't any
sort of orgasm, in a strange way it felt like her vagina had milked his
penis. It didn't it again, a fluttering like tiny butterfly wings. With
that, Jenny felt her insides opening up to this man. When she felt his
pre-spurt, in her she had a vision of her cervix opening to receive the
sperm. Making ready to allowing his sperm to go deeper inside her than
ever before. He came, and Jenny felt a new throbbing as his seed
entering her. She pulled on him and moved her hips absorbing as much of
him as she could, milking him for more of his precious fluid. This was
what it felt like to create life. Even with the pill, she wondered if
perhaps she had, if she were now pregnant. Feeling the release of his
tension, she snuggled him as his full weight, for the first time,
pushed her into the mattress.

She hadn't had an orgasm, she'd never been close, yet she couldn't
remember being so satisfied. She knew how much pleasure she'd given her
lover. She knew that his joy made her more sated than a thousand orgasms
that left her screaming and weak. She'd received more than orgasm, and
sperm she'd received love.

The was a long contented silence then a strange man's voice said, "That
was nice, do you want to tell me how to get in touch with you so I can
come and fuck you any time I want?"

Jenny blushed, and understood the difference in what he was asking and
what she'd been doing all day. To let him come to their house, to have
her in their bed, to stain her sheets with someone other than Jerry...
She was very still.

Her mind and her voices returned, 'This was your fantasy, you needed,
but don't let it ruin your marriage. This wasn't real, you were playing
a head game, but don't get lost.'

She knew she hadn't meant it about having an affair, but had she? As he
lifted up and looked down on her, his eyes didn't seem to have the power
they'd had.

Jenny gave shook her head softly and thought, 'No, I won't take a real
lover. I will be faithful to my husband... in my heart. Even with my
body, in my own way. If he were my lover, I wouldn't remove his love
from me. I'm not as anxious to douche, but I won't regret it when I
do.'

When he finished dressing, he looked over at her and cocked an eyebrow.
Jenny knew she should do or say something, but was unable to find words.
Finally, she got off the bed, walked over and kissed his cheek. When she
did, he gripped her fanny pressing a finger into her anus and kissed her
fiercely. Jenny returned the kiss and wiggled her bottom on his finger.
No, this wasn't a lover, just another man who was protecting her
husband.

He grabbed her hand and broke their kiss, "No, we don't have time for
that right now; you have another dance in a few minutes. This was more
than a dance; I'll make sure I see you next time too. I'll trade off
again and we'll have plenty of time. Now, we both have places we have
to be."

He gave her a slap on her bottom and walked out the door just as their
fluid slipped from her and ran down her leg. Moving carefully to the
bedside Jenny got one of the wipes to catch it and needed two to clean
properly. It was only after she'd changed her bed that she remembered
that her last dance was going to be... with Maria. She knew she needed
to think about Kevin, but the thought of being intimate with Maria
overwhelmed her.

Jenny retched, then she did it again, but she caught it before she let
herself throw up. Even with all she'd done, the idea of being in bed
with two people was just too much. If the third were a man, it would be
bad enough. Having two men touch her sexually at the same time made her
skin crawl, but it wouldn't involve anything she hadn't done already
today. She was very tempted to ask for another tranquilizer. Maria had
said she didn't swing both ways, but that she'd be actively involved...
that she'd kissed a woman down there.

Oral sex had lost some its repugnance; she'd certainly enjoyed having
it done to her. Still, the idea still seemed so nasty, even if she'd
just douched. Giving?blow-jobs probably would never be something she
enjoyed, but it wasn't offensive. It was outside the body and except
when there was a 'woman taste' involved it wasn't unpleasant... well
the sperm she had today didn't taste good either, but it wasn't as bad
as she'd expected. Maria had said that the worst thing she'd have to do
was to kiss around a man's cock... Jenny played a vision of that in her
mind and decided that if she just concentrated on the cock she could
probably do it... not that she had any choice in the matter.

When Jenny arrived in the bathroom, Maria was already there. She was
sitting on the commode giving herself an enema.

She made a face and said, "I hate when they just pound your ass for the
whole time. He was hard but he just couldn't cum. So, after he said I
was too 'loose' he just pounded my ass for thirty minutes. He came a
few minutes ago and didn't even bother to say thanks on his way out. I
hate having my butt busted like that, it's going to hurt tomorrow, and
I hate to be reminded of what I've done here once I get home. I hope he
doubles up on someone else next time..."

As Maria talked, Jenny understood for the first time that some of the
men might not 'enjoy' her. Some, might actively avoid her! Her reaction
to that revelation was mixed, which scared her. It bothered her to know
that she had too much pride to accept that some man might turn down her
ever so available body. At the same time, the idea of having fewer men
did appeal to her.

"How many men are there?" Jenny asked

"There are twenty-two, which means that very rarely we have nine dance
partners, but it almost always works out that someone is out of town,
or has weekend company. Sometimes during hunting season, we'll have as
few a four, but generally, those keep us longer so it doesn't matter.
With you, we now have eleven girls. If we can find one more we'll be
able to go to three times in two months, which is really better. We've
had as many as twenty girls, but that was unusual, and it didn't last
long. The guys are very picky. Even with over three thousand convicts
out there, we're always on the lookout for someone new. You will be
too, but don't approach anyone unless you're asked. They'll spot them,
and they'll do background checks. You don't want Jerry to find out
about what you're doing here, and if we get infiltrated that'll
happen."



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Chapter 7: Three's a Crowd?


Jenny shivered trying not to think about Kevin. No, she didn't want
Jerry to ever have a hint about what she'd done. She also didn't like
the idea of 'recruiting'.

"Maria, what do I need to expect for this next... dance, where will we
be?"

"It's a blue room guy, so we'd normally go to the dance floor he's
assigned, we can use your bed if that'll make it easier on you. I know
how you feel. Believe me, I remember my first time to do this, and it
was here. My real sex life was barely above missionary. This won't be
as bad as you think. I'll do the close work, unless you feel
comfortable doing it."

"No!" Jenny said with more force than she intended.

"I didn't think so, but I'll be extra clean just in case." she said as
she bit her lip.

Jenny blushed at what wasn't being said.

Then couldn't help but ask, "Does that mean that you... you will... I
mean do I have to let you... you know?"

"Charlie is very easy going, he likes to have two at the same time, but
mostly he likes to have them giving all their attention to him. All men
like to see two women go at it, and if I do go down on you, it will
make it shorter for us. I WILL be going down on him while he's is
inside you. You'll need to do that too when he's in me. You don't have
to touch me but you'll need to tongue his dick while part of it's
inside me. You'll also have to lick his balls and that'll put your face
right in the action. When you lick his dick, just use your hand to let
me know you're doing it, and I'll stop moving so you don't have to
worry about touching me with your tongue by accident.

"We'll both give head while he's ?icking the other, men like that.
We'll probably give him head at the same time at some point. It's
better if we're both on the cock at the same time. I'll try to get him
to wait until you're a little turned on before we do that. Finally, to
answer your earlier question, yes, you ought to let me go down on you.
You don't have to return the favor, but if you think you can, it makes
it easier. I play a lot of mind games in there when we double."

Maria moved off the commode and Jenny took her place. She was more
self-conscious about what she was doing than she'd been all day and
more determined to be 'clean'. Talking to Maria had made her feel
better, Maria wasn't gay, this was just something else she did that she
didn't want to do. Jenny resolved that she would try to make it easy for
her, not that she had any choice. This was going to happen... Jenny
shuddered as a vivid image flashed through her mind of what it was
going to be like to have to lick the base of a cock that was inside
Maria, or to know that it had been or would be in her sheath too.

Time seemed to accelerate, until Maria was taking her by the hand
leading her into the room Maria had been using. As they entered the
room, she saw a big, fat, old man in middle of the bed, leering at her.
Jenny's stomach clenched. This was a man she was going to have to let do
things to her that she had never let her husband do, and do it with
someone watching!

"Hello Charlie, I can see you didn't waste any time getting ready for
us. This is Jenny; she's never done a threesome, so go a little easy
with her okay?"

Charlie grinned, the perfect caricature of the dirty old man and said,
"She doesn't look so innocent. She looks like she's spent the last
seven hours getting fucked. How many cocks have fucked you today little
darlin'?"

With her every sense urging her to run, only Maria grip on her arm kept
her from fleeing the room. Speaking was impossible!

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Come on, honey, I want to hear
what you've done today," his voice mimicking a classic pervert.

Jenny swallowed hard, she just couldn't tell this horrible man what she
done, it was obscene!

Marie jumped in, "You know we we're not to say who did what, but I can
tell you that seven guys have used my pussy, two have shot on my face,
I've sucked everyone's cock, and I've had four up my ass, one who
pissed me there. I had three cum in my mouth, which I swallowed, I've
been tied up twice, and I've spanked one guy's ass. I've had toys in
every hole, and I've lost track of how many times I've cum. I've
cleaned as best I could, but you know I'm well used. Jenny?"

Jenny had listened in horror as Maria recounted her day, and now she
was blushing. It finally dawned on her that this man got excited by...
she couldn't exactly call it voyeurism, but Marie had just shown her
what was expected.

"I've had six different men..." she couldn't continue she was too
humiliated.

She didn't want to think about what she'd been doing much less tell
this dirty old man about it, especially about Kevin.

"Go easy on her Charlie, it's her first day, I know she's taken it up
the ass a few times and we both know everyone got a blow job. She's
still the freshest pussy you'll have had in fifty years. When she got
here the only dick to plumb her treasure had been her husband's, and
I'll bet she's still as tight as a virgin."

Maria pulled Jenny over to the bed. Turned her so she had her back to
Charlie, then pushed on her neck, making Jenny bend over. Jenny wanted
to resist, but she seemed to have lost her ability to. When Maria
pulled up her nightgown to reveal her bottom, Jenny blushed harder than
she'd ever done in her whole life, but she didn't move.

A little voice deep in her brain was shouting, 'Get through this! Get
through this!' It was almost loud enough that she didn't hear another
voice yelling 'whore!'

With a huge sob, Jenny accepted that she was going to have to endure
what was being done to her, to do what she had to. Jerry deserved her
help, and if the rest of the day hadn't been bad, when she'd agr?ed,
she'd expected every man to be like this one. Mentally she steeled
herself to endure the next forty-four minutes... That's all she had to
do, endure until the clock chimed.

"Doesn't she have a pretty pussy? Spread your legs a little Jenny; let
him see what a treat you're going to be giving him."

When Jenny managed to force her legs to open Maria continued, "Look at
that pussy, doesn't it look good enough to eat?"

