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The Journey Pt. 01

By: rgjohn



This is a long story. I considered publishing it in parts but decided to go ahead and submit it all at once. It is a story of a man and woman whose marriage has become dull and mundane. The husband talks the wife into a game that changes their lives. He had always harbored a secret desire to see her with other men. In the end, he gets that and more. You should pass this story by if you don't like long stories, or stories about slut wives. However, if enough people like this story, I may do a second part. Gary 

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Chapter 1

Tim and Janice Harwick met while in college. He was a business major and she was working on her undergraduate degree. They dated throughout college and fell madly in love. They decided to get married after Tim graduated, and Janice would continue her study for a law degree. 

The wedding was held in Tim's hometown. It was a large traditional wedding with over five hundred guests crammed into the small church. The newlyweds ran from the church to a chorus of cheers and rice; they were off to make a home and live the American dream.

Ten years later both had made their mark on their chosen professions. Tim was a partner in a large advertising agency and Janice was a well-respected associate professor of law at the local university. Both made good salaries, affording them a nice standard of living. There were no children yet but that was in their plan at some point. However, Janice knew that at 35 years of age, her biological clock was ticking. Unfortunately, there had always been something that delayed the event. While Tim wanted children, it was hard for him to see how they would have the time to fit them into their busy schedule without adversely influencing their life style. 

If you asked either of them if their marriage was good, they would both give a resounding yes. However, that answer would belie the true emotions lying just beneath the surface. Despite their comfortable outward appearance, there was a deeper feeling that something was missing. Over the years, the stress of two professional wage earners had taken its toll on their personal lives, resulting in less and less time for each other. Sexual relations had become routine, if not mundane. Sex was relegated to the back burner and often turned into a quickie every couple of weeks when they weren't too tired.

The deplorable condition of their sexual relationship was on both of their minds often. However, neither of them felt comfortable talking about the subject: Janice because of her strict upbringing and Tim for fear of her anger. The result was the construction of an emotional wall, locking them on opposing sides. It had reached a point where they each thought that the other felt that sex wasn't important anymore in their marriage. 

One Friday night, Janice and Tim had a rare night at home together. Tim was reading in the family room when Janice came in with a book on tort law that she had assigned for reading by her first-year class. She had to brush up on the subject herself, and then grade some papers. 

Tim looked up and smiled as Janice walked toward him. She was wearing a baggy sweat suit, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. The thought occurred to him that she still looked sexy even in sweats, even with no makeup on. He knew that she had gained a few pounds in the last couple of years but it all went into the right places. In fact, Tim had always felt that she was a little too skinny anyway. She had been a dedicated exerciser when they met and had even participated in several marathons. As a result, her legs were still firm and she had a gorgeous, well-rounded butt. 

As Tim watched her walk by he could see her bare breast bouncing under her top. On impulse he reached out and caressed a buttock, bringing a yelp from her.

"You're frisky tonight, Timmy," Janice said with an indulgent smile. 

Tim reached up quickly, before she could get away, and pulled her onto his lap, bringing another surprised yelp from her lips. "It's all your fault for coming in here looking so sexy," he said and kissed her passionately. His hand slid up under her top and began to caress her breast as his tongue searched her mouth.

Janice pushed Tim away gently but firmly. "Boy, you are really hard up if you think I'm sexy in my sweats," she admonished him gently. She was just a little breathless. Then she moaned as she felt Tim begin to squeeze her nipple again, pinching it between his fingers. Janice knew that she had a lot of work to do tonight if she was going to be prepared for class the next day. "Tim, I have work to do!" she complained, grabbing his hand and pulling it from her breast. 

Tim's smile turned to a frown. "It seems like you're always too busy," he said with undisguised frustration.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Janice returned as she stood up.

"It means that we never have any time for fun anymore."

Janice started to say something then stopped. Unfortunately, he was right. Janice sat back down on Tim's lap and said, "You're right, we're both far too busy. Truthfully, it's been bothering me lately as well. Everything is always so rushed." Janice snuggled comfortably into Tim and said, "I'm not sure what we can do about it though."

"I don't know either," Tim said, hiding his real feelings, adding another brick to that wall. No damn it he thought, it was time that they talked. "Janice, we need to do something or I'm afraid we'll drift away from each other." 

"Do you think we're drifting away?" Janice asked in shock.

"Sometimes, yes! We hardly have time to talk, let alone time for sex. I remember not too long ago when we used to talk for hours. And... and we would make love for hours too."

"Yes, I remember," she sighed.

"We have to find time for each other." Then Tim remembered an article that he had read in Playboy. He didn't think Janice would go for it but he figured he had nothing to lose. "I read an article last month about what one couple did to spice up their life. It was about SEX so I'm sure you wouldn't like it."

"What do you mean that I wouldn't like it because it was about sex? I like sex." 

"You do?" Tim said sarcastically. 

"What makes you think I don't like sex?" Janice said defensively. 

"Because you are a pru..." Tim started to call her a prude but realized that that would start a major argument. They were already treading on thin ice. 

In truth, he did feel that she was a prude. She looked like the proverbial sex machine; tall, great shape, stylish blond hair and breasts with nipples that seemed to always be hard. Yet, behind closed doors she was anything but a sex machine. She had only given him oral sex on a few occasions and he had rarely done it to her. They never talked about it. Once he brought up anal sex and she just about went off the deep end, calling him a pervert. 

"I'm a prude!" Janice almost screamed. 

"I wasn't going to say that."

"Yes you were!"

"All right, I was, because you are!"

Janice stood up again, her face red with anger. "So I'm the prude. What about the time I wanted to wear that low- cut dress to your stuffy old Christmas party? You almost had a stroke. Then there was that time that Sally and Bill wanted us to watch a porn movie. I said yes, but you made a big deal about it. And I'm the prude!"

"It's not about dresses or movies," Tim said, returning her anger. "It's about the bedroom. When is the last time you... you... you know... oh, never mind," Tim said in frustration. 

Janice was fuming now. She could barely speak. "Fine, I don't want to talk about this anyway." She stormed out of the room. 

Tim started to respond but decided to shut up. It wasn't any use talking when they were both angry. The wall was getting bigger. He lifted his paper back up and tried to read. It was no use. His mind drifted to those forbidden thoughts that seemed to be coming quite often now. 

In his dreams he was watching Janice lying naked on the bed. There was a man with her, but it wasn't him. They were kissing and he was fondling her breast. Tim's excitement grew as he watched the stranger kiss his wife, then move his hand under her skirt. She squirmed and sighed, pushing her hips down, demanding that he pleasure her. He watched though a dream -like fog as his wife spread her legs, opening herself for this stranger. She let him press his fingers deep into her. 

"Sweetie, can we talk?" 

Tim jumped, startled by his wife's voice. "Sure," he said, trying to shake the perverted vision from his head. 

Janice sat on the sofa close to Tim and placed her arm over his shoulder. They sat quietly for a while gathering their thoughts. Tim spoke first. "Listen, Janice, I'm sorry I called you a prude," Tim said sincerely.

Janice put her fingers to Tim's lips to silence him. "The truth hurts," she said. "I'm afraid I have been a prude. You know that I was raised in a religious family and sex was never talked about. The truth is that I would love to really let go and do some of the wild things I've read about in magazines or heard the girls at school talk about. I... I... Oh damn," Janice said, her voice cracking with emotions. "Oh God, Tim, I fantasize about things all the time. I've even... even been masturbating lately."

It shocked Tim that Janice had been fantasizing, not to mention masturbating. His first inclination was to blame himself for not being man enough for her. Then he felt anger at her for closing him out. However, he was smart enough to know that the issues were a lot more complicated then secretly masturbating. Hell, he had done it plenty of times himself. Tim hugged Janice to him and they sat silently again for a long time. 

"Tim, what was it you were going to suggest a little while ago...? Before I blew up?"

"It's too crazy. I don't even know why I brought it up."

"No, come on, what were you going to suggest?"

Tim took a deep breath and said, "Well, I was reading an article in Playboy magazine."

"Oh yes, that great philosophical journal," Janice said sarcastically. 

"Fine, forget it," Tim said, anger flaring again.

"I'm sorry!" Janice apologized. "Please tell me."

Tim hesitated then started again. "It was about a man and woman whose sexual relations had become boring... like ours. They were about our age, however they had three children. They agreed to take a week where one partner would do anything the other partner wanted. Anything!"

"Wow, that sounds dangerous, but tell me more," Janice said trying to sound interested but thinking that it was totally crazy.

"The guy came up with all these things that turned him on and his wife would have to do them. She had a safe word that when she used it, whatever he was doing he would stop. However, he would go on to something else. If she used the safe word three times they agreed to end the game. If she didn't, the husband had to do whatever the wife wanted for a week. If the wife beat the husband, by using the safe word less then him, she would get a present of her choice."

"Did she get her present?" Janice said, suddenly interested.

"Yep! She got her husband for a week. When he used the safe word twice, she got a trip to France. The guy claims that now their sex life is an adventure ever day. However, I don't know if you can believe the story or not."

"Sounds very interesting, but what kinds of things did he make her do?"

"Well, you know Playboy, it's always wild. He made her do things like going out without panties and flashing people. He experimented with all of his sexual fantasies. Some of them were pretty far out." Tim stopped for a moment, waiting for Janice to say something. 

"Go on," she said with interest.

Tim took a deep breath and said, "Well, they tried oral sex, sex in public places, anal sex and even a little S&M. He even had her fool around with other guys."

Janice opened her eyes wide in shock. "Would you do that?" Janice asked, astonishment clearly in her voice. 

"What?"

"Would you let other men fool around with me?" she asked, almost trembling now.

"Uh... uh... I don't know," Tim said, his face turning red, giving himself away.

"You would!" Janice said is shock. Yet her shock was not entirely because of Tim's fantasy. Janice had her own fantasy lovers. 

"I didn't say that! I... I... guess the thought of you teasing some guy does have an appeal to me. But that doesn't mean I don't love you or that I would let you go too far," he hastened to add.

"But you would let me do something with another guy? And, what does 'too far' mean anyway?" Janice asked nervously, her mouth suddenly dry as a vision of one forbidden evening not so long ago jumped into her head.

"I don't know," Tim said, now wishing he hadn't brought the subject up.

"This is hard to believe," Janice said, trying to act indignant but feeling her heart race in her chest. 

"I knew that I shouldn't have brought it up. Let's just forget it." "No!" Janice said a little too loudly. Then she lowered her voice and said, "This seems pretty crazy to me, Tim." After a few minutes she whispered almost bashfully, "I would probably use the safe word the first day." 

Tim could feel his heart begin to beat rapidly. It sounded like she might be interested. "That's what this guy said his wife said to him. However, she took it as a challenge. She never used the safe word, but he did, twice."

Janice was staring silently into space, a plethora of emotions running though her. On one hand, she was shocked by Tim's willingness to involve another man. However, on the other hand, she could not deny that she was feeling a tingle of excitement. 

Tim took that opportunity to pull Janice to him and kiss her lips tenderly. When he heard her moan, he moved his hand under her sweatshirt again. This time she didn't push his hand away. He could feel her breathing speed up as he began to play with her already hard nipple. As their tongues worked together, Tim's hand slid under the waistband of her sweats and into her panties. He almost gasped when his fingers found her wet and already- swollen sex lips. It was obvious that the conversation had been more exciting to her then she was letting on. 

Janice was embarrassed; her crotch was a swamp of sex juice. In fact, her juice had already soaked through her panties and was making a stain on the crotch of her sweat pants. Janice moaned as she felt Tim's fingers push into her pulsing hole. She spread her legs to give him better access. As his finger began to slide in and out, her hips moved up from the sofa, encouraging him to go deeper. She moaned in frustration when he suddenly pulled his finger out. 

Tim quickly pulled Janice's top over her head then began to pull her pants down. She lifted her hips up and let him strip her naked. Then he stood up and looked at his sexy wife. She was lying back on the sofa, her legs were spread slightly apart, her thighs almost quivering. Her chest was moving up and down with her excited breathing and her eyes were hooded over with approaching pleasure. 

When Tim's eyes moved down her body, he had to suppress a gasp. Her large nipples were hard, sticking out like pencil erasers. Her beautiful breasts sat up proudly, firm, yet soft. When he looked a little lower, he could see the very large inner lips protruding from her hair-covered vagina. He had always loved the way her vagina looked. He liked that the lips were long and fat. In fact, he had never seen any woman with lips as large as hers. Unfortunately, she rarely let him look at her like this. His mouth practically drooled as he looked at the dripping flesh between her legs. The few times she had let him eat her, it had been incredible to feel those fat lips in his mouth; he could practically fill his mouth with the swollen flesh. 

Tim stripped off his clothes in record time and moved quickly into her arms. He moaned as his penis slid into his wife's willing body. 

"Oh God, baby, you feel so good," Tim moaned as he began to move in and out of his wife's slick hole. When he felt her legs wrap around his waist, he began to pound into her with rapid strokes.

"Yes, yes, fuck me," Janice whispered, her excitement rising rapidly.

"Fuck me!" Tim thought. She never used language like that. Two could play that game, he thought. He bent to her ear. "Yes, I'm going to fuck you, baby. I'm going to pound into your pussy until you can't stand it anymore," Tim whispered, using words he had never spoken to her before.

"Oh yes, God yes fuuuucccckkk me!!!" Janice moaned as her excitement built beyond control. 

Soon their bodies were covered in sweat as their moans filled the room. Tim worked to control his excitement. It had been a long time since he had been inside his wife and frankly, the conversation had excited him tremendously. Still, he wanted to make sure Janice enjoyed herself before he climaxed. He tried to think of anything but his wife's incredibly tight vagina. Suddenly, his dream flashed before his eyes. He wasn't with his wife any longer. He was watching... watching as she made love to another man. That was the wrong thing to think of. 

Fortunately, Janice couldn't last very long either. "I'm going to cum," Janice breathed. "Yes, yes, ohhhhhhh!!!" she moaned as her body began to convulse in pleasure. 

In his fantasy, his wife's lover bellowed that he was going to cum. He watched his beautiful wife wrap her legs around her lover, pulling him deep into her, waiting for his cum. This was the point at which time Tim always lost control.

Tim could feel his own balls pull tight to his body. "Oh God, baby, here it comes," he moaned. Then his penis throbbed and began to spurt juice into the welcoming hole of the women he loved.

Janice pulled Tim tightly to her, her heals digging into his buttocks, forcing him as deep as possible into her. She could feel her already saturated hole fill with her husband's seed. Suddenly an unwanted thought raced though her mind. It was no longer Tim between her legs, but rather her fantasy lover taking his pleasure inside her body. Without warning, a second, even more intense, climax rushed through her. She had never had two climaxes this close together. Hell, she was lucky to have one good one. 

It was an intense coupling for both Tim and Janice. Maybe it was the argument... makeup sex was always good. Maybe, it was the thought of the suggestion Tim had made or the fantasy they secretly shared. Whatever the reason, it was the best sex the two had had in many of years. There was just a little crack in that emotional wall they had built.

Chapter 2

For the next several days, the only thing on Janice's mind was the proposition that Tim had made. At first, she dismissed it out of hand as a totally crazy idea. However, she couldn't deny that every time she thought of it, she could feel excitement begin to course through her. 

There were a thousand questions going through her mind as well. What if Tim really wanted her to do something with another man? God, what if he wanted her to go to bed with another man? Could she really do it? Having someone in a fantasy was entirely different than doing it in real life. She knew that fantasies were innocent most of the time. She had read where most women dreamed of fantasy lovers. 

And what about all the other things Tim had suggested? Sure she could go out without panties but could she really flash strangers? What about oral sex? She had grown up thinking it was dirty. Yes she had loved it the few times she had let Tim do it to her, but she had had too much to drink. At least that was her excuse. As far a performing oral sex, well, she really couldn't remember the few times she had done it to Tim because she had been intoxicated then, too. She knew that if she agreed to this wild game, she wouldn't be drunk. 

Then there was the nagging thought that worried Janice more than anything else. Would Tim stray if he got the chance and she didn't change their sex life? She had seen his roving eye. He was a very handsome man and it would be easy for him to attract some immoral slut. Maybe he had already done it? 


The Journey Pt. 01



Janice knew that Tim loved her with all his heart. She felt the same way. But was that enough? Was love without true sexual satisfaction enough, especially for a couple in their thirties?

Suddenly, Janice knew what she had to do.

Tim had also been agonizing all week over their conversation. He had thought a hundred times that he should call her and tell her that it was all a joke,; that he could never do those things that he had read about. Yet, every time he thought about it, he felt an erection coming on. 

He reached for the telephone to call Janice and tell her to forget what he had said when the telephone rang. "Hello."

"Tim," Janice said in a whisper, her voice strained.

"Janice, what's wrong?" Tim asked, clearly concerned.

"Nothing sweetie. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that I have thought about your proposition. In fact, I have thought about nothing else. I have decided that the answer... the answer is yes," Janice said breathlessly.

"No honey, it's not necessary," Tim answered. "I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do. It was a crazy idea."

"I want to do it. I've thought about it all week and the truth is, it excites me."

Tim could feel his heart begin to pound in is chest. "Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes."

"Oh God," Tim said aloud without realizing it. Tim's brain began thinking of all the possibilities. He could feel his penis begin to harden in his pants. "God, I love you."

"I love you, sweetheart," Janice answered, her heart suddenly overflowing with love. "When do we start?" she asked hesitantly. 

"Well, we both need to check on vacation. I think I can get off week after next," Tim said, taking a deep breath.

"Vacation? We have to take vacation?" Janice seemed surprised.

"That's what the couple in the article did. They even went out of town for a couple of days so that no one would recognize them."

"God, what did they do?" Janice asked, her voice shaking.

"I can't tell you that. Besides, we might not do the things that they did. I have my own ideas," Tim said with a little nervous laugh. In truth, he wasn't as confident as he wanted to appear. This was all new to him as well. However, he had a very active imagination and knew that he would come up with some pretty wild things. "Tim, I hope this doesn't get out of hand."

"We will make sure it doesn't honey," Tim reassured her. "Remember, you will have a safe word. Now do you think you can get some vacation?

"I have some time coming to me and I have a student teacher that wants to get her feet wet. However, I do have a guest lecturer coming in on Thursday, week after next," Janice said, thumbing through her calendar. Yes, Dr. Dan Forsman was coming to lecture her class that week. She didn't want to miss him. A little shiver ran through her as she thought of Dan. She hadn't seen him in over a year. No, she couldn't miss him. "If we can arrange it so that I can go in for several hours that day, I think I'm okay. However, let me check and let you know." 

"Great! I love you so much," Tim said sincerely. 

"Love you too sweetie, goodbye." Janice could feel her hands shaking as she hung up the telephone.

"Yes!" Tim said loud enough for his secretary to peek in to see if everything was okay.

"Is everything okay, Mr. Harwick?" Danielle asked, walking into Tim's office and closing his door.

Tim looked up at his pretty secretary. She was a gorgeous woman in her early 20's. She wore skirts too short and blouses too tight. It was clear to Tim that he could have her anytime he wanted. He had been tempted many times but had thus far resisted all her charms. He looked at the closed door with a frown then watched her walk over to the credenza that held the customer files.

"Everything is wonderful, Danielle," Tim smiled.

"I just need to get the Donnelly Fabrics file," Danielle smiled back and bent over to open the drawer.

Tim wanted to look away but found his eyes drawn to her rear as she bent forward. The short skirt pulled up in the back until he could see just the hint of her nylon tops. He already knew that she never wore pantyhose. He stared, fascinated by her sexy legs and the shinny nylons covering her thighs. Suddenly, he realized that she was looking back at him. He felt his face flush and turned away.

"The file isn't there. It must be in your desk." She turned and started to walk over to his desk. 

Tim looked up at Danielle as she stopped suddenly and stood frozen, a strange expression on her face. However, she wasn't looking at his face. When he followed her eyes, he realized that she was staring at his crotch. He almost gasped. A large wet spot was forming on is slacks where his erection had slipped out of his underwear as it hardened down his leg. Now it was Tim that was paralyzed, but with embarrassment.

Danielle moved as if in a trance. She walked over and stood above Tim, her eyes never leaving the site of his erection twitching and leaking in his pants. Slowly she slid to her knees, her hands coming out to grasp his thighs.

Tim tensed. "Danielle," he gasped as he watched her hands slid up his thighs toward the tent in his pants. "Oh God," he moaned as her hand touched his swollen cloth- covered penis. He wanted to stop her but his hands wouldn't move. 

Danielle could feel his penis twitching under her fingers as she slowly moved her hands across the large protrusion. God, she had wanted to do this for so long, she thought. She wasn't sure what had made him excited but she knew she couldn't miss the chance she had wanted for so long. Slowly her shaking fingers reached for his zipper.

The rasp of his zipper sounded loud in the quiet room.

"Danielle...," Tim gasped, his voice sounding like a squeak. The sexy woman between his legs ignored him.

Danielle moved one hand into the opening of his pants, searching for his hot flesh. A little moan escaped her lips as her hand wrapped around the smooth skin of his hard penis. She could grasp it but she was unable to pull it out. Sighing with frustration, she reached up, quickly unbuckled his pants, and began to tug them down.

"Danielle, we can't," Tim said feebly. 

"Lift up," she said, ignoring him again. Danielle almost smiled when she felt her boss lift his hips and let her pull his pants and underwear to his ankles. Then she sucked in her breath when she saw his throbbing organ standing proudly before her eyes. It was beautiful, just like she had imagined a thousand times. The mushroom- shaped head pulsed with life as the entire penis throbbed in excitement. His testicles were large and squirming in their sack, swollen with sperm. A clear liquid was running out of the slit in a steady stream. 

Tim's eyes were wide with excitement and fear. What am I doing? he thought. This is so wrong. Yet, there was no strength in his body to stop her. He moaned as he watched her cool hands caress his penis. Blood was rushing to his head, making everything fuzzy. It was almost like he was watching someone else - not him and his secretary. It was another woman's pretty hands with the bright red nail polish wrapped around some other guy's penis. Tim began to tremble. Suddenly, he saw his wife's face.

Danielle stared at the throbbing flesh in her hands. She caressed it, squeezing more of his clear juice from the slit in the head until it bubbled out and ran down the shaft and across her fingers. As she ran one hand up and down the shaft, she brought the other hand to her mouth and licked the slick juice from between her fingers, her eyes glancing up at her amazed boss. A smile appeared on her lips. Suddenly, she needed to taste his flesh in her mouth. With an animal- like groan she moved her head forward and enveloped the head.

"Oh my God," Tim moaned as he felt her warm mouth on the stretched skin of his penis. His hands gripped the arms of the chair as he watched the top of her head begin to move up and down. 

Danielle was moaning as well. All of her senses were focused on the swollen knob in her mouth. She could taste the sweet juice running from the hole, she could smell his excitement. She sucked the head and ran her hand up and down the shaft as if she were milking him. In fact, she was milking him, desperate for the sweet juice in his swollen testicles. Danielle loved to perform oral sex. She was an expert. Sometimes she thought that she was obsessed with fellatio and drinking sperm. 

Soon the room was filled with the sounds of Danielle's sucking mouth and their combined moans. 

Tim couldn't believe how good it felt as he watched her mouth slobber over his rod. He had enjoyed it the few times Janice had done this but she was never very enthusiastic. Danielle appeared to love it.

"Oh God, Danielle, be careful or I'll..." he tried to warn her. It was already too late. Then with his last ounce of strength, he reached out in panic to grab her head. It was a weak and useless attempt to pull her head from his nearly climaxing penis. 

Danielle moaned and shook her head, refusing to let him spoil it for her. She had waited too long not to get her reward now. She grabbed Tim's hands and pulled them from her head, holding them away. Then she worked her head up and down frantically, sucking hard; wanting desperately to bring him off before he could stop her. It worked!

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" Tim moaned when he felt his juice traveling up the shaft like an oil well ready to blow. He couldn't stop it now, even if he wanted to. Suddenly, his sperm exploded from the swollen head. His hips bucked up into Danielle's mouth. He vaguely heard her gurgling in pleasure as she drank his thick juice.

Danielle swallowed repeatedly as Tim filled her mouth with his sweet sperm. His penis throbbed repeatedly, forcing his thick juice into her mouth and down her throat. She wrenched one hand from Tim's grasp and wrapped her fingers around the shaft again. Her hand worked rapidly, pumping up and down in time with the throbbing shaft, milking the juice from him. Finally, she moaned in frustration when no more juice would come from the slowly deflating tube in her mouth. She swallowed one last time then let his penis slip from her lips. She looked up at her amazed boss and then stood up, smiling. "You have an appointment with Mr. Donnelly in fifteen minutes." 

