2 comments/ 57729 views/ 42 favorites Janet's Story By: tw_holt Chapter 1 Janet sat in the uncomfortable chair next to her husband Harvey's, hospital bed. "Janet, please, I'll be fine. Go home, go to work, and come by when you can. They are just keeping me here for tests and observation." "I don't know, I feel like I should stay," Janet sighed, looking out his widow at the pouring summer evening rain. It had started storming on the way to the hospital. "Look the weather isn't so bad. Just drive carefully," Harvey said, patting her hand gently. "I'll be fine ok?" Janet sighed again, shaking her head, not wanting to go. She wasn't worried about the rain storm. She was worried about Harvey. She looked at him once more to see him smiling back at her. He was having tests done to monitor an issue with his kidney. Harvey had been having ongoing kidney problems for years. "Go. I'll be fine. Call me from work tomorrow. Come by see me during the weekend. It'll be fine, I promise," Harvey again patted her hand, urging her to go. Janet shook her head, attempting to smile back at Harvey, "I guess I can go into work tomorrow. I'll call you first thing in the morning though." "That's fine honey," Harvey assured her. Janet stood slowly, grabbing her purse, glancing out at the pouring rain, thankful she parked in a parking garage. She leaned down to give him a kiss on the lips and a hug. "Call me if you need anything, alright?" she asked. Harvey nodded and swatted at her butt as she turned around to leave. Janet paused at his room door, turned to give him one more smile, watched him grab the remote for his room's TV, thinking that maybe he'll be ok. Heading down the hallway toward the elevator, she felt unsure if she would be. Another flash of lightening startled Janet while sitting at a stop light on the way home from the hospital. She recounted Harvey's situation, hoping that he'd be ok, remembering that she herself, like her husband, only had one kidney left. If Harvey needed another one, he would have to go on a waiting list while a donor was searched for. Another flash of lightening brought her memories to the night before her surgery to donate one of her kidneys to Harvey. It was a stormy night just like this one. ******************** A flash of lightening silhouetted Janet and her doctor in her hospital room five years ago. The then 45 year old moaned, tossing her long red hair back, as her doctor, whose name she can't even remember, impaled her forcefully. He was tall, black, and huge in every way. Janet knew he'd be unable to resist her flirts and innuendo. It was only a matter of time before the doctor would risk getting fired and succumb to her charms, laying waste to her pussy right there on her bed. Another flash of lightening, Janet's legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, the doctor pumped his hips upward, eliciting another moan from her. She was an addict. She knew it; it had been this way her whole life, lying dormant until her late 30's. A visit to her sister Darla in Miami awakened her black cock fantasies. A third flash of lightening and the doctor threw his head back; spraying semen onto Janet's waiting face. She rubbed it into her skin, moaning, loving its smell, its texture, its taste. She slept like a baby that night, the anxiety of the operation fading from her. The operation was a success, Harvey's joy and thankfulness for pulling through with the help of his wife changed Janet. Nothing but guilt followed her now. The man she loved was scared for his life and thankful that his wife came to his aid. Yet the night before the surgery his wife was there, in another room, getting fucked by one of the black doctors. She had hit rock bottom. She decided to change after seeing Harvey's happy face, hearing him thank her, hearing him say he loved her. She decided to bury this fantasy, this fetish, this addiction for good. ******************** Shaking the memory and regrets of that night, she pulled into the driveway, rushed inside out of the rain and headed to bedroom. She showered, thought about calling Harvey, but decided against it, hoping he was getting his rest, and headed to bed herself. The next morning the day was clear and sunny. She called Harvey on the way to work, asking him how he was, checking to see if he needed anything. He assured her he was fine and asked that she have a great day and not to worry about him. Janet pulled into her office building's parking lot. She as the administrative assistant for the company's CEO, Bob, however she didn't start out that way. It was actually a requested demotion. After the kidney surgery she decided to make a change. She asked Bob if she could change positions, one that didn't involve working with the talent at one of the several magazines the company published. Luckily, sensing an underlying issue and not wanting to pry, Bob obliged, offering her an executive assistant position. She rarely saw any of the black models that came through for photo shoots or contract discussions. Every single black model that entered the doors of Elite Magazine for the five years Janet worked with talent relations tasted, fucked, and filled her pussy. She would take them to lunch, discuss a schedule, a contract, suck their cocks in the car, and after work meet them at their hotel if they were coming in from out of town and properly welcome them to the company. ******************** "What do you think about her?" Janet asked one young model, sitting on a couch in his hotel room several years ago. They were browsing a catalogue of white female models. He was going to pick one he liked and Janet would arrange their hotel accommodations and photo shoot next month. The then 42 year old went to her knees in front of him, pulled his cock out while he flipped through the catalog, sucking it until he found the model he wanted to shoot with. When he found her, she stood before him, stripped, and proceeded to service him for the rest of the evening before heading home later. That was her typical routine until she met Fat Rob. He was another associate of Bob's and he also was a talent scout of sorts. He found mostly found the white female models and most likely treated them the same way Janet treated the black male models. Inevitably, their paths crossed, producing months upon months of pussy-stretching by a hulking black man, with a massively thick cock. She learned over and over again why they called him Fat Rob. The affair abruptly ended when Janet went back to work after her kidney donation and started a new job. She saw Fat Rob every once in awhile, as he would have meetings with her boss, but only flirtation on his side came from it. He didn't seem too hurt by Janet's dismissal of his affections. Janet surmised he had several women in his stable to take her place. ******************** Sitting at her desk, picturing Harvey's smiling face after that kidney transplant surgery; she shook more regret from her mind and attempted to focus on work. It was difficult for Janet to do so, due to the fact that her employer's right-hand-woman, Fernanda was in his office, behind closed doors, moaning loudly, and most likely faking an orgasm with Bob. Janet sighed and rolled her eyes. When Fernanda arrived from Miami for special meetings with him they usually talked very little. After about 30 minutes, Fernanda exited his office through the large double doors, fixing her long dark hair. "Hi Janet!" the six foot tall beauty excitedly greeted her. Janet replied with a weary smile. Fernanda was always very nice, even if she did sleep with every one she came across. Perhaps that's why she was so friendly. "How is your husband?" She asked. "He's alright, at least I hope, tests are being run," Janet explained. "And you are here at the office?!?" Fernanda asked. "Yes, I'm here. Harvey insisted I come to work and that he'd be fine without me," she said, the sadness and worry was apparent in her reply. "Well it is settled," Fernanda said in her Puerto Rican accent, "You are coming out with me tonight. It is Friday, we will have fun. Harvey will be happy that you are out, will he not?" Deep down Janet knew Harvey would be happy to hear she went out with a friend, "I, I suppose. Maybe." "Good! We will go to dinner and then dancing. Do not tell me you are too old for that. You are gorgeous," Fernanda said. Janet sighed, smiling weakly, "I suppose. I don't want to stay out all night though. Harvey may need me." "I promise to have you home safely and at a reasonable time," Fernanda assured her. "Wear something sexy," she commanded, "because that's what you are!" Janet chuckled at the overly friendly woman. She had an idea what she could wear. She gave Fernanda her address after she insisted she drive, hinting that Janet could have a few drinks, they determined the time she would be picked up and a place they would go. Janet watched Fernanda leaving, waited a few moments, and then called Harvey. He said that would be a great idea for her to go out and have fun. Harvey reminded her how beautiful he thought she was, looking much younger than 50, and requested she party like the younger woman she looked like. Chapter 2 Standing in front of her body length mirror in the corner of her bedroom, Janet liked the light-green, short, cocktail dress she had picked out. It came to her mid thigh and was very tight. She hadn't worn it in five years, but followed Fernanda's request that she wear something sexy. She flipped up her long hair some, letting it fall down to her middle back, admiring the fresh dye job of dark auburn red she applied to it recently. She looked closely in the mirror at her makeup, touching up her eye shadow a bit to accentuate her big blue eyes. Janet was proud of the way she looked at 50. She spent most of her free time in the private gym she had in one of the rooms of their finished basement. She had cancelled her gym membership due to the fact she seduced every single black man she saw there. Often she would be riding cock in the steam room, getting plowed from behind in the alley behind the gym or sneaking into the men's locker room for a shower with three or four young men. When her husband came out of surgery healthy and happy, her gym sexual encounters was another thing that ended, having realized who really mattered in her life. Fernanda picked her up in a rental car, commented on her dress, and drove off to the restaurant for dinner. At dinner Janet learned the nightclub they were going to was one that other employees at the company frequented. This caused a bit of concern with Janet and she decided to ask Fernanda a question. "I'm not sure, how to put this," Janet said, taking a sip of her wine, "but you mentioned a lot of employees tend to visit this club. Does that include some of the models?" She hoped that more of the office workers would be there and not some of the black male models. "I believe so, yes! But I have not seen many," Fernanda said, a slight twinge of sadness in her voice. "I will keep my eyes open for you though!" "No, no, that's not what - " Janet started to say. "Ugh, who is calling me now?" Fernanda interrupted Janet, answering her phone, talking to one of her sisters in Spanish. Her call ended and Fernanda went on and one about Janet's hair or her dress or the fact she was glad to be out for the night. Eventually they left and headed to the nightclub. A feeling of nervousness came over Janet as the two women entered the building. It was crowded, making traversing the crowd difficult. Janet saw no one she recognized from her past position or current one. Fernanda didn't seem to either. The two ladies sat at the bar and Fernanda bought Janet a martini. After chatting for a few moments, followed by a shot of vodka, also provided by Fernanda, Janet was dragged on to the dance floor by the towering woman. Janet was wearing high heels, putting her height at 5'9", two inches taller than normal. Fernanda towered over her, her three inch pumps putting her at 6'3". Janet was feeling better at this point, being led