Introductions

I like thinking of Janet in sensual ways.  I like seeing her in sexy clothes.  I like watching her flirt on the phone or at the store.  I like watching her brush her hair, put on her make-up, primp as she gets ready for a date.  I like the look and feel or her soft, smooth, sexy pussy.  I like the shape, contour, sight, and feel of her tits.  I like the distinct color of her areolas and the firmness of her nipples as they rise prominently from her breasts.  I like thinking of her naked, filled with passion, wanting, seeking her pleasures.  I like knowing a hard cock slips between the folds of her warm, moist labia penetrating deep into her body.  I like knowing that she enjoys, savors, and grinds upon its penetration with passion; receiving, no, relishing the sensations within her being.  Janet thrives on the adrenaline of sex.  I like thinking, seeing her in my mind as she cums, pressing the cock deeper into her body, milking its cum deep in her sex, sucking it to her very center.  I like watching her tits sway gently with the rocking passions of her fucking.  I like knowing Janet fucks.  I like thinking about her fucking.  I savor the pleasure she finds in fucking.  I like her just the way she is.  She is my wife. 

Janet is, 29, five-four and half, petite of build though not a ‘hard body’, nor is she pudgy.  She is pretty but not the model type.  She is warm, friendly, cheerful and fun to be around.  She takes very good care of me and our home.  In every way Janet is the girl next door.  She is my girl, the love of my life, and my wife.

Chapter One

It Begins

AWhy do you want me to be ‘with’ someone else?  I=m married to you.  I am happy being ‘with’ you... just you.  I don=t need to be with anyone else.  I really do not want to put myself in the situation and complications of an affair.@  Janet said flatly.

She had a point to be sure.  We had been married for nine years.  Just five months ago we bought our first home.  We own a newer model used car as well as a very used second car.  We had one little girl, cute, the love of our lives, a capricious two just last month.   So, why indeed did I want her to be with someone else? 

The answer is very simple and yet not so simple… I just don=t know.  A few months ago a friend of mine at work had answered a dating advertisement.  It turned out to be an ad placed by a husband wanting to do a three-way.  The idea of this man sharing his wife with Jim found some odd curiosity in my imagination.   I began thinking of Janet naked with someone else almost immediately.  At first jealousy dimmed my intrigue, but the more often I imagined someone sucking her tits as they gently swayed about my intrigue grew brighter.  At first, I had a dream where I could see her fucking some un-named person with no face, and then it became Jim she was fucking... I always wake up excited, turned on, with a huge knot in my stomach, so why not?  As long as she knew where home was, and I knew what she was doing, why couldn’t she get laid once in a while; especially if I approved.  What would be wrong IF both of us enjoyed her promiscuity?  Then she wasn=t lying, cheating, stepping out, betraying anyone... she was just enjoying a good fuck, for the pleasure of fucking.  There was no ‘affair’ nor the complications of an affair involved.  In some strange twist of logic it made sense to me… and appealed to my inner demon.

ATo be honest, I have no idea... I find it exciting somehow.  And who knows, you might enjoy it.  I might find myself too jealous and insecure to abide the reality of you being with someone else and hate everything about it… or I might just enjoy it... never know till we try.@

AAnd what happens if I don=t like it?@

AThen stop... just try it twice.@                                        

ATwice?  Why twice?@

ABecause once can be a fluke in time, good or bad.  You might not be in the mood... He might be distracted or be, well, not adequate, or whatever.  But flukes usually don=t occur twice in succession.@ 

AAnd what happens if I like it?  Have you thought of that?@

AOf course, I have.  I hope you do or why would I have asked you about it.@

ANo.  I mean really like it.  ‘That’ scares me even if it doesn’t bother you, and what if you don=t like it as much as you think, and I find someone I really enjoy sleeping with?  Do you expect me to stop just because it bothers you… when it was you that got me started in the first place?@

AWell, I thought you would stop if I didn’t like it... or if it gets to be too much for me to handle.@ I said, embarrassed by my selfishness as Janet pointed out as though it were too obvious to be ignored.

ALet me think about it.  Frankly, it makes me mad that you don=t appreciate my fidelity.  How can you even consider my screwing around?  If my fidelity doesn’t have any more value to you than this then why should I=d give a damn what you want, one way or another… a tit-for-tat kind of a thing.  I can assure you that your fidelity matters that much to me.  YOU get no one but me and that better be enough.  Why you find seconds as desirable as my loving and faithful devotion just pisses me off... I=ll think about it.@  Janet was obviously angry stomped away.  The ‘discussion’ was over… I slept on the couch for the rest of the week.

Weeks passed before I had the courage to ask her again.

ASo did you think about what we talked about?@  I asked completely intimidated.

AYes.  Are you sure you want to dredge this up?@  She asked flatly.  AA wise man would let it alone.@

ANo, not sure at all... but I need to resolve it one way or the other.@  It took all the courage I could muster to >dredge it up=.

AOkay.  Here=s the deal and it’s take it or leave it with no negotiations.  Your desires will have the same weighted value as my fidelity.  If you ask me to sleep with someone else, I will.  I will choose who, when, where, and how often.  Whether you >like it or not= will carry no more weight with me than my discarded fidelity appears to carry with you.  If I enjoy it... you are stuck with the life style until I wish to change it.  If I don=t like it or if I want to quit I will, you will get no say in it.  I will not grant you a divorce for any of my infidelities.  Your fidelity will remain in tact.  Step out and I will divorce your ass, AND you will help with whatever part of my new life style I ask, without question.  Those are my terms... period... no negotiations.  So, choose... now... for the last time.  What is my fidelity worth to you?@

ACan I think about it awhile?@

ANo.  You chose to go here.  Now, choose.... my fidelity or your fantasies.  I don’t want to discuss this over and over, so make a choice.@

ACan we at least talk about things@, I stammered?  She had really put me on the spot.  Her fidelity did mean something to me... a lot in fact.  I knew that she had to have men ‘sniffing’ about, flirting and making suggestions.  She wasn’t dead, just married, so she had to have desires from time to time, other men had to catch her eye now and again.  Yet she managed them and kept us, our family first in her life.  She was warm and loving towards me and I’m sure that is not always the easiest thing to do.  Janet made me feel wanted and that always made me feel like the effort was worth taking.  I did not take these things lightly, though I appear to have taken it for granted.  Marriage meant fidelity for both of us.  It always had.  I had no ambitions to get a little ‘strange’ on the side by tricking her into fucking anyone.         

Janet was a virgin when we married. I respected that and felt honored that she had saved herself for me.  We had a good marriage.  Sex was good.   We made wonderful tender beautiful love together several times a week, so sex was not lacking, good sex. 

I found the idea of someone fucking her outrageously sensual.  I fantasized about her wailing in desperate passion begging for more as she shook in the throws of orgasm.  I wanted someone to suck her tits just because it felt good and she wanted him to suck them and not because she loved him, or was ‘sharing’ herself... it just felt good to have someone, an impulsive attraction with someone, sucking them.  I wanted to see her sitting on a hard cock just because it was there and she wanted it inside her.  I wanted her to cum because she craved the passions exploding and raging within her being.  I wanted her to fuck just because she liked it and not for love or because she was obliged by marital bliss.

I never considered it a lack of value or respect for her fidelity, but rather the excitement, passion, and fun of it.  I cherished her fidelity and gave my fidelity to her willingly... and found pleasure and joy in both.

AWhat=s there to talk about?@  She asked flatly.

AWell, I adore you and cherish your fidelity.  This is, well, a fantasy desire.  Don=t you have fantasies that you=ve never explored or shared, even with me?@

Janet paused pensively.  ASure... but I control them.  I don=t dwell on them, give them much time, or consider them of much importance.@

AAnd.... What are some?@  I asked pleading for time as well as discussion.

AWhen I was a little girl I used to pretend I was captured by pirates.@

AAnd... That was it?@

ANo.  As I got older I imagined they would violate me... and then later, as I got older, I imagined they sold me into white slavery where I was used as a whore.  It was ‘little’ girl stuff anyway.  I grew up and put such things aside.@

AWhat did you like most being violated, or being sold, or being used?@

Janet sat thinking... then smiling... all three I guess.  I used to lie in the tub while the hot water from the shower pounded my clit fantasizing about being used by some reasonably handsome guy I didn’t know; first one then another, for how ever long it took to cum... I would cum and that was it.@  She smiled sheepishly.  ABut like I said... little girl stuff... I grew up, grew out of it.@

AWell, I fantasize about watching you get busy with someone else.  So it=s just not about a lack of respect or the value I place on your fidelity.  I just imagine you having some fun... getting busy with someone... filled with passion and lust, not out of love but just because you want it.@

ASo you still want me to fuck someone else?@  Standing at the sink Janet turned to face me as she spoke.

AYes.@  I said bluntly.

AAnd I suppose you want to watch that too?@  Janet quipped.

ANo... Yes... maybe... I don=t know.@  I stammered.

AOkay. I thought you=d choose that... so here=s the rules:

1. We will start the day after our next anniversary, that’s in two months... I will have my first date that next weekend.
1. We will do this for the year.  You will not have a choice to end this once we begin nor will I.  It will end on our anniversary one year from now.  And then you can vote for an extension or not.  I alone will decide whether I will continue, but you may express your opinion at that time.
1. At the first of each month we will role two dice.  My role will be subtracted from yours... you will get me only that many times each month... Yours will come as sloppy seconds unless either I choose otherwise or your role nets you more privilege than I have dates.

AIs there any room for negotiations?@  I asked knowing the answer before the first syllable left my tongue.

ANo.@  It was simple enough.  ATake it or leave it.@

AOur anniversary is two months from now... so what do we do till then.@  I asked curiously.  Obviously she had spent some time considering the out come of this conversation.

AShop and prepare.  I need a few new clothes... to attract men.  I have considered laser hair removal treatment for some time now.  If someone other than you is going to see me naked I want to be clean shaven and with a minimal effort... and I won=t consider the discomfort of stubble from shaving either for me or whomever I am with, nor will I endure the pain of waxing.@

I shrugged.  AOkay.  I suppose I accept your proposal.@  I felt a bit more whipped than excited at the moment.

The next two months virtually flew by.  We shopped, bought a few things, planned, and prepared.  Janet began the laser treatments that next week.  There was a lot to do.  I found it erotic and exciting.  Even Janet seemed to gain interest as we worked on things together. 

She started her laser treatments that next Saturday morning.  It would take several treatments to permanently remove her pubic hair.  The redness from the first treatment lasted a few days.  Then she would require touch ups periodically for the next year.  After the second treatment Janet was as smooth as the day she was born.  I loved the feel of her soft skin!

