The following tale is a little different from most of our previous works. Plus, there's more sex than usual. Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. In other words, we repeat - this is all fiction.

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As the Girl Turns

I once heard that if you need to know whether what you're doing is considered cheating, then ask yourself the question, "Would I do this in front of my husband?"

Which implies that I'm not cheating. I'm on my hands and knees in this hotel room, sucking a strange man's cock. It's not 'cheating' because my husband Jake is behind me, pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, all the while as he encourages me, "Suck it, Jane. Suck that cock; make Peter cum!"

Just because it isn't 'cheating' doesn't make me feel any less like a cheap slut.

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I met Jake a few years out of high school while we were both attending the local community college. It was a year after Kenny, my first boyfriend, the boy who took my virginity and the only man I ever slept with, dumped me. (We used to call it 'sleeping together' in polite society.) Kenny left to attend university and wrote an awful 'Dear Jane' letter just before his Thanksgiving break. I spent twelve months crushed by the dumping. I probably would have recovered sooner; but Kenny brought his new college girlfriend to one of the summer parties in our hometown. This was seven months after receiving the letter and I'd been hoping to reconnect during his summer break. Just seeing Kenny with his arm around her set me back another half year.

My girlfriend, Kassie, talked me into going to a Halloween party with her. Kassie and I ended up on opposite ends of the room and Jake came over to talk to me.

"Thought you'd never leave her side; figured you two were attached at the hip. Can I get you a drink?"

I looked up at this man and couldn't get over how damn blue his eyes were. He had a cute smile and a handsome face.

"I'm not drinking."

"Do you dance? Or is this some religious thing?" There were a lot of Dutch Christians in the area and many of their congregation didn't smoke, drink or dance; he might have figured I was one of them.

"I dance." I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the patio door to where couples were dancing.

As he held me, I explained. "I don't drink because I'm only nineteen and I have to drive home. A DWI would mess up my insurance."

"You're a smart lady. Beautiful, too."

Jake and I spent the next two hours together; dancing and talking. He told me he was going to school on the GI bill after spending three years in the Coast Guard. He would graduate with his AA, studying industrial drafting. Kassie was ready to go about then; Jake and I exchanged numbers and he said he would call.

Kassie gave me the third degree on the drive to her home. Who is he? Was he nice? Would I be going out with him? The usual post-party Q&A. Kassie was excited. "I can't tell you how great it was to look across the room and see you with some guy. You moped around for almost a year because of that asshole Kenny. It's time to date again. You're too damn good looking to be without a man!"

Kassie was always telling me how beautiful I was; but I didn't feel beautiful. Sure, people always said I looked like a brunette version of Diane Lane; but, if I'm so beautiful, then why did Kenny dump me?

I guess you could say my self-esteem was pretty low at this point in my life. It shouldn't have been, because the truth of the matter is, probably nine out of ten girls would trade places with me in the looks department. But, until the evening I met Jake, I would have traded my looks with Doris Bean. Doris was the flat-chested, braces-wearing, geeky girl who had the most faithful, devoted boyfriend in our county.

Yes, meeting Jake Young would change my life. For the first year of our relationship, I was in heaven.

Jake called me the Monday night after the party and asked if I would be available for a real date that weekend. Not wanting to waste any time, I told him to pick me up on Friday night. Right on time Friday, Jake rang the doorbell. He came in and introduced himself to Mom and Dad. He told my dad where we'd be and agreed to have me home by midnight. (Sure, I was a college sophomore, but Dad said if I was living under his roof, I had to live by his rules -- and his rule was nothing good happened after midnight. I think Dad hoped his little girl was still a virgin.)

Jake took me to the movies, then we had a pizza at Tony's. We sat in the car in Tony's parking lot for a good half hour after leaving the restaurant. We talked the entire time; Jake leaned over and kissed me twice; it was nice because he didn't try to stick his tongue inside my mouth; just used his lips. He drove me home and he walked me to the door.

"A couple of my friends are going out to Smith Lake Sunday for a picnic. He even has a boat for water skiing. Would you like to go with me?"

"I'd love to. What time?"

"I'll pick you up at eleven."

With that he leaned over, gave me a quick kiss and walked to his car. I spent Saturday floating on air.

Sunday morning I was ready when Jake pulled into the drive. I gave Mom and Dad each a kiss goodbye and jumped into the passenger seat just as Jake was getting out of the car.

"I was going to open your door for you. You're not one of those women who think I guy shouldn't open doors; are you?"

I laughed (actually, it was more a high school giggle); Jake was such a gentleman. "Not at all, you can get it next time."

As we drove to the lake, Jake looked over at me more than once. "You look great. I can't wait to see you in your bathing suit." I was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt over my bikini. I hoped Jake would like the way I looked. We reached the lake and walked out onto the dock; Jake's friends were waiting for us. Jake introduced me to Dan and Gail Vanderhorst. Gail was a beautiful woman, at least five-seven in her bare feet and slim; Dan was six-four and looked like an athlete. Both Dan and Gail were very welcoming.

Jake untied the boat from the dock and Dan powered the boat, picking up speed and heading to the far side of the lake. As soon as we were underway; all three of them opened a can of beer; Jake offered me one, smiling, "You not driving, want one?"

I took the beer, planning to nurse it for as long as practical.

Five minutes later, Gail pulled the sundress she was wearing over her head. I had to do a double-take because at first, I thought she was naked. Gail was wearing the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen; there was just enough material to cover her nipples and vagina; when I saw the back, the strap to her thong disappeared between her tan ass cheeks. Both Dan and Jake had giant smiles as they looked her over; she does have a gorgeous body.

Gail looked over at me. "C'mon sweetie; don't let me be the only girl making it happen on this boat!"

I was very embarrassed when I saw the two guys turn their heads and wait expectantly for me to remove my shorts and tee. Normally, I would have gone down below to undress. At the same time, I was anxious to see Jake's reaction to my bikini; Kenny never failed to get a hard-on whenever I wore it. I dropped my shorts and lifted the tee over my head before looking over at Jake.

He did his best to hide it; but I could tell he was disappointed. At first, I thought he was disappointed with my body; in all honesty, it was every bit as sexy as Gail's, so it couldn't have been that. That meant it was my suit, the sexiest bikini I owned, that didn't live up to his expectations. I guess when you compared it to Gail's, it did look almost 'granny' in comparison. The cups completely encased my c-cup breasts and both cheeks of my ass were 100% covered.

Well, it's the only suit I brought; so, what's a girl to do? I just decided to make the best of the afternoon. It turned out Jake did, too. For the rest of the afternoon, he did his best to make me feel sexy and attractive. I did have two more beers during the afternoon; never enough to lose my sobriety. We swam and skied, we laughed, and we spent a little time kissing. It was a great day.

Jake and I continued to date at least two or three times a week and at least one full day every weekend. We were going a little further each week in terms of our intimacy. By week two Jake had felt my bare breasts and made me cum with his fingers. I had used my hand to get Jake to cum. A few things surprised me: First, it took Jake much longer to cum than Kenny; Kenny always seemed to shoot off within a minute or two, whether I was using my hand or if he was inside me. Second, Jake's penis, when I got it hard, felt much larger than Kenny; my fingertips barely touched with my hand wrapped around it. The head was larger than the shaft, almost like a mushroom; to tell the truth, this kind of frightened me when I thought about us going all the way.

It turns out I was worried about nothing. It was four weeks after we started dating and we were at Jake's apartment.

Jake started out slow; we were on his sofa in the living room; he used his fingers to get me wet and tingly; I had a small orgasm, then Jake removed my clothes. When I was completely naked, the first time I was naked with him, he started to remove his shirt and pants. Of course, I had already seen his upper body on the boat; but now I saw him all. Jake has a great body; he told me he was a middle-weight wrestler all through high school and continued to work out to keep in shape. Jake picked me up off the sofa and carried me to the bedroom.

I was on my back with my legs spread, looking into Jake's eyes as he hovered over me, his eyes sweeping across my nude body; his smile made me feel pretty. Jake kissed me; his tongue playing with mine. I could feel his hard penis resting against the lips of my vagina; moving back and forth. Jake's lips left mine and he leaned down to kiss my nipples; it was as if an electric current went through my body from my nipples to my clitoris, into Jake's penis and up his body to his mouth. Now he was biting my nipples lightly, sending more waves through me until I thought I might have a second orgasm. Jake suddenly stopped biting my nipples and his penis left my vagina as he leaned back sitting on his heels.

Although I was wet from my first orgasm and the subsequent teasing, Jake must have realized I would need more lubrication for our first time. Jake put his hand under my mouth. "Spit."

I looked at Jake; not understanding his demand. "Spit in my hand; we'll need it for me to go inside you."

Not wanting to delay, I did as he requested; I spit into his hand. Jake added some spit of his own and I watched as he spread both our saliva over the head of his penis. He leaned back over me and I watched his hand guide his hard penis to the lips of my vagina. Jake was smart to make certain we were well lubricated because it didn't hurt at all as it entered me; it just felt wonderful.

I never realized how many nerve endings were inside my vagina until that night. Every time the head raked through my vagina, it was as if little sparks were exploding. Within a minute or two after Jake entered me, I started to have my second orgasm.

"Your penis feels wonderful." I said when I was able to speak coherently after that orgasm. Jake was still fully embedded inside me; not moving much, just staring at me with that big grin of his which I was learning to love.

"Do me a favor, Jane; from now on, please call it a cock, not a penis. We're making love by fucking each other, not taking a science class here." Jake said this with a chuckle in his voice; I couldn't get angry at him for using words I typically avoided.

Before I could reply, Jake started to pump in and out, going faster than before. Every time he slammed into me, his pubic bone would crash into my clitoris. The feeling was incredible. He kept this up for a while, then stopped again. I was disappointed, thinking to myself, "had he cum?"

"Turn over; get on your hands and knees." I knew about 'doggy style' from some magazine Kassie had me read once; but I never tried it with Kenny. I turned over; probably blushing ten shades of red with the thought that Jake would see a part of me no one but my doctor had seen since I was in diapers.