Without warning Jenny felt a finger penetrate her but it pulled right
back out.

"She smells as sweet as a flower, here smell."

Jenny stood, and again almost bolted from the room before Maria caught
her around the waist. Looking over her shoulder and was horrified to
see the man sniff Maria's outstretched finger, damp with her KY jelly.

"That is sweet pussy juice, climb up here sweetie and let me get a good
taste of that pussy of yours."

Jenny would never know how she was able to crawl up on the bed. She
straddled his chest as he lay flat, so she was looking at his toes. She
felt Maria's hand on the back of her neck pushing her down until her
face was inches above the sheet that covered his cock. She felt tears
forming as someone, she knew it was Charlie, lifted her nightgown. For
the first time she felt like a slut to lie there on top of his huge
belly, letting Charlie was look at her. She felt his breath on her
shaved lips. It was just enough warning that she didn't bolt when his
tongue violated her privates. He was licking her like she was an ice
cream cone. Getting her taste, not attempting to turn her on. She
blushed at what she was allowing this dirty old man to do. She was
being eaten, as surely as if he were using a knife and fork. She wanted
to run screaming from the bed, it was humiliating to be used like this.

Using his hands, he spread her open and began to make satisfied noises
as he slurped in her crack. Evidently liked the taste of her and to her
horror Jenny could feel her body responding to the stimulation of his
tongue. Mentally, she was not being turned on, but her vagina was
getting wet anyway. Jenny felt a tear roll down her cheek. She knew he
was enjoying her discomfort. It wasn't fair that she was providing him
exactly what he wanted from her. Emotionally she felt like her wetness
was being pulled forcefully from her, that he was taking it from her.
She certainly wasn't giving but he was taking anyway.

"Lift up a little Jenny so I can get to Charlie, I think he'd enjoy a
little head while he's eating," Maria said.

With eyes tightly shut, Jenny lifted up so she was on all fours. Maria
pulled back the sheet from the foot of the bed and pushed it right up
to Jenny's arms. Jenny almost looked to see what Maria was uncovering
but kept her eyes tightly shut while the assault on her genitals
continued. She bit her lip as the tongue worked inside her for the
first time.

As few seconds later, she felt Maria's head under her chest. Using her
gymnastic skills Jenny arched her back, until her face was only
slightly below the slob's nipples. The sounds that followed left no
doubt what Maria was doing, even if she didn't feel the bobbing of
Maria's head as she gave oral sex.

Jenny opened her eyes and was repulsed to find that from her position,
the man's belly was so huge she couldn't see the thing Maria had in her
mouth. It took every ounce of will power a few minutes later when
Charlie lifted her, twirled her like a baton and planted her on his
organ.

She felt Maria's hair on her bottom, and she froze. Seconds later, she
felt Maria's tongue move up the man's shaft, through her slit and swirl
around her anus. With that touch, she went as rigid as a board.
Incredibly, Charlie chose that second to roar like bull stuck on a
barbwire fence as he came in her.

Jenny began to tremble, literally terrified of what would come next.

She was astounded when Charlie said in a most grandfatherly voice,
"Jenny, the drunk on a blind donkey that laid out the streets of San
Antonio can see from his grave how much this is bothering you. We're
not monsters; we're not going to push you beyond your limit?, whatever
those may be. Sometime you might like to do a threesome, or take two
guys. That's not required. Maria, I think I'm going to call it a
night."

He lifted Jenny off him, and she saw for the first time the penis that
had been inside her. Looking like a cross between a beach Moby Dick and
Santa Clause he said in the kindest voice, "Jenny, this will be the
hardest day for you. Ray was right; you're a lady. We'll try to treat
you that way. I spoke with Kevin as I came in. He won't be back with
you for at least three months. We'll alert everyone to be careful about
what kind of games we play with you. Most important of all remember, if
you do your bit, your husband will do easy time and be back home before
you'd have believed it possible."

After Charlie left, Jenny and Maria had a very long talk. Jenny let her
hair down in a way she'd never done before in her life. She talked about
Kevin and how she'd felt. Maria had helped her understand her own need
to fantasize. Maria helped her to understand that in her heart of
hearts she'd never betrayed Jerry. She didn't give Kevin her address.
What she'd done was for here, and it stayed on the dance floor. In the
special place she'd locked her love; she was still a faithful wife.

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Epilogue

Twenty-One months later:

Charlie had been right, that first day had been her worst. She never
did take part in another threesome, and when she saw Kevin again he was
just another of the men she was grateful to for protecting her husband.

It had been three months since she had been on one of those dance
floors. Even the memory of those times was distant, unreal. It was a
different Jenny who had gone there, and that person was no longer part
of Jenny's life. She had tightly compartmentalized what she'd done and
she had almost forgotten about it.

Today she was in Huntsville to pick up Jerry. She was so excited she
was squirming. It was a hot day and she was sitting in her car, an old
beat up Ford, but still clean and reliable. The air conditioning was
running full blast and she was watching a corner for the first sight of
her husband.

He'd told her in his last phone call that he didn't want her to meet
him at the prison gate. He'd named a restaurant down town someone had
recommended. He told her he would take a taxi there because he didn't
want her to see the gauntlet of prostitutes and drug dealers who lined
the exit of the release center. She'd driven by anyway, and they looked
like the vultures they were. Those sorry excuses for humanity knew each
released convict had money in his pocket, so they fought like wolves to
get it. He'd begged her not to wait for him there; he didn't want her
soiled by that nastiness.

When she saw Jerry get out of the cab, she hurtled into his arms. She'd
left her car door open and the engine running. Jerry so filled her
thoughts she was lucky she hadn't locked the keys and her purse inside.

Except Jerry didn't take her in his arms, he held her off with a curt,
"We have to talk."

Escorting her to the car, he said harshly, "You drive, my license has
expired."

Jenny's head was spinning. She'd run this scene, this day, a thousand
times in her daydreams. She thought she was prepared for anything.
Although she was anxious to hold him, to make love to him, she knew
that some newly released convicts had physical trouble at first. She
was prepared for that. She was even prepared for her own shyness at
being with him. She felt as virginal as when she'd first sat in his
dorm room. Still she'd be as aggressive, or as passive as he wanted.
She thought she was prepared for everything, but she had no clue about
his anger with her!

She could understand if he was angry at the world, or at the system.
She would have understood if he blamed her for what he did, but he'd
never given her even a hint that he'd held the slightest animosity
toward her. At their last visit three weeks ago, he'd been bubbly with
plans for their future. Now he detested the sight of her.

Using a hard earned maturity and?understanding of the male animal she
was silent, waiting for him to revel himself to her. When they'd been
on the open expressway for about forty-five minutes, they saw a sign
for a rest area.

"Pull into that rest stop, we need to talk." he told her, his voice
still harsh.

He immediately got out of the car and walked on the grass. From the way
he acted Jenny was sure that if he hadn't seen dogs doing their
business, he might have taken off his shoes. She looked at him standing
there. Her eye filled with tears, her heart overflowing with love for
her spouse. She knew that he probably hadn't stepped on grass since
he'd fallen out of the world.

He walked back to the car sat down, then mumbled, "Get us to a park
near your apartment; I need to walk on grass before I can talk."

Jenny wiped her eyes and drove. It took another two hours to get there.
During that time, she'd honored Jerry's silence. She loved him so much
she was willing to let him move at his own pace.

When she pulled up to stop in a small park near her apartment, her he
looked her in the eye and said viciously, "I want a divorce! As soon as
possible! I've been paroled to your apartment, so I have to go there,
but I don't want to be in the same room with you. I'll sleep on your
floor until I can contact my parole officer about moving."

His voice was so cold Jenny shivered. She was shaking her head in
disbelief. The happy tears she'd been on the edge of shedding where
overwhelmed by bitter ones.

"Jerry? Why honey? What's wrong? Do you blame me for what I said about
the car that day? You know how sorry I am! Please, I don't understand!"

She could barely speak through the constriction in her throat. The look
on Jerry's face scared her.

She never seen such fury as he snarled, "I did that. I would have done
anything for you, paid any price, so why did you betray me?"

Jenny was flabbergasted.

"I never betrayed you! I've done everything I could to support you. I
never missed a visiting day, and I wrote you every day!"

Jerry began to tremble, and for an instant Jenny thought he might hit
her.

"You don't call fucking half the prison staff betraying me? My God
girl! The thing that made us most special was that you were the only
woman I'd ever been with, and I was your only man. I know why you did
it, I found out yesterday about the whole sorry setup. I know that's
why I'm getting out in record time and why I did such an easy fall. But
I would have rather been raped a hundred times a day than for you to do
what you did!"

He was shouting now, some of his spittle hit Jenny in the eye. She
buried her face in her hands and tried to die. Jerry didn't seem to
notice.

"How many men did you do? How many times did you fuck me over? Did you
ever consider asking me? Even one time? Ever think about talking to me
about this? Did you consider that I might be able to protect myself?
Did you forget that I was Special Forces before I went to college? Did
you forget everything about me when you had all those men inside you?
Did you like it? They said you girls do everything, did you? Did you do
for them what you wouldn't do for me?"

He bolted from the car and paced. Jenny's world collapsed. She had
worked so hard to forget what she'd done that her first reaction had
been indignation at his aspersions on her character.

He got back in the car.

"Take me to your apartment, I don't have a choice about that, but if
you have one shred of decency, one iota of concern for my dignity,
you'll keep your mouth shut and find someplace else to stay until I can
move."

Jenny blinked, surprised she was hadn't been able to will herself to
death. She felt dead, so emotionally drained that she was surprised her
body was able to do things like breath and blink. She hurt so much
inside; it didn't seem possible that her heart could continue to beat.
She tried to take his hand, he pulled away. She couldn't stand to see
the pain in his eyes.

"Honey, please, I love you so much..."

His angry shout cut her off, "Don't you ever call me 'honey' or any
other thing. You lost that right!"

He was shak?ng again, but after a minute of deadly silence he said,
"This is killing me. I can't even run away. If you ever did love me,
please leave me alone in your apartment, stay someplace else and let me
get my shit together."

Jenny desperately wanted to talk. She was even more desperate to be
held. Drawing wisdom from deep inside her, she was able to start the
car and take him to her place. When they got there, she gave him the
key and promised to return tomorrow. She gave him the cell phone she
had bought for him and begged him to call her if thought she could come
back sooner.

"Jerry, I'll be at Marci's. Please don't hate me, please give me a
chance."

