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Date: Tue, 31 Oct 1995 23:44:42 UTC
Subject: Janet1



                               Chapter One





    Janet dumped her packages and shed her coat as soon as she entered the 

house, strewing everything on the couch in a big heap.  Her feet hurt. As they 

always did after she'd spent the better part of the  day shopping.  Shopping 

had been fun the first few months after she an Alan had married a little over a

year earlier.  Lately, though, it had seemed to lose its allure.  But what else

was she to do?  Alan didn't want her to work at an outside job.  He made good 

money with the construction company.  They weren't rich by any means, but they 

certainly weren't hurting, either.



    Alan insisted that Janet be what he called a normal housewife, whatever 

that meant.  They owned a nice, three bedroom house.  Janet had her housework 

down to a steady routine so she could keep it the way she and Alan wanted 

without too much effort.  That left lots of time for other things.  And those 

other things consisted mostly of shopping.  She paid occasional visits to Pam 

Lowe, her best friend.  Pam was only 19, but Janet was only 21, so Pam didn't 

seem all that young.  Pam was a student at the local junior college, studying 

accounting, so she had time during the day when she and Janet could get 

together.



    Janet kicked off her shoes and tore into the bags to get the charge slips. 

Alan had instructed her to put them on his desk in the den.  He always took 

care of them and paid the bills.  On her way to the den, Janet reflected on how

still the house was.  She felt a momentary, but strong, flash of loneliness. 

She sighed, shrugged off the feeling, and opened the door to the den.  Then she

stopped dead in her tracks.



    Her mind seemed to register everything at once.  The small fire crackling 

in the fireplace on the far side of the room.  Betty Jackson, Alan's secretary,

sitting on the edge of the desk.  Alan standing in front of Betty.  The fact 

that both Betty and Alan were naked! Alan's hand was between Betty's legs, his 

tongue laving her stiff nipples.  And her hand was wrapped around his stiff 

prick.



    Janet's mind reeled.  She wanted to scream.  In anger.  In frustration.  In 

fear.  But not a peep came from her throat.  It was too constricted for her 

voice box to work.

   "Oh, baby," Alan muttered between sucks.  "I want to fuck you.  I need it so

bad!"

   "Yeah?"  Betty answered.  "Then do it, lover.  I need it, too."



    Alan knelt down, pushed Betty's legs apart, and began licking her pussy.

Janet's eyes followed him, the only thing in her frozen body that moved except 

her lungs.  And they barely seemed able to work.

   "Oh, yeah, lover, lick my clit!"  Betty urged.



    Alan eased both hands in her crotch, pulled her pussy lips open, and 

started working his tongue over every part of the exposed pink flesh. Betty put

one hand behind his head and caressed it lightly as she tilted her head down. 

She was watching intently as his tongue moved up and down her slit.



    Janet watched in horrified fascination.  Her brain refused to transmit any 

signals to her muscles so she could move, or to her throat so she could say 

anything.  Her hand was still on the door knob.  The charge slips were still 

clutched in her other hand.  Janet slowly crumpled them into a ball.  She felt 

as if she was watching a movie, not real flesh and blood people, one of whom 

was her husband!

   "Your pussy tastes so good," Alan muttered, looking up at Betty's face.

   "You always say that." Betty said as she grinned happily and hunched her ass

forward a little more.

   "Only because it's true."

   "This sure beats those quickies at the office.  Are you sure your wife won't

be back too soon?"

   "Naw, she's shopping.  She won't be home until the stores close. This won't 

be a quickie, either.  It's going to be a LONGIE.  You can cum as many times as

you want."

   "Oh, goodie!"  Betty squealed softly.  "I love to cum."

   "Don't I know it!"

    Janet seethed upon hearing their conversation.  She had no idea that Alan 

was being unfaithful to her.  He had taken good care of her sexually from the 

day they had given in to their carnal urges several months before they'd become

married.  And not only was he screwing another woman, he had the unmitigated 

gall to do it in their home.  HER home!  The only thing that could have been 

worse for Janet was to have found the couple in bed.  Still, she was unable to 

do anything to interrupt the horny scene she was witnessing.

   "Say it again," Alan urges. "Come on, baby, tell me you want me to eat your 

pussy."

   "Oh, yeah, lover.  Eat my pussy!  Lick it all over!  Your tongue feels so 

good.  Nobody's ever eaten my pussy the way you do.  You know all the spots to 

touch to make it feel the best."