"Beautiful!" Jake said this as both his hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass and spread them apart. "Outrageously beautiful!" Just then the tip of his cock touched my lips and he sank back inside me.

I knew about the infamous 'g-spot'; but never knew it existed until that moment. With Jake kneeing behind me, his hands squeezing my ass, his cock moving back and forth; filling, then emptying me over and over again; touching that special spot -- my hands grasping the sheets and my face burrowed into Jake's pillow -- I came like never before and some part of my brain registered that Jake was now squeezing harder than before and I could feel his cock pulse. He was cumming inside me; filling me with his sperm. It was magical!

It was true, we were 'fucking'; which was so different from the times I was with Kenny. Kenny and I never 'fucked', we made love. I don't want to sound like one of those bitches who belittles a former lover, but what I just shared with Jake was so much different from any of the few dozen times that Kenny and I did this. Maybe it was because Kenny was eighteen when we started to have sex and Jake was twenty-five; maybe it was the difference in what God gave each man to work with; no man gets to pick how big or small he's going to be down there. But, whatever the reason -- I just had the best sex of my life and I wanted to do it again.

So we did -- and it was just as good the second, then the third time. I barely made it home before my midnight curfew. Thank goodness, my parents were already in bed. As was our custom, I knocked gently on their bedroom door as I passed it in the hall and gave my usual, "home -- love you both" before going into my room.

The next day I went down to the clinic and they gave me a morning-after pill and a subscription for birth control pills. Jake would have to use condoms until the pills became effective; neither of us were ready to be parents.

The following weekend we were invited to spend another day on Dan and Gail's boat. I decided to surprise Jake this time.

Gail wore the same suit and the two guys reacted the same way when she pulled her cover-up off. I wore a sundress this day and peeled it over my head. OK -- it wasn't quite as risqué as Gail's, but it was pretty close. Every bit of my breasts above the nipples were exposed and the back side of the panties covered only half my ass cheeks. The front was so narrow that I had spent the previous afternoon trimming and shaving to avoid hairs from peeking out the sides. I literally felt naked.

Dan whistled and he got an elbow to his ribs from Gail. Jake's eyes got big and he came right over and gave me a great big hug; squeezing my ass cheeks during the hug. I was happy he acted so pleased; I was falling more in love with Jake.

Over the next several months, Jake and I had sex as often as possible. Jake continued to add new positions and things to our love-making; but I still didn't want to suck his cock. Although Jake would sometimes use his mouth on my pussy (another word Jake asked me to use, "it's a pussy, not a vagina"), and even though I had more than a few orgasms when he played with my clit using his tongue, I couldn't get myself to do anything more than kiss the head of his cock. Despite Jake's disappointment in my reservations, he asked me to marry him and I said 'yes'.

When I told Mom and Dad I was getting married to Jake, they didn't object. Mom asked a few questions regarding how much I knew and loved Jake; whether I understood that this was a lifetime commitment. I tried to calm Mom's misgivings, telling her how much Jake and I loved each other and how good he was to me. I was only twenty years old; but I knew Jake was the one. Mom and I planned for the wedding and everything seemed to be straight out of a fairy tale. The wedding was perfect; Kassie was my maid of honor; Dan was Jake's best man. Dad cried when we had our Father-Daughter dance. It was a perfect day. Jake and I honeymooned at the beach near Panama City on the Florida Panhandle. I continued to wear skimpier and skimpier bikinis, all at Jake's urging; and Jake rewarded me with his incredible love-making.

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Jake and I moved into a nice two-bedroom apartment half-way between both our workplaces. Married life was wonderful; we hardly ever fought; but we did have some disagreements from time to time.

One of our worse arguments occurred a little over a month after our honeymoon. It was after a Saturday night visiting with Dan and Gail. They had us over for a barbeque and we were enjoying a beautiful evening when Gail suggested we all get in their new hot tub.

I was a little bit tipsy, but not drunk. "I didn't bring a suit. Can I borrow one of yours, Gail?"

Dan answered for her. "We don't allow suits in our hot tub; house rules." And with that, Dan and Gail stripped off their clothes and jumped into the tub. Jake looked at me, "When in Rome, baby." and stripped out of his shorts and shirt. I was the only one left standing outside the tub.

"C'mon baby; we're all friends here." Jake laughed as he said this.

It was time to make a decision; I wasn't wearing a bra and my panties were a tiny see-through thong. I really didn't want to get totally naked in front of Dan and Gail; friends or no friends; but maybe I could get away with wearing just my panties. I stripped off my shirt and shorts and jumped under the water as quickly as I could; the bubbles in the tub hiding my bare breasts.

Dan had watched me with wide open eyes. "What about those panties; they have to go, too."

"Not going to happen, Dan. You'll just have to bend the rules tonight."

Then Jake started in on me. "Honey, I don't think it's fair that you're the only one wearing clothes. C'mon, take off those panties."

"Jake, you really consider what I have on, clothes? I have my breasts bare in front of another couple for the first time in my life. Please let it go."

While Jake and I continued to have this little tiff; Jake trying to get me to "loosen up and quit being such a prude"; my peripheral vision caught Gail shifting toward Dan. It appeared Gail was on Dan's lap and she was slowly moving up and down. Jake must have noticed it, too because he stopped whatever he was saying and stared at his two friends.

"Damn, that's so hot!"

Dan heard Jake's comment and gave us a big smile. Then Dan lifted Gail off his lap and sat up on the rim of the tub; his hard cock was pointed straight up. Dan was looking right in my eyes as he grabbed Gail's head with both hands and pulled her mouth to his cock. Gail didn't seem displeased by this at all; in fact, she swallowed the entire thing, right down to the base. Dan wasn't as large as Jake; but it was still something I couldn't imagine possible. Where did it all go?

"Jake; please take me home."

"What the fuck? What do you mean; take you home?"

"I think it's time to go home." I got out of the tub and put my shirt and shorts back on, even though I was still wet. I went into the house and walked straight toward the front door and out to our car. Three minutes later Jake walked out of the front door, got into the car and drove me home without saying a word. He continued to give me the silent treatment until we entered the apartment.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jake wasn't yelling, but his voice carried a venom that was unlike anything he ever used. "You're such a princess, you think you have something to hide? You can't show us that precious pussy of yours?"
"Jake, it's just something I only want to share with my husband."

"Get over yourself, Jane. They're my best friends and if I want to share my wife's pussy with my best friends, then you better get naked."

I started to cry.

"And another thing; did you see how Gail sucked Dan's cock? Did you see how happy that made Dan? I'm tired of not getting my cock sucked."

I was still crying, a little harder now, when Jake just up and walked out. He didn't even bother to close the door. The next thing I heard was Jake's car pulling out of the parking lot.

After closing the door, I cried some more and finally fell asleep on the sofa. It was eight the next morning; I was still dozing, trying to wake up, when Jake came back in.

"Where were you, Jake?"

"None of your damn business."

The rest of the week went by slowly; we hardly spoke to each other, although I tried to get Jake to warm up. I made his favorite meals and tried to get him to make love to me; but he refused. Finally, Saturday, we had a nice dinner and went to bed. I thought about trying to give Jake what he wanted, I thought about taking him in my mouth and sucking his cock; I just couldn't do it. I did make certain he came twice; both times in my pussy.

I woke up Sunday morning hoping things were back to normal. Instead Jake said he was going out for the day. He wouldn't tell me where or when he'd be home. I spent the day crying and wondering how I was going to fix our marriage. Why couldn't I give what Jake wanted?

It was five in the afternoon when I received a call from Kassie.

"Jane, what's with you and Jake? Are you two having troubles?"

I couldn't understand why Kassie would be asking me these questions; before I could answer, Kassie started talking again. "Jane, I'm sorry; but I'm sending you a video. Call me after you see it. I'm sorry." She ended the call.

My phone dinged with an incoming message a minute later; it was a video. I watched in horror as my husband sat in the front seat of his car; a woman was bent down over his lap. It didn't take a genius to see what was happening; Jake was getting sucked off by some blonde. Jake looked up at the camera, obviously seeing someone outside the window. Jake recognized the person with the camera, Kassie; he smiled and I could read his lips, "Hi Kassie." He grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her up off his cock; he said something to the woman; she looked up at the camera and again, I could read her lips, "Hi Jane." She went back down on Jake's cock.

Two minutes later my phone rang; it was Kassie calling me again. "Jane, I'm sorry. I'm at the Highside Tavern and saw Jake there. He was so wrapped up hitting on some blonde that he didn't see me. I followed them outside and you saw what was going on. Whether he fucked her or not -- I don't know; I left when I got the video of her sucking him off. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know Kassie; we've had some fights recently because Jake wants me to suck it and I've been reluctant. I have to think what I'm going to do. We've only been married five months. Please don't tell anyone; it would kill my folks if this got back to them. Give me time to think, please."

"OK Jane, remember, if you need anything, I'm your friend. Call me tomorrow, OK?"

"I'll call."

Any person with an ounce of pride and an iota of sanity would have cut their losses then and there. If I was that person, I would have packed a bag, left my wedding ring on the counter and driven away. But; I did love Jake, everything about Jake except how he was pushing my boundaries and now cheating on me. And pride works both ways; how much pride would I lose by divorcing Jake after less than a year? What does that say about my ability to hold a man? (Remember, it took me a year to get over Kenny dumping me.) One last thing -- my folks had paid nearly twenty-thousand dollars for my wedding; how could I look them in the eyes and say, "Sorry; it was a mistake"?

I stayed up; hoping Jake would make it home that night; I tried my best not to cry while waiting for the front door to open. When it did, just after ten, Jake walked in by himself. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath from the time I heard his car pull up outside; I feared he'd walk in with his bimbo.

The first words out of his mouth were, "I didn't fuck her."

I must have looked startled; I probably had my mouth open, wondering what to say.