by the hand by Fernanda, not seeing anyone she knew from the company, she began to loosen up. They danced, Janet buzzed enough to not care that Fernanda was grabbing her toned ass the whole time, feeling like it was going to be ok - no black male models from the magazine would be there. After several songs and Janet receiving proof that this Fernanda woman was bi-sexual, due to her slightly lewd compliments, bodily caresses, and kisses along Janet's neck, their dancing ended. Fernanda was smiling widely, looking behind Janet, across the room. She waved at someone. Janet turned around to see who. It was a coworker. Janet recognized her as Devin and saw her partially obscured by the crowd of people Fernanda was slowly dragging her by the hand through. As they approached the smiling blonde, more people dispersed, allowing Janet to get a better view. She observed Devin was sitting next to someone, nearly snuggling with the person on a couch. A few more people moved out the way, they got closer, Janet saw another blonde coworker on the other side of the couch named Nicky, followed by, as more people moved out the way, a third blonde who she didn't know. Finally they were a few feet away and that's when Janet saw who the ladies were sitting with on the couch. "Be cool, be calm, relax," Janet told herself, attempting to calm her speeding heart rate. The three blondes were sitting with the most amazing looking black man Janet had ever seen. Devin rose to greet Fernanda, hugging her warmly, turning to Janet to do the same. Nicky followed suit, politely hugging both women, and introducing the third unknown blonde as Kristen. Fernanda was giving the black man a long hug when Nicky was introducing Janet to Kristen. Janet glanced over to him as Fernanda ended their embrace, realizing she must know him as well. "Janet, this is Ulysses. I have been a friend of his family since I was in my early twenties or so," She smiled at Ulysses, "So a little over ten years, right?" Ulysses nodded politely, extending his hand to Janet, she quickly shook and smiled back. They all moved to a table, ordering a couple more drinks and some appetizers. Janet controlled her breathing, reminding herself that she's fine, that she is going to be ok, that Harvey is in the hospital and may need her at any moment. She ignored Ulysses for the most part, sitting a couple seats down from him, looking away from his muscular frame that the tight t-shirt highlighted with a pony tail of dreads, chatting mostly with Nicky and Kristen. Fernanda and Devin laughed and talked the most. Janet was unaware that Ulysses sat quietly at the table, most likely accompanying these women out just to be nice, or ran into them and got dragged along on their Friday night outing. Either way he was quiet and seemed shy. Fernanda directed the conversation back to Janet, suggesting that she and Ulysses go dance and that they will catch up with them later. Ulysses turned to Janet and shrugged, smiling awkwardly again, "Would you like to?" "Um, well," Janet didn't want to but before she could politely decline, Fernanda stood and interrupted her. "Yes, yes, go and have fun," She said ushering Janet to stand and follow Ulysses. "Go, we'll catch up later!" Fernanda and the three blondes scurried away toward another area of the club out of sight. Janet watched them leave, her eyes widening when she felt her hand being softly held, turning to see Ulysses nodding at her. She nodded back and followed him through the crowd of people. He was tame. Not once did he touch her in an inappropriate way. Janet couldn't help but smile at this, thinking about one time in a crowded club similar to this one with Fat Rob several years ago, his cock out, Janet jerking it, then bending over for him to discreetly penetrate her while they danced. Ulysses never once tried anything with her. "So you work with Fernanda?" Ulysses asked as they danced. "Sort of. I'm her boss's assistant." "Oh. So you probably don't see my stepmom much either then?" Ulysses asked. "Your stepmom?" Janet asked back. "Yeah, DevinDevin. She's technically not my stepmom anymore. Her and my father are no longer together. But I still think of her as that and we're still very close." Ulysses explained. Janet had no idea," I see so the other women were, or are, your step aunts then?" she asked with a smile. "That's right. We all still hang out. They are good people." Ulysses said. "Yeah it seems so," she replied, still dancing. "So you're husband is in the hospital? I heard them say something about it." "Yes, he is. Hopefully will be home soon," Janet informed him, feeling slight guilt that she was out. "Well, it sounds like he'll be ok. It's good that you're getting out and relaxing," Ulysses said as the DJ changed to another song. More people moved to the dance floor, forcing Janet to get closer to Ulysses, her hands going to his shoulders. "It's getting crowded," She observed. "Yeah. We can go and sit if you like," He suggested. Janet nodded, holding his hand, following him through the crowd back to their original table. For the next hour or so that chatted about Janet's work history, not mentioning how she treated the models, and also about her husband and her family. Ulysses did the same, saying he hasn't done any photo shoots with Elite Mag, telling Janet that it's mostly advertisements for sport wear, fitness magazines and so on that he works for - the total opposite of what Elite Mag features, which is content for black males age 18-35. It was a pleasant conversation, with Janet forgetting how attractive he was, proud of herself that she wasn't flirting or coming on to him. Fernanda and the other women returned eventually, smiling, their hair slightly messed up, Janet not knowing where they had headed off to. "Ok Janet, are you ready? I promised to get you home at a decent time!" Fernanda said, standing behind Janet, placing her hands on her shoulders. "Uh, sure," She said, smiling at Ulysses. "It was nice talking to you," she said. "Yes, likewise, I hope the rest of your evening is good," He stood with her, gentlemanly shaking her hand. They all said their goodbyes and left. Janet couldn't help but smile at herself on the way home. She had done, or rather, not done it. She didn't come on to him, she didn't try to seduce him, she was going home and that was that. Fernanda informed Janet she was taking her out again tomorrow and that it was be just the two of them and Ulysses. Janet nodded saying that was fine. She told herself everything was ok, she wasn't going to revert back to her old ways. Chapter 3 "Hi sweety," Janet answered her phone the next morning. It was her daughter Marie checking in on her father. That chatted for a few moments about his condition and outlook. "He told you to go home?" Marie asked. "Yep, said he'd be fine. I'll go see him later today. I'm going to hang out with a friend tonight," Janet said. "Well good, I think that'll be nice for you to get out," Marie replied. They ended their phone call a few minutes later and Janet finished getting ready to go to the hospital to visit Harvey. She briefly thought back to her 30 year old daughter's wedding day. ******************** It was 6 years ago. Marie had been out of college for a couple years and was marrying a man her parent's age. He was a plastic s surgeon, having already performed some enhancements on Marie's body, and was very well off in Miami. "Ok sweety, are you rea - " Janet stopped, frozen in place in the door way to her daughter's dressing room, watching Marie in her wedding dress on her knees, sucking a glorious cock of one of the black employees of the resort the wedding was at. Marie turned to her mother, giving her a devilish grin, motioning her to come in with her free hand. Janet slowly entered the room, without saying a word, went to her knees next to her daughter and shared the cock with her. Janet's Story Authors note: This story is very unlike any other story I have written before. I usually write BDSM or Incest/Taboo stories. I never thought that I would write a non-consent story. But this is at the request of a good friend. It is her fantasy. The following is a complete work of fiction and I know that this type of story does not appeal to all readers. Warning: This story includes forced non-consensual sex acts. If you find these subjects offensive please do not read any further. * Janet awoke slowly, her head pounding. Slowly she opened her eyes as her senses began to come into focus. As consciousness returned to her she began to take stock of her situation. She is hanging naked by her arms secured with heavy chains from a large wooden beam in the ceiling. A large hard rubber ball is stuffed into her mouth held tightly in place by a strap around her head cutting into her lips. Panic overtook her, Janet began screaming into the gag and struggling wildly yanking her arms against the restraints with tears rolling from her eyes but movement is impossible, escape impossible. Janet struggled futilely until exhaustion forced her to stop and breathing heavy with sweat dripping from her body she began to focus on her surroundings. She could not see much of the room around her since there only is a small light above her head allowing her to see only a few feet beyond where she stood. The room is cold and silent and no light seeps into the room from outside nor can she see the walls to the room from where she stands. Janet stood on the balls of her feet as she struggled to relieve the pressure mounting in her wrists and shoulders. She was tied with her arms pulled above her head, her wrists held with rope that bit into her skin secured to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Her ankles cramped painfully as the rope holding her wrists forced her to stand on the balls of her feet to maintain contact with the floor. Her legs were left unbound, but the small bit of freedom would do her little relief with her arms tied as they were. The gag however, that had been stuffed into her mouth was still firmly lodged between her teeth causing more discomfort and helplessness. The gag bit deeply into the sides of her mouth and her jaw began cramping painfully. As the minutes pass Janet searched her memory for an answer to how she got here, she remembered leaving the mall and walking out into the mall parking garage and standing beside her car, beyond that her memory is blank. Again tears began to flow down her cheeks; tears of frustration, pain and fear. Suddenly she hears a disembodied male voice coming from the darkness. "Janet Walker, 31 years old 125 lbs. 5 feet 7 inches tall, firm size C breasts, brown hair, brown eyes." Hearing this Janet began to squirm again, low whimpering sounds began to come from her gagged mouth. The voice continued. "Kidnapped just a few hours ago she has only just recently awoken and has no idea what is in store for her. She will be tortured, broken and rebuilt to except her new role in life." At that moment, the entire room was lit with several bright lights revealing to Janet, for the first time, that she is in a room about twenty feet square with solid stone walls and bare dirt floor. It looks like a dungeon cell. The light was bright and Janet was forced to shut her eyes to shield them, but even when opened she saw only a blur through her desperate, tear filled eyes. After hearing the voice, again she burst into desperate, yet futile struggling. Every muscle in her small body flexed against the restraints. All the while Janet let out long shrill wails into the gag, which succeeded in keeping even her desperate cries for mercy restrained and helpless. Oblivious to, or encouraged by her struggles, Janet could not tell which, the voice continued to narrate about what was about to happen to her. "The life and identity that you once knew is over." He said calmly. Janet twitched pulling slightly on her wrists causing a sharp pain in return as the ropes dug deeper. Continuing, the voice said "you have been taken from your former life, and will never be allowed to return