Author:  KrzyPaw
Title: Jacksarenotwild
Part: 1
Summary: Jack finds out his favorite game can be very unforgiving.  MF, M+F, MFg, group, orgy, reluc, drug, humil, viol, cuckold, wife, creampie, voy, preg, exhib, job
Keywords: intro, nosex, MF, M+F, MFg, group, orgy, reluc, drug, humil, viol

Authors Note:

I would just like to say thank you for reading this story. I
sincerely hope you enjoy it and would love to hear from you
either way. Constructive criticism is always welcome as well.
Feel free to contact me at krzysztofp@hotdak.net

This work is considered copyright as of 2016 by KrzyPaw.
Commercial use is prohibited. Copies are permitted only if
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If you have any suggestions for this or other stories I am always
interested in your feedback. Who knows, I may just edit it and
make it better because of you, don't keep your opinions to
yourself.

This particular story was influenced by many others. However the
premise is so ubiquitous that I would have no idea how to credit
the works that inspired it. I do try to take even the most common
themes and add a little twist to it. These stories write
themselves, and it was really fun to write this one I hope you
enjoy it.

Please do not do this at home.

KrzyPaw

Jacks are not wild

Chapter 1

	Jack listened to the man on the other end of the phone. He
beamed at the news he was listening to. His wife Sherri, a petite
blond little thing was washing the dishes from dinner in the
background. The oblivious and now always absent Janet was
upstairs in her room spending as little time with her parents as
possible. Jack was always in a good mood when Benny called. That
meant another score, and she rather liked that. It was one of the
few times she got to play and it had been a while since their
last big one. They had used all that money to upgrade to their
new house three months ago so this was good timing.

	Jack was the quarterback of his high school football team. He
was a big guy for sure, but not big enough to make it any higher
in football than grade twelve. Sure he had tried out for his
college team, but the day of tryouts he found out just how
lacking he was. His glory days done, he partied in school and
just barely made it out. He was older now, and had added on some
of the size he could have used so long ago, except this was more
padding than hard muscle. He still fancied himself a football
star though, and watched every game he could on the television.
At 35, he was doing pretty good for himself though. He was one of
the top salesmen in his company, where he fit right in.

	Janet, their 12 year old princess had been really upset that she
had to move. Sure they were in a nice big house in a rich
neighborhood, but all her friends were on the other side of town
and she even had to change schools. Janet was very much like her
mom, in that she was tiny and blonde with the same light freckles
on what many considered to be a “cute angel face”. When they
walked around they were often mistaken for sisters. Janet was
just a few inches shorter than her mom, and even at her age her
tiny bumps had begun protruding from her chest. Like her mom she
would likely never wear a bra, and the tangerines under her shirt
fit her lithe form perfectly. She had grown up used to her mom
never wearing one, so when her nipples started popping up from
cold and excitement she took no notice. Some of the kids in class
poked fun at her but she loved the attention and had even flashed
three boys under the stairs at school to tease them. Janet liked
attention just like her mom, possibly more. She had started
puberty a year earlier, and while her body hadn't changed shape
much except for her nipples standing on her small mounds, but
there was a light dusting of hair starting to crawl out from her
unused pussy and spreading up her body that no one else was privy
to.

	Janet wouldn't go with or do anything for her parents right now,
even her father smacking her across the face hadn't changed her
mind. He had given up when the school had called and asked about
the bruise on her shoulder. He wouldn't risk jail time for the
little brat. She was actually really smart, and more of a fighter
than her mom. She knew that legal trouble from the school would
keep her father from going too far. Her fathers blood ran deep in
her and Janet's will was undeterred. She would go to this new and
better school if she had to and as soon as she was able she was
gone. Her fathers fist and her mothers constant bitchy nagging
had soured her on them. She could be closer to her mother if she
would just let up on her and let her be a girl. Janet didn't know
it but Sherri was actually very much a fireball inside and was
just keeping it buried to avoid the beatings after all the years,
Sherry didn't even know who she was anymore. This was her way of
protecting her daughter.

	One day after Janet had turned twelve Sherri had caught Janet
with her hands in her underwear one evening after bursting in her
room and had freaked out. After that she wasn't allowed to close
her door, wear anything tight or talk to boys. Sherri even
checked her phone at random times to make sure the rules were
followed. This was Janet's hell as her mind had made the switch
from child to adult a year earlier, even if her body hadn't
caught up. Her own stubbornness and her intellect had been the
only thing that saved her from complete rebellion.