    Alan took his time tonguing her cunt, proving to her again that her 

compliment was well-deserved.  Starting at the base of her slit, just below her

cunt hole, he used the pointed tip to trace the deep gash al the way up to the 

top, going over her clit, then dragging his tongue back down.  Next he would 

broaden his lapper and swipe it up and down the steamy seam.  Betty held her 

hand behind his head, moaning constantly as he provoked those wonderful 

feelings that radiated out from her crotch to infuse her entire body.



    He separated the inner and outer lips with the tip of his tongue, then 

tenderly sucked each long inner lip between his, nipping it lightly.  Betty's 

ass squirmed around the desk.  Her moans increased in volume, getting louder 

and louder as Alan's tongue went faster.  Then he settled his tongue on the 

rigid clit and began teasing it lightly.



    Betty's breath escaped with a whoosh.  "Oh, yeah, baby!  That's the way. 

Oh, God, lover, I'm going to cum if you don't stop that!"

   "That's what you want, isn't it?" he asked, pausing briefly.

   "Uhhh..  Ummmm.  Yeahhhhh!  Make me explode, lover!  Make me cum the way 

only you can!  Ohhhh, I love to cum from your licking and sucking."



    Alan resumed his oral activity, paying attention only to her clit. He 

circled the tiny bud with the tip of his tongue, and titillated it by placing 

his tongue directly on top of it.  He released the lips of her pussy and slid 

both hands along the outside of her thighs, burying his face in her sexy 

warmth.



    Betty draped her legs over his shoulders, and wriggled her ass as he 

brought her closer and closer to her release.  Her head back and her mouth hung

open to emit steady moans and groans.  When her release came, she squeezed her 

legs tighter and began screaming in what sounded like a mixture of agony and

ecstasy.



    Janet continued her sneaky observation, still frozen in place as if the 

winter air outside had invaded the room and covered her with its chilling 

texture.



   "Fuck me baby,"  Betty moaned.  "Fuck me from behind, doggie-style. Please, 

lover, fuck me now!  I need your big cock in me so badly!"



    Betty untangled her legs and pushed at Alan's head.  When he moved back, 

she slid off the desk, twisting around as she moved so that she was facing the 

desk.  She leaned over, put her arms across the top of the desk, and looked 

back over her shoulder at Alan.  Her ass was gyrating in tight circles.  Her 

long brunette hair hung down around her face, obscuring it.



    Alan stepped up behind her, used one hand to guide the head of his prick to

the entrance of her cunt, and took a step forward.

   "Oh, God, yesssss!"  Betty cried out.  "Shove it to me!  Fuck me silly!"



    Alan grabbed both of Betty's hips and thrust his ass forward, burying his 

cock to the hilt inside her gaping gash.  His hips began working back and forth

smoothly, two well-oiled joints that exerted tremendous power as he fucked the 

woman energetically.  He drove his cock in and out of her, using the full

length of his piston to plumb her depths.



    Janet's feelings suddenly underwent a dramatic change.  Up to the time when

Alan put his prick in Betty, Janet had been hoping such an event wouldn't 

happen.  Had Alan stopped with just eating her pussy, she wouldn't have felt so

betrayed.  Now he had committed the ultimate act of deceit.  Still she couldn't

bring herself to interrupt them.  In a perverse way, she was fascinated by the 

sight of her husband fucking another woman.



    Janet watched her husband's muscular body as he fucked Betty.  She was 

short, just a little over five feet tall, so he had to bend his legs to keep 

his dick properly positioned.  Janet had always felt pride in her husband's 

body.  All those hours he spent lifting weights kept him at a trim 185 pounds. 

And kept every muscle in his body powerful.

   "Oh, yes, lover!  Fuck me!  Oh yeah, it's so fucking good!"  Betty moaned 

over and over, her voice wavering from deep bass to an almost shrill soprano.



    Janet understood full well what Betty was feeling.  Alan's cock wasn't 

really thick, but it was long.  Each time he thrust all the way forward, Janet 

knew what was happening to Betty.  A feeling of deep, intense anger flared 

through Janet as she thought of the wonderful pleasure the little secretary was

getting from Alan's prick.  To her great surprise, she felt her own pussy 

getting wet.  Fiery little tendrils of longing were making their way to the

surface, causing every nerve-ending in her body to tingle.  That only made her 

anger so much more overwhelming.



    Betty was close to cumming again.  Janet could see the reddish blush of 

acute sexual excitement spreading over her body.  Unconsciously, Janet's gaze 

went to Betty's tits.  They were small, not over a size 32, with small, pointy 

nipples.