"I didn't fuck her." He repeated it, "I only let her suck my cock. She even swallowed; but I didn't fuck her; hell, I didn't even kiss the slut. I wouldn't need some slut sucking me off if you learned to do it. Hell; you're probably the only woman in the world who won't suck off her husband. What's with that?"

Lord help me for what I did when Jake said that to me.

"I'm sorry, Jake."

You read that right; I apologized to my husband. And to make certain Jake knew how sorry I was for forcing him to pick up a woman in a bar to get sucked off; I got down on my knees in front of Jake as he sat down in his reclining chair, pulled his pants down, and gave the first blow job of my life. I sucked on his cock until he came in my mouth. Following his instructions, I swallowed it.

Jake kissed my forehead and took me to bed. I fell asleep with my head on his chest and Jake's arm wrapped around me.

That was the beginning; the beginning of Jake's total control over my sexuality and the end of any self-respect I had for myself.

I should have confided in anyone who had my best interests at heart: Kassie, my parents, even the minister from my old church (I hadn't been to a service, except for Christmas services, since I graduated from high school).

But, I didn't. Whenever Kassie asked, I would tell her Jake and I worked it out and how well we were doing now. When my folks asked how things were, I would tell them I was happier than any time since I was a little girl. I don't know if they truly believed me; but people believe what they want to believe, and my folks wanted to believe I was safe and happy.

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Two weeks after that Saturday night, we were back at Dan and Gail's house. I was nervous and drank more than I normally do; I was trying to use the alcohol for fool's courage because I thought I knew what was going to happen. Turns out I only knew half of it.

This time, when everyone stripped out of their clothes and hopped in the tub, I didn't hesitate. Off came my clothes and into the tub. I let the jets swirl around my body; doing my best to relax. Jake began kissing my neck and running his fingers up and down my thighs. Since the bubbles hid his hands, I didn't stop him. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of Jake's caress.

"I'll get everyone another drink." Dan's voice brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes as Dan rose out of the water and walked across the patio to the outdoor wet bar; he didn't bother to cover up; just stood there, buck naked, mixing our drinks. While Dan was busy with the drinks, Jake lifted me out of the water and sat me down on the rim. I was no longer hidden by the bubbles; every private part of my body was now exposed to our hosts. My pussy was only partially blocked as Jake sat in front of and facing away from me with the back of his head between my thighs.

Dan brought our drinks. He didn't get back into the water, instead he sat on the opposite rim. Gail took a drink from her cup, then turned to face Dan; she started to bob her head in his lap. I took another gulp of my drink and within a minute I felt a warmth flow through my body. Jake turned, spread my legs wider and started to lick my pussy.

I couldn't see; but there was no doubt Gail was sucking Dan. I tried not to stare and every time I looked up at Dan, he was smiling back at me as if through a fog. By now Jake was nibbling on my clit and it was making me horny as hell. I wanted to cum; but also wanted to please Jake in front of his friends.

I asked Jake, "Do you want me to do that for you, Jake? Do you want me to suck your cock?"

Jake surprised me with his answer. "No, baby; not now. Right now I want you to do something else for me." Jake stood up and sat next to me. He leaned down and bit my right nipple while gently twisting my left nipple with his left arm wrapped around my back. Dan got up and crossed the tub, his cock was sticking straight out in front of him. I tried to close my legs; but Dan already had his hands on my knees, preventing me from closing my legs before his torso was between them. Jake had his right hand down on my pussy, massaging my clit while one of his fingers moved between the lips and entered me.

Jake whispered in my ear. "It's OK, baby; do this for me, for all of us." Jake's finger was displaced by Dan's cock, he gripped my hips and shoved his cock all the way in. Luckily, he wasn't as big as Jake and it didn't hurt. Dan was staring at me.

"Since that first day on the boat. Even with you wearing that stupid bathing suit; I wanted this."

Dan pumped his hips and within two minutes, he was cumming. It was like fucking Kenny all over again. How did Gail put up with this shit? (I found out later how -- Gail and Dan had an open marriage and Gail fucked more than her share of studs; including my husband.)

Dan never got soft and after a few moments to recover his breath, he began pumping in and out of me a second time. Gail came over to our side of the tub, took Jake's cock and played with it before going down on it. Dan pumped a second load of his sperm into my pussy and Jake came in Gail's mouth. Before the night was over, Jake and I watched Dan and Gail fuck; then they watched Jake take me from behind.

We left their house at two in the morning. Jake opened my car door for me before leaning over and giving me a great big kiss. "I love you, baby!" I was in heaven; but maybe I was a little bit drunk, too.

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The next month would be my twenty-first birthday; Jake and I were in bed, it was a week after our night with the Vanderhorst's, we were recovering from an outrageous session of sex (just the two of us). "Baby, I'm taking you to Vegas for your birthday."

"Can we afford it?"

"Yea; we haven't been on any trips since our honeymoon and I've been putting a little bit away each week just to surprise you with this. We even have enough to buy you a couple nice outfits for this. Tomorrow, I'm taking you shopping."

Jake and I went to the mall; he bought me a revealing LBD and a similar dress in red, plus matching five-inch heels. Neither dress could be worn with a bra and they were so tight I'd have to wear a thong so there wouldn't be any lines. Before we left the mall, Jake insisted on buying a tiny bikini. "You're going to be the sexiest lady on the Strip."

Jake asked me to wear the red dress the first night in Vegas. I almost chickened out, the hem barely covered my ass cheeks, the top barely covered my nipples; I didn't know how I would sit without showing my panties or lean over without showing my breasts. I looked at Jake, he was staring at me. I asked him, "Are you sure about this?"

"Like I said, baby; you're going to be the sexiest woman on the Strip."

When we walked into the first lounge to have a drink before dinner, I could feel people staring. Jake helped me up on a bar stool as I did my best to get on the seat without flashing the table of men nearby. Two of them were doing their best to look up my legs; one pretended to drop something from their table, leaned over to pick it up, all the time staring at my crotch. Jake caught the guy out of the corner of his eyes.

"Spread your legs, baby; give the guy a glance."

"No Jake, I'm not going to flash some stranger." I waited for Jake's reaction to my refusal; but he surprised me.

"That's OK, baby. I was just joking."

I don't know why; but when Jake reacted good-naturally to my refusal, I decided to give him a thrill; I spread my legs a few inches for a couple seconds. Jake saw me do it; he pulled me to him and gave me a wonderful kiss. "Jane -- I love you."

We ignored the table of men while we drank our cocktails. We just finished our drinks when the bartender brought us a second round. "Courtesy of those gentlemen." the bartender pointed to the table.

We turned with the drinks in our hands and toasted the men. "Thanks guys." Jake raised his glass.

"Our pleasure. Enjoy."

Jake leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Let's thank these guys properly. Go to the restroom and remove your thong. Come back and give them a quick flash."

"Jake, that's just teasing them; I couldn't do that."

Jake made me laugh when he said. "Well, I'd flash them; but I don't think it'd be the same."

Halfway through my second drink, I was feeling a little flirty. Without saying a word to Jake, I got off the stool and walked into the restroom. I was walking back to the bar, my eyes focused on Jake as I walked with a little extra hip movement. Jake had a look on his face that was easy to read without him actually asking, "Did you really do it?"

Jake held out his hand to help me back on the stool, I slipped the tiny thong into his hand and sat back down. All four pairs of eyes from the table looked when I sat down; they weren't even pretending to be discreet. I opened my legs; just a few inches and only for two seconds. "Oh -- fuck me!" it came from the guy who previously dropped something on the floor.

"C'mon baby, drink up; it's time for dinner; our reservations are for eight." Jake finished his drink and handed me mine. I took the last sip and got off the stool without flashing again. As we walked past their table, Jake thanked them again and threw my panties onto their table. "g'night."

Dinner was fantastic; we split a bottle of wine during our meal. The service was the best; Jake said it was because of my dress and how I'm so beautiful. I didn't flash anyone in the restaurant and Jake didn't ask me to.

While we were eating, Jake told me about a story he read recently. The married couple in the story would go into a lounge separately and the wife would see if any of the men would try to pick her up while the husband sits nearby watching the attempted pick up. Before long, the husband calls his wife on her cell and they fake some emergency, the wife takes off to attend to the 'emergency', leaving the guy behind.

"Want to try it tonight? It might be fun." Jake said this while giving me his best 'oh, please' look.

"I don't have to do anything but flirt? No kissing or touching? And I don't give him my name?"

"You can give him a phony name. Call yourself 'Gail'; that should be easy to remember."

I may have been a little drunk by now; but I figured this one out. "I'm guessing this isn't just a story you've read; I'm guessing Dan and Gail have done this."

"See, that's one of the many things I like about you; you're so damn smart. Yes, Dan and Gail told me that they've done it and they usually have their best sex after getting back to their room."

I laughed, "Their best sex. From what I've witnessed, that must be some sex!"

Jake laughed at my statement, "So, want to give it a try?"

"Only if you promise to save me. I don't want to find myself alone with some stranger."

"I promise."

And that's the first time we played 'The Pick-up Game'.

Our first attempt at the game turned out to be very innocent. I walked into one of the casino lounges; within five minutes, one of the men at the bar came over to introduce himself as 'Charlie' and asked if he could buy my cocktail. He was a handsome man and turned out to be a gentleman. Not pushy, just friendly. We talked about where we were from and why we were in town. He was attending a convention; I made up a story about needing some time away from my job.

Something about the situation made me decide to push a little harder. I think it was to see how jealous Jake would get; and I felt comfortable doing this with a guy who was being a gentleman. I smiled a little more than normal; I touched Charlie's hand from time to time; when his hand touched my thigh just above my knee, I let him keep it there, but made certain it didn't go any higher by putting my hand on his.

We were definitely flirting, I kept waiting for my phone to buzz; waiting for Jake to end this game.

My phone didn't ring; but Charlie's did. He looked at the read-out, "Excuse me Gail; this is my fiancée."

He turned and had a quiet conversation for a minute; then ended his call.