	Sherri was quite young looking, and her tiny frame was what
convinced most people she was still a teenager, at least until
she was up close and talking to them. Sherri was so close to 5'
tall that at the end of the day she was just shy of that mark.
Her figure matched her height and her hips had flared out when
she got pregnant which made her once flat and boyish ass into a
sculpted tiny bubble at the top of her toned legs. Sherri's
perfectly round bum was accented by the sweetest set of full A's
anyone could ask for. If she had been drinking in her younger
days she would tell anyone who commented on them that she loved
never having to wear a bra and would pinch her nipple. Sherri
liked attention, sometimes more than she cared to admit. The only
thing that kept her from going too far to get it was her husband
Jack.

	Jack was, in one word, a cunt. He would take every “opportunity”
given, and sometimes force the issue if he really wanted
something. While he wasn't a Texan by any measure, he was fond of
saying “Gotta take opportunity by the horns”, whatever the
bastardized slogan actually meant to Jack. Most people around him
thought he was a crass opportunistic asshole. Many people had
been burnt by him too, and there were few left in his circles
that would actually trust him with anything important. This was
fine by Jack, since he only needed a positive cash flow to be
happy. Sherri had learned early on that while he was good at
making money, he was also very possessive. She had been told in
no uncertain terms that she was to keep her eyes on him only
unless he was using her to distract someone. The few times she
had tested that she was glad she didn't have to work, it would
have been hard to hide the bruises.

	Sherri had gotten used to Jacks idea of sex over the years. He
would climb on top and jam it inside her, pump for a few minutes
and explode. He was a decent size, but had no imagination or any
sense that she would want to get off. Sometimes Sherry would kick
herself for not having sex with him before they were married. She
had sex before as a teenager but those guys had been there just
to get off as well. When she met Jack she used her sex card to
hook him into marrying her and had made him wait. Now her
girlfriends would talk about some of the things their husbands
did and she was jealous of them. She had been the only one to get
her off until now. She was 32 and she wasn't even able to have
fantasies of her own lest she be punished. Her upbringing was not
closed minded and she had fairly liberal parents, but with Jacks
lack of drive to please her mixed with his violent jealousy she
turned into a frumpy frigid bitch within two years.

	Sherry never wore anything sexy, and the only way Jack could
have sex was in the dark with a condom and she would only take
her pants off long enough to let him do it. Then she was back to
wearing something formless. This had started after the birth of
their daughter, she didn't feel he deserved any more children.
The zeal with which she fought men's sexual urges not only
applied to her, she became very vocal about how other women who
dressed sexy were sluts and such. She had only a few friends, who
happened to be the main gossipers of the PTA. They themselves
being frigid.

	Sherry had made a habit of just going along with whatever Jack
had in mind. Losing him would drastically reduce her lifestyle
and impact their daughter, which that was more important to her
than sex. As long as she was quiet and meek she was taken care
of, and that's what had attracted her to Jack in the first place.
He had an air of confidence she found so enchanting. Plus there
were perks, like the situation at hand. One of Jacks more devious
schemes for sure which she was always a bit nervous about, but
she got to play in this one so the risk added excitement to her
life.

	Secretly, Sherry knew that sex was supposed to be good. She had
befriended a few of the moms she met at Janet's school. The women
talked about how great their sex lives were after they had opened
up for some real girl talk. Of course when she had heard that she
made sure everyone who would listen knew their stories and she
made sure to tell everyone how much of a slut they were. Her own
jealousy had made many enemies, however the busybodies in the PTA
loved being able to gossip so she was welcomed with open arms.

	Benny had been scouting for weeks now, and had come up empty.
Benny was a bit of a lech. He was skinny and average height. He
had this nervous cloud over him all the time and it showed in his
mannerisms. He was a creep as well, leering at any woman who
strayed into his line of sight. Women were driven from him, as if
he smelled of rotting shit. Benny was surely attracted to women,
but young girls as well. The mothers would move from their seats
with the kids when they saw how he looked at them and their
girls. He was a vile creature to be sure, but all he ever did was
look, so there was nothing anyone could do. Even when he paid for
sex, the working girls always charged him more.