to it. Now we will take from you your very identity destroying forever the person that you were, and creating in her place a submissive, obedient, slave. We will begin your transformation by teaching you to answer to your new name." "From now on you will only answer to your new name, Slave." He spoke the words as if he had said them hundreds of times to hundreds of women. Janet recoiled in fear pulling to get free, while screaming pleads of mercy through the gag. "Please don't do this! Oh please I'll do anything; just don't hurt me!" Janet screamed these words and many others like them, but only she could hear them, for the gag transformed her words into unrecognizable and meaningless sounds. Janet jumped and let out a small yelp through the gag as she saw the large metal door in front her swing open and a man walk in. He was then followed by two more, with one of the men carrying a long slender box. Janet watched as the first man walked up to her and stopped just three feet from where she hung helplessly. He then lifted into Janet's view a long leather whip. At that moment Janet caught in the face of her tormentor something that chilled her to the bone. In his face she could see that even though her words were muffled he knew full well what she was saying and what she wanted. He had heard it before hundreds of times and it only excited him more. Hopelessness began to settle on her now, as she came to grips with the reality that this was going to happen, and she was powerless to stop it. To Janet's surprise, her tormentor began removing her gag by unfastening it from behind her head and removed the ball that had been lodged between her teeth for hours. As soon as the gag was removed a rush of relief as well as a small amount of hope that this ordeal may be coming to an unexpected ending; Janet repeated her earlier pleadings. "Please I beg you, don't do this! Let me go, and I will do anything for you, get anything for you, please!" "What is your name!" was his only reply as the man raised the whip above his head. Janet paralyzed with fear and shock said nothing. She simply froze in place not sure what to do. Then the whip fell, streaming across her chest from the top of her right breast up over her shoulder, and finally resting its savage momentum on her shoulder blade. Pain swelled across her chest and now perfectly audible cries were let loose from her now unfettered mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she winced in pain, but then another fell upon her this time across her belly, this was followed by another then three more after that, in rapid succession. The whip fell across her breasts, thighs and then two more dealt punishment to her buttocks. The whip continued to fall across her body never striking in the same place twice. Her chest, back, thighs and buttocks all felt the punishment. The whip continued to fall against her bare and unprotected skin its target area alternating at random. Finally, unable to take it any longer and nearly out of breath from screaming in pain Janet let out in a raspy exhausted voice, "Slave" "What is your name," the man asked again. "Slave, my name is Slave," cried Janet in complete pain and agony. She let her head fall limp her body dangling from her wrists. Her torturer had stopped his whipping. "Say it again, What is your name?" "Slave, my name is Slave," not being able to lift her head. "Very good Slave, you are learning fast." Screams came from the television as Greg Walker sat watching the DVD of the young woman being tortured. This was already the third time he had watched the DVD that had come in the mail that very day. As the DVD reached the part where the brown haired woman was having her ass whipped Greg found that his mind wandering slightly. He could not believe it had been only forty-eight hours since his wife had been purposely abducted. The service that had been hired for his wife's training promised results guaranteed. But this was better than anything he could have imagined. He still could hardly believe that his wive had willingly agreed to go through with this. He could not wait for the next video of his wife's transformation to arrive. "Slave, would you like to suck my cock?" he asked nonchalantly. He stood waiting for her response. Janet hung there again not sure how to answer, not knowing which answer would give her more or less pain. But fearing punishment if she hesitated to long she blurted out her honest answer. "No. No please don't make me." She managed to speak in a low trembling voice. The torturer did not even react he did he not even move. Instead Janet felt something press against for right buttock then a searing jolt of electricity shooting through her body. Her whole body shook and quivered from the jolt. She realized that one of the two men standing behind her that she had almost completely forgotten about must of shocked her with some kind of electrical device. Janet screamed in pain and horror as she felt the device again press against her skin. She screamed and kicked her legs, twisting and turning trying to escape it. Finally the shock subsided but the pain remained as the wound burned and throbbed. Tears flowed down her face soaking her face and chest. "Stop, Oh god stop, I'll suck your cock please just stop hurting me," Janet cried out in a desperate plea to stop from being shocked again. The man stopped and looked at her, "Do you want to be fucked with all of your holes being used?" Janet hesitated for only a fraction of a second as his words sank in, but that fraction was all it took. Again the painful device was pressed into her skin. This time into her left buttock. Fresh agony shot through her body. Her voice hoarse from screaming let out another shriek as she felt the electrical shock tear through her body. "It is called a cattle prod and we can be here all day until you tell me what I want to here," the man standing in front of her finally spoke. "Yes, I want to be fucked! Yes I want to be fucked." Janet let out the words as if held in against some enormous pressure. She didn't care she just wanted the pain to stop. She sobbed uncontrollably and a wave of pure exhaustion fell over her and she gasp for breath. "Do you want all of your holes used?" the man asked. "Yes, use all of my holes," Janet replied her will to resist now completely gone. "Good. You're learning how to be a good little slave." Janet's torturer patronized her. But she was to out of it to even notice and she barely felt the cold misty spray that hit her face just below her nostrils. Within moments Janet felt her consciousness slip away from her and darkness fell around her as her eye lids closed off the light in the room. Janet awoke laying on her back on a hard metal platform inside a small cell. She was still naked and her arms were tied painfully across her chest. With her left wrist being tied to the right side of the table and her right wrist tied to the left. Her shoulders burned with the pain of being stretched to the extreme and it prevented her from moving even a tiny bit without great pain. Her legs were tied to the sides of the bed at the ankle leaving her spread and exposed. The ball-gag was also back in her mouth. When she first awoke and tried to sit up in addition to her arms and legs being secured there was another strap across her chest just below her breasts holding her flat on the table. She could not tell how long she had been locked in this room, which had no windows and no light. She sat in total darkness. She awoke a while ago and found herself here. Her breasts still stung and throbbed from the whip. Every part of her body ached from her earlier tortures as well as the uncomfortable position she was stuck in for what had to be hours at least. Tears had fallen steadily since she woke up but her dehydrated body had run out of tears. Now she laid there wondering why she had willing decided to go through with this. She began to recall the very conversation she had with her husband. "Greg I want to be a good wife for you. I want to please you in the bedroom. I have this desire to submit to you. I want it to be real, but I could never be able to go through with this willingly. I need to be forcibly broken and trained. It is the only way in which my submission to you will be genuine." There would be no going back. Once she had signed the consent form there would be no more save word, no more begging for mercy. Her submission would be as real as it gets. She would no longer just be playing the role of a submissive. There would be no going back now. Eventually they did finally come for her. Janet had no idea how long she had waited but all she knew was it was far too long. She was released from the bed and allowed to shower and finally given some food and water to eat. She had forgotten the last time she had eaten and it was the first small amount of pleasure she had felt since being abducted. It would not last long however. As soon as she finished eating Janet's arms were secured behind her back and was lead still naked by two men into another room that had a metal table with padded top set in the middle of it. The table had four legs with support bars connecting all four of the legs a few inches from the ground. As she was lead closer to the table Janet could tell it was exactly waist height to her and she soon found out why. She was bent over the table lengthwise and her arms released then were pulled over the other side of the table and bound with several thick cable ties to one of the support bars near the floor. Janet didn't struggle much as they bound her. She knew these men would easily over power her if she tried to escape. Her legs were spread and tied to each table leg at the ankle. The table was just long enough that bent over at the waist her head stuck out over the other end. She was now painfully stretched over the length of the table completely nude her bare breast pressed into the cold vinyl that began to warm from her body. She was totally exposed. Finally one of the men spoke. "You begged to be fucked and now you will get what you asked for." Janet tensed as he spoke. She was not surprised by the man telling her she was about to be fucked. She had expected it from when she was first taken but to hear it out loud and to know it was coming at any moment sent chills up her spine and she pulled a little at her wrists but they were tight and not getting any looser. She froze as three naked men entered the room and approached her. One took position at her head and the other from behind while the third stood off to the side. Janet was suddenly staring straight into a large and very erect cock. "Wait I... I didn't mean...." Janet started to protest but she was cut off as the man fitted a metal gag into her mouth and fastened it around her neck. The gag both prevented her from speaking and from closing her mouth. Once the gag was in place the man rammed his cock into her mouth and began thrusting in and out. At the same time she felt the other man penetrating her pussy and began pounding away at her. The pain was intense as her pussy was fucked dry and her delicate insides were fucked raw. All the while nearly choking on the cock being jammed down her throat. Then before she had even adjusted to the double fucking another searing pain shot across her back and a guttural moan was muffled by the cock in her mouth. The third man was biding his time by whipping her across her exposed back. Janet yanked at her bonds instinctively but it only cut her skin and gained her nothing. And again the whip came down and she yelped and gasped for breath between the man's thrusts. For several minutes this continued until both men shot their loads into her. She felt there warm cum shooting deep into her pussy as well as down her throat and overflowing down her chin. When the men were finished the two who had just fucked her mouth and pussy left the room and two more entered and just as before one of the new men stood to the side and the man who had whipped her before took position at