The three of us, Janet the baby and I, would have breakfast Saturday morning and then go shopping.  Often we discussed the general ideas of wardrobe as we lay in bed at night.  However, finding colors and textures was not as easy as talking about things.  We spent hours together shopping.  First for foundations; bras, panties, stockings, garters, hose, etc.  Shopping and buying are very different too.  Not everything we found fit the ideas we discussed, some of the ideas changed to meet what we found.  And not every shopping trip was rewarded with any purchase.

Life was pretty much normal through out the planning and preparations.  We were a family, together in what we were doing.  Janet and I got up got the baby fed and dressed, then to babysitters and off to work.  Then at home at night we watched the news, fixed and ate dinner, played with Mandy, did dishes and so on.  An hour or so before bed Janet sat at the computer as she almost always did. She had her facebook farm and friends and then emails… then she began to search dating sights.  There were so many!  But there was time and Janet was in no particular hurry.

Janet decided on and began using a dating sight several weeks into our preparations.  She did NOT share information.  Who, when, where and how were going to be her private decisions.  She had been blunt about HER sex being hers alone and she was going to fuck who she wanted with it!

“I found a Married Women’s dating web site.”  She said.  “Let’s sign up and see what happens.”  She keyed the site.  Women join for free… pictures… etc.  We took a series of pictures showing her smooth sex and round tits.

It was simple and to the point.  We posted it with several of our pictures.  Over the next few weeks many men responded.  Janet emailed them discussing her situation and exploring their desires.  She got to know several suitors reasonably well, or at least she had decided on several that were going to ‘get lucky’ by the time our anniversary came around.

The week before our anniversary we completed most of the wardrobe.  Janet’s laser treatments were complete too.  Her wardrobe prepared, attractive sometime provocative, and smart for her age... and her sex laser shaved smooth (now a permanent situation, with only minor touch-ups every six months to a year as needed) except for a tiny fine trail of fur barely two tiny fingers wide trailing from her native bush to the rosebud of her clit.  Janet didn’t want to appear as a prepubescent girl while playing the role of a woman.  For Janet the growing of pubic hair was a bit of a symbol of her becoming a woman.  Everything was ready for things to begin…

ATomorrow is our anniversary.  Here are the dice.  Role.@  I rolled a two and a five-two , net seven.  Janet picked up the dice rattled them in a plastic cup and turned the cup over.  She drew a deep breath.  AAre you ready for this to begin?@  She asked quietly.

AAre you?@  I asked with a touch of intimidation.

AI asked you a question.  This is your last and only chance to change your mind for the next year.  Say the word and I will pick up the dice without ever looking and that will be the end of this.  Are you ready for this to begin?@  She repeated herself.

I paused, drew a deep breath, placing my hand upon hers atop the cup, and lifted the cup above the dice.

A four and a two... six.  And so, it began... for the next year...

AYou net one... and only one for the next three weeks (till the first of the month).@

ADo you have a date?@  I asked almost praying she=d say no, but knowing that with the web site she most certainly did.

AYes.  I meet him at Red Fern=s for dinner Friday night at six-thirty...  You can have your way with me when I get home.@

AAnd what about the rest of the month, I mean date wise?@  I asked.

AYou=d be surprised the number of men that will respond to a woman requesting someone to discreetly fulfill her needs, at least I was when we posted the ad on the internet.  I=ll have no troubles getting laid as frequently as I want.  I have a date every week for the next month already arranged.@

Janet glared at me.  AI will get mine... you will get to hear about it, to feed your emptiness... and you will get nothing till after the next role of the dice... better luck next month.”

I bought her ten large red roses for our anniversary and took her to dinner.  To be truthful there seemed an air of anxiety in the air.  “A toast”, I offered holding a glass of champagne to Janet, “to the wondrous years gone by and the trepidations of those to come.”

“To a good time fucking,” Janet chided with a smirk.  Anniversary eve held a bit of sobriety this year.  We were on the eve of a major change in our marriage as well as celebrating our tenth year together. 

Five-thirty Friday evening things began... surreal at first... then very, very real.  Janet showered, brushed her hair out while wrapped in a large bath towel.  Then she slipped into lacey lavender panties, French cut.  The soft smooth contours of her vulva revealed themselves from beneath their snug fit.  Next she put on a pretty lavender bra with a bit of a push-up to enhance her gifts ever so slightly. All of her new bras fastened at the front to facilitate fumbling fingers as men with a hard on might struggle to undo the fasteners at her back.  Janet bent over at the waist, tucked, fluffed, and adjusted the bra and her breasts to a comfortable fit.  She fastened a white garter with lavender ribbon trim about her waist.  She sat at the dressing table slipping her feet into suntan hose.  Each she worked carefully, smoothly, stretching them upwards and around her thighs.  Then she fastened each into the suspenders of her garters.  Quietly Janet put on her make-up.  She never wore anything over stated, just a touch up hear and there... a bit of eye-liner.  After her make-up Janet put on a soft lavender blouse buttoned at the front and lastly she stepped into a simple cream colored >A= line skirt.  We had modified this a bit.  Janet had inserted a zipper from the waist to them hem at both the front and back.  The zipper in the front went from waist to hem with a large brass loop at the tab; the zipper in the back went from hem to waist with a small brass loop at the tab.  This would allow access from either side without completely removing her skirt.

She wore nothing particularly sexy, just practical.  Janet looked very nice.  I had watched her go thru the process thousands of times before we went out.  Janet slipped her wedding ring off... placed it gently into her jewelry chest.  She picked up a small ring with a center stone of onyx I had bought for her some years back.  This she placed on the opposite finger... the divorced ring finger.

AHow do I look?@  She turned about.

AVery nice, I saw you take off your ring.@  I felt threatened and hurt.

AOh, I=ll put it back on when I get home.  Here in our home I=m married to you, out of the house I=m available to any man I choose and I won=t stumble over jewelry.  If we are out anywhere and I find someone I am interested in I will get his number, invite him to call, or leave with him whatever the seems appropriate.  Here I am yours; but remember this, my pussy is not yours, not any more, not even here.  It is owned by ‘the chance of the dice and the men out there I choose to share it with.@

ASorry.  I just never thought about it before.@  

She gave me sweet kiss... just like any other day... and walked out the door.  In a few short seconds the engine started.  I watched as she backed out of the driveway, turned the car, and drove down the street.

Janet’s breath was heavy as she started the car.  She struggled to fight back the tears, tears of panic and despair.  This was not what she wanted, and yet here she was.  The engine started.  She turned in her seat looking down the drive before backing.  A tear escaped trickling down her cheek as she turned the steering wheel to accommodate the street in front of their house.

“No!”  She said aloud.  “I agreed to this too… so I’m going to make this work.”  She caught her breath with a bit of renewed determination.  “So be it!”  Janet said aloud.

She pulled into the drive of Red Fern’s and parked.  She twisted the mirror to review her make-up.  Okay.  She returned it to seeing out the back window.  She glanced at her watch.  Five minutes late.  Good… no so much for fashion, but Janet did not want to wait for Him… she dared not.  Her courage might fail the moment.  Closing the car door she strode into the restaurant and to the Hostess station. 

“I am meeting a colleague, Dennis Miller.  Has he arrived?”

“Yes.  Follow me please.”  The young lady walked before her.  Janet followed quietly.  And there was this Man, Dennis… a total stranger that was going to fuck her before this night was done.  Janet hesitated then sat down next to him then slid slowly across the bench.

“Hello,” was all she could muster thru the trepidations of the moment.

“I’m so glad to see you,” Dennis replied.  Conversations were a bit strained at first, but picked up with time.  He was so pleasant and courteous. With dinner Janet placed her large white cloth napkin over her lap lifting the table cloth over that.  After a few second she tugged the large brass loop at the hem of her skirt upwards to just above mid-thigh.  She placed Dennis’ hand at the hip of her skirt and waited.  Janet caught her breath as his fingers finally touched her flesh.  He hesitated.

“It’s okay.  I… I… I’ve just never been touched by anyone other than my husband.”  She whispered softly.  “It’s okay”, Janet pressed her hand upon his holding it in place, “and if you find the brass loop it will move too.”  Dennis traced small circles back and forth about her thigh as they talked.  Finally he touched the loop… slowly tugging it upward… finally the tip of his finger touched Janet’s sex.  She coughed a bit surprised at the electricity shooting thru her mind, then spreading her legs ever so slightly while pressing upon his hand gently to keep it still.  She smiled.  His fingers moved.  Janet looked him in the eye, but said nothing.  She did like what he was doing.  And to be here, in public… what a rush!

Dennis diddled her sex as they ate quietly.  Janet was too distracted to eat or say much… overwhelmed with desire, embarrassment, and passion as she glanced about.  No one noticed.  She chewed in silence.   When the bill was brought Janet tugged the brass loop toward the hem.  It stuck a bit before the bottom.  She gathered her napkin making do with whatever it was to be.

She stood next to Dennis as he paid the bill, then he accompanied her to the parking lot.  He held the room key to her as they stood next to her car.  She slipped it into her purse and opened the door.  She sat into the seat… zzzzziiiiipppp.  The unsecured loop of the zipper at the front of her skirt slipped upward.  Janet starred in horror as it slipped to the bottom of her sex and stopped.

“Leave it that way till I see you, please.”  Dennis smiled.

“What if it shows when I stand up?”  Janet asked still recovering a bit of shock.

“Then it does.  Please leave it until I see you at the hotel.”

“Okay.”  He closed the door and strode to his car… a slight bulge showing at the front of his pants.  Janet smiled. 

Then reality and panic flooded across her.  What the hell was she doing?  She had just met this man.  He had fondled her sex… in public… AND she liked it!  He was going to fuck her… and she was supposed to let him… AND she wanted it… but she had always said no, saving herself… Janet’s nipples were hard, her sex wet… Fear and anticipation racked her as she drove to the hotel.  YES, she was going to do this… and what she feared most was that she was going to enjoy doing it.  Janet could barely breathe as she drove along.  Her heart pounding wildly as she entered the drive at the hotel.  Her pussy flushed damp and hot as she turned the engine off.

“Get a grip, Girl.”  She chided as the car door closed behind her.  The cool night air brought her attention to the dampness of her crotch as it clung to her vulva.  She was sure some part of her panties showed beneath the zipper.  Her hand reached to lower it a bit… then paused.  Janet’s heart stopped cold as she looked about the parking lot.  No one was there.  She tugged it upwards another inch or so.  Now she knew her panties showed! Her heart nearly exploded as she walked towards the lobby.

There was an older woman and a young man inside.  Janet drew all her courage and opened the door.  She strode inside and toward the hallway.

“Well, I never!”  exclaimed the older woman glaring at Janet. 