"I'm going to head up to my room and call her back. It's been a real pleasure talking with such a beautiful and bright woman." Charlie paid our tab, kissed me on the cheek and headed out of the lounge with a great big smile on his face.

It took me a half-minute to register; 'Charlie' and his fiancée were playing their version of 'The Game'. I was still laughing when I felt Jake's hand on my shoulder. "What the hell just happened?"

I told Jake my suspicions and he found it hard to believe, "What are the odds? Well, it was hot anyway; let's go back to our room; I can hardly keep my hard-on from poking through my pants. Damn, that was hot!"

Jake and I did have great sex that night. And the next morning, as well. We made our way down to the pool to get some sun and I received another surprise. It was a pool where women could sunbathe topless!

Some of these women looked as if they had bowling balls on their chests. I asked Jake, "Do guys really get off on double-D breasts on a skinny chick?"

Jake stopped staring at two of the fore-mentioned specimens long enough to answer me, "Some guys do; but baby, yours are perfect. Are you going to let the world see those puppies?"

"Really Jake? It's one thing to flash them at your friends; it's another in front of all these strangers." I removed my cover-up exposing my skimpy bikini, "besides, a little mystery is a good thing."

We settled on a couple of comfortable sunbeds and ordered drinks.

Something about our 'Game' last night needed airing. "OK Jake, how far were you going to let it go last night? I thought my phone would be buzzing when Charlie started feeling my leg."

"I told you last night; it was hot. My cock was like iron in my pants."

Jake's reply was exactly what I thought. "Tell me, how far do Dan and Gail take their version of this game?"

Jake looked embarrassed. "A few times Gail went all the way with it."

"Well, I'm not sleeping with some strange guy, Jake." (I still had trouble using the f-word back then.)

"I'm not asking you to; let's just have fun with it, baby."

I turned over on the sunbed. "Do my back, please."

Jake squeezed the sun block on his hands, he began to rub the lotion from my shoulders and neck down to my waist, stopping to undo the tiny string of my top. He finished just as he reached my bottom, with a fresh squeeze from the bottle, he worked from my ankles up to my waist, spend a few delicious moments squeezing my ass cheeks. I felt very naughty laying there; even though my breasts were hidden underneath me, I felt almost completely naked with only two strings, one of which was half-buried in my crack, between me and the sun (and any passing eyes).

After a bit I was ready to turn around; I could see Jake was waiting, his eyes were behind his sunglasses, the smile on his face as I half-rose onto my elbows; but I fooled him by re-tying the top before getting up and turning over to my back. "Damn: he said, "you're beautiful."

We only lasted another twenty minutes before he dragged me back upstairs to make love again before lunch.

That evening we had dinner at a Japanese restaurant in Caesar's. I was wearing the black dress and Jake convinced me to forego the panties. "Why bother," I thought to myself, "he'll only talk me out of them." After dinner, we played the slots and video poker for a while, then headed to a nice cocktail lounge that had live jazz by a trio.
As we sat drinking our cocktails, Jake surprised me (yes, he could still surprise me with some of the things he said -- don't ask me how) by pointing out the bass player's hands. "You know what they say about men with big hands; look at his long fingers."

I didn't. "What?"

Jake took pleasure in informing his naïve wife, "A guy with large hands has a large cock."

"Jake, you're plenty big enough for me." But as I said this, I was looking at the way the bass player's long black fingers were stroking the strings of that stand up bass; thinking how good those fingers would feel playing with my sex. It made me wet and I wished I had worn panties that night. "Let's get out of here, Jake; take me to bed."

We practically flew out of the lounge, grabbed a cab and were all over each other on the way to our hotel. It didn't even occur to me until later that the cab driver probably saw my bare pussy, Jake and I were in a world of our own. We barely got the hotel door closed before my dress was on the floor, I was on the bed and Jake was eating my pussy. I came, Jake pulled his pants down to his knees and he was inside me. Jake must have been really wound up because he barely started pumping when he came like a rocket.

Jake stayed inside me, he still had his shirt and shoes on, his pants around his ankles, hovering over me and looking me in the eyes. "Oh fuck, Jane; that was almost too much! Feel my heart beating -- I'm going to have a heart attack." Jake was laughing as he said it; thank goodness, because I certainly didn't want him dying; we had a lot of living and loving ahead of us.

Jake stripped and got into bed with me. He picked up the remote, found the sex channel and I watched my first porn movie. The plot was stupid, something about a lost treasure; but the actors had great bodies (except half the women had those fake breasts). Jake played with my clit and I fiddled with his cock during the movie; teasing each other, neither of us came from the manual stimulation.

The second movie we watched had an interracial theme. Now I could see what Jake meant by a man with big hands having a giant cock. I seriously couldn't see how the petite blonde took the entire thing in her body. Jake sometimes hits my cervix and that can hurt, Jake is big, but not as big as the black porn star we were watching. I didn't have time to contemplate the answer because Jake picked me up, put me on my hands and knees facing the screen, and proceeded to take me from behind. Whenever my head bowed down, Jake would gently pull my hair until my eyes were back taking in the sex on the TV. "What'd you think, baby; think you want to try a giant cock? What about a black cock? Damn, that'd be hot watching you cum on a giant black cock."

I let Jake have his fun, but seriously, I had no desire to have anything that big inside me and I personally didn't care one way or another about the color of a person's skin. My parents raised me that way.

Both Jake and I came while he took me from behind. It was the perfect ending to another perfect day in Vegas. We fell asleep with our bodies held tight against each other. Tomorrow we'd be flying back home and back to reality.

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Except reality changed; what happened in Vegas did not stay in Vegas. We were having dinner with Dan and Gail, Jake told them about our fun at the bar with the stranger, then the wild sex while watching porn the second night. We were all drinking, all three of them laughed at how embarrassed I was as Jake told his tales.

"I have a movie you should see." said Dan. "Let's go into the den, you're going to love this."

Jake refilled our drinks; I knew I should slow down, but the alcohol was helping me get over my embarrassment. We sat in front of the giant screen and Dan started the movie. Once more the plot left a lot to be desired; this movie took place on a yacht. Some blonde ended up being the only woman on a cruise with her husband and two other men. Each scene was some ridiculous set of circumstances where the blonde would end up screwing one of the three men without the others, including her husband, knowing.

The fourth scene was where things got wicked. While the husband was passed out drunk, she ended up with the two other men. I watched as this blonde was on her hands and knees, one guy pounding behind her, the other getting his cock sucked off. The two men switched positions two times before both men came all over her.

As I watched, I felt strange, like that second night in the hot tub when I let Dan fuck me. I blamed that on the novelty of being naked together. Could this feeling of sexual euphoria tonight be the result of watching this woman with two men?

I continued to watch as Jake played with my breasts and rubbed my sex. I felt my blouse coming off; then my shorts and panties. Suddenly, another person was behind me kissing my neck. Four hands played with my body. When I opened my eyes, Gail was sitting in the chair opposite the sofa and she had her phone in her hand. Was she filming us? I looked back over her shoulder toward the screen. The blonde was now sitting astride one man on the bottom, the other was behind her, pumping his hips back and forth. What could they possibly be doing? Could both men be inside her pussy?

I found out later. But for now, Jake had me on my knees on the sofa; Dan was sitting against the sofa arm. Dan pulled my head toward his hard cock until my mouth was swallowing it. Jake entered me from behind. Something inside me wanted to give Dan as much pleasure as Jake was giving me; I lowered my mouth until my nose touched his pubic hairs. I tried not to gag, whenever I felt like gagging, I lifted my head until the feeling passed. Then went right back down all the way. Dan filled my mouth and Jake filled my pussy.

Gail came over to the sofa. "My turn." I watched her clean both cocks with her mouth until they were hard. She sat on Jake's lap until his cock disappeared. Dan walked up behind her and leaned forward; it was a re-enactment of that scene in the movie. I stared as Dan spread Gail's ass cheeks and spit on her butthole. He pressed his cock inside her ass! Gail moaned and I swear she came that instant. Jake began to move his hips, then Dan; Gail moaning the entire time and if possible, cumming continuously.

After both guys came inside Gail, we all took showers; Gail with Jake and Dan with me. Dan washed his cock off and got hard doing it. We ended up fucking before Jake and I went home.

Jake decided that 'The Game' was something we could do at home. Three weeks after our return from Vegas, Jake had me wear the black dress from that second night and we headed downtown. We had a nice, romantic dinner and Jake sprung it on me.

"Jane, we're going to play 'The Game' again tonight."

"Really Jake? Let's just go home and make love; this has been a perfect evening."

"C'mon, it will be fun. Remember how much fun we had in Vegas after we got back to our room?"

I tried another tactic to get him to change his mind. "What if someone we know sees us?"

"Quit worrying, baby. If I see anyone familiar; I'll figure a way to call it off. You just go in and look available; I walk in and scope the joint out; if anything goes wrong, or if there's anyone in the bar we know, I'll save you. Leave it to me."

We ended up at a nice upscale lounge inside the Hyatt. I walked in and sat at the bar. Within five minutes, a nice-looking guy bought me a drink and we were chatting. I saw Jake come in and sit at the other end of the bar where he could keep an eye on us.

I have to admit, the guy, Robert, was handsome and well built, he obviously worked out. He wasn't pushy, no inappropriate mauling as we sat and talked. I finished my first drink and was about to excuse myself to the ladies' room when I noticed Jake was standing next to me. Robert looked over at Jake, "What gives, buddy?"

"I noticed that you obviously find my wife attractive."

"Your wife; what the fuck?"

"Look, don't get excited and try to keep your voice down. You think my wife's attractive; I can see my wife is into you. If you have a room upstairs, maybe we can find an activity we three can mutually enjoy."

I was stunned by this development. "Jake, what are you talking about? We didn't talk about this!"

"Trust me, baby. This could be fun." He looked at Robert. "What do you say; are you up for a threesome with my wife?"

Robert looked back and forth between Jake and me. "Hell, yes!"