her back and the other new man stood at her head. Janet's despair was complete as she realized this would continue endlessly. But her thought was cut short as the she felt her tight ass being invaded by a hard thick cock. "No Please Don't" but the gag in her mouth muffled her voice as again she was answered with a cock forced into her throat. And as the thrusting began from both ends soon Janet felt the sting of the whip across her back. The pain in her back and ass was incredible. Janet could not believe the pain as her ass was torn apart from the inside as it was fucked totally dry. This cycle would continue unabated over and over again an endless stream of cocks would just pound away at her for what seemed like several hours, but she had no way of really knowing for sure. Always one in her mouth, but the men behind her would alternate from pussy to ass. Each and every man knowing to switch. Finally Janet was released from the table and barely able to walk on her own she was led over to a shower in the corner of the room to be cleaned by two other naked women accept for the black leather collars they wore around their necks with white numbers embroidered into them. They never spoke a word to her. Then she would be taken back to her cell and given some food and water. Then allowed to sleep on a thin mattress with a single blanket on the floor. This cycle would repeat itself nonstop for several days. Janet had no way of knowing. Lights were always on and she never saw the sun. It could have been days, weeks, or even months. Occasionally Janet would be forced to exercise on a tread mill or stair climber for 30 minutes before she was brought back to the room where she would be returned to the table and the fucking would continue without pause. As this routine went on Janet's psyche began to unravel her former self striping away and leaving a hollow shell in its wake. She did not fight, and no longer hoped for release or even death. She was incapable of even comprehending her situation ever improving. She simply endured, day after day. If she struggled to resist they would just over power her, torture her again, each time more painful than the time before, and force her to do whatever they wanted her to do anyway. Her will was beginning to break. Greg was anxious to get home from work. It had been a few days since he had received his last update from the slave wife training service that he and his wife had hired to train her to become a willing and completely obedient sex slave. He was hoping that the next DVD update would be at home waiting in his mail box. So far every updated had surpassed the previous one. After watching the first DVD he had since seen his former wife and future slave shocked with a cattle prod and begged to be fucked. The next update showed man after man fucking her mouth, cunt and ass as she was tied down to a metal table. The first few times she was tied face down bent over at the waist, but soon after that each other time she would be tied face up with her neck bent back over the edge of the table so that the man using her mouth would have easier access. Greg was so excited as he slid the newest DVD to arrive into the player. Quickly the screen opened to a view of a room in which his former wife was standing in the middle of. Her arms were secured behind her back and attached to a chain anchored into the floor. Soon he saw a naked man he had seen many time before enter the room. As the man approached Janet she knelt down to her knees and opened her mouth. "Please Sir fuck my mouth with your cock," came the words from Janet's mouth. Janet's Story The man then moved closer so that Janet had to strain at her bonds to just barely reach the man's cock with her mouth. Soon the man stepped a little bit closer forcibly shoving his cock down her throat and grabbing her by the hair to begin fucking her mouth with his shaft. After several minutes Greg could see that the man was cumming down Janet's throat. As Janet started to lick and clean the cock that had just come in her mouth two more people enter the room. A clothed man leading a naked woman who stared down at the floor wearing only a collar around her neck. The man who just had his cocked suck on then left the room. Greg than heard the clothed man speak. "Slave it is time for your first pussy licking training session." This had been one of Greg's requests. He wanted his slave to be trained to serve both sexes. The man then spanked the naked woman on her ass as the woman moved over to wear Janet knelt on the floor. Without any hesitation at all Janet immediately put her mouth and tongue to work between the legs of the woman. For several minutes Greg watched as Janet worked her tongue over the slit of the women standing over her. Slowly he could see Janet getting more and more into it. The woman's breathing began to get a little deeper and Greg could see her breasts starting to rise more and more. Then the woman spoke, "Please Sir, Slave Seven-Five-Four requests permission to come." "Granted," spoke the man. Greg watched as the other slave woman came all over Janet's mouth. When the slave had finished with her climax the man then spoke, "Return to your cell." Then he went behind Janet released her arms from the chain holding her to the floor, but kept her arms secured behind her. Next he removed an object from a pocket. It appeared to be a smaller chain with two clips on the end. He attached one clip to each of Janet's nipples then led her out of the room by the other end pulling hard on her breasts. The next scene on the DVD showed the room with the metal table in which Greg had seen his wife brutally fucked on many times before. Soon a naked man followed by Janet and then two other men entered the room. Janet walk straight over to stand next to the table. He then heard the first man say, "Back." With that simple command Janet laid her back onto the table spread her legs wide open then hung her head over the other end. Unlike before the men did not secure her to the table. The first man than moved between her stretched legs placing his cock at her cunt lips. Momentarily the camera zoomed in as her cunt lips parted to let the large cock enter her body. Greg could see that her pubic hair had been cleanly removed leaving her cunt bare. The camera than zoomed back out to show the other men working his cock in and out of Janet's mouth. The man using her mouth finished first. As soon as he was done spurting his hot cum load into Janet's mouth he withdrew his cock and moved from the room. The third man then took his place at her head as another man entered the room to stand next to the table and await for the next open hole. Greg stopped counting the number of men after about fifteen or so. He had been so busy stroking his cock at what was happening on the screen. He was watching as his once wife was now getting gang banged without having to be tied down. The plan to convert his wife into a sex slave was going better than he could ever have expected. The Slave Training Institute that he and his wife had found after extensive online research was doing a fantastic job. At first the two of them were not sure that the Institute was truly for real. But after contacting them, getting several references and talking with former clients that all had nothing but raving reviews about the services results. After talking about it together for several days they both decided that this was what they need to do. Greg had met Janet while he was still in college. He became almost immediately in love with the beautiful young woman. He was a little dismayed that she wanted to wait until after marriage before they slept together. She had been raised in an extremely conservative household and sex outside of marriage was just to taboo and something she could not bring herself to do. But even after they were married Janet had great difficulty letting herself go in the bedroom. She wanted desperately to please her husband, but her conservative upbringing kept getting in the way. They had tried role playing but it was never enough for Janet. Her conservative upbringing would not let her be who she desired to be. And having a save word and knowing that she could end it at any time she wanted just would not do. It needed to be real in order for her to truly submit. Janet was being led by clips attached to each of her nipples connected to a chain leash held in the hand of one of her tormentors into a room she had never been brought into before. Every so often the man would pull suddenly on the leash. Janet was forced to quicken her step because if either or both of the clips came loose it would only be more painful as the blood rushed back in tot he nipple than the initial pain of the clips being attached. Then the spring tension on the clip would only be made tighter before being re-attached to her nipple. This room was much different from all the others which she had been brought into before. This room was tiled from floor to ceiling unlike the others which had stone walls and either dirt or concrete floors. Guided into the center of the room the man holding the leash commanded her to, "Kneel." Now kneeling in the center of the room her escort removed her nipple leash and left her alone in the room. But this was not for long. Soon four naked men entered the room with one taking a place in front of her and the other three on either side and behind here. Then all at once each of the four men let loose a hot stream of golden liquid from their cocks. The man in front coated both of her breasts and abdomen while the men at her back and sides each covered their respective areas as well. As each of the men finished they left the room only to be replaced by another to continue bathing Janet in a stream of hot golden piss. Most let their stream coat Janet's upper body, but several aimed for her face, hair and ears. Soon her whole head and upper body were covered in piss with the excess running down over her legs to form a pool around her. Finally the last man entered the room taking his place at Janet's front. "Open," he said in a commanding voice. Janet hesitated not know what he meant. When without warning a strong hand slapped her hard across the face. "Open your mouth Slave," the man once again commanded. Instantly now knowing what the man intend do Janet opened her mouth as wide as possible. Soon her mouth began to fill with the hot golden liquid. The taste was worst than the smell. She did not think she could stop herself from vomiting. Then the man spoke, "Drink it all down and don't spill a drop." Hearing this Janet began to swallow the horror-able tasting liquid. Greg stared at the image on the screen in stunned silence. He had just watched his wife being turned in to a human urinal. The next DVD update arrived a few days later. Greg ripped open the plain brown packaging and instantly put the disk in to the player and pressed play. On the screen appeared Janet kneeling unrestrained in a room with solid walls and a concrete floor. Greg could hear a door off screen open and close then a man caring something in his hand came into few. "Turn and present your ass," Greg heard the man speak. Upon hearing the command Janet turned completely around and leaned forward down onto her elbows. The man raised back the long thin rod he was holding in his hand. A long thin bamboo cane whip. Without hesitation the man laid into Janet's upturned ass. As he pulled back to strike again Janet did not scream out in pain as she had before. Instead she scream, "One, Thank you. Please Sir this slave deserves another." With that the man lashed out again. Followed by Janet screaming out, "Two, Thank you. Please Sir this slave deserves another." Finally only after Janet's ass had been beaten into bloody pulp and she screamed after the last lash, "Thirty, Thank you. Please Sir this slave deserves another," did her assailant put down the whip. The camera then zoomed in to take a close up of the damage done to Janet's bare ass. Greg could see that there were