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Subject: Jan the Slut, Chap 4(M+/F, interracial) Complete  -  janslut4.txt [1/1]
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                            Janslut4

              "My Wife, the sexiest woman in town"

     The first time I saw Jan, I knew she was something special. 
Not just for the large breasts straining to get out of the
shortened wet T-shirt she was wearing, but her attitude.  She was
one of five girls that were dancing in a contest in Ft. Lauderdale
during spring break. She was the most sexually exciting woman I had
ever seen.  Not the prettiest of the contestants nor the one with
the biggest boobs, but there was something about her, something
that radiated sex, something brazen.  The other girls, though they
were enjoying the attention, looked uncomfortable baring their
breasts for the crowd.  She didn't look professional or anything
like that.  It was like she was getting off on exhibiting herself.

     I watched  her from the shadows.  I couldn't take my eyes off
of her.  Her enjoyment at her exposure was contagious.  She reviled
in the attentions of the men.  She was the fastest getting the wet
shirt off.  Her large, hard nipples stood almost an inch out from
her breasts.  From excitement or the cold?  They were tenting her
shirt before they poured the water over her chest.  She danced with
abandon to Mitch Rider's "Devil With The Blue Dress On".  I was
mesmerized.

     When all the contestants had danced, I was surprised that she
only took second place.  It soon became apparent that it was
because the winner had brought her own group of friends to act as
a cheering section.

     With the contest over, the girls slipped their clothes back
on.  Only Jan stayed in her cut-off T-shirt.  Her tits were groped
as she moved through the crowd.  Instead of being angry, she would
just smile at the fellows who were bold enough to try to feel her
up as she passed.  I watched as she made her way to the bar and
ordered a beer.  She was soon joined by two fellows, who if they
weren't twins, were at least brothers.  They looked too old to be
students.  Probably a couple of dirty old men hoping to score
during spring break.  They stood talking for a while and the three
of them left together before closing time.

     I don't know what possessed me, but I followed them.  They
went to a hotel on the strip and I watched as they got into a glass
elevator on the outside of the hotel.  They were the only ones in
the elevator.  I could see as it ascended that the two brothers
were had pulled up her shirt and were alternating between sucking
her breasts and pulling down her shorts.  The elevator stopped on
the eighth floor by which time, Jan was standing naked between the
two men.  I watched as they got out of the elevator and disappeared
from view.

     The next night, I was waiting in line for a table at a
restaurant and who but Jan should come up behind me.  When it
became apparent that singles were being seated in the least
desirable locations, I suggested we share a table and she accepted. 

     We made the usual small talk during dinner:  where are from,
what school are you going to, what's your major, etc.  We tried to
keep it light, but we both noticed our immediate mutual attraction. 
I tried to pay for her dinner, but she insisted that we were going
dutch as we had come in separately.

     After dinner we went out dancing.  We had a few drinks (mine
were non-alcoholic because of my Scuba classes) and I made excuses
for an early night.  We had both been on our best behavior.  I
didn't mention seeing her half naked in front of dozens of men the
night before nor did she mention it.  I didn't even try to kiss her
that first night.

     I slipped across the street to my car.  I had a ball cap and
a T-shirt in the back seat that I put on.  Then I watched to see
what she would do next.  I could not believe that she would want to
end her evening at 10:00 PM and I was hoping to see her dance
again.  I sensed that she wouldn't want to do that if I were
around.

     About 10:15, she came out dressed in short-shorts and a halter
top.  Her breasts were barely covered by the top and her ass checks
poked out below the shorts.  She went back to the clubs on the
strip.  After a few drinks, she started a conversation with one of
the men at the bar.  They left together about 10:50, and I followed
them out.  They went to a nearby hotel where he must have had a
room.  (Not only did these hotels not deal in the by-the-hour
trade, but all of the rooms in town were booked up months ago.)  

     She came back down a little before midnight and went back to
the bar.  A short time later the new man she was drinking with must
have made a suggestion.  Jan looked at her watch and made a
different suggestion.  They headed out behind the bar into the
alley.  I watched from the shadows as they began kissing while he
opened up her blouse to play with her tits.  After a little of
this, she dropped down and opened his fly.  Pulling out his dick,
she proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life.

     When she finished, the guy walked off quickly, leaving her to
do up her clothes.  When she had finished, she went to Summer's for
the wet T-shirt contest again.  I stayed for part of the show, but
the need for sleep over came me.

     The rest of the week were virtual repeats of the first night. 
I would drop her off early and then watched while she went back out
to get picked up in Penrod's before striping her clothes off at
Summer's.

     On Sunday, I saw her off at the airport.  I told her that I
would write.  What she didn't know was that a very old friend of
mine, Dave Miller, went to the same state college.  I asked him for
information about her.  
     He returned a very interesting letter about the school nympho
who took on regiments of male students at frat and other parties
nearly every week-end.  He even forwarded me a copy of a Polaroid
taken at a friend of his bachelor party.  It showed her naked with
the groom-to-be in front of a room full of boys.  The groom, still
fully clothed was sucking on of her boobs while feeling-up her ass
as she smiled at the camera.  My friend was clearly one of the guys
in the background and there was no mistaking Jan's face and figure.

