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   Jolene Listens Ch.  05

   My mind was still reeling from the events of the previous evening. 
Three of my friends from work actually got my wife to strip completely
naked for them, and one actually had sex with her.  My plan had worked
well, until the cops showed up.  The strange part is that while it was
exciting watching my wife under the control of my three coworkers, it was
even more of a turn on when I couldn't watch.  My imagination went wild in
the back of that police car, thinking about what might be happening.  It
was like an intense tease, a weird type of foreplay.  When Jolene finally
told me what had actually happened I was so turned on that when we fucked I
came harder than I could ever remember.  I didn't understand why I reacted
that way, and it scared me a little.

   At work I acted normally as if nothing had happened and the only thing
my three friends had to say was that they were still amazed that I had
actually hypnotized my wife and wished they could do the same to theirs. 
They said nothing about what happened after I left them alone with my wife,
not that I expected them to.  I listened for chatter and rumors around the
office for the next few days, but it appeared that they had kept their
mouths shut as they promised.  I felt relieved at that and decided not to
involve people from work in any more games with Jolene.  It was just too
dangerous.

   At home our sex life was very active and satisfying at first.  But after
a week, then two, things began to cool off; the edge from Jolene's
adventure with my coworkers wearing off.  I tried to see if I could regain
that edge by playing some less extreme games.  One of the things I tried
was having Jolene ride topless in the car while I drove down the highway.
At first it was fun, but the excitement didn't last long, maybe a couple of
days.  So I tried to heat things up more my having her strip completely
while I drove next to semi trucks.  Again that was a thrill, but it faded
quickly.

   Next I tried an old standard: I ordered a pizza for delivery and had
Jolene answer the door in a short robe with a loosely tied sash.  As she
handed over the money and reached for pizza she made sure that the robe
fell open and exposed her naked body to the delivery boy.  I watched from a
hidden location as his eyes got big and his mouth fell open.  Jolene
pretended to fumble with both the robe and pizza, managing to actually drop
the robe completely.  Of course a smart person would have dropped the pizza
instead, but then a smart person wouldn't have answered the door in only a
robe.  This was about exhibitionism and fantasy, not realism.  Anyway, at
that point after having given the delivery man an eyeful, she quickly
ducked back into the house and slammed the door.

   We had great sex after that, but the next day all we had was a cold
pizza.  It was then that I finally realized I wouldn't be satisfied with
these little games; I needed something more daring.  But what?  I thought
about going back to the bar and raising the stakes, but I couldn't go much
further than I did last time without having her just strip naked right in
the bar, and that would probably get her arrested.  Besides, Jolene and I
had to live in this town, so I couldn't risk sullying our reputations.

   A few days later I was still thinking about this while watching the
local news.  They had a report on a protest against a proposal to allow a
strip club to open in town.  That's when it hit me; nudity in a strip club
is normal, maybe even for the patrons.  There weren't any in our town, but
there was a larger city about a thirty minutes away that had a number of
such establishments.  I would need to do some research to select a suitable
club, and I would need to make some small adjustments in Jolene's
conditioning, but now I had a plan.

   It took me a week to put my plan into motion.  I had found a strip club
that seemed to have a pretty relaxed policy on female patrons that wished
to disrobe, at least partially.  It was in a somewhat seedier part of town,
but was clean inside and appeared to have good security.  I had planted the
idea in Jolene's mind that visiting a strip club would be exciting and that
watching women strip would be a sexy turn-on.  I also modified her "Shazam"
trigger so that when it was used she would be inclined to follow
suggestions if they were just asked in a polite manner.  The use of the
word "please" would still create a much stronger compulsion, of course,
especially when repeated.  Finally I added a new instruction that she was
to get bitchy and resistant if someone was rude or physically abusive.  I
felt this was necessary to balance the other directives, especially given
where we were going.

   I thought about all this as we pulled into the parking lot of the strip
club, making sure in my own mind that this was what I really wanted and was
ready for it.  I had not told my wife where we were going and when she
realized that this was our destination, and what kind of place it was, she
looked at me with a kind of expectant, questioning expression.  I was
nervous, but I tried to smile confidently.  I just said "Let's go." And
climbed out of the car.