Tim sat in stunned silence as he watched Danielle wipe a drop of sperm from the corner of her mouth and lick it from her finger. She smiled devilishly before leaving his office. A few seconds later he realized that he was sitting in his office with his pants around his ankles and his wilted penis dripping onto the material of his slacks. With a deep sigh, he pulled his pants up and straightened his tie. Then he rushed red- faced past Danielle to the men's room to clean the whitish stains from his crotch before his client arrived.

When Tim left work that day, he was having pangs of guilt. He had never cheated on Janice. Maybe it wasn't really sex he told himself --- Clinton got away with that. However, deep inside he knew better. He stopped at a flower store and bought Janice a dozen roses. 

It took Tim and Janice a couple of days to work out a mutual time for vacation. They told everybody that they had big plans for their vacation but were mysterious about where they were going or what they were doing. 

Tim didn't say much to Janice about what was going to happen. He was being very secretive about everything. He knew that this was driving Janice mad but that was all part of the plan. He wanted her to be a little worried and excited, - that was part of the fun. 

Tim made mysterious telephone calls. As hard as Janice tried, she couldn't figure out what was going on.

Finally, on the Saturday that their vacations started, Tim sat down with Janice. "Sweetie, I want to make sure you still want to do this?" Tim said as he took Janice's hand. He held his breath, hoping that she hadn't changed her mind.

"Sweetie, I want to make sure you still want to do this?" Tim said as he took Janice's hand. He held his breath, hoping that she hadn't changed her mind.

Janice didn't answer for a long time. "Yes, I still want to do it, but I'm scared," she finally said, her hands shaking and moist with her sweat. She looked at her husband of ten years and wondered if she really knew him. It almost seemed that he had become someone different. Not bad, just different. There was a light in his eyes and a bounce in his step that she hadn't seen in years. 

Tim saw her pensive look and said, "You know that I would never, ever, hurt you, don't you?"

"Yes, but I don't know what's going to happen. What if I don't like it?" Janice said, tears coming to her eyes.

"If you don't agree to something that I am about to do you will use the safe word 'Geranium'. However, remember, if you use it three times, it's over and I win."

"What do you get if you win?" Janice asked. 

"I want you to give me sex any time I want for the next year. However, if you don't use it three times, I am yours for a week. Then, after my week and you have used the code word less than me, you get to buy that convertible you have always wanted."

"It's confusing to me."

"Well, just remember that this is supposed to be fun and enhance our sex lives. Don't worry, I'll keep score," he said with a smile. "Listen, Janice, I know you have ideas about sex that have been drummed into you since you were young. Frankly, I have my own hang-ups. I think many marriages fail because couples never explore their relationship. I 'm sure that some of the things we will do, you will not like at first. I will be sensitive to that. However, I think that deep down inside that you will love most of it."

Janice could feel her head spinning with excitement and confusion. Who was this new man sitting across from her? she thought. She had slept almost every night with him for the last ten years yet never really knew him. God, maybe she didn't know herself any better.

"Tim?" she said quietly.

"What, sweety?"

"I don't want a convertible if I win."

"All right then, what do you want?"

"I want... uh... I want a baby!" Janice said hesitantly.

Tim's eyes opened wide in surprise. Not because Janice wanted a baby now but that she would bring it up as a bargaining chip. "I thought we were going to wait a few more years for that." 

"I know, but I'm not getting any younger and neither are you."

"I know, sweetheart, but a baby makes life a lot more difficult with our careers and all," Tim answered in a less than convincing tone.

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it," Janice said trying to sound defiant.

Tim was silent for a few minutes as if he were mulling over the offer. The truth was that he was thinking that time was getting short as well. He was about to say that she could have her baby without winning the contest. However, the challenge might help him reach his objective of sexually liberating both of them. "Well, I guess I don't have any choice," he answered with a sigh. "However, if I win, I get all the sex I want and we wait another year. Deal?" 

"Deal!" Janice said, her heart thumping with excitement. "Now, we have a couple of appointments at the mall," Tim said.

"At the mall?"

"Yep, we need to get you some new clothes," Tim smiled.

Chapter 3

"But why do I have to wear this short skirt just to go to the mall?" Janice asked as she tried vainly to pull the impossibly short skirt further down her thighs. It was a skirt that she had never worn because it was too short when she bought it. Now it was definitely too tight as well. 

"Short skirt, white blouse, no bra and no panties," Tim responded.

"No bra or panties!" Janice practically screamed, as she stood topless with her hands on her hips in defiance. 

"It's my rules. Now get those panties off and the thigh high nylons and the white blouse on," Tim said pointing to the clothes on the bed. "You look so cute when you're mad," he added.

"But we're just going to the mall," Janice tried to reason with Tim again.

"No buts. Now hurry up, I'll see you downstairs in ten minutes. Don't be late," Tim said with a confidence in his voice that he didn't really feel. This was the first test for Janice and him. He wasn't at all certain what the outcome would be.

Tim sighed a quiet sigh of relief when he saw Janice come down the stairs wearing the clothes he had asked. He felt a little twinge of excitement when he saw her dark nipples under the thin blouse. His hands went to her ass as he hugged her to him. She shivered when he squeezed her firm ass cheeks. Tim was satisfied when he felt her bare ass under her skirt. 

A half-hour later he and Janice arrived at the mall. The first place they went was to a department store where Tim picked out four or five skirts, blouses, and dresses for Janice. Each piece of clothing had in the same thing in common:; they were short, tight, and revealing. No matter how much Janice protested, Tim wouldn't relent and made her try each article on. 

Janice felt very uncomfortable trying on the clothes because she was naked under them. She had never tried on clothes without underwear except for when she was buying bathing suits. However, as much as she tried to deny it, the situation was exciting her. Her hands were shaking as she tried on one lacy blouse, looked in the mirror, and saw her nipples poking through. Then she put on one of the little skirts Tim had selected. God, you could practically see my crotch in this, she thought. She turned around and looked at the rear view in the mirror as she bent forward slightly. A sudden thrill of pride went through her when she saw the long expanse of her thighs revealed below the short hem. "My legs still look pretty damn good," she said in a whisper to herself. Then she bent a little further forward and gasped. The cheeks of her ass were revealed and the puffy pouch of her vagina could be plainly seen between her thighs. 

"Are you ever going to come out of there?" Tim asked from outside the curtain. 

Janice's face was flush when she peeked out of the dressing room and was told by Tim to come out so he could see the clothes. She rushed out, praying that there was no one else around. Unfortunately, there were two older women waiting for a booth. They both looked at Janice with surprise and a hint of disapproval. As soon as Tim gave his nod of approval, she rushed back into the privacy of the dressing room, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Old biddies!" she said to herself.

Finally, she had tried on every article of clothing. Tim took the ones he liked most and purchased them while Janice dressed again. 

The next stop was the exercise section where Tim made Janice purchase several pair of skin-tight stretch shorts and tops. He said she needed to get into shape.

As Tim and Janice walked hand in hand down the mall, he noticed that all the men who passed them would look at Janice's bouncing breasts. He could feel her tense beside him when one would stare for too long. Yet, there was nothing she could do to stop the staring. There were several men who seemed to pass by more than once. It almost seemed to Tim as if Janice was walking taller, with her chest thrust out. Tim smiled with pride. 

"Yes, this should do," Tim said almost to himself as he stopped in front of a shoe store. Then he turned to Janice. "I want you to go in and pick out three or four pair of four -inch high heels. They can be any color;, you decide."

"Aren't you coming in?" she asked.

"No, I'll wait out here."

Janice thought that was strange but walked into the shoe store and began to look around. As she stood looking at a pair of shoes, a young man came up to her and asked if he could help. She looked around for a female clerk but saw none. Suddenly it dawned on Janice. There were two young men in the store and she was going to have to be waited on by one of them. Her heart started to pound as she realized that when she sat down there would be no way that she could prevent the young man from looking up her skirt. When Janice turned to look for Tim, she saw him standing outside looking through the window with a smile on his face. 




The Journey Pt. 01



"Ma'am, may I help you?" the young man asked again.

"Uh... I'm sorry, uh... I would like to see these shoes in various colors," Janice said nervously, pointing to a pair of stiletto heels. "Size 8 medium, I think."

"Have a seat right over there. Let's get a measurement first," the young man said with a bright smile. The clerk led Janice over to a chair and had her sit down. He knelt at her feet, fiddling with the measuring device.

Janice could feel her face turning red as she saw the young man's eyes on her very exposed thighs. He was so young, maybe just out of high school or - God forbid! - still in high school. She looked away, unable to watch as the clerk sat on a low stool and reached for her foot. Then he lifted her leg in order to get her foot situated in the measuring device. She could feel her thighs separating and knew that he could see far up her thighs.

The young man had seen plenty of women come in with short skirts on. He and his partner would fight over which one of them would wait on the best-looking women. It was his turn. He was delighted when he saw this older woman come into the store. From the angle that he was sitting now, he had a fairly clear view up her skirt. She wasn't wearing nylons and it almost looked like she wasn't wearing any panties either. 

The clerk took an inordinately long time to get the proper measurements. He even took the other foot and measured it saying that everybody had one foot that was smaller than the other. His eyes were rarely on the measuring device though. Subtly, he tried to maneuver her legs to get a better view. 

However, Janice wasn't going to make it easy for him. She continually pulled her skirt down and shifted to protect her modesty. It was a losing battle. 

Finally, when the young clerk could delay it no more, he got up, excused himself, and went over toward the stock room to get several pair of shoes.

"Hey, Ron," he whispered excitedly as he passed his partner. "We have a hot one over there. I don't think she has any panties on. And I know she isn't wearing a bra. God, you should see those nipples!"

"No kidding?" the other clerk said excitedly. "Can I help?" 

"She's mine," he said smugly. 

"Come on man! I let you work with one of mine," the other boy pleaded.

"All right, if you loan me ten bucks until payday, you can bring a couple of pairs out."

"No problem," the other boy smiled, pulling a ten-dollar bill from his wallet and following his friend into the stock room.

The clerk hurried back to Janice with a stack of boxes of shoes. "I wasn't sure which style you would like, so I brought a couple in each color."

Janice tried to concentrate on getting a pair of shoes that fit but it was nearly impossible. In spite of her embarrassment, she could feel herself getting excited. She tried vainly to keep her legs together as the young boy moved her feet carelessly around again, pretending to have trouble fitting her foot into the shoes. Finally, she sighed in resignation and decided that if Tim wanted her to act like a slut that's what she would do. She looked one last time at Tim through the window. She gave him a tight-lipped frown and thought briefly about sticking her tongue out at him. Then she turned back to the young man sitting on the low stool in front of her.

Her heart was pounding in her chest when she lifted her leg, setting her foot on the chair to buckle a strap around her ankle. This caused her skirt to slide up her leg. One thigh slipped away from the other in the process. If the young man had any doubt that she was wearing no underwear, it had been removed. Janice saw his eyes staring directly at her exposed crotch. She suppressed a moan when she felt her large sex lips pulse and juice begin to trickle out. 

It became almost comical watching the two young men scurry around, bringing her shoe after shoe. By the time she had purchased three pair, both young men had tents in their pants and Janice was worried that she was going to leave a stain on the back of her skirt. She walked up to the counter and gave the boy her credit card with a smile. She saw his face blush when she looked him in the eyes. When he handed her the card back she said, "Thank you, young man. You were very helpful."

"Uh... uh... you're welcome," he stuttered.

When Janice walked out of the store with her shoes in a bag, Tim was standing there with a wide grin on his face. "Was that fun for you?" she asked, trying unsuccessfully to act angry.

"Yes, it was. Now we have one last stop at the lingerie store."

Janice moaned and walked with Tim down the mall. She could feel her thighs sticking together as her juice still trickled from her swollen lips.

"Hi, Tim," an attractive woman said in greeting as the two walked into the store. Then she hugged him in a familiar fashion and kissed him briefly on the lips.

"Hi, Felicia," Tim said, returning the hug. "Felicia Raymond, this is my wife, Janice," Tim said turning to introduce his wife.

"Hi, Janice," Felicia said with a bright smile. 

"Hello," Janice said in a less than friendly tone. She wondered how Tim knew this strikingly beautiful older woman. Suddenly she felt a little twinge of jealousy.

It was easy for Tim to see the look of concern on Janice's face. "Felicia and I go back a long way together. I worked with her when she left her ad agency. She is going to help us pick out some nice sexy outfits for you."

Janice looked at Felicia in surprise. She didn't need any help picking out underwear. Tim acted like this had all been prearranged she thought.

Felicia smiled at Tim. She was surprised by his call yesterday but readily agreed to go along with his plan to make his married life a little more exciting. Felicia would do anything for Tim because he was more than a friend. She owed him... she owed him big. When she was in her thirties, everybody thought she was washed up. Though she was still beautiful, no one wanted a model in her thirties. Tim took her into his agency and got her work that made her enough money to be comfortable for the rest of her life. She and Tim had never been intimate but she would have done anything he wanted. 

Felicia was a divorced woman in her early forties. She had taken some of the money she had made working for Tim's agency and bought the store. While she didn't really need the money, the store kept her busy and gave her the opportunity to stay involved with the modeling business. In fact, she had been instrumental in starting several young ladies in the business. When she looked at Janice she mused that she was pretty enough to be a model herself. 

Felicia still had a classy look and moved like the model she had been. She was tall with black hair and penetrating blue eyes. Her body was still in great shape and she had even avoided the surgeon's knife, unlike so many of her friends. 

"Come with me," Felicia said, taking Janice's hand and led her toward the back of the store. "Sandy, take the counter for me," Felicia said to a young woman who was straightening up clothes.

"Certainly, Ms. Raymond," the woman replied and hurried to the front. 

Janice saw that there were a number of sexy outfits hanging on a bar in the dressing room area and some lying on a table. 

"Jim tells me you are about my size but I can see that you have a much larger chest," Felicia said with an indulgent smile at Tim. 

Janice blushed when she saw the woman look directly at her almost see-through blouse. She knew that her nipples were still hard and plainly visible through the thin material. 

"Men!" Felicia said with a little smile as she sized up Janice's full breasts under the thin blouse. "I'm sure I have some sexy bras that will fit you. Try this corset on while I go and get larger- sized bras," Felicia said, handing her an outfit on a hanger.

Janice stepped behind the curtain and took off her blouse and skirt, leaving her naked but for her heels and nylons. She picked up the first piece of clothing. She looked at the tiny piece of material in her hand. It was skimpy waist cincher that had garter straps hanging from the bottom. Before Janice could put it on, the curtain opened and Felicia walked in. Janice jumped and pulled the little piece of material over her body. It was much too small to cover her nakedness.

"Here are some larger bras. The material is soft but under-wired to help support you when you are wearing a low- cut outfit," Felicia said, smiling at Janice's embarrassment. She appraised the naked woman in front of her. She looks even better with her clothes off, Felicia thought as her eyes ran up and down the younger woman's body. "Don't worry, sweetie, I've been in the modeling business for a lot of years and I have seen more naked women then you can count." Felicia reached out and pulled the waist cincher from Janice's hand. 

Janice stood naked and in shock, as Felicia then wrapped the little piece of clothing around her waist and snapped it up the back. It had cup areas where the breasts would be supported, but her upper breasts and nipples were left bare. It squeezed her waist in, emphasizing her hips and bust. When worn under clothes, it would look like she was braless. 

Felicia moved around Janice, touching her body here and there making sure the outfit was comfortable. She put her fingers under the sides, checking for fit. She even lifted the cups under Janice's breasts insuring it was the correct size. 

Janet stood tensely as this attractive woman touched her body in places that not even her doctor dared touch. 

"There, that looks very sexy," she said and pushed the curtain slightly aside and motioned to Tim.

Tim looked into the dressing room at his mortified wife. "Wow, that looks great. We'll take it," Tim said excitedly.

"All right, calm down, boy. We have a lot more to try on. I'll call you when we need you." Felicia closed the curtain. 

For over an hour, Felicia helped Janice try on outfit after outfit. With each piece of clothes, Felicia took more and more liberties with Janice. Janice, for her part, felt helpless. No matter how hard she tried to hate what was happening, her body betrayed her. She could feel herself quivering inside. Her heart was racing when she saw Felicia kneel in front of her to clip a pair of nylons to the garter around her waist. She was embarrassed when she realized that Felicia's face just inches from her swollen crotch. Janice was afraid to look down for she knew that her large inner lips were swollen and protruding from between the outer lips. She could even smell her own excitement so she knew that Felicia could smell it as well. 

"Oh my," Felicia said when she looked at Janice's crotch. Her thighs were literally covered in a clear juice. It hung in silvery strings from her pubic hair and the swollen inner lips. "Excuse me just a second." Felicia left the dressing room and returned a minute later with several Kleenex tissues. 

Janice stood paralyzed with fear as Felicia again knelt and pushed her legs apart. She used the Kleenex to gently wipe her glistening thighs. It seemed that she spent more time than was necessary wiping up the juice. Little shivers rippled through Janice's body as she felt the breath of the woman on her upper legs. When she looked down, she could only see the top of the woman's head, but she could tell that her eyes were staring at her vagina. For a second she thought that she was going to lean forward and kiss her. 

"I've never seen lips that large before," Felicia whispered almost to herself.

Then Janice saw one of Felicia's fingers slide up her thigh. "Oh God," she moaned as she felt the finger slide across her thigh. Slowly it moved upward until it touched her swollen lips. The finger slid between the lips and across the swollen clit. Suddenly, and incredibly, Janice felt a climax run down her body. She felt like she might collapse as her hands reached out and grasped the older woman's shoulders for support. "Ohhhhh!!! Oh Jesus," she whimpered as her body shook with illicit pleasure. 

Felicia stood up, placing her hands on Janice's hips to steady her. The older woman was breathing heavily as well now. She looked into Janice's surprised face. "I think we have enough clothes for you today," she said breathlessly, pulling her naked body to her. 

Janice was staring right into the classy woman's eyes, her breasts flattened against the Felicia's cloth-covered chest of Felicia. Again, she felt like Felicia was going to kiss her. This time she was right. Her eyes opened wide in shock as Felicia moved her lips to hers for a wet kiss. Janice stood tensely as the older woman's mouth opened and her tongue pushed on her own closed lips. The probing tongue was insistent and forced itself into her mouth. Janice moaned in spite of herself when she tasted the woman's sweet saliva. 

Felicia pulled away from her naked friend. "Tim is a lucky man and you are a very sexy woman," Felicia said and touched Janice's face gently with her hand. "Maybe I'll see you again, sweetie."

Janice was speechless. She never remembered feeling attracted to a woman before. Yet, as she stared into her eyes, she almost felt drawn to kiss her back. With all her will, she restrained herself and pulled away. She saw a little disappointment in Felicia's eyes. "Uh... thank you... you were a big help," Janice quickly added, her face turning red at the thought of what she was really thanking her for.

Felicia's face brightened. "You're welcome. , Anytime." 

Tim almost had to carry Janice from the mall that afternoon. Her legs felt like rubber. The entire experience had almost been too much for her.

As soon as Tim and Janice left the store, Felicia went over to her assistant. "Sandy, put a sign on the door that we are out to dinner and then come back in the back room."

Sandy's face broke into a wide grin. "Yes, ma'am," she said and hurried to put the sign in the window. Felicia was already naked when Sandy walked into the back of the store.

Chapter 4

Tim made Janice a strong drink when they arrived home. He left her sitting on the bed and went into the bathroom. A short time later he came out and pulled Janice from the bed. She was like a rag doll as he stripped her clothes off and led her into the bathroom. 

The bathroom was lit in the glow of a dozen fragrant candles. The large Jacuzzi tub was filled with a steaming bubble bath. 

Janice stepped into the steaming water and settled down with a moan of pleasure. Tim handed her another drink, then leaned over the tub, and gently began to bath her. At one point he looked at her face and smiled. "I love you," he whispered and kissed her lips gently. 

When he was finished washing her, Tim left, letting Janice soak for a long time before he came back in and pulled her to her feet. He took a soft fluffy towel and dried her but didn't let her get out of the tub.

Janice saw that he had brought with him a pair of scissors, a razor, and shaving cream. She looked at him quizzically as he placed them on a towel on the side of the tub. She felt a sinking feeling as he picked up the scissors and began to trim her pubic hair. When he had it very short, he lathered her up and used the razor to remove all of her pubic hair. Then he rinsed her with a gentle spray of warm water and patted her dry.

"Beautiful," Tim said to himself as he looked at his handiwork. 

Tim took Janice's hand and began to lead her out of the bathroom. When he felt her stop, he turned to look at her. He saw that she was staring into the mirror at her smoothly shaven pubic mound. 

God, I almost look obscene, she thought as she looked at her large protruding inner lips hanging from her hairless pubic area. She had never really noticed how incredible large they were. She knew that they got even larger when she was excited. Then she felt a tug on her hand and followed Tim into the bedroom.

"Get on the bed on your back," Tim ordered.

She looked at him like she didn't understand. 

"Come on, get on the bed."

Janice climbed onto the bed and laid on her back in the middle. She was shocked when Tim began to tie her hands to the bedpost above her head. "Tim, what are you doing?" she asked, frightened.

"Shhhhh!" Tim whispered, as he finished tying her hands then went to her feet. He pulled her legs apart and tied each leg to a bedpost. When he had her spread and helpless on the bed, he stood back and stripped off his clothes. Then he crawled onto the bed, between his wife's legs, on his hands and knees. He looked up at her and said, "You never seemed to have really liked it when I have eaten you before. I'm going to eat you this time for my own pleasure. I hope you enjoy it as well."

"Tim, no, oh God!," Janice exclaimed as she watched Tim bend his head. It's dirty! her mind screamed. 

Tim kissed slowly up her thighs, taking time to touch every inch of her soft inner thigh. He could feel her legs tremble as he neared her vagina. However, when he got close, he moved back - all the way to her knee. He kissed down her calf to her ankle until finally he reached her toes. 

Janice watched as Tim opened his mouth and took her big toe inside. She felt a chill run down her spine. It tickled, yet suddenly her vagina began to throb. She would have never believed that having her toe sucked could be sensual. Yet, she could feel her sex lips begin to swell as Tim sucked first one toe then another until ever toe was wet with his saliva. His tongue moved between each toe, sliding in and out slowly, sensuously. Then he moved to the other foot, kissed, and licked it until he felt Janice quivering. Finally, he began to kiss up her legs again, stopping to lick the sensitive areas around her knee.

Now Tim could feel Janice begin to squirm, pulling unconsciously against her bonds. He smiled to himself as he neared her vagina again. He could smell her excitement and he could see that her lips were now swollen. There was a clear liquid running from her hole. Her beautiful, smoothly shaven vagina excited him beyond reason. He was shaking as he settled between her legs. Tim stuck out his tongue and gentle licked Janice's swollen lips.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Janice moaned.

Tim used his fingers to pry the outer lips open, leaving the inner lips exposed. He stared at the wrinkled flesh for a long time. Finally, he gently blew warm air on the sensitive skin and watched it quiver.

"Oh God, Tim!," Janice pleaded, pulling on her bonds. 

Tim looked up at her lust- filled eyes. He stuck out his tongue and touched the swollen clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Janice moaned and threw her head back, her fists closed tightly.

Then he flicked his tongue rapidly on the quivering nub. Janice began to shake like she having a seizure, her arm's and leg's pulling at her bonds. "Ohhhhhhh Godddddd!!!!"

"Ohhhhhhh Godddddd!!!!"

Tim opened his mouth and sucked the swollen lips inside. His mouth was practically filled with her sweet flesh. Tim moaned deep in his throat at the taste of his wife's vagina. He knew that he would never be denied this pleasure again. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God!," Janice screamed, pulling violently against the bonds holding her arms and legs. Suddenly, it felt like her body might go into convulsions. Every muscle was stretched like a rubber band. Her hips lifted off the bed. 

Tim grabbed her hips, holding them down and began to suck her swollen vagina like a madman, ignoring her screams. 

Fireworks were going off in Janice's head, causing bright flashes of light behind her tightly closed eyes. She had never felt anything like it in her life. Shock waves emanated from her groin and ran up and down her body. "Tim, Tim, ohhhhhh God, Tim," she breathed as the most incredible climax of her life rolled through her. 

