A Rock and a Hard Place

By Just Plain Bob

I now know what it feels like to be between a rock and a hard place and I’m here to tell you that it's not a good place to be. I’m married to a woman that I love so much that I can't bear the thought of living without her, but what she is doing is hurting me so bad that I can't bear to think about it.

Jan and I have been together eighteen years now. When we met in college she was a nineteen year old sophomore and I was twenty-three and in the second year of my Masters program. She was a virgin, but I had been experimenting with sex since I was sixteen and I was more than happy to teach Jan everything that I had learned and Jan loved it. When I took her cherry it was as if I'd tripped a switch that turned her into a sex maniac. Every time we were alone Jan wanted to make love and as a healthy young man I was not inclined to say no. The first three days of our honeymoon we never left the hotel room; all of our meals came from room service and the "Do not disturb" sign kept the maids at bay. Beautiful, smart, and she loved sex - yes - Jan was the perfect wife for me and I considered myself the luckiest man alive.

Life was a beautiful thing; Jan found a good job in the field that she was interested in - interior decorating - and I started my career as an electrical engineer. I put in long hours getting myself established, but I never let the job interfere with my home life and after two years of marriage Jan and I were still making love seven or eight times a week. Great wife, great job, great home life, I didn't think that it could get any better and I was right - it didn't get better, it got worse.

One day Jan called me and told me she would be coming home late that night. She was going to a cocktail party following the grand opening of a specialty fabric store in the hopes of meeting some prospective clients. She told me to go to bed and get some rest because I was going to need it when she got home, "I've been horny all day baby and you can count on being woke up by a mouth on your cock."

When the clock went off in the morning I was in bed alone and when I went down to the kitchen to put the coffee on I found that I was alone in the house. I was about to call the police and the local hospitals when the front door open and Jan came in - she was a mess. Her hair was messed up and her makeup was smeared, her clothes were disheveled and there were runs and ladders in her stockings, but what caught my instant attention were the hickeys on her neck. She saw me looking at her and she turned guiltily away, said "I'm sorry" in a low trembling voice and headed for the bedroom.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and followed her. She was undressing and when her dress fell to the floor my worst fears were confirmed; there could be no doubt about what the stains on her crotchless pantyhose were. And while the hickeys on her neck could maybe have been explained away as the result of some drunken necking, that explanation wasn't going to work for the ones on her breasts. Jan saw were my gaze was and she again said, "I'm sorry" and she sat down on the bed and began to cry. She looked so miserable that I had an overpowering urge to take her in my arms and comfort her, but I didn't do it. All I could do was stand there and stare at her and listen as she cried. The sobbing continued for several minutes and then it subsided and Jan said again, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did" and then the story came out.

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Jan and two of the girls she worked with had gone to the cocktail party and for the first hour she had moved around talking to people she knew and meeting some new people. The booze was flowing and somebody seemed to making sure that Jan's glass was never empty. Then Carol, one of the girls she came to the party with, came over to her and said that she had someone that she wanted Jan to meet and she pointed at a rather good looking man on the other side of the room. As they approached the man Carol had leaned over and whispered to Jan, "You are going to love this guy. He has the biggest cock that I have ever seen on a man."

Jan knew that as soon as Carol said that she should have turned and walked away, but she didn't know how Carol would take it and she did not want to jeopardize their working relationship. Besides, she wasn't at the party looking for a man, just for new business contacts so it didn't matter how if the guy had a big cock or not. To shorten the story a little, by the end of the party Jan had quite a few drinks in her, Burt had continued to hit on her all night, Carol had kept talking about how big Burt's cock was and Jan had ended up in a hospitality room with Burt.

"I knew it was wrong, but you are the only man I've ever been with or whose penis I'd ever seen. The drinks and curiosity got the better of me," she said. "I thought I could get a quick look at his penis and then plead a headache and leave."

That hadn't worked and she had ended up on the bed with Burt's cock buried in her. "I don't even know how it happened. One minute we were talking and the next minute he was in me."

Jan, being who she was (a sex maniac), got over her initial "No, no, no, we can't, I'm a married woman" and began to give as good as she was getting. While she was busy with Burt another guy had come into the room, seen what was happening and decided that he wanted some. When Burt had finished and pulled out of her, the other guy had hopped right on. Jan had not seen him come into the room and she had been lying on the bed with her eyes closed and trying to catch her breath when the guy slid his dick in her. Her first thought had been one of astonishment that Burt could recover so quickly and then she had opened her eyes and had seen that it wasn't Burt. By then, of course, it was too late; the guy was pounding into her and she had already started fucking back at him. When he finished Burt got back on and by the time he had come for the second time there were three more guys in the room.

