Dick and Jane
By Pylades

Chapter 1

Dick and Jane's marriage had been going on a number of years in this direction.  Ever since Dick's promotion and their brand new purchase of a house in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town, life had become somewhat dull.  The neighbors weren't extremely kind to Jane and since they didn't run in the same circles, her only two friends became the only two women in her same situation.  Frances and Clair both were from the working rich, in their early 30's and little to do with the other usually older wive's social life.  Clair and Frances each had children so their days were taken up for major periods of the day.  Jane was becoming bored and needed a release, from what she didn't know.  Her sex life with Dick was decent enough, but Jane had begun to feel a craving, a craving she hadn't felt in a very long time.
After dinner, she found Dick reading the paper with the TV blaring and wished she could express in words what she wanted to say. Dick looked up from the paper.
"What is it, honey?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you have that puppy dog look you get whenever you have a problem you can't figure out," he gestured for her to sit, "Tell daddy what its all about."  She loved it when he was like this, wrapping his arms around her making her feel secure.
"It's just that I'm bored out of my mind."  She looked up into his brown eyes.  "I don't really know what to do around here."
"Well what do Claire and what's her name "Frances" do all day?"
"They have kids to watch.  We don't have any kids."  She brought her face up to his armpits, a little sniff.  "I can't start getting bored, not around here, not after the last time. Maybe you could be a dear and take up where we left off, you know, before...
"For god's sake," Dick moved away, "Not again.  It's been three years now, I had thought you had out grown some of that."  She moved closer.
"You know you loved it, even more than I..."
"Nobody loved it more than you," she moved her lips closer to his earlobe,  "that's what happened, what's happened each time, you don't know where to stop, so we can't even begin"
I promise I'll be good," she purred, "I'll be especially good, especially to you."

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Three weeks later and she was fulfilled, Dick had taken care of her needs.  It wasn't that she was some trailer trash; she was from good middle class stock, but every once in a while she had this unimaginative urge to become a complete and total slut.  Sometimes the urge became overpowering and in her past she had stooped to levels of indecency that even made her blush as she recalled the exquisite feelings they brought her when she masturbated late at night.  What Kevin hadn't understood was that it did not suddenly appear once every three years, but lay dormant inches from the surface, waiting for any little catalyst to set it off.
Tonight a catalyst was about to erupt, for tonight Kevin had decided to put a stop to all this, at least put her in a position of such embarrassment that she would never even think of doing such a thing again.  He spoke to Frances, who seemed the most open minded of the lot and also the closer of the two to the elite set living in the neighborhood.  He convinced her that it was a sort of joke that he wanted the two to come over while he play-acted a little scene with Jane.  She snorted in disgust and told him to keep his dirty mind to himself.  He asked to please not tell Jane since it was a surprise and she suggested,  "We don't have to be there at all." Her voice was harsh.  "All you have to do is put a blindfold on her and tell her that people are there.  After all it's only a little scene."
She looked at Kevin with disapproval, and then smiled.  "In fact, I'll help with a few of the details, since" she looked at him with sympathy,  "you're such an empty headed little slut."  Kevin turned to her "what?" "I asked if you had handcuffs?"
"Oh, no I have a little twine in the car, that should do it," he didn't want to tell her that over the years his wife had returned with hundreds of dollars on 'toys' in the past six years.  She said hush and walked around aimlessly for several minutes.  Kevin had never really noticed her legs before, and her ass, which wasn't all that bad.  He felt himself growing, damn her whenever she gets like this she turns me into it too.  This bulge did not go by unnoticed by Frances who smiled mischievously.  She deliberately bent at the waist to retrieve what she was looking for.
"Here they are," she held a pair of panties out to him.  "You can even use these to add an air of authentication to the event."  She pulled on the elastic, "I've been wearing them all day."  She looked at his bulge, then back at him, "These are for Jane, right?" her smirk grew, "I mean you aren't going to sniff the crotch of my panties as soon as you're out the door and then grab your fat cock and whack off into them, are you?"
Dick began blushing, "Of course not, what kind of pervert do you think I am."
"The kind that comes to a neighbor's house and asks for a pair of her panties," she threw them in his face and he caught just the vague scent of her aroma before they fell to the floor.  "I'm going to talk to Jane about this," she smiled as he bent to retrieve the panties, "just to make sure you really used them the way you say you are."