     The more I heard about her, a do anything girl, the more
captivated I became with her.  She became the object of my
fantasies.  I corresponded with her the rest of the year, but
looked forward the my friend's letters detailing those of her
exploits he knew about.

     We were married over Christmas break later that year.  She
went back to her school and I went back to mine.  She continued her
wicked ways at her college and my friend continued sending me as
many details as he could find out about.  When we finally were able
to live together, we moved to yet another college town where I
started grad school.

     Jan got a job as a teacher.  Between my stipend and her
salary, we did pretty well.  We screwed like rabbits every chance
we got. Sex was good and nearly normal.  Jan's one hold over from
her earlier days was her need about every week or so to drink and
engage in sex to the point that she passed out.  Our sex play
involved all manners of sex toys.  Who ever joked that the way to
cure a nymphomaniac was to marry her was wrong.  I simply could not
keep up with her at these times and had to have mechanical or
fantasy help.

     She stayed on the pill while I was in graduate school, so it
wasn't until almost three years after our marriage that our
daughter, Cari, was born.  We had stayed on in the college town for
almost a year after I got my Master's.  I got a great offer so we
moved after that school year back to my home town.

     Jan got teaching job for the next school year and we were
doing very well.  As a young engineer trying to work my way up to
senior engineer, I started putting in a lot of overtime.  I had
less time at home but Jan's appetites continued unabated.  I tried
to keep up with the demands the job and my wife's libido.

     This went on for several months.  After the first of the next
year, I noticed a decrease in Jan's cravings.  At first I barely
noticed it.  Then when it dawned on me that she was less sexually
demanding.  I guessed incorrectly that she was simply growing out
of her needs.  After about two months, Jan was back to her old self
and even more demanding.

     It wasn't until the spring that I found out what had happened. 
We were at a party put on by one of the other faculty members.  I
had stepped into the kitchen to get Jan and I a drink.  As I was
starting out, I heard one of the male faculty members talking to
the husband of one of the teachers about Jan.  They were discussing
her tits as I stepped up behind them.  There was a partition
between us so they didn't see me.  I was interested in what they
would say about her.  Then the teacher launches into a story about
how the white Vice Principal (a 43 year old man) and Jan had had an
affair during the first part of the year.  The VP had bragged to
everybody about how much action she was giving him.  He even showed
her off to some of his friends when they would go out for drinks. 
The upshot of it was, he had been too indiscreet about it and his
wife found out.  She had followed him one night and confronted the
happy couple.  After that, the VP's wife never let him out of her
sight.

     I was thunder struck.  It all became so clear to me.  The
dates were right.  That would explain why she didn't need as much
from me.  It all fit.  Knowing her history, it should have been the
first thing I thought of but it hadn't occurred to me.  It should
have though and it was circling in my brain.  At first, I was
jealous, but the more I thought about it the more turned on I got. 
My wife with another man in my own home.  The years of fidelity had
dulled my sense of the excitement at my wife's sexual exploits. 
The middle-aged VP was hardly the stuff of fantasies though.  It
did start me thinking about her fucking other men and reawakened
images I held of her being fucked by groups of men.

     After the affair with the Vice Principle, I became more alert
for signs that she was have an affair on the side.  When I felt her
becoming more secretive, I decided I would try to find out what was
happening.  The idea of her being with another man still excited me
and I wanted to know all about it.

     I put some of my engineering know-how to work on the problem. 
I made the excuse that my real-to-real tape recorder was broken and
moved it to my workshop.  I put a tap on the phone and a microphone
in the bedroom.  With a voice activated switch, I felt it would be
the next best thing to being there.

     I was having to work a lot of evenings on a major project.  I
thought Jan would use my late hours as an opportunity to meet or
talk to a lover.  I was disappointed at first that my tape system
failed to record anything other than parents calling to discuss
their little darlings with the child's teacher -- boring.

     About four days after I set up the system, I came home to a
shocking sight.  Jan was passed out face down and naked on the
floor of the living room.  Her spread legs were facing the door. 
It was apparent that she had been well and truly fucked.  Cum was
oozing from her cunt and asshole.  Whoever left her like this
wanted me to find her this way.  I got her into bed and rushed to
my workshop.

     I could tell from the tape that the black dean of boys was
with her that evening.  This was a surprise as with all of the
experience she had in school, her southern background had kept her
separated from gentlemen of color.  I believe he was her first.  He
had been rough and demanding.  With his final act of contempt for
Jan or me or just whites in general, he forced her down on the
livingroom floor and buttfucked her.  A combination of the drinks
and over-stimulation caused her to pass out.  He purposely left her
for me to find this way as a sign of that contempt.