several long red welts, a few had even broken the skin and were bleeding slightly. The rest of her ass was a dark crimson red. "Spread your ass," the man now commanded. Hearing this Janet reached behind to her battered and bruised ass cheeks and pulled them apart exposing her back hole. The man then moved forward pressing his cock into her asshole and began to furiously pound into it with his cock. His stamina was like nothing Greg had ever seen before. He continued to pound into her ass hard and relentlessly. Finally after what seemed like forever he unloaded his seed deep into Janet's bowels. As he began pulling his deflating cock from her ass Janet spoke, "Thank you Sir for fucking my ass. Please may I clean my filth from your cock?" "Yes." Hearing this word Janet spun herself around thrusting her open mouth onto the cock that had just been deep in her bowels. She began licking and sucking on it with abandonment. Moving her lips and tongue along one side then the other. Next she sucked each one of the his balls into her mouth licking them clean. As Janet continued to lick and clean the cock in her mouth Greg heard a new voice come over the TV speakers, "Your Slave will be ready for pickup in one week. You will be notify 24 hours in advance of the time and location." Then the screen faded to black. Six days later Greg's final update on his wife's progress arrived. The screen opened to view a large room that unlike the others room so far appeared to have a padded floor covered in black vinyl. Soon his wife entered the room followed three naked men. Kneeling at the center of the room the three men surrounded Janet. Taking the middle man's cock into her mouth then encircling the cocks of both men standing on either side of him with her hands Janet began jerking the two cocks in her hands while the middle man grabbed her by the top of hair and ferociously fucked her mouth with his cock. Soon the man in her mouth began dumping is load of cum into her mouth. As soon as he pulled his cock out Janet replaced his cock with the one she was jerking with her right hand. Then the man on her left began cumming all over her left breast. Just as soon as one of the men left the room another entered and took there positions. This continued through several rotations of men. As soon as one man's cock came he would leave to be replaced by another. If the cock in her mouth came first Janet would replace it with one of the other two cocks she was jerking off with her hands. Otherwise if one of the two cocks she was jerking off came its load of cum would be sprayed all over her face, breast, hair, even into her ears. After the last man came spraying is load of cum directly into Janet's face the camera zoomed in to show a close up of her face and body completely covered in hot sticky cum. Greg was just about to press stop and then replay the DVD when the screen changed to view another new room. This room had a table shaped like giant Y in the middle. Greg watched as Janet entered the room to lie down on the table with her head at one end and her legs spread out on the other ends. He watched her lie there for several moments before a man carrying a leather strap entered the room. "What does this slave want?" he asked. Janet answered by replying, "This slave wants her cunt whipped." With that the man let fly with the whip hitting Janet directly on top of her most sensitive of spots. Instinctively Janet pulled her legs together slightly before spreading them apart again. Then said, "One, Thank you. Please Sir this slave deserves another." The whip continued to fly striking Janet from one inner thigh to the other than again finding its mark directly in the middle. With each fall of the whip Janet counted, "Six, Thank you. Please Sir this slave deserves another." It wasn't until the count reached, "Twenty, Thank you. Please Sir this slaves deserves another," did the whip stop its lashing. Then the camera zoomed in to show a close up of Janet's beaten and bruised cunt. The voice came over the TV speakers, "Your slave will be ready for pick up in 24 hours. Please follow the instructions enclosed with this update precisely." Greg followed the enclosed instructions telling him to drive to a town several hours away. There he was to check into a specific hotel. A room would already be reversed under his name. He was then to wait in his room until he received further instructions. After waiting in his room for about an hour there was knock on the door. Greg answered the door to find a very elegantly dressed woman standing there. She appeared to be in her mid forties. "Greg Walker you are to come with me," was all the woman said. Then turned to walk away as Greg followed her out of his room. Downstairs the two exited the hotel to find a large windowless van parked out front. The woman opened the side sliding door and said, "You are to get in back." After Greg got in she closed the door and climbed in to the passenger seat next to the driver. A curtain hanging behind the front seats prevented Greg from seeing as to where he was being driven to. After driving for what seemed like hours the van finally came to a stop. The sliding door of the van opened to reveal that the van had driven into what looked like a large warehouse. As Greg stepped out of the van he was greeted by well dressed man in a business suit, "Mr. Walker, Welcome to the Slave Wife Training Institute. I am Mr. Bartlett the Director." He then held out his hand to shake with Greg. "If you follow me I will take you to pick-up your new slave." Greg followed Mr. Bartlett through a set of doors and then down a long corridor. Eventually the two entered a room near the end. "Please have seat in here and I will have your new slave brought out in a few minutes." Then Mr. Bartlett left the room. Sitting on the couch Greg waited impatiently not sure what he expected to happen next. The room he was in had a door on one side in which he had entered and another entrance draped with a curtain on the other end. Soon the curtain parted in the middle and Mr. Bartlett re-entered the room. Following him was the same woman who had picked up Greg at the hotel except now she has nude except for a black leather collar around her neck with the number 654 embroidered in white letters on it. The woman's body was gorgeous with full round hips and breasts and near perfect curves every where else. Large gold rings pierced each of her silver dollar sized nipples. But what caught Greg's attention the most was the leash she was holding in her hand and what was crawling at the other end. The woman led her charge to the center of the room in front of where Greg was sitting then pulled up on the leash and the woman at the other end knelt and placed her arms behind her back. "May I now present Slave Eight-One-Two," said Mr. Bartlett. "The number of course is just for inventory purposes. Since you are now her owner you of course can call her what ever you like." "Slave Eight-One-Two, I kind of like the sound of that. I think that will work just fine," said Greg. "Stand for inspection Slave Eight-One-Two,"ordered Mr. Bartlett. Janet hearing those words immediately jumped up to her feet, spread her legs wide, and placed her hands behind her head. As Greg stood to inspect his new slave Mr. Bartlett again began to speak, "I think you will be fully satisfied with your new slave. She should not give you any trouble. But our work here comes fully guaranteed. If she does give you any problems you can return her to us at anytime for remedial training free of charge." The woman handed Greg his wife's leash and Greg took it from her. As Greg stood there now holding the leash he stared at his former wife. She held her head up but her eyes looked down at the ground. He looked up and down at her naked. There were still several red marks left from the whip, but nothing that appeared as if it would leave a permanent mark. Next he examined the thick black leather collar around her neck with 812 embroidered in white on it. He then commanded her for the first time as he would for the rest of her life. "Kneel before me slave!" he surprised himself at the force behind his words but he watched as Janet knelt before him as she was ordered. She kept her eyes down toward the floor and did not look up and simply waited for further instructions. "What is your purpose, slave?" he asked. Janet answered without pause, "I am a slave and you are my Master and my purpose is to serve my Master in any way that he wishes." Greg could not believe how well this had turned out, and how satisfied he was. He pulled on his slaves leash and ordered her to follow. She did so without hesitation as he led his now trained slave out the door and toward her knew existence of total servitude. The End, for now? Authors note: The preceding is a complete work of fantasy and fiction. I do not personal condone any such behavior as described above. I am not sure if I will ever write a non-consent story again. If you the readers enjoyed this story please let me know by commenting and voting. If I receive some good positive comments and feedback I may consider writing another chapter. Thanks Susan. Janet's Story That was the first of several threeways she and Marie participated in over the next year. Often visiting her daughter in Miami, going out, meeting men and servicing them while Marie's husband worked or slept. Two of those men, Ronnie and Rodney, were brothers and on many nights in Miami they were being taken by them. Mother and daughter each riding a cock, climaxing, and then switching to the other man. Ronnie and Rodney were brutes, huge, muscular black men that took turns with them all night. ******************** Janet shook the memory from her head, finished her hair, grabbed her coat and left to see Harvey. He was in good spirits, informing Janet he'd be home on Monday morning. She insisted she not go into work that day, Harvey reluctantly agreed, suggesting they have a little bit of bed room fun. Janet chuckled and agreed. That evening Fernanda picked Janet up once more. Having followed her suggestion to again dress sexy, Janet was wearing another similar dress - this one light blue. They went to another nightclub, Ulysses met them there, they ate, talked, and eventually the three of them danced. Fernanda pointed out to Ulysses how amazing Janet looked for a 50 year old. He couldn't believe she was that age, stating she didn't look much older than his stepmom, who had recently turned 40. Janet was flattered, suggesting her time in gym, and genetics is where the credit goes. Janet was proud of herself. She again was able control or suppress any urges she may have had and still allow herself to have a nice evening. When a slightly intoxicated, Fernanda, suggested they head back to Ulysses' apartment, Janet happily went along. She wondered about her ride home, perhaps, she could drive Fernanda's rental car and then arrange to have it pick up in the morning. More alcohol flowed down Fernanda's throat at Ulysses' apartment. There was loud laughter, silly flirtations, and lap dances for both Janet and Ulysses. Janet simply watched on in amusement. That amusement turned to discomfort when Fernanda disappeared to a back room, emerging a few minutes later, standing before Janet and Ulysses on the couch completely naked. "It is time to have even more fun," she said, clumsily going to her knees and crawling toward Ulysses. Janet's looked on with her mouth hanging open at an uncomfortable Ulysses. He clearly wasn't thinking Fernanda would do this with someone else around. "Um, I, uh," He back away from her as best he could. Fernanda approached him, resting her large breasts on Ulysses crotch; she put her index finger on his mouth, urging him to be quiet. He turned to Janet, looking apologetically at her; she looked back embarrassed for both of them. Then Fernanda did it. She did something that stopped time for Janet. Ulysses was struggling with her, trying to get the drunken woman to calm down and stop, but he couldn't; perhaps