As she drove off she tried to find the resolve to fight for the love of
her life. She wondered what he would do when he saw all the welcome home
banners she'd used to decorate for him. She had to pull over to the side
of the road and cry. Maybe tomorrow she could find the will... to fight
or to die.



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Chapter 8: Jerry


It was almost an out of body experience as I entered the Apartment that
Jenny had rented for us. I hadn't slept in two days, and my mind was
practically schizophrenic, except that sounds sane compared to how I
felt. When I opened the door, saw all the decorations, and 'welcome
home' banners, I was paralyzed. If I hadn't seen my old recliner, I'm
not sure I would have made it through the door. I accidentally slammed
the door behind me. I hadn't had many doors to close in the last two
years, and those I closed were the heavy steel kind.

The sound startled me as I hurdled into my chair. I didn't recline,
instead I collapsed forward, my head in my hands and I wept. What
should have been one of the happiest days of my life had turned to
shit. I loved my wife more than life, and I had just demonstrated I'd
do anything for her. I hated sluts more to the marrow of my bones and
my wife had become a slut.

To understand how I feel about sluts, you need to understand my mother.
If it weren't for the tragedy, I'd cry at just how Freudian my life was
becoming. My mother was a slut. She was probably certifiably mentally
ill. She hadn't a clue who my father was, and never cared. Her idea of
a good date was a gangbang. She was a Certified Public Accountant, and
somehow she managed to keep her professional and personal life
separate. At least I think she did. We lived in a nice house and always
had plenty of stuff. She was an attractive woman, at least in most of my
memories; I didn't keep a picture of her. Most of the men she dragged
home were neither nice nor attractive. She liked slobs. I never knew
who would show up for breakfast, or how many. Most of them scared the
shit out of me, or shamed me. I do remember one man who hung around for
almost a whole school year. I was in seventh grade and he wasn't a bad
male role model. They'd met at a swinger's party and I guess he was
okay with a lot of her slut shit, but even he eventually got fed up and
split. I was a senior in high school when my mother contracted AIDS.

A few weeks after it was confirmed, she committed suicide, or she was
murdered. I don't think the cops were ever certain, but I didn't care.
I hated her, and I didn't go to her funeral. I'd been living on my own
for two years before she died. At fifteen, I was already a mostly
full-grown man. At least I looked full-grown. No one is a man at
fifteen.

I left because a filthy bum showed up for breakfast one morning and
said something I couldn't take. I beat the shit out him and my dear
sweet mother decided it was time I experienced a "bit of freedom." I
got a weekly check from her, and I worked after school. When she died I
got a big insurance check; since her death wasn't ruled a suicide, they
had to pay me. I kept enough to cover what she would have given me
until I graduated and gave the rest to a group that tries to rescue
whores.

I was determined to marry a virgin, and to be a virgin when I married.
I took a lot of abuse when I did my time in the Army to earn money for
college, but ? was determined not to have a wife like my mother, and
not to be like the scumbags she brought home. I'd set my standards
impossibly high, and when I met Jenny I almost began to believe in
miracles. We didn't wait for the wedding, but we both knew there was
going to be a wedding that night in my dorm room. I put her on a
pedestal and I was determined to keep her there.

I'd graduated from a good university with a degree in accounting. That
was the only example of my mother I ever wanted to follow. I got a good
job with one of the big accounting firms and had just gotten my CPA when
Jenny and I finally got married. Jenny was a very high maintenance
woman, and even before we married, I knew my salary couldn't keep her
happy. I took a job with a company that wanted to make use of creative
accounting to cover a multitude of problems, like tons of unaccountable
cash. I knew what I was getting into, but I would have done anything for
Jenny. When she insisted on a new car, I did something really stupid. I
knew where some of my company's undeclared imports were kept. I took a
couple of pounds and tried to sell it to someone I knew was trying to
do business with my company.

It turned out that the reason my firm hadn't wanted to do business with
him was because he was an undercover agent. As soon as I was arrested, I
received an unmistakably clear message from my boss that if I would take
a fall for importing the junk, the firm would consider my personal books
to be balanced. I agreed, was given enough information about how I
imported the heroin to make a plea bargain and I thought I'd get
probation. Instead, I got seven to fifteen. I would be eligible for
parole in two years but I soon learned that I was more likely to see
Glen Miller and Sachmo in a private jam session at my house than to
make parole the first time around. I was told I should expect to serve
at least four years and more likely seven.

Prison was tough, but not what I expected. When I first got there the
gangs tried to jack me, but an old lifer finally explained that if I
didn't hang with the gangs they'd leave me alone. I had to be willing
to fight but if I didn't go looking for one, I could probably do my
time without finding one. I also learned that I didn't have to worry
about "Big Bubba" making me his pet. There were plenty of volunteers
for that role. Looking back, I could see the hand of Jenny's people
helping me, but I knew in my heart that I could have done my time
without what she did.

When I finally got my pity party thinned out, I realized just how
screwed I was. I had been paroled to her custody. This was my official
residence, and it would take weeks to get it changed... if I wanted to
change it. I knew what happened to most newly released offenders. The
gauntlet I'd had to run in Huntsville had just been the first hurdle. I
didn't know the status of my CPA. Since my crime wasn't job related, I
thought I had a prayer of holding on to that, but an ex-con getting an
accounting job wasn't something you'd want to place even a small bet
upon.

Then there was stability. So many ex-offenders screwed up by wanting to
find what they'd lost by being locked up. Men who thought they'd gotten
their lives straightened out in prison wanted to pick up those lives
where they ought to be. A good wife and a stable home. The problem was
that no 'good' woman in her right mind would have anything to do with a
newly released convict. More than half of us were going right back. The
type of women who would take a risk on fresh ex-cons were exactly the
sort that would help get us back inside quicker.

I knew that among the problems I'd developed were intimacy issues.
That's almost universal with ex-offenders. I had been worried that I
wouldn't be able to get it up with Jenny, even before I found out she'd
turned into a whore. Now I was positive that my soldier wouldn't be
reporting for that duty. I was not, however, prepared to resume a
celibate lifestyle. That put me right out there with so many ex-cons.
No family, no job, no money, desperately horny, and wondering if ?
needed to score some Viagra.

As I sat there in my chair, I was overwhelmed for the first time by a
vision of my sweet wife rutting under one of the men I knew she'd
fucked. I barely found the bathroom before I threw up. I didn't quite
make it to the toilet. The smell made me lose what was left in my
stomach. As I knelt before the porcelain god, I felt a cold emptiness
start in my stomach and seep outward until even my fingers gripping the
toilet felt like hollow tubes.

I've known men who have lived on death row, and I understand the term
"dead man walking" as only a denizen of a maximum security prison can.
I was a "dead man walking" as I made my way to the bedroom. I saw the
bed, our bed. Jenny had our old bedspread on it, and I could smell her
all over the room. I turned and went back into the hall and gave thanks
that she'd been able to afford a small two-bedroom apartment. Had any
part of me touched that bed, I'm certain I would have shattered like a
fine crystal vase on a concrete floor. I fell across the guest bed and
was asleep before knew I'd closed my eyes.

When I awoke it was dark, and I smelled something that ignited so many
wonderful memories that for a few seconds I forgot where I was and why
I thought I was alone. Steak! There is no smell like it. I'd smelled it
in prison. Occasionally the ODR (Officer's Dining Room) served steak to
the guards. The ODR was located right between the two chow halls where
the prisoners ate. The smells from that place would drive a saint to
sin. I followed my nose to the kitchen and saw Jenny with her back to
me fixing all my favorites.

"Marci had special company coming in tonight and I couldn't stay there.
I'll give you all the space you need, Jerry, but I'm going to fix the
meal I had planned. I've had these marinating overnight and some of
this needs to be cooked or it will go bad. I want to talk to you. I
think I've got that right, but please, let me show you how happy I am
that you're finally free."

Her voice was trembling and almost broke several times. She never
turned around and I knew she was scared to let me see how much she was
hurting.

Her pain was a knife twisting in my heart; I would rather sleep on hot
coals than bring her pain, but at the same time I wanted to kill her.
Those words that were much less hyperbolic now than they would have
been two years ago.

She turned around and tears were steaming down her face.

"Please, Jerry, don't make me sleep in the car. You can't leave here
until the CSO checks you out, and I don't have anyplace to go. I have
to teach tomorrow. Please, can't we wall all that off for now and..."

I tried to keep my voice neutral. "I can't do that, Jenny. I can't
pretend. But I owe you, and I can be civil. I've had to do a lot of
things I didn't want to do. I don't want to be around you right now,
and it would probably be better if we don't talk. Still, this is your
place and I'm not going to make you sleep in your car."

Jenny looked so fragile. I've always thought of her as my bone china
doll. Something that Madam Alexander might have crafted. Her skin is so
perfect and her features so fine and delicate that I was always afraid
she might shatter if I held her too tightly. Now, she looked like a
dried flower, one whose petals might crumble at the slightest breeze.

She searched my face, and I let my prison mask fall into place. "Will
you eat with me, please, Jerry? It's all your favorites; I even have a
blueberry pie baking."

For the last two years, I've had no choice about who sat on the other
three stainless steel stools, welded to a stainless steel table, bolted
to a concrete floor. I glanced at the dining room, where our wedding
china and crystal gleamed and a flower arrangement wafted soft scents
into the room. I've eaten with murders, rapist, and strong armed
robbers - could I stand to eat with a whore? With a slut? I shrugged; I
still didn't have a choice.

In as neutral a voice as I could manage, I said, "It's a step down from
who I've been eating with, but then my standards have fallen in the last
two years. Sure, I'll?eat with you."

I saw her pain and the tears. I was ashamed and yet I wasn't able to
apologize. Jenny's eyes had been pleading with me, but when I delivered
my cutting remark, I saw her straighten and she said softly, "Thank you.
I appreciate that."

I had to excuse myself, and flee to the bathroom. She hadn't said that
sarcastically, but with sincerity. I didn't like myself very much and
my dry heaves were only a mild outward manifestation of how terrible I
felt inside.

During dinner, I felt ashamed enough that I tried to be sociable while
Jenny pattered about school and other inconsequential things. The
things that made the fabric of her life. It was the way she was when
she'd come to see me during visitation. I remember how lucky I thought
I was always to have a visitor, because ninety percent of the convicts
never had anyone visit. I'd felt so special.

I wasn't even aware of what I was saying until the words had blurted
out, "Did you fuck those guys every time you came to see me. Did you
come to see me dripping their cum?" Jenny whooshed like I'd hit her in
the gut.

Her face turned deathly pale and she said very softly, "No, but I don't
want to talk about that now. I did what I did because I love you..."