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That night Kevin decided to play out the scene.  After handcuffing and blindfolding Jane on her knees in the bed, he began telling her what would transpire, "In a few minutes several of our neighbors are coming over", he began stroking her lips through the leather panties, 'and they can see what a slut you really are.  After that anyone in the neighborhood can have you any time they want you. You will be the slut of the block, any cock any pussy that's thrust in your face you will service.  Is that what you want?"
She nodded her head yes.  Kevin began moving furniture and telling people to have a seat.  He was going to show them all what a slut she was.  He had made a tape earlier of miscellaneous crowd noise and with the remote he hit the button every so often. It was working he saw her ears perk up, then she shifted uneasily, then she groaned when she heard Frances voice over the hum.
And Kevin was good for his word.  Every disgusting thing he could think of he did to her.  He jammed his cock down her throat, face fucking her until he was ready to shoot, then pulled out and sprayed her with his come as he verbally abused her in front of the crowd.  When the spray hit her face there was a burp from the crowd and laughter and Jane decided she didn't want to play anymore.
She pleaded with Kevin but was only introduced to the aroma of a pussy in her face she went to lick it but it was pulled back and something else, an ass was there instead.  "She'll even lick out the smelliest sweatiest asshole as well." Kevin said as he shoved his butt in her face.  
Jane strained to hear the people, now she was petrified.  The butt was removed from her face and a moment later a dick was being shoved cruelly into her pussy. Then she heard Barbara from down the street "Here let me help you with that".  And a dildo was plunged into her rear.  Jane lubricated quickly, the whole time Kevin seemed to be moving around the room as he verbalized everything.  "Way to go Tim that's showing her. Thank you Babs, would another lady like a turn at her ass."
The humiliation Jane was suffering was the worst of her life, but when Kevin asked for a volunteer for the whipping, she felt a small heart attack brewing.
She felt the cane across her cheeks, differently than the way Kevin used it and was positive others were there. She was weeping pitifully now, her life over, any dignity she possessed gone.  Then she heard something that began the eruption in the pit of her stomach, "Would someone quiet that bitch down?" it was Frances again, exactly a thing she would say.  And when Kevin said feel free to quiet her yourself, pungent panties were stuffed into her mouth.  At that point Jane doubled over and shot pussy juice across the room. It gushed out of her time and time again as she ejaculated.  Then she passed out into a timeless sleep.


Jane slept long into the day.  When she awoke Kevin was outside mowing the lawn.  She made coffee and sat at the table thinking about last night.  It had been the most unforgettable of her life.  To think that the entire neighborhood of the stuck up golf set had seen her like that sent a shiver of revulsion through her.  She did not know whether to leave for good or stay to her fate, but she knew she had to do something.
When Kevin came back in, he has a sheepish grin on his face.  He went to her and held her, now seeing the depths of her depravity.  He believed that she needed help.  At dinner he broached the subject.
"I've been thinking about last night" he looked into her eyes, they were full of fear, "and I think you need help."
"Help, from what," she broke down crying, "to think all those people...I need to get away, we need to leave this place."
"It wasn't what you think," he couldn't eat, "I was just playing a role game with you. There really was no one there but me."
"Then how do you explain the voices," she sniffled, "I heard Barbara and Frances distinctly. And how do you explain these." She held up the panties.
"I stole them from Frances," he lied. "The other things were recordings that I made.  I just wanted all of this to stop.  I thought if I overdid it you would come back to your senses."
"And have I?" she seemed relieved.  "Or will this just send me further."
"What do you think?"
"I think I never want to go through what I went through last night, ever ever again." But she spasmed as she said it and it echoed down there.
"Do you think we could get back to where we were before this," he didn't sound convinced, "or there are places that could help you with your problem."
"I don't think I have that problem anymore." She took his hand in hers. "Do you swear to me that no one else was there last night?"
"I swear."


While Kevin was at work Jane went over her feelings in depth.  She had not only succumbed to the depravity she had become it.  The thought of Frances jamming those used panties in her mouth had sent her to a place she had never been.  She must be strong for Kevin, to show him that she could be the normal wife that he sought.  She must exercise these demons, perhaps she could get along with Kevin helping her out every three months or so.  She would have to ask him. She took her coffee upstairs and went to the hamper extracting the panties once again.  She smelled the pungent aroma almost gone now.  She jammed them to her face, feeling the naughty feelings welling inside.  She stuck her tongue out and tasted, but she had sucked them dry the other night.  The phone rang.