    Alan clung to Betty's hips and plowed into her pussy with long, hard 

strokes, lifting her up on her toes each time he slammed all the way in. Sweat 

covered his body from the exertion of keeping his knees bent so his six foot, 

two inch frame stayed low enough to prevent him from riding too high and 

slipping out of her hot cunt.  To relieve some of the pressure, he gripped both

of Betty's legs and pulled them up to his waist.  He began fucking he faster, 

driving his cock in and out of her with enough force to make her body forcibly 

rock back and forth.



    Betty's body began twisting and contorting, writhing and undulating with a 

life of its own as Alan fucked her toward another orgasm.  Her wails became 

louder, then her body went into convulsions as she came off with a loud groan. 

Alan continued fucking her with mighty thrusts, driving her over the peak into 

that never-never land of sexual satisfaction.



    Her legs gave way, Alan sank slowly to the floor, pulling Betty's ass down 

with him.  His prick, which was still hard, stayed lodged inside her clinging 

cunt.  Betty's arms slid across the slick desk top. Then she put her hands on 

the edge and pushed her body back.  Alan sat on the floor for a moment, then 

lay back, his breath whistling in and out.



    Betty wasn't finished with his cock.  It was still hard, still lodged way 

up her cunt.  That combination couldn't be resisted.  She sat up very straight,

facing his feet, and began fucking him.  She got her feet under her and 

squatted over his loins, using the strength of her legs to propel herself up 

and down.  Her head was flung back.  Her eyes were closed tight.  She worked 

herself toward yet another orgasm.  One hand went to her tiny tits and began 

pinching and pulling at her nipples.  Her other hand slid down into her crotch.

Two fingers slipped between the lips of her cunt and found her clit.



    Janet's eyes followed the hand down into Betty's crotch.  She was looking 

directly between her legs.  Betty would surely have seen her if her eyes had 

been open!  Alan had always told Janet how much he liked the thick forest of 

hair between her legs; had always told her that he liked lots of hair around a 

pussy.  Betty's cunt hair, which was a darker brown than the hair on her head, 

had been trimmed down to a narrow slit that ran from just above her crack down 

between the cheeks of her ass.  Janet could see Alan's cock as it appeared when

Betty lifted her ass and disappeared when the girl sank back down.  Janet still

had the feeling that she was watching a movie of two people fucking.  This 

wasn't her husband under the slutty little brunette.  It was someone else, 

someone who was putting on a private show just for her benefit.



    Alan lay still for several minutes, letting Betty do the fucking. When 

Betty gave up playing with her nipples and clit and put her hands down on the 

floor so she could work her ass up and down faster, he put his hands on her 

hips and began thrusting up to meet her.  After a couple of false starts, they 

got their act coordinated.  Betty's ass flew up and down, and her cunt slid up 

and down his fuck pole. Alternately her hot hole was swallowing the long long 

piece of meat and spitting it out, going from one and to the other.  The head 

of his cock stayed inside her on the upswing.



    Janet had never seen another couple fuck.  Except one time in a movie Alan 

had brought home to show on their new VCR.  Her reaction to that had been one 

of disgust.  It had turned Alan on, though.  Enough so that they had one of 

their best fucks ever.  He hadn't brought any more such movies home, thinking 

Janet was turned off by them.  Which she had been.  Seeing the act being 

carried out before her in living color was different.  She was getting so 

turned on it hurt!



    Betty's ass became a blur of motion.  Her whimpers and squeals of joy hadn't

stopped.  The sounds assaulted Janet's ears, turning her on even more.  The

crotch of her panties were soaked with her own cunt juices. She remained frozen

in place, however, unable to either do or say anything about her own feelings.



    Alan thrush harder as his own climax neared.  Betty rode his prick like a 

veteran, taking all he could give her and loving every second of it.  Her body 

began describing nearly impossible motions as she started cumming.  She 

couldn't articulate any words.  The only sound she could make were the low, 

guttural sounds that poured from her open mouth.



    Betty came fiercely, continuing her movements until the very last second. 

When she felt Alan's cum gush into her burning depths, she tried to fuck him 

some more.  She did manage to work her cunt muscles, squeezing and releasing 

his prick, intensifying his pleasure as he pumped into her with hard strokes 

that bounced her ass up and down.



    Janet knew Alan had cum.  His actions told her that.  She thought it was 

all over between the couple.  Her eyes widened in surprise when she glimpsed at

his prick.  The damned thing was still hard!  It was also coated with a mixture

of his and the pussy juice from Betty's cunt. Janet's anger deepened.  He'd 

never kept an erection after cumming in her!