I interrupted, "But you can't say you didn't like it. Don't you miss it
now? Wouldn't you like to sneak up there this weekend?" I was
practically shouting, and I realized I was holding my breath awaiting
her answer.

Tears began to appear and rolled slowly down her cheeks, but her voice
carried an iron conviction, "I don't ever want to go back there! It's
been three months and I think I've recovered. I did that for you, but I
don't think I could have taken much more. I'm so grateful that you're
out."

Half my steak was un-eaten but I'd lost my appetite. Mother never went
three days without having someone in her bed, but I believed Jenny. I
know that most sluts are liars, but mother never lied and I didn't have
to be an expert in body language to understand that Jenny was telling
the truth. She hated it, and it had been for me... but did that change
anything?

I stood and left the tiny dinette. I was disoriented and I went into
the wrong bedroom. I wasn't thinking and I threw myself on our bed and
I wept. After some time I must have fallen asleep.

I dreamed that I was back in our bedroom, at our old house. Jenny was
snuggled next to me, her breasts pressed into my back, her breath sweet
on my neck. I turned so I faced her and slipped my arm under her. This
was an old dream, one I'd had so many times over the last two years. I
kissed her and she stirred in her sleep. My tongue entered her mouth
and she stretched and curled her body to me, her arms pulling me to
her. Her crotch pressed mine and I heard her soft sigh of contentment.

I turned her so she was now on her back and my left hand moved to her
right breast. Her nipple stiffened instantly as she pressed her whole
body up to my hand. Her tongue moved into my mouth and formed a Gordian
knot with mine. I felt her hand move down to my belt and unfasten me.
That had never happened in my dreams before. I sleep in my underwear
but as her hand found me, my reaction was the same as always, I came.
Again, the dream jumped the tracks. Jenny moaned in frustration, but
our fused tongues and the feel of her nipple under my fingers made me
harder than I've ever been.

Jenny moaned again as her hand left my cock and she pulled my ass to
move on top of her. As I shifted, she moved underneath me and I felt
her panties being lowered as her legs opened to me. I slid into her and
she was much tighter than I remember, her pubic hair provided a
wonderful friction as it ground up into mine. Her legs entwined in mine
and I felt part of her body. The urgent need for oxygen somehow
separated our tongues and we both gasped for air.

I opened my eyes for the first time and saw Jenny looking up at me.
Love radiated from her delicate face. The words bubbled out as she
declared her love and passion for me. I pulled her to me, not moving in
her just seeking to totally possess her. My coc? reached a hardness that
would have shattered a Brinell hardness tester. Yet I needed more. I
felt her sheath compress that hardness and I swear I could feel the
fold and ridges of her loving my gland. Her words of love actually
turned to moans as she sought to pull all of me inside her. Both her
hands were on my ass urging me to impossible depths.

I pushed hard then pulled back to seek new depths. As I pushed this
time I felt her cervix and adjusted so that I slipped passed it. I
never remember feeling that before, except with my fingers. Jenny's
moans were worth a million words in telling me of her need for me, and
I did all I could to give it to her. Without being aware, we fell into
nature's rhythm, but gently, lovingly. I felt her love as her orgasm
literally washed over me inside her. Her sheath rhythmically clenched
my cock and I felt bathed in her fluid. She never paused as she sought
more of me, and a minute or so later, I felt her have yet another, even
stronger orgasm. She pulled my head down to her, first kissing me, then
pulling my mouth to her neck. I sucked at the tender junction of her
neck and shoulder giving her the first hickey I'd ever delivered.

Her body convulsed and the sensations on my cock caused an explosion
like none I'd ever imagined possible. I erupted with such force and
quantity that I felt some ricochet off her and squirt back out with
sufficient force to drench my balls. My whole body was instantly
paralyzed except for strange grunting movements from below my
diaphragm. Pleasure so powerful it was almost painful blazed through my
body. When that force reached my brain, my mind went blank.

As my insentience faded, I became aware of Jenny's soft breath on my
chest. I was on my side and she was fast asleep in my arms. I was
overwhelmed by my love and tender affection for her. Ignoring a pained
cry deep at the center of my being, I was instantly back asleep.

When I woke the next time, it was near dawn but I was still in the same
position, on my side with Jenny in my arms, her body pressed to mine.
This time she was awake and she gave me one of her patented, blinding
smiles. With a wink, she wiggled down clearly intending to take me in
her mouth. "GET YOUR DIRTY SLUTTY MOUTH AWAY FROM ME... "I bellowed
before I was even aware of what I was saying. I pushed her away and was
standing beside the bed unaware of how I'd accomplished that rather
athletic feat.

I was breathing hard and I felt a murderous rage. Jenny looked like she
wished I followed my impulse. I was disgusted with her and with myself
for having... for having... having loved her. I sank to the floor,
collapsing to a vague sitting position and I cried, my head in my
hands, the pain unbearable. Images of man after man grunting into Jenny
flashed like some sort of lewd slide show. I wondered if Jenny might
have a gun, something that I could use on myself to end this pain.

"Jerry!" I heard the anger in her voice and my pain returned to rage.

I glared at her, "You damn whore, just because you took advantage of my
weakness don't think I've changed my mind about you. You're a damn slut,
you're nothing but a... a damn sperm receptacle. Just because I've added
mine to your mix doesn't mean I want a whore like you around me. I'd
rather fuck a pig than a whore."

I wanted to grab my mouth, to try to pull the words back, but it seemed
like I was trapped into a dark seething place. I did manage not to make
it worse as I turned and walked into the other bedroom. I sat for a
very long time trying to understand what I was and what I wanted.
Images swirled of Jenny in the most obscene poses with some of the fat
slobs that I'd seen unannounced at my childhood breakfast table. Mixed
with that were happy scenes from before I went to prison, or worse, how
desperately I wanted her when she would come to visit me.

I don't know how long I lay there, my face buried into the pillow
before Jenny announced her presence at the door with a soft knock.
"Jerry, I'm sorry, I thought when you went to our bed last night that
it would be okay to join you. I ?asn't trying to seduce you; I just
want to love you. When I woke, it was the most wonderful dream of my
life. I love you, but I don't think I can stand for you to call me a
whore or a slut. I'm not! We need to talk. I called into school today,
and I talked to a good friend. She'd said we would need to talk to a
marriage consular even before you were released. She didn't know what I
did at the trailer, but you know how many offenders have problems.
Anyway, I had made a tentative appointment for tomorrow just in case.
Please Jerry, I can't stand the thought of losing you. Even more, I
can't stand you thinking what I did makes me a whore or a slut. I'm
going to go. Please come with me."

Using the habits of the last two years, I managed to keep my mouth
shut. It didn't take a brain surgeon to see that I had a few unresolved
issues. Looking at Jenny, so vulnerable standing in the door to this
bedroom, I remembered how I loved her. Smelling my unwashed body, I
didn't think I could live with her. Jenny had tossed me a lifeline.
Even if we could no longer be married, something I was almost certain
of, dealing with a professional might make doing what I didn't wanted
to do more palatable.



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Chapter 9: Counseling


Jenny had never thought she'd be grateful for dire financial straits.
She was also grateful that she'd had to move to a new checking account
when their joint account had been cancelled. She had had every
intention of adding Jerry to her checking account and credit cards, but
since she hadn't, she had a measure of control. She used that control to
keep him in her apartment and force him to eat with her. She was
downright thankful that her school district had wonderful health
insurance and that insurance was going to cover the cost of their
sessions.

The first session, two days ago, had been very tense. When she'd
explained the background of their situation, she'd been terrified by
Jerry's open hostility. Most of the session had been devoted to working
out acceptable rules for living together. Jerry had insisted that she
"never pollute my room," but then he was also willing to make all sorts
of agreements about his language and what he would say. They'd spent the
last two days like what Jerry called "new cellies" and aside from eating
together they didn't see each other.

Jerry had spent the first hour of the session with the counselor in
private, and then it was Jenny's turn. They had finished with a half
hour session together. Jenny had started the hour by being as honest as
she could about what she had done and why.

Towards the end of the hour, Dr. Gardner leaned forward and asked
softly "Jenny, did you ever enjoy you time in 'the trailer' as you
called it. Did you ever look forward to it?"

The question had caught Jenny very much off guard, and she barely
suppressed an automatic 'No.' "I never looked forward to going there,
but there were some times when I did look forward to some of the men. I
never fantasized about any of them, and I certainly don't miss any of
them. But I do have to say that I did enjoy some of what I did up
there. You have to understand some of those men are skillful lovers,
and I do enjoy sex. That doesn't mean I didn't miss it with my husband
or would ever cheat on him. This is very important to me. He has to
accept that didn't cheat on him, that I was doing this for him. I think
it was noble and..."

Jenny realized that she was crying, tears running down her cheek. Dr.
Gardner handed her a tissue and then said, "continue."

Jenny took a deep breath and said, "He was never supposed to know. I
wouldn't have done it if I thought he would find out, but I'm not
sorry. I owed him and I wanted him back still a man. If someone had to
take it up the ass, I didn't want it to be him. I would have done
almost anything to protect him. I don't know why he keeps calling me a
slut and a whore. I never even pretended to be either of those for the
guys. I was a party girl, a good time girl, but I would never do that
for money, and I'? never cheat on my husband."

Dr. Gardner gave her time to compose herself then said, "I admit I've
never seen a case quite like this. I'm going to try something a little
bit different when we're together. If I'm right we'll cut this process
down, but you have to understand that... Let's bring Jerry in so that
you can both hear this."

When Jerry came into the room and took his chair, he was leaning away
from Jenny. Jenny was leaning toward him and it hurt to see him so
withdrawn from her.

Dr. Gardner cleared her throat to get their attention. "I just told
Jenny that this was a most unusual case. On the one hand, I'm
optimistic because you both love each other so deeply. On the other,
you have some very deep issues that you need to get past.

"First Jenny, you're going to have to understand that what you did was
wrong. Jerry, you're going to need to believe that what she was doing
was being done for you and for no other reason. Jenny, you could debate
the correctness of your choice, but you cannot debate that you didn't
include your husband in that decision. You unilaterally changed the
structure of your marriage. Sex matters, and your sexuality is now very
different from what it was when Jerry went to prison. When you are in
bed from now on, you will have experiences that will shape the way you
react sexually. Jerry never agreed to be married to the sexual person
you are now. Jerry has every right to reject that person from his life.
Even the most conservative of Catholics recognize adultery as grounds
for divorce. Make no mistake - this was cheating."