“I never either, but what a rush tonight.”  Janet quipped with a smile.  The man turned about with a grin not wanting to be seen staring.  Janet strode along fighting back the panic of modesty and propriety sweeping over her.  Within a few minutes she stood in front of the hotel room door.  She drew all her courage slipping the key into the slot.  Red to green… she pressed the handle down stepping inside.

It was just passed eleven when Janet opened the door.  I was waiting, watching TV on the couch. 

ADid you...@  I faded into silence.  The knot in my stomach ached.  I hoped against knowing that she had not had sex… only dinner… and yet I had somehow felt her fucking him.  I knew.

AOf course, how is Mandy?  Did she give you any trouble?  Is she in bed?”  She asked in rapid fire. 

“I put her to bed on time.  She’s fine.  Check in on her.”  I said a little annoyed at her implication of my incompetence.  Janet stopped at Mandy’s room.  She sat on the edge of the bed stroking her hair.  Mandy is our two year old daughter. 

“Mommy’s a nasty girl.”  Janet whispered to the darkness of the room.  Then she giggled.  “But what fun… Love you little one.”  She kissed her brow and left.

“Come to bed and I=ll tell you all about it.@  Janet said as she walked down the hall.  I followed.  Being basically ready for bed, I slipped between the covers and waited.

ADinner was nice.  I had a salad.  I was really nervous and didn’t need indigestion. As you know, I=ve never done anything like this before... I mean before we were married I never gave it up to anyone, before or after dinner.   We visited... talked about his kids... work... you know small talk stuff.  I had a couple of glasses of wine to help me relax.  Things went well enough... a bit strained as I expected, you know the unfamiliarity of it all, ginger-footing about and stuff.@

She slipped her blouse off placing it on a hanger, then her skirt.  Janet walked to her jewelry chest placing her earrings in a draw.  Next she slipped her ring back onto her finger and the other into the top of the drawer.  Janet took her garter and hose from her purse… she was not wearing them now.

AI sat next to him in a booth.  I placed my napkin over my lap as usual.  He slipped his hand underneath.  I tugged at the loop on the hem of my skirt with my finger.  You know it slipped upwards more easily than I expected.  I felt his touch on my leg.  I caught my breath a bit caught by the rush of the moment.  I let him stroke my leg till after we ordered... then, because I was nervous, I whispered that if he found the loop he could pull it upward a bit further.  You know he did!  I had to catch his hand thru the napkin to keep it from going too far... I choked out loud when his fingers hit my sex.  Then, I laughed and coughed.  He paused in a touch of panic but I told him he was okay it had just given me a start.  What a rush!  There I was with a total stranger, in public having my sex diddled, not even you have ever done that!  Outrageous.  He stroked my sex though most of dinner.  I got so wet… and horny.  After dinner I slipped the zipper down most of the way... it jammed a bit toward the hem.@

AAs the waitress handed him the check he handed me the key to a room at La Quinta.  I slipped it into my purse.  I=ll tell ya, my heart jumped and skipped several beats when he handed me that key.  I felt embarrassed as I dropped it into my purse.  I mean I’m married…so to speak.  And I never even thought of such a thing before we got married… and then, not until brought this up a few months ago.  I mean who saw me?  Who knew what I was up to?  Then I remembered, you knew, so what was I hiding and who was I hiding from anyway?  We stood up, he paid the tab and we walked to the car.  He opened my door and gave me a sweet little kiss.@

Janet slipped her bra into the clothes hamper.  Gently swaying as she slipped into her night-gown.  She walked over to the bed and slipped between the covers... I turned the light off.

AIt never crossed my mind to not follow him to the hotel.  After all, I was there to have sex with him.  I walked down the hall stopping at his room.  I lifted the key from my purse, slipped it into the slot... the light turned green... I pushed the door open... and stepped inside.  My heart pounded wildly as the door clicked shut behind me.  I thought he might hear it beating.  We kissed... long, passionately, wonderfully.  He licked my lips lightly before running his fingers over my breasts.  I watched as he unbuttoned each button.... My pussy burned hotter with each button.  I was wet by the time he tossed my blouse onto the dresser.  My nipples ached to be touched.  I unzipped my skirt and let it fall where I stood.  He took his pants off and lay on the bed.  I sat down to get my hose off.  Then I stood in front of him in nothing but my bra and panties.  He flicked the clasp and I slipped my bra to the ground.@

AWe kissed... he touched me... all of me... everywhere.  Then he slipped my panties off… he tossed them across the room saying he was going to keep them as a trophy memento of our first time together .”  Janet giggled.  I had noticed, in fact, that she had not been wearing panties as she got ready for bed.  “The lights were on when I took his dick in my hand.  It was so wonderfully hard... I guided it to my soft wet slit... it slipped inside so easily.  I was kind of surprised how easily it all was... yesterday so faithful to you and tonight I was slipping someone else=s cock inside me... I was hot... I wanted him bad.  He felt good.  He rode me softly the first time.  His cum was warm inside me.  It felt good.  I felt no sense of guilt.  I was there, passionately there… with him.  You left my mind the moment I stepped thru the hotel room door.  We kissed and he caressed my breasts.  It felt really good to have him touching me.  The next time I sat atop him.

Janet closed her eyes reliving the moment.  “I knelt astride his legs, took his hard dick in my hand and guided it to my sex.  It felt really good as I sat down pressing him deep inside me.  I spread my legs as wide as possible until I could feel him pressing upon the inside of my sex.  Then I leaned forward so he could suck my nipples.  I worked him slowly against my clit enjoying every sensation.  He came hot inside me.  I came a few strokes later.   He was a great ride... we fucked once more... that=s why I=m a bit late getting home.”

“I had gotten up to use the bathroom when I came back he bent me over the bed and took me from behind.  It was a bit different but I liked the feel of his pounding upon my bottom.  I=m afraid I really liked being with him.”

AI’m full of his cum.  Now fuck me.@  I slipped inside her wet, well worked pussy.

AThat=s his cum lubricating my pussy for you... I did my best to save sloppy seconds for you my love.  Now fuck me good... oh, yes... yes...@  I came too soon.

AToo bad for you... Because that=s all you get till the first of next month.  I=ve got another date next Friday and Saturday.@  She turned over giving me a soft good night kiss and went to sleep.

I felt empty.  Hearing about her sexual exploit had been all the fun I had hoped!  Being without her was gut wrenching.  Lying next to her now listening to her soft sleepy sounds left me empty craving something more.

Talking in bed the next day Janet mused about events.  “It was odd really.  Nothing changed.  Last night there was no one to yell at me or talk about my wickedness.  I came home and you were here the same as always.  The house was the same.  I was the same person.  I felt slutty, nasty, and like I had cheated.  I felt like I ashamed like I had betrayed you.  Yet there you were.  You knew and approved.  There were no lies to be told or actions to cover up.  You were excited wanting to know the details. That sense of foreboding and betrayal vanished.  Oddly enough I felt excited by everything… and kind of fulfilled.

“I get up this morning.  You and the kids were still here the same as always.  I look the same in the mirror as I do every morning.   Breakfast, getting ready, going to work was all the same.

Monday night:  “At work everyone was the same.  No one asks how it was or told me what a naughty girl I was.  The phones rang, the fax worked, the boss came and went all the same.  It was like nothing unusual happened. 

“And yet it had.  I have slept with someone other than my husband.” Janet giggled.  “Well, we didn’t sleep mind you…  My fidelity is gone, and I intend to do it again this weekend.  I am different, but somehow not changed… and nothing around me seems to have taken notice or care, odd really.  Things are different… but not!”

“What you do is different.  You are still my wife, the Mother of our family and I love you… and will after next weekend too.”  I said trying to reassure her but not really understanding the awe or dismay she felt.  In some way Janet had felt infidelity would be earth moving, life shattering, and no one even noticed. 

We faded off to sleep…

Each day was full of normal things… work, family, TV and sleep… paying bills, dishes, and laundry.  It was simply living each day…

Janet went out as she promised.  I watched her get dressed, nothing special really, not sexy, just nice.  She left and returned about ten.  I watched TV and play with our daughter.  She was young, capricious, charming and fun.  We had a good time while Mommy was out.

AWe met at Sweet Tomato=s.  Dinner was nice.  He=s not as aggressive as Daniel, a bit of a bore to be honest.  Don=t think I’ll see him again.@   Janet hung up her dress, navy blue.  She slipped her white bra and panties into the hamper. 

AHe was bigger... you know... thicker than Daniel... but... well... not as good a craftsman if you know what I mean.@  She slipped into a full length night gown with a beautifully appliqué at her chest, open a bit in the front showing a touch of cleavage. 

AI followed him to the Motel 6... And had to wait while he got a room... silly man thought he could do me here.  Frankly, I=m not ready to bring someone here... Eventually, maybe, I mean what will it change here really... might save me the details too... you could stay on the couch in the living room... anyway...@  She lifted the covers slipping between the sheets.  I turned the light off.

AHe was a bit of a clunker... fumbled with my bra.... didn’t know his way around the plumbing... But he was big... really big to everything I’ve seen and long.  God, I felt so filled inside. I could feel the end of him pressing on my insides.  I loved having his cock buried inside.  I could feel his cum pulsing hot against my tummy.@  She took my hand placing it upon her smooth mound.  AFeel the crustiness of his jism on my pussy... it still seeps from deep inside.@  Janet turned over snuggled in... ATo bad you don=t get to play tonight... might feel really good.  I really miss you… I really hope you role better next month, Love.@ 

“Well, that’s twice like we agreed.  What’s the verdict?”  I almost whispered in the darkness.

“I like the attention… still not sure about the sex yet… I mean with strangers and all… I have another date tomorrow… a traveling salesman passing through every few weeks.  Does that answer your question for now?”  Janet turned away.  Quietly she went to sleep.

It was the first of the month.  I threw doubles... two threes. 

AYou gonna role again?@  Janet asked with a smile.

It did not take another offer for me grab the dice for a second throw.  I threw a four and a five...

AThat makes fifteen.@  Janet shook the dice in her cup, turned it over on the table... lifting the cup.

A four and a one... five... fifteen less five... I smiled widely.

AGood for you...good for both of us... because I like sex with you.  It’s been a long month for me too.@  Janet giggled.

ASo do I get some tonight?@

ASure thing Love.... I wouldn’t miss it.@  She gave me a big hug and kiss.

The first month had been long, emotionally difficult, and not as much fun as I had imagined.  I expected the knot in my stomach at having Janet out with others.  I had not expected to experience some odd sense of feeling her fucking, rocking back and forth, the pleasures and passions.  Being able to listen to her retell the experience had made me very horny and being able to enjoy her sex after that first time was great, but the doing without the rest of the month just made the jealousy I felt grow stronger.  I dared not complain... after all I had asked for this.  She seemed to be enjoying the attention, and sex... a lot more than I expected... and that bothered me too, a touch of jealousy I suppose.