     I got her cleaned up and into bed.  The next morning, I acted
as if nothing had happened.  I could tell from her questions that
she didn't remember getting into bed and was trying to see if
anything had been unusual when I came home the night before.  I
reassured her that she was already in bed when I got home.  This
relaxed her but left her with several unanswered questions.

     The project was winding down and I was not having to work as
many evening.  I kept up the pretense to allow Jan opportunities
for her affairs.  I started watching the house at night.  Each
night, I waited down the block to see what would happen.  About
three nights after the dean of boys had been there, I saw the next
door neighbor's girl go into my house.  A short time later, Jan
left the house.  I trailed her car at a discreet distance.  She
drove into the black neighborhoods.  She pulled up to a local dive
and went inside.  I could not follow her into this bar.  I would
have stuck out like a sore thumb.

     Sometime later, I saw her come out accompanied by four black
men.  They started for one of the cars parked out beside the bar. 
Then, almost too quickly for me to see what was happening, a black
woman came running out of the bar screaming.  She headed straight
for Jan.  She started pulling her hair and managed to rip her
blouse before the men pulled her off of Jan.  One of the men had to
slap her to get her to go back in the bar.  The men continued and
pushed Jan into the back seat of one of the cars.  I could see
through the window of the car the men in the back seat had Jan's
blouse and bra off before they were out of the parking lot.  They
made straight for a shabby motel.  I pulled up across the street to
watch.  The man on the passenger's side went into the office while
the others waited in the car.  The action in the back seat had
continued all the way from the bar.

     The one in the office came out and indicated which room was
their's.  The men got out of the car and were standing beside it as
their friend opened the door to the room.  Jan was setting, naked
but for garterbelt and stockings in the door of the car, trying to
get her clothes back on.  One of the men grew impatient, reached
down, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.  He carried
the naked Jan ass first into the room.

     I moved my car for a better vantage point and to a place that
would arouse less suspicion.  I felt a tinge of jealous at what was
happening.  Curiously, that jealousy wasn't from the fact that Jan
was being fucked by four black strangers, but from the fact that I
was not part of the action.

     I had to wait over an hour before the door opened again.  The
men began filing out of the room.  For a moment, I was afraid that
they may have gone too far and done serious a injury to Jan. 
Before I could get too worried, I saw her stick her head past the
door jam.  A conversation ensued and I saw them wave her out.  She
kept refusing and asking for something.  Once again one of them
became impatient and dragged her still naked out to the car.

     I loosely tailed them back to the bar.  As I knew their
destination, it wasn't as important to keep them in view each
moment.  When they reached the bar, they pushed a some what
disheveled Jan out by her car.  They pulled into the parking lot
and the three passengers piled out for their cars.  They quickly
started their cars and left.  It took Jan a couple of minutes to
find her keys and start her car.

     I only followed her long enough to know that she was headed
home and wasn't being followed by one of her new friends.  It was
too early for me to be home if I was holding to my pattern, so I
cruised around for another hour.  When I got home, she was already
in bed and seemingly asleep.  As I crawled in bed with her, it was
clear that she had showered and cleaned off the effects of her
party.  The next morning, she acted again as if nothing had
happened.

     Toward the end of the week, I had to go out of town on
business.  When I came back on Sunday, I went to my workshop to
listen to my tape..  I heard her set the details for a date with an
older man.  I also heard the resulting tryst with the old man and
another man who was apparently black, possibly the old man's
chauffeur.  It was clear from the sounds Jan was making that she
was having a very good time.  I was starting to get a collection of
very hot audio tapes.

     Monday night, Butch, the black coach from her school came
over.  This made it clear that she had a fixation on black men, but
this was more like it.  I knew Butch.  He and I had worked together
on a project for the school system.  I counted him as a friend and
felt I could approach him with a proposition.  After a while he
left and Jan was in bed again when I got home.

     I called Butch the next day.  I asked to see him that evening
as I had a proposition for him that he would like.  We agreed on a
club to meet and I rang off.

     We had picked a skin bar to meet.  I got there early and was
enjoying the girls dancing when Butch came in.  He found me and we
spent a few moments with the usual hand shaking and back slapping. 
We settled down to drinks and watching the girls.  We had
discussions about each of the girls' good points and bad points. 
After a few moments we were discussing one girls tits.

     "Do you think her tits are as good as Jan's," I asked.  I
could see I had caught him by surprise.  

     "I wouldn't know," he protested, trying to cover his surprise.

     "Don't worry Butch," I said.  "I know all about last night."

     "Did she tell you?" he asked.

     "No, I was parked down the street," I answered.

     "I'm sorry man, it will never happen again, I swear," he said.

     "On the contrary, I want it to happen again and more," I said.

     He looked at me incredulously for a moment.

     "What's the deal man?" he asked.  "You planning to divorce her
and need a reason?"

     "No, nothing like that.  I have known that Jan could never be
satisfied with just one man and I get off on the idea of her making
it with others.  My problem is, I want to be more a part of it and
I want it to be handled in a safe fashion.  That's where I want
your help."