   Jolene was wearing a stretchy, clingy top that showed plenty of cleavage
and a short skirt that barely covered her ass.  Underneath that she had on
a small pair of black thongs, but no bra.  This wardrobe was at my
insistence, so I allowed her to pick out the shoes.  She had selected a
semi-conservative dress shoe with a two-inch heel; for comfort she said.  I
was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.  This was her night to show off.

   I could feel the sexual tension between us rising with every step we
took towards the club.  The night was warm and a slight breeze teased
Jolene's hair.  The shape of her breasts were clearly visible under the
thin top; the protruding nipples evidence of her arousal.  Having never had
children they had little sag and jiggled provocatively with each step. 
Ahead the neon sign flashed "Exotic dancers" and "Totally nude" in garish
red light.

   "You look incredibly sexy.  This is going to be so much fun." I assured
her.  "Trust me, you are going to have a blast."

   As we neared the main entrance I could hear the music throbbing from
inside.  When I opened the door it was almost deafening compared to the
relative quiet outside.  As Jolene stepped through the threshold I noticed
how tight her ass was and how toned her legs were thanks to all the time
she had been spending in the gym the last few months.

   I paid my cover charge, which was waived for Jolene, and we made our way
into the club.  I found us a table a few rows back from the stage.  My wife
turned plenty of heads as we made our way there, despite the naked girl
dancing on the stage.  As Jolene was looking around, taking it all in, I
flagged down a cocktail waitress and ordered us each a drink.  With that
done I settled into watching my wife; I was really interested in seeing her
reaction to everything.  After she was done checking out the club and the
crowd she focused on the nude dancer.  After studying her for a few seconds
she turned and looked at me, her eyes twinkling devilishly.

   "What do you think?" I shouted in her ear.

   "Of what?"

   "For starters, the dancer." I replied.

   "She's OK, I guess, but I was expecting..." She trailed off, glancing at
the stage.

   "Expecting what?" I prodded, looking over at the nude form on the stage.

   "Oh, I don't know, beauty maybe." She said.  "She's just kind of plain
looking."

   I had to agree.  The current dancer, while not homely, was definitely
not pretty either, and her body was nothing to write home about either.  To
top it off she danced with a kind of indifference, almost mechanically.

   "Maybe some of the other dancers will be better." I shouted back. 
Actually I knew they had better dancers since I had already spent some time
at the place while I was checking out the clubs.  Our drinks arrived and we
both took a big slug; probably for the same reason: to calm jittery nerves.
Soon after that the music ended and the dancer left the stage.  She began
circulating in the audience trying to convince someone to pay her for a lap
dance, but there appeared to be no takers.

   Jolene and I took the opportunity to chat a little in the relative quiet
between the dancers.  As we were talking I noticed her eyes wander to our
left where a couple of clean-cut young men were just sitting down.  She
caught me watching her and quickly looked down.  Was that a little bit of a
blush I saw spread across her neck and face?  I glanced back to my left for
a moment.  They appeared to be in their early twenties, short cropped hair,
and in good shape physically.  If I had to guess I'd say they were in the
military.

   Another song started and a new girl strutted out onto the well-lit
stage. She was definitely much better looking than the last dancer, and was
much more voluptuous.  She was introduced as Vicki.  Her costume was a
cow-girl thing complete with a cowboy hat, an unbuttoned shirt tied at the
bottom, Daisy Dukes shorts, and knee-length swede boots.  Jolene seemed
much more interested in Vicki and I wasn't surprised.  What did surprise me
was the the two men to our left seemed to be watching my wife as much as
the dancer.  I was having a hard time keeping an eye on everybody without
making it too obvious.

   Vicki didn't take too long getting down to her g-string.  She had
marvelous tits.  They were at least D-cup size, maybe DD, with large areola
and prominent nipples.  From where I was sitting they looked completely
natural with just the right amount of sag.  Jolene finished her drink and
tried not to make it look like she was not too interested in Vicki, but I
think my wife was fascinated by her large tits and the way the bounced as
she danced.

   I flagged down the waitress and ordered us each another drink.  While I
did that I stole some glances at the military men to our left and caught
them staring at my wife a couple of times.  Things were getting
interesting, yes indeed.  When I looked back up to the stage Vicki had her
back turned to the audience and was teasing it by sliding her g-string down
over he ass, and then pulling it back up.  After she had done that a few
times she slowly and sensually pushed it all the way down to the floor. 
Now she was only wearing the hat.