Tim continued to eat his wife long after her shuddering stopped. He was lost in his own world until he heard her moans change. He realized that she was becoming sensitive. When he pulled away and looked up at her, he saw that her eyes were closed and there were tears rolling down her cheeks. Suddenly concerned, he untied her hands and feet, crawled in bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. "Is everything okay?" he asked, clearly worried. 




The Journey Pt. 01



"Everything is wonderful," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.

Tim was relieved when he saw a smile come through the tears. The hardness of his penis had diminished some when he thought he had gone too far. However, as soon as their lips met, he was rock hard again.

"Thank you, thank you. That was... That was... incredible. I never knew what I was missing," Janice said sincerely. "Where did you learn that stuff?"

"I read a lot," Tim said, his face turning red at the admission. 

Janice looked at him, searching his eyes for the truth. It was there. "Do you... do you... uh... want me to you know... do the same to you?" she struggled to say.

"Not tonight. Right now I want to be inside you," Tim replied, almost embarrassed again.

Janice smiled and lifted her leg and placed it over Tim's hip, her breast pressed to his chest. She reached down and grasped his hard penis and felt it pulse in her hand. She was almost surprised at the size. It somehow seemed larger, almost like she was feeling him for the first time. She heard him moan as she brought the swollen head to her still sensitive lips. First she rubbed it up and down her slit, letting her fat, blood filled inner lips massage the head. Then she placed it at the opening of her hole, grabbed his hips, and pulled him slowly into her, humping her hips at the same time.

"Oh Jesus," Tim moaned as he felt his wife's warm tunnel caresses his flesh, taking him deep inside. Tim began to slowly move in and out, trying to control his excitement. "Oh God, baby, I'm not going to last very long," he said with regret.

"It's okay. I want you to cum in me. I want everything that you've been saving for me all day. I want to sleep all night with your sweet sperm inside me. I love you Tim." Janice kissed Tim's lips, forcing her tongue deep into his mouth.

Tim moaned deep into his wife's mouth as his penis jerked inside her body. It was his turn for fireworks to go off in his head as his pent- up excitement and love released itself into his wife's loving body.

Janice could feel her husband's sperm filling her. She felt closer to him then she had ever felt before. 

They fell asleep in each other's arms, Tim's penis gradually losing its firmness and slipping from her body, followed by a trail of his sperm. 

Chapter 5

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Tim said as he walked into the bedroom with a tray of food.

Janice opened her eyes slowly then smiled as she remembered last night. "Good morning, sweetheart," she said as she set up in bed and stretched. "What's this? , Breakfast in bed? Did I die and go to heaven?" she joked.

"Nope, I just wanted to make sure that you had plenty of strength for today."

Janice looked at Tim with a worried look. "What's going to happen today that I need my strength?" she asked as she watched Tim sit a tray with cereal, toast, orange juice, and coffee on her lap.

"Well, we are going to go to the gym. I think you are a little out of shape," he said with a smile. "Then I'm taking you to dinner at a nice restaurant. I have a little surprise for you that will make our dinner very interesting."

"What kind of surprise?" Janice asked with dread in her voice as she slowly began to eat.

"You'll find out. That's all I'll tell you for now."

Janice moaned as a shiver raced through her. "Tim, yesterday was wonderful but I don't know about the other stuff."

"Well, you know the safe word. If you say it three times, we will stop everything," Jim said with a frown.

Janice was quiet for a long time, thinking as she ate. She couldn't deny that yesterday and last night was the most exciting time of her life, even more exciting than her wedding night. She wasn't about to use the safe word for this. "No, I don't want to use the safe word," she stated emphatically. 

Tim sighed with relief. He was so excited about the week ahead that he could hardly wait. Yet, he knew that he had to be calm and take his time. If he made a critical mistake, it could all be over with and that could be a serious blow to their relationship.

When Janice finished breakfast and got out of bed, she realized that she needed another shower. She had dried cum all over her legs and her vagina. She took a long shower then dried herself and used a scented cream on her body. When she lifted one leg to the vanity to smooth cream on the back of her thigh, she almost gasped. She saw her vagina almost obscenely exposed, the large lips dangling between her smooth outer lips. With trembling fingers she opened herself, exposing her little clit and already wet hole. The little nub was still swollen some. It was smooth and almost looked like a miniature penis. When she touched the bump of flesh, it quivered and she moaned. It was still sensitive from the previous night. Then she slid a finger into her hole. Another gasp escaped her lips and her hips began to move. With great will power, she pulled her finger out. It was shinny with juice. On impulse she brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it clean. Her finger tasted like her, yet there was something more. Suddenly she remembered that she probably had some of Tim's sperm left inside her. An excited shiver raced through her as she moved her fingers back to her vagina. This time she slid two inside and worked them around. When she pulled them out, they were slick with juice. Again, she brought the fingers to her mouth and one at a time she sucked them clean. 

Janice spent a long time exploring herself like she should have done as a little girl. Unfortunately, she had been taught that it was dirty. Finally, she concluded that there was nothing dirty about her sexual parts. In fact, she liked the way she looked. 

When she finally came out of the bathroom, she saw that Tim had laid out a pair of exercise shorts and top. Just as she picked up the shorts, Tim came in carrying her exercise suit and wearing his own exercise outfit.

"Come on, sweetie, we have to get moving."

Janice started to get a pair of panties from the dresser.

"No panties!" Tim said, sitting on the bed to watch her dress.

Janice looked at Tim and gave him an indulgent smile. She put her feet into the shorts and pulled them up her thighs. She immediately realized that these shorts were very, very tight. By the time she had them around her waist, she knew that there had to be a mistake. "These shorts are too small. They must have made a mistake at the store."

"No, they didn't. I got them two sizes smaller," Jim smiled lecherously. 

"God, I can't wear these," she said as she walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She gasped when she saw that the skintight gray cotton shorts revealed her vagina in an obscene manner. The seam of the shorts ran directly between her lips, separating them and emphasizing their size. The only good thing was that the shorts had an absorbent pad in the crotch. However, the pad only served to further separate and stimulate the lips of her vagina. 

Tim watched from the bed as Janice looked at herself in the mirror with shock on her face. He loved the shorts. From the rear, they shaped and outlined her ass to perfection. He could even see the little dimple she had on her right cheek. The seam in the rear separated her ass cheeks, emphasizing their firmness beautifully.

"Tim, I'll be arrested if I walk out of the house in these," she pleaded. 

"That's why I have an exercise suit for you. Now, come on. , Put your top and shoes on and let's get going," Tim ordered.

Janice sighed in resignation and pulled the sport top over her head. It was not a surprise to her that the matching top was just as tight. It shaped her breasts like the shorts shaped her ass. Her nipples could be seen without them even being hard. Even the bumps on the areola could be plainly seen. The top came just below her breasts, leaving a long expanse of her stomach bare.

Tim and Janice drove silently to the gym. They were both excited, but in a different way. Tim was excited that he was going to expose his wife to all the lecherous men. Janice was excited as well, but she was also worried. She hadn't been to the gym in a long time. However, there still could be someone there that she knew there. That thought worried her and made her heart beat rapidly.

The gym was a large facility on the outskirts of town. It had a very large room that was mirrored all around with treadmills, exercise bikes, step machines and other aerobic equipment. There were several physical trainers available for a fee. There was also a swimming pool, sauna, juice bar, and every piece of weight equipment made. The facility was always packed with people. However, it seemed to Janice that most of the people there didn't need a gym because they were already in great shape. It was a great place to show off. 

Tim and Janice walked into the gym and found a couple of treadmills together. Tim began his warm-up exercises and watched Janice begin hers. When he was sufficiently warm, Tim slipped off his sweat suit and got on the treadmill. He watched as Janice continued to warm up, delaying the inevitable.

"Come on, Janice," Tim coaxed.

Janice knew that she couldn't delay it forever so she slowly slipped off her pants and top. She looked around and saw that no one was looking her way yet. She adjusted the treadmill and began to walk at a rapid pace. It only took her a few seconds to realize that she was in trouble. The seam of the tight shorts was moving back and forth between her sex lips. Within seconds, every step began to send a little sexual shock through her groin.

Tim smiled as he watched Janice begin to run. He could see the look on her face and knew exactly what she was feeling. He congratulated himself on being so diabolical.

Within ten minutes, Janice was struggling to remain calm. Her heart was beating rapidly but not just from the exercise. She wasn't sure how long she could stand the rubbing between her legs. God she thought, she could even feel the seam rubbing on her little rear hole. It was a sawing motion, moving from back to front with each stride. 

Soon, Janice's face was red and dripping sweat. She could feel her heart beating in her temples. Suddenly, she looked in the mirror in front of her and saw several guys standing behind her, pretending to talk. However, she knew that they were looking at her ass. An unwanted thrill raced through her, adding juice to her already sodden crotch. Suddenly, her legs started to quiver and she grasped the support bars in her hands. No matter how she fought it, her body betrayed her. She quickly moved her feet to the side of the moving treadmill as her vagina started to quiver and her legs shook. Her head bent forward and she gripped the bars until her knuckles turned white as ripples of pleasure coursed through her.

Tim looked over and saw Janice leaning forward, no longer running, her body quivering. He knew what was happening; Janice was climaxing right in the middle of the public gym. He had been successful beyond his wildest dream.

The two men behind Janice were not paying attention to her face; they were staring at her ass as she bent forward.

Janice couldn't believe what had just happened to her. She had never had a climax that fast or that easily. Her legs were still shaking as she got back on the treadmill. She reduced the speed until it was only at a fast walk. Even then, she could still feel the seam rubbing her now very sensitive vagina. She fought her rising excitement again. It was the longest half-hour she had ever spent on a treadmill.

Tim came over to Janice when he was finished on the treadmills. "I have arranged for a little lesson for you with Steve Jackson on the weights," he said.

"Oh God," Janice groaned, as she wiped her sweat covered face and then wrapped the towel around her waist to cover her shorts.

Tim led Janice over to the weight exercise area. There he introduced Janice to a good looking and very fit young man. He was in his mid twenties with a gymnast's body. His upper body, under his tight shirt, rippled with muscles. He had on a pair of jogging shorts, exposing most of his muscled legs. 

"I'll leave you in Steve's very capable hands dear. I'm going to get a fruit drink at the bar."

Janice stood in front of Steve, holding her towel at her waist to cover up her obscene shorts. However, she could see his eyes staring at her very hard nipples.

"Okay, Mrs. Harwick, we'll start out with the free weights. Have a seat here and lean back. Have you used weights before?" the young man asked, smiling as he watched Janice pull the towel from her waist.

"Uh... yes I have," Janice said as she lay back under the barbell. Her face flushed at the thought of the view she was giving the young man. In this position, her legs were spread and her lower half was exposed to anyone that wanted to see her. She could already feel Steve's eyes on her groin. She even thought she heard an intake of breath on his part. 

Steve put Janice through an exercise routine that was designed for someone that had not exercised for a while. He had her lift with her arms, her legs and even had her on her stomach, letting her lift with the back of her lower legs. In that position, her ass was on display to the steady stream of men that seemed to need to pass by.

At one point Steve stood over Janice's prone body, straddling her chest to support the barbell she was attempting to lift. Janice had to gasp when she realized that she could look directly up his short leg. My God, she thought, he doesn't have any underwear on. She could see his half hard erection up the leg of his shorts. A little whimper escaped her lips as she felt her vagina quiver with renewed excitement. 

Janice was relieved when the lesson was finally over. Even with the pad in her shorts, she could feel her juice soaking through. 

Steve handed Janice a business card. She looked at the card and saw that he was a certified fitness trainer and licensed masseuse. It also showed that he gave private lessons and massages in the home.

Chapter 6

Tim was waiting for Janice when she came out of the bathroom after her shower. "I have a reservation at seven at Gerardo's. I've laid out everything you will need to wear. However, when you're dressed, I have one little addition."

Janice looked at him suspiciously as she put on the pretty summer dress. The dress was bright yellow and made of a thin cotton material. It was short as usual but this time it was also low cut with little spaghetti straps holding the material covering her bare breasts. She knew that she would have to be careful when she bent over or one or both breasts would fall out. She was surprised when she saw that there was a pair of panties lying on the bed with her dress and thigh high nylons. When she was dressed, she put on a pair of the four-inch high heels that she had purchased yesterday. 

Tim whistled when he saw the total package. "You look gorgeous, sweetie," he said sincerely.

Janice spun around in front of the mirror. I do look pretty good, she thought. Her nice tan went well with the yellow color of the dress. The impossibly high heels emphasized her calf and thigh muscles.

"Now, I have a little addition to your outfit." He held up a small, penis shaped, rubber vibrator. It was flesh colored and looked to be about five inches long. In Tim's other hand was a remote control device.

"What is that?" Janice asked, already knowing the answer.

"Pull your dress up for a second."

Janice shook her head in amazement and then pulled her dress up to reveal her little cotton panties. She watched as Tim pulled her panties to her thighs. A moan escaped her lips when he slowly slipped the fake penis into her vagina. "Tim," she moaned when the rubber penis was all the way inside her.

Tim quickly pulled the panties up, securing the base of the device inside her body. "Now let's test it." Tim turned on the vibrator.

"Ohhhh!" Janice gasped as the penis vibrated inside her. She could feel her entire pubic area vibrate, especially her rapidly swelling clit.

Tim turned the knob to the second notch. 

"Tim," Janice pleaded as she felt the movement inside her increase.

"One more." The control device was moved to the third notch.

"Oh God, Tim! Stop it, please."

Tim smiled, leaving the device on for a few more seconds. He watched his wife begin to quiver in excitement. Mercifully, he finally turned the device off. "That should do it." He smiled and took his wife's shaking hand and led her down the stairs.

Tim felt proud of his creativity. All his years in the creative side of the ad business had paid off, he thought with a smile on his face. He had purchased the device at a local porn shop. It was a little expensive because it was cordless, but worth every penny. The battery-operated remote worked from about ten feet away so he could turn it on and off anytime he wanted. Tim was going to have fun tonight.

Janice could feel the fake penis moving inside her with every step that she took as she walked to the car. She gave Tim a dirty look as she sat carefully on the seat and slid into the car. A little groan escaped her lips as her weight forced the penis deeper into her. She squirmed on the seat until she found a place where she could sit comfortably. It wasn't exactly lady like, as she had to scoot forward and open her legs. 

Tim hurried around the car and got into the driver's seat. After he had started the car, he paused and took the device out of his pocket. He smiled evilly at Janice and turned the knob.

Janice closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together as a little moan escaped her lips. 

"Still works," Tim said and turned the device off.

Tim and Janice sat quietly as they drove to the restaurant. When they stopped at a light about a block from the restaurant, Tim turned the vibrator on again. 

"Tim, please," Janice pleaded, her hips squirming.

"I'm going to leave it on until the light changes," Tim said in a matter -off -fact tone.

"Oh God," Janice moaned as she stared at the red light as if that would make it change quicker. However, it was a long light, lasting several minutes. Within a few seconds, Janice was breathing heavily and she could feel her panties getting soaked. Her buttocks began to lift subtly off the seat. "Tim," Janice moaned, clenching her fists.

Tim watched his wife with a big smile on his face. His only concern was that she would climax before he was ready. He didn't want that to happen. It was his intention to tease her until she was wild with passion. Then he was going make love to her. Or better yet, he was going to FUCK her. 

Fortunately for Janice, the light changed and Tim turned off the device before she lost control. She let out her breath and sighed with relief and frustration.

Tim held Janice's hand as they were led to an intimate table in a corner of the restaurant. He could feel her squeezing his hand with each step. He knew that the fake penis was moving inside her.

Tim held the chair for Janice as she sat carefully. She frowned at him, her lips pursed. Tim just smiled back and moved over to his chair and sat down, placing the control device on the table next to his silverware. After the waitress had taken their drink order, Tim picked up the device, holding it idly in his hand.

Janice watched her husband wearily as he fingered the device. When the waitress came back and sat the drinks on the table, Janice saw Tim move the device under the table. Immediately she felt the vibrations begin again and tried to suppress a moan. 

The waitress heard her gasp and said, "Is everything okay, Miss.?" 

"Uh... uh... yes, everything is fine," Janice stuttered. 

"What's that noise?" the waitress asked when she heard a low humming sound.

Janice's face turned beet red when she realized that the end of the vibrator was touching the wooden chair under her. 




The Journey Pt. 01



Tim turned the device off quickly. "I didn't hear anything," Tim said, suppressing a laugh.

"I thought for sure I heard a noise. Oh well, my hearing isn't what it used to be. Are you ready to order?"

"Just a moment more," Tim said.

"When the waitress had left Janice looked at Tim and said, "Tim, this thing is driving me crazy."

"You know the safe word," he said, confident that she wouldn't use it for this. 

Janice grew quiet, squirming in her chair again.

Throughout the dinner, Tim would turn the vibrator on and off. By the time they were ready to leave, Janice's panties were soaked and she had been on the verge of climax too many times to count.

It was dark outside when they walked to the car. Tim held Janice around the waist because she was having trouble walking. When they reached the car, Tim turned Janice to him and pressed her to the door. He brought his lips to hers for a passionate kiss. 

"God, Tim, I'm so hot," Janice whimpered as she pressed her hips into him.

"So am I, sweetie," Tim answered and brought his hands to the hem of her dress and began to slide it up her legs. By the time Janice realized what was happening, Tim had the hem almost to her waist.

"Tim, stop, not here," she protested. She felt incredibly exposed standing in a public parking lot with her dress around her waist, leaving her with just her panties holding the bulging penis inside her. Then she gasped as she felt Tim pulled her panties down her legs. In a panic she looked around and saw that the parking lot was deserted. "What are you doing?" she whispered tensely. 

"I'm going to replace the fake cock with a real one," Tim said and pulled the fake penis from her very swollen vagina. It almost seemed that the hole didn't want to let go. There was a sucking sound as the rubber left her body. "My, my," Tim exclaimed when he saw the dripping rubber penis he held in his hand. Janice moaned as her stretched vagina closed. The rubber penis had been in her so long that she felt very empty now.

He put the slick penis in his pocket then reached for the tiny straps holding her dress top up.

"Tim," Janice whined again as his hands slid the straps off her shoulders. Janice gasped when she felt the cool night air on her now exposed breasts. The little dress was now bunched uselessly around her waist. She shivered at her total nakedness as a masochistic thrill went through her. 

Janice felt and heard Tim pulling his zipper down. "God, Tim, not here!" she protested again. However, she knew that her protests were useless when she felt Tim pull his hard penis from his pants. Then she didn't care anymore as Tim lifted one of her legs and placed his swollen gland at the opening to her dripping hole. "Oh Godddddd!!!" she moaned when he slowly slid into her. His penis slid in deep on the first push. 

Tim moaned as he felt his wife warm and wet vagina surround him. He knew that he was taking a big risk that someone would see them --- maybe someone they knew. However, that was part of the thrill. He had never been so excited in his life. 

Any worries Tim had disappeared as he started to move slowly in and out. Soon, the movement of his hips increased until he was pounding into his wife. One of her legs was on his arm. The foot of the other leg barely touched the ground, almost lifting up with each upward push. He could feel her juice running down his penis and dripping to the ground between their feet. 

The only sound in the parking lot was the sloppy sucking sound of their joined sex and their grunts of pleasure. 

"Oh yes, fuck meeeee!!!" Janice almost screamed, no longer concerned where they were. She pushed her hips down onto Tim's plunging penis as her body began to race toward climax. Janice wrapped her arms tightly around Tim's neck as her legs began to shake. 

Tim lifted the other leg, pressing her back against the car for support. Almost all of Janice's weight was held up by Tim's penis. 

Janice's body tensed. "I'm... oh yes... I'm... oh God, I'm going to cummmmmmmm." 

The excitement of the evening was too much for Tim as well. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control the inevitable. "Oh God, baby," Tim moaned as he felt his sperm rush up his shaft then exploded into his wife. 

Tim and Janice clung to each other as an intense climax rushed through both of them. 

When their bodies stopped shaking, Tim pulled away and staggered backward, letting Janice's legs drop to the ground. A rush of sperm followed his penis out of his wife's stretched hole. 

Tim suddenly remembered that they were in a public parking lot and looked around. Fortunately, the lot was still deserted. He sighed with relief then turned and kissed his wife tenderly. "I love you."

"I... love... you," Janice answered, barely able to speak. She was physically drained and had to lean against the car door for support. Her legs were so weak that they were barely able to hold her up. She let Tim help her into the car. When he was sitting in the driver's seat, Janice snuggled into him lovingly. 

"Sorry that I got carried away," Tim said.

"I'm not," Janice answered.

Tim smiled.

Chapter 7

The following morning, Tim let Janice sleep in. He was anxious for her to get up to see how she felt about last night. When she hadn't stirred by 10 am, he couldn't wait any longer. He went apprehensively into their room and gently awoke her. "Good morning, sweetheart." 

"Good morning," Janice said, rubbing her eyes then opening her arms to Tim.

"Are you recovered from last night?" Tim asked as casually as he could.

"I'm not sure," she moaned in answer.

Uh oh, Tim thought. Then he saw her smile.

"I think my little hole is still throbbing."

Tim sighed with relief then asked, "Did you enjoy our little escapade?" 

"As much as I hate to admit it, I have to say it was incredible."

Tim's face broke into a wide smile. "Good! There is hope for you yet," Tim said with a self-conscious laugh. 

They snuggled for a few more minutes then Tim said, "Come on and get up. , We have a lot to do."

"What wild and crazy things do you have for me to do today?" Janice asked with a smile.

Tim was heartened by her smile. "Well, I think it's time you learned how to please a man with your mouth," Tim said as he pulled his wife from the bed and toward the bathroom. 

Janice followed reluctantly. She had known that this was going to happen. She was both looking forward to it and dreading it. The few times she had given Tim oral sex she had been drunk. In fact, she couldn't remember too much about it. It wasn't that she didn't want to do it; she knew that men loved it and had read that many women loved it as well. However, it violated all of the things she had been taught. Good girls didn't do that, they had said. In school "those" girls were always the sluts. What she didn't know was that most of her friends were "those" girls. 

In the bathroom, Tim pulled Janice into the shower with him. They spent a half hour giggling and washing each other. When they were rinsed off, Tim got out and brought over the scissors and razor he had used to remove her pubic hair. She looked at him in surprise. She didn't need to be shaved again.

"It's not for you," he said to her unasked question. "It's for me."

"What?"

"I want you to shave me so that we will both be clean shaven," Tim answered with a smile.

Tim had Janice trim his bush then shave him the way he had done her. As she worked on him, his penis began to lengthen. Janice tried to ignore it as she maneuvered around the now stiff rod. She giggled when she tried to push the stiff shaft out of her way, but it kept bouncing back. When she was done, she looked at him and giggled again. His entire pubic area was smooth, including his balls. He would have looked like a little boy if it hadn't been for the throbbing shaft jutting out. "You look like a little boy," Janice said turning her thoughts into words.

"A little boy with a big cock," Tim answered, thrusting his penis at his wife's surprised face. "Now come with me. You are going to make love to this little boy's hard cock with your mouth."

Janice's heart began to pound in her chest. All kinds of thoughts were running through her head. What if she wasn't any good? Would Tim be mad at her? What if he wanted her to drink his sperm? Could she do it? 

"Come on," Tim said pulling a hesitant Janice by the hand.

Tim led Janice over to a comfortable chair in the corner of the bedroom. He sat down as she stood in front of him. Slowly he spread his legs almost obscenely. His still hard penis and smooth pubic area was now on display. 

Janice stood frozen, looking at her husband. "Tim, I... I... don't know what to do."

"Don't worry, I'll show you," he whispered tenderly as he pulled her to her knees between his open legs. He took Janice's head in his hands and leaned forward, kissing her lips. "I want you to make love to my cock, like I did to your pussy," he whispered into her ear. "I've wanted this for so long." Then Tim sat back and looked down at his wife. "Take it in your hand and hold it as you lick my balls."

Janice reached up with her now- shaking hand and held her husband's hard penis. Slowly she bent her head and brought her lips to his smoothly shaven balls. Her tongue came out and she tentatively licked the wrinkly skin. She felt his balls move, squirming in their sack. She licked the skin again, up one large testicle and over to the other. She watched as the two flesh covered balls moved again. It was like they had a life of their own. She placed her tongue under one ball and lifted it with her tongue. When she heard Tim moan, she knew she was doing okay. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked one ball inside. She heard another groan from Tim as she gently sucked. She let the ball slip out of her mouth then sucked the other one in. Janice decided that she liked this. She felt great power when she had his tender balls in her mouth. He had to have great trust in her to let her do this. 

"Oh God, that feels so good, baby," Tim said as he watched Janice's cheeks bulge with his testicle.