     "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

     "I want you to set up some parties for her," I said.  "The
more men the merrier."

     "Sure, I show up with half a dozen guys and she yells rape,"
he said.  "No thank you."

     "She won't yell rape," I said.  "In college, she was the
school gangbang queen and took on groups of guys each weekend.  Get
her a little drunk and she will take on armies.  I can tell that
she misses that.  She picked up four black guys in a bar last week
and screwed them all at a motel."

     He thought about this for a moment.  He watched the girls and
sipped his drink.

     "Ok, I'll tell you what I'll do," he said finally.  "I'll take
a friend over with me and if she doesn't freak out on that, I will
arrange your party for her."

     True to his word, the next night he showed up with a friend of
his that I didn't recognize, another black man.  They stayed for a
few hours and left.  He was to drop off his friend and meet me at
the same bar.  Again, I got there first.  When he came in, he was
all smiles.

     "Well, how was it?" I asked.

     "You were right man," he said.  "She loved every minute of it. 
When I suggested that I could get more, I could tell the idea
excited her.  When can we set it up?"

     "Is this tomorrow too soon?" I asked.  "You have that PTA
meeting so our daughter will be with grandparents.  That should
give you the cover that you need to start earlier."

     "Shall I bring them to your house?" he asked.

     "No, you had better arrange for a Motel room," I said.  "How
about that La Quinta out on the highway.  It should be close enough
to the school to be easy to get to."

     "That's a good place alright, but if one of us black faces
tries to get a room there, they will assume that it is for a party
and get us raided," he said.

     "Point taken," I said.  "Have Jan get the room before the
meeting then."

     Butch called me the next day to tell me that Jan had agreed to
meet him at a motel that night.  He had not mentioned anything
about there being anyone with him, but he felt she knew he would
not be alone.  It was arranged and that night, I did not have to
tail anyone as I knew where and when the action was going to take
place.  I was waiting at the motel when they started arriving.  My
only question was which room.  Soon, I noticed cars being parked
without anybody getting out.  They were all behind the motel out of
sight of the office.  I felt I was in the right place.  A few
minutes later, Jan and Butch drove up.  They got out of their cars
and he took her up to a room on the second floor.  After they went
in, I saw men start getting out of their cars, and slowly walked
toward the building.  They were soon joined by the man who had been
with Butch the night before.  He was carrying a case of beer.  They
went upstairs but waited until Butch came out to get them before
entering the room.  I counted seven black men going in with Butch. 
It looked like Jan was going to get a workout tonight.

     I continued to wait outside in my car.  I couldn't see
anything, but my imagination was working overtime thinking about
what was going on in the room.  I could visualize her taking black
dick after black dick between her legs or in her mouth.  Even
though I couldn't see anything, I couldn't leave.

     After about half an hour later Butch came out.  He was
carrying a bundle, which he put in his car.  He then looked around
so I let him know where I was.  He came over and got in the car
with me.

     "I thought I would find you out here," he said.

     "Of course," I said.  "Is everything alright?"

     "She is having the party of her dreams man," he answered. 
"Don't worry about a thing."

     "I thought there was a problem when you came out so soon," I
said.

     "Nothing like that," he said.  "I did want to ask you a
question though.  Is this a one shot thing or can I plan for
another party sometime."

     "I don't see why you couldn't have another one sometime if Jan
is willing," I said.  "I can't believe she won't be willing as long
as you don't let her get hurt."

     "Any limit on the number of men or where?" he asked.

     "Just don't let it become a public scandal or anything that
will do permanent injury to her," I said.  "Otherwise, there's no
scene she won't make."

     "Good.  The team has a good chance of taking the State title
and I would like to offer some incentive to my better players," he
said with a chuckle.

     "I don't know about getting students involved," I said. 
"Someone's parents might get wind of it and we would have a major
scandal on our hands."

     "Oh, these would be very special students with no danger from
parents," he assured me.

     "Well, ok, but that one, I want to be part of," I said.  "You
will have to blindfold her or something so that I can be a part of
the action.  Besides, being fucked anonymously has long been one of
her favorite scenes."

     "Deal," he said shacking hands and returned to the room.

     I went back to my fantasies for a while.  In the middle of one
of these fantasies, I saw the door open.  I thought that this was
still awfully early for the party to break up, when I saw Jan stick
her head tentatively out of the door.  I was instantly alert.  She
slowly emerged from the doorway trying to keep to the shadows.  She
was hiding her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other,
but it was obvious that she was only wearing her garter belt and
stockings.  She slipped cautiously, though awkwardly, down the
walkway to the concession area while attempting to dodge any open
windows.  The lights in the walkway were dim and widely spaced, but
the concession area was brightly lit.  She had to drop her hands to
operate the pop machine.  I could see from her disheveled
appearance that she had already been well fucked.  Still under the
bright lights of the machine alcove, she peeked out to check the
hallway.  I heard a horn blast from the expressway behind me as a
truck driver got an eyeful.  All pretense at modesty lost, Jan ran
as fast as she could for the room door.  It was closed so she had
to knock.  Some long seconds later, the door finally opened and
with it, the next door down.  A man peek out from his door just as
Jan was entering the other room.  He may have seen her streaking
past his open window or was attracted by Jan's pounding on the
door.  I don't know if he caught a glimpse of her retreating
backsides or not.