The five of them had then taken turns on Jan for the rest of the night. Jan lost all track of time as she sucked cock and was repeatedly fucked. At one point during the night she noticed Carol on the bed next to her getting a double penetration from two guys. Jan woke up at five-thirty the next morning and found Carol snoring away in bed next to her and all the men gone. The bottom line was that the evening was a sexual high for her and she said she wouldn't have minded another five guys coming into the room. She said she loved me and was sorry for what she had just done to hurt our marriage and me, but that she now knew that there was a difference between love and sex, and that you could have sex, and lots of it, without love entering into the picture. She told me again that she loved me and didn't want to live with anyone else but me, but by the same token she wanted what had happened that night to happen again. I was floored when I realized that she was asking me for my permission! Again, to shorten the story, we spent the next two weeks talking about little else before I bowed to the inevitable and agreed to let her experiment outside of our marriage.

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For the next year and a half Jan would go out once or twice a week with Carol or another girl friend and not come home until the next morning. I always made sure I was gone to work before she got home because I could not stand the pain of seeing her freshly fucked by someone else. There was one interesting (and amusing) outcome from her first night of infidelity - it seems that Burt's "huge" cock was smaller than mine and after Jan told Carol that, every time Carol saw me she tried to get me in bed. I was amused to see that Carol's actions upset Jan; I guess it was okay for her to go out and sample strange wares but I was supposed to stay home and be good. And I did - stay home and be good I mean. I had no interest in other women; I loved my wife and wanted no one but her. The major outcome of Jan's extramarital affairs was that our sex life dwindled to nothing. This was not Jan's fault, she still wanted to fuck me damn near every night of the week, but I just could not bring myself to make love to her after she had just fucked someone else.

Jan took to bringing her lovers home with her and fucking them in our bed (and I do mean 'lovers' plural - anywhere from three to seven at a time). She told me that she thought that if I watched her in action it might turn me on enough to make me want to fuck her again. It didn't work; I'd just leave the house. And then one day she came to me and asked me to make love to her and when I hesitated she told me that she had not been with another man for two weeks, "I've got it out of my system and from now on I don't want anyone but you."

It took us a couple of months to get back to where we had been before she went to that cocktail party, but get there we did and for the next fifteen years, as far as I know anyway, Jan spread her legs for no one but me. We had two kids, a boy and a girl, and we lived the life of a happily married suburban couple. Until last month.

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It was Jan's company Christmas party and I had reluctantly agreed to go with her. I was always uncomfortable around her co-workers, most of who had fucked her during her wild days. Halfway through the party I became aware of the fact that I hadn't seen Jan for a while. I went looking for her and couldn't find her and Carol came up to me and said, "Even if you do find her you're going to have to settle for sloppy tenths or so. I haven't had anyone yet tonight and I'm nice and tight if you want to try me."

I pushed past her and kept looking for Jan. I never did find her. Two days later she stumbled in the front door looking like she had the night of the cocktail party - only worse. Some guys had fed her several stiff drinks, had hustled her away from the party and had taken her to an apartment on the other side of town and then had gang fucked her for two days. She had no idea how many had used her, only that her crotch was very, very sore. She said that every time she tried to get up and leave another guy would push her back down and mount her and that she would probably still be there if the wife of the guy whose apartment it was hadn't come home early from a trip. The wife had walked in, seen what was going on and had gone off like a bomb. Everybody scattered and that gave Jan a chance to grab her clothes and get out. She had called a cab and come home, certain that I would have locked the door on her and thrown her clothes in the street. Jan sobbed and begged forgiveness, which I gave, and then she went upstairs, soaked in a hot tub and then slept for over sixteen hours.

The following week was a bad one for Jan. Every day two or three guys would try to get her alone someplace where they could get a quick piece of ass and she finally had to quit her job to put a stop to it. She spent the next week at home pouring over the want ads and I had just about decided that I liked the idea of her being at home and not working when I came home one night from work and couldn't find a place to park near my house. My driveway was full and so were both sides of the street. I went into the house and found Jan with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her cunt and a cock working its way into her ass. Counting the three guys already fucking her there were fifteen guys there, all naked, all stroking their dicks, and all waiting for a turn. One guy turned to me and said, "You'll have to take a number Mac, but don't worry, this one has enough for all of us."

Just then the guy in Jan's mouth pulled out his cock and I could see the cum dribble out as, without even turning her head, she called out "Next!"

The guy who had told me to take a number went over and put his dick in Jan's waiting and ready mouth. I went through the house looking for the kids and I found them in Tommy's room. The two of them were watching something on the portable TV set and I was surprised to see that fourteen-year-old Tommy had my shotgun next to him. He pointed at Kathy, his thirteen-year-old sister and said, "A couple of those assholes tried to drag her into the room with mom, but this," and he patted the shotgun, "scared them away."

I took both the kids and left the house and we checked into a hotel. When I went to the house the next morning everyone was gone, including Jan. That was three days ago and Jan hasn't called or come home. I'll probably wait one more day and then call the cops, but what do I tell them when they ask why I waited so long to get them involved? And what do I do when, and if, Jan finally comes home?