Janice just moaned in increased excitement.

When both testicles were dripping with her saliva, Janice sat back and watched his penis throb in excitement. She felt proud that she had made that happen. Without being told, she pulled his penis down until it was pointed straight at her mouth. She looked at the swollen head. She studied the mushroom crown and marveled at how the skin was stretched taut, almost shining. As a large drop of clear liquid bubbled out, Janice impulsive stuck out her tongue and licked it off, surprising even herself. The sweet flavor of his pre-cum juice filled her mouth. That's not bad, she thought and squeezed him again, forcing a larger drop out. She licked that up as well. 

"Oh God, suck me," Tim said in excitement.

Janice smiled, now feeling heady with the power she had. She stuck out her tongue and licked around the head, teasing the sensitive skin below the crown, tasting his flesh but avoiding taking the head inside. Then she held his penis up and used little butterfly licks to move up and down his penis. She vaguely heard Tim moaning but she was so engrossed in what she was doing it didn't register. She moved her tongue all around his penis and balls until his entire groin was dripping with her saliva. 

"God please, baby, suck me," Tim pleaded in frustration. When he tried to grab her head, she pulled away, smiling smugly at him. This iswas fun, she thought. It gave her such a feeling of power. "You want me to suck you?," Janice teased, holding Tim's throbbing penis close to her mouth. 

Tim could feel her breath on his swollen head. "Yes, please," Tim said, almost wild with excitement now.

"You want me to take this big, swollen head into my little mouth and suck it?," Janice teased, then kissed the head quickly and noisily. 

"Yes! Yes!"

"Well, I guess you have been a good enough boy," Janice said and opened her mouth. She looked up at her husband as she slowly brought her mouth over the dripping head. She gurgled deep in her throat as she felt his hot flesh fill her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Tim moaned.

Janice held the penis head in her mouth without moving, letting it soak in her saliva. She liked the feel of him inside her mouth. She liked the way the large head stretched her lips. Slowly she began to suck the head, but just the head. Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked like it was a round lollipop. Her lips remained wrapped around the crown as her tongue teased the head. 

"Oh suck me, sweetie!" Tim moaned and tried to pull her head down on his penis.

Janice pulled quickly away, letting the head slip from her mouth with a pop. "Calm down, honey. You wanted me to make love to your penis and that's what I'm going to do."

Tim moaned in frustration but his hands let go of her head. Yes he had told her that he wanted her to make love to his penis but he didn't mean he wanted her to drive him crazy.

Janice moved back to his throbbing shaft. Slowly her mouth covered the head again. She sucked the head for a long time, reveling in is the excitement of it. Each time she felt Tim getting too excited, she would pull away and let him calm down. Then she would start all over again, starting at his balls. She even lifted his legs and used her tongue on the tender under side of his balls. Then she would run her tongue up the backs of his thighs, making him quiver. Janice's own vagina was dripping now. She could feel the large swollen lips throbbing between her thighs. As she began to squeeze her thighs together, she grasped Tim's penis in her hand and took it in her mouth again. Slowly she moved her lips down until the large head was at the back of her throat. She started to suck as her hand began to move up and down the shaft slowly. 

"Oh God, Janice, if you keep that up I'm going to cum," Tim warned.

Janice moaned deep in her throat and began to move her hand faster. She could feel Tim's legs begin to tense and his balls squirm. She knew that he was very close. As his penis began to throb, she had a decision to make. Should she let him cum in her mouth? She decided to take it in her mouth - she could always spit it out. 

"Ohhhhh," Tim moaned as his penis began to throb. He wasn't sure what Janice was going to do. He was going to let her decide this time. He hoped she would keep it in he mouth. 

Janice felt Tim's hips lift off the chair. Suddenly, she heard him moan and felt his penis quiver in her hand. The already large head expanded even more. The first shot hit the back of her throat. Seconds later, her mouth began to fill with his thick sperm. She slowly but firmly squeezed his penis with her hand as squirt after squirt poured into her mouth. Soon, her mouth was filled until there was no room for anymore. She had to do something. Janice closed her eyes, her head spinning with excitement. She swallowed. 

Tim was so wrapped up in his pleasure that he didn't realize that Janice was swallowing his sperm. When he opened his eyes, he saw her looking up at him, his penis still in her mouth. He quickly realized that there was not a speck of his cum anywhere on him. He figured that she still had it in her mouth. Then he saw her sit back, letting his flaccid penis slip from her mouth. Her tongue came out and she licked around her lips. Tim knew that she had swallowed his sperm.

"Did I do a good job?" Janice asked rhetorically.

In answer, Tim pulled Janice up to him and brought her lips to his. If he needed proof, he could taste the remains of his cum in her mouth. He moaned when she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Then he picked her up and took her to the bed. Without a word, he spread her legs and brought his mouth to her very swollen vagina. Within minutes Janice was screaming in pleasure.

Chapter 8

"All right, what's going on now?" Janice asked as she stood in the bedroom with a thigh length bathrobe on. Tim had asked her to get naked and put the robe on but he wouldn't tell her why. 

"I have a special treat for you. I thought you might enjoy a nice professional massage tonight."

"I can't go out like this!"

"Who said anything about going out? I have a licensed masseuse coming over in exactly fifteen minutes."

"Here?"

"Yep! Right in our own living room."

"All right. I guess that would be nice," Janice said hesitantly. "It's been ages since I had a good massage." However, Janice knew that it would be more than a simple massage.

"Good," Tim answered just as the front doorbell rang. "I'll get the door and take care of the money. Give us a few minutes. He'll need a minute to set up."

"He?"

"Yes, I hired Steve Jackson from the exercise club. They tell me he's very good."

"Tim!" Janice said in shock. 

Tim stepped over and hugged Janice. "What difference does it make if it is a him or her? He's a professional." Tim's hands slid down her back and under the hem of the robe. "What's this, panties? You know that panties are not allowed." He quickly slipped the panties down her legs, ignoring the protests. 

"Tim, are you crazy?" Janice felt more than naked now without the panties under the robe. The short terry cloth robe barely covered her buttocks. "Are you going to use the safe word?"

"No!" Janice answered quickly. 

"Okay, then come on down in ten minutes." Tim walked out of the room holding Janice's panties in his hand.

Tim greeted Steve at the door and helped him bring his massage table into the living room and set it up. 

"Thanks for coming on short notice," Tim said.

"No problem. Mondays are generally very slow days anyway."

"Have you been doing this long?" Tim asked.

"No, I just got my licensee a few months ago. I've been trying to fit it in with my physical training appointments because there's good money in massages," Steve said. He saw a questioning look on Tim's face. "Don't worry. , I'm new at this but I'm pretty good."

"I've heard that. Steve, I want you to make sure Janice enjoys herself. She is a little shy but I'm sure you can get her 'loosened up' if you know what I mean," Tim said with a wink.

Steve gave Tim a strange look. 

"Listen, just make sure she has fun," Tim said. He wasn't sure how to tell him that he could take some liberties with Janice. In fact, he wasn't even sure what liberties he wanted him to take. He handed Steve a $100 bill as a tip. 

Steve's eyes opened wide in surprise as he looked at the $100 bill in his hand. 

"That's because I know that you will do a good job. Now, I have some errands to run so I'll be gone for an hour or so. You have her all to yourself." 

Steve still wasn't sure what Tim wanted him to do. He looked at the bill in his hand again then back at Tim. It almost sounded like he was asking him to get a personal with his wife. He was new at this work but he had heard a lot of wild stories. He shrugged his shoulders as Tim walked out the door, deciding he would see how things went. However, the last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize his license. A few minutes later, Steve saw Janice walk quietly into the room. He almost gasped. She looked gorgeous with her short robe barely covering her thighs. She also looked very uncomfortable. His first job would be to get her to relax. 

"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Harwick," Steve said with a boyish smile. He knew that his twinkling blue eyes and smile could be very disarming. 

"Yes," Janice answered in a noncommittal tone, glancing at the young man. He was wearing a skintight tee shirt that emphasized his strong chest and arms. Instead of shorts, he was wearing a pair of baggy exercise pants. The pants almost looked like harem pants, gathered in the front, tied at the waist, and held around his ankles with elastic. On his feet, he had a pair of white socks and running shoes. Janice had to admit that he did look very good: tan, young and fit like a beach boy or lifeguard. 




The Journey Pt. 01



"Okay, Mrs. Harwick, you can take the robe off, then get on the table and cover up with this sheet. I have to get some supplies from the car."

"Where's my husband?"

"He said he had to run out to do some errands."

Janice felt even more nervous now.

"Excuse me. I'll be back in a minute," Steve said. 

After Steve walked out of the room, Janice stood nervously, fidgeting with the belt around her waist. She knew that she couldn't wait long or he would be back. Quickly she stripped off her robe and got onto the table naked. She lay on her back and pulled the sheet up to her neck. 

Steve came back into the room carrying a container of his massage supplies and a portable CD player. He saw Janice's robe on the floor and that hershe was lying on the table. Good, he thought, at least she wouldn't run out of the room screaming. He immediately noticed her large breasts covered by the thin sheet. He could already see the hard nipples poking through the material. "Okay, Mrs. Harwick, you can turn over on your stomach and I will start with your shoulders first. Give me just a minute."

Janice turned over and lay on her stomach. She saw Steve walking around the room placing scented candles here and there. He lit the candles then dimmed the lights in the room. Then he put some soft music on a portable CD player. When he was done, he took a position at the head of the table. Then he gently and neatly folded the sheet down her back until her upper body was bare. Janice squeezed her arms to her sides to keep him from seeing her breasts as they squished out to the sides.

Steve poured massage oil onto his hands and rubbed them together rapidly, making the oil warm.

Janice almost jumped when she felt his hands touch her shoulders. She could feel the material of his pants touch her head as he began to work on her shoulders, his hands strong and soothing.

"Wow! , You're very tense. Just relax," Steve said as he rubbed the warm, scented oil into her shoulders. Within a few minutes Steve could feel the muscles in her upper back begin to relax.

"Ummm!" Janice moaned in spite of herself as she felt his hands massaging the tension from her muscles.

Steve worked on her shoulders, and then moved down her arms until he reached her fingers. He took each one in his hand and rubbed them until they were limp. He moved on to her neck, then her back again, his hands sliding downward until he reached the end of her spine. 

Janice found herself very relaxed as the young man continued to work his magic. When he moved from her head to her legs, she began to tense again. She felt him folding the sheet up until only her backside was covered. She felt exposed as she lay on the table naked but for the thin sheet across her buttocks. This is silly, she thought. He is a professional. Just relax and enjoy it.

Steve began to work on her feet, massaging the tension from them. Then he moved up her legs, caressing her ankles. He was very impressed with the muscle tone of her legs. "You have great legs," Steve said. Then he blushed when he realized how his comment sounded. "Uh... uh... I mean you have great muscle tone in your legs."

"Thank you, Steve," Janice said realizing that the young man was as nervous as she was. 

Steve began to move his hands on her tight calf muscles then up to her thighs. He couldn't help but look at the juncture where the sheet covered the back of her thigh. If that sheet were only a couple of inches higher I would have a great view, he mused. Did she have panties on? he wondered. A little shiver of excitement went through him. You're a professional, he told himself in admonishment. Then he remembered Mr. Hardwick's instruction: --"Make sure she has fun." As his hands worked up her thighs, they gently pushed the sheet a little higher. He heard Janice moan and realized that she was enjoying his fingers working the tightness out of her thighs. His fingers worked a little higher and toward the inside of her thighs. 

Janice was truly enjoying the hands on her thighs. When she felt his fingers work toward the inside of her thighs she unconsciously moved her thighs a little bit apart. She didn't realize that she was giving Steve a very intimate view between her legs.


Steve's hands stopped for a moment when he realized that he could see between Janice's thighs. He suppressed a gasp when he saw the puffy lips of her sex between her legs. No panties! he thought excitedly. He was also surprised that there wasn't any hair on her pubic area. He knew that it wasn't unusual for some women to shave. However, he didn't picture this professor of law as one of them. Suddenly, he felt himself becoming erect. Down boy!

Janice realized that Steve's hands had been between her thighs for quite some time. Still, it felt so good that she was reluctant to say anything. 

Steve, felt his face flush hot as he continued to work on her thighs, gradually spreading them further apart. He knew that he was on the verge of stepping out of bounds. Excitement was taking over.

Janice felt fingers move perilously close to her vagina. Suddenly, she felt a little thrill run through her. Could he see anything? What if he could?

Steve regained control of himself and pulled the sheet down her thighs and over her back, covering her again. "You can turn over now, Mrs. Harwick."

Janice sighed in relief, but she also felt a little disappointed. But disappointed at what? She wasn't sure. Had she wanted the young man to go further? Her body was tingling all over, but not just from the massage.

Steve folded the sheet up Janice's thighs again, exposing the front of her legs. He worked on her legs, slowly moving higher. The front looks just as good as the back, he thought. "Were you a runner?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact, I was. But that was a long time ago," Janice said feeling pride that a young man still thought her legs looked pretty good. 

"I thought so." 

Janice lay quietly, feeling his strong hands work up her thighs. Suddenly, she realized that her breathing was becoming more rapid. Her eyes were closed as she felt Steve sensuously work on her upper thigh muscles, kneading the flesh like cookie dough. Almost imperceptibly Janice moved her legs apart. She knew it was wrong but she felt thrills running through her. However, she still wasn't sure what Steve could see.

Steve didn't miss the subtle movement. As his hands squeezed her thighs, he pulled gently outward, causing her them to open wider. If only that sheet was an inch higher, he thought lecherously. With a shaking hand he reached up and folded the sheet back a little further as if it was nothing unusual. Suddenly, he had a clear view of her vagina. His eyes stared and his hands stopped moving when he saw the fat lips of her sex exposed in the dim light of the room. His penis sprang to hardness again. 


Janice's heart was pounding in her chest. There was little doubt that Steve could see her vagina. She should stop this. It wasn't right to tease the young man. Still, what harm did it do? she reasoned. It was just a little teasing. Besides, didn't Tim really want this? He loved it when she had done it to the boys at the shoe store. 

Steve's hands started moving again, working slowly up her legs.

Janice realized that Steve was leaning into the table and that her left hand, which was holding onto the table, was also touching the material of his pants. She almost gasped when she felt something hard touching her knuckles. Could that be his erection? Janice shivered again.

Steve felt her hand touching him. As much as he wanted to stop, he couldn't. Subtly, his hips pressed forward, pushing his erect penis into her knuckles. He felt her hand move. Was that an accident? he thought.

Janice was holding her breath as her hand moved almost out of her control. It pressed toward the hardness. Then it slowly moved up and down, rubbing the backs of her fingers against his cloth-covered erection. There could be no doubt now that he was hard and that he knew what she was doing. Janice felt her vagina swell and her juice begin to coat her swollen sex lips.

Steve's hips began to move up and down in time with her movement. He pressed harder into the hand as his fingers began to move further up her inner thigh. He continued to stare at the swollen lips, his hands moving on the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He could see her vagina begin to glisten with excitement. He knew that she was getting excited now. Boldly, he moved his fingers still higher until his little finger touched the smooth skin of the outer lip. It was just a delicate touch, almost like an accident. He heard Janice moan but she made no move to stop him. He looked up and saw that her eyes were still tightly closed. She was biting her lower lip.

Janice's brain was screaming, No, No, but her excitement was screaming Yes, Yes.

Steve grew bolder and gently flicked his finger over the smooth skin until he reached the swollen inner lips. He thought he heard a little whimper and saw her hips begin to lift slightly off the table. 

Janice had no doubt that this had gone beyond a professional massage. Yet she couldn't move to stop him. Instead, her legs slid further apart, exposing her entire groin. "Ohhhh!!!" she whimpered as she felt Steve's fingers slide between her swollen lips. He rubbed her gently, smearing her clear juice across the wrinkled inner lips. Then ever so slowly the finger began to slide inside her body. Janice held her breath as the finger continued until it was all the way inside her vagina. 

"Oh God," Janice whispered. 

Steve was amazed at what was happening as he pulled his juice-covered finger from the clenching hole. He couldn't believe that he using his finger on this beautiful woman. He knew it was wrong and very unprofessional but nothing could stop him now. Taking a chance, he reached up and pulled the sheet off of Janice's chest. A gasp escaped his lips when he saw her gorgeous breasts exposed. The breasts were milky white with tan lines emphasizing their nakedness. The large brown nipples were hard and long, sitting proudly on her firm breasts. With one hand in her crotch, he reached up with the other and caressed a breast.

Janice moaned as Steve's strong fingers began to play with one swollen nipple. At the same time she felt his finger begin to move slowly in and out of her wet hole. Her breath came in short gasps as this stranger's hands caressed her breast and vagina. Her hips began to move up toward the probing finger in little jerks. 

Steve removed the hand from her breast and untied the rope holding his pants up, letting them fall to his feet. He wore no underwear. Steve's large penis stood proud in front of him and pulsed with forbidden excitement. He reached for Janice's hand and picked it up. He could feel it trembling. Cautiously and gently, he placed it on his shaft, fearing her scream of indignation.

Janice almost jumped off the table when she felt the hot flesh in her hand. Her head lifted up and her eyes opened in shock as she looked down at his huge tool. It was much larger than Tim's and had a gigantic purple head, dripping his clear juice. It was almost impossible to believe that she had another man's penis in her hand. It was only the second penis besides Tim's she had held since she had taken her marriage vows. 

When Janice looked up at Steve, she saw his wide eyes staring down at her. She knew that he was waiting for her to stop him. She also knew that she should yet instead she moaned and closed her eyes again, laying her head back on the table. God, what if Tim saw me now? she thought.

What Janice didn't know was that Tim could see her now. When he left the house, he drove down the block and parked the car. He snuck back to the house, letting himself in by the back door. He now stood in the shadows in the dinning room watching his wife and another man. Steve had his back to him so he obviously didn't know he was there. He couldn't see Steve's penis but from Janice's look it must be big. Tim held his own hard penis in his hand.

As Steve's finger began to move in and out, Janice moved her hand on his rod. It filled her hand, barely letting her fingers touch. She wanted to look at it but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes again. Somehow she thought that if she didn't look, what she was doing wasn't so bad. 

Steve was incredibly excited now. He didn't know what to look at --- this woman's beautiful vagina with his finger working in and out or her soft hand working on his throbbing penis. Then there were those gorgeous breasts. He moved his hand back to her chest and began to play with her nipple. He watched Janice began to squirm on the table. He thought about climbing on the table but realized that Tim could come back at anytime. Occasionally he would look out the window in front of him, watching for headlights. The table blocked his lower region so someone coming up in front of the house would not know he was naked from the waist down. 

Janice became delirious with excitement. The fact that it was so wrong and against all of her upbringing added to the thrill. It was almost like she was flaunting her sexuality at all those narrow-minded people that had taught her that pleasures of the body were wrong.

"Oh God," Janice moaned when Steve added another finger to her dripping hole. Her body began to shake and she knew that she was getting very close to losing control. Her hips lifted off the table as Steve began to move his fingers in and out rapidly, causing a squishing sound that echoed around the quiet room. Janice's hand matched Steve's fingers as it flew up and down the large shaft. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she cried as her vagina began to pulse around the probing fingers. The pulsing turned to shudders of excitement as a climax overtook her senses. She felt like all her relaxed muscles had tightened back into a knot. Janice moaned as her body convulsed in pleasure and her back arched off the table.

Steve watched in amazement as Janice trembled in pleasure, her hand halting its movement as her climax took over. The finger's squeezed him tight as illicit pleasure consumed her. 

It took Janice a few minutes for her to calm down. When she did, she realized that she still held Steve's penis in her hand. She opened her eyes and looked at the large shaft. It was just as hard and maybe larger then it had been before. Incredibly, excitement still coursed through her. Throwing caution to the wind, she pulled Steve by his penis toward the head of the table. She turned on her side, her face just inches from his dripping organ. "Oh Jesus," she whispered and opened her mouth and took him inside. 

"Oh my God," Steve hissed as he felt Janice's mouth close around him. Normally Steve prided himself on his control. However, this was too much for him. Within seconds, he felt his balls tighten and his penis throb. He threw his head back and moaned as he began to pour his sperm into her sucking mouth. 

Janice was a little surprised that Steve was coming so soon. I still have a lot to learn about men, she thought. Her cheeks bulged with Steve's sperm. Without a thought, she began to swallow. It was thicker than Tim's and tasted slightly different but she liked it. She moved her hand on the large shaft, milking him, pumping a little more of his sperm out. She couldn't believe how much sperm he had. It must be the healthy diet, she thought with a smile. Finally, she couldn't pump or suck any more sperm from his deflating penis. 

As the head of his penis became sensitive, Steve moaned and pulled away, leaving Janice's mouth with a pop. 

Suddenly, from behind Steve, Janice saw movement. When she looked closer, she could see Tim staring back at her. Oh no! she thought.

Tim scurried from the dinning room, heading out the back door. He was breathing heavily as he rushed to his car. He had never seen anything so exciting in his life. It was all that he had imagined and more.

Steve was packing up his equipment when he saw the headlights in the driveway. Janice had climbed off the table without saying a word to him, put on her robe, and disappeared upstairs. She hadn't even said goodbye. He couldn't tell if she was upset or not, but, suddenly he felt guilty. He was worried that he had lost a customer, but more worried about his career as a professional masseuse 

"I'll be done here in a second, Mr. Harwick," Steve said as innocently as possible when Tim walked into the house.

"No hurry, Steve. Did Janice have a good time?"

"I... uh... I think so," Steve stuttered. 

"Good. , Maybe I'll call on you again."

"Anytime," Steve said as he hurried out of the house with his equipment.

Chapter 9

Tim gently opened the door to their bedroom and looked inside. He could see Janice lying on the bed, her face in the pillow. Slowly he walked over and sat next to her. When she didn't move or acknowledge him, he pulled her up from the pillow. There were tears streaming down her cheek. Tim hugged her and she began to sob on his shoulder.

"What's wrong," Tim asked stupidly.

"You... you... know what's wrong," she sobbed.

"It's okay sweetheart. I love you."

"How... how can you say that after... after you saw what I just did?" 

"I'm not mad, sweetie. I guessed that something was going to happen. I saw the electricity between the two of you at the gym."

"You knew something was going to happen? Then why didn't you didn't stop it?" Janice asked drying her eyes on Tim's shirt.

"I didn't want it to stop. But you could have with the safe word. Janice, I think that was the most exciting thing I have ever seen in my life. 

"You mean you enjoyed watching your wife sucking another man? You saw me swallow his sperm and you're not jealous?" she asked incredulously. Again, she though about how little she knew about this man.

"Well, I really didn't see you suck him or swallow his sperm. His ass was blocking my view," Tim said in an attempt at humor. "But to answer your question, yes I did enjoy it and no I'm not jealous." Tim pulled Janice to him for a passionate kiss. 

Janice resisted the kiss at first, knowing what she had just done with her mouth. However, Tim was insistent. Janice could feel his passion as their tongues dueled. When she pulled away, her breath was coming in short gasps again, excitement coursing through her as well. God, what's happening to me? she thought. I'm getting excited all over again.

"I love you," Tim said and pushed her back on the bed, searching for her lips again. Janice pushed him away and sat up. "Tim, wait. I have to tell you something that has been bothering me for a long time." It was time to fess up, to come clean, she thought.

"What?" Tim asked.

"Last year... uh... last year when I went to that convention in San Francisco, there was this guy there, a professor at a university. He... he and I... well, we went out one evening." Janice stopped, tears coming to her eyes again.

"Yes? So what happened?" Tim said, clearly interested.

"Oh God, this is hard. We went out and I had a little too much to drink. He... he wanted me to come back to his room." Janice stopped, still sniffling.

"And?" Tim said, with growing excitement.

"I didn't go."

"Oh." There was a note of disappointment in Tim's voice.

"But that's not all. We... we went to his car and did stuff," Janice continued elusively.

"What did you do?" Tim felt his penis spring to erection.

"You're going to hate me. Tim, we sat in his car and he started kissing me. It was the wine, I sear."

"Then what?" Come on, he thought.

"I... I let him open my blouse and he played with my breasts. I was so excited that I couldn't stop him when he put his hand up my dress. He... he... he put his finger in me. Then he did like Steve did and pulled my hand to his... his... penis." Janice turned and buried her head in Tim's shoulder. She waited for the recriminations but none came. She could feel Tim's chest moving up and down with his rapid breathing. When she pulled back, she looked into his eyes, fearing hate but seeing only excitement.