   When she turned around and revealed her pussy I could see it was
completely shaved except for a small strip above the 'V', very much like I
kept Jolene's pubic area.  The rest of her routine was very good; Vicki was
quite athletic and showed off her assets creatively and erotically.  When
the music ended, Vicki, like the girl before her, walked out into the
audience to sell some lap dances.  I had a feeling she would sell quite a
few.

   Our drinks arrived and I caught Jolene looking at the two men to our
left again.  I decided to turn things up again and leaned into her
whispering "Shazam" in her ear.  Then I told her to invite the two men to
our table.  I could see the wheels turning in her head and then she made
eye contact with one of them and motioned with her hand to join us at our
table.  They readily accepted and introduced themselves as Jake and Randy.

   We chit chatted for a little bit and I found out that they were in the
Army and had recently returned from Iraq.  Right now they were on a ten day
leave and were visiting family near the city.  They didn't have a date for
the night, so they decided to come here.  They were friendly guys,
especially to my wife, not that I could blame them.  In fact, I liked they
way they looked at her.

   Vicki finally made her way to our table and asked if anybody wanted a
lap dance for twenty dollars.  Jake and Randy exchanged a few muttered
words between themselves.

   "Yes." Jake said and handed her a twenty.  "But not for me.  For her."
He pointed at my wife.

   Jolene gasped and looked at him in surprise.

   "Go ahead, it'll be fun." I intervened before she could refuse.  "You'll
see."

   Vicki came around the table to Jolene's chair and looked down at her. 
My wife looked up, right into Vicki's bit tits.

   "Like what you see?" Vicki asked in a sultry voice and shook her big
boobs.

   Jolene turned red with embarrassment and looked down.  Vicki began
dancing and pushing her tits into my wife's face.  Jake and Randy cheered
them both on.  While this was happening I got up and pulled Jolene's chair
out from the table.  Vicki lost no time in sitting down on my wife's lap,
facing away from her.  After grinding her ass into Jolene's crotch for a
while she turned around so that she was facing her.  Vicki put her hand
under Jolene's chin and brought her head up.  As Vicki was gyrating on my
wife's lap she lifted up her tits and rubbed them across Jolene's face.  It
was a very erotic sight for me and from the look on my wife's face and her
increased breathing rate, I was guessing that she was enjoying it as well.

   Vicki leaned forward and whispered something in Jolene's ear.  My wife
responded by nodding yes.  Vicki reached down and lifted Jolene's top up
exposing her bare tits.  I almost gasped; this was unexpected, but I loved
it.  Vicki rubbed her tits across Jolene's, making her nipples even harder,
if that was possible.  As the dance neared an end Vicki leaned in quickly
and placed a big kiss on Jolene's lips, leaving a surprised look on my
wife's face.  I really owed our new friends for that.

   After Vicki climbed off her lap, Jolene just sat there for a few
seconds, flushed and breathing hard with her tits still exposed.  Jake,
Randy, and I just sat there looking at her with silly grins on our faces.
Suddenly there was applause from a couple of the other tables around us. 
That snapped Jolene out of her reverie and she pulled her top back down.  I
hadn't even realized that she was giving a show to so many men; what a turn
on!

   "Shit, that was so hot!" Randy exclaimed.

   "You're right about that, bro." Jake agreed.

   Jolene was embarrassed by their remarks, but I could also tell that she
liked it.

   "You are one lucky son of a bitch, man." Randy told me.  "If I had a
sexy woman like that at home, with great tits like that, I'd have her
topless all the time."

   "I'm still thinking about them." Jake said as he looked right at my
wife's tits.

   "After such nice complements I think you should give the guys another
good look at your tits, honey." I suggested to my wife.

   She knew it was more than a suggestion and without hesitation pulled her
shirt up over her tits, exposing them again in the crowded room.

   "Oh yeah!  That's what I'm talking about baby!" Randy hooted.  This got
the attention of all the other tables near us and soon she had quite a few
men commenting on how hot and sexy should looked.  After a minute or so she
lowered her top again.

   "Do you really think I'm hot?" She asked Jake and Randy.

   "Shit yeah!" Randy said.

   "You're hotter than any of the strippers I've seen here so far." Jake
informed her.

   "Really?  Don't you think Vicki was hot?  I mean, she has bigger boobs
than me." Jolene replied.