Rolling a ten helped a lot.  I felt relief at being allowed to have sex with my wife.  Things felt a bit more normal... and exciting too.  Janet managed a date or two each week for the first two months, that=s easy because there are always men willing to fuck a decent looking woman who is willing to share. 

It was a bit tedious at first for Janet, balancing work, motherhood, and being a wife.  One thing that helped was that our daughter was still very young.  She did not know what Mommy was doing nor did she really care.  I was able to have quality time with her alone while Janet was out which was really nice.  Janet got her time easily enough being the Mom.  We struggled about to find an easy balance… in the beginning, the newness of her sexual adventures took center stage.  Not really knowing anyone meant that she went out often, too often for me really but I understood why.  And then it was new, exciting, and Janet was really basking in the attention.  After two months she tapered the new faces off, choosing to date several men she enjoyed being with almost exclusively.  She reviewed new suitors from the internet several times a week, and once or twice a month she went out with someone new... Janet settled into to dating several times a week, balancing the rest of her life quite well really.  Sometimes she went out more often... sometimes a lot more… a few times that first year she had a date every night, and each night with a different guy! 

During the third month she rolled six and five... I rolled a whapping four and a one.  I got nothing all month.  She enjoyed herself... a lot, and enjoyed sharing the blow by blow each night.   She stroked my sex, sucked my dick and left me dry... wanting and hating myself for the change that saw me without my wife=s pussy to keep me company.  It was a long month… and not the only one like that either.

Janet kept things in balance pretty well.  She went out every few nights… generally three nights a week… about the same as our old sex life.  She developed two regular boy friends and her traveling salesman.  Over time she developed a sense of obligation and jealousy towards satisfying their sexual needs.  Saturday night was Janet’s night out with someone new.  Though she was much more selective about whom she gave ‘it’ up to on a first date, she did give it up often enough.  Most of the time she met her guys after work, on the way home at times Janet would put Mandy to bed, dress up in her ‘play’ outfits and meet her men for dinner or at a club for a few drinks.  Our life did not appear very different to anyone on the outside, but…

Chapter Two

Sunday’s Football Games

To celebrate our eleventh anniversary and the first anniversary of her new sexuality Janet set up a series of dates for the Saturday following our actual anniversary, which was accurate for her first too because we started this adventure the week after our actual anniversary.  We went out to dinner at a nice restaurant, then to a motel, and then nothing because I had rolled a dismal three getting skunked again this month.  But the night was intimate and fun, we had decided that I could enjoy her orally and finger fuck her just not use my dick and still be within the agree rules. It was just not very fulfilling for me.  As a gift Janet gave me a second anniversary card thanking me for the adventures of the past year and outlining a wild orgy of sex with a variety of different men to celebrate that anniversary too.  

Her first date was brunch at IHOP, followed by sex in his apartment (a newbie), then a quick shower and a late afternoon meet at Denny=s with another newbie, no sex – she didn’t like him much.  After that she met Daniel, for a quickie – a ‘two/for’ really - she really liked his energy.  His recovery was short and they usually did it twice and sometime three times before she left.  Janet met another newbie for dinner, liked him - sex, home by eleven PM.  She complained Sunday morning that she felt a bit tired and sore. 

“My tummy muscles are a bit sore, Luv.”  Janet said rubbing her abdomen.  “I never thought I’d have sex enough to replace tummy crunches.  Guess I can’t complain really… I could be doing crunches to feel this way!”  She smiled giving me a playful kiss.

Then she laughed and called Daniel wanting to see him during the Sunday Football game, in part because the dice had skunked me and partially because she like fucking him a lot.  We had breakfast, watched a video, The Emperor’s New Groove, with our daughter, laughed and enjoyed the morning.  Janet was a wonderful Mom and wife.

AOh I don=t mind.  Sure.  See you about two-thirty.@  I said knowing it was the early game.

AHe=s got company... wanted to know if I was interested in a three way, or whatever.  I’ve never done that, but then I’d never done anyone but you before last year, and it is our anniversary weekend.  God, I am turning into a really nasty girl... I am glad you made me try this... cuz I really like the attention from guys… and well@, Janet blushed, AI really like the sex too.@

Janet knocked on Daniels door.  He called to her, someone else answered.  He was tall, slender, well kempt, not a >six pack= but not bad looking either.  Janet smiled as she stepped inside.  There were two other guys sitting around the TV.  The game was on.  Chips, cold cut sandwiches and beer sat on the table in front of them. 

AHave a seat, it=s almost half time.@  Daniel called to her.  Janet walked over to a chair one of the men vacated for her.  He retrieved another from the kitchen and sat down.  There were a few quick introductions around.

            AJanet’s gonna be the half-time entertainment.@  Daniel toasted her with a beer and winked.  Janet smiled back.  She had not really planned on being >entertainment=.  Daniel had suggested a three-way on the phone.  She had not objected, nor had she accepted and after yesterdays activities Janet wasn’t overly interested in entertaining the group... and there were four men here, not two.  Oh, well, Janet would see what developed.  She could always say no and go home.  She smiled to herself... not likely, but she could.

ADaniel says you=re a lot of fun to have around.@  The man that answered the door stated.

ANot that much fun.@  Janet replied flatly.  AI think Daniel talks too much.@  Janet blushed and glared a moment at Daniel.

AI hear you=re married.@  The man who had given her his chair quipped.  ADoesn’t seeing Daniel bother him?@

AYou=d think so, but no.  We have an arrangement, I see whom I want and he gets to hear the gruesome details later.@  Janet took a drink shifting a bit uncomfortably in her seat.

AYou mean you tell him about you and Daniel.@  The last man stated turning away from the TV.

AYep, every detail of everything I do.  That way there are no lies or deceit between us.  So if you don=t want to be the topic of conversation tonight, then don=t start something you can=t finish.@  She smiled with challenge.

ATalk=s cheap.  I’m sure MY wife would not be as understanding as your husband.@  He replied.  ATell ya what though... I=ll give you twenty dollars for your blouse.@

ACost me thirty-five.  Besides what would your wife say about my blouse in her closet?@  Janet undid the top button, and then buttoned it back up while they teased and chatted back and forth.

ATwenty bucks till the game is over and you can keep it.@  The next two buttons slipped open.

ATwenty-five.@  Janet said as the second button slipped through its loop.

AAll I have on me is twenty.@  She slipped the button back through the loop closing it up.

AI buy five of that.@  The button slipped open... then another... and another... Janet slipped the blouse off tossing it to him.  She sat in her white lace bra, her nipples firm and tall, the dark rich color of her pronounce areolas clear beneath the soft lace.

ANow let=s see that money boys.@  Janet quipped defining the game ahead.  The money quickly flipped onto the table.

AAnd here=s another twenty for that bra...@  The man at the door tossed another bill to the table.

ANot so fast, boys... the underwear=s gonna cost you more than the outerwear... and besides, don=t you want to wait till half time?@  Janet backed away cautiously sensing a bit too much testosterone in the air.  Another ten spot appeared on the table. 

AOkay.@  She slipped her bra off tossing to the payee.  ABut the rest is gonna cost more, because, well, that=s what it’s all about, now isn=t it?@  The two payees seemed quite aroused.

Two more twenties appeared on the table... this time from Daniel... He smiled.  AYour Levi=s please.@ 

Janet stood slipping off her Levi pants.  She stood in front of Daniel and three perfect strangers in nothing but her French cut blue lace thong panties and a smile.  She tossed her pants to Daniel.

ANow, boys, let=s enjoy the view for a bit.  I haven=t had quite enough beer to go any further just yet.@  She gathered up the money on the table and stuffed her pants pocket while getting another beer from the kitchen.

ASo what=s the rest worth?@  One of the greedy men asked too eagerly for Janet=s comfort.  She took another long pull on the beer.

AWell, I think my wet panties should be a bit more than my Levi=s don=t you?@  She quipped...

AAnd what’s hiding inside those panties?@

ANow that’s the real question, isn’t it?  Do you want to sit on the bench and watch or be in the game?  So what’s it worth to you to be in the game?”  Janet took another sip of beer.  “The sum of the total, I think.@ She said flatly... sitting cross legged in the chair, her breasts bouncing in full view.  Her nipples stood hard and upright.  Her pussy flushed damp, sticking the soft cloth of her panties to the outline of her sex.

AWill fifty buy those?@

ANo, because that’s all that’s left between you guys and me; and I need another beer or two before half-time.”

ASixty?@

ANo.@  Janet took another long pull on the brew.  AThe total if I figured right is $95 to now, so an even $55 will get you half way there.@

“Okay,” said one of the guys reaching for his wallet.

“Not till half time though,” Janet retrieved the fifty-five from the coffee table figuring her nudity was forth an even $150, “…and another hundred for whatever else you=re after.@  Janet did the math for them.  ABoys, divide that four ways that’s a bargain for what you’re after?@  Janet knew where this was going to end up… she just kept egging them onward. 

AI have to get to an ATM.  You guys in for this?@  He asked at the door.

ASure thing.  I=ll do my part they each said eagerly.”  The door closed behind him.  Half-time started before he returned.  Janet went to the kitchen getting each of the men another beer… stepping out of her panties which she deposited on the coffee table in front them.

Janet sat down completely naked as the door opened.

“Let=s see... he counted...@

AI have is $75.@  He handed her the bills.  Janet took the money and counted.

ALooks like your $25 short of a party, but the show=s paid for.@  She sat back into the chair cross legged, exposing her gaping moist laser smooth shining twat to anyone that wanted to look... and they all did.

AWow.  What a view!@  One of them muttered under his breath. 

AI=ll waitress beer and sandwiches on you boys.  You can look and touch, but nothing else until it’s paid for.@  Janet picked up the sandwich tray going to the kitchen as she spoke.  In another few minutes she returned with fresh sandwiches which she delivered to each man.  One took a few moments to feel each breast... another felt her thighs brushing her labia with his fingers.  After each had taken their time to feel her up the man with the >wife= stood.

AI=ll be back.@  The door closed.  Janet sat down to watch the half time show... cross-legged... knowing she was the half-time show and would soon become the entertainment!  She took another pull on her beer.

The door opened.  He dropped another twenty-five on the table... Janet smiled.  Good thing, she thought to herself.  I would have started for nothing in another ten minutes.

Janet stood up; put the money in her pants lying across the back of the couch.  AWhere=s the bedroom?  I=m gonna be comfortable for this.  Give me a few minutes... you guys decide who=s first or how you=re gonna do this... one at a time, all at once, or whatever.  The entertainment’s paid for now, so as long as you don’t hurt me, whatever you want is yours until thirty minutes after the TV game ends.@  She disappeared down the hall. 