Jenny felt her jaw drop, and a sharp pain lanced through her. She'd
never thought about this aspect of what she'd done, or that Jerry
deserved a say in what she was doing. She had usurped the decision and
for the first time she could tell that she'd made a serious mistake.
She turned to Jerry, trying to form the words that would explain what
was in her heart.

Dr. Gardner held up a hand to have her keep quiet and turned to Jerry,
"Jerry, you said that you would have done anything for Jenny. That your
need to fulfill her smallest desire was part of why you were in prison.
I need you to answer a question, Can you honestly say that if Jenny
were locked up for something, and you knew you could keep her safe by
sucking other men's sperm from a band of repulsive fat old women, you
wouldn't do it?"

The image blinked unbidden in Jenny's mind as she watched Jerry mull
the deeper question. He was quiet for a long time then he said, "I
understand, but..."

Dr. Gardner cut him off. "I know, Jerry, but you told me that you never
discussed your mother with Jenny. Don't you think that might have made a
difference? We discussed the tremendous psychological stress that those
men bring to bear on their target women. I'm bound by confidentiality
not to report that situation to the police, but you need to understand
that for Jenny that was the equivalent of volunteering to be raped.
Women can have orgasm during a rape and in case of continued abuse even
form attachments to their rapist. You two have a laundry list of issues
that you need to resolve, but you need to begin by understanding the
real issues, which are not what either of you came in here thinking
they are."

Dr. Gardner turned back to Jenny, "How long are you going to wait
before you add Jerry to your checking account? Why didn't you open it
as a joint account? Couldn't you have done that, even if he might still
need to sign a signature card? Do you see where the power you gained in
your mind over him by what you did might be a problem?"

Dr. Gardner continued talking about different ways of looking at their
situation. At the end she said, "I want you to try something that is
used in cases of infidelity. Jerry, on even numbered days, I want you
to spend twenty minutes telling Jenny how what she had done has hurt
you. Jenny will not say a word and will not respond to anything you
say. On odd numbered days, she will do the same to you, because you've
got responsibility for this too. I also want each of you to start
keeping a ?ist of everything you like about the other and everything
that the other has done for you that you like. On Saturdays, I want
Jerry to spend his twenty minutes reading his list to you, Jenny. On
Sundays, I want Jenny to read her list back. Now, I won't tell you not
to have sexual relations, but I will ask that you wait until after the
weekend. I also want to encourage you to talk about some of what you
told me today. I'm not going to see you for two weeks. I want you to be
very careful about the rules we established for living together. Do NOT
modify those rules even though things look better or perhaps look
worse."



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Chapter 10: Six weeks later


It had been the most difficult six weeks of Jenny's life. Jerry had
been the first to use the twenty-minute rant. The hurt and anger that
poured out of her husband reminded her of a boil being lanced, and the
pus exploding on her face. She had managed to hold her tongue when he
asked her things like "did you like that big black cock up your ass?"
It was even harder not to explain that she always came to visit him
before she went to the trailer. It almost broke her heart when he'd
talked about his mother for the first time. He'd always said he was an
orphan but Jenny had no idea what that had meant. He'd always refused
to talk about it and Jenny had assumed he'd been raised in the foster
care system.

If listening to Jerry rant was bad, her own rants were in some ways
worse. Dr. Gardner had told her privately to be very careful not to
mention sex when she ranted, and Jenny discovered that sex wasn't her
issue. She hadn't known she was so mad at Jerry for getting locked up.
She had dumped all the frustrations she built up with people making
jokes and cutting remarks about her 'convict' husband. She didn't
mention sex but she did mention how many men hit on her, "Because she
was so lonely." She talked about how much she hated being followed by
the unmarked cars and shadowy men who were constantly checking on her.

After the first weekend session, things got better. They agreed on
their own that after each rant, the person ranting would spend a few
minutes reminding the other that they still loved them. But even with
the words of love, Jerry had yet to take her into his arms. He
continued to treat her as damaged goods. By the time of their next
session with Dr. Gardner, Jenny had begun to internalize his
complaints. She was shocked to comprehend fully that she had damaged
herself in her husband's eyes. She had thought that the many things
she'd learned about pleasuring men in the trailer would be a bonus for
Jerry, and now she understood that they would forever be painful
reminders of her time there.

Anal sex was a focus of many of Jerry's rants and Jenny knew it was
something he had wanted from her. Jenny had gotten to the point that
anal was so mundane she barely noticed when she had something in her
there. No, that wasn't quite true; she liked to have something there,
fingers, a dildo or a cock. It helped her to have a more intense
orgasm. Now, it was possible that she and Jerry would never explore
that. Not only would her experience be evident, but she slowly realized
that she would never be able to do anal without some intrusions from the
trailer. Even if she never thought about the men, the techniques she'd
learned from other men would always be there.

Jenny also worried about not having had sex for the last six week. Dr.
Gardner had insisted, and she was determined to follow the instruction,
but had expected that Jerry would pressure her. It was a source of deep
pain that not only didn't he pressure her, he managed to make it very
clear during one of his rants that just looking at her turned an
erection into a 'wet noodle.'

Today was going to be another long session. Dr. Gardner had told them
to make a list of the questions or comments made during the rants they
wanted to respond to, and that she would select some of those for a
moderated talk. Those issues that she didn't choose were still not t?
be discussed no matter how painful.

Once they were seated and comfortable, Dr. Gardner took the list and
asked, "Jenny, how could you convince yourself that you'd never cheated
when you did every conceivable sexual act known to man?"

Jenny swallowed hard, "I came close that first day. One of the men
wanted to play the "cheating wife" fantasy with me. He worked hard at
seducing me, and after what had gone before, I was very vulnerable. I
played along, and before the end of the dance, he asked to come to my
apartment. I had gone further with him than I had intended, but what I
realized when he asked that question was that I didn't want to have an
affair. I didn't want to cheat on my husband. I never allowed that
fantasy again, and I always knew that what I was doing was for my
husband and not for me. I think that attitude came through. I was never
very popular with some of the men. Those that continued to dance with me
respected that."

Dr. Gardner turned to Jerry and asked, "Jerry, can you understand the
difference in physically cheating and emotional and mental cheating?"

Jerry's jaw clenched and he replied, "Does it make any difference to
the cock spurting cum inside her?"

Dr. Gardner didn't say anything and Jenny felt tears begin to well up
in the charged silence. Finally Jerry continued, "I'm sorry. I didn't
even mean that. I do understand the difference and it's important.
That's why I'm here and trying to work this out. That and the fact that
she stopped going up there three months ago. Dr. Gardner, I want to
trust her, but how can I know that she might not decide she misses what
she had up there?"

Dr. Gardner turned back to Jenny, and asked, "With the high rates of
recidivism, there's a better than even chance that Jerry will be going
back to prison. If he's back in that same unit, will you be willing to
join the group to help again?"

Jenny didn't have to think for even a second, "No! If he goes back,
I'll stay married to him. I promised for better or worse, but I believe
what Jerry said about being able to survive in the system. Even more
important, I do understand that I can't break my wedding vows, not even
to help Jerry. I wish I'd talked to him, and I know his mother makes all
this harder for him, but I can't be a slut or a whore, and that's what
it would be the next time. I couldn't pretend I was being noble,
protecting him, I'd just be selling my body for favors instead of money
and I can't do that!" Jenny was breathing hard and was surprised at just
how much her view of what she did up there was changing.

Dr. Gardner turned to Jerry and asked, "Jerry, Jenny needs an equal
partner and she needs for her husband to be there for her. How are you
going to do that? How are you going to make the sort of legal salary
that she could reasonably expect? How are you going to ensure that you
stay out of jail?"

Jenny had been looking at Jerry when Dr. Gardner asked the question and
Jerry looked like she was physically striking him. She couldn't stand
the pain in his eyes and exploded to her feet, her eyes flashing a icy
fury.

"That is NOT fair. He already has a temp job, but it will get better.
It's just going to take time to get established. I wouldn't expect him
to bounce right back. If he'd been in some sort of terrible accident
he'd need time, and I don't expect him to be able to pick up his old
career overnight. I just want him to love me." Jenny had gone from
flashing eyes to tear filled.

Jerry had recovered and in a firm voice said, "I learned some things in
prison, one of the most important was that Jenny didn't need to have her
every whim satisfied to stay with me." He paused then continued, "You're
pretty good, Dr. Gardner. I can see where you're going and I understand
that I'm not completely rational about how I'm reacting. Once I saw
that Jenny wasn't minimizing what she'd done, and more importantly, was
truly sorry for what she'd done, I knew that the major problems were
going to be me. I think that most men would have trouble with their
wives entertaining... dancing with two dozen guys several?times a
month. I know most guys would be bothered by the changes in her
sexuality. I also know that I'm more extreme than anyone who didn't
have strong religious convictions."

Jerry grinned wryly, "As for not going back, I have a plan for that,
Jenny gave me the idea. It's perfectly legal, so legal that the law
would be setting it up for us. Dr. Gardner, I suspect I'm going to have
to get some intensive therapy to deal with the issues that my dear
mother created for me. What worries me is that while I still love
Jenny, I can't stand the thought of being intimate with her. I don't
mean just sex; I mean holding her, or sleeping in the same bed."

The session continued and Jenny again had the feeling that boils were
being lanced. It was messy and there was pain, but like a lanced boil,
the release of the pressure felt good too. Dr. Gardner called and made
an appointment with a good physiologist for Jerry, then asked to see
each of them privately. After swearing each to secrecy, she asked each
to try as often as possible to remember how they felt for the other
back in college and act that way now. She'd told each, "I know you
won't be able to do it 24/7 but when ever you can, I'd like you to
treat the other just like you did then. I'd like you to try this and
then we'll discuss it next week."

She called them together for the end of the session and said, "None of
what we've been doing is what I would call unorthodox counseling, but
I'd like to ask you to think about trying something pretty far out. I'd
like you to try sleeping in the same bed. I want to place some
conditions on it though. You can cuddle all you want, sex is okay too,
but not unless you discuss it and agree to it before you get in bed.
Otherwise, I expect both of you to resist any advances that might be
made in bed. You'll probably find this a bit difficult, but I don't
want there to be any seduction in bed. That bed was yours before Jerry
went to prison, and I want you both to consider it a safe place in your
marriage."

Jenny thought that was one of the oddest things she ever heard, but she
reluctantly agreed after Jerry had nodded that he would try.

After dinner, Jerry was helping to clean up and Jenny took his hand,
ignoring his flinch and said, "Jerry, I know we're going to have your
rant in a bit. I want you to know that it is helping me to understand
just how much I hurt you, but I want to ask one last time that you not
to call me a whore or a slut. This is important to me. Slut doesn't
apply because I never went looking for sex, and if I was a whore, my
price was your safety. I hope I will always love you enough that I
place your safety above my discomfort. Whores don't do that. Please,
Jerry, I can take whatever else you want to call me but not that, not
anymore. I don't think I can accept that."