The Journey Pt. 01



"Go on, please," Tim said and caressed Janice's face with his hand.

"We... didn't actually have sex. He used his finger to get me off and I jerked on him until he came in my hand. Then I felt so guilty that I jumped out of his car and almost ran back to the hotel." Janice paused for a long moment. "God, Tim, when I walked into the lobby of the hotel, I still had his cum dripping off my hand." Janice began to sob again. "Do you hate me?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Again, she saw only excitement and love.

"No, I don't hate you. I'm a little surprised but I'm glad you told me the truth." Tim was more than a little surprised. He found it hard to imagine his demure and prudish wife jerking off some guy in a car. There has been a "screamer" inside her all along, he thought.

She had to tell him the whole truth. "Tim, the man is Dan Forsman. He's the professor that is lecturing my class on Thursday. I am supposed to go to dinner with him Thursday night. It's part of the job."

"Really?" Tim said with great interest.

"Yes, but I can still cancel it."

"No!" Tim said a little to loudly and too quickly. "I mean... uh... since he is already scheduled, it would be rude to cancel."

"All right," Janice said, surprised that Tim didn't mind Dan being here or her going to dinner with him.

"Janice, I'm afraid that I have a confession to make as well."

Janice sat up with interest.

"The week before last, after we had talked on the phone about our little game, Danielle came into my office. She could tell I was very excited about something. God she looked so sexy. Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it she was... she was giving me a blo... she was sucking me off."

Janice sat in stunned silence. It wasn't entirely a surprise to her. She had seen his slut of a secretary. Suddenly, she felt a flash of anger. "Was that all you did?" she asked, trying to keep the anger out of her voice but thinking "that bitch!" She knew that it would be hypocritical to condemn Tim after what she had done, but she was running on emotions now. 

"Yes, that was all. We had never done anything before that day. She was always willing but I really only want you."

Immediately Janice's anger dissipated. She felt her heart swell with love. "Well, I guess we have that off of our chests. Now where do we go from here?"

"Well, for starters, you can take care of this," Tim said and brought Janice's hand to his hard penis.

"Oh my!" she said. "So you really were excited by watching me and Steve?" Janice said as she pulled his zipper down and removed his pulsing erection. Her own vagina was still quivering and swollen. "I think I can take care of your little problem," she said and pulled Tim over onto the bed on top of her. She opened her legs and let him slip insider her, not bothering to let him undress.

"Oh God, sweetheart," Tim moaned as his penis slid into his wife. At that moment, he loved her more than he ever had.

"Fuck me, baby," she whispered, her hands pulling his ass down, forcing him deeper into her ready vagina.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Tim moaned as his hips began to work up and down.

"Just... just one more thing sweetie," Janice whispered between gasping for breath. "Promise me... promise me you won't do anything with Danielle anymore."

At that point, Tim would have agreed to anything. "Sure baby, anything," he gasped as he worked toward a climax.

"Good. Now fuck me! Fill me with that sweet cum," Janice breathed. Then, incredibly she whispered, "Yes sweetie, fill my pussy like my mouth was filled by Steve a few minutes ago. He was so big and came so much that I could hardly swallow it all."

"Oh Jesus Christ," Tim moaned and pumped a huge load into his climaxing wife.

The two lovers clung to each other as their bodies convulsed in pleasure. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 10

The following morning, Tim took Janice out to breakfast. He could immediately see a change in her. She was bubbly and excited. The incident with the law professor had obviously been weighing heavily on her mind. Still, it could have been what had happened with Steve yesterday. They hadn't mentioned that yet.

"What's up today," Janice asked with a smile.

"Well, I thought we would relax and go for a little ride. I've been wanting to see the new museum over in Rockton."

Rockton was a town of a couple hundred thousand people, about fifty miles down the road. It was known for its nightlife. In fact, they had a couple of American Indian casino's that attracted people from all around.

"All right... that sounds exciting," Janice said half sarcastically.

"I figure we can get a room over there and spend the night. I will lay out the clothes I want you to bring." Then Tim smiled devilishly.

Janice knew that something was up. She knew that they wouldn't just be going to see a museum.

Later that day Tim loaded a suit carrier into the car with clothes for Janice. He had her dress in a pair of very tight, but not obscene, shorts. She wore a tube top that covered her breasts but still allowed her nipples to be clearly seen. The outfit was risqu‚ but acceptable to Janice. However, Tim didn't let her get off that easily. He brought out the remote controlled penis and made her insert it before she put her shorts on. Tim was pleased that she was much less resistant this time. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.

Several times during the trip, Tim tested the device, just to make sure it worked, or so he said. Janice knew better.

Tim held Janice's hand as they walked around the modern art museum. In his pocket, he held the control device. This time Tim's intent was to excite Janice in preparation for the night's activity. Every time they stopped to look a piece of art, Tim would turn the device on. He would smile as Janice squirmed. However, she never asked him to turn it off. Maybe she likes it, he thought, or maybe she is just resigned to her fate. Either way, the vibrations were doing their job. Several times during the tour, she had to stop in the ladies room and wipe herself or risk wetting the crotch of her shorts. By the time they left the museum, Janice was incredibly excited.

They registered at the hotel, then went to dinner. Tim had Janice dress in one of her conservative business suits. It was blue with white pin stripes. The skirt was pleated, modestly short and had a matching jacket. The only really unusual thing was that Tim had brought a silky and totally see -through blouse, which she would wear under the jacket. The blouse was meant to be worn under a shirt. If she took her jacket off, her entire top half would be exposed. Finally, Tim had her put on the obligatory thigh- highs and high heels. From a distance, Janice looked like the conservative professor that she was. However, both she and Tim knew the truth. 

The hotel where they were staying at had a large nightclub where all the singles and swingers met. It was known around town as the "meat market" because it was assumed that if you went there you wanted to pick someone up or be picked up. However, Janice knew nothing of this.

It was after 9 PM when they returned to back at the hotel. They stood outside the nightclub when Tim said, "I want you to go into the nightclub."

"Alone?" Janice asked surprised.

"No. I will come in after you. I want you to tease some men in there for my entertainment."

"Tim!" Janice balked.

"Are you refusing?"

"Uh... uh no, but what am I supposed to do?"

"I want you to have a little fun. Tease some of the guys. Get them worked up. I want to watch. It's perfectly safe. I'll be there all the time."

"What do you mean by tease?"

"Whatever you want it to mean. It's up to you."

Suddenly a little thrill ran through Janice. "Anything?" she asked.

"Well, anything you can do in a crowded nightclub," Tim said with a smile.

"All right, if that's what you want. But I might get carried away."

"Sure," Tim said in sarcastically.

Janice turned in a huff. I'll show him, she thought.

"Wait," Tim said. "Take off your wedding ring."

"That doesn't work. They won't think I'm single. My fingers are tan and you can still see where my ring was."

"That's okay. I want them to think that you are an overworked and frustrated married lady."

Janice sighed and pulled her rings off and handed them to Tim. Then she turned and walked into the dark nightclub. She stopped and let her eyes adjust to the dim light. The bar was horseshoe shaped and was about half full. There were booths on two levels and a dance floor. A rock band was tuning up.

Tim followed Janice into the bar and took a seat on the opposite side where he could see her. He watched her order a drink. Then he waited. Within minutes there was a guy talking to her. Tim could see her laughing and talking. Then several more came up and gathered around her. Tim felt a moment of pride as he watched his wife attract men like flies.

Janice was flattered that she was receiving so much attention. It gave a great boost to her ego. Without realizing it, she had had several strong drinks. She knew that she had better slow down when she felt her head getting a little light. When one of the guys asked her to dance, she figured that was a way to get away from the bar and sober up a bit. Out on the dance floor she danced to a fast song then came back. No sooner was she back then another guy asked her to dance. Soon she had danced with five or six different guys. They were all nice, however, there were two who seemed particularly nice. They seemed to be friends.

Both men were tall, with dark good looks. In fact, they looked a lot alike. 

Tim watched as most of the other guys faded away, looking for other women. When he looked around he saw that the club was almost filled with of people. It was getting difficult to see Janice so he waited until a seat closer to her opened at the bar. 

Tom and Jerry seemed very nice, Janice thought (if Tom and Jerry were really their names.). As the men got to know Janice they grew more intimate. They would put their hands on her back or her thigh, whispering things to her. She would laugh at their jokes and lean into them. When a slow song came on, Tom grabbed her hand and tried to take her onto the dance floor. The lights grew dimmer as the song started.

"Wait," Janice said and took her jacket off, feeling she the dim lights would protect her.

"Wow," both men said at the same time when they saw Janice's see-thru blouse. 

Janice blushed but thrust her chest out, knowing both men could see her breasts and hard nipples under the thin blouse.

Tim almost gasped himself as he watched his wife take her jacket off. While it was dim in the bar, he could still see that she was almost naked on top. 

"You are one beautiful and sexy lady," Tom whispered as he pulled her too him on the dance floor.

"Thank you," Janice said sincerely.

"God, I can see your naked breasts under your blouse. You know you are turning me on, don't you?" Tom said and pressed his groin into her.

"Yes, I can feel it," Janice said with a giggle.

Tom's hands slid down Janice's back until they were resting on her buttocks. Her ass flesh felt warm in his hands. "I bet Jerry that you weren't wearing panties."

"You win," she answered boldly. She heard Tom gasp and felt his hands begin to squeeze her buttocks. In response she pressed harder into his groin, feeling his erection squeezed between them. She was getting very excited.

When the song ended, Tom walked her back over to the bar and let her sit on a stool between him and Jerry. "I win," he said to Jerry.

"I don't believe it," Jerry said, and placed his hand on her thigh. "I'm not paying the fifty bucks without proof," he said and slid her skirt up until the tops of her nylons were showing. 

Janice could feel both men's eyes on her legs. She spread them apart and heard them gasp. However, she doubted that they could really see anything in the dim light of the bar. 

"There's a booth opening up over there," Tom said, pointing to a booth on the first level. "Come on," he said, pulling Janice by the hand.

Janice glanced at Tim. She saw that he was smiling at her. She followed Tom, with Jerry walking behind them. When they got to the booth, Tom slid in, then Janice and Jerry. When they were situated, Jerry said, "I'm still not convinced you aren't wearing panties. Prove it."

"Come on guys," Janice giggled, "Take my word for it."

"Not for fifty bucks," Jerry said. 

"Come on, just a quickie," Tom begged.

Janice looked around and couldn't see Tim. She was a bit trapped. 

"Come on, come on," both men said.

Janice felt her heart racing. Tim said to tease them anyway she wanted. Slowly Janice reached down and began to pull her skirt up. Everyone held their breath as Janice's thighs were bared. Inch by inch the skirt moved upward. Soon the soft skin of her thighs above the nylons was visible. Suddenly, both men gasped as they saw Janice's swollen sex between her legs. Janice couldn't believe what she was doing as she held her skirt to her waist and let the two men look at her. She even spread her thighs apart. 

Both men groaned when she let it drop back to her knees. "God, baby, you have gotten me so hot," Tom said. He turned in the booth and said, "Look at what you've done."

Janice giggled as she looked down and saw his erection tenting his pants. 

Not to be outdone, Jerry grabbed Janice's hand and pulled it to his hard penis.

Janice sucked in her breath in surprise. However, she didn't pull her hand away. 

"No fair," Tom said and placed her other hand onto his erect penis. 

Janice thought she was going to pass out as she felt two penises throb in her hands. Her vagina was pulsing and leaking onto the back of her skirt. She squeezed both penises, feeling the heat radiating through their pants. Suddenly, both men placed their hands on her thigh and pushed her skirt up again. Her hands were occupied so she let them push her skirt back to her waist. Then their hands pulled on her thighs, opening her legs wide under the table. "Oh God," she moaned when both men moved their fingers to her swollen sex. She closed her eyes as her breathing became very difficult. 

Tom smiled over at Jerry. He pulled his hand away and quickly unzipped his pants. Jerry did the same thing.

Janice barely noticed what was happening until she felt both bare penises in her hand. She opened her eyes in shock and looked from one hand to the other. She couldn't believe that she was holding the shafts of two strangers in a public bar. Then she gasped when first Tom then Jerry pushed a finger into her hole. 

"God is she wet," Tom said as his finger moved in and out next to Jerry's.

Tim couldn't believe what was happening either. He had taken a position on the top level where he had a good view of the booth below. His eyes were open in amazement as he watched the three in the booth.

"Pretty wild huh!"

A guy standing beside him startled Tim. "What?" he said.

"I said that it's pretty wild what those two guys get away with."

"What do you mean?" Tim asked. 

"Well, those two guys are brothers. They come here all the time looking for lonely ladies. They got themselves a real hot one this time."

Tim watched his wife lay back between the two guys as they fingered her. He could see her hand stroking their penises.

"I'll bet you they get a blow job," the guy said.

"I... I don't think so," Tim answered, his face showing his shock. However, he could feel his penis throbbing in his pants. 

"Just watch."

It didn't take long for the guy on the left to reach up and put his hand behind Janice's neck. 

Janice resisted. However, she wasn't thinking right. The liquor she had consumed was controlling her now. Her hips were moving back and forth on the probing finger and her hands continued to move on the shafts of the two men. Now she felt pressure on her neck. Suddenly she knew what he wanted. She wanted to look around for Tim but the pressure had increased. Slowly she allowed her head to be pulled down until her mouth was inches for Tom's penis. She was close enough to smell him. Janice was out of control now. An animal like moan escaped her lips as her mouth opened and she took the penis into her mouth. "Mmmmmm!!!" The thick head filled her mouth. The finger between her legs continued to move in and out, driving her mad with desire.

"That's it baby, suck it," Tom moaned, pushing Janice's head down on his throbbing penis. 

Tim watched his prudish wife sucking a stranger in a bar and couldn't believe what he was seeing. He wanted to pull his own penis out but had nowhere to hide. He had to be content with watching for now.

"Come on, let me have some," Jerry said and pulled Janice's head from his brother. 

Janice didn't even try to resist as her mouth was pulled over to the other penis. Soon, she was moving back and forth without any instruction. She would suck Tom for a minute or two then move to Jerry. Her head would move up and down as her mouth sucked and slobbered over one penis then the other. She made little whimpering sounds in her throat as her mouth worked to give the men pleasure. 

It didn't take long for the two men gasp that they were close to a climax. When Tom moaned that he was getting ready to cum, a momentary feeling of shame came over her but was quickly replaced by lust. She sucked harder. Suddenly, Tom moaned and pushed his hips up at her mouth. A gasp came from above her and the penis in her mouth throbbed and began to erupt. She swallowed repeatedly as his penis filled her mouth with warm, thick sperm. Tom had barely stopped cumming when Jerry pulled her over to his rampant erection. Her mouth didn't even reach his penis before it began to squirt. A long string of cum hit her in the face before she could cover it with her mouth. She took the rest into her mouth, swallowing it all. Soon, his penis went limp in her mouth. 

"Wow, thank you baby," Tom said in an exhausted whisper. "Likewise for me," Jerry said. Then the two men zipped up and unceremoniously left the booth, leaving Janice stunned and frustrated. 

Janice was in shock, cum dripping from her face. Then someone was sliding into the booth next to her. She looked at the man for a second before she realized that it was Tim. "Oh God Tim," she moaned, now embarrassed.

"Come on, let's go to the room," Tim said, pulling Janice from the booth. He hurried her out of the nightclub and up the elevator to their room. They were barely inside the door when Tim was stripping his wife. Some of their clothes were ripped as they hastened to get naked. Tim pushed Janice to the floor and opened her legs. His head moved between her thighs and began to suck her incredibly swollen lips into his mouth. 

Janice suddenly pushed Tim over until he was on his back. She straddled his face and sat down. She was so wet that Tim had to swallow over and over or risk drowning. 

"Oh Tim, suck me, suck meeeeee!!!!" Janice screamed as her hips pressed down on his face. Her hips moved up and down on his face like she was sitting on a penis. She was moaning and screaming in pleasure as an incredible climax overtook her. It seemed to go on and on, juice pouring from her hole like a water faucet. 

When she let Tim come up for air, she looked down at her husband sprawled on the floor. His face was literally covered with her juice. She smiled and reached up to her own face and used a finger to scoop off the remaining cum on her cheek and put it into her mouth. 

Tim moaned and pushed Janice to the floor under him. He moved between her legs and slid his penis into her still sopping vagina. His lips met hers as he began to pump up and down rapidly. "I can't last long baby," Tim warned.

"Oh God, cum. Cum in me. Please cum in me," Janice whined as she built to another climax. When she felt her husband tense and pump his cum into her, she went over the top again, shaking with pleasure.




The Journey Pt. 02



Before you read Part II, you should read Part I of this story if you have not. This is the story of a professional couple that, after ten years of marriage, realized that their sex life had become boring. The husband suggested a game where each of them would take a turn obeying the other for one week. The winner would be judged by how often they used a "safe" word. However, the husband had an ulterior motive; he wanted to see his wife with other men. The wife also had an ulterior motive. She bargained that if she won the contest, he would agree to let them have a baby a year earlier than planned. She played the game well, never using the "safe" word. Tim concedes the contest when he realizes that he had accomplished what he wanted. He knew that he had won the game. However, now that Janice has a taste of the forbidden, she finds it difficult to control her lust. Tim is more than willing to go along although he is a little concerned about the eventual outcome. As the story progresses, they both become more comfortable with the lifestyle and find that they have fallen even more deeply in love.  

Prolog 

During the week in which Tim's wife obeyed him, he had seen his normally prudish wife blossom into the woman of his dreams. His fantasy of seeing her in sexual situations with other men excited him more than he even imagined it would. He couldn't explain why watching his wife make love to another man turned him on so much. While he knew that it was wrong and against every moral code, he also knew that he couldn't stop. However, along with his excitement, there is a strange feeling that he was finding difficult to define. It is almost a feeling of jealousy, but without the anger that he would have expected. Instead, in his stomach there are butterflies of excitement, churning restlessly, and making him shiver with desire. Yet, his brain screamed for him to stop it, to take her back and possess her himself. His paradox is that this strange emotion drives his excitement to even greater heights. 

For Janice, the week was a turning point in her life. It was the discovery of inner desires, long suppressed. Her overbearing and strict parents had drummed into her that sex for pleasure was a sin. They made her believe that sexual relations were for one thing--making babies! Now, she had discovered a sexual person deep inside that was rapidly becoming insatiable and demanding satisfaction. The intensity of her desire almost frightened her, yet it continued to grow. The "Genie" had been let out of the bottle.

Chapter 1

A month or so later...

When Janice walked into her classroom on Monday morning, the normally noisy room grew quiet. She could feel the eyes of her 80 plus students following her. She smiled to herself as she walked to the podium, her naked thighs, above her thigh high nylons, touched sensuously and her nipples rubbed against the silk of her blouse. Suddenly, she was happy that Tim had finally convinced her to change the way she dressed for work. 

As she stood in front of the crowed room, she felt a little thrill run through her at the thought that she was practically naked under her short skirt and low cut blouse. Her nipples grew hard and a tremor ran through her as she looked out at the class. It was so exciting to see the eyes of the young boys, and yes girls, focused on her thinly covered breasts. Little tingles of electricity were coursing through her groin. While she knew that her dress was inappropriate, the excitement coursing through her overshadowed her doubts. 

"All right class, let's get started," Janice called out to the quiet room. She lectured for fifteen minutes or so then gave the class an assignment. As they worked, she walked around the room, stopping to look over the shoulders of the students to make sure that they were on the right track. When she saw someone struggling, she would lean over him or her to help. She could feel their eyes looking down her blouse. She knew that by the time the class was over, she was going to have to go to the bathroom and masturbate. 

Several of the boys made it obvious where they were looking. In fact, some of the girls also looked. While she knew what the boys wanted, she wasn't sure about the girls. Was it envy or was it lust? she wondered. It surprised her that one of the girls accidentally (on purpose?) touched her breast with her forearm as she leaned close. What surprised her even more was that she pressed back, making it obvious that the touch was welcomed. 

As Janice drove home that afternoon, she could feel her swollen sex lips throbbing between her legs. She rubbed them together unconsciously, squeezing the large lips in a vise between her thighs. Unfortunately, her day had been too busy to take the time to pleasure herself and now, she desperately needed relief. 

When Janice approached the entrance to the expressway, she drove past it accidentally, her thoughts consumed in a sensual daydream. Before she realized it, she was on the street where Tim had taken her to the movie. Excitement rippled through her when she looked up and saw the flashing lights of the porn theater. On the marquee, in big letters, was the title "Brazen Slut Wives." As if some unknown force were pulling her, she turned into the parking lot and parked the car. She sat for a second, wondering what she was doing. Then, she got out of the car on shaky legs and walked around to the front of the theater, looking with concern at the rundown neighborhood. She quickly paid the attendant and waited for what seemed like a very long time for the little old man to produce her ticket. As she stood nervously at the booth, she looked behind her like a criminal watching for the cops. Then, with a ticket in her shaking hand, she walked into the grand lobby. She moved quickly past the concession stand, and into the dark theater, relieved to be out of the lobby.

As Janice's eyes adjusted to the dark, she walked slowly down the isles. The movie was already playing. She looked up and gasped when she saw what was on the screen. In bigger than life form, a woman was sucking on a man's penis, taking it all the way down her throat until the balls slapped her chin. 

Janice stopped and stood frozen in the middle of the isle. She watched until the guy pulled an incredibly long penis from the girl's mouth and shot his cum all over her face. She shivered and watched as his goo dripped from the girls smiling face. Then, suddenly she realized she was standing in the isle staring at the screen and turned back to the darkened theater. 

When Janice's eyes had adjusted from the bright light of the screen, she could see that there were ten or twelve men scattered around the theater, slumped down in their chairs. She found a seat in an empty row in the middle of the theater and slumped down herself, hoping vainly that she would be unnoticed by the other patrons.

This was totally insane, she told herself repeatedly. She must be nuts to drive into this section of town, let alone coming into a porn theater by herself. Still, her heart thumped with excitement as she stared at the big screen.

Janice relaxed a little in the relative security of her seat and watched the movie. The dialogue was inane but the point of the story was clear; there were men that liked to watch their wives have sex with others. It occurred to Janice that if they were making movies about that kind of relationships, it couldn't be that unusual. She almost smiled as she watched scene after scene depicting every sexual perversion imaginable. Her excitement was growing by the second. She watched in fascination as two men screwed a small blond girl, with both of their penises in her vagina at the same time. That's not even possible, she thought as her hand moved unconsciously to one thinly covered breast. Her nipple responded immediately and became hard under her fingers. She stared transfixed at the screen, unaware that two men had moved to her row, several seats away on either side. When she finally noticed the movement, she looked both ways in fear and felt trapped. For a moment, she thought of screaming but when they made no move to get closer, she relaxed a little, her eyes drawn back to the screen. 

Now a black man was pounding into a pretty white woman's ass as the woman's husband sat in a chair watching. 

Janice felt her pulse quicken as she watched the giant penis stretch the young woman. Although it looked like the girl should be in pain, she smiled and pressed her ass back at the large black shaft. 

A few seconds later Janice looked to each side again. This time she gasped; both of the men had their penises out and were stroking them. Her eyes opened wide in amazement at their audacity. Suddenly, she realized that they could see her looking at them. However, when they made no move to get closer, Janice realized that this was a game that they were playing. She guessed that if she made any motion to them, they would move closer. 

Janice sat rigidly, her hands on the arms of the chair. Her breathing grew rapid as she alternately watched the screen and the two men. As the minutes passed, Janice relaxed and a little smile came to her lips as a naughty thought crossed her mind. Her vagina throbbed almost painfully between her thighs. 

Ignoring all of her rational senses, Janice reached up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her nervous fingers fumbled with each button. She groaned excitedly when the last button was undone and the blouse hung open, held together only by her hard nipples. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her temples. She felt a trickle of sweat roll down between her breasts. 

Again, her rational mind screamed at her to stop this insanity. Finally, she gave in to her excitement, took a deep breath, and pulled the blouse to the sides, freeing both breasts. The cool air on her chest gave her goose bumps and made a little shiver run through her. Now, she could see other men in the theater moving so that they could get a better look at her. 

In an incredible display of wantonness, Janice lifted her feet to the seat in front of her and spread her legs, her skirt falling to her hips, exposing her shaved vagina. One hand began to pinch an already hard nipple and the other went between her thighs. She moaned in excitement and shook with fear as the patrons of the theater gathered around her, still staying several seats away. Her eyes were wide with amazement as she pretended to watch the movie. However, she could see everything going on around her. Within seconds, each man had his penis out and was stroking it in an obscene fashion. She could feel their eyes on her private parts. They're watching me masturbate, she thought excitedly as her fingers began to make sucking noises between her legs. 