AWhat are you doing, Girl?@  She said a loud as she lay on the bed.  The door opened.  The party began.  Two of them showed up first… then another… and Daniel last.  Janet felt almost overwhelmed; there were hands everywhere on her body, guys bumping… cocks all over.  One at her bottom as she struggle to deep throat another, then one in her eye and another pressing upon her vulva. 

“Patience.  I’ve only got so many places to put these.”  She gurgled almost choking.  She had no idea who belonged to what.  They fucked her everywhere.  She sucked them hard and rolled about accommodating hard cocks anywhere they put them.  Finally she lay exhausted while one finished cumming her pussy.  Janet dozed off, showered and dressed.  She emerged quietly from the bathroom… two had left.

They asked her back for the next game.  Janet smiled. 

“If you can afford it, I will be here, but no one else comes, and no gossip in the locker room either.  This stays in the apartment or there’s nothing for anyone.  Let’s say $50 each to keep it simple and friendly that way we all get something out of the season.  I’ll do the first half of each game topless, and if it’s a good game I’ll waitress the second half naked… then after the game the party’s on me.”  Janet giggled at the pun.  She had, however, made it worth their time.  Without another word she became a weekly fixture at Daniels football game party. 

Chapter Three

Janet Tries Bondage

       

At a year and eight months into our new arrangement Janet joined an Alternate Lifestyles web site, something dedicated to the kinks of sex that she had found attractive as a young girl.  She was curious about being tied up, and maybe even ‘Sold’ for sex.  She spent many weeks discussing her situation and desires with someone from the site before she felt comfortable meeting him.

“I’ve got a date with a Bondage Master on Saturday.”  Janet said.

AReally?  That=s right you wanted to be tied up... and sold...  So you=re gonna explore that fantasy a bit?@  I asked a bit dismayed.

AYeah.  We=ve discussed some of my fantasies... like being tied up and sold off as someone=s whore.  You remember those old fantasies, the ‘little girl’ stuff I told you about.  He wants to meet me this Saturday.  I was told to block out the afternoon.@

I liked seeing her enjoying herself.  I enjoyed her dating, fucking.  I was a bit concerned about her sexual appetites which seemed almost out of control at the moment.  Janet was in one of those infrequent runs where she had a date every night… only this time it had gone past a week into the whole month.  She was a slut, not becoming one.  I liked that.  She liked it too.  I was just a little concerned about keeping a balance in her life.

Noon saw her dressed in a simple skirt and button up blouse, heading out the door with a small kiss and smile.

AHave fun.@  I spoke rhetorically out of politeness.  Fun would not be the half of it and I knew it.  She handed me an address. 

“I’ll be at this address… just in case you need it.  I mean I am going to be tied up and used so I figure I better be safe too.”  I tucked it into my pants pocket… a bit worried at the implications.

Janet pulled up to the address she had written down.  It was an unobtrusive house, neat and tidy, smallish with no remarkable features.  She strode up the walkway... rang the door bell and waited.

ACome in,@  the man closed the door behind her.  Janet followed in silence.  He walked to the back of the house and down the stairs.  Janet followed.  At the bottom of the stairs was a well lit simply finished room.  At the center hanging from the ceiling was a series of chains.  At the opposite wall was a table with various odd items.   Janet had no idea what they were.  A twinge of discomfort swept across her being.  A simple stock was open and waiting... for her she supposed, and simple pole fixed between the ceiling and floor.  It had several horizontal pipes at various heights.  She wondered what wonders she might find there.   And at the far part, a distance from the stairs was a bed.  The man stood next to the bed.

He pointed to the bed.  Janet walked forward.

ATake off your blouse.@  Janet undid each button searching for sign of intrigue in his eyes; nothing.  ANow remove your panties.@  Janet slipped them down placing them upon her neatly folded blouse lying upon the small table at the side of the bed.  ALie down and get comfortable.@  Janet did as she was told.  She wiggled a bit and then lay still.

He began by tying a cord to her left wrist then to the bed post.  Next the other wrist and her arms were fastened above her head.  Her pussy felt warm and moist.  Then he tied her left ankle to the lower bed post... and then the other.  Janet lay spread wide upon the bed.  She tried to wiggle... no, not much.  She felt turned on.  He removed her bra... then unbuttoned her skirt slipping it from beneath her bottom.  Janet smiled as she lay naked imagining her plight.  Next he put her hands into two small metal orbs... click... click... and they were locked on.  Her hands and fingers were useless.   He slipped a dark leather sleeping mask over her eyes.  Then he placed a large electric vibrator at her sex.  He pushed and fussed about until it was placed firmly against her labia.  He plugged it in and left. 

Janet lay quietly waiting.  She felt the buzz of the vibrator upon her pussy lips.  Janet could hardly wait as it slowly penetrated the anticipation of her sex.  Then there were other voices... new voices... two men... then another, a woman.  They were discussing her... the vibrating soon became exclusive to Janet’s mind as she neared orgasm.  She relished the exposure, the voyeurism, and came wildly.  The buzzing persisted... Janet began to feel her passions bordering on pain in her clit as she focused on her sex to the exclusion of the voices. 

Then it was quiet.  The buzzing quit.  She lay quiet... still... waiting.  Nearly an hour passed before he undid her arms.  Janet sat up her hands still bound, her arms numb.  Her blouse, bra, and other clothes were gone.  In their place were a small leather corset, two leather bras, and a suede skirt.  She picked up the first of the bras.  It had small spiked nubs covering the interior of each cup... and one at the center of the cup.  The other had a shiny steel loop barely large enough to fit the base of her breast... then another loop just larger than her areolas... each loop was fastened to the other by several leather the bands.  Surely he was kidding.  She laid each back upon the table.

APut the corset on.@  Janet slipped it over her head.  It barely went around her as she struggled to put it on.  It fit tightly around her and just over her hips... and underneath her breasts.  He tightened the cords at her back... snug... and then a bit more.  He marked the cords.

AWe=ll tighten the cords at the waist an inch a week.  Have your husband re-tighten the cords after you clean up each day.  Other than that you will wear it everyday until I personally remove it.  In time it will help shape your figure, and limit how much you can eat trimming off those few extra pounds.  Now, put on the skirt.@

It slipped up easily enough.  It was short... if Janet wasn=t very careful her smooth vulva would peek out... and bending was simply out of the question.  She wiggle about to find the fit... and zipped it up at the side. 

APick out a bra.@  He smiled a bit wryly.

AYou=re kidding right?@  Janet lifted the one on top.... hoops and loops, the other had inverted pointy nubs thru the cups with one at the center of each cup.

ANo.  Those are your choices.@  He waited.  Janet fumbled with each.  One offered obvious misery and coverage the other comfort and exposure. 

AAnd what might influence my choices?@  Janet asked wisely.

ADinner out... at a place I know.@  He waited.

Janet dropped the hoops and loops... misery and coverage.  Gently she placed each breast into the cups... adjusted and readjusted...  It did little to help.  It seemed like the bra was from Hell itself.

AReady?@  He asked.

ANot hardly.  Do I have a choice?@  Janet asked.

ANo.  Your clothes are gone... you can drive home naked, or go to dinner with me then home in your new wardrobe.@  Janet shrugged, fussed with her bra, and followed him up the stairs.

ATell me about your husband; and why you=re here?@ 

AWell, it=s a bit of an odd story really.  We=re happy together.  We=ve been married for just over eleven years now.@  Janet pause was not given to anything but her own thoughts.

ASo how do you end up here?  I mean if you=re happy and all...@

AWell, a about a year and a half ago he asked me to try going out... I mean with other men... for sex.@

ASo he wanted you to be with other guys?  What was he doing, the neighbors wife?@

AI thought so too, at first, anyway.  I was furious with him, not because he wanted me stepping out but because I thought he was trying to ease his own conscience.  So I told him as far as I was concerned if I caught him stepping out I=d divorce him, but he insisted and all...  I had been completely faithful and was really hurt that he=d even consider sharing my sex.  I told him if we started this he=d be stuck with it for two years and that he simply would not be allowed to tell me who, when, or where.  Then I thought I=d punish him a bit... because I felt like my fidelity didn=t mean much to him.@

AHow do you punish him... by sleeping around?@

ANot really.  Fact is I like the sex... a lot... maybe even too much.  We roll the dice at the first of the month.  Then we subtract my roll from his.  That determines how much sex he gets... and then... well@, Janet paused a bit embarrassed.  AThe punishment is limiting him to the roll of the dice.  He gets sloppy seconds unless he out rolls my appetite which he does once in a while.@

AInteresting.@  That was all he said until they arrived at the dinner.  Janet struggled a bit with the shortness of her skirt.  Her felt like it was seldom covered unless she clamped her thighs closed firmly.  Her nipples hurt from the small spikes at their center.  Her breasts felt miserable.

Janet felt a bit of relief as they walked thru the dinner.  Several other women were in similar costumes, and two were not hiding much at all.  They fit in.   No one took even the slightest notice of them, or her.

They ate over a bit more small talk.

ATell me about your fantasies and why you=re here with me, dressed like this.@

Janet explained that she had tied herself up as a child... and once a neighborhood boy caught her strapped to a pole by her own hand...

AI stripped naked.  I was only ten, he was eleven or so... he tied me between the fence posts in the backyard and left me.  We played all summer.  I loved it!  I=ve never told anyone before.

AInteresting.@  He looked sideways at Janet.  AAny other interests?@

AYeah, I used the dream of those days... later as I grew up... and imagine being found by someone, used... and maybe, well...@  Janet blushed in silence.

AAnd what else?@

AWell, I dreamed of being sold... you know to a pimp... to work as an escort... not a street walker, but a classy uptown hooker.@  Janet blushed at her brazen confessions, all of which she had discussed with him on-line though not in much detail.

Nothing was said until they started back to her car.

AI=ve been thinking of the things you told me on-line and at dinner.@  He paused for effect as they drove along.  AI want you to change your routine with your husband.  No more sloppy seconds... instead I want you to buy a strap on dildo and fuck him while you tell him about your dates.  You will have to be gentle with his virgin ass but with a bit of work he will accept the dildo just as your ass accepts your lover=s cock.  Next weekend we will tie you up and see who may find you.  As for being sold... I did that earlier this afternoon. 

“I called a woman I know.  She’s a Madam, run an escort service, prostitution for the more affluent.  She examined your goods while you lay in bed today, to decide if your stuff is marketable and such and took a few pictures.  Not to put too fine a point on it, I sold you to her for a thousand.” 