"Then let's go." Jake grabbed my elbow and pulled me off the barstool. He whispered in my ear. "This is going to be the hottest thing, yet. Trust me."

Lord help me, I did trust him.

Once we entered Robert's room, Jake sat in a chair and Robert started to kiss me while removing my dress. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, as soon as the dress slipped off my breasts, Robert moved his lips to my nipples; my nipples responded by growing an additional inch, sending pleasure waves down to my pussy. Robert's hands helped the dress over my hips, then two fingers of one hand slipped under my panties onto my clit while his other hand grasped my ass. Robert teased the clit until I was ready to have an orgasm; then he quit.

"Take my pants off." he demanded. As he removed his shirt, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Without him having to ask, I pulled the jeans and his underwear down. His cock was different, it took me a moment to realize I was staring at my first circumcised penis. The head was large, much larger than the rest of his hard-on. I put my hand around it and started to pump back and forth.

"Suck it!"

At that moment reality hit; we hadn't talked about safe sex. I didn't know this guy; he might have all kinds of STDs. "Do you have a condom?"

"No, but I'm clean."

I surprised all three of us when I refused. "I'm sorry; but I just can't take a chance. I'll use my hand to get you to cum."

I think Jake was the most disappointed of all, because the next thing I heard was Jake offering to go downstairs to buy some from the hotel store. He almost ran out of the room. "I'll be right back!"

While Jake was gone, Robert sat on the bed and put me on his lap; we were making out, he kept playing with my breasts and pussy; and made certain my hand never left his cock. Twice he tried to convince me to let him fuck me without the condom. "I think your husband would get a big charge out of coming back to the room to see us fucking; I think he wants to see your pussy filled with my cum."

It didn't work; I didn't melt and change my mind. "Just wait a minute. You'll have me, but it'd be with a condom. Sorry."

By the time Jake returned, Robert was too wound up to worry about the blow job; he wanted to fuck. He put the condom on and proceeded to put me on my back with his hands spreading my knees apart. I was very wet; thirty minutes of foreplay will do that to a girl. His cock slid in, right down to the base where our pubes met. My body took over, responding to the feeling of being filled with his hard cock and the motion as he pumped in and out. I came within the first minute of him entering me. I must have really had him wound up because he came immediately after I did.

Robert rolled over onto his back; the filled condom still covering his cock. He looked like he was going to fall asleep. I saw Jake get up off the chair and grab my dress off the floor.

"Get dressed, baby. We're out of here." Robert looked up from the bed; but didn't say a thing. I put my dress and shoes on as Jake held the door open. We practically sprinted to the elevator. Once we were inside, Jake said what was bothering him. "What a fucking loser; crap, he hardly made it a full minute."

I kept my mouth shut, not saying what I was thinking; which was, one: "it was your stupid idea" and two: "at least I got off". I almost smiled at the second thought.

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Two weeks later, Jake came home with a big smile on his face and a magazine in his hand. He seemed quite proud of himself when he opened the magazine and showed it to me. It was a swingers' magazine for the tri-state region. There on page forty-one was a quarter page black and white photo of me in all my naked glory; my face was partially obscured by sunglasses and a baseball cap. The caption read: "Couple looking for clean (with certificate of recent test) stud to share wife. No male to male contact, but stud must be at least seven thick inches and able to last. Bareback sex with certificate. Call 555-555-5555 to set up a meeting. If mutually agreeable, we'll get together for un-inhibited night of pleasuring this stone fox."

I was so stunned, I had to sit down at the dining room table. "You didn't tell me you were going to do this. What if someone who knows us sees this?"

"Don't worry; you're not recognizable from this photo and the phone number is from a burner phone I bought at Walmart last week. Nothing gets back to us. Besides; after that last catastrophe, this is the best way to assure a pleasant experience."

"You're turning me into a whore!"

"No I'm not; a whore does it for money and we're doing this for fun. And I'm the one saying it's OK, so it's not cheating."

Jake's response didn't make me feel any better. I kept my fingers crossed that no one would answer the ad, and if someone did, they wouldn't pass muster.

No such luck. Hundreds of responses poured in. Jake vetted each phone call, asking the most likely prospects to submit a photo, certificate and letter why each candidate would want to be my stud for a night.

Some of the respondents refused to include the certificate ("trust me -- I'm clean"); some obviously photo-shopped the photos (either elongating their penis to obscene lengths or putting a different head on a stud body); some included letters that were either incredibly crude ("I'm going to fuck your wife's three holes until she begs me to leave you -- you fucking cuck!") or threatening ("I'm going to fuck your wife's three holes until she bleeds while I tie you up and make you watch!")

Surprisingly, Jake didn't lose hope, especially considering these were the letters he received after the phone vetting. Of the thirty-plus letters he received, there were two on the 'call-back' pile. "I might get through this, yet." is what I was thinking - and hoping.

Again, no such luck. The second Thursday after the ad was placed, my phone at work rang and it was a very excited Jake on the line. "Baby; get ready! We are meeting Peter at the Blue Gander lounge tonight, eight o'clock sharp!" My heart sank; Peter was one of the two from the 'call-back' pile. Obviously, he was as anxious to meet me as I was reluctant to meet him.

Peter was as handsome in the flesh as he was in the photo. He even stood up from his chair as we approached his table and held my chair to sit as we all introduced ourselves. He was bright, well-spoken and did everything he could to put me at ease. He asked if we did this often and was pleased when Jake related our previous limited experiences.

"Great" he said, "I think I can show Jane why this lifestyle is becoming so popular with the husbands."

When I asked why he would be party to such an arrangement, he answered, "for two reasons, Jane. First, I'm not ready to settle down and it's not fair to string a woman along. I like and need sex, this way I get to have sex with a beautiful woman and she's already spoken for, no strings between her and me. Second; it gives me great pleasure to give great pleasure to a beautiful woman such as yourself; it's a real ego boost."

After another fifteen minutes of 'getting to know you' Jake blurted out, "Unless Jane has any objections, I think we've found the man we're looking for. Are you available either night this weekend, Peter?"

Peter scored more points when he responded, "Let's hear what Jane has to say. Jane -- if you want, we can meet tomorrow night at the Four Seasons. My treat, I'll get a room and we'll spend a night of bliss, I guarantee it."

Peter reached over to hold my hands as he looked in my eyes. The seduction was completed. "Yes, I want you, Peter. If it's what Jake wants."

Jake could hardly contain himself; I'm certain he was hard just with the anticipation. "It's settled, we'll see you tomorrow night. You have my number, text me with the room number." With that he held up his drink to toast, Peter touched glasses with Jake and smiled.

It was Friday night and I was soaking in the bathtub. Earlier I asked Jake if we could just cancel and go somewhere out of town for the weekend -- just the two of us. First, Jake appealed to my sense of fair play; Peter already reserved the room and was anxious to spend the night with me. When that didn't work, Jake reminded me how handsome and built Peter was, how Peter's photo illustrated what he had in store for me when he finally got between my legs. Jake poured me a second glass of wine, filled the tub with warm water and tried again. "Baby; just sit back in the tub and relax; I want this for me, I want to watch you with Peter, then I'm going to make love to you to show my appreciation."

I relaxed in the warm water, sipping the wine; it was calming me down; suddenly I was overcome with a feeling of empathy and warmth toward my husband. My thoughts at this moment were how lucky I am to have a man who loves me so much.

Jake helped me out of the tub, dried me and led me to my make-up table. As I made up my face, Jake pulled the red dress that I wore in Vegas out of the closet and laid it on the bed.

"What about panties?" I asked.

"It would just be a waste of time." he answered.

With my make-up just right, not too much, but enough to give my lips and eyes a little color, I slipped the dress over my head and combed out my hair. Jake looked at me with lust. "Gorgeous."

Jake stroked my bare thigh while he drove to the hotel; every few strokes of his fingers would slip under the hem of the short dress and tickle my pussy lips. Once, his fingers actually entered me. "You're getting wet already. Peter is going to love you."

When the hotel valet opened my car door, I think he tried to get a glimpse up my dress; but I kept my legs close enough together to rob the poor boy of that thrill. More than a few pairs of eyes followed me as Jake led me through the lobby and to the bank of elevators. Once the elevator doors closed, Jake took me in his arms and kissed me with passion; I could feel his cock, hard against my tummy.

"Excited Jake?"

"More than you'll ever know, baby."

He held my hand as we walked down the hall to room 1048. Ten seconds after Jake knocked on the door, it opened. Peter stood behind the door wearing a short bathrobe, tied at the waist but open on the top to reveal the center of his chest, which could almost be described as 'cleavage'. Peter's time in the gym wasn't wasted.

You've obviously have heard the term, 'careful what you wish for'. I'm certain that term applied to Jake's thoughts that night. From the moment we stepped into Peter's hotel room until the next late morning when we left the room, I was in the spell of a love god; there is no other way to describe the pleasures I received from Peter.

It began immediately. Peter addressed Jake, "There is wine and cocktail mixers on the credenza. Help yourself Jake and pour this beautiful lady a glass of wine while we become acquainted." Peter's method of getting acquainted was to remove his robe and my dress before embracing me in his arms. He kissed my lips while cupping my ass with his large hands, lifting me up and carrying me to the bed. Once I was on my back, he began to work his mouth down from my lips to my neck, from my nipples to my belly button to my pussy.

The few men who have eaten my pussy have usually given me orgasms by doing it. Peter gave me an ORGASM. I don't know if I've ever cum that hard in my life, at least up to that moment; and the evening had just begun. Peter continued to tickle my clit with his tongue, letting me relax for just a minute before he pushed his thumb in my pussy and one finger in my bottom, he alternated between raking my clit with his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. I came a second time, harder than the first.
This time he didn't let me recover; before I could catch my breath, he was up between my legs and his beautiful cock entered my pussy. This was the largest cock to ever be inside me and it felt amazing. Big enough to fill every inch of me, not so big that it hurt; it just felt heavenly.