Jerry looked at her hard, but he didn't pull his hand from hers. "What
are we going to do about tonight?"

Jenny searched his face looking for some clue to his reaction. She just
couldn't be sure. She hadn't intended to issue any sort of ultimatum,
just a simple request to tone down his rants. Now, she was beginning to
understand that being a doormat wasn't what their relationship needed.
There was a difference in being submissive for someone who valued the
gift and cherished it, and being something worthless. Jenny had grown
too much to be treated as something to be wiped from your shoes.

When Jerry continued to look at her passively, she understood that he
had agreed without saying the words that would be painful.

"I think Dr. Gardner is a very smart woman," she said. "I know this is
hard for you. You know that I want you, but I don't think you
understand that this will be hard for me too. It's easier to pretend
that... that you aren't repulsed by me when we're in different rooms.
It's a king size bed, there's plenty of room, I won't try to snuggle,
but I'm open to it."

Jerry's face was painfully neutral. "I can do that. Jenny, I do love
you. Now that I have a job I could move to a half way house if I didn't
want to work on this. Every time I thin? I've got some kind of mental
balance, I'll think about what one of those slime balls would say to
me, or how they'd look at me and know they might have just come from
your bed. I had two anger management classes, but I didn't think I had
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Chapter 11: Jerry


Trying to get established after I got out was harder and easier than
I'd imagined. I didn't face the problems of a place to stay or where to
get food. I didn't even face the pressure of trying to find a job. On
the other hand, when the best job I could find was working as an temp
data entry clerk, it was a blow. Meeting my parole officer was another
exercise in humility. She made it perfectly clear what she thought of
my value to society and that it would be better off if I never saw the
light of day again.

I received a call from my former employers and was complimented on my
silence. I was warned that my health and that of my family depended on
my continued silence. There was a hint that I might be able to find
work with them, although nothing that sounded completely legal. I also
found that my accounting license was being challenged. Last but not
least I found that I was being kept under surveillance by what I
assumed was the Drug Enforcement Agency.

All that would have been hard enough to absorb, but my problems with
Jenny seemed to be getting worse, not better. It's a lot easier to hate
someone, to discard them when you don't have to live with them and see
their side of things. I couldn't pretend that I wouldn't have done what
she'd done, and I couldn't pretend that I was this upset about not being
consulted on her decision. I felt like a mean hearted SOB for feeling
the way I did, but I couldn't seem to find a way to change my feelings.

After the session before last, I lost my enthusiasm for ranting at
Jenny. I just couldn't muster the passion if I wasn't going to call her
a slut and a whore, or something similar. Talking to a shrink has helped
some, although I don't know why; I never believed in that sort of thing,
certainly not that it might have any effect in just a week. Still when
we went back to see Dr. Gardner after sleeping in the same bed for a
week, I was beginning to think that there might be some outer limits to
my anger, that I might be able to contain it. I found I was looking
forward to tonight when I could say positive things to her, and I
always meant those.

If only - are there any sadder words? If only I could stop seeing
images of her with those officers. I keep replaying conversations I had
with those men, wondering if they ever let me hear them laughing at me,
taunting me. Every time I start talk to Jenny about holding her in bed,
or more, I'm flooded with the image of one of those fat slobs rutting on
her. Then I want to throw up as I 'hear' her cries of passion ringing in
my ears.

As I lay here I can hear her breathing, she's asleep. Normally I'm
asleep before she is. I've been taking a prescription sleeping pill
since my first appointment with my shrink. The first two nights in bed
with her, I didn't sleep a wink. I'm not sure why I didn't take one
tonight, I think I wanted to see if I could sleep without it, or maybe
just think things through. I do know one thing; I think I'm going to
have to ask her to talk about some of the things she did in that
trailer. I need to understand her side of it and I know I can't do that
until we talk it out.

It was almost dawn when I stirred to half consciousness. I had moved
over to Jenny's side of the bed and I had her in my arms. My hand
cupped her breast and my rock hard erection was pressed into her
luscious ass. I wasn't sure what had pulled me from a pleasant dream
but I knew I was suddenly completely awake. Then I heard it. Jenny was
pleading in her sleep. Saying things like "No, please no Dennis. Don't
hurt me. Please not that way."

It wasn't coherent and she was starting to thrash. I pulled away from
her, and she calmed almost immediately. I?was thunderstruck - I knew
who "Dennis" was, and I knew he was one of the smaller, younger,
officers. If I had made a list of the ones that I think Jenny might
have been attracted to, he would be near the top. I pulled away and I
listened very carefully to Jenny's breathing as she settled. She was
asleep. She hadn't awakened.

Disengaged, I lay quietly on my side of the bed. I was trying very hard
to analyze a new emotion about Jenny. It was so new and so different
that I wondered if I was actually feeling it. I was feeling sorry for
what she'd had to do. For the very first time I was able to internalize
that she might not have actually enjoyed what she'd done. Her tone was
that of a person pleading when they know it's not going to work, but
were in so much distress that they couldn't help making the appeal.

Since it was Sunday morning, neither of us had to go to work. I eased
off the bed and went to take a shower. I had become addicted to
showers, locking the door and spending hours under the hot water. I'd
never considered privacy important before, but I'd become almost
obsessive about it since I got out. It was the real reason that I
didn't want Jenny to come into the other bedroom. I'd used harsh words,
but that was just prison talk. The real reason was that I'd found I
desperately needed a place that was mine. A place where my stuff
couldn't be rousted. A place where someone couldn't walk in on me
unannounced. The bathroom didn't provide enough space to satisfy that
new need, but it was as close as I could get.

The other most obvious change in me because of my prison stay was my
reaction to having to make choices. I remember going to the supermarket
for shampoo, and literally standing in the aisle weeping. My brand had
been discontinued, and confronted with so many choices I couldn't
decide for myself what brand of shampoo to buy. I'd fled to the car and
cowered like a scared kid.

My shrink had asked me to examine if I needed long showers to
symbolically clean myself of what I'd done. Frankly, I hadn't thought
what I'd done was that bad. I mean I wasn't of the common ex-offender
mindset, that "next time I'll choose a different corner to sell my
drugs." No, I knew that I wasn't cut out to be a criminal, but I'd
never felt more anger at the way the system had screwed me than I felt
guilt over what I'd done. The cops had lied and the judge... But as I
showered this morning, I was having a germ of an idea.

I remembered reading an erotic story someone had printed out in prison.
Yes, porn is all over the prison and you can get a good jack book for
three soups. If you can get someone to subscribe for you, you can even
declare them on your property list so they can't be taken when they
shake down your cell. Jack is a term used constantly in prison. It's
funny because jack books are one thing that are always being jacked.

Anyway, in this story a husband 'cleaned' a cheating wife by washing
her in the shower. It was a very erotic scene, but I didn't know I'd
remembered it. They, the couple had been divorced for several years,
but they'd still needed something to clean the stain of her cheating. I
was wondering if something like that would help with Jenny. It might,
but in a flash of insight, I realized that we might both need it for
the things she'd had to suffer when Dennis had done whatever he'd done
to her. I did need to hear some of what she'd done. Then I could help
her with her hurt and perhaps wash her later of those things that might
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Chapter 12: Sunday Night


Jenny had just finished her twenty minutes of "praise and worship" as
she called her good rant at Jerry. She looked forward all week to
delivering it. She was sure that she was getting through to him. She
loved hearing what he said each Saturday night. It charged her
batteries, but Sunday night was when she felt like she was breaching
his walls.

"Tell me about Dennis."

Jenny gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth. She'd felt warm and
lo?ing and with those four words Jerry had made her feel like a small
hunted animal. "Jerry, honey, don't..."

Jerry interrupted her, "That's the first time you've called me honey
since I've been out. I like that. I think I need to hear about Dennis;
you were dreaming about him this morning."

"You told me I couldn't call you honey... I would never dream of any of
those men and certainly never about Dennis. He was the worst!" She'd
shot to her feet, standing akimbo.

Jerry smiled gently, "If I told you that, I must have been insane. I've
missed it, and I need to hear it. In my sleep, I'd pressed up against
you. I was having a pleasant dream and you woke me saying something
like, "No, Dennis." What was that all about?"

Jenny could feel her face blush, then flushed, "You were holding me and
having a good dream?" She looked intently into his eyes changing her
focus from one to the other. There was a long silence as she tried to
read his mind. Finally, she said, "Jerry, I'll do anything you want me
to do. I can't take back what I've done, but if you want me to talk
about Dennis you're going to have to hold me, and promise that you
won't stop holding when I'm finished. I can tell you if I was dreaming
about him, it was a nightmare. I've been having a few issues myself
about what I did... what was done to me up there. You or Dr. Gardner
asked me if I could say that I never enjoyed what I did, and I can't
say that. But I can say that those times were a tiny fraction, a very
tiny fraction of the times that I hated what was being done to me, and
I'll hate Dennis for the rest of my life."

Jenny was breathing hard, when Jerry got out of his recliner and moved
to the couch. He patted the back and held his arm out for her. Jenny
flew into him and buried her face in his chest soaking his shirt with
her tears. Holding her with one arm, Jerry stroked her hair with the
other, making soothing sounds to give her comfort.

When she seemed to get some control, Jerry said, "Jenny, this is what
I'd like to try. I'd like you to tell me about Dennis, then I want us
to take a shower together and I'm going to wash Dennis off you. All of
you, every place he ever touched you, I will soap and with the suds
I'll rinse him off you. Then, if you agree, I'd like to agree to use
our bed. I don't want you to think that this will be the end of it, but
if it works, maybe we won't have to wash all of them off you."

Jenny clung to him and, looking down at his lap, she said, "I did that,
you know. Every time I got home, I washed them off. The first time I
spent hours in the shower, kind of like you do now. Jerry, I love you
so much, do you know how much this will hurt me if you use this in your
next rant?"

Jenny held her breath; the rants had been getting shorter and sounding
more pro forma than anything. She wasn't sure she would have been able
to handle having them flare back to the vituperative sessions they'd
been. She could hear her own breathing as she waited for him to
respond. She knew just how important this juncture was. She was
prepared to risk her pain, but she wanted to make sure that Jerry
understood what it was going to cost her if his next rant turned
vitriolic.