"Hello"
"Hello, Jane this is Frances," Jane shivered. Her voice emitted sensuality, smoky yet smooth. "I was wondering if you would like to come over for coffee."
"Uh, well maybe not this morning," Jane's voice quavered. "I have some errands to run and some..."
"Tut, tut Jane it's only coffee.  It's not like it will take all day. And I'd love to hear about your weekend." Frances heard an audible gasp over the line and her voice turned deadly lower. "Don't you have something for me, to return I mean?  Let's say ten." And the phone went dead.
Oh no, she knows.  Jane wrung her hands. She knows about the other night, but how. She knows about the panties. How could she unless...unless she was there. Maybe she saw Kevin take them, maybe she knew they were for me, but how unless she had shoved them...no Kevin wouldn't lie. Not about that. She watched the clock's agonizing minute hand revolve, then walked next door to France's like it was her last mile.
When Jane arrived Frances was bustling around.  "Would you be a dear, and get things started.  Coffee on the right, the cups are already out."  Jane poured the cups and carried them on a tray over to where Frances was talking on the phone.
"It will be a real boon for the club," she smiled and waved Jane to take a seat.  "She's like a little lamb ripe for slaughter. I'm sure I'm not wrong, I'm never wrong about such things, am I? Tata."
Frances presented a catlike smile.  "Sorry we haven't gotten a chance to get together, just you and I.  The men are always around or it's a gathering not the right atmosphere to discuss delicate matters."  She looked at Jane from the rim of the coffee cup.
"Let me begin by saying that I am neither a prude nor an alarmist." She sipped further. "But the scream I heard the other night from your house was truly arousing.  I thought of calling the police."  Her lids lowered. "Is there something that you'd like to tell me?"
"The other night," Jane blushed. "Oh, the other night Kevin and I were just being a little wild that's all."
"Please, tell me about it," she smirked, "my husband hasn't gotten a scream out of me like that in ten years. It ruins his golf game."
"I don't know it's rather private," Jane thought of that night the depravity the fantasy, the panties in her pocket. "I'm not sure that I could."
"Of course, my dear," she began playing with a spoon. "Perhaps we aren't good enough friends to be intimate, but I hope that in time we will be the most intimate of friends."
"And now for that something I asked you about." She reached out her hand and Jane paused as she reached in her pocket, how intimate could one get. She couldn't bring herself to do it. She would leave them somewhere in the house, in the hamper.
"Could I use your restroom?" Jane got up to go but hesitated as the woman across from her eyed her. "Please."
"Of course, my dear." She watched as Jane walked to the bathroom. "Such a fine ass."
When Jane returned she noticed that Frances had moved into the library. "Oh Jane, would you be a dear and help me with something." She brought out a stepladder. "I need to get some things down from that high shelf. You wouldn't mind giving me some help would you."
"Sure." Jane went over to help.
"I'm afraid it's a bet rickety," Frances smiled, "it could be a bit tricky so you'll have to hold it here and here." Frances ascended the steps and Jane saw that Frances was wearing merely a morning jacket and panties.  From her proximity, she practically had to lay her head right between Frances legs.  When she looked up she caught the scent of perfume and the pungent aroma of something she was quite familiar with.  Those thoughts began permeating Jane as she audibly sniffed the fragrance.  Holding back from plunging her face in the rear in front of her.
"Sorry about my ass being in your face dear," She looked back with a smirk. "But its this damn ladder is so rickety." At that moment, Frances lost her footing and came down pussy first on Jane's face. Jane began to lose her balance, her nose jutted in the expanse of satin, while Frances got her footing.
"I'm so sorry honey," Frances grabbed Jane's shoulders and came down the final step. Jane felt a trickle of arousal seep into her shorts. "Let's get back and finish our coffee."
Back at the table, Frances eyed her, causing Jane to lower her eyes. "Now, about that little something you have for me.  Am I to guess that it's in the hamper waiting for me to discover it." She finished the cup. "Why don't you be a dear and go get them for me now." Jane was aghast, she began to mutter something then stopped. "I'm sorry for the little theatrics, but I had to know if it was Kevin or you that had such a fascination with my underwear. Now don't sit there sputtering, I heard you sniffing around back there like a bitch in heat, now go fetch them out of the hamper." Beaten, Jane walked back in the bathroom and retrieved the panties.