I put my heels on the cheeks of his ass and spurred him on. His hands cupped my breasts and his fingers squeezed my nipples. He pounded into my pussy throughout my third orgasm. My eyes must have been shut because I was suddenly aware Peter was staring down at me with a smile.

"Turn over."

While I was turning onto my hands and knees, I became aware of Jake for the first time since we entered the room. He was naked, sitting on the chair in the room. I didn't have time to interpret Jake's expression; Peter already had himself fully embedded in my pussy; I gripped the sheets with my hands and bit down on one of the pillows to prevent myself from screaming in pleasure.

After a few minutes of this, at least I thought it was minutes, who knew, I could feel my fourth orgasm building. Peter must have had some sixth sense, because he clasped his hands on my ass cheeks and pumped harder. "That's it, Jane; let go one more time and I'm going to cum with you. Squeeze my cock with your pussy; feel my cock pump my seed inside your womb."

I let go and it was magical; the most intense rush of feelings throughout my body. Peter held my hips and I could feel his cock pulsate. He had to be cumming, filling me up.

When he let go of my hips, I dropped down onto the bed. My belly hit a wet puddle. How embarrassing; I had wet the bed.

No sooner had Peter's cock left my pussy before I felt another set of hands on my hips, raising me back on my knees and my pussy filled again with cock. It was Jake, of course; he couldn't stand to wait another minute to reclaim me for himself. The technique wasn't as smooth and Jake's cock, which up until an hour ago was the biggest thing to ever be inside me, wasn't quite as filling as Peter's; but it still felt wonderful. I did my best to please Jake, moving my hips back in time with his push forward. Before I could cum again, I felt Jake's release. I couldn't blame him for not waiting, after all, it must have been hell for him to watch Peter and I fuck with such abandon.

Plus, even though Jake came, he didn't stop pumping and he stayed hard. I was starting to feel like a rag doll and Jake kept pumping. Then I got my second wind, because Peter was kneeling in front of my face with that beautiful cock of his right in front of me. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft, and it just gleamed with the juices from our previous orgasms. I leaned forward with my tongue extended and captured it with my mouth; trying to swallow the entire thing.

It grew in my mouth and Jake continued to pump. When it reached full length, I leaned back, letting it drop out of my mouth. I put my hand on the base and squeezed, the head expanded and took on a purple hue. That's when I heard Jake urge me on from behind. "Suck it, Jane. Suck that cock; make Peter cum!"

I tried my best, I sucked his cock, but Peter refused me his cum. He waited until Jake was finished cumming a second time, then he took me again. This time I sucked Jake's cock as Peter fucked me. This time Jake came in my mouth and he fell asleep. Peter and I finished while I sat in his lap; his cock pumping another load of his seed inside me.

It was probably mean of us; but Peter and I slept on the left side of the bed while Jake slept on the right side, on top of the wet spot. Jake was still sleeping at six the next morning when Peter started playing with me again; we were full on fucking when Jake woke up with a, "what the fuck?" attitude.

This pissed me off because this was all Jake's doing in the first place. If it was up to me, we'd have spent the weekend down at the beach making love to each other; but he wanted this, and now he was going to cop an attitude when I begin to enjoy it?

Peter and I finished together, a nice morning orgasm for me, and Jake was still sulking; so, Peter and I took a shower together and scrubbed each other clean. When we came out of the bathroom, Jake was sitting in the same chair as last night, now fully dressed. "C'mon Jane, it's time to go."

As I slipped the red dress back on, Peter asked Jake when we'd be able to get back together again. Jake's reply was basically, "don't call us, we'll call you". It was a quiet ride home.

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Jake's attitude toward me started to change after that night with Peter. He didn't hit me or anything, but the loving Jake was slowly being replaced with the angry Jake. Two weeks after our night with Peter, we were at Dan and Gail's for dinner and drinks. We ended up in the hot tub again, Dan ended up back in my pussy again; but the problem was -- now I knew what good sex was all about, how good it could feel, and Dan's skinny 'pump and cum' just wasn't good sex. I tried to fake it; but my performance must have been less than stellar; because Jake didn't say a word to me on the way home that night, and the next week the house was like an igloo.

It's embarrassing to write all this down now, years later. I'm certain most everyone reading thinks I'm a slut. I can't blame you; I think I'm a slut and would think the same of any women who did the things I did. I can try to use the excuse that it was my husband, the man I trusted with my love and life, who led me down this path.

Jake was so smooth while initiating my seduction to becoming a hotwife; he'd push a little, then pull back when I balked. And I'm only highlighting our interactions related to sex within this confessional tale; during most of our time together, Jake was a warm, loving, attentive husband prior to that night with Peter. I received flowers at least once a week, sometimes at the office, sometimes at home. He took me out for romantic dinners; just the two of us; we'd eat, drink and dance; Jake would hold me close and tell me how much he loved me. All these loving words and actions made me want to please Jake; so, when he asked me to do something out of my comfort zone, I was reluctant to deny him.

I also didn't know then how people like Jake use sly tactics to prevent their targets from confiding in others, others such as parents and good friends who might provide some sanity. Jake slowly escalated the perversions; I was afraid to seek my parents' and friends' counsel because I would have to admit to the things I'd already done. Slowly, I fell deeper and deeper into the hole.

I'm not making excuses for myself; I'm trying to explain how a girl who only had two lovers before she was twenty ended up falling so low. Consider it a cautionary tale for naïve women like me.

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It was Marcus Jones who opened my eyes to how far I'd fallen and what Jake planned for me. Marcus and I had a few classes together back in high school. He went on to a small university, played college ball and graduated with a degree in computer science. I only saw him a few times since graduation; but his mother always kept me up to date whenever I saw her at the grocery store where she worked. That must have been how Marcus knew where I worked. He came into the reception area and asked when I would get a break so we could talk.

Rather than wait, I asked Pam to watch the switchboard right away; I sensed Marcus had something important on his mind; I couldn't imagine what it was after all these years and didn't want him to wait. He was standing beside his car in the parking lot.

Marcus didn't beat around the bush; he got right to the point. "Jane; if I'm sticking my nose in something I shouldn't, please just tell me and I'll shut right up. And I hope I'm not embarrassing you by what I'm about to say."

"Marcus, just tell me what's on your mind."

"I was in Dooley's Tavern last night; a guy was in there trying to recruit men for a gangbang of his wife. Most everyone thought he must be drunk or out of his mind; but he convinced them he was serious. The guys I was hanging with said his wife must be a real dog to be used like that. "On the contrary," he said; he pulled a photo out of his pocket and passed it around. Everybody was impressed by her beauty."

Marcus paused for a second. "It was a naked photo of you, Jane."

As Marcus spoke, I felt myself get sick. Thank goodness it was before lunch and I hadn't had breakfast; I might have puked right there. As it was, I felt light-headed and only stayed on my feet because Marcus held me up.

"I didn't know about this." is all I could get out.

Marcus replied, "I know. I asked the dude if his wife knew what he planned; he was honest enough to answer it was going to be a surprise party. He did strongly imply his wife would be more than OK with it once she knew what was to go down."

I still couldn't believe Jake would do this.

"How many guys?"

"He said he was looking for at least a dozen. Said he had eight and I bet he picked up another four or five last night at Dooley's."

"When and where does this take place?"

"Saturday at your home."

"Are you going to be there, Marcus?"

Marcus looked hurt that I asked; I immediately regretted the question.

"Not a chance, Jane. That kind of sex has never been my thing. Girls used to come into the locker room all the time; fucking their way through the team. I never went for it. Besides; I could never look at you that way, with all those guys."

"I'm sorry, Marcus. I shouldn't have asked you. Thank you for telling me what my husband has planned for this weekend. I can't believe he thought I'd do this; unless he's planning to drug me. We've done some weird shit" I couldn't believe what just came out of my mouth; guess I was still reeling. "but, a gangbang -- never in my life would I dream he'd ambush me with that."

"Here's my number." Marcus handed me his card with his cell number written in, "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call."

"Thanks again, Marcus. And thanks for your number."

Marcus got into his car and with a wave, drove away. It wasn't until he was gone that his words registered, "I could never look at you that way." What did he mean by that?

Now what? I went back into the office; told my boss I was feeling ill and needed to take the rest of the day off. I must have looked ill because my boss just said to go home and get better.

I didn't go home; I went to my parents' house. Mom answered the door, took one look at me and gave me a hug. "What's wrong, Jane?" We sat in the den and I told Mom what Marcus had told me. Mom couldn't believe it. "That doesn't sound right, Jane. That's not the Jake I know. Are you certain Marcus is telling you the truth?"

I looked in my mother's eyes and did the hardest thing I've ever done; I told Mom the truth. I told her about Dan, about 'The Game', about the other men. Mom sat there, it seemed as if her complexion faded; she kept shaking her head, silently saying "no".

Finally, with tears in her eyes, Mom got up from her chair. "I'm going to call your father."

"No, Mom, not Dad!"

Mom ignored me and called Dad, telling him he needed to come home immediately. "Frank, I'm not going to go into this over the phone; just please come home as soon as you can. I'm alright; but Jane is here and we need to talk to you. No, it can't wait."

Mom made us both a cup of tea and we silently waited for Dad to come home. He walked in the door twenty minutes later; Mom got up and gave him a hug; Dad looked at me, wondering what was going on. Was someone dead? Was I pregnant? Or sick? (I certainly looked sick.)

Mom sat with me on the sofa, held my hand and Dad sat in the chair. I thought telling Mom was the hardest thing I'd done; now I had to do something even harder; tell my father what a slut he had for a daughter. His little girl wasn't the good girl he raised.

Dad sat and listened; but he didn't react the way I feared. When I finished telling him how I turned into such a slut, he began asking questions.

"You say you've had a few drinks every time Jake put you in these situations; were you drunk?"

"No, Dad; I don't usually have more than two or three drinks and that's normally not enough for me to feel out of control; but I do feel different."

"Is it possible Jake is putting something in your drink? Some drug to make you lose control?"