After a long silence, Jerry said, "Love, until this morning I couldn't
absorb what you'd said about your time in the trailer being hard on
you. My mother would have loved it. I know I'll never want to hear
about the times you didn't hate, but if you share your pain with me, I
promise that I'll never taunt you with them. It wouldn't make much
sense anyway, would it?"

Jenny felt her stomach twist; she'd never talked about this with
anyone. Not even Marci who was the only person she'd told what she was
doing. At least she'd never given the details that she was sure that
Jerry wanted her to share. She shuddered at the memory of the first
time she'd danced with Dennis.

She looked up at her husband; he was back in that stone face mode that
she'd never seen before he'd gone to prison. She sighed and decided to
give it to him straight, with no attempt to use euphemisms. That
decided she s?ill couldn't face him while she told him what happened.

She swallowed hard and started, "I don't remember if he was my third or
fourth dance the second time I was there. I just remember that I was
already a bit sore in back, in my asshole. I also remember that I got
to take a dinner break afterwards too so it must have been the fourth.
I came out of the bathroom and when I walked into the bedroom, he was
sitting on top of the sheets naked as jaybird. He scared me so bad that
I almost ran back out. Dennis isn't a very tall or heavy man, but his
cock is deformed. Even hard it's not even half as long as yours. Yours
is the largest I've seen by the way." Jenny glanced up to see how Jerry
accepted this little white lie. She couldn't read his expression and
decided not to pursue it. "What it lacks in length, it more than makes
up in girth. It is literally bigger around than any doorknob that I've
ever seen. He's also one of the jerks that doesn't talk or do anything
to make things easier. He made me crawl up between his legs and give
him head. He's uncircumcised and I don't know what it is but there's
always white stuff in the folds. It smells bad and it tastes worse.
He's so big around that my jaw was aching within seconds of trying to
get it in, and I always cut my lips on my teeth trying to keep from
scrapping him.

Jenny stopped; she could almost feel the blood in her mouth that she
always got when she had to dance with Dennis. She shuddered again at
the painful memory. "Dennis isn't big on regular sex. I think he only
used me normally a few times, and that hurt too. Most of the time he'd
let it go with head. But if I got him off too quickly, or if I took too
long, he would take me anally. The first time, he didn't come quickly
and he had me kneel up on the bed. I thought he was going to take me
doggie style but he just shoved it right into my ass. He tore me, and I
had to get four stitches from Dr. Jerry. Even though I was covered in
blood, he made sure he shot his wad before he let me go see the doctor.
I still had to finish my shift after my break. I just didn't have to do
anal again that shift. I did the next shift though; right after the
stitches came out.

Jenny paused and looked up at Jerry; he had big tears running down his
cheeks. He pushed her head down so she couldn't see him and she found
she was staring at his lap. He wasn't hard. That made her feel good.
She heard that some husbands liked to hear about what their wives did
with other men, she was relieved that Jerry wasn't one of them. What
she didn't know was why he was crying. He was holding her but he'd made
no effort to pat her or console her in any way.

Still looking down Jenny asked, "Jerry, is that enough. Are you okay,
can you forgive me?"

Jerry enveloped her in his arm, crushing her to him. It was so fast and
so hard that he forced the air from her lungs. After a few seconds,
Jenny had to struggle to breath. Jerry loosened his grip, but still
held her tightly, rocking her back and forth as you would a baby or
small child. Jenny looked up and this time, right into Jerry's tear
filled eyes she saw his love for her.

"Oh, Jerry, don't cry for me. It wasn't that bad and besides if it
hadn't been for me you would never have been locked..."

Jerry silenced her as his lips came down to hers in the most tender
kiss she could ever remember. Their lips and their tongues seemed to
generate a special balm. Or perhaps it was some other type of chemistry
but Jenny was sure that as they kissed and cried together some of the
poison in their relationship was being leached out of them.

After just the right amount of time, Jerry stood and held his hand out
to her to help her off the couch. As Jenny looked around, the room
looked brighter, and larger. Jerry led them to the bathroom, then left
her to get a knife from the kitchen. Jenny had no idea what he'd
wanted, but she felt very self-conscious as she began to undress. She
dallied taking off either her bra or her panties until Jerry returned.
She saw her face turn purple with embarrassment when Jerry took an
un?sed bar of soap and cut it lengthwise down the middle. That was
going inside her!

It only took Jerry seconds to shed his clothes. He'd told her that he'd
been strip searched several times a day in prison and he had no body
modesty left. Jenny was surprised as just how much trepidation she felt
at what she needed to do. Jerry hadn't seen her nude since he was locked
up. She had always been modest and she'd dealt with it at the trailer by
adopting a 'party girl' persona. Most of the girls up there did the
same. They even called it putting on their dancing face. Now, Jenny
felt her hands trembling as she reached behind her to undo her bra. She
unsnapped it, but she couldn't seem to make herself let go of the straps
to let it fall.

Jerry reached around her and started the shower. When he looked back,
she still was holding her bra on. She saw him smile at her. A gentle
smile, the smile she'd fallen in love with so long ago. Humping her
shoulders, she let the bra fall as she reached to slip her panties off.
Never breaking eye contact, she stood and put her shoulders back so her
husband could see what belonged to him, and him alone.

When Jerry's smile showed appreciation, Jenny let out the breath she
hadn't been aware she'd been holding. Jerry stepped into the shower and
turned so his back was to the nozzle. Jenny stepped in letting him block
most of the water. She was trembling when he took her into his arms and
kissed her on the top of her head. She didn't know if the trembling was
caused by fear or anticipation. Jerry led her in a little shuffle dance
so that they were standing sideways to the nozzle in their tub/shower.
There wasn't much room, but they were pressed so closely together that
they didn't use all that was available.

Turning again Jenny now had her back to the water and Jerry reached
over to the shelf for her shampoo. He kissed her head again and began
to wash her hair. Jenny tilted her head all the way back baring her
throat as she let the warm water rinse the foam from her hair. Using
his half bar of soap, Jerry began to wash her face. He was ever so
gentle as he washed her make-up off. He moved to her neck and washed
all around it. His fingers were so gentle and so strong. Jenny felt
like they had some mental connection that allowed him to use the
perfect amount of pressure as he washed her.

He then washed each of her arms; his touch in her ticklish underarms
was perfect. Jenny's eyes never left her husband's. Looking deeply into
first one then the other she tried to read his soul as he cleaned her
body. She looked for some sign as he bypassed her breasts and then
washed her stomach. He also bypassed her pubic area. It was hard for
Jenny not to wonder if he saw some difference in her pubic hair. It had
grown back before he was released and it looked like she remembered it
after having had 'hardwood floors for eighteen months.' When Jerry bent
to begin to wash her legs, Jenny was able to see his muscle ripple.
'Jerry spent a lot of time doing weights when he was gone; he looks so
hard and ripped. I love the way his body feels pressed to mine now.
It's even better than before.'

Jerry had her turn, while he washed her shoulders, back, and legs with
the same care he'd shown on her front. He turned her to face him again,
and Jenny immediately locked her eyes with him. His narrowed and Jenny
searched to see if it was pain or anger, or something else worse. He
took a deep breath and expelled it. His breathing picked up and Jenny
felt his pain so acutely she felt tears form. Fearing he might not
continue, Jenny opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out to be
cleaned. She raised her eyebrows and looked as beseechingly as she
could. For a second she thought the gesture might be misunderstood and
draw a smile. The extra pain on his face showed that he understood
exactly why she wanted her mouth cleaned. Using his bar of soap, he
rubbed her tongue and then swirled it around the inside.

Jerry pulled the shower handle until he sprayed it right into her
mouth. Jenny was relieved that he'd only taken a second. She?wasn't
sure what she'd have done if she swallowed soap, and this was not the
time she wanted to gag or get sick. Jerry took another deep breath and
began to wash her breasts. Every square millimeter received the soap
bar, but he paid special attention to her nipples. Those nipples popped
to attention, but as Jenny studied Jerry's face, she knew that he didn't
mistake this for arousal. His hand moved to her pubic hair and he began
to wash that. He was holding the shower nozzle in his other hand and he
washed the soap off as soon as it lathered.

He slipped the bar between her legs and Jenny spread them as far as the
tub would allow. When that wasn't enough, she squatted to allow her to
open her thighs. Even though she was expecting it, the penetration by
the bar of soap surprised her, and it was very uncomfortable. Watching
Jerry with an intensity she didn't know she possessed, Jenny raised on
her tip toes and kissed Jerry lightly on his cheek and whispered
softly, "Thank you, you have no idea how much this helps me. All the
douches never left me feeling clean. Please, just one more place and I
can feel like I'm rid of that..."

Jerry smothered her mouth with his, pulling her into him, the shower
head dropped and bounced about on the side of the tub. The water
whipped back and forth about their ankles as Jerry reached behind her
and inserted the bar of soap into her rectum. Again, he didn't just
insert it but reamed her making certain that her insides were coated
with soap.

"I love you, Jenny. You are the air of my breath. I've been impossible,
because I knew I couldn't live without you. Can you forgive me?"

"Shush, Jerry. I've never believed that 'love was never having to say
you're sorry', but not for this. I was shallow and insecure. I pushed
you to give me things that I didn't need or value. I needed you to
prove your love for me by what you bought me. All that I need now is
for what I did up there to have mattered. I can't live with myself if
it didn't. Please, Jerry, tell me it wasn't all for nothing. Tell me
that I wasn't just a stupid whore."

Jenny laid her cheek on Jerry's chest and listened to his heart that
seemed to be racing a million beats a second. He kissed her head again,
took a deep breath and said, "Yes, it helped. I'm a man and I hate the
idea that my wife had to protect me. I'm sure I would have figured out
how to do my time quietly, eventually, but I was in a bad place that
time you said you couldn't raise more money. I probably would have been
attacked. I wouldn't be here now either. I'd still be in prison and if
I'm honest, I would have done almost anything to get out. I've changed
in the last two years, but I don't know if there would have been
anything left of the me I am in another two. That's the soonest I might
have reasonably expected parole.

With the showerhead still bouncing around their ankles, the chill of
the air conditioning was enough to raise goose bumps on Jenny. Feeling
Jerry's hard body pressed against her, she wanted him desperately. The
problem was that the part of that hard body she wanted hard most,
wasn't, and she didn't know what to do.

Jerry ran his hand down her back sending delicious chills shooting up
and down her spine. As he caressed her lower cheeks, Jenny felt like a
fire hydrant had been opened between her legs. She had never felt her
own fluids run on her thighs, but she was certain they were wet now
with more than water. Her nipples were so hard that it was almost
uncomfortable for them to be pressed so firmly into Jerry's chest...
almost!