"Bring them here and spread them in front of me," Jane held them up spread in front of France's face. "Hardly even an aroma and not detergent. You did a very good job little girl, I wore those all day out in the garden."  Jane continued to hold them in her hand, the embarrassment washing over her like a flood. "But what's this a wet spot on the crotch, were you being naughty with these, maybe even when I had you on the phone." She tore the panties out of Jane's grasp. "Answer me you nasty bitch."
"Yes." It was hardly a whisper.
"And didn't little Janey feel strange sitting at the grown up table drinking coffee when she knew she should be on her knees around her betters."
"Yes." It was hardly a whisper.
"Why don't you get on your knees now." Jane complied. Frances stroked her hair. "Now isn't that better, to succumb to what you really are." Frances continued stroking. "Tell me something pet is your pussy all wet from what we're doing."
"Yes." A tear trickled down her cheek.
"Well it is making my pussy all wet doing this to you." She produced a pair of panties, the ones she had been wearing. "Do you want these fresh ones ripe off the vine." She laughed and placed them over Jane's head centering the crotch right under her nose. "Take a big whiff, panty girl, because later I'm going to mark you as my bitch. But for now, I want you to tell me everything.
Jane began telling Frances about her life, about her marriage. She felt ridiculous telling her this with the woman's panties on her head, but it was turning her on with every breath she took.  She finally got to the part where Kevin told her it had to stop, that she needed to show him that she could do it, but Frances had other ideas. "So someone actually shoved a bat up your pussy," she licked her finger, "that's very impressive.  And you fucked an entire fraternity, you are sick.  What if I told you that we could have secret meetings that Kevin would never find out about.  Meetings where we could explore these urges that you so desperately have."
"I don't know," Jane had stopped crying, "I couldn't lie to Kevin."
"So he knows all about you," France's eyes flickered.
"Not everything."
"Then I don't see what choice you have. Don't start crying again. We can see to it that you get your cake and eat it too." Frances got up suddenly from the chair. "Stay right there."
She returned in moments from the garage. "Found it." She was dangling a collar and leash. "From our old dog, Queenie, get up on all fours, that's good. Now we'll play doggie.  You sniff out my cunt and I'll show you what I like.  For starters I want your tongue on my pussy, nose up my asshole."
She yanked Jane forward on the leash until she was in the desired position. Then yanked and jerked as she masturbated on the poor girl's face. "That's it both of them dig them in.  Oh your going to love this I've got a tremendous fart coming. Keep that nose up my ass! God I'm glad I'm not you." She yanked her over. "Now its time to be marked." With a yank Jane was turned on her back on the floor, France's thighs straddling her head. Frances began rocking her pussy against the girl's face using her nose as a little dildo as it traveled from asshole to clit. "Yeehaw. Isn't this fun."  Jane was clambering for breath, falling into that zone where there is no wrong, no limit.  Her knees splayed open, her pussy gaping. "Is that what you want you little bitch.  Spreading like a dog, is this what you want." Frances began whipping Jane's cunt with the leash. She felt Jane's renewed efforts on her own cunt and began slicing at the pussy lips before her. "I'm cuuummmming!!!"  Two more swats at the clit before her and she saw a gush of liquids shoot out of Jane's cunt and felt the vibration of the scream throughout her privates producing another lesser orgasm.
Frances finally rolled off of Jane's head and looked at the puddle.  "My god, girl you sure can cum. Look at that mess." She grabbed the girl's leash and dragged her over to it. "Lick that all up you sick bitch."
Jane got on all fours and proceeded to lick up her discharge. Dragging her tongue across the marble floor, Jane felt contentment and peace. She knew where she belonged and it didn't upset her, in fact, she felt giddy. Even the fingers invading her pussy didn't matter. 
"Here's a souvenir of our time together, keep them in all day then clean them up tonight with that tongue of yours," Frances said as she shoved the panties up the girl's cunt.  "When your finished get dressed and get out. Be back at 1:00 tomorrow, I'm thinking of throwing a tea party for the neighborhood girl's."
Jane on all fours, licking pussy juice off the floor with a pair of panties up her cunt felt a tremor run through her, which she couldn't determine as either an orgasm or something much worse.