Suddenly, there was no pretense of anyone watching the movie any longer. The large theater filled with quiet groans from the men and the slapping sounds of hands on penises. 

Janice couldn't believe what she was doing. Yet, here she was, a college professor and wife, in a dirty theater, masturbating while a bunch of perverts watched. Who's the pervert? she thought. She felt like such a slut. Her mind screamed for her to stop this craziness but her fingers wouldn't listen. 

Her fingers moved rapidly in and out of her sloppy hole as her eyes traveled from one pulsing penis to another. She no longer tried to hide the fact that she knew what they were doing. Her eyes scanned the dark room, watching hands moving rapidly on throbbing organs. Never once did she look at the faces of the men. Her whole world consisted of her fingers and the throbbing penises pointed at her. 

The penises were all shapes and sizes, some large and some small. There were eight white and two black men. Janice had never seen a black penis in real life, until this moment. She shivered at the thought of her proper southern mother finding out that she had watched men masturbate. 

Soon, Janice heard a loud groan. She looked at the screen but realized that it was the man next to her climaxing. She turned just in time to watch as his penis throbbed and began to squirt his juice. It was almost as if his climax was happening in slow motion. She could see the thick white juice spew out of the head and past the arm of the empty chair next to her, splattering on the seat. She briefly thought of the next person who would occupy that chair. Then another moan caught her attention as he was shooting his sperm onto the floor. Then, one after the other the men climaxed, moaning and spraying their juice. Two of them even hit her nylon-covered leg. 

Suddenly, the air in the theater was heavy with the smell of sex and the groans of climaxing men. Janice felt her own vagina begin to throb. The muscles in her legs tighten as her legs stretched over the seat in front of her. She squeezed her nipple hard and buried her fingers deep in her hole. Her hips lifted up off the seat and she screamed as a strong climax ripped though her. Her scream was so loud that it drowned out the moaning coming from the speakers. As her body convulsed in pleasure, she slid further down in the seat until her legs were in the air and obscenely spread. Her hips moved up and down to meet the plunging fingers until, finally, she collapsed back into the seat with her eyes closed, her breath coming in great gasps.

Suddenly, around the room Janice heard the scurrying men and the sound of zippers being pulled up. When she opened her eyes again, the men had disappeared, like insects when the lights come on. Some had gone back to their seats while others had apparently left. The entire scene had taken only minutes to happen and seemed so bizarre, almost surreal. 

Suddenly, Janice's face felt flushed as embarrassment consumed her. Quickly, she straightened her clothes and hurried toward the lobby. She kept her head down as she walked past the concession stand and onto the street. It felt as though every eye in the lobby was on her... like everyone knew what she had done. 

Janice could feel her swollen vagina still pulsing as she drove home. However, gradually, the embarrassment and fear disappeared, replaced by a strange satisfaction. A smile crossed her lips at the total craziness of the situation and she laughed aloud. God, what would her "oh so proper" friends and associates at school think? she mused. It was all Tim's fault anyway, she rationalized... he was the one that started all of this... it was his fault that she was becoming a slut.

Chapter 2

Tim barely knew what hit him when he walked into the house that evening. He had just sat his briefcase down when he saw Janice coming toward him wearing only a sexy bra and panties. He didn't even get to voice his surprise before their lips met in a passionate kiss. As soon as their lips parted, Janice was stripping off his clothes in a frenzy. Then she practically dragged him into the living room, pushed him onto the sofa, and slid between his legs. Within seconds, he was moaning in pleasure as she began to suck his rapidly swelling penis.

Janice was so hot that she could barely stand it. She had been fantasizing about this moment since she walked in the door. As she sucked Tim's penis, she could almost see those men watching her. She fantasized that she was sucking one of them-though she knew she would never do that. In her fantasy, she would suck one off, then move to the next one, and then the next, until they had all cum in her willing mouth, the crowd cheering their approval. 

Janice barely realized that Tim was calling out a warning until she felt him begin to squirt his semen into her mouth. When she realized what was happening, her vagina throbbed as a little climax ran through her. She gagged momentarily, but continued to suck until he was limp. Then, her eyes looked up at her husband lovingly as she swallowed one last time and then licked her lips.

"Wow, what did I do to deserve that?" Tim gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

Janice smiled up at him and went back to sucking, never answering the question. When Tim was hard again, Janice stood up with a wild look in her eyes. She straddled his waist, reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, then slid her already wet vagina over his penis.

"Oh God," she moaned as her weight forced the hard shaft deep into her warm hole. Grunting her pleasure, Janice began to bounce up and down. It only took a few seconds until she was climaxing. She pulled Tim to her breasts as her body shook in pleasure. As the tremors slowed, she began to move up and down again, never letting his penis come out of her hole. Janice worked her husband's penis for over an hour, until she had climaxed several more times and Tim had released his second load into her satisfied body. 

Tim knew that something must have happened today for Janice to be this hot. He wasn't complaining, just curious. He knew that she would eventually tell him.

Janice and Tim sat at the table having a late dinner. They were both tired but very satisfied for the moment. Janice could feel little pangs of regret at her out of control behavior today; both in the theater and later at home. 

"So, what got into you today?" Tim asked with a smile. His eyes twinkling as he looked at his sexy wife.

"I guess walking around all day practically naked must have had some affect," Janice lied with a smile. Actually, it wasn't really a lie; it just wasn't the entire truth. However, she found that she had to tell him. The truth was what their new relationship was all about. So, in a halting tone, she began recount her day.

Tim sat with his eyes wide in amazement as Janice revealed the true story. He had a perpetual grin on his face and he hung on every word. It seemed to him that he was listening to some unbelievable porn movie script. This couldn't be his wife, he thought. 

When Janice was done, she looked at Tim for his disapproval. She was surprised to see him smile.

"Wow, that was some afternoon you had. But you know how dangerous that was don't you?" he added with caution and a bit of a frown. 

"Yes," she whispered. "It was really stupid."

"Next time," he said seriously then paused, "Make sure you take me." Then his face broke into a smile.

Janice's face lit up. "I will," she said sincerely and jumped up and sat on his lap. "I don't know what's gotten into me but, I'm horny all the time now."

"I guess I created a monster," Tim said and laughed. Maybe he HAD created a monster, he thought. A beautiful and sexy monster!

Chapter 3

Tim wasn't a carpenter, but he felt good about the work he had done on their bedroom closet. The only thing left to do was to hang the door with the large see-through mirror. Inside the closet, Tim had designed a place for a chair, which bolted to the floor, but could be moved when not in use. 

When he had suggested to Janice that he redesign the closet with the special mirror, she was ecstatic. As a reward, Janice told him that she would have a special surprise birthday present for him when he was done the room. He could only guess that the surprise would be sexual in nature. 

Tim was deep in thought and had just finished hanging the door when Janice walked into the room.

"Very nice," Janice said, impressed with Tim's work. She never realized that he had that kind of talent. "Wow, it looks just like a normal mirror from here. Sit on the bed and let me see," she said as she walked into the closet and closed the door, turning out the light. She sat in the comfortable armchair, now attached to the floor, and looked into the brightly lit bedroom. She almost gasped when she saw that the mirror seemed to have a magnifying effect on the features of the bedroom. It appeared as if she could reach out and touch Tim as he sat on the end of the bed. Then she looked up and saw the speakers Tim had installed. She could actually hear him breathing.




The Journey Pt. 02



The large mirror on the door was very special. Tim had paid a great deal of money to have it specially designed for his purpose. It was shaped in a way that made everything seem much closer without distorting the view. The speakers had also been a special purchase from one of those Internet spy shops and were designed to pick up every sound in a room, including a whisper. 

"This is incredible," Janice said with a big smile of excitement as she came out of the closet. She walked over to Tim and pulled him to her, kissing his lips passionately. "Only two more days. I can hardly wait," she said breathlessly.

Tim would be thirty-six years old in two days.

Tim could feel that now familiar fluttering in the pit of his stomach as he sat in the chair behind the mirror. It had been a wonderful evening. Janice had gone out of her way to prepare his favorite dinner and then had a cake with thirty-six candles. She had teased him unmercifully all evening. However, she wouldn't let him go any further than passionate kisses and a little finger action. He had been erect since he first saw her walk into the dinning room with that skintight blue dress on. It barely covered her crotch and the V at the neck went all the way to her navel. He stared at her hard nipples all night under the thin material of the dress.

Tim noticed that Janice had chosen to wear a locket around her neck again. It was the one that she had worn the night she made love to Dan. Inside was their favorite picture of their wedding day. It had becoming a symbol, symbolizing her love for him, no matter who she was with. It was an incredible physiological bond between the two of them. It was like a secret that they alone shared, like they were conspirators of sorts. 

Now, Tim was sitting nervously behind the mirror waiting for Janice; waiting to see what she had planned as his special present. He had a pretty good idea what it was, so he wasn't surprised when she told him to sit naked in the chair and wait for her. She made him promise not to touch himself; she wanted it all for her later. He knew that that order was going to be difficult, if not down right impossible to obey. 

Janice was very nervous also as she sat waiting for the doorbell to ring. She had been incredibly brazen when she called Steve several days ago and told him she needed another massage. Then, when she told him that her husband would be away, she could almost hear him gasp. It was no surprise to her that he immediately agreed to come over. He even had to cancel another appointment. 

When the doorbell rang, Janice jumped and then stood on weak legs, walking self-consciously to the door. Did she look okay? she thought as she straightened her robe. She had on the same soft white robe that she wore the last time, and, like the last time, she was naked underneath. She had spent the afternoon in the beauty salon having her hair, make-up, and nails done. She took one last look in the foyer mirror before she turned to the door. 

"Hi Steve," Janice said as she opened the door and saw the attractive young man standing on the porch nervously. She saw his eyes scan her and then an approving smile appeared on his handsome face. Janice scanned his trim body with her eyes also. He was wearing the same type of outfit as before: tight tee shirt, thin harem pants with a rope belt and tennis shoes. It must be his "work" uniform, she thought.

"Hi Mrs. Harwick," he said formally as he walked past her, carrying his case of supplies.

"It's Janice," she said in a seductive tone, her eyes swimming with lust.

"Okay, uh... Janice, let me sit this down and I'll get my table," Steve said shyly.

"No need to do that Steve. We'll just use my bed." Janice saw Steve's eyes grow wide in surprise. Suddenly, he almost looked like a little boy who's mom told him that he was going to the circus. He's so cute, she thought. Then a naughty thrill rushed through her as she glanced at his crotch brazenly. There was a definite bulge there already. She felt so much like a femme fatale, a seductress-maybe a younger Mrs. Robinson. 

There was a wide smile on Steve's face as she looked back at Janice, just as brazenly. He had hoped for a replay of the last session, at best, but now it appeared that she wanted a lot more. While he knew what he was about to do was incredibly unprofessional, yet wild horses couldn't stop him now. He could feel his penis begin to throb under his thin pants. 

"Follow me," Janice said, then took his hand and led him to the stairs. When they reached the steps, Janice led the way, moving quickly in front of him. She could feel her already swollen sex lips begin to drip as she walked up the stairs. Am I swaying my hips too much? she thought as she ascended the steps. She knew that he must have quite a view.

Steve did have quite a view. He held back just a bit, letting Janice move up a step or two. A gasp escaped his lips when he saw that she was naked under the robe. He could see her soft thighs and the pout of her smoothly shaved sex, with those fat inner lips, squeezed between her legs. He remembered those lips. He had never seen any that large before. His mouth practically drooled at the thought of sucking them. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, his penis was throbbing painfully in his pants.


When Tim saw the light come on in the bedroom, and Janice walk in, he felt his heart begin to race. Then he gasped when he saw Steve walk into their bedroom, a step or two behind her. While, he had guessed that she would be bringing Steve over, it still shocked him to see the fit and handsome young man walk into his personal domain that he shared with his wife. When Dan had stayed here, Tim had slept in the basement and had not seen him in his own bedroom. This was so much more personal, he thought. Most men would have been upset to have their wife alone in a bedroom with another man. However, it thrilled Tim immensely. 

Tim was so close to the couple that he was afraid to move. It almost seemed like he was in the room with them; the mirror was working beautifully. He could even hear their excited breathing through the speakers on the wall above him.

"Uh... we should, uh... we need to put something on the bed so the... uh oil doesn't get on everything," Steve said, suddenly nervously, as he sat his case down. 

Janice walked over to the bed and turned around, smiling at the young man and said, "I don't think we're going to need that much oil, I think I'm lubricated enough." She looked into Steve's eyes as she slowly slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet.

"Oh God," Steve moaned as he stared at her gorgeous naked body. His eyes traveled from her smiling face to her large breasts, now moving up and down with her excited breathing. Then his gazed moved to her groin. Another gasp escaped him as he saw the shiny liquid dripping from her swollen lips. He could see strings of the clear juice hanging like a silky spider web, attaching her sex lips to her thighs. He had never seen anything so exciting in his life.

Janice opened her arms to Steve. 

It took him three quick steps to reach her and pull her naked body to him passionately. There were three moans as the two kissed; one moan came from behind the mirror.

As soon as Tim moaned, he realized that he needed to be careful because another slip could have given him away. However, that might be impossible because, like Steve, he had never seen anything as exciting in his life. When he had watched Janice kiss Dan, it had been dark and they were a good distance away. Even in the bar with the two strangers, it had been dark. But, now he had a close up view, and could plainly see their tongues working in each other's mouths and his wife's soft breasts squeezed tightly between their bodies. Then, as if Janice knew what Tim was thinking, their lips parted and their tongues dueled out in the open, exchanging their saliva in an almost obscene manner. He watched Janice suck on Steve's tongue, then switch and let him suck her tongue into his mouth. They're almost "fucking" with their mouths, he thought. 

"Come over here," Janice said breathlessly as she pulled away from Steve and took his hand. As soon as they were standing in front of the full-length mirror, Janice pulled Steve's tee shirt over his head. Then, she paused and looked at his half-naked body, her eyes admiring his chiseled frame, her hands caressing his hard chest. There was no doubt that he spent a lot of time in the gym, Janice thought. Then she took a deep breath of excitement and slowly began to kiss down his tanned chest, stopping to suck and lick his nipples briefly. 

Tim's heart was beating so fast that he thought they would be able to hear it and his eyes were wide in excitement. He could almost feel that sweet tongue that he knew so well, licking his own chest. Then, he saw his beautiful wife go to her knees in front of her soon-to-be lover and watched her kiss his muscular stomach, making the muscles tremble. He could feel his own stomach twitch in excitement.

Steve's excitement was so great that he could hardly watch the older woman kiss him. Still, he forced his eyes to stay open and watch her tongue work across his stomach, leaving a wet trail of saliva on his hot skin. He couldn't believe his good luck. While he had had sex with some beautiful women before, none were as hot or as enthusiastic as Janice.

As Janice reached the waistband of Steve's pants, she pulled back and stared at the bulge. Then, she reached up with both hands and caressed the throbbing erection under the cotton pants. She squeezed the material around the shaft, outlining the long tube of flesh, and running her hands up and down. She smiled when she saw a wet spot appear at the point where the slit touched the material. Her head moved forward and began to kiss the wet fabric at the tip, tasting his juice.

Steve moaned as he watched Janice's lips and tongue cause the cloth to become saturated with her saliva. Soon, he could feel the heat of her lips through the sopping wet cotton.

Finally, Janice pulled back and smiled up at Steve, her hands still holding him tightly. She could feel his penis pulsing with need. She took a deep breath and reached up to the waist of his pants. 

Tim held his breath as well as he watched Janice's pretty, manicured hands untie Steve's rope belt and then put her red painted fingers into the sides of his pants. 

Slowly, Janice pulled the material out from his waist and moved it downward. The elastic waistband caught on the swollen head and pulled his penis downward. Then, like his penis was spring loaded, it sprang up and hit his stomach with a splat, his pre-cum juice splattering onto Janice's face. She giggled, but her eyes were filled with lust as she watched the long penis throb, just inches from her suddenly dry lips.

"Oh my God," Tim whispered to himself as he saw Steve's large penis for the first time. It stood like a tower, throbbing with his heartbeat, the crimson head almost touching his navel. 

Janice let Steve's pants fall carelessly to his ankles. Without realizing it, she licked her dry lips as she stared at the drooling head. Then, she reached up with a trembling hand and grasped the shaft, pulling it down until it was pointing at her mouth. "Watch me in the mirror as I suck your cock," she whispered, her voice hoarse with excitement. Then, she turned and looked directly at Tim, her eyes sparkling with lust.

The two lovers were so close that Tim could actually see the veins pulsing in Steve's penis. He had never been this close to another man's sexual parts. "Oh Jesus," he moaned quietly as he watched his wife open her mouth and take the large head inside. Then, suddenly he squirmed in the chair when he saw both Steve and Janice's eyes looking directly at him.

Janice moaned deep in her throat, as she tasted Steve's sweet pre-cum juice again. His juice was running out of the slit like a river. She held the large head in her mouth and grasped his hips, her fingers squeezing his strong buttocks, pulling him into her waiting mouth. She sucked him as deeply as she could before her gag reflex took over and she had to let him slide slowly back out. 

Tim eyes never left his wife's mouth. He could see her lips stretched impossibly wide to accommodate the large tool. He watched as the shaft quickly became saturated with her saliva that dripped carelessly to the floor. Then, he heard Steve moan and saw him grasp his wife's hair possessively, guiding her head up and down his pole. Tim's own shaft throbbed painfully. He wanted desperately to grasp it but knew that if he did, he would shoot off in a second. His fingers gripped the arms of the chair tightly as his brain urged him to go ahead and jerk off.

It didn't take a long time for Steve to show signs that he was going to climax. His hips jerked in little spasms as his hands moved Janice's willing head back and forth. His fingers tangled in her hair as he groaned in excitement. 

Janice recognized the signs and quickly pulled away, leaving his penis throbbing in the cool air. "Get on the bed," she ordered. 

Steve complied without a word. He quickly climbed onto the middle of the bed and spread his legs almost obscenely, his strong thighs framing his squirming testicles, his shaft pointing at the ceiling.

Tim almost felt like he was on the bed with them. He could see every hair on Steve's large balls as they hung heavily between his thighs. An incredible thrill ran through him when he thought of the all the sperm inside those balls. He knew that it was going to end up somewhere inside wife in a few minutes. 

When Janice joined Steve on the bed, she straddled his face, standing unsteadily on the soft mattress, facing the mirror. Then, she looked at the mirror and slowly squatted. She had to close her eyes in pleasure as her swollen vagina spread across Steve's mouth.

Steve was in heaven as he watched the smooth lips of Janice's vagina move toward his mouth. He had wanted to suck those lips the minute he had seen them. He moaned when he tasted her abundant juices as the warm flesh pressed to his waiting mouth. Immediately, his tongue went to work. 

"Oh God, that's it Steve, lick me," Janice moaned. She sat heavily on Steve's face, opening her legs and forcing her weight onto his squirming mouth. His tongue went in deep, touching places that no tongue had ever touched. Janice began to move up and down, partly from excitement but also to let Tim see what was happening. 

Tim was watching closely. He could see Steve's tongue disappear into his wife's hole and then come back out glistening with her juice. He watched those beautiful sex lips spread on Steve's face each time she forced herself down. He knew how that felt and could almost taste her himself. 

Soon, Janice was literally bouncing up and down on Steve's face, her juice splattering on his chin and running down his neck. When she felt like she was close to a climax, she stopped moving and leaned forward until her face was over Steve's pulsing rod. Her hands rested on Steve's strong thighs as she looked at the mirror. 

Tim saw her lust filled eyes looking directly at him. He felt his heart soar as their eyes met secretly. 

Janice took the locket with the picture inside, held it up and kissed it, and then mouthed, "I love you!" She laid the locket over Steve's penis so that it would be visible as she sucked him. Then, she opened her mouth and took his penis deep into her throat, almost to his balls. It was the deepest she had ever taken a penis. She fought the need to gag as the large head stretched her throat. 

Steve moaned and his mouth stopped moving on her swollen lips as excitement rippled through his body. He gasped for breath as he felt her throat muscles working on him. 

Janice held him like that, barely breathing as she let her throat adjust. Saliva began to run from her stretched lips and across Steve's testicles.

The excitement was almost too much for Tim. He wanted to close his eyes but forced them to stay open. He was amazed at how much of Steve's penis she had in her mouth. As he looked at her pretty eyes, he could see them watering with the effort. Suddenly, he knew that she was doing this for him. Tim shivered in excitement. 

Finally, Janice had to pull away in order to breath. Quickly though, she took the shaft back into her mouth, forcing it deeper still. She kept trying but was unable to take it all. Finally, she gave up and began to suck. 

Steve's mouth began to move again as he controlled the urge to climax. 

Janice moaned around his shaft when she felt Steve's mouth suck her trembling lips inside. It didn't take very long for Janice to feel like she was ready to climax. The combination of Steve's experienced tongue and the thrill of sucking Steve as Tim watched brought on a cascade of emotions. Just a few short weeks ago she would have chastised herself for even fantasizing about something like this. Now, incredibly, she was sucking another man's penis as he ate her, with her husband secretly watching.

Steve licked Janice's swollen sex lips, then took the meaty flesh into his mouth, and sucked hard. The thick, blood engorged lips filled his mouth. He chewed her flesh gently before his tongue slid through the slick skin searching for her clit. When he found the hard nub, he began to flick his tongue rapidly across it. 

Suddenly, Janice pulled her head back from his penis and moaned as her body began to shake in pleasure. "Oh my Goddddddd!!!" she screamed as a strong climax roared through her. Her hips pressed hard onto the young man's face, her juice was squirting out like rain, running down his cheeks and chin, nearly drowning him. 

Steve swallowed quickly to avoid choking, but there was just too much juice and it began to run out of his mouth. Still, Steve took as much as he could and sucked for more. 

As soon as Janice's body stopped quivering, her mouth went back to Steve's throbbing penis. Now, she was like a mad woman, sucking and licking his pulsing shaft, her head bouncing up and down, taking him deep into her throat again. Several times she looked directly at the mirror, her mouth filled with his penis, her lips stretched wide, a slick drool of saliva leaking from the corners, the golden locket bouncing on his balls. 

Tim was beyond excitement now. He was shaking as he stared at his wife's beautiful face, her lips wrapped around a strange man's penis and the symbol of their love lying on his balls. When he saw those balls tightening under the locket, he knew that Steve was close. He watched the young man's leg's stretch out and his thigh muscles become taut. Tim thought he might be climaxing when he saw the base of Steve's penis pulse, his balls tighten and heard his loud moan. Then he saw Janice's eyes close in pleasure. Still, he wasn't certain what was happening. 

When Janice's eyes opened again, she looked directly at Tim, her eyes swimming with lust. Her jaws were sucked in and her lips were almost smiling around Steve's shaft. Then, she slowly pulled up from his penis with a pop, her lips closing quickly. With her beautiful face looking directly at the mirror, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. 

Tim gasped aloud again. "Oh my God!" he moaned. He felt like he was going to pass out when he saw that his wife's mouth was filled with Steve's thick white cream. The sperm filled her mouth almost to overflow, the thick juice completely hiding her tongue, the bubbles making it look as if it were boiling. It was hard for Tim to believe that one man could cum so much, but there was the proof in his wife's open mouth.

Without her eyes ever leaving the mirror, Janice closed her mouth and swallowed once, then again, and again, forcing the thick liquid down her throat. A long trickle of cum ran from the corner of her mouth and dripped from her chin. 




The Journey Pt. 02



Tim sucked in his breath as he saw his wife's throat muscles work to swallow the thick discharge. Suddenly, without being touched, Tim's penis gave a mighty throb, the head expanded as if it were going to burst, and then sperm began to shoot out like a fountain. It squirted all the way up his body and hit him in the face with a splat. Then each throb afterward sent a string of cum onto his chest and stomach, almost scorching his skin. Finally, the ropes of sperm grew shorter until there was just a dribble. His balls were finally empty. He slumped exhausted in the chair, his eyes barely open. Through an exhausted haze, Tim saw Janice lick her lips and smile dreamily. She even lifted the locket and licked a drop of sperm from the gold surface.

Chapter 4 

Tim looked around the closet, found an old shirt, and used it to clean himself up. When he went back to the chair, he saw that Steve and Janice's naked bodies were pressed together and they were kissing again. Tim sat patiently, watching as they kissed and cuddled for a long time. He wanted to be the one holding her, to be the one kissing her lips. However, he knew that his time would come soon. 