He placed ten crisp new $100 dollar bills on seat next to Janet.  “Now you can pick them up, return them and never speak of it again or leave them as they lay.”  He paused, waiting for Janet to make a decision.  She did nothing.  Janet sat wide eyed in utter disbelief.  SOLD to a Madam… as a WHORE… today… and here lay the money as proof.  Slowly he gathered up the bills, folded them over and tucked them in his shirt pocket.  “Then it is done.”  Janet said and did nothing.

“She owns your services and you can be sure she will make use of them.  She will contact you directly next week.  You will be a reasonably high priced escort, a hooker, or will be soon enough.  Fail to earn your keep and you will get nothing for your time, do well and she takes very good care of her Ladies.@  He stopped next to Janet’s car.  He handed Janet the hoops and loops bra as she swung her legs, completely exposing herself even though she was trying for a bit of modesty.

AWear this next week... and remember to keep the corset tight until I tell you otherwise.  See you next Saturday afternoon, same time, here... We=ll tie you up like when you were a little girl and see what the big boys do..@  He closed the door behind her as she sat into her car seat.  The engine started quietly.

AWell, you=ve stepped in it now Girl!@  She stated out loud as she backed out of the driveway.

ASo... How did things go?@  I asked quietly.  I had gotten used to her going out, at least enough that the feelings of panic or being threatened had pretty much disappeared.  I struggled with a bit of the lonely-s from time to time... and jealousy when she was fucking Daniel... mostly because she=d rather fuck Daniel than anyone else, and I wasn=t too sure that didn=t include me.  I was sure that Janet loved ‘me alone’, made love with me and no one else, and knew we were always home and family… and the difference between play time and family time.

AWell, things are going to be very different for awhile to say the least.  First of all, I have to wear this corset and you have to help keep it tight each day.  I can choose from these two bras when I am with him.@  Janet turned displaying the corset, then held up each bra for me to examine. 

AWell, that won=t cover much... and that just looks uncomfortable.@  I said with a smirk... all the while thinking she had stepped in it now.

AVery uncomfortable... so I get to show my stuff or pay for covering myself with considerable discomfort... a kind of punishment, I suppose, for the effort of modesty.  Oh, and there=s more too.@  Janet drew a breath slowly.  AI have to do tummy crunches every night and morning.  I have to trim and firm my tummy while the corset helps shape my figure.  And... I am to stop making you take sloppy seconds.  I am to buy a strap on dildo... and if you want to know about my dates I am to... well... fuck you while telling you all the details, kind of like turning the tables… doing to you whatever is done to me… kind of a thing.@  She grimaced as she told me.  Janet paused.  “Do you want to know about my fucking with that as a price to be paid?@  She posed to me quietly. 

AIt=s part of what we do.@  I said, taking a long moment to ponder what Janet had said.  AI suppose I will.@

AAnd the price you=ll have to pay?  I mean now it=s not just my fidelity... but I have to fuck you while you hear about them fucking me.@  Janet looked at me searching for answers.

AYeah.  I mean sooner or later I=m gonna want to know... so I=m gonna get what I gave... In the end, as it were... might as well start out at the beginning and avoid the wait.@  I was more than a bit intimidated by the thought, but I knew the reality of my mind too.  “But if you’re gonna fuck me I want to watch you fuck them once in a while.”

“And…”  Janet paused again.

AThere=s more?@  I asked a bit awed so far.

AYes.  I have been sold... to a woman, a madam... as an escort... I am to start working as a whore... next week, maybe... sometime soon.@  She caught her breath.  AA whore.@  She whispered almost to herself.

ADid you ask for that?  You don=t have to go thru with this you know.@  I reminded her.

AI discussed my fantasies with HIM on line and all, but I... well… Reality is different than fantasy... and now I=ve been sold... like a commodity, traded without regard to who I am or what I want... or how I feel about it.  She came in while I was naked to ‘examine’ my goods for marketability, not asking about ME or MY using my ‘goods’ in her business, just whether SHE thought SHE could sell MY stuff to someone else.  She took pictures… for marketing… not of ME, mind you, but of my ‘goods’… to sell to her clients.  She paid a finders fee of $1000 to him.”  She said red faced.  “He laid the money out in front of me as proof.  Then he said I could return it and be done with it, or leave it and become a whore.”  Janet faced changed.  She began to cry.

“I left the money… why!  For some reason I can not understand I wanted to leave the money… and yet everything in my being screamed to pick it up, return it and run away.  I had my chance to run or to become a whore… most women never really choose this way or that, they just accept that they don’t want to be a ‘whore’… most women never get to choose… I DO and I CHOSE to become a WHORE!”  She sobbed quietly.

“Well, you don’t have to go thru with this.  You can simply say no when she calls.”  I said flatly.

“You don’t understand,” Janet said with obvious frustration, “I chose to do this.  I chose.  I had the chance to undo it and I didn’t.  I want to do this.  I am so angry at me for my desires and choices and at YOU for starting me down this road!  I was happy just being the MOM and your wife!  And now for reason I don’t understand I want to do this…”  Janet sobbed and left the room.

I helped Janet with her corset every morning.  She was faithful about her crunches.  Her tummy firmed slightly.  Not that she was chubby or flabby, but crunches did firm her tummy a bit.  Janet did not touch the computer.  She did not go out.  We shopped and bought a dildo and a bit of KY.  I bought a moderate sized butt plug.  I figured I=d better get things prepared for the eventual butt fucking I knew would come.

Janet rang the doorbell and waited.  She stood in her too short skirt with the hoops and loops bras over her too tight corset.  Her breasts swayed gently, exposed to view and barely supported in the hoops and loops bra.  Was she ready?  Who knew for sure?  She had received and email from her new Master on Thursday.  He was going to re-enact her first time with the boy in her backyard.  She was nervous and excited.  The door opened.  He greeted her with a magic marker and a neon orange poster board.

“I want you make a sign to be at your side… in your own hand.”  She followed him to the kitchen table.  Janet sat.  The skirt rode up exposing her bottom to the wooden seat.  “You will be naked and tied between two trees.  What do you want to say to anyone that passes by?” 

“Well, I can’t resist whatever they do, because I’ll be tied up.  Right?  And I’ll be naked so that kind of defines the situation as I see it.”  Janet wrote carefully…

Enjoy what you see but remember to take care of what you find in Nature.  Use it and leave it as nice as when you found it.

She considered then handed the poster board to her Master. 

“Very well.”  They stood.  She followed him to his car.  They drove in silence for nearly half an hour.  He opened the door for her, then the trunk.  He picked up a small hammer, nails, several lengths of chain and a small bowling size bag.  Janet followed in silence.  Through the parking lot they walked.  Several men took long notice of her hoops and loops attire.  The place seemed a bit busy for the wilderness.  They walked for another ten minutes up a groomed path. Then he stopped.

“Get undressed.”  He said quietly.  Janet did as she was told.  He gathered up her clothes putting the next to the bowling-duffle bag.  He took out of the bag several leather cuffs which he locked about Janet’s wrists and ankles.  Next he locked chains to each of the D loops… one by one He screwed large I bolt to the trees and locked the chains into place.  Janet stood naked just ten feet from an active trail chained spread eagle to the trees about her.  She watched as He nailed the florescent sign to the downward path of the trail in front of them. 

“I’m screwed, aren’t I?”  Janet asked flatly. 

“If all goes well, I would think so… and often I suspect.  And the invitation is in your hand writing too.  Normally I would leave the magic marker with a request to have each passerby sign your body.  Not, to put too fine a point on things, I, we, you and I sold your ass to Michelle last week.  It isn’t yours anymore!  That would be like key-ing someone car.”  He smiled at Janet.  Then he placed a leather hood over her head strapping in securely but not too tight.  It allowed her to breath… but the bit inside restricted any speech she might try.

“I have the only keys.  It is almost noon.  I will be back around dark to collect you.”  He left a large vibrating dildo and a small box of batteries on the ground in front of her.  Janet grunted her understanding.

Janet’s mind raced over the words he had spoken.  She had never considered, never given it a thought!  Her body, her sex and all its parts had always been hers.  Without question, she possessed them took care of them – owned them…  SHE had in fact sold, or at least allowed Him to sell them to Michelle.  Michelle had paid real money to purchase them.  Janet did not own her body or her sex any longer.  She did possess them but Michelle owned them.  Someone else owned Janet’s body and her sex by Janet’s own hand… and could and would do with them as SHE wanted with no regard to the one that possessed them – Janet.

Michelle would within her rights too, because Janet had sold them to her the same as if Michelle had purchase a car from Janet.  Michelle could and would drive the car whenever and wherever she chose or assign that privilege to someone of her choosing and who would question it, and why would they question it. It was her car!  And so it was now with Janet’s body and sex.  Janet gasped aloud at the realization of what she had done or allowed to be done. The deed had been done… and once the car was claimed, the key inserted into the ignition and it was driven away the sale was consummated.  Even though the sale had already been finalized and the consideration accepted by both parties the sale had not yet been consummated.  Michelle had yet to take possession of Janet or use her, but Janet knew that time was coming and sooner than she might be ready to accept.

He stepped into the woods as someone approached.  Two teenage boys and a girl walked along the path.  They stopped and read the sign.  Then they looked around… spotting Janet the boys called and whistled the girl giggled… they walked over to Janet.  The girl spotted the vibrator while the boys explored a woman’s body.  Janet wiggled as they touched ALL of her.  Softly she moaned as the girl began working the vibrator over her labia.  Janet came quickly.  The girl giggled as she returned the vibrator to the box in front of Janet.  The boys would be back…

He smiled and followed the group down the path to his car.  He left. 

It was a hot cum soaked afternoon and evening.  Boys told other boys, men used and told friends… women teased and discarded batteries.  Janet stood, sagged, came, moaned, groaned and came again.  A number of eager nature lovers took many many pictures. 

He came as promised.  Quietly he released Janet return her too short skirt, and hoop with loops bra.  He sign was gone… a souvenir for someone.  They walked to his car in silence.

“Was it as much fun as you remember?”  He asked with a smile.

“I need a bath and a shower.”  Janet just smiled wryly.

Chapter Four

Working

Janet’s passion waned.  In fact it took a nose dive into celibacy after being sold.  She did not discuss the panic she felt at the realizations of what she had sold off with so little regard.  She did struggle with her feelings ranging from anger to panic… and she knew that what she had done was not so easily undone.  After two weeks of celibacy, Janet said she wanted to see Daniel.  She would be late getting home from work tonight.  I recognized the Cheshire cat grin when she walked thru the door.  Her hair was a bit rumpled. 

AGod, I love fucking him.@  She plowed thru the drawer locating the strap on we had purchased.  We undressed wildly.  Janet pushed me forward onto the bed.  She greased my butt with the KY before placing the dildo at my sphincter.  Pressing firmly...