     It was sometime later when the party started breaking up. 
Most of the guys came out and went to their cars.  A few minutes
later, I saw Butch and another man emerge cradling Jan between
them.  Jan was wrapped in a blanket and barely able to stand.  Her
face and hair were a mess covered as they were with the sperm of
the men who had just fucked her.  The blanket was loosely wrapped
around her and with ever other step, opened to reveal the naked
woman beneath.  I got tantalizing glimpses of her lower body up to
her waist.  Cum was clearly rolling down her legs as they made
their way to her car.  They put her in the passenger seat and the
young man helping Butch got in to drive.

     I tailed them home to watch them get her inside.  Butch paid
off the babysitter.  It was quite clear that the babysitter saw the
Jan naked as they got her out of the car.  Oh well, we may have to
find another babysitter now.  They spent some minutes getting her
settled and then left.  I waited a little while longer and went in
myself.

     I found her tucked in bed.  Her face was still covered with
dried cum and I pulled back the covers to see the rest of her.  The
smell was almost overpowering.  Butch had left me a message written
on her tits describing how good she was.  A few bruises were
starting to form suggesting that she didn't get the most gentle
treatment from these men.  She always had enjoyed rough sex. 
Rather than clean her up, I covered her up and got ready for bed
myself.  I noticed a photo on my bedside table.  It was a Polaroid
of Jan, looking much the same as she did now, still covered in cum
and only half conscious, with seven black dicks hanging over her. 
It was a great picture.  My already erect dick got even harder just
looking at it.  I got undressed and into bed.

     I moved over beside her and ran my hand down her body to her
damp and matted pubic hair.  My fingers searched between her legs
for her cunt which I found still stretched open.  My fingers
explored her wet opening.  By the time I had several fingers inside
her, my hand was covered in the jism of the pack that had fucked
her.  Though still unconscious, Jan began to respond to my probing. 
Her hips began moving which pushed my hand deeper inside her in her
desperate attempt for another orgasm.  I rolled her on her side and
keeping my hand between my legs, I stuck my dick in her well
lubricated ass.  Her movements were so violent that I didn't even
need to move myself.  Her hips moved her first onto my hand and
then back onto my dick in a rhythm only she heard.  Even though her
ass was wet and loose, I couldn't take much of this kind of
stimulation after the night's foreplay.  Soon I was adding my load
to those already in her ass.

     She continued her bucking for a few seconds more with even
greater desperation.  Then, at the height of her climax, uttered a
muffled cry and subsided.  I don't think she even woke up until
morning.  I tucked the picture in a book and went to sleep.

     I woke up before her the next morning, but stayed in bed
anyway.  When she woke up, she was in a panic while I feigned
sleep.  She quickly got up and headed to the bathroom.  I heard the
shower running as she tried to wash off the evidence of the night
before.  I was up by the time she got out and headed for the shower
myself.  When I got back, she had stripped the bed and sprayed at
least half a can of air freshener in the room.  We spent a few
moments in conversation with her trying to see if I had noticed
anything amiss the night before.  I assured her that she could have
been entertaining the whole Zulu tribe on our bed and I had been so
dead on my feet that I wouldn't have noticed it.  This caused her
a moments pause, but she decided it was merely coincidence as we
had just watched the movie Zulu on TV the previous week.

     I started spending more nights at home.  Jan and I spent some
very nice times in bed during this time.  I noticed bruises where
there shouldn't normally be bruises.  Her cunt was puffy and her
asshole raw for a few days after her gangbang.  I continued to get
a major boner just thinking about her putting out to that group of
men and I couldn't pass that motel or another of that chain without
thinking about her.

     Some nights that I was home, Jan would get nervous and
irritable early in the evening.  She would jump whenever the phone
or the doorbell rang.  I realized she was afraid that a call from
one of her lovers would tip me off to the games she had been
playing.  I, on the other hand, was keeping Butch informed of when
I would be going out of town.  That way, every few weeks, he was
able to schedule another gangshag for her.  I didn't try to attend
as I did not want to let the other men in on the fact that I knew
what was going on.  I was waiting for the football team party.  I
would go on the trips and use the first opportunity when I got back
to view the evidence of the action on Jan's body.  Sometimes she
had more evidence of the sexual pounding she took than others.

     Butch kept me informed of the proceedings when I was out of
town.  It was one of the conditions of my cooperation.  Sometimes
he even had pictures for me.  One taken at the largest of these
events showed a Jan standing naked between fifteen black men and
looking very small.  Another showed her in action with one black
dick each in her mouth, cunt and asshole.

     One evening, I got a call from Butch.  He told me that the
team had won the state championship in their class and could I
arrange to be "out of town" that weekend.  I told Jan that night
that I would have to be out of town that weekend.