   "Yeah, but size isn't everything.  Yours are much nicer." Randy
explained.  "A sexier shape and hotter nipples."

   "Oh you're just saying that to be nice." She said coyly and smiled at
him.

   "No, really." He insisted.  "I'd much rather get a lap dance from you."

   "Oh, I doubt that." Jolene demurred.

   "Actually they have private little cubicles back over there" I pointed
off towards the back of the place "just for private lap dances.  They allow
any couples to use them as long as you pay the twenty dollar fee." I
explained.  "I think if the guys are willing to pay the fee, you should
give them the chance to prove it, Jolene."

   "Absolutely!  And I have a twenty right here." Randy said as he slapped
a twenty down on the table.

   "I'm not sure that's a good idea." Jolene replied.

   "Please, I'll be a good boy." He begged.  Bingo!  He used the magic
word.

   "And I'll tag along to make sure he is." I added, although I really just
wanted to watch.  In fact, I was kind of hoping he would be a bad boy.

   "OK, OK" She giggled.  "Let's go."

   The three of us walked back to the private area.  The hired muscle there
gave us the rundown: The man has to keep his clothes on and he can't touch
the woman; he must keep his hands at his side or in his lap.  The woman
could only strip down to her panties; if she didn't have panties then she
had to keep her pants or skirt on.  The woman could touch the man, except
for his genitals.  They would get five minutes and they would be on camera
the entire time, although he explained that they don't usually watch the
entire performance; it was just there for spot checking as required by law.

   When I tried to go back with them he informed me that only two were
allowed in the cubicle at a time.  I told him that I was her husband and
just wanted to make sure her "friend" did not break any of the rules.  He
led me into a small locked room with a monitor and punched up the camera
over the cubicle that Randy and Jolene were in.  The view was directly
overhead, which was optimal for watching something like this.

   Randy was sitting in an armless chair, hands in his lap, palms up.  This
was actually pretty clever because when Jolene sat down he would be
effectively holding her ass, but it wouldn't be a violation of the rules
because technically she was touching him.  As long as he appeared to remain
passive he would probably get away with it, although I had no doubt he
would take maximum advantage of it.

   My wife danced briefly in front of him before taking off her top.  It
was very erotic watching her shake her bare tits at him, and at one point
leaning over him and dangling them right in front of his face.  After that
he said something to her, but I couldn't tell what it was since there was
no sound, only video.

   Jolene backed off a step and started wiggling out of her skirt.  Randy
seemed mesmerized as she slid it down her shapely legs and dropped it on
the floor.  From the overhead camera I didn't have the best view of her
snatch, but I knew what Randy was seeing.  The thong was pretty small and
barely covered her shaved muff.  It was probably also wet with her juices
by now, so it would look even hotter.

   Now she began a sensual little dance where she not only gyrated her hips
at him, but she began running her hands over her tits and down over her
pussy.  Randy was squirming in the chair a bit, obviously finding it hard
to sit still while my sexy wife was just inches away strutting her stuff
wearing only a skimpy thong.  I even observed him adjust his pants to
accommodate his stiffening cock.

   Their time was about half over and I think Jolene sensed it because she
turned around and sat down squarely on his lap.  Her bare ass was in his
hands and I don't have any doubt that he was squeezing her wonderful
cheeks. For her part my wife wiggled and ground her ass into his lap,
pushing back into his crotch as well.  I'm sure that felt good on his
engorged manhood.

   After teasing him like this for about half a minute, Jolene stood up,
turned around, and sat back down, fully astride him.  Again she was sitting
on his hands, but now as she ground into his erection it was with her
pussy. She also began to rub her tits into his face; he had to look down
and kind of hunch over for it to work, but it looked like he was more than
willing.  After a bit I noticed that her nipples appeared to sparkle like
they were wet.  At first I thought it was a trick of the light, but
eventually realized that he was sneaking his tongue out when she ran her
tits across his mouth.

   By the end of the "dance" she was shamelessly dry-humping him and he was
even thrusting back a little.  I could tell that he was almost holding her
up with is hands and had a good grip on her ass.  But the music stopped and
a little buzzer sounded to mark the end of their time in the cubicle.  They
both looked disappointed as Jolene climbed off of his lap and started to
get dressed.