AWe met in his apartment.  Before the door clicked shut Daniel pressed me firmly against the wall...@  I felt the penetration.  AWe kissed hot and passionately.  He grabbed my breast firmly in his hand.  My body tightened with excitement.  I pulled at his belt.  He fumbled with the buttons of my blouse.  The last one popped off as he tugged it open.@  She buried the dildo deep.  AI laughed.  I could feel my pussy getting wet.  I undid his pants.  He tossed my blouse away.  I took my bra off.@  She with drew the dildo slowly.  AIt felt good to feel my tits giggle before him. I slipped his shirt off.@ She began to fuck my ass slowly... surprising to me it felt interesting... AI knelt before him licking his cock.  It got sooo hard.  I was sooo wet.@  Janet paused then began again.  AI wanted him.  I begged him to fuck me.  He almost tossed me onto the bed.  I grabbed his cock stuffing it to my hot wet pussy.  He felt so good as he entered me.@  Janet plowed again slowly.  AWe fucked... I stopped him before he could cum... we started again.  He fucked me from behind... like I=m doing you... Finally I came... he came... we rested for an hour before I sucked him hard again.  He fucked me over and over...@  Finally, Janet stopped fucking my ass.  It was a bit sore now.  We showered together, and then I fucked her... twice.

Janet paused pensively.  “I know I=m gonna go when she calls.  I was happy with just you and me, damn it.  I=ve turned into a wanton slut fucking anyone with a hard-on.  Damn you!  Now, I=m gonna be a whore... fucking not for pleasure but for money.  Not like Daniel’s football parties but a real whore.  I know I=m gonna do it when she calls.  I have become a whore and I don=t give a damn about the money... I ‘want’ to be a slutty whore!  Why?  Why, do I want to act this way?  Why did you start this?@ Janet sat down hard tears staining her cheeks.

AI don=t know... but I don=t find you=re being a whore upsetting or demeaning.  A lot of women won=t put out for love, much less for the simple passion of it... and they expect room and board, cars, and houses in return for marital privilege while casting stones at someone who takes a twenty while closing the door behind them.  I think your okay, my Love.@  I gave her a big hug and kiss.

Saturday morning the phone rang.  AThis is Michelle.  Tell Janet to be at 1549 So Westwood at 11 AM.@  She hung up. 

AWho is Michelle?@  I asked.

AOh, my God, that=s my Madam.  I guess I=m on call.@  Silence followed Janet simple statement.

Michelle=s interview was simple.

AThe rules are simple and final.  I bought you, your sex, and your services for the next 12 months... kind of like the futures market.@  Michelle showed Janet several annuity notes totaling ten thousand dollars.  AIf you perform adequately for the next 12 months you will receive these notes.  They mature in ten years... each year you work for me you will receive another ten year annuity.  You will receive a prepaid Master Card in the next few weeks.  After each satisfactory date you will have funds deposited to your Card.  You will never, ever, under any circumstance discuss money.@ She paused for emphasis. ANor will You ever discuss any specific sex act with anyone.  This will get you arrested... and you will lose your annuities.  Go where you are told... do whatever you wish... just make the client happy.@

AAny questions?@  She asked flatly.

ADo I have to have sex?@  Janet asked.

AI am not going to tell you to do that... or not to do that.  That would be against the law.  Do as you wish...  You know why you=re there... and why they asked you to be there... and why someone may wish to see you again.  Repeat clients are what every business is built upon.  Never ever discuss money and never discuss any kind of sex act... let nature take whatever course you wish, just don=t talk about it.  That will get you arrested.@  Michelle was very stern.

ASure.  I get it... I get it.@  Janet said.

AGood, report to Tom at the Hotel Bar downtown.@  She handed Janet a paper and pen.  Janet wrote down the address and name... and time.

AWhat should I wear?  I mean do I look like a hooker, or do I go in Levi=s or an everyday skirt... what do I do?@  Janet asked quietly.

ADress nicely.  It is a classy Hotel bar.  I emailed the client a picture of you so he will recognize you.  Be nice and don=t push things... let him take the lead.@  Michelle said matter-of-factly.

“A picture of me,” Janet asked?  “How,” remembering that she was quite naked when she took the pictures.

“Got several pictures the last time I saw you… both dressed and undressed… and in your attire with Him.  We’ll update to folio after a few dates.”  Michelle explained.

AHave you ever done this?  I mean... you know...@ Janet asked carefully trying to be overly intrusive.

AYes.  I have my own clients, regulars.  I started working almost ten years ago.  I started this business just over three years ago.@  Michelle smiled.  ASo, yes... been there... done that.  And you=ll do fine.  In fact, I think you=ll be a very profitable business associate.@  She smiled and winked.

Janet stood to leave the room.  AThanks for the confidence.  I am intrigued.@  Janet left quietly.

AWell?@  I asked as Janet sat down on the couch.  AWhat did your Madam have to say for herself?@

AShe was frank... and blunt.  She warned me not to talk about money... or sex.@  Janet starred at the TV, and then she looked over at me... kind of wide-eyed.   AI asked about sex, I mean, well, you know... as a whore and all...  She never said a thing.  I asked if was required to, you know, or what.  She would not commit to anything.  She just said >I knew what I was there for and they knew why they called=... and emphasized the importance of repeat business.@  She paused for the next several minutes. 

AI asked her if she worked... with clients, and all...  She said, yes... told me that she thought I=d do just fine... and gave me my first date... next Wednesday evening.@  Janet paused again.  I figured it wise to wait her out. 

AI asked what to wear... I mean as a hooker and all... she said just to wear everyday nice clothes... just to be me and go with the flow of the night.@  Janet looked at me blankly, ringing her fingers.  AI=m not a whore... I mean not yet anyway.  Just being me doesn=t include this.@

ASo don=t go, if you don=t want to... you don=t have to go.@  I offered.

ANo.  I=m gonna do this.  It’s just NOT me... to be a whore I mean... not till Wednesday at least.  And I don=t know how much I=m getting paid to... you know.@

AWhat?@

AWell, she showed me several annuities... when they mature I=ll get ten thousand dollars... and every year afterwards I=ll get another annuity for two thousand... and I get a pre-paid Master Card... With a deposit after each date... but she never said what it was worth... I mean each date.@  Janet had a tear in her eye.  It trickled down her cheek.

AAre you alright with this?  Cuz I really don=t want you doing something that is upsetting to you.@  I felt real concern for her emotions.

ADon=t you understand?  Not only I am going to be a whore, but I want to be a whore, and it pisses me off!  I was happy with you... just you... and now I am a fucking slut who simply wants to a whore... and it makes me mad at myself... and you for letting me get here.@  Janet sobbed slightly.

I kind of understood.  I knew that Janet had gone a bit wild with the sex... slut felt a bit harsh to me.  I knew she liked it and was angry at herself and at me for it.  So I kind of understood the whore thing too.  I just had no words to offer... and I was completely sure that she was going to go thru with this for the same reasons.

AWanna get laid?@  I asked in desperation, not that sex was going to fix anything or even make her feel better… but then…

She was nearly naked by the time she got to the bedroom, and wildly aggressive, as she fucked me with a fierce passion bordering on anger.  Wow!

Wednesday came like it does each and every week.  Janet dressed.  She had bought a few new things from the ‘Game Day’ funds.  She slipped into a lacy silk pastel red panty that fit every contour of her sex.  Next she put on a newer version of the ‘Wonder Bra’, not that she needed help in that way, but it accentuated her cleavage.  Then Janet slipped into a low scooping shiny blouse.  The bottom of the scooped neck line just covered the bra.  Her assets were displayed well.  Janet had purchased a new garter with red lace that she fitted about her waist.  Sitting down she slipped the hose up each leg fastening them with the suspenders of her garter.  She stood stepping into an ‘A’ line black skirt.  Janet fitted and smoothed her tummy and hips.  The skirt fit well extending to just below the knee.  It showed a considerable gap at the front running from just above mid thigh to the hem with a pleated overlap.  No hint of hose or garter suspenders escaped from beneath, and only if Janet moved just so did a brief vision of her thigh escape.  Finally, she put on a new red jacket. 

Stepping into a pair of three inch heels Janet asked, “How do I look?  I want to look like a professional lady, you know the executive type, and not like a hooker on the make.”

“Yes, you look very professional and very appealing.”  I said quite astonished at the pretty woman in front of me.  It is very easy to become ‘familiar’ with the sights and sound of our environment passing over them without notice.  I had become familiar with my wife feeling in the moment of the women standing before me.  I loved her! And she was beautiful to me!

“Good.  Well, I’m off to sell my self… wish me luck.”  She placed the wedding ring in her jewelry box replacing it with her Onyx ‘play’ ring which she wore on the other hand.  And with a kiss she left.

Janet felt nervous as she walked into the Hotel Bar.  Quietly she took a seat at the bar ordering a Martini.

“Would you care to join me?”  A neatly dressed businessman asked.  “Michelle spoke highly of you.  I can see why.  You look lovely.”  Janet followed him to a booth.

There was the small talk; what do you do?  Tell me about yourself… and so on.  It took 45 minutes before he made a move.

“Would you care to take this conversation to my suite?” 

“Of course,” Janet stood and followed the man; Terry was his name not that it mattered much.

Inside the room Terry sat in a chair across from the bed.  “I want to see you naked.”  He said rather flatly.  “Please, undress for me.”

Janet took off her jacket placing it on the hangers in the small closet.  She began by unzipping her skirt.  She folded it neatly placing it on the dresser at the foot of the bed.  Then she slipped the blouse over her head and off laying it on top of the skirt.  She undid each suspender slipping her hose from her legs.  Then she took the garter off.   Reaching at her back she flicked a finger unsnapping her bra, slowly Janet took it off placing it on top of her other things.  Finally she slipped her panties off.

“You may leave those in the top drawer, thank you.  I will keep them.”  Janet did as she was told with a bit of anguish at loosing her new panties.  “Turn about please.”  Janet turned about for his inspection, completely naked. 

“Very nice, in to top drawer of the night stand you will find an object.  I want you to use it to cum for me.”  Janet sat on the side of the bed opening the drawer.  It was a large silver dildo.  She laid in front the Terry and began…

Slowly she worked the device about her tummy and nipples before finding her smooth glistening sex.  Janet spread her legs to give a good view as she began working her labia.  She was wet.  As the device began to disappear inside her pussy Janet felt the first twitch of her orgasm.  She slowed… not yet… she worked it about her thighs and vulva before returning to her labia.  Slowly the silver peg disappeared.  It found her wanting ‘G’ spot.  And Janet came… loudly fucking herself and cumming.  She had not noticed Terry now naked beside the bed.

His cock was something of stories.  Erect it stood just over a foot and had a girth the size of Janet wrist.  She gasped, “Oh, my God!”