	He would often be found here, in the lounge of the highest class
hotel the city of Boston had to offer. He was out of place and
would nurse his overpriced martini, perhaps even two, and scope
out the days attendees. He had a specific talent that Jack liked,
and Jack had given him the ability to use it to make money. Benny
could spot a schmuck from a mile away. They were called marks in
the business, but Benny was no long con artist. He could maintain
a con for a day, maybe two, but his paranoia and creepyness would
eventually set off the mark and he was done. Jack and Benny had
actually met on the sales team at Jacks office. He had maintained
that gig for three whole months, but had lost a big female client
because of what his boss called “Creep-benny-ness”. Charismatic
Jack had talked to the odd man and it had come out about his
ability, and his shortfalls.

	So now, in between jobs Benny scoured the city for the next meal
ticket. It was always the same story, they were always dressed
the same way, and carried themselves the same. He was looking for
an idiot who thought that money made them smarter than they were.
The last few he had found had been good, but 4 months ago he had
found a really good one, the mother lode of marks. That guy had
been pretty dumb though, and who carries that much cash around
with them anyway. Tommy, a random staying at this very hotel so
long ago, went back to Jacks old place to gamble his whole
briefcase away. Jack was the brains of the operation so he got
60%, but still that $75,000 had given him 30 grand to live off.
If he had been smart he would have put some away, but he wasn't.
Most of it went to the whores.

	So here he sits, alone on a Wednesday night, looking for the
next Tommy. Just as he was going to call it a night in walks
their next mark.

	Benny, on the phone with Jack afterwards in his car, goes on
about the new mark detailing everything he could get out of him
and his own observations. Its a perfect match, and the game will
be Friday night. Jack and Benny are really excited at the
prospects, Benny tells Jack he has a followup with the guy
Thursday and tells him he will call again the next night.

	Back at Jacks house the mood had lightened up some. Jack was
busy telling Sherry all about the poker game Friday night. She
knew her part of the plan already, and had successfully
distracted enough men to earn her keep many times over. The poker
games had started a year after Janet was born. One night when the
boys were supposed to be having a game and the house all to
themselves Janet had realized she had forgotten a few necessary
things at the house. She had gone to visit her mom across town
and instead of calling she decided to pop in and grab them while
her mom watched Janet.

	She had apologized to her mom for being so late, but Jack had
realized that her walking into the house all flustered and a
little wet from the rain had peeked the boys interest. She hadn't
started wearing her loose unformed clothes just yet. At first he
was going to simply put a beating to her for not only
interrupting the game but the somewhat revealing clothes she had
been wearing that were now plastered to her body. Every curve was
visible, and her dark hard nipples were like beacons against the
white satiny wet fabric. He did notice however that the boys
seemed to loose interest in the game enough for him to win the
hand. Being the opportunist he was he asked her to grab them some
beers and thus the con was invented. He was $2000 richer that
night, the price being his friends ogling his wife. All they got
was a look, and he got their money. That was a trade off he could
live with. After that there was no problems at all having poker
nights at his house.

	This carried on for some years, and Jacks friends stopped coming
but somehow he always found a new set of people to play with. His
problem was that money among his circles was too tight. He wanted
more, and then he met Barry.

	On the outside Sherry was submissive and simply nodded her head
and asked the standard questions, but on the inside she was
absolutely giddy. She knew exactly what she was going to wear.
Now according to Jack this guy was a high roller. She knew when
they had lots of money she was able to get away with being really
slutty and Jack would just pass it off as her being obedient. She
told herself she was not being a slut like those other women, but
something in her needed these nights to make her feel like a
woman and she would never admit that even to herself. That black
almost sheer dress from the boutique was calling to her and she
knew that she would be able to finally convince Jack to let her
buy some new poker clothes.

	Sherry had arranged for Janet to stay at her friends house, even
before Janet knew. Cindy wouldn't have been Janet's first choice
but Cindy's last name was Anderson, and thus the first of her
friends in her moms contact list. Sherry didn't care about what
Janet wanted at this moment, she was too excited about that
dress. Janet would never see her in it of course. Janet had no
idea about all her poker clothes hidden in a box in the closet.
She never wore anything but the same baggy clothes that Janet was
made to wear.