     The week drug by waiting for Saturday night.  Saturday
morning, I "left" on my trip.  Instead of going any place, I went
to a friend of Butch's place to meet Butch.  I looked over the
squalid house and checked for the best vantage points for my
camera.  Butch's friend, Greg, arrived.  Butch introduced me as a
photographer friend of his who was going to record the event on
film.  We discussed the evening's festivities.  Always the planner,
I set out a schedule of the events.  When she would arrive.  When
I would bring the beer by and other things like that.  We agreed
that I could use the garage.  Greg gave me the key to the garage.

     I then went to get several rolls of film for my Nikon and
spare battery pack for my strobe.  I picked up the beer and a
couple of ice chests to ice it down in.  I also picked up some K-Y
jelly to make anal sex easier (and more likely).

     I got back to Greg's place about 6:30 PM as it was starting to
get dark.  I pulled my car into the garage and began unloading what
I had brought.  I set the beer and coolers on the kitchen table and
the K-Y on the nightstand by Greg's bed.  From the disreputable
appearance of the place, I was afraid that Jan wouldn't go through 
with it.

     I was moving some of the clutter out of the way in the front
room to give me a better vantage point when I heard a car drive up. 
I glanced out the window and saw Butch and Jan getting out of his
car.  I headed for the garage to hide until Jan was safely
blindfolded.

     I heard Jan and Butch talking in the kitchen.  Butch was
priming her pump with a few beers to help things along.  I heard
him suggest that she go and get ready.  I waited until I heard his
tap on the door to the garage.  Since it was clear for me to come
out, I started setting up my photo equipment in the living room.

     Greg got home from work and had a beer.  We sat around waiting
for the boys to arrive.  We didn't have long to wait.  The boys
started arriving right on time.  They were a little surprised to
see a white man there, but Butch vouched for me.  I had never been
up to her school, so none of the kids knew me.  When most of them
had arrived, Butch went back to get Jan.

     He led her bare and blindfolded out of the bedroom.  The
reaction from the kids was immediate.  They were whistling and
pounding the floor to show there approval.  I started taking
pictures as she was led into the room by the black coach.  Greg
pulled out a Polaroid camera and started taking pictures too.  I
noticed a few of the boys also had Polaroids they started using. 
He grabbed her elbows and held her arms behind her to emphasize her
tits.  He was like a showman in the way he made her expose first
one part and them another of her body to the crowd.  The boys were
eating it up.  I had shot a whole roll of film before he led her
over to a table.  He had her get up on it on all fours.  I managed
to get reloaded to catch the image of Butch fucking her from behind
while Greg fed her is dick.

     When this scene was over, Butch took her into the bedroom.  I
followed bringing my equipment with me.  I quickly sat up in the
bedroom as the first of the boys started getting undressed.  For
the next hours, there were never less than two boys plugging their
dicks into one of Jan's orifices.  At first the group had remained
out in the hall awaiting their turn, but as the evening wore on,
they remained in the bedroom to watch their friends fuck this white
woman.

     I watched black stud after black stud mount her and penetrate
all of her holes.  As I studied the contrast of her white skin
being pierced by these black dicks, I couldn't help but think what
those crackers in her hometown would say if they saw her like this. 
I had heard of women who were caught, in their words, "niggering"
being publicly beaten by the hooded southern gentry and driven out
of town.  Those things had happened less than twenty years before
the spectacle I was witnessing.  That was what Jan was raised with. 
For her to take on these battalions of blacks expressed a desire on
her part to feel degraded by them.  It was her latest expression of
her submissive streak.

     As the festivities were winding down, I was encouraged to take
a place in the line.  When my time arrived, I handed Greg my camera
and asked them to get some shots while I was in her.  Jan was
barely conscious laying on top of one boy who was in her pussy
while another was fucking her ass.  I dropped my pants.  At eight
inches, I didn't have to feel self-conscious in this crowd.  I
pulled her head up and jammed my already hard dick in her mouth. 
She wasn't able to do a very good job of sucking me by this time so
I proceeded fuck her mouth, while holding her head tight.  With her
blindfold on, she had no idea that it was her own husband who was
giving her this rough treatment.  The sounds she made and the
actions of her body were familiar to me.  I knew that she was
getting off almost continuously on the proceedings.  I too got off
and much faster than I had wanted to from all of the stimulation I
had received from watching.

     As I moved back from her mouth, I watched the cum trailing off
my dick and some running down her cheek to join the mass of jizm
that was already matting in her hair.  A wicked idea struck me as
I took my camera back from Greg.  I stepped over to the closet and
pulled out her clothes including her coat.  It was a dirty trick
but I wanted to see how she would get home naked.  I moved her
clothes out to the garage.  When I got back, the last of the boys
was finishing up in her mouth.  One by one they had already left
except for two or three.  I motioned for Butch to follow me out to
the hall.

     "Anything wrong?" he asked with concern.