When Dad asked the question, I couldn't help myself; I started crying. Could the man I love with all my heart do something so evil? Just the thought of it made me light-headed.

When I finally calmed down, I answered as best I could. "Dad, when I had sex with Dan and those men, I felt sexier than normal. I didn't feel drunk, so something made me lose my self-control. I always assumed it was the situation; but there were times I refused to do what Jake asked me to do. Then, the next time Jake put me in the same situation, I'd have these feelings of euphoria and well-being, like everything was all right. I'm so ashamed to have to say this to my parents; but my mind, my perception of my surroundings would open up, so when I was in a sexual situation, I would get wetter and more sensitive down there."

Dad walked out of the room and I could hear him on the phone. He came back after a few minutes. "I talked to Dr. Fremont; it sounds like Jake has been giving you Ecstasy. Will Jake be home tonight?"

"He should be. Why?"

"I need to talk to him; wait here a minute." He left the room again. Mom kept her arm around me waiting for him to come back.

"Doris, please stay here. Jane and I are going to talk with Jake and get to the bottom of this mess."

Mom looked worried. "Why can't I come, too?"

"Because you've always had a soft spot for Jake; he's played us both, you especially. The last thing I need tonight is Jake appealing to your soft side. Please let me handle this tonight."

Mom reluctantly agreed; but I know it was difficult for her. She made Dad promise to be safe and not do anything stupid.

On the drive over to the house, Dad asked me to try and relax, if I could. It was going to be tough, but I told Dad I'd do my best. I was in the kitchen making a snack tray and Dad was in the living room when Jake walked in. I heard their greeting from the kitchen. "Frank, what a surprise." Then nothing.

When I walked into the living room; Jake was sitting on the floor; Dad had a pistol held against his head. I almost fainted and was so scared, I couldn't speak, Dad broke the silence.

"Open your phone, you son of a bitch." Dad cocked the hammer back; Jake peed in his pants and handed his phone to Dad.

Dad scrolled first through the messages on Jake's phone. It took him ten minutes to read through them all; his face getting redder by the minute. "Get up, asshole. Show me where you hide the drugs."

Jake got up and walked in front of Dad into our bedroom. He opened the closet door and pulled a shoebox from the bottom shelf, opened the box and pulled out one of the shoes. Inside the shoe was a packet of powder.

"Now, where are the movies and photos?"

Jake hesitated, which given the circumstances, was exactly the wrong thing; Dad kicked Jake in the groin and Jake went down to his knees. Dad released the hammer on the gun (until that moment, I had no idea Dad had a gun or that he knew how to use one); he smacked Jake on the top of the head with the barrel.

"The movies and photos!" this time a shout.

"They're on my laptop."

"Jane; get his laptop."

I brought the laptop from where Jake had dropped it in the living room. Dad had me open it; it was password protected.

"What's the password?"

"janesweetpussy; all lower case."

Dad had me type it in; the home screen was a photo of Jake and me from our wedding day.

"Which folder?"

"Jane"

When I opened the folder, there were at least twenty video files and a few hundred photos. I knew Jake took a few photos of me in lingerie and even a few nudes, most with my face hidden; but I never knew about the movies and the rest of these photos.

"Is this it, or are there more? Are these backed up anywhere?"

"That's all I have. Dan has some, too. They're all backed up to the cloud, too."

Dad had me go to Jake's cloud account and delete everything there. When Jake started to protest that he had important things there besides the 'Jane folder' back up, Dad gave him another quick kick to the balls to shut him up.

"Tell me about this week's gangbang of my daughter."

Jake didn't know that we knew about it. He grew even paler and his eyes showed fear as he stared at the gun in Dad's hand.

"It was Dan's idea. He thought we could use the movie to draw more business to his website; he promised to cut me in on a percentage of the profits if I could get Jane on video with a group of guys."

"So all of the crap you did with my little girl leading up to this was to condition Jane to becoming a slut; so you could pimp her out!"

"It wasn't my idea, I swear. I love Jane. I owe Dan money; this is the only way I could pay him back." Jake was crying by now. If my father wasn't there, I would have bent down on the floor with Jake to give him a hug.

Dad was still pointing the gun at Jake's head. "What's the name of this website?"

"ReelHousewivesgetfucked.com; spell real with two 'e's', not 'ea.'"

Dad was shaking his head. "Jane, type that in Jake's laptop." Dad looked back at Jake. "What genius came up with that name? How the hell is anyone supposed to find it with such a fucked-up name?"

Although I knew my father well enough to know he was asking a rhetorical question, Jake answered it; he was probably too scared not to. "It wasn't me; it's Dan's website."

The website popped open; Jake must have been on it recently because I only typed the first three letters and the browser filled in the rest. The laptop prefilled Jake's user name and password -- we were in.

I could hardly believe my eyes. The home page listed all the women available to watch in "all their amateur glory", including Gail and at least six other women. Worse of all, right there on the front page was a naked photo of me with the caption below it, "Coming soon, the lovely Jane takes on a baker's dozen men -- all in one night!"

Dad read the caption and turned back to Jake. "If Dan has all these videos of Jane with other men, why didn't he put it out there?"

"Dan said we'd get more hits if the premiere video was the gangbang. After that, he was going to release those videos and any other we made in the future."

Dad swung his leg back; I think he was ready to kick Jake again, but he changed his mind.

"Jane, do you have any sleep aids. Tylenol PM or something like that?"

I nodded.

"Go get me the bottle and a glass of water."

I brought back both. Dad had me open the bottle and pull five tablets out. He held them out to Jake. "Take these, they won't kill you, but you'll be asleep for the next few hours. Time enough for me to get to your asshole friend."

Jake shook his head; stupid Jake, because that just earned him a swift kick to the ribs and another knock on the skull with the barrel. When he recovered, he took the pills and swallowed. Just to make certain, Dad trussed Jake up, tying his hands and feet, putting a gag in his mouth.

"Time to see Dan Vanderhorst."

As we drove to the Vanderhorst's home, I tried my best to calm Dad down; without much luck. "Dad, the last thing you and Mom need is for you to go to prison for something I did. I'm not going to let you do this."

"You don't have a choice, Jane. I'm going to try and solve this with as little violence as possible; but if this son of a bitch refuses to give me the tapes; he and I are going to have a problem -- and considering I'm the one with the gun, I can tell you he'll be sorry." Just then we pulled onto Dan and Gail's street. "Which one is it?"
I pointed out the Vanderhorst's home. Gail's car was in the drive; but Dan wasn't home.

"Jane, I want you to do a little bit of acting for me when we get inside. I'm going to tell the Vanderhorsts that Jake is dead, that I killed him. You need to go along with whatever I say. The only way to get these people to agree to our demands to the videos is to threaten them. OK?"

I reluctantly agreed with Dad's plan; I knew there was no stopping him at this point. "OK Dad."

I rang the bell and Gail came to the door. "Jane, Mr. Miller; this is a surprise."

"Hi Gail; can we come in?" Dad said it in his friendliest voice. He almost had me fooled.

"Yes, c'mon in." Gail opened the door; Dad closed it as we stepped inside. Immediately Dad's demeaner changed; in a threatening voice, he told Gail to sit down. She was scared. "What's this all about?"

"Just shut the fuck up and answer one question. When does your husband get home?"

Gail hesitated until Dad approached her; he hadn't pulled out his gun, but Gail was still frightened. "In about twenty minutes. Why?"

Instead of answering, Dad took out his bandana and gagged Gail with it.

"Now, we'll all just sit here and wait."

Twenty minutes later, we heard Dan's car pull in. Dan walked into the house. "Gail, whose car is that in the drive? Gail?" Dan walked in the living room where we were all seating. Dad had pulled his gun out when Dan opened the front door and it was now pointing at Dan's head.

"Sit down!"

Dan sat down; Dad kept the gun pointed at him.

"Less than an hour ago, I put a bullet in Jake's head for what he did to my little girl. As he was begging for his life, he claimed you were the one who put him up to it and had videos and photos you were planning to put on the Internet. I believed him; but that didn't excuse what he did. So, tell me Dan; where are these videos?"

For some reason, this didn't seem to scare Dan. Dad pointed the gun at Gail's head; cocking the hammer for added effect. "Maybe I should blow her brains out first? You've got two seconds to tell me."

Gail's eyes went wide; she looked like she was ready to faint. Dan just kept his mouth off; Dad counted. "One -- Two!"

Gail was shaking her head in a panic. Dad took the gag off her mouth and she started screaming at Dan. "You son of a bitch! You were going to take a chance on getting me killed? You fucking asshole!"

"Don't say anything, you bitch." Dan was screaming back at her.

Now Gail was really pissed. "I'll tell you where it's all at; everything!"

Dad knocked Dan out with the gun when Dan tried to stand up, then gagged and tied him up. We followed Gail into their den where Gail opened up a cabinet filled with DVDs and albums of photos Dan had printed out. There were hundreds of photos of more than two dozen women, including mine. One of the DVDs was marked, 'Jane Miller'. Dad slipped that one in his pocket.

Next, Gail fired up Dan's laptop where hundreds more photos were stored and dozens more videos. Inside the liquor cabinet Gail pointed out the bottles that held Dan's stash of various drugs including his supply of Ecstasy and some other powders. "Don't touch those," Dad warned, "the cops will need to print the bottles and it will help if Dan's are the only ones on them."

When the cops showed up, it turned into a real three ring circus. I swore out a complaint against Dan, he swore out a complaint against Dad for unlawful restraint and assault. The cops were able to obtain a search warrant on Dan's house and confiscated all his computer gear. At least five of the women in the videos swore out complaints against Dan when they were contacted by the DA. Seems most of the women, like me, were unaware they were being filmed and didn't know they were on Dan's website.

The cops confiscated the drugs, which did turn out to have Dan's prints on the bottles, and which were allowed into evidence over the objections of Dan's attorney; the judge ruled Dad wasn't acting on behalf of the police and therefore the search warrant was legally obtained.