As Janice continued to kiss Steve, she reached down and began to play with his flaccid penis. She laid her head on his shoulder, looked at the mirror, and smiled at her husband as her hand began to bring a response once more from her lover. It only took several minutes before she had him hard again. 

Tim was amazed at the young man's recuperative powers. He didn't think he was ever able to recover so quickly, he thought as he watched his wife work his penis until it was throbbing in her fist again.

When Steve was about ready to move between Janice's legs, she stopped him. "I don't want you in my pussy," she said almost shyly.

Steve looked at her with surprise, suddenly confused.

Janice's comment caught Tim's attention as well. 

Janice hesitated, avoiding Steve's eyes. "I... I... want you to fuck me in the ass!" she said breathlessly.

The words jumped out of the speakers at Tim. He gasped and amazingly, his own wilted penis began to fill with blood. He couldn't believe what his wife had just said nor could he believe that he was hard again. Maybe he just needed to have the right stimulation in order to recover quickly. 

"Really?" Steve asked in shock and then a wide smile crossed his face.

"God, yes. I've wanted this hard cock in my ass ever since the first day I saw you," Janice lied. When she first saw Steve, she hadn't ever had a penis in her ass. It would have been beyond her wildest imagination at that time, but now she was acting like she did it all the time.

"Uh... I've... uh never done that," Steve said as face turned red with embarrassment.

Janice couldn't hide her surprise. "A virgin!" she said in shock, before she caught herself. Janice was not much more experienced than Steve. In truth, she was more than a little frightened to take his large instrument up her tiny passage. However, it also thrilled her and she knew that Tim would love to see it.

"Get some oil," she said.

Steve hurried to his case, his erect penis bouncing in front of him. He pulled out a bottle of expensive scented oil and brought it back to the bed. 

Janice slid to the foot of the bed and sat up. "Come over here lover," she said, crooking her finger at Steve.

Steve walked over, his hard penis pulsing with life, already dripping his pre-cum again. He, like every man, had always wanted to try anal. Unfortunately, his penis was so large that he hadn't met a woman that would let him do it. He wasn't about to miss this chance. His legs were almost shaking as he hurried over to stand in front Janice. 

Janice almost gasped when she looked at the size of his throbbing organ and thought of it stretching her tiny anal hole. She swallowed bravely and took the oil into her trembling hand. Then, she had Steve stand to the side so that Tim would be able to see. She held his penis in one hand and poured oil on the swollen head. She put the bottle down and used both hands to smear the slick liquid up and down the shaft, paying special attention to the head. Her fingers twisted and turned on the head, covering it with a thick coat of oil. Her index finger and thumb made a circle around the base of the crown and then them pulled down to coat the shaft. Then she poured more on the swollen head. Janice knew that once she got the head inside, the rest would be easy.

Tim was holding his breath as he watched his wife work her hands up and down the long shaft of Steve's penis. If anything, it looked even longer than before. He could see that the young man was incredibly excited at the prospect of putting his penis into his wife's ass. The veins were so swollen that it didn't look real. It looked like one of those life-like dildos that women used on each other. The head was purple, almost angry looking and shining with oil. It throbbed in her fist. 

When Janice was satisfied with her work, she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees. 

Both Steve and Tim watched in amazement as she reached back and separated her ass cheeks with her hands. The skin stretched taut and the tiny crinkled star puckered outward. Her tiny hole was twitching in excitement and her swollen vagina lips were slick with juice again. 

"Put some oil on my asshole." Janice said breathlessly, her ass beginning to sway back and forth in need.

Steve crawled onto the bed on his knees. He held the bottle of oil in his trembling fingers and let a long stream of oil pour on Janice's asshole. Quickly, he reached a finger up and forced it deep into her ass, pushing the oil inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Janice moaned as the thick finger went into her as far as it could go. Then, the finger began to move in and out slowly, twisting around to coat her anal walls with oil. 

Steve heard Janice grunt as he added a second finger, pressing it deep into her bowels. This was beyond anything he had imagined. It was hard from him to believe that this woman was letting him do this. He was almost afraid to put his large instrument inside the tiny hole. However, he was surprised at how elastic it felt as he turned his fingers this way and that, stretching her open. He spread his fingers apart until he could actually see into her body. Then he took the bottle of oil and let a stream pour directly into the opening between his fingers. He watched with excitement as the clear liquid disappeared into her dark cavern. 

Tim was trying not to grasp his own hard penis as he sat mesmerized in his chair. This time, he definitely wanted to wait until they were done. Unconsciously, he slid to the edge of his chair and leaned forward, staring at the fingers in his wife's anal passage.

"Fuck me! Please!" Janice moaned when she couldn't take anymore. "Fuck my assssss!!!" 

Steve threw the bottle of oil onto the bed and moved between her spread legs. He had to lift up on his toes to position his penis at the entrance of her little hole. He pointed the swollen head downward. It'll never go in, he thought as he pressed the fat head to the tiny hole. 

The sphincter muscles resisted mightily. 

Janice grunted and pressed outward, forcing the hole to open slightly. 

"Ohhhhhhhh Jesusssss!!!" she hissed as the head slid through the elastic band of muscles, stretching the hole wide. It was a tight fit but finally the head disappeared inside her anal canal, the sphincter muscle clamping tightly to the shaft just below the swollen crown. 

Steve sighed with relief when he saw her little hole grasping the head of his penis, the tight ring almost cutting off circulation. He waited a few seconds, letting them both catch their breath and then, he lifted up further and pressed downward with his hips, using his weight for leverage. Slowly, inch-by-inch, his penis began to move into her body.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Janice moaned incoherently. Her head tossed back and forth and her fingers gripped the bedspread tightly as her anal canal began to spasm around the invading shaft. She could feel the swollen head stretching her as it moved deep inside, sliding across the elastic walls. 

Tim had a great view now. It was almost as if Steve knew he was watching from the foot of the bed. He stared with wide-eyed amazement as Steve's shaft disappeared. He couldn't imagine where it was all going. However, within seconds, the entire shaft was inside his wife's body. He felt that tightness in his stomach that came with jealously. It was almost as if he was watching his wife's virginity being taken. He suddenly wanted it to be him. Still, his penis throbbed and poured a steady stream of pre-cum juice from the tiny slit in the head. 

"Wait! Wait!" Janice gasped, when she felt the shaft hit bottom and his balls touch her swollen sex lips. Her breathing had become rapid and erratic as she gasped for breath. 

Steve held still, his legs beginning to shake with the strain as he waited for her to tell him it was okay to move. He could feel her trying to relax, her hips squirming back and forth under him. Seconds seemed like hours. 

Slowly Janice forced her anal canal to relax and adjust to the invasion. She felt fill, stretched, but there was no pain. Then, she felt little spasms of pleasure began to radiate deep inside her. She squirmed from side to side and moved her knees further apart. "Okay... okay... fuck me! Fuck my ass!" 

Steve didn't need to be told twice. He bent his knees and lifted up, pulling his long penis almost all the way out of her ass and paused. He held his breath, looked down, and saw the way his penis was stretching her ass. Then he exhaled and pushed back inside forcefully.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Janice moaned as the shaft slid deep into her. She could feel ever inch move past her stretched sphincter muscle. A second later she gasped as she felt his balls slap on her swollen sex lips again.

Steve pulled quickly back out, and then pressed downward again. Soon, he was moving at a slow but steady pace. His ass moved up and down, his balls swinging back and forth, making a wet slapping sound.

Tim looked on in total amazement as his shy, formerly prudish wife took the large penis into her body with ease now. With each outward pull, her ass would pucker out, gripping him as if it wanted him back inside. When he pushed forward, the tiny ring would disappear and her ass cheeks would close around his shaft. Tim watched as her hips began to respond, moving in time with Steve's thrusts, pushing back to take him deep. 

"Oh Jesus, fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!" Janice screamed, suddenly wanting him to pound her as hard as he could.

Steve complied, his hips moving up and down with almost blinding speed. Sweat began to drip from his body as his ass moved in a blur.

Suddenly, Janice grunted in pleasure and her vagina convulsed, her ass squeezing the rod even tighter. From deep inside her body, spasms began rippling through her abdomen and up her torso, turning her into a quivering mass of flesh. She began to shake all over as she began to climax. 

Steve felt her spasms but didn't stop for one instant. He continued to pound into Janice's little hole, bringing her to one peak after another. Now that he had climaxed once, he could go on for a long, long time. And, he did, driving into her hole tirelessly and relentlessly. 

Tim watched as Steve pounded his wife's ass for over a half-hour. It was impossible to tell how many climaxes Janice had during that time. It may have been only one, long, continuous climax. There seemed to be no beginning or end. 

Eventually, Tim could see that Steve was close to losing control. His strokes grew shorter and even more rapid. Then, Tim saw Steve's ass cheeks tense and then he bellowed like a bull, forcing his rod all the way into her. 

Janice was whimpering deliriously as she felt Steve's penis expand deep inside her. Then, she felt his sperm pouring into her bowels, filling her with his thick discharge, and soothing her ravaged asshole. Throb after throb sent a copious load into her body, making her wonder if it would ever stop. Finally, she heard her lover sigh and felt him slowly begin to pull his shrinking penis from her hole. Her sphincter muscles rebelled, trying vainly to keep it inside. 

Tim watched as the once huge penis began to shrivel and then slide reluctantly from his wife's ass. The normally tiny hole was stretched grotesquely and remained open for several seconds, red and raw and bubbling sperm. A trickle of sperm drooled out and ran down her still swollen vagina lips before the hole snapped shut, cutting off the flow of sperm. 

Janice collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. 

Steve lay beside her, breathing heavily, his eyes closed in satisfaction, sweat running down his strong chest. After a few minutes, he turned and pulled Janice into his arms.

However, Janice wanted her husband now. She cuddled for a few minutes with Steve then told him that it was time to go. Janice almost giggled at her callousness. Wasn't it normally the man that did this? she mused. Then she had a pang of remorse, and pulled Steve back, and kissed him saying, "Thank you sweetie. That was wonderful. I'll call you for another massage sometime." 

Steve smiled and reluctantly got out of bed. He dressed, then kissed Janice once more, and left. While he felt somewhat dejected, he was nonetheless a happy man. He had gotten more than he ever expected. He had a wide smile on his face as he walked to his car. 

The front door was barely closed when Tim was out of the closet and on the bed. "God, that was the most amazing thing that I've ever seen," he said as he hugged his wife's sweat covered body.

"If you thought that it was amazing watching, you should have felt it," Janice said dreamily with a tired sigh. Then she looked at her husband and whispered, "I love you. God, it was so exciting knowing that you were watching from inside the closet. I could feel your eyes on me the entire time."

"My eyes never left you for one second," Tim said and kissed her lips passionately, his excitement still high. "Can I... can I fuck your ass?" he asked hesitantly, almost sheepishly. He thought that she might be too sore. 

Janice wasn't surprised by the request but she was a little sore. Still, there was no way she would deny him her ass tonight. "Oh God yes," she whispered. "You can fuck me any place you want."

Tim turned Janice over until her back was to him, and pulled her close. Then, he reached down and grasped his penis, moving it between her still slick cheeks. There was no need for any lubricant, as the oil and Steve's sperm made her already stretched hole slick enough. Tim pressed forward and felt the hole open rather easily. "Oh Jesus," he moaned as his formidable, but smaller penis slid easily into his wife's ass. His heart was pounding with excitement as Janice's warm and slick hole surrounded him. He could feel Steve's juice swimming inside her. Suddenly, he felt her hole grip him tightly as Janice squeezed. 

"Fuck me, fuck my slut ass," Janice moaned. When she felt Tim respond to her dirty words with rapid thrusts, she said, "That's it! Fuck it! Fuck it! I need that big cock in my cum filled ass!" Incredibly, Janice's words were exciting her and building her to another climax as well. 

Tim was as excited as he had ever been. The thought that he was sliding in and out of his wife's recently used ass brought him to a peak very quickly. "Oh God baby, I'm going... going to... oh yes... cummmmmmmmm!!!" Tim's penis pulsed and began to add his sperm to his wife's already filled hole.

Janice heard and felt her husband's climax begin. Suddenly, a warmth engulfed her body and she started to tremble. The rest of the world disappeared as her climax merged with Tim's. Each throb of his penis brought a corresponding throb in her anal canal. It was a different type of climax this time, not like the all-consuming climax of earlier. It was soft, warm, and in many ways more satisfying. It was a climax based on love and not lust. 

The two lovers fell asleep in that position. Neither of them even noticed when Tim's penis slipped out of the stretched hole, followed by a flow of sperm from both lovers.

Chapter 5

There was a fresh spring breeze in the air as Tim sat on his deck outside the bedroom the following morning. He was in his robe and had a cup of coffee in his hand. As he looked over the horizon, he could see the green foliage of the trees rippling in the breeze. It was a warm, late spring morning and the flowers were in full bloom, the birds were singing. He looked back in the bedroom and saw Janice sleeping peacefully, serene, her body lying carelessly with the sheet twisted around her. Her face was glowing, almost smiling. God she looks beautiful, he thought. 

Tim had gotten up early because of a nagging though on his mind. It seemed that his insecurities were always more apparent in the mornings. He was still struggling with what he had done to their marriage and where it would go from here. Yet, there was a more personal concern on his mind.

"Penny for your thoughts," Janice said as she stood in the open door. She had put on the same little bathrobe that she had worn last night and was bare footed. 

Tim turned and smiled. He hadn't heard her get up. She looked gorgeous, even with her hair messed and makeup smeared. She looked like a well-used and very satisfied woman. He opened his arms to her.

Janice walked over, feeling a little tender between her cheeks, and sat on his lap, kissing his lips. "Opps! I need to brush my teeth," she giggled.

"Here, take some coffee. That should help," Tim said holding his cup up to her mouth as she took a sip. He watched her lips on the cup and had a sudden flashback of them stretched around Steve's penis. He closed his eyes and shook his head. It's too early for that, he thought.

"So what were you thinking a minute ago, before I came outside?" Janice asked.

"Just how much I love you," Tim said. It wasn't a lie, just not the entire truth.

Janice could see that something was bothering him. "Come on, you were looking very pensive. I was standing there for a couple of minutes watching you."

Tim sighed and looked out toward the trees again. "I don't know. Sometimes, in the mornings, I have these feelings. It's nothing, really."

"Tell me, please." Janice pleaded.

Tim hesitated and then said, "It's... it's what we've been doing. I've read stories on the Internet about guys like me... you know guys that like to watch their wives with other men. They always seem to be... to be... you know... wimps!"

Janice looked at Tim startled.

"Do...do you think I'm a wimp?" he asked suddenly.

"Lord no!" Janice said with amazement in her voice. "That thought has never occurred to me," she added. Then, suddenly she understood. It was the "male" thing, the pride of ownership, and maybe ego. She hugged Tim to her and said, "Truthfully, I'm not sure what the word really means. However, I know that you're not a wimp. You're as much a man as anyone I have ever known!" she said sincerely, then paused. "I know this sounds incredibly self-serving, but I think you are more of a man because of what we do."


"What do you mean by that?" Tim asked curiously.

"Well, I don't believe most men could handle it. A man has to be very secure in his masculinity to allow his wife to be with other men. Think about it. A jealous, possessive man is an insecure man. That's a wimp to me. However, that doesn't mean that you have to let your wife be with other men to be a man either."

"I guess that makes sense," Tim said thoughtfully.

Then the two of them sat quietly for a few minutes, deep in thought. 

Janice was a little worried about Tim. She had enjoyed their adventures immensely. However, she was ready to give it up in a second if it jeopardized their relationship or made him feel uncomfortable. "Do you want to stop what we are doing?" she asked.




The Journey Pt. 02



"No!" Tim blurted immediately. His face turned red with embarrassment. Then he said in a quieter tone, "I love what we've been doing. As I said, I'm just being silly. I... I... don't want to stop." 

Janice still felt that she had to do something to cheer Tim up. There was something that she thought he would be excited about, but she also knew that there was a risk he wouldn't. It was their agreement that they would start trying for the baby soon. She had gone off the pill soon after the night with Dan but she hadn't told Tim. Not because she was hiding it, she just assumed that he was okay with it. She took a big breath and said, "I wasn't going to tell you this until a special time but..." Janice said and paused.

"What?" Tim asked, suddenly worried.

Janice leaned into him and brought her lips to his ear. "You're going to be daddy."

It took a second for Janice's words to register in Tim's brain. When it did, Tim wanted to jump up and down, except that Janice was sitting on his lap. "Oh my God! God... this is... this is... incredible," Tim said emotionally.

Janice's face lit up at Tim's reaction.

"When... when did it happen... when's the baby due?" Tim asked excitedly.

"It's due in about 8 months," she said with an indulgent smile at his barrage of questions.

"Wow, we'll have to get a room ready. What about clothes and toys? A kid has to have toys."

"Settle down sweetie. We have months to plan all that." Janice looked at Tim and she could feel her heart swell with love. His reaction was more than she could have hoped for. "I love you," she said and then she kissed him again.

When their lips parted, Tim looked concerned.

"What's wrong?" Janice asked.

"Well, uh... will we... you know, have to stop?" Tim said.

"Stop our fun?" Janice said, finishing his sentence.

"Yea."

"Well, I won't be showing for a while so I think we have some time left. Besides, the doctor said I had to take care of myself. You know, eat right, get lots of sleep, and take plenty of sperm."

Tim looked at her in surprise. "Sperm?" he asked in astonishment. Then he realized she was joking. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. "Well, we have to listen to the doctor's orders don't we?"

"Absolutely! Why don't we start right now," Janice said and stood up, shrugging her robe from her shoulders, leaving her naked.

Tim's eyes opened in surprise. After all, they were on their back deck, out in the open. He looked toward the houses on either side. Fortunately, since it was still early in the morning, the neighbors were asleep. 

Janice felt incredibly sensual at that moment. The thought of being on her deck naked, for the entire world to see, made her tremble. I must be an exhibitionist at heart, she thought. She let Tim look at her naked body for a few minutes, even turning around so he could see the rear view. 

Tim could see the dried remains of their activity from last night and felt his penis pulse with excitement. 

Then, Janice turned around and slowly knelt between his legs, spreading his robe open. "Oh my," she exclaimed when she saw that he was already erect. Her mouth descended to take the swollen head inside. 

Tim held his wife's head in his hands, directing her mouth up and down. Occasionally, he would look to the sides to make sure they were not being watched. He felt her soft hair between his fingers as he watched her lovingly suck him. Her lips would suck, and then her tongue would flick the head. He could feel the saliva from her warm mouth running across his balls. The thought that this mouth had been on another man's penis just hours before excited him greatly. In just minutes, he was moaning in passion.

When Janice had Tim's penis dripping with her saliva, she stood back up and straddled his hips. She grabbed his penis and placed the head at the entrance to her vagina. She looked into his eyes and slowly slid downward. "Fuck me daddy," she whispered as his penis went all the way into her body.

Tim shivered in delight. It was truly amazing how this woman had changed his view of himself in a matter of minutes. He started the morning feeling sorry for himself, thinking he was a wimp. Now, with her words and her wonderful body, she had transformed him. For the first time in his life, he thought that he knew what it meant to be a man. He was going to be a daddy, he thought with pride.

Janice bounced up and down on Tim, her excitement growing rapidly. Soon, there was a squishing sound from between their legs that drowned out the chirping of the birds. 

"Oh God, fuck me sweetie," Janice moaned as she raced toward pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Tim moaned. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, yes, cum in me. Oh Godddddd!!!" Janice's thighs squeezed Tim's as her body started to convulse in climax. 

Tim's balls pulled up tight as his penis throbbed and poured his sperm into his wife until it squished out the sides. Finally, his balls were empty. He fell back in his chair in exhaustion, Janice's naked and heaving chest pressing heavily on his.

When they had recovered, they went hand in hand to the shower. They scrubbed each other down and got ready for work. 

Chapter 6

A few days later, school ended and Janice was on summer break. She had signed up to teach several night classes but her days were free. She spent her time in the sun at their pool getting a tan and running errands. Every night, she fixed a great dinner for Tim. 

Tim thought he had died and gone to heaven because of all of the attention he was getting. Dinner was normally a quick affair--eating and hurrying to get some evening work done. Now it was different. Every evening, they talked about the baby and what they needed to do. They discussed names for the baby and how they would remodel one of the upstairs bedrooms as a nursery. They also talked a lot about their relationship; of how much they loved each other and that they would never let anyone come between them. It was always an open and honest conversation. Each of them learned new things about the other. 

A great deal of their evening conversations was about sex as well. Janice described the excitement of being with a lover while he watched. Tim told her how much he loved watching. He described the feeling in his stomach and, yes, even the jealousy and how that made it somehow sweeter. 

One evening at dinner, they were having one of their conversations when Janice said, "Guess who called me today?" 

Tim shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who?"

"Dan! He's coming to town tomorrow to visit his firm's legal headquarters in the Ford building. I think he's having lunch with someone. He said that he had an office on the 60th floor with a beautiful view," Janice said, avoiding what was really on her mind.

"And?" Tim knew that there was something that she wasn't saying.

"He wants me to come to his office and see the view," Janice said sheepishly. "He will only be here for one day."

"Oh!" Tim exclaimed. "Do you want to go?"

Janice looked down at her plate almost shyly and said, "Yes."

"Okay," Tim answered quickly. He tried to say it calmly, like it was no big deal, however, he could feel the butterflies in his stomach immediately.

Janice's heart started pounding as she thought of a naughty idea. "I have an idea," Janice said and got up to sit on his lap.

"What?"

"Why don't you go with me?"

"Go with you?" Tim responded in disbelief.

"Don't you think it would be exciting to wait outside as your wife got fucked?" Janice said with a naughty smile.

Tim's face lit up like a Christmas tree at the thought. "So you think he wants to fuck you? I thought he just wanted to show you the view," he said with a wide grin.

"Well, maybe we can do both," Janice teased.

"I'll get the day off."

It was a little before 11 AM when Janice and Tim pulled into the underground parking of the Ford building. The building was a large, modern skyscraper with 60 floors. The glass and steel structure dominated the skyline of the city. Every important corporation had offices in the building. 

Janice and Tim stood together on the crowded elevator as it ascended rapidly. Both of them were nervous and excited. Tim had dressed Janice for the occasion. He had her in a professional blue business suit with a full, pleated skirt and blazer. Underneath the blazer, she had on a white blouse with a colored scarf around her neck. She even carried a small valise; there was nothing in it that had anything to do with their meeting. She looked like a well-dressed businesswoman. However, under the suit, she was naked but for a pair of thigh high nylons. Tim had even made sure he shaved her vagina and oiled it until it was smooth and shining. 

When the doors opened on the 60th floor, Janice and Tim stepped out and looked around the lobby. It was obvious that the firm Dan worked for had spent a lot of money on the furnishings. The lobby was filled with expensive paintings, Persian rugs on the floors, and mahogany wood walls. It wreaked opulence, if not decadence. 

Tim and Janice walked hand in hand to the receptionist who was sitting behind double glass doors. The young receptionist smiled at them and hit the buzzer to let them enter. 

"I'm here to see Mr. Forsman... I'm Janice Harwick," Janice said to the young woman.

"Oh yes, Mr. Forsman is expecting you," the pretty receptionist said. She pressed an intercom button and said, "Mr. Forsman, Janice Harwick is here to see you."

"Yes, send her in," Dan answered.

"Follow me."

Janice kissed Tim quickly as she handed him her briefcase and whispered, "I'll be back in a few minutes. I love you." Then she left him to wait as she disappeared down the hall.

Tim felt somewhat like an expectant father, waiting in the delivery room. He sat on the plush sofa and picked up a magazine. However, there was no way he could concentrate on reading.

The secretary led Janice toward Dan's office. Janice tried not to look at the cute girl's butt as she walked down the hall in front of her but her eyes were drawn like a magnet. The girl had on a very tight, short white skirt, and she could see her thong underwear outlined. Her firm butt cheeks swayed back and forth in an exaggerated fashion, making Janice think that she might be doing it on purpose. 

Just as they reached the door of Dan's office, the secretary turned around quickly and looked directly at Janice. She had a funny grin on her face.

Janice's face turned scarlet when she realized that the young girl had caught her looking at her ass.

The secretary tapped lightly, then opened the door of Dan's office, and said, "Mr. Forsman, your appointment is here."

"Thank you Melissa," Dan replied.