he wasn't assertive enough. Fernanda had managed to unbutton and unzip his cargo shorts, reach in, fish around, and pull out his cock. Janet eyes became fixated on it. Time stopped, her memories returned, she was unable to look away from its magnificence. ******************** Janet remembers the first day she saw one. She was visiting her sister, who at the time, lived in Tampa Bay, Florida. Her older sister, Darla, was on her knees just like Fernanda was, naked and sucking her next door neighbor's massive black rod. His name was Tony and when Janet saw his colossal cock, she froze in place, dropping her bags on the floor, her mouth agape. Darla turned to her sister and smiled. Janet slowly made her to them, not saying a word to anyone; she went to her knees next to Darla and looked on in amazement. Darla, grabbing it by the based, popped it out of her mouth, and then offered it to Janet. Janet looked at it a few moments. "Taste it. Taste what a man tastes like. Better than little Harvey, I'm sure," Darla scornfully said. Janet was unable to speak. She moved forward, gulping as the glistening cockhead got closer and closer to her salivating mouth. Then she did it. She opened wide and engulfed the tip. What followed was a visit to her sister's that changed her life. That whole four day visit was spent with Tony sneaking over, or them sneaking into Tony's backyard late at night, while his wife slept to have sex with him in the hot tub. This began her descent. Darla moved to Miami a couple years later. Janet, her daughter Marie, and now her sister, all went hunting for black guys during Janet's visits. Ronnie and Rodney were frequent sexual partners to the three women. Tony even made the trip to Miami a few times nearly breaking Marie's bed with the three women taking turns riding him. Here Janet was 11 years later, staring at Ulysses' cock in the same manner and awe she stared at Tony all those years ago. ******************** "Oh my," Janet finally looked away when Fernanda engulfed the tip. "I, uh," She trailed off looking around for her purse. "It has been a while since I've had this dick," Fernanda said, taking it out of her mouth with that familiar loud pop. "Ok, that's enough," Ulysses said, gently pushing Fernanda away. "Not tonight, ok?" He stood, helping her stand and walked her back to the bedroom. Janet was looking for the keys to Fernanda's rental car when Ulysses came back from the bedroom, "Janet I'm sorry about that. She'd been drinking as you can see, and I'm sorry, let me take you home. Her flight back to Miami is early. I want her to sleep it off here and just leave as quickly as possible." "It's ok, maybe I can bring it back here," Janet suggested, frantically fumbling with the keys so she could leave. "No, no, too much trouble for you. I'll be glad to take you. Let's get out of here before she comes back in here," Ulysses said, lightly taking her arm and leading her quickly out of his apartment. Janet's eyes were stuck wide open as the image of his cock was burned into her retinas. It was so impressive. She felt just like she did when she first saw one at her sisters. She wanted to get home and get away from him as quickly as she could. The car ride to her home was silent. "Thanks," Janet said, rushing out of his car, quickly making her way to her door. Ulysses stood and called out to her, "Janet, I'm really sorry about what happen. She can be sort of wild at times." "It's ok," she mumbled, struggling to jam her key into her door. She was nearly out of breath. It was so amazing. Her memories of her trysts came flooding back. She stopped struggling with the key. In a split second she made a decision to call out to Ulysses. "Wait!" She said, just as he was climbing back into his car. He paused, looking to her from the driver side of his vehicle. "Would, um, you like to come in for coffee or tea or water," She stammered, asking awkwardly. "Oh, uh, sure. That'd be very nice," He replied, smiling warmly, turning off his car. She knew why she did it. It was inevitable from the moment she saw the cock that drunken slut, Fernanda, fished out of his pants. She knew wouldn't be able to resist. Janet fought with herself all the way home, finally giving in as soon as Ulysses was about to leave after dropping her off. They sat awkwardly on her couch sipping water for a little while, making small talk about the home, the neighborhood, and other boring, unimportant things all while Janet continued to fight with herself internally. She would glance at Ulysses' crotch from time to time as he talked about being a part time yoga instructor and his college years at UCLA. Janet's eyes darted from side-to-side, trying not to look at his crotch while he spoke. Ulysses picked up on her unusual behavior," Janet are you alright?" "Mmhmm," She nodded rapidly in response, avoiding eye contact. "Are you sure? I can leave if you aren't feeling well," Ulysses replied. Janet stopped looking around the room to avoid him. She looked directly at his eyes now. "This was it," she thought to herself, slowly standing, moving away from the couch. She maintained eye contact with a confused Ulysses, reaching behind her to grab at her dress zipper, pulling it down far enough to slide it off her shoulders, over her hips, past her knees, then to her feet to step out of it. She unhooked her strapless bra, letting it fall, and then slid her thong down to her feet, kicking them to the side. Chapter 4 "Janet, are you sure, you - " Ulysses tried to asked. "Yes," she replied, still not taking her eyes off him. Ulysses nodded, standing slowly, pausing before removing his shirt, unbuckling his belt, sliding off his pants, and standing before her naked. He brought a finger to her face, caressing her cheek, and then running it through her long auburn hair. "You're beautiful," he stated. Janet glanced over his muscular framed, while instinctually going to her knees, "So are you," she said before bringing her eyes to his cock. She grabbed the base of it, stroking it gently, smelling it, breathing in its scent, before giving the tip a long lick, following by quickly engulfing it. She was sucking the tip frantically, jacking the shaft with both hands, moaning at the taste, and the memories of her past encounters returning. She had missed this so much. Ulysses tipped her chin causing her to pop is cock out of her mouth and stand up. She brought him in for a long, passionate kiss, moaning as he bent down, grabbing her butt, and picked her up, putting her in a straddling position. He reached behind her, grabbing is cock, lifted Janet once more, then lowered her on to it, slowly sliding it in all the way. She let out a soulful moan when it came to rest against her cervix. "Where's your bedroom?" Ulysses asked. "Upstairs," Janet struggled to get out. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her vaginal fluids starting to leak out and coat his balls, whimpering as Ulysses carried her, cock embedded, up the stairs to her bedroom. He gently laid her on the end of the bed. "Don't hold back," Janet told him, thinking he might because of her age. Ulysses nodded, caressing her face once more before he got to work, peppering her neck with kisses. Janet was in paradise. Ulysses was a machine, pumping his dick into her, not holding back, pushing her further back on the bed, all the way to the head board, causing Janet to throw a hand behind her against it to steady herself. The bed was slamming against the wall behind it, "Oh! Yes! Yes!" Janet was screaming out with each thrust from Ulysses. She threw both hands around him, holding him tightly; her head now against the head board, banging into it, but Janet didn't care, she was climaxing. A wave of spine tingling pleasure coursed through her body, her legs went limp, her pussy spasming on Ulyssses' shaft. Reaching behind her back, Ulysses pulled her up off the mattress, while he went to his knees. He bounced Janet's limp body up and down, gritting his teeth, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head as she climaxed again. He threw her down on the mattress, flipped her over, brought her hips up and mounted her from behind. "Ahhh yes! Yes!" She cried out each time his hips made contact with her butt. "Harder, harder!" she demanded. Ulysses did as requested, gripping the sides of her hips, sweat dripping off his chin onto her lower back. "Janet, Janet, I'm going to - " "Cum!" She screamed out, finishing his sentence as another orgasm coursed through her body. Ulysses threw his head back, his cock spewing semen into her womb, overflowing out onto the bed sheets. "I didn't use protection," He said, out of breath, collapsing next to her. Janet turned to face him. "I don't think I could get pregnant if I tried," she smiled, caressing his face. She climbed on top of him, kissing his neck, chest, stomach, ending with a thorough cock cleaning, causing his weakened member to gain strength once more. She mounted him, rode him, cumming on him, until well after midnight. They finally stopped around 3am. Usually said he should probably get back to his apartment to make sure Fernanda was ok. They both assumed she was asleep. He gathered up his clothes, they exchanged phone numbers; he kissed her goodnight, and left. Janet smiled, heading back up to bed, "It was just one night. It was just one time. I can handle this. It was just a little treat, that's all, no more." She pulled the sweaty sheet over her and drifted off to sleep with a huge grin on her face. ******************** Several hours later, Janet was pacing around the house, thinking about her previous evening. "It was great, just a small treat that's all," she said out loud. "Harvey will be home tomorrow, things will be back to normal, no big deal," She reasoned out loud, trying to rationalize her situation. She called Harvey and checked on him. The quick call ended when Janet confirmed he was still doing ok. "I'll just give Ulysses a quick call and thank him for last night," she said, fixing a pot of coffee. "Yes! Yes!" Fernanda screamed out in the shower. Ulysses was thrusting upward, kissing on the taller woman's neck, a hand grabbing one of her large breasts. He didn't hear his phone ring while he was spending time with Fernanda before her flight back to Miami. "Ugh, no answer, he must still be asleep," Janet thought, letting her coffee cool. She showered, got dressed, and went to visit Harvey. After hugging him and kissing his forehead, Janet sat by his side for a little while, chatting with him about his test results, conversing with the doctor, and calling their daughter, Marie, while there. The visit was only about an hour. Janet stated she wanted to do some shopping. "Remember tomorrow when I'm home I'd like a little bedroom time with you," Harvey reminded her as she left. Janet smiled, shaking her head, "You got it!" She left the hospital and headed to the mall. She bought a couple new short, tight, dresses and some new shoes. On her way home, she decided to call Ulysses again just to thank for the previous night, this time he answered. ******************** "Oh! I'm c-cumming!" Janet screamed loudly, bouncing up and down on Ulysses, his hands holding her ass firmly while sitting on the couch. He stayed the night, first taking Janet on the couch, then on the stairs, from behind, and finally making their way to the bed once more. Before he left in the morning they showered together. Janet said goodbye, they parted ways, and she headed to pick up Harvey from the hospital. Chapter 5 "Everything is fine. I had a little bit of fun and now I have Harvey back, so things will be back to normal. It'll be great," Janet thought to herself, pulling into her driveway, Harvey sitting in the passenger seat of her car. She helped him inside, though he insisted he could walk just fine. Harvey showered, put a bathroom robe on, and then sat down on the bed with freshly clean sheets and comforter. Janet had changed them shortly after Ulysses left earlier that morning. "So, you ready?" He asked, chuckling a bit. "I sure am! Are you?" Janet replied standing before him, taking her t-shirt off. "I am indeed," Harvey smiled watching her slide out of her pants and underwear. "Such a great body. So glad I have a hot, older woman as a wife." "You're older than me remember?" She replied, gently pushing Harvey back on the bed, climbing on top of him. "Only by a few years," he said, squeezing her butt playfully. Janet smiled, kissing him softly, guiding his cock to her entrance. She had to try a little longer than normal to get it in, as she wasn't very lubricated, but once he was in she smiled warmly again and began grinding against him, her hands on his belly. "All is well and back to normal, I'm doing just fine," Janet thought to herself, smiling down at Harvey, watching his face contort with pleasure. "I had my little fun and it's over now. I'm fine." Janet began grinding harder and hard against Harvey. Within minutes he was moaning, cumming inside her, his grip on her waist loosening. "Mmm thanks, honey. But you didn't have a turn?" "Nah, I'm good. I need to do some cleaning and grocery shopping. I want you to rest thought, alright?" Janet replied. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Harvey took a nice, long nap in his own bed, happy to be able to sleep far better there than at the hospital. That evening she went to the basement to exercise. The handle of the elliptical machine was made of black rubber and could be slid off. Janet smiled at her hand gripping its girth, thinking about Ulysses, laughing at her silliness during her working. Five minutes later, Janet as on her back on the floor, attempting to jam that rubber handle into her soaking wet pussy. The next morning she kissed Harvey goodbye and headed to work. While sitting at a stop light, she picked up her cell phone and called into the office, "Hi, yeah it's me. I think I picked up a bug at the hospital. I'm feeling sort of yucky. I think I'll take another day off. Ok great, I'll see you tomorrow." Janet ended the call, making a right turn at the light instead of going straight, looking in her rear view mirror to check her eye makeup. "Janet, hi," Ulysses smiled at her when he opened his apartment door. "Come in, come in." ******************** Her hair was soaking wet, her back had little rivers of sweat flowing down into the crevice of her spine, she was out of breath, and exhausted. Ulysses groaned again, arching his back, smacking Janet's butt cheek, splattering sweat as he ejaculated again. The sun was low in the sky. She needed to leave soon but she couldn't. She didn't want to. Flipping around on her back, pulling Ulysses in for a kiss, she told him she needed to get home to make dinner for Harvey. He said he understood and asked when he would see her again. Janet suggested the next day for lunch. Janet was in the women's restroom the next day during her lunch break. Her legs were wrapped around Ulysses, her skirt was pulled up, and she was propping herself up with a hand behind her head, hanging on the bathroom stall. She didn't care if someone came in. Janet sat down on the toilet, took his cock to her mouth, sucking him dry after he sprayed semen down her throat. The next evening Janet went down to exercise in the basement. She had finished dinner with Harvey and he was heading to bed to watch TV and mostly likely fall asleep. Ulysses met her at the basement door, followed her into the workout room, stripped and laid down on the bench press table. Janet gripped the mounted barbell above him, straddled him with both feet on the floor, and then began squatting up and down, milking his cock. Ulysses left to go home at 2am. Janet went upstairs, showered, and headed to bed with her legs aching and a huge grin on her face. Friday night, the next evening, was a repeat. Ulysses would show up at the basement door, follow Janet into the exercise room, and stay a few hours, finally leaving after midnight. "I'll be back in a bit, Harvey. I need to run some errands," Janet called out to her husband the next afternoon. "Ok, see you in a bit, honey," He replied from the kitchen Ulysses wasn't alone at his apartment when Janet arrived. His half-brother and police officer, TJ, and his partner Nicole were there. They were enjoying each other's company in a threeway they occasionally participated in when Janet knocked on Ulysses' door. Pulling his cock out of Nicole's double penetrated pussy, he walked to the door, looking out of the peephole, seeing Janet standing there, and decided to answer the door as he was - nude. Janet pushed him back all the way to the couch, quickly stripped out of her clothes, mounted him right there and began grinding back and forth without saying a word. Fifteen minutes passed, TJ and Nicole exited the bed room, much to Ulysses' embarrassment. They were dressed and were leaving. He looked around a climaxing Janet and shrugged, waving goodbye to them. They tried to be quiet, TJ putting his arm around his blonde partner, locking the door behind them. Janet's Story The next day was Sunday and Harvey was going to play golf with a few friends. Janet told him that was a great idea. She was happy to see him get out of the house, feeling that playing golf meant he was feeling much better. As soon as he pulled out of the driveway, Janet left, heading to Ulysses'. TJ had accidently left some handcuffs there. Janet had Ulysses cuffed to the bed post and was not letting him free. She was bouncing up and down on his trapped body. He wasn't going anywhere. Janet was so focused on making him cum over and over; not letting him free, that she didn't notice TJ had returned and was standing in the bedroom doorway with a shocked look on his face. "Um," he said, his mouth hanging open. "TJ!" Ulysses exclaimed. "This is my friend Janet. She stopped by to visit and decided to borrow your handcuffs." "I can see that," the muscular, black, police officer stated. "I'm going to need them back soon." Janet turned around, awkwardly smiling at TJ, and then turned back to Ulysses; he smiled at her, then to TJ. ******************** TJ gripped her long hair from behind, sliding his cock in and out of her well-lubed anus, Ulysses, still handcuffed thrust upward into her pussy. TJ kissed along her neck," I'm ready," he whispered. "All together," Janet moaned. The two men went faster and faster, working toward their own climaxes, while sending Janet closer to another one of her own. "Ahh yes!" She cried out, TJ and Ulysses moaning behind and below her. They injected semen into her pussy and anus simultaneously, all three of them having a perfectly timed orgasm together. Janet collapsed on Ulysses, TJ collapsed next to them, reaching over to the bedside table for the keys, freeing Ulysses, taking his handcuffs, putting his clothes on. "That was fun. Janet, nice to meet you," TJ said politely, heading out the door, chuckling as Janet attempted a reply with "uh huh." Chapter 6 Janet was sore the next day. She had trouble walking and standing for long periods of time. Her butt hurt, her pussy hurt, her legs hurt, her back hurt, and her jaw hurt. It was wonderful. It had been so long since she hurt from too much sex. On her lunch break she called her daughter, "Hi sweetie, can I asked you something?" "Sure mom, what's up?" Marie asked in return. "Are you still involved with, well, seeing black men?" Janet asked. "Sometimes, not too often, though. Why do you ask? Want to come down for a visit and see what trouble we can get into?" Marie asked. "No, no, I'm just curious." Janet quickly answered. "Alright. Well it's been awhile since I've spent time with Rodney. I rarely hear from Aunt Darla anymore either," Marie explained. "Yes, she's having other issues," Janet said, changing the subject back to Marie, "So do you recall your first time? The first time you experienced a black man?" "Well sure. I was a freshman at UCLA," Marie said, Janet's eyebrow raising. "He was a classmate, very nice and polite, not a creep or sleaze ball, like Rodney!" Marie laughed. "He was very friendly and we were studying one evening and I basically lunged at him and, well, that's my first encounter." Janet cleared her throat," So what became of him?" "Well we would sleep together off and on until we graduated. We were friends. He moved back to Atlanta I believe. I last saw him last year. He was in Miami and gave me a call. I visited his hotel room. This was before Aunt Darla starting drinking so much, so the second night of that weekend she came with me and the three of us had a great time! You would've loved it, but you've changed, which is great!" Marie said, smiling into her phone. "Yes, yes, great," Janet gulped, putting two and two together. "So what was his name?" "It was Ulysses. Awesome guy, I much preferred him over that brute Rodney or Ronnie for that matter," Marie answered. "Yeah," Janet said blankly, staring off into space for a moment, the information she just obtained sinking in. She couldn't believe it at first. "Doc has been asking me to call Rodney again soon," Marie added, referring to her husband by his nickname. "What?" Janet asked flatly. "Oh I never told you! Doc walked in on me and Rodney one night and was turned on by it. He thought it was hot I suppose. So he invited Rodney to come back a few times and Doc would film it or get us to pose in pictures and so on. He said it was like being married to a porn star and he was the director of her work. It was quite nice actually." Janet was in shock. Her and her daughter could talk about anything. They sucked cocks together, rode cocks together, took cum shots to the face together, but it was all done in secrecy from their husbands. Janet as amazed that her daughter's husband was into this sort of thing. "Wow, I had no idea. That's, um, that's quite interesting," Janet said, totally blown away. "Yep, it can be fun! Anyway, mom, I gotta go. I'll call you later in the week and talk to dad." "Yeah, ok, talk to you later sweetie," Janet ended the call, slowly putting her phone back into her purse and headed back to her desk. "Wow," she thought to herself, slightly laughing at the situation. The next night Janet was back in her exercise room in the basement. Sweat was traveling downward, in between her breasts; Ulysses was firmly gripping her waist, pumping upward. After a repeat on Wednesday night, Janet begged Ulysses to come upstairs and shower with her. He was reluctant, not wanting to be seen by Harvey. Janet assured him he was asleep. The two, sweaty, naked lovers crept into the bedroom, entered the bathroom, turned the light on and closed the door behind them. The steam filled the bathroom as Ulysses slowly, methodically made love to her, causing her moans to echo. Janet almost wanted Harvey to come in and discover them, to take a risk of him liking it. It never happened. When they exited the bathroom, Harvey was motionless on the bed, "Tuck me in," Janet whispered to Ulysses. He shook his head, in disbelief of her courage. Janet was lying on her back in bed looking to a naked, wet, moonlit Ulysses. "You didn't finish in the shower, let me finish you here." "Here? Now?" Ulysses whispered back. "Yes, straddle me," she said. Ulysses shook his head and complied, "This is dangerous." "I know," she whispered, Ulysses cock sliding in between her tits, his body pinning her down. Janet grabbed his muscular butt, lifted her head and began sucking his cock, as he slowly slid it back and forth in between her breasts. Within moments he was trying his hardest to suppress a moan as he ejaculated into her mouth. Janet slurped up as much of his semen as she could. Ulysses whispered a thank you, glancing over to a motionless Harvey on the king sized bed. "Lock up and leave that spare key under the mat at the basement door," Janet instructed Ulysses, watching him sneak off down the hallway, listening to him head down to the basement. She got out of bed, still nude, and went to her bedroom window. She saw an also still nude, Ulysses, walk toward his car, the 1am moon light shining down on