   When they came out of the private area I could clearly see that the
front of his pants were wet!  I didn't know if this was leakage from him or
my wife's juices; probably some of both.  So far this night was turning out
better than I had hoped.

   On the way back to the table I notice a tall quiet guy sitting directly
behind us.  I was a little surprised to see someone there because I had not
heard from him like some of the other tables around us.  But I put him out
of my mind; if he was not enjoying the show, fuck him.

   After we were all seated again Randy bragged that he was right: Jolene
was a fantastic lap dancer.  He said he almost shot his load in his pants.
Then Jake asked her for a private lap dance too, pulling out his own
twenty. Jolene sighed and acted reluctant, but I knew better; she really
enjoyed grinding on Randy's lap and wanted to do the same for Jake.  From
my point of view Jake was the better looking of the two, although they were
both far from ugly.  From the way that my wife had been watching them I
think she agreed with my assessment.

   So off we went back to the private area with me watching on the
surveillance camera.  Jolene stripped much quicker this time and was
grinding on Jake's lap before the first minute was out.  And just like
Randy, he had his hands under her ass the entire time.  Not only did she
dry-hump him and rub her tits in his face, but she also kissed him deeply
for a long time.

   Near the end of the dance she stood up and rubbed her pussy in his face.
She still had her thong on, of course, but it looked like it had been
pulled up into her slit, so effectively she was using her bare lips.  The
guy monitoring told her to sit back down after a few seconds, but Jake's
face by this time was shiny from her lubrication.

   The song ended soon after that and again they both looked disappointed
that it was over.  When we returned to our table some of the men in the
tables around us started asking for a lap dance too.  Jolene laughed and
said "maybe", but she had to go to the ladies room first.

   After she sashayed towards the back where the restrooms were, Randy,
Jake, and I high-fived each other and agreed that my wife was one hot
bitch. Then a new act was announced: Kris.  I was intrigued when large
portable shower stall was wheeled out on the the stage.

   "This could be good." I commented and both men agreed.

   Kris was a beautiful blond with shoulder length hair and a killer body.
She was clad only in a short robe, which she removed quickly once the music
started.  Then she started the shower and stepped inside.  I've always
found it erotic to watch a woman shower, and this time was no different. 
There's something really sexy about the way the water runs off their body
and makes it glisten in the light.

   But that was just the tease.  Next she picked up a bottle of liquid
soap, turned around and squirted a big gob of the bright green goo onto her
back, right between her shoulder blades.  It started slowly running down
her spine, of course, as she undulated her body in time with the music. 
Her exaggerated hip motions caused the green liquid to alternately slow
down and then speed up on it's journey down her back.  Finally it rolled
into the crack of her marvelous ass, following that heavenly canyon until
it dripped erotically onto the floor.

   It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen on a stage before.  But it was
about to get better, because then she turned around and squirted more green
soap onto her chest.  This time though, she ran a heavy line of the bright
green liquid all the way across, so that it ran not only down between her
tits, but over them as well.  I was captivated watching it drip off her
nipples and the undersides of those wonderful globes.

   The small green river running across her perfect belly got my attention
as well.  We all watched with rapt attention as it flowed down and over her
small pubic hair "landing strip" and onto her hot pussy.  Just like her
ass, it pooled into her slit and continued downwards until it dripped off
the bottom of her cunt lips and onto the floor.  Drip, splatter, drip,
splatter.

   For some reason the spell that Kris had me under broke and I realized
that my wife had still not returned.  I looked around, but I did not see
her, so I decided that I had better find out where she was.  In her current
state of mind there was no telling what might happen.  It didn't really
register with me at the time, but the table behind us was now empty.

   I walked back to where the restrooms were, but I didn't see Jolene
anywhere.  I knocked on the door to the ladies room and called out to see
if anyone was in there, but received no answer, so I walked in.  There was
nobody in sight and the stalls were all empty.  Now I was getting worried
and started to cuss myself for not keeping a closer eye on my wife.

   I walked out of the ladies room and looked around.  I noticed the
bouncer over by the private area and went over to talk to him.

   "Hey, man, remember me?" I asked.

   "Yeah, sure.  What do you need?" He responded.

   "Have you seen my wife around?" I asked.  "She went to the bathroom a
little bit ago and now I can't locate her."

   "Yeah, she went outside with some white guy." He answered, pointing
towards a door I had not noticed before.