He mounted her pressing his length into her womb.  Janet felt pressure at her cervix… he pushed a bit harder.  Another two inches buried him.  Her pussy was stretched inside and out.  With the first real stroke Janet came again.  He rode and rode, firmly impaling her upon his mammoth wand.  She came again… she could feel his manhood swell and though it might really get larger!  He came filling her pussy with hot sticky cum.  His balls rested upon her bottom.

“Now suck me clean.”  He withdrew kneeling at her side.  Janet gagged, in part from his size and in part from the simple yuck of things.  She sucked him hard again… he fucked her doggy style over and over…. Then Terry slipped his cock into her bottom.  Janet thought she might split apart.  His cum filled her colon.  He rolled off spent and was done with her.

“You may not shower here.  Please dress and leave quietly.”  Terry closed the bathroom door behind himself.  Janet felt used, she had been!  And dirty as cum seeped from her sex and bottom!  She dressed quietly and left as instructed.  She struggled within, fighting tears as she walked to her car.

Regardless of whom she had sex with, how many different men, when or where she had always shared herself.  There were times she had not enjoyed the men and had not given herself to them and times she had and regretted it never seeing them again.  But this was the first time she had felt used by someone.  The sex with Terry had been good.  His very size had been astonishing giving her sensations of sex she had never experienced.  But he had used her for his own purpose and pleasure.  And she felt used.  Janet wept freely as she drove towards home.  She felt like a whore, dirty and used…   In time she would come to know that this was Terry’s ‘way’, a fetish, and others would have varying other fetishes… and some would not.

“How did it go tonight?”  I asked as Janet came thru the door, home quite a bit earlier than any of her ‘dates’.  Before she spoke I could see the distress in her face and a tear on her cheek.  “Did he hurt you?”  I exclaimed quite concerned for her safety but realizing too that neither her attire nor her features seemed even so much as rumpled.

“Not physically, no, but I feel used and dirty for the first time since we started this.  I need a shower.”  And with that Janet disappeared for nearly an hour.  For the first time I was worried.

She emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.  With a plop she sat on the chair across from the couch.  “I feel like a whore.  He simply used me for his pleasures and then dismissed me.  He would not let me shower afterwards.  He took my panties.  I had his cum seeping from my body sticking to my skirt.   I mean I never imagined feeling like this.”  Janet talked and I listened.  In the end she realized that she had arrived as a whore and that was very different by nature than the relationships she had up to then.  It didn’t help or change how she felt.

The Master Card arrived by the end of the week… $500 cash deposit.  Consummated and paid for Janet was officially a ‘whore’.   Then Michelle called.

“Did you get your expense card?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“You have an appointment at the Grand Hotel, room #3455.  Seven-ish.”  Michelle hung up.

Janet winced at the idea and hung up.  She dressed as she had before, arriving ‘seven-ish’.  A stunning brunette opened the door.  Janet’s mouth gaped wide.  Ariel smiled accepting the surprised look.

“Michelle speaks highly of you… and said you might be a bit surprised… Hope you don’t mind.”  Ariel opened the door to Janet.  She paused… then stepped inside.  Ariel was to become Janet best friend, but who knew then.  Ariel handed Janet a drink offering her a seat in the suite.  This was not the bedroom.  Janet was glad… and she needed the drink.

Ariel was an attorney for a large eastern firm.  One of their clients was here and she was obliged to visit once a month.  She would spend a week resolving and taking notes on any particular events in the client’s portfolio.  This was the beginning of her week in town.  She too had a daughter, divorced and living at home.  Grandma took care of her when she was out of town.  Yes, she dated once in a while but preferred the company of a woman.  They expected less of the relationship depositing less baggage at her door.  No, she was not seeing anyone nor was there a ‘significant other’ of either gender waiting.  Ariel was content with her daughter and the occasional affair with either team.

After another drink Ariel stood to Janet.  “Would you like to explore the other room?”  She asked patiently.

“Yes, I think I would.”  Janet stood facing Ariel.  Ariel caressed her cheek then taking her hand led Janet to the bedroom. 

Janet had never ever even considered a woman.  She struggled within as Ariel undressed her.  First the jacket… then the top button of her blouse… and the next… Janet began to return each motion… button for button… blouse for blouse… skirt for skirt… bra for bra. 

Janet flinched at Ariel’s touch upon her breast.  She withdrew.  Janet placed a reassuring hand atop of Ariel’s.  “It’s okay.”  Ariel continued.  Janet closed her eyes enjoying the tender caresses of Ariel finger tips as they danced about her torso.  Gently Ariel brushed Janet’s nipple.  She smiled pressing Ariel’s hand to her breast more firmly.

“Yes.”  Janet spoke softly.  Ariel kissed her.  Never had a woman’s lips touched hers… not even family.  Janet returned the soft affection.  Ariel kissed her neck.  Janet slipped her panties off.  Ariel joined her on the bed.  Janet felt her breasts and when Ariel kissed her gently Janet danced the tip of her tongue to meet Ariel’s.  Ariel’s fingers touched Janet’s smooth mound.  They paused.  Janet smiled.  Ariel explored Janet.  Then Janet unsure of herself returned the pleasure.  Ariel opened her legs to Janet.

“Kiss me… lick me… eat me.”  Ariel moaned.  Janet shifted about.  Ariel scent was musky.  Her pussy neatly trimmed but not smooth like Janet’s.  Janet kissed her on the mound then ran the tip of her tongue from the based of each vulva to her clit.  Ariel moaned with pleasure.  Janet tickled her tongue along the labia gently teasing Ariel slit from bottom to clit.  Janet flicked across her clit.  Ariel’s tummy twitched. 

“Oh, yes.” 

Janet repeated herself before pressing the tip of her tongue to part Ariel’s labia exploring her soft pink inner lips.  Janet caressed Ariel’s sex with her fingers.  Ariel was wet… her musk had turned a bit salty… not strong or unpleasant.  Janet kissed her clit before delving deeper into the unknown.  Within a minute Ariel convulsed cumming wildly, grunting, groaning, and noisily proclaiming her passion.  Janet felt elated sharing the wonder of the moment.  Soon enough Ariel returned the pleasures for Janet.

They fell asleep next to each other.  Janet awoke first looking at and musing about Ariel.  What had she done?  Sharing her body, no more than that, enjoying the body of another woman… and she had enjoyed it very much.  Ariel awoke.  She kissed Janet, and it began again.  It was nearly dawn when Janet walked into the bed room.  Quietly she undressed and climbed into bed.

“You okay?”  I asked.  “You’re awfully late.” 

“I saw a woman… a wonderful, beautiful woman… and we shared each other.”  Janet faced me.  “Please fuck me like a man… fuck me good… I need you right now.” 

I obliged eagerly.

By mid week the balance on the Master Card increased $500.  Michelle called…

Conclusion

Janet’s internet activities waned as her clients with Michelle picked up.  Then her dates just stopped.  Within the first six months she established a regular clientele seeing several each week.  She continued to see Daniel.  Janet continued Game Day… It eased into the Final Four, Superbowl, etc.

Ariel became a fast fixture of our family.  The two were close friends, and yes, lovers.  Ariel spent her visits in our spare room not in a hotel.  Ariel began flying out with her daughter during the summer.  They became family in our home.  Our daughter, Mandy, and her daughter grew up together like sisters. 

By the end of the first year as a whore Janet’s first annuity arrived.  It was yet to mature, but it was exciting to have a future on deposit.  Janet quit her job to be a full time Mother, Wife, and Hooker.  As the days passed, Ariel and Janet fell deeply in love.

“I have something to tell both of you.”  Janet said facing Ariel and me in the living room one warm summer’s night after dinner. 

“Yes.”  I said having no idea what it might be that had called this meeting.

“I’m pregnant.”  You could have heard a pin drop.

“Is that good?” asked Ariel a bit anxious by the silence. 

“Yes… and no…”  I said.

“I have absolutely no idea who the Father is.”  Janet blurted out starting to cry.  “I fuck everyone anymore.”

“Well, I didn’t do it!” exclaimed Ariel.  The humor broke the anguish of the moment.  We laughed. 

“Might be, that the strap on thing might have gone off.”  I laughed.

“What are we going to do?” asked Janet getting back to reality.

“Have a baby.  Love it, raise it, and accept it.”  I said flatly.

“And what about…. You know.” Janet asked flatly.

“Talk to Michelle.  And the others, well that’s between you and them, excepting where your health is concerned.”  Ariel sat quietly.

“I’m good with it.  I love you and want you to be happy.”  Ariel said quietly.

“I talked with Michelle yesterday.  I can work for a few months, not that it matters now, and take a leave… and then if I want to return later…”  Janet trailed off into silence.  “I’ve got a few guys I want to see but I’m tired of being a slut.  I want to be a Mommy and your wife.”  Janet said to me then turned to Ariel.  “You are my best friend and lover.  I love you deeply and want you to be part of my family forever.”  She said to Ariel.

“I want you to marry us… John and me.  Not officially, I know, but an informal commitment ceremony between us.  I want to marry you, Ariel.  I want you to marry John.  We live together, love together why not commit this to each other.  Will you marry me?”  Janet pleaded holding her hand in hers.

Ariel frowned.  “Let me think about it for a week.”  Ariel took Janet for a ride to some place quiet, a special place to her, and accepted Janet’s proposal.

At the end of summer we had a quiet but formal ceremony in the back yard.  I performed a marriage commitment ceremony between Ariel and Janet.  Janet repeated the ceremony between Ariel and me.  Ariel repeated the ceremony between Janet and me.  We consider ourselves married, committed and united by each and to each other.

Janet had a baby boy.  Daniel and Game Day continued.  We moved two King Size beds into the basement family room.  Converted it into a Master Suite where the three of us sleep together.  Ariel and Janet sleep next to each other always.  I sleep with whoever I am next to, most often Janet… and believe it or not, very few three-ways take place.  Each of us makes love as they wish, when ever we wish and with whomever we wish.

Janet went back to work with Michelle after six months of maternity leave and uncounted hours of aerobics.  She had a good ‘book’, the money was great and the annuities made the future worth the effort - beat the heck out of $15 hour at an office somewhere.  Life became very regular… it took a bit of effort from time to time to keep a good balance between family, work, and such.  We are happy.

Ariel got pregnant that next summer… we know who the Father is! Another baby girl, which made seven of us.  Janet wanted one more – something even – or so she says.  And when she was ready we made plans, consummated the pregnancy, and then continued.  I wanted to ‘be’ the Father for sure.  Ariel had her tubes tied when her baby was born.  She was happy with two and didn’t want the worry of another pregnancy.  Janet did the same after our last baby. 

We are an unusual and happy family… and hope to continue for many years to come.