As Janice turned sideways in the door to let Melissa past, she felt the girl brush her breasts across her own, pausing for just a second.

"Have a nice time," she whispered then hurried back down the hall. 

"Wow, you look great," Dan said, getting up and coming over to Janice.

"Uh... uh... what did you say?" Janice said, clearly flustered from the young girl forwardness.

"I said you look great," Dan repeated as he pulled her into his arms. Before she could answer, his lips immediately possessed hers, his tongue delving into her open mouth. 

Janice moaned and relaxed into Dan's strong arms as she kiss went on and on. She could feel his excitement growing.

When Dan pulled away, Janice was breathless. 

"I've been thinking about that since the last time we were together."

"Wow," Janice said as she tried to recover from the passionate kiss.

"How did you get away from your husband?" Dan asked.

"I didn't. He's here."

Dan's eyes grew wide with shock. "Here?"

"Yea, out in the lobby."

Dan had a funny look on his face.

"It's okay. He thinks we have an appointment to talk about school business."

"Oh!" Dan said, almost as if he didn't believe her. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "You're a very naughty girl Mrs. Harwick," he said as he reached his hands around and grasped her buttocks. He kissed her quickly again then said, "Let me show you the office."

Janice hadn't had time to even notice the office yet. When she looked around, she almost gasped. The room had floor to ceiling windows on two entire walls behind a large mahogany desk. There were two sofas, several chairs, a conference table, and even a bar. The walls had the same artistic d‚cor as the lobby. The view out the window was breathtaking. It was the largest building in town, with no others even coming close to the 60 floors.

"It's not really my office. It belongs to the Chairman of our company. He is a personal friend of mine, and he let's me use it when I'm in town and he isn't here." 

Janice didn't know that Dan's family owned the company. Dan didn't mention it. 

The Chairman's out of the country for a month," Dan said, walking Janice over to the window. "On this floor, there is only this office and the executive dining facility."

As Janice stood at the window and looked out, she felt a little vertigo from the height. "Wow, this is something," she said as she felt Dan put his arm around her back. 

"Quite a view huh?"

"I'll say."

"Money has its privileges. However, I have something better," Dan said. Then he turned to her and said, "You!" He pulled Janice to him and kissed her hard. His hands went to her buttocks and he slowly began to pull the skirt up her thighs.

When the skirt was up to the lower cheeks of her ass, Janice protested. "Dan!"

"Don't worry. We're the tallest building in town. Nobody can see us," he said as her skirt rose above her ass. "No underwear," he whispered excitedly when his hands grasped her smooth, soft ass cheeks.

"Oh God," Janice moaned as her ass was bared and fondled in front of the large window.

Then Janice felt Dan step back, his hands going to her shoulders, applying gentle pressure. Suddenly, she knew what he wanted. She bit her lip and looked out on the city below. Her heart started pounding in her chest. Slowly, she went to her knees. Her hands were shaking as she pulled Dan's zipper down and fished inside his pants for his penis.

"That's it baby," Dan encouraged as he watched the pretty woman take his hard penis from his pants. Then he gasped as her mouth opened and sucked him inside.

Janice's felt incredibly naughty kneeling in front of a window, sucking Dan's throbbing shaft. There were no curtains or shades to hide what she was doing. She felt so exposed, yet she couldn't deny the excitement. Her breathing was ragged as her head moved back and forth, coating Dan's penis with her saliva. She pulled his hard penis from her mouth and licked the head like an ice cream cone. Then she held the penis up and licked him from the base to the dripping tip. A tremor ran through her body at the thought of the entire city watching her exhibition.

"Oh Jesus baby. If you keep that up, I'm not going to last long."

Janice moaned and took the head inside her mouth again. She sucked the crown as her hand moved up and down the shaft. When she felt Dan's hips start to move back and forth, she knew he was close. Suddenly, she wanted his cum. She wanted to suck ever drop down her throat, right in front of this window. When she felt Dan tense, she pulled the penis from her mouth but continued to jerk him. She felt the shaft pulse and throb in her hand, then send his cum flying through the air, directly into her wide-open mouth. She couldn't close her mouth to swallow or she would get it in the face. Shot after shot hit her tongue, filling her mouth to overflow. She groaned as a large glob trickled out of her mouth and dripped from her chin to her blazer. 

Quickly, Janice took the head back in her mouth so that she wouldn't lose any more juice. 

Dan's legs were shaking as his balls emptied into her mouth. He opened his eyes in time to see Janice swallowing his load. He shuddered one last time and his knees almost buckled. 

"Sorry," Dan said as he pulled Janice to her feet and looked at the sperm on her blazer. 

"That's okay. It was my fault," Janice said.

"Let me get you something."

"Don't worry about it," Janice answered. She reached down with her finger, scooped the sperm from her jacket, and put it in her mouth. "Don't want to waste any... doctors orders," she smiled. 

"Janice, you are one wild woman and your husband is one lucky guy," Dan said sincerely as he brought her to him and kissed her, tasting himself on her still wet lips. At the same time, he began to slip her jacket off her shoulders. 

Janice let her blazer fall to the floor and then she let him pulled her scarf off. She watched him without protest as he unbutton her blouse until her soft breasts were exposed. Her vagina was throbbing in excitement as he added her blouse and scarf to the jacket on the floor. She shivered at the realization that she was naked from the waist up standing in the window of an office building, in the middle of town. 

Dan bent his head to Janice's breast and sucked on one while his fingers began to play with the other. 

Janice held Dan's head as he nursed on her tit. She gazed out over the city as if to say, "Look at me!" It was an incredible feeling of lascivious freedom. She saw a small plane pass, not too much higher than the building, and wondered briefly if the pilot could see what they were doing. 

Soon, Dan was pushing Janice toward his desk. He moved his chair back and cleared away the papers. "Sit up here," he said, indicating the desk in front of his chair.

Janice scooted up on the desk, her legs dangling toward the floor. She watched as Dan pulled his chair over and sat down. 

"Lean back."

"Oh Jesus," Janice said as she lay back on the desk. A moan escaped her lips when she felt him lift her legs, pushing her skirt to her waist. Suddenly, her legs were spread for the world to see. She felt incredibly exposed again.

Dan pushed her legs high in the air, then back to her chest, opening her dripping vagina to his eyes. He almost drooled as he looked at the engorged inner lips, throbbing wetly. He practically growled as he dropped his head to her swollen lips and sucked them inside.

"Ahhhhh!!! Ohhhh!!!" Janice moaned as his talented mouth began to suck her throbbing hole. Her hands reached for his head. "Oh God, oh God," she screamed as he ate her like a starving man. He chewed and sucked her lips, pausing to push his tongue deep into her hole. 

Tim looked up from his magazine when he heard something. He saw Melissa smiling at him. Did she know something? he thought. "Is there a bathroom here?" he asked.

"Yes, right this way."

Now it was Tim's eyes following Melissa's swaying ass as they walked in the direction of Dan's office. The bathroom was the last door before Dan's office. When the two of them reached the door, they both heard the noise at the same time. They stopped and looked at each other. There was unmistakable groaning coming from the office.

"We have some strange noises in this building," Melissa said. She had a worried look on her face for the first time. 

A good secretary, trying to protect her boss, Tim thought. "Oh," he said and excused himself and went into the bathroom. Unfortunately, it was impossible for Tim to pee with a hard on. He waited in the bathroom for a minute and then peeked out. Melissa was not in site so Tim quietly came out and stepped to the door of Dan's office. He was embarrassed but still he put his ear to the door.

"Oh God, oh God, eat me, eat me," Janice moaned. Her hips were bucking up at Dan, pushing her swollen vagina into his sucking mouth.

Oh my God, he's eating her, right in his office, Tim thought. He could even hear the sucking sounds. Now his penis was throbbing painfully in his slacks.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Janice moaned. She pulled Dan's hair, forcing his mouth tightly to her groin. Her hips pushed up into his face as a strong climax overtook her. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she screamed. Her body shuddered and shook on the desk as Dan continued to suck her until finally, she had to push his head away.




The Journey Pt. 02



Tim hurried back toward the front desk but stopped suddenly, before he turned the corner. He could see Melissa, her back to him, sitting at her desk. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that her hand was between her thighs, rubbing her pantied crotch. She seemed to be leaning toward the telephone. He moved forward slightly and then gasped. She had the intercom on and she was listening to what was going on in the office.

Then, Melissa must have heard something in the hall because she quickly pulled her hand from between her legs and hit the button on the telephone, shutting off the intercom.

Tim slowly walked back out and sat down, smiling at an obviously excited girl. He no longer cared that she could see his erection. He looked at her and said, "There are strange noises coming from the telephone as well I guess."

Melissa looked at him with a frown on her face. When she saw Tim smile, her frown turned to a smile. "Yes, it's a very strange building." She glanced down and saw that Tim had an erection. She didn't know what the deal was between him and his wife but she now knew that he knew what was going on in the office.

"Shall we listen," Tim said, walking over and pointing to the telephone.

Melissa looked at Tim and bit her lip in indecision. Then she smiled and said excitedly, "Okay." She reached over and pressed the button on the telephone. At first, there was only heavy breathing. Then they heard Dan's voice.

"I've got to fuck you," he said and pulled Janice to her feet. He turned her and pushed her over to the window, pressing her naked breasts to the cold glass.

There was a strong intake of breath from Janice as she felt the cold on her nipples as her breasts mashed against the glass. Then she felt Dan lifting her skirt again. She pushed her ass back at him, keeping her chest on the glass. She felt Dan kneel behind her and begin to lick her from behind. She moaned as she looked out over the city. She could see the cars and the tiny specks of people scurrying around far below. God, if only those people knew what was going on up here, she thought deliriously.

Suddenly, Janice jumped. "Oh God," she moaned. "Yes, yes, stick your tongue in my ass."

Tim looked at Melissa. He could see that her eyes were swimming with lust. If it hadn't been so dangerous, Tim would not have been able to stop himself from attacking the young girl right there. However, it was lunchtime and there were people coming off the elevators and going to the executive dinning room. 

Tim could see the young girl squirming in her seat. Suddenly, he decided to take a big chance. He stared at Melissa and said, "Take your panties off." He held his breath.

Melissa looked up at him with dove like eyes. She bit her lip again and looked at the lobby behind the glass doors. She hesitated.

"Do it," Tim said in a commanding tone.

Slowly, Melissa lifted up, reached up under her skirt, and pulled her little thong panties off. 

Tim held out his hand.

Melissa meekly put her wet panties in his hand and then watched excitedly as he brought them to his nose. She sucked in her breath at Tim's wanton behavior. Suddenly, excitement took over and she spread her legs, forcing her skirt up her thighs, exposing her lightly haired sex lips.

"Play with yourself," Tim ordered. He could see the hair glistening with her juices and knew how excited she was. 

Suddenly, they were interrupted by a scream from the office. "Jesus Christ, you've got to fuck me Dan."

Dan stood up behind Janice and dropped his pants. He moved between her thighs and placed his hard penis at her opening. His hands reached around, fitted themselves between the glass and her breasts, and began to squeeze. Then, he bent his head to her neck and sucked the skin of her neck into his mouth as he pushed forcefully into her body. 

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Janice moaned as the long shaft slid into her very wet hole.

"Come on, play with yourself!" Tim ordered Melissa. He watched the young woman obey, her hand slipping between her spread thighs.

"Ahhhh!!!" Melissa moaned as she slid a finger into her hole.

"Are you and Dan a thing?" Tim asked as he watched the young girl's hand begin to move back and forth, her finger already wet with her juice. 

"No," she whispered between breaths. "I'm... I'm a virgin."

"Oh," Tim said in shock. He wasn't sure there were any virgins around anymore.

"I just graduated from high school. My... my... daddy's the Chairman. I'm... I'm... ohhhhh... just working here for the summer," Melissa said as her finger worked between her legs.

"Holy shit," Tim exclaimed. Suddenly, he was worried that she wasn't even eighteen yet. Then, Janice's voice interrupted his thought.

"Fuck me Dan, fuck me," she moaned as she pressed her ass back at her lover.

Dan's hips worked rapidly, driving his shaft in and out of Janice. 

Janice's hands were flat on the window, her cheek pressed to the glass. She no longer cared if anyone could see her. "Oh God, oh God, I'm going to cum," Janice warned. Her body pushed back hard and her legs began to shake. Shudders of pleasure began to rack her body. Her eyes were back in her head and her face pressed harder to the glass as she was consumed with pleasure.

Dan wasn't far behind. "Oh God baby, I'm going to cum," he breathed. "Can I cum in you? Can I shoot my cum in you?" he pleaded.

"Oh God yes," Janice answered. "Fill me. Fill my cunt with your juice." 

Dan became incredibly excited by Janice's nasty words. His hips pressed forward one last time. He buried his penis deep in her hole and froze. Then, his penis lurched and began to spew the contents of his balls into her willing receptacle.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Melissa moaned as her finger worked rapidly in and out of her body.

Tim was shaking with excitement as he watched the young girl pleasure herself and heard Dan cumming inside his wife. He watched Melissa's hips lift off the chair and her thighs close on her fingers. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she whimpered quietly as she climaxed. 

Suddenly, everything became quiet except for heavy breathing. The elevator doors opened and several men with business suits walked toward Melissa and Tim. 

Tim quickly took a seat and covered his crotch with a magazine. He stuffed Melissa's panties into his pocket. 

Melissa hastily pulled her skirt down and shut the telephone intercom off. 

"Hi, we have a 12 o'clock lunch with Dan Forsman," one of the well-dressed men said.

"Oh yes. I'll let him know you're here," Melissa said as professionally as she could under the circumstances. She reached over and pressed the intercom and said, "Mr. Rodgers and Mr. Thompson are here for lunch Mr. Forsman."

"I'll be with them in a minute," Dan answered, still breathless. 

Several long minutes later, Janice came out of Dan's office with Dan walking behind her. 

Tim smiled at her and she smiled back. She doesn't look too bad, he thought. Her hair was a little messed up and her lipstick was smeared but otherwise, no one would know what she had just done.

"Thank you Mrs. Harwick," Dan said, formally shaking her hand. "I'll get right to work on that and have something for you again in a couple of weeks when I come back to town."

"Thank you for all your help," Janice said, trying not to laugh. She took Tim's hand and they walked toward the elevators. 

"Bye Melissa," Tim said with a conspiratorial smile. He saw her smile shyly back and then wave.

"Cute girl," Tim said as the elevator opened.

Chapter 7 

Janice and Tim were suddenly alone on the elevator.

"My God, that was incredible," Janice said, leaning exhausted into Tim.

"I know," Tim agreed, pulling her close

Janice looked at Tim with a funny look. "How do you know?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Uh oh," Janice said.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel something running down my legs."

"Really?"

"Do you want to see?" Janice asked.

"Here?"

Janice reached over and pressed the emergency stop button, bringing the elevator to an abrupt halt. Then she stood back from Tim and slowly lifted her skirt.

"Oh my God," Tim said when he saw sperm on her nylons, just above where the elastic held them to her thighs. Dan's sticky cum was running out and hanging from her swollen lips to her thighs. "God, I want to fuck you right now." 

Suddenly, the buzzer on the elevator sounded and a voice came on the speaker. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh... yes... we just hit the stop button by accident," Tim lied. He reached over and pressed the emergency button. The elevator started to move.

Janice sighed and dropped her skirt. "Damn," she said and looked at the floor between her legs. There was a large blob of cum between her feet.

"Here," Tim said and handed her the thong panties from his pocket.

"Where did you get these?" Janice asked, taking the tiny piece of material and sopping up her sloppy vagina as best she could.

"Let's get some lunch and I'll tell you." He took the panties back when Janice was done and put them in his pocket. 

A second later, the elevator opened, and a crowd of people got on, forcing Tim and Janice to the back. 

Tim leaned over to her and whispered, "You smell like cum."

"I know," Janice giggled.

Suddenly, Janice felt Tim's hand sneaking down her skirt in back. "Tim!" she whispered when she felt his hand move under the hem of her skirt. 

Tim ignored her protest, looking forward at the back of people's head. Slowly, his hand slid up the back of her thighs. He could feel the wetness on his fingers as he moved across the elastic leg band and to the soft flesh of her thigh. 

Janice grunted quietly when she felt Tim's fingers reach her saturated vagina. Suddenly, Janice had to cough to cover her moan as two of Tim's fingers slid into her.

Tim's penis was now rock hard as his fingers moved in and out of his wife's dripping hole. His fingers and hand were becoming saturated with juice. Suddenly, the door of the elevator opened. Tim quickly pulled his fingers from under his wife's skirt. Then, he snatched the briefcase from her hand and held it in front of him to hide his erection as they stepped off the elevator. Hopefully, no one would notice that his fingers were dripping sperm. A few minutes later Tim and Janice were out on the promenade where there was an outdoor restaurant. They took a seat under an umbrella and ordered lunch. When the waiter was gone, Tim told Janice what had happened with Melissa. She was amazed by the story. Then Janice added the parts that Tim couldn't hear from the intercom.

They were talking and eating lunch when Tim noticed the white stain on Janice's blazer. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at her lapel. When he saw Janice blush, he knew the answer. "It was my fault," Janice admitted. "I've never seen a man that can cum as much as he does. I couldn't hold it all in my mouth."

"God, I would have loved to have seen that," Tim exclaimed. 

"Wow, it's getting warm," Janice said, feeling excited again. She pulled the scarf from around her neck.

Tim smiled when he saw "their" locket around her neck. Then his face showed surprise.

"What?" Janice said, reaching for her neck like there might be a bug crawling on her.

"Your friend must have really been carried away," Tim said, pointing to her neck.

Janice reached into her pocketbook and brought out a compact mirror. She opened it and looked at her neck. She gasped when she saw a large purple suck mark. "That rat," Janice said in mock anger. "I'm going to have to cover that up for a week."

"Let's get out of here. I've got to fuck you or I'm going to explode," Tim said.

Janice smiled and said okay. 

They paid the bill and hurried to the building elevators. As they stepped off the elevator in the garage, Tim looked around. "Come here," he said, pulling her by the arm. Quickly, he opened an unlocked maintenance-closet door and pushed Janice inside. "I can't wait sweetie," he hissed as the door closed, enveloping them in darkness. 

Janice let Tim turn her around and bend her toward the wall. 

In the dark, Tim pulled her skirt up and reached for her still dripping hole. He moaned as he felt her sopping vagina again. He shoved two fingers into her as he quickly unzipped himself. Then, he pulled his fingers away and unnecessarily coated his penis with the juice from his fingers. He pushed his hard penis into her. "Oh Jesus," he moaned as he was surrounded by her warm and very wet hole. Immediately, he began to pump his hips back and forth and the room quickly filled with the sloppy sucking sound made by their sexual parts.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum," Tim said very quickly. He was far to worked up to make it last. 

Janice sighed and shivered as she felt Tim adding his sperm to Dan's. She didn't climax because she couldn't anymore for a while. Still, it was very satisfying to have the man she loves fill her with his seed. 

"Thanks sweetie," Tim breathed as he pulled his penis from her twice-filled hole. Then, he pushed the door open and they stepped into the artificial lights of the garage.

"God, I'm glad there's nobody around now," Janice said as they walked toward the car. She stopped, pulled her skirt up, and showed Tim that her thighs, all the way down to her knees were shiny with sperm. Her hole was literally bubbling with the stuff. "If I wasn't already pregnant, I'm sure this would have done it," she giggled.

"That's just the way I love my wife," Tim said.

"What way?"

"Pregnant and filled with sperm," he laughed. Then he hugged her to his side. "What a day!"

Chapter 8

Janice was daydreaming as her summer students filed into the room, reliving the visit to Dan's office. The meeting with him had satisfied her need for sexual adventures for several days. However, now she felt that sexual longing returning with a vengeance. The bouts of heightened sexual awareness seemed to be coming even more often lately. Maybe it was the pregnancy, she thought. She had read that some women get more amorous when pregnant. Whatever the reason, she knew that she would need to scratch the itch or go mad.

"All right class, let's get started on the test," Janice said, pulling her test material out of her briefcase to a chorus of moans. Then she walked around the room and handed out the test. "You have until the end of the class," Janice announced. "Good luck!" 

There were about fifteen people in Janice's remedial law class. Most of them were students that had goofed up during the year and flunked the course. Some were trying to get some extra courses during the summer. A few of them had been in Janice's class before. However, there were several new students. She had noticed three of them the first day. 

Sean and Robert were football players that couldn't take the class during the year because of their schedule. However, because they were pre-law, they needed to take this course before they could go on to their junior year. Neither were the typical "dumb jocks". They both carried high grade point averages, unlike many of their teammates. 

Janice liked the two young men right away. They were tall and handsome with wide shoulders and narrow hips. Unlike many of the football players on scholarships, neither of them seemed to have that cockiness that often came with being stars. They were always polite and never disrupted the class. However, they were jokesters and would often stop at her desk after class to chat. 

Then there was Amy. Yes, shy Amy. She seemed so young. Her dress was always very appropriate, if not expensive. Whereas, many of the students came to the night class dressed like they were going to work in the yard, Amy always wore a dress. She had pretty red hair, sparkling green eyes, and freckles on her face. She always sat in the front row. Occasionally, she would ask a question but mostly she would remain quiet unless called on. When she was asked a question, she always had the answer. 

Janice thought she seemed like a very intelligent girl. That's why she was surprised when Amy seemed to be struggling with the test tonight. Everyone else had finished and was turning in their papers, but Amy was still working. 

Sean and Robert walked up to Janice's desk and placed their tests in front of her. "All done Professor Harwick," Sean said. He seemed to be the spokesperson for the two. 

"I'm sure you two aced it," Janice said smiling at them.

"Oh yea," Sean said sarcastically. "By the way, if we both got the same questions wrong, it's because we study together." Both boys smiled conspiratorially. 

"I'm sure," Janice said sarcastically but then laughed. She knew that they didn't need to cheat to get good grades. Suddenly, Janice felt like the old teacher as she saw the smiling young faces. However, when she caught the eyes of the boys on her legs, it wasn't a student/teacher feeling that she felt running through her. Her short skirt had worked up until a good portion of her thighs was exposed. She felt a naughty little shiver run through her as she let her legs slide a little further apart. 

"It's true, we do everything together," Sean said glancing at her legs. "We even date the same girl." 

This time Robert laughed with Sean at his fabrication. "But she likes me better," Robert said jokingly.

"Hey teach, why don't you go out with us sometime?" Sean said to Janice, continuing his joking. "We make a great double date. Or is it triple, date?" 

"My, my, what would my husband think?" Janice joked back. Again, a little thrill ran through her as she looked at the smiling faces of the two handsome boys. She knew that this type of conversation was inappropriate with students but the class was mostly empty now. 

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Sean answered. "We are always gentlemen." 

"Well, then I'll ask him," Janice answered.

"Great! I'm sure he'll let you," Sean said with a big smile. "Well, we gotta run. Hot date!" The two boys walked out of the room, pushing each other and joking. 

Suddenly, Janice felt wetness between her thighs as she watched the two fit young men leave. Nice butts, she thought. When she looked back at the classroom, only Amy was left, still working on her test. "Is everything okay Amy?"

"Yes, I... I uh... just need a few more minutes."

"All right, I'll give you ten more minutes," Janice said, getting up, stacking her papers, and putting them in her briefcase. Then she walked around and leaned back on the corner of the desk, waiting for Amy to finish. Janice noticed that Amy kept glancing up at her and she didn't seem to be writing. She chewed on the end of her pencil nervously. She's such a cute girl, Janice thought. Tonight, her red hair was done in curls. The curls would sometimes fall to her face in a cute fashion, almost like Shirley Temple. That's who she looks like, Janice thought, an older Shirley Temple. Amy was wearing a bright yellow sundress with spaghetti straps tied in bows at the shoulders. Janice could see that she didn't have a bra on. She didn't need one. Her pert orange sized breasts stood up without any need of support. 

Janice scooted up onto the desk, sitting directly in front of the young girl. Her skirt rose up, showing her thighs. 

This time when Amy glanced up, her eyes lingered. 

Janice felt a little thrill rush through her when she realized that Amy's eyes were on her thighs where the underside was clearly visible. She was certain that she could see the flesh above her thigh high nylons. Janice's heart started to beat rapidly and she could feel a sexual tension building in the room. Slowly, she uncrossed her legs. She watched Amy. Her eyes never left her legs. With excitement coursing through her veins, Janice gradually opened her legs. She knew that this was crazy but she couldn't stop herself. 

The young girl's eyes grew bigger but they never left her legs as they stared into the opening between her thighs.