   "Did she go willingly?" I asked with more urgency.

   He gave me a wounded look.  "What do you take me for?  I wouldn't have
let him drag her out.  I even stopped them and asked her if she was OK. 
She said she was fine, so I let them go.  Sometimes couples go out back to
fuck, you know."

   I had one last question.  "How long ago was this?"

   "I don't know, maybe ten or fifteen minutes."

   Shit, they had a big lead on me.  "OK Thanks." I said over my shoulder
on my way out.  The door had a dingy "EXIT" sticker on it and was not well
lit; no wonder I had not noticed it before.

   I found myself outside in an alley.  I looked up and down the dark
channel between the buildings, but I didn't see my wife.  I did notice a
wino sitting on the ground nearby.  I approached him intending to ask if he
had seen Jolene and which way she had gone when I noticed that he had
something partially sticking out of his pocket.  It looked out of place so
I looked at it closely.  It was black and delicate looking.  Then it hit
me: it was a pair of thong panties, just like the kind my wife was wearing.

   "Hey, where did you get those?" I demanded to know, pointing at the
underwear in his pocket.

   He reflexively put his hand over them.  "They're mine." He declared
defensively.

   "Don't worry, I'm not going to take them." I assured him.  "I just want
to know where you got them."

   "I didn't steal them, if that's what you think."

   "Look, I'm not a cop, I just want to know; did you get them from a sexy
gal wearing a tight top and a short black skirt?"

   He looked at me through slitted eyes.  "Maybe.  What's it to ya?"

   I flipped out a twenty and dangled it in front of him.  "Just tell me
how you got them." I said.

   He licked his lips as he looked at the twenty.  "OK, I'll tell you. 
You're right, this skinny white guy and foxy lady come out of the titty bar
back door.  I sit here on Friday and Saturday nights because sometimes
people come out into my alley to fuck, they get so hot watching the girls
dance.  Don't know why women go to titty bars, though.  Pretty fucked up if
you ask me."

   "The panties." I reminded him.

   "I'm getting there.  Anyways, this couple comes out and when the man
sees me they come over.  Sometimes they wants an audience, so I just stay
cool and maybe they'll feel sorry for me and give me some cash.  So he asks
the fox to show me her tits, and she does.  Nice rack too.  Then he asks
her to lift her skirt and she does that too.  I said I liked her undies, so
he tells her to take them off and give them to me.  I didn't think she
would, but she stripped them right off and handed them over.  She had a
sweet cunt, shaved smooth and all.  This gave me a woody and when the dude
sees that he tells me that if I ask her nice like to give me a blow job
that she might.  I figure this is bullshit, but what the hell, know what I
mean?" He stopped his narrative and looked at me.  I just nodded and he
continued.

   "So I asks her real nice, but she shakes her head no, so I figure that's
it, right?  But the skinny dude tells me to say 'please', so I ask again if
she will please blow me, and can you fucking believe it, she crouched down
and sucked my cock like a pro.  She had a great mouth, that one.  Popped my
cork too quick, but I sure as hell enjoyed it while it lasted.  She
swallowed it all too!  Yeah, a real pro." He finished and grabbed the
twenty.

   My heart was beating fast now and I was worried what else this pervert
was going to do with my wife.  "Where did they go?" I asked.

   He held out his hand and I peeled off another twenty.

   "The went that way," he pointed down the alley, "and went into the pool
hall door." He said.  "It's about half way down."

   I gave him the bill I was holding and headed quickly in the direction he
had pointed.  I looked at each door I came to looking for some indication
that one was a pool hall.  I had to find Jolene quickly; it was my fault
she was in this mess.  If anything happened to her I would never forgive
myself.

   About half way down the alley, just as the wino had said, I came across
a door with the name "Al's Ballards" stenciled on it.  I pulled on the
handle and it opened with a squeak.  I stepped inside the pool hall.  It
was well lit and reasonably clean looking.  A little surprising for this
part of the city.  I looked around quickly but didn't see my wife.

   I spied an older black man cleaning up around one of the pool tables and
I walked over to him.

   "Hi there." I addressed him.

   "Hello.  What can I do for you?" He asked.

   "I'm wondering if you've recently seen a skinny white guy with a sexy
looking woman wearing a short skirt." I queried.

   "Sure have mister." He said carefully.  "What's it to