Dad's charges were reduced to a misdemeanor; he received a suspended sentence and fined five dollars by a sympathetic judge. Jake was charged with a variety of crimes, mostly to do with his assisting Dan in the filming of women without their authorization. He ended up serving a year in prison. Gail turned state's evidence against Dan to get her charges reduced; again over the objection of Dan's attorney, who claimed spousal privilege (which Gail was allowed to waive). Dan's attorney finally struck a deal with the DA, but Dan still ended up serving four years. He was financially ruined; what was left after paying his attorney's fees was split among the six women who sued him.

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I divorced Jake while he served his prison term. He left town shortly after his release and the last I heard, he's up in Alaska working on a crab boat. I hope I never see him again.

I will never get over the embarrassment of having my father see those photos of me (he never watched the videos, thank goodness). Whenever I tried to apologize, he'd say, "Let's not talk about that." He finally gave up after a year had passed and said, "Apology accepted." before giving me a giant hug. I haven't brought it up since. Mom just looks at me with sad eyes, hugs me and says, "I love you." I thank my lucky stars to have been born to two great people.

After things calmed down and my divorce was finalized; I thought about leaving town. I mean, who wants to be known as the town slut? But, most of that seemed to be in my own mind. People at the office didn't treat me any differently, my parents were here to support my mental health and Kassie was wonderful in listening to me when I was feeling down. I did move closer to my work.

A couple guys asked me out, I was happy when the dates turned out to be relatively normal. Neither of the guys tried to bed me on the first dates. Unfortunately, there was nothing about either of them that made me want to accept a second date. I stopped dating and refused any subsequent offers to go out. I thought about going to a shrink; first I get dumped by Kenny, then I marry Jake, I go out on two dates with two nice guys, but can't seem to click with either one -- what the hell is wrong with me?

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It was two years after my divorce, I was at my parent's house having Sunday dinner.

"An old friend of yours asked me to say hello to you. Marcus Jones asked me how you're doing."

"Marcus?" I never told my parents that it was Marcus Jones who told me about Jake's attempt at recruitment back then. "How did you meet Marcus?"

"He's the new IT manager down at the office; we just hired him away from Google. When Mr. Loman introduced him to me, he said he knew a Jane Miller and asked if we were related. I said you're my daughter, he said you two had a few classes together in high school. Seems like a real nice guy."

"He is." I didn't add how nice and how much I owed him. I glanced over at Mom; she had that look on her face; the look was a silent plea, "When is my daughter going to start dating again, get married and give me grandchildren?" Poor Mom.

Dad broke the silence, "I had the distinct impression the question was more than friendly curiosity. Would you be upset if I gave hm your number?"

"That would be OK, Dad. Thanks for asking."

We finished our meal and I headed home that night wondering if I'd get a call.

I did get the call Monday evening. Marcus and I chatted for an hour before he asked if I'd like to go out Friday. I accepted, we had dinner and went dancing at a nice club downtown. That date led to others. After three weeks, Marcus brought me to his parent's home to introduce me to the rest of his family. His mom greeted me like an old friend; she was always so nice to me when I used to shop at the grocery store where she worked; but this was different, and it felt so nice to be welcomed into her home.

It was a strange experience for me; the first time I was the only white person at a table with a half-dozen black people. Marcus' younger sister, Tina, was there with her husband and two-year-old daughter. I didn't know how to respond when Tina said, "I always thought you were the prettiest girl in our school." I could only blush and reply, "Thank you." Marcus reached for my hand and squeezed it.

Marcus' father said grace and we had a fantastic dinner. His father must have noticed the surprise in my eyes when he lifted the casserole lid and it was lasagna; he laughed and asked, "What, were you expecting fried chicken?"

"No sir; but I didn't expect Italian."

The whole table broke out. Tina's husband said, "They love doing it, they pulled the same thing on me my first time here."

Marcus said, "Mom's the best Italian chef this side of Palermo. Wait 'til you have her ravioli."

"So, you're already planning to ask me back again?"

"As often as you want."

I was happy Marcus felt that way; but it also made me sad. I tried not to show it; but we hadn't had 'the talk'; I hadn't told Marcus all the awful things I'd done when I was married to Jake. It was time to do it, maybe even tonight after we left his parents' house, because I was falling for him.

The rest of dinner and dessert went by too quickly. The chatter around the dinner table was filled with familial love and respect. We said our good-bye's; Mrs. Jones gave me a big hug as we left and told me to come back soon.

In the car, it was time. "Marcus, we have to talk."

I guess those words can have a negative connotation, because Marcus looked upset. "What do we need to talk about, Jane?"

"About my past. You need to know some things. Take me home; let's get this over with."

We drove the rest of the way to my apartment in silence; each of us lost in our own thoughts. My thoughts were concentrated on what I would say; I decided there wouldn't be any sugar-coating; Marcus deserved the truth. We walked in the door, I made coffee and we sat down at the small dining table.

"Marcus, when I was married to Jake, he and I did some things you need to know. I had sex with men I didn't know, we had threesomes, we swapped with Dan and Gail. He had me get picked up in bars and do things with strange men." I spent another five minutes telling Marcus about my past actions.

"Were these your ideas or Jake's?"

"Jake's - and sometimes he drugged me; but sometimes he didn't, and I still did all those things."

"Did you like it?"

I hated that I had to answer this question, "Sometimes."

"Are you ashamed of what you did?"

"More than I can ever say. I can't even begin to tell you how ashamed I was when I had to tell my mother and father what I was; that their daughter was a slut. How ashamed I am right now that I have to tell you the same thing."

"It's good you're ashamed of it; that tells me it's not who you are. Tell me something; can you be exclusive with one man? Could you forsake all others if you ever got married again?"

"That's how I thought it would be when I married Jake, that's what I was planning. If I do ever marry again, all I want is to have that with my husband."

"Good. I'm going to ask you right now; can we be exclusive? We only date one another? We haven't been intimate, yet; but once that happens, I'm not sharing."

"I'd like that, Marcus. I want that." I got off my chair and sat in his lap. With my arms around his shoulders; I gave him a kiss and it felt so great when he kissed me back.

"Your father knows we're dating; I assume your mother knows, too. But this brings it to a whole new level. I think it's time we let them know we're serious. Can we have dinner with them next weekend? We'll take them out and I'll get to meet your mother."

"That'll be nice. What about your family? When do we tell them we're serious?"

Marcus laughed, "Oh, they know we're serious already. Today just confirmed it."

When we told Mom and Dad that we were taking them to dinner; they refused to go. Mom insisted on a sit-down dinner at her house to meet Marcus. I think she needed to impress Marcus with her cooking after I raved about Mrs. Jones' lasagna. Mom made her lamb roast with Spanish rice.

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Some things are too personal to share. You've already read all about my sleazy sex life; you don't need to know the details of my love life with Marcus. We did make love soon after the dinner with my parents and we did become exclusive. We took Mom and Dad out to dinner soon afterwards to meet Marcus' mother and father. The six of us shared a great meal; Marcus and I were relieved when all four parents seemed to get along. Two weeks later they surprised us by having dinner together without us. Mom said later that they all knew this was getting serious and wanted to start to know each other better if they were going to share grandchildren.

Five months after we started dating, Marcus asked me to marry him. After I kissed him, hugged him and told him 'yes'; Marcus asked if I would mind a long engagement, a year. He said it would give him a little more time to get established at work. Deep down I wondered if he was still worried about my ability to remain true to him. He never said anything; and he never once threw my past at me, even during the two or three times we had a heated disagreement about other issues; but I seriously wouldn't have blamed Marcus if my past was at least a small reason for the long engagement.

It didn't matter; from the first time he kissed me, I was loyal to him.

As much as we loved each other and as much support we received from our parents and others; there were other issues that presented challenges; the biggest being our racial differences. Marcus has a cousin, Simone, who just hated the fact Marcus and I were a couple. It didn't help that Marcus used to date Simone's best girlfriend. According to Simone, black men should marry black women. Although she was invited to the wedding, she made it known, loud and clear, she wouldn't attend.

Simone's attitude hurt; but Tina helped me get over the hurt with her welcoming behavior. Tina treated me like a sister and gave me the most beautiful wedding shower a bride could ask for.

It was a small wedding. Kassie was my maid of honor for the second time; she laughed when she said, "This is it for me, the last time I'm in your wedding." Then she whispered in my ear, "I know this is it, though. I kept my mouth shut the last time. This time I don't have to; Marcus is the one."

And it wasn't only Simone who copped an attitude. I was walking into the coffee room one afternoon at work when I heard one of my co-workers, a woman I thought was a friend, tell another co-worker how disgusted she was that I married a "N...". I was so upset; I went back to my desk with tears in my eyes and had to leave early.

When Marcus came home that evening, he instantly saw how upset I was. We sat down and talked about it; Marcus had to deal with this kind of behavior throughout his life and I asked him how he did it.

"Jane, there will always be assholes and bigots; but there will always be good people, too. I'm lucky, I guess; I had teammates, white, brown and black; and we always had to count on each other to win. Thinking about the guys that treated me as a man, not a black man, then seeing how you fell in love with me, not worrying about my skin color; that's what helps me get past those cretins."

"What about our children; how are we going to teach them how to ignore the comments?"

"My mother and father taught me and my sister. You and I will figure it out when the time comes."

"Well, we better figure it out sooner than later."

Marcus looked at me with curiosity. I just gave him a small smile in return. We both wanted children, I just wasn't certain Marcus wanted them this soon. I held my breath, waiting.

"What does that mean, Jane?"

"It means we didn't quite make it to the altar without a baby growing inside me. It means next time we need to use something other than the rhythm method for birth control or we're going to have enough children to start our own football team."

I paused; as was becoming his custom, Marcus waited for me to finish my babbling; I looked into his big, brown eyes. "Please tell me you're happy."

Marcus lifted me in his arms to pull me in for a hug and a kiss.

"Honey -- I'm ecstatic!"

This man is going to be a great father.