him. Chuckling at his own brazenness, she casually rubbed her clit, looking forward to seeing him tomorrow night. Ulysses was on top of Janet, in her bed, while her husband was asleep next to them. She was able to convince Ulysses to come in from the front door. Janet greeted him wearing nothing and led him up to the bedroom. They were quiet for the most part, whispering, biting their lips to keep from moaning. She switched position, going to doggy style, the bed gently swaying to and fro as Ulysses carefully worked behind her. After she climaxed again, Ulysses pulled out and began stroking his cock; Janet went to her stomach, mouth open, tongue out, and let him spray his semen on her face. She gathered up as much as she could with her hand, licking them clean, rubbing whatever was left into her skin. When Ulysses left, Janet sat on the edge of the bed, listening to Harvey breath heavily. "What am I doing?" she asked herself, "This is insane. I'm too old for this." Janet sighed and climbed into bed. Chapter 7 The next morning, Friday, Janet accompanied Harvey to a doctor appointment. It was just a quick checkup. On the way back, Harvey surprised her, grabbing her hand as he drove her to work. She was going in for a half day after his appointment. "Thanks for coming with me. I love you so much. So glad I have such a sexy, wonderful, woman as my wife," Harvey said, causing Janet's eyes to well up with tears. "Harvey, I - " she started to say. "Shhh, I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me. Being there for me through all this mess," He said, squeezing her hand gently. Janet felt horrible at work. Again and again, she asked herself what she was doing, "I thought I had this under control. I was having sex with him in the house, and in the bed! What's wrong with me?" Harvey picked her up and took her out for a nice dinner as a surprise. Janet was taken back with emotion, her guilt catching up to her. That evening they sat on the couch and drank wine, reminiscing back on their early days as a young couple, sharing kisses. They made love later that evening. It was wonderful, nothing wild and crazy, but sweet and precious. Janet was happy, laying there against the man that truly mattered in her life, not some fetish addiction she had. The next morning they went out to breakfast. Afterward they walked in a nearby park, holding hands, going home once some rain clouds appeared overhead. The rest of the afternoon it rained off and on. Janet sat across from Harvey at supper, thinking about Ulysses. She knew she had to do something. In the basement after dinner, she called him. ******************** Eight feet were poking out of the comforter. Six of them were Caucasian, belonging to females, two of the feet were African-American, and were pointing toward the ceiling while the other six were either facing the floor or to the side. They were all wiggling against each other. Devin, Kristen, and Nicky were all lying on top of or on each side of Ulysses. Devin was on top, as usual, kissing his face, while her sisters were on each side, kissing his neck or shoulders. The three women kissed their way down Ulysses chest and stomach, making their way to his cock. His stepmother sucked his cockhead, while his step aunts tended to his testicles. Through their slurps, sucks, and his moans, he didn't hear his phone vibrate in the other room. Janet nodded, "That's ok. It can wait. I'll try again tomorrow." She turned her phone off, headed upstairs, and surprised Harvey by joining him in the shower. The next morning Janet tried calling Ulysses again. "That was fun," Kristen said, drying her back off with a towel. "It's been awhile since we've pulled an all-nighter like this." "Mmhmm," Nicky moaned while she kissed Devin, and then moved to her other sister for another passionate kiss, finally landing on Ulysses, kissing him before he could wrap his town around his waist. "It was. I gotta go though. You know how hubby gets," Nicky added, leaving everyone in the bathroom, searching for her clothes in the bedroom. Devin put the towel around her body, walking over to Ulysses, "I'll be here for awhile longer," she whispered, kissing him, her tongue sliding around his, only to be joined by Kristen's a second later. Ulysses' phone rang, startling them out of the triple-kiss, "Ugh, let me answer that. You ladies have probably caused me to miss several calls," he joked. "Hi Janet," Ulysses answered. "Hey. Do you think you could come over tonight?" "Well sure. What time did you have in mind?" Ulysses asked. "Late. Maybe 11pm. Come down to the basement door this time," She added. "Oh. Sure, that'd be fine," He replied, slightly relieved that the risky act of coming to the front door was not happening. Chapter 8 As Janet stood at the basement door, peering out into the darkness; she heard the thunderstorm approach - its lightning clashing periodically. The forecast called for rain. They never appeared during the day, but finally late in the day, the sky became cloudy. Here at 11pm, shortly before Ulysses would arrive, the thunder started. She saw him round the corner of the house when a lightning flash illuminated him. She closed the door behind her and went to meet him, not letting him into the house. "Hi," She said, looking downward. "Hi Janet. Are you ok?" He asked, placing his hands on her shoulders. Janet only nodded, choosing not to look at him yet, thinking of her words. "I've been thinking lately. Maybe we should stop," she said another lightning crash above them. "Oh. That's fine, we don't have to continue. I don't want to cause any problems," Ulysses said, a rain drop landing on his shoulder. "Yeah. It's just my husband, he's better, he's happy; I don't want to keep hurting him. He's what's important - not my fantasy," Janet explained, as a rain drop landing in her hair. "I know. He is important. I guess I look at myself as someone to provide a little fun or temporary happiness." "No, you're more than that. For someone special, someone right, you'll be more than just a," Janet sighed, feeling bad for the past couple weeks, "you'll be more than some woman's plaything." Ulysses nodded, a few more drops fell on them both. "Thank you. You're wonderful," He said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Go tend to him. It sounds like you really love him." The rain drops were more frequent now. "I do," she caressed his face. "Take care." Ulysses nodded and started walking away. "Wait!" Janet said, just as the rain started pouring, right before he rounded the corner to walk to the front of the house. He paused, turning to look at her, a flash of lightning struck. Janet slowly removed her t-shirt, dropping it next to her. She slid out of her shorts, followed by her thong. Standing there nude, she asked, "One more time?" just as the bottom dropped out of the sky and an immense down pour began. Ulysses didn't say a word. He moved back toward a naked, soaking wet, Janet and removed his own clothing, "We'll probably catch a cold." "I don't care," She said. They kissed in the pouring rain, Ulysses pulling her tightly against him. He bent down just like their first time, lifting her up, her legs straddling his waist. He slowly guided his cock in all the way to the base and then began lifted her up and down on it; his slow, methodical, upward thrusts, causing Janet to moan each time. Several minutes of passionate kissing, Janet spoke up, rain dripping off her chin, "Don't hold back." "As you wish," Ulysses said, turning and slamming Janet down into a large puddle, splashing water all around them. He slammed his hips into her over and over again in the pouring rain. Janet clutched his back with her finger nails, screaming with each cervix pounding thrust from Ulysses. Janet pulled herself up, pushing Ulysses with her, pushing him down on the ground. She mounted him and began squatting wildly up and down. Ulysses grabbed her waist, throwing her to the side, rolling on top of her, impaling her over and over. She rolled again and was on top once more. "Yes! Yes!" she screamed out in the summer night air. Ulysses rolled once more, taking her to her back again, one of her hands clutching the wet grass behind her, the other clutching the back of his head as he slammed into her. Ulysses went to his knees, sitting up, bringing her up with him. A flash of lightning silhouetted Janet throwing her soaking wet hair back. Ulysses laid her on the ground, flipping her over, entering her from behind. She grasped at more wet grass. Ulysses grabbed her by the neck, pulling her back, continuing to thrust into her. Another flash of lightning, Ulysses was holding her by her wrists, pumping his hips away, crashing into her butt just like the crashing of thunder above them. Janet was climaxing once more. Her body tensed up, her pussy convulsed, and she cried out into the night, her screams muffled by the storm. Another final flash of lightning, Ulysses threw his head back; spraying semen onto Janet's waiting face. The rain washed most of it off as quickly as it landed. She rose to her knees and kissed Ulysses once more, nearly tackling him, falling over to the side with him in part of a flower garden. Janet sucked him of any remaining sperm he may have had as the rain water served as a natural shower, rinsing away semen, grass, and dirt. The kissed once more, laughing at their situation in the rain, not caring about catching a cold. She watched him turn the corner to head up the front of the house, still naked, to his car. "That was it," she said to herself, picking up her wet clothes, making her way into the basement. She dried off with some dirty laundry near the washing machine and headed upstairs. Janet stared down to her feet as the hot shower water poured down on her washing away the remaining dirt and grass. It was over. She and Ulysses were done. This last tryst, this last affair was the end, there would be no more. She accepted that and finished her shower. With her body wrapped in a large white towel, she sat on the edge of her bed in her dimly lit bedroom, drying her hair with another towel. She grabbed the socks she had placed on her bedside table and slid them on. Her husband, whom she thought was asleep, spoke up. "Where is he?" He said, just above a whisper. "Where's who?" Janet turned around to face him. "He?" Harvey chuckled softly, "That guy you were with." "What guy, Harvey?" Janet thought he might've been half asleep, but wasn't sure since the only light source was the small hallway light coming in from the hallway and the occasional burst of lightning in the distance from the storm that was leaving the area. "That nice black guy you were with," He replied, Janet sensing a smile on his face, though unable to see for sure. Her heart was racing, "B-black guy? What are you talking about?" Janet decided to make it sound like Harvey was delusional or dreaming. He exhaled deeply and sat up in the bed, yawning, "The black guy you were with, in here. He had the dreads or braids or whatever they were in the pony tail. You put on a show for me. That guy." Janet blinked rapidly several times, "A show for you?" "Yeah, you thought I didn't see it. Mmm, you looked so sexy. How did you know it was my fantasy to see you taken by a black guy?" Harvey asked, laying his head back on the pillow. "Sexy, sexy, woman you are." Janet's mouth hung open. "Well, uh, he's not here," she replied slowly, in shock. "Maybe give him a call every once in awhile to see if he's free. I'd like to film it or take pictures or something. I'd have a nice little porn collection starring my wife," Harvey said, slowly getting sleepier. Janet turned around, facing away from him, her mouth still open, fighting the urge to laugh. She cleared her throat, "Well, since it's a fantasy of yours, I will do my best to fulfill it. Maybe I'll give him a call soon." "Thanks honey," Harvey said, rolling over on his side. Janet, her eyes wide open, stretched out on the bed, looking to the ceiling in the dark bedroom. A huge grin came over her face.