    Betty knelt by Alan's hip, wrapped one hand around the shaft of his cock, 

put her mouth over the head, and locked her lips just below the crown.  She

began jacking him rapidly as she exerted a slight sucking pressure with her 

mouth.



    Janet was suddenly livid with anger and suppressed rage.  Alan's cock had 

never stayed hard after he came in her pussy or her mouth!  He had always told 

her that he had to rest before he could give her a second shot.  Betty didn't 

have anything that she didn't have.  Her tits couldn't even compare with her 

size 36-C.  Neither could her skinny body compare with hers.  Alan had 

professed his reference for her thick pussy hair and the thick inner lips of 

her cunt.  Betty didn't measure up to any of those standards.  Yet here he was,

his prick still hard, getting ready to cum again in scant moments as the girl 

sucked him and jacked him off.  It was simply more than a woman could tolerate!



    Janet's frozen muscles found life again.  She crossed the room quickly, in 

great strides, tossing away the crumpled charge slips without thinking.



    Arriving at the side of the little brunette, Janet tangled her fingers in 

the long brunette hair and yanked.  Betty's mouth came away from the head of 

Alan's cock just as it began spurting out its second load of cum.



    Betty was taken by surprise, totally unaware that Janet was within miles of

the place.  Her hand held on to Alan's prick as Janet pulled her away.  The 

first spurt of jism hit Betty in the face, landing just below her right eye in

a big glob.  Her hand slid up the stalk of his cock as Janet kept pulling her 

head back.  Betty's body followed until she toppled over onto her back.  The 

anger Betty had initially felt at the sudden intrusion of her pleasure was 

quickly replaced by fear.  Her mouth worked, but no words came out.  Her eyes 

were as big around as saucers.



    Alan raised his head to see why Betty had stopped sucking and jacking his 

cock.  His eyes also got very big around.

   "Janet! Where the fuck did you come from?"



    Janet released her grip on Betty's hair.  Ignoring Alan for a moment, she 

faced Betty.  "Get out, bitch!" she screamed.  "Get out before I tear you 

apart!"

   "Janet!"  Alan said as he sat up.  "What . . . ?"

   "You heard me," Janet grated.  "Out!  Get your clothes and get out of here! 

Don't ever darken my door-way again or you'll regret it!"



    Betty scrambled to her feet, backed away from Janet, and began gathering up

her clothes.  She backed toward the door, thinking she could get away, into 

another room at least, and out of danger.



    Janet read her thoughts and swiftly got between Betty and the door. "No, 

you don't, bitch!  Stay right there and dress.  Let's see if you can get into

your clothes as quickly as you got out of them."



    Betty turned around, facing Alan.  After a moment's hesitation, she started

dressing.

   "Turn around, bitch!"  Janet ordered harshly.  "He can't help you. If he 

makes a move, or says  anything, I'll cut his cock off and he knows it.  Turn 

around and face me!"



    Betty was afraid of facing Janet.  But she was more terrified of not 

obeying the woman.  She turned slowly, her eyes on the floor.  After a moment, 

she dropped the clothes on the floor, picked her panties out of the pile and 

stepped into them.

   "Look at me, damn you!  Look me right in the eye while you dress, you 

thieving bitch!  Tell me how many other husbands you've tried to steal by 

letting them fuck you.  How many other woman have you done this to?"



    Betty lifted her eyes, dropped them, then lifted them again.  "I . .

.. it isn't what you think.  I mean . . ."

   "It doesn't matter what you mean, damn you!"



    Janet took a step forward, then stopped.  "No, I won't beat the shit out of

you, even though I should.  Just get dressed and get out."



    Alan got to his feet and made a move toward Janet. "Janet, don't do

.. . ."

   "Shut up!  I'll get to you after this conniving bitch leaves."



    When Betty had her clothes on.  Janet moved away from the door and let her 

leave.  Janet called to Betty over her shoulder as the girl headed for the 

front door.

   "Use the back door, bitch, like the sneaky thing you are."



    The back door slammed hard.  Janet gave Alan a hard, cold look, her eyes 

traveling up and down his nude body.

   "I hope she meets someone who wants to know what that big splotch on her 

face is from.  And I hope you got your fill of pussy, you two-timing son of a 

bitch!  You'll live to regret this day."  Janet's voice was as cold as her 

stare.



    Alan started to answer.  Janet turned her back on him, went back to the 

living room, got her coat, and left the house.  She slammed the front door 

behind her hard enough to knock the wall hangings askew.





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