     "No, everything is fine, I just think it's time for me to
leave," I said.  "Don't plan any of these for the next couple of
weeks though.  I have other things in mind that will occupy her
time, but after that she may want them more frequently."

     "That sounds good," he said.

     "Are you going to be able to get her back to her car?"

     "Oh yeah, she'll be awake enough to drive in a little bit," he
said.

     I slipped out to my car and drove down the block.  Always the
watcher, I waited to see her leave without her clothes.  I was
still getting a rush from her naked Coke run at the motel a few
months ago.  Butch had told me later that he had done that for my
benefit as he knew I was watching from my car.

     Sometime later I saw them emerge from Greg's house.  Evidently
Greg had loaned her a shirt to get home.  As it was, it barely
covered the necessary parts.  Most of her ass cheeks were hanging
out as she made her way to the car.  Butch put down newspapers to
protect his seatcovers while making her stand there shivering in
only the thin shirt.

     I decided not to try to follow them and headed for the motel
where I was staying to keep up the pretense that I was out of town. 
It was 3 AM before I got in bed.  Even as late as it was, I
couldn't sleep.  My mind kept taking me back to what I had seen
that evening.  I tried to count in my head how many times the boys
had fucked her openings or how many quarts of semen were shot in
her mouth, cunt or up her ass.  The sun was coming up before I
finally got to sleep.

     I knew this was going to be the last of her secret affairs. 
I had to tell her what I knew.  I had to tell her in such a way
that allowed her to continue with my full knowledge.  I had to do
this because Dave Miller was coming through town next weekend and
I had invited him to stay with us while he was in town.  We didn't
have a guest room.

     Dave had fucked her several times before when they were both
students.  Dave said he didn't think she even knew his name though. 
His was just one of the nameless dicks that got stuffed into her at
those parties where she was the main attraction.

     When I got home, later that morning, Jan was very upset and
crying.  I tried to clam her down, but it was some minutes before
she could tell me the problem.  Finally she was able to talk.

     "I'm so sorry, so sorry, I don't know what comes over me," she
said.  "I love you so much, but I just can't control the need for
men, lots of men.  Can you forgive me?"

     "I think we need to sit down and have a talk," I said in as
calm and reassuring voice as I could summons.  "I know all about
your needs.  I've known about them since before we were married." 
She looked at me incredulously.  

     "How could you have known?" she asked with a quiver in her
voice.

     "I saw you dancing in a contest before we met at that
restaurant," I said, "and I had a friend, Dave Miller, at your
college that kept me up on the parties you attended."

     "Then you didn't mind that I was fucked by all of those men?"
she asked.

     "Mind?  I put Butch up to staging those parties of his," I
answered.

     "Why did you do that?  Are going to divorce me now because of
it?" she asked.

     "No, I knew of your needs and wanted to see them fulfilled in
a safe means," I said.  "I followed you that night that you went to
a bar to be picked up by the four black men.  I was afraid that you
might get hurt badly if you kept that up."

     "I don't know what to say," she said.

     "You don't have to say anything, and there is nothing to
forgive" I said.

     "Where do we go from here?" she said after some moments
silence.

     "How about to bed," I suggested. "I'm very horny."

     We went into the bedroom.  She seemed reluctant to undress, so
I moved behind her and gave her a hug.  She turned her head to say
something and I pulled her lips to mine.  I kissed her deeply while
holding her tightly.  Slowly I began to unbutton her blouse and
then her skirt which dropped to the floor.  We broke the kiss and
I slipped off her blouse.  It was then I saw the reason for her
reluctance.  She had several bruises on her boobs that suggested
recent rough handling.

     "I was there when you got these,"  I said.  "Don't feel you
have to hide anything from me.  Remember, I helped set it up.  I
was there.  I took part and pictures."

     "I thought I heard your camera," she said.  "You say you took
part?  When?"

     "Mine was the next to the last cock you sucked.  I squeezed
your tits so some of those bruises are mine and such sexy bruises
at that," I said cupping her tits to kiss them.

     We got in bed and fucked like weasels.  I added a few bruises
to those she already had.  Afterwards, we lay in each others arms
and talked about our fantasies.  I told her I didn't mind her
fucking other men, in fact it turned me on immensely.  My only
requirement was I wanted to be a part of it.  If I couldn't
physically be there for whatever reason, I wanted to hear from her
what happened and how she felt, preferably, in writing.  She
agreed.

     That week, I was home every night.  We would go to bed as soon
as our daughter was asleep.  We spent hours caressing, kissing and
liking each other before making mad, passionate love.  We
understood each other better then, then at any other time in our
marriage.  Friday night, Dave showed up.

     We dropped Cari off at my parents house Friday night.  When we
got back home, Jan took a shower and changed into on of her
favorite nightgowns.  It was a white babydoll that left little or
nothing to the imagination.  She didn't remember which one of the
guys Dave was, but wanted to meet him at the door with only the
nightgown on.