As Jenny was trying to find some way of suggesting that they move to
the bedroom, Jerry said, "Jenny, I want to take you to our bed and I
want to cherish you. This is hard for me because mentally I want you
like I haven't since that first time in college or our wedding night.
But, I'm also terrified that I... well, I seem to be having a Viagra
moment. I know this is common, but I want to suggest something before
we try to work on my problem. I'd like you to go on line soon, to some
of the erotic story sites and read thos? stories. Perhaps rent a video
or two. We both had a sheltered life as far as sex goes, and I'd like
you to see if you can learn some techniques that might help me with my
current problem."

Jenny noted that as Jerry had been speaking, haltingly, his cock had
begun to respond. During the time that Jerry had been away and since
he'd returned she had read a story or two, but she also understood what
Jerry was saying now, and how she could use what she'd learned at the
trailer, without forcing him to acknowledge where she'd learned it.

Looking up at him she said, "I have read one of those where the woman
did deep throat. It was pretty graphic about how to do it. We've
never... I've never done that, I'll probably gag, but if that isn't too
much of a turn off for you I'd like to try and see if that would work as
well as a pill."

Jerry leaned over and kissed the top of her head again. More
significantly, his cock was now rock hard between them, and swayed from
side to side as he led her, dripping wet, to their bed.

As Jerry helped her to lay out on top of the bed spread, Jenny realized
that her husband was flagging, instinctively she'd struck a demure pose.
Inspired, she asked, "Would you mind turning off the light, I know it's
silly, but I'm feeling a little shy."

A single step was all that was needed in the small room and Jenny felt
her husband's damp body join her on the bed. Again, he took her in his
arms and squeezed her to him. Jenny felt his erection invigorate, and
she arched sinuously into her husband's hard body. As she did she felt
a small tendril of passion begin, not at her sex, but deep in her
chest. It took her a moment to recognize it. Until she'd gone to the
trailer, it was how her passion always started. She loved this man and
she wanted him as a part of her, joined to her. With a start, she
realized two things. First that she'd never felt this sort of passion -
love really - a single time at the trailer. Making love to her husband
was different than getting fucked by her husband's jailers, even when
she'd thought of it as 'making love' there.

The second thing she realized was that the trailer, and her experiences
there where intruding into their marriage bed. The harder Jenny tried
not to think about that place the more images of it encroached. Jenny
felt tears of frustration trying to form and she couldn't fully
concentrate on what Jerry was doing to her. What he was doing was
getting poised to enter her! Jenny had thought that he would have her
begin with oral sex, but Jerry seemed to want the main act first.

As she felt his gland enter her, she was able to concentrate on the
million sensations it generated. Her unshed tears receded and a tiny
tremor of an orgasm trilled through her. It was different from anything
she'd ever experienced, but before she could even examine what had
happened she felt Jerry stiffen in a way she'd come to know very well.

"Jenny, I'm so sorry. I knew I was so close but..."

Jenny hugged herself up to her husband, wrapping her legs around him
and almost pulling herself completely off the bed as he supported his
weight above her. Kissing him on the lips Jenny giggled, "It was longer
than our first time in your dorm room, and this time I had an orgasm
first."

They both laughed and Jenny felt her tension dissipate into a warm
sexual afterglow. For the next twenty minutes they didn't say a
coherent word, just nuzzles and kisses and tender caresses as their
bodies acclimated to each other. Then Jenny said in her most serious
tone, "Let this be the first time for the rest of our lives. I'm
married to you, Jerry, and no man will ever have what I just gave you.
They'll have to cut my throat first. I want your solemn vow that it
will be the same for you."

Jerry pulled back and got off the bed. As he did so, Jenny was grateful
that she didn't feel any apprehension. He turned on the light so that he
could look deeply into her eyes. "Jenny, I want you as my wife, I want
the person you are now, warts and all to be my mate, to bear my
children and to create a home for me and those ?hildren. I want you in
my bed, and chuckling joyfully when our grandchildren wake us at six in
the morning by bouncing on us and demanding to be allowed to watch
cartoons. I swear by all that I am and value that I will be faithful in
all ways to you and only you until I breathe my last. I swear that no
matter what the future holds."

Jenny could only weep. Her vocal cords lost all function and she
clutched her husband until she fell into a peaceful sleep.

She didn't stay asleep all night though. About four o'clock she woke,
saw Jerry sleeping peacefully and with a twinkle in her eye she slipped
into the living room and fired up the computer. She found the internet
site she was looking for and printed a two-page document.

With those two pages of instructions in hand, and a bucket she'd placed
on the floor, she gently rolled Jerry over onto his back. His cock was
flaccid and, she thought, terribly erotic. She took him in her mouth
and began to follow the instructions on the paper she'd printed. Jerry
stirred awake and she felt his body tense as he realized what she was
doing. She pulled off him and looked up into his eyes. "I'm on step
three; now that you've joined me I'm ready to try the hard steps. The
problem is that I can't do and read at the same time. So, buster, if
you don't want one pissed off wife, you're going to have to read me the
instructions and cooperate while I get this done. It says I might uh...
need a bucket or something if the gag reflex gets too strong. I brought
one with me, but if I need it, I expect you to hold it for me. I will
not give up until I figured out how to do this. So, you'd better
control your reflexes too! Clear?" When Jerry didn't answer, Jenny
continued in a softer voice, "Please?"

Jerry grinned and said "Oh, I agree to all you demands, gladly. I'll do
my best to give you a platform to practice on. It's, uh, just that this
font is so small I'm having trouble reading it in the dark... my hand
seems to be shaking too."

Jenny flew into his arms kissed him deeply and then said, "We all have
our little problems. I'll turn on the light, but you'll have to read a
small font. I, on the other hand, have got to find a way to get that
monster past my gag reflex... want to trade?"

After a few more chuckles, Jenny returned to her appointed task. It was
much harder than she'd thought, and a few times, she'd thought she'd
need the bucket she'd brought with her. When, with as much a mental
victory as a physical one she reached her goal of feeling her lips on
his pubic hair, she pulled off and issued a very loud victory cheer.

She looked at Jerry and he grinned, "I know you're proud of yourself,
but... uh, there is a little more to this than, uh..."

Jenny leaned up and kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue deep in his
mouth. When she pulled back she said, "I didn't think I'd ever be able
to do this. I really wanted to learn for you. It makes it hard to
breathe too; I, uh, don't want you to, uh, finish in my mouth, okay?
Let me save that step for a different time, okay? When I have some
experience?"

Jerry look disappointed for a second, then his whole face lit up like a
kid on Christmas morning. It was clear to Jenny that he fully understood
that this hadn't been an act or a reconstruction, that she'd never done
this before. With a wink he said, "I'll give you all the warning I can,
but I don't want to have it get cold at just the wrong moment? Can you
think of someplace else warm and moist to put it when the time comes?"
He chuckled at the unintended pun."

Jenny returned to the task at hand, and it took several attempts before
she was able to repeat the deep throat. When she'd mastered it, she did
use some of the things she'd learned at the trailer and it wasn't long
before Jerry gave his warning. Jenny straddled him and took him all the
way inside her. Two or three 'posts' like a rider on horseback and she
felt the twitch that she'd sought.

She hadn't cum, but as she leaned forward into her husbands arms, she
didn't care. She had her husband back and all was well with the world.



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Chapter 13: Three Months Later


Jenny had been nervous all day. She knew what was going to happen and
their lovemaking this morning had been desperate and unsatisfying.
Overall, their sex life was still rocky. They'd had to repeat the
ceremonial washing over a half dozen times, but to their surprise, each
time seemed more significant than the last. Just when she thought they'd
gotten over the roughest parts, Jerry went back to work for the mob. She
and Jerry had discussed at length the decision for him to return, but
understanding did nothing to lessen her fear. He'd had cut a deal with
the DEA to be a insider in return for a new life. The mob wanted him as
an auditor and advisor on cash flow management. It was a perfect job to
learn vital secrets. The salary was fabulous, but Jenny understood the
danger and she'd needed sleeping pills every time his job took him out
of town. Five minutes ago, she had been summoned to the principal's
office, "immediately!" Things had been building and this morning had
seemed ominous. She was sure she'd been followed to school today, but
she wasn't sure who it was.

When she reached her principal's office, two large men in dark suits
were waiting for her. That was bad enough, but both were carrying those
awful little machine guns that looked like oversized toys on TV but
lethal in person. "Is Jerry okay?" Jenny was so scared she was afraid
she was losing control of her bladder.

The taller man, who was still wearing dark glasses, said in a very deep
voice, "We have him in custody, and we're here to pick you up. His cover
was blown this morning, but he managed to get what we needed. Shots were
fired, but he wasn't hit. We intercepted a message that someone is
coming for you. That's why we're here with guns drawn. We have a
special van we're going to pull into the gym to load you. You'll be
fine."

Jenny's principal was looking very pale when she said, "Jenny, we had
no idea your husband was an undercover agent all these last three
years. I can't imagine how hard that was for both of you when he was in
that awful prison. I want you to know that all the teachers and students
will be made aware of this and the reasons you're leaving school. I
promise that if anyone ever asks anything about you I'll call the US
Marshal's office. I'm so proud of you and Jerry. I want to apologize
for what I'd been thinking."

Jenny gave her a quick hug but didn't say anything. Getting into the
conversion van went without a hitch and as they left the school Jenny
asked, "Why did you tell her that Jerry was an undercover agent the
whole time?"

The driver answered, "People are a lot less likely to slip if they
think they're protecting a federal agent than if they're protecting a
druggy accountant. Jerry is golden for us. A real volunteer and he put
his life on the line. Yyou, too. The least we can do is to try to
repair his reputation a bit. Besides, all we've had to do was take care
of setting up a new CPA license for him, and his new identity. He's
going to be a bargain for Uncle Sam. His testimony is going to carry
more weight, too, since he can say what he isn't testifying as part of
any plea bargain."

The other agent spoke for the first time, "We've got all we need at the
trailer too. Those scumbags are going to do some hard time. At least
most of them. It's going to be hard to convict the doctor, but I think
he'll pay something for his part. We don't have to involve you in that
at all. Several of the women are eager to testify."

Two months later Jerry and Jenny were cuddling after great sex in their
new home in a new city. Jenny still had him inside her and leaned up to
kiss him. "Well, Mr. John Martin, now that you've probably gotten Mrs.
Joey Martin pregnant, do you think she's as good in bed as that old
whore Jenny?"

'John' gripped her fiercely, "Don't ever say that about her! She was a
very brave woman. I love you, Joey."


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