     At about 8:30PM, we heard a car drive up.  Jan could barely
sit still.  She was like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck. 
Finally, the door bell rang and she was up like a shot.  She almost
ran to the door.  Dave was a little taken aback to see Jan dressed
as she was.  She threw her arms around him and gave him a
passionate kiss in the doorway.  If he hadn't had both hands full
with his bags, I'm sure he would have returned the hug as
passionately.

     When they finally broke the lip lock, Jan said, "I remember
you now."  I cracked up.

     Dave and I shook hands while Jan clung to him.  She eventually
let him sit down on the couch beside her.  She was beaming.  She
was going to have another man without having to feel guilty or
worrying about being discovered.

     We started talking about old times and soon the talk, of
course, turned to sex.  While Dave was talking about Jan's tits, he
reached over and tweaked one of her nipples.  She only giggled, but
I nearly shot off in my pants to see another man so openly fondle
my wife's tits in front of me.  I knew that this was going to be a
night to remember.

     We went into the bedroom and stripped what little Jan had on
off of her.  I lay down on the bed thinking that we were going to
get in it first.  Instead, Dave dropped his pants and bent Jan over
in the middle of the room with her head just a few inches away from
mine.  I could see the excitement in her eyes and the silent
thanks.  After he had gotten a good rhythm going, Dave evidently
decided Jan wasn't doing enough so he grabbed her by the hair and
pushed her head down on my dick.  He moved her head up and down
until she got the idea of what he wanted her to do.  She loved
being "forced" into things.

     "You know, I was at one party where this slut of a wife of
your's wanted to leave because there weren't enough guys," Dave
said pushing Jan back on my dick as she started to defend herself
against his libels.  "Nobody asked you, just keep sucking that
dick.  We had to run to the Beta house next door to recruit some
more boys for her.  All that was left in their house that night
were pledges.  Most of them got their first piece of ass that night
in this very cunt."

     That's what I liked about Dave, he always was a crude bastard. 
Can you believe he was standing there with his prick up my wife's
pussy talking about the number of boys she initiated into manhood
with her cunt.  I did the only thing I could.  I shot off in her
mouth.  It was only as Dave was noisily cuming in her that I
realized that she hadn't used any protection and he didn't have a
rubber on.

     Dave spent the weekend with us..  We slept with Jan between us. 
The three of us were only out of bed for food and other
necessities.  Dave continued to tell stories of her activities on
campus; activities that she thought I hadn't known about, while she
blushingly tried to minimize her behavior.  I loved every minute of
it.  Dave didn't have to leave until Monday afternoon so Jan called
in sick to her school.  I had to work, but it allowed Jan and Dave
some time to catch up on old times and for her to say goodbye in
her own way.

     When I got home, Jan was still in bed waiting for me.  We were
deliriously happy.  Every night that week, we couldn't get enough
of each other until Friday.  When I got home that night, Jan looked
as though she had been crying.  She had missed her period.  It was
in fact the second one she had missed.  After John and Butch had
started fucking her, she had gone on the pill, supplemented at
first with the foam that we had used.  She thought the first missed
period was because of starting the pill only a couple of months
before, but she was starting to feel sick in the mornings now too.

     We did a little rapid figuring and decided that she must have
gotten knocked-up during one of those gangbangs when she and I
weren't making it very often.  Since she and I used the foam when
ever we fucked, it made me the least likely candidate to be the
biological father.  Other than the blacks, she had slept with one
Indian.  The odds were heavy that the baby would be black.  I felt
such a mixture of emotions at that moment of realization.  The
first was the expected, what will our friends and families say?  At
the same time, I got such a sexual charge out of it.  The thought
of having such a cheap slut for a wife.  She was going to have a
black baby and not even know who the father was.

     What did she want to do?  I assured her that I would stand by
her no matter what she decided.  Her religion prohibited her from
having an abortion.  That left only her having the baby and our
raising it as our own despite the questions that were sure to be
asked.

     As the year turned to spring, Jan began to show her condition. 
She became the butt of many of the jokes around her school.  Butch
was even openly bragging that he had gotten her in the family way. 
Two things happened to change our lives in late April.  One was my
getting a job offer from a company in another town not too far away
and the other was that Jan miscarried.  She came home early one
Thursday from school complaining of severe cramps.  By that
evening, we had her in the hospital.  She lost the baby the next
day.  We told our parents but no one else.  

     She was back at school on Monday, but with a pillow under her
maternity dress.  She wanted them to go on thinking that she was
going to still have a black baby over the summer.  She said the
black principal looked relieved when she didn't sign her contract
for the next year.  He probably feared an open scandal if she had
a black baby.

     We found a place in the town of my new job.  I moved into the
place and my new job before the school year ended which sparked
rumors that we had split up.  I came back to help her pack when
school was out and we got quickly established in our new
surroundings.

     The loss of the baby had two effects on Jan.  the first was it
cooled her ardor for a time and it left her permanently sterile. 
It was some time before we resumed our games with other people. 
Resume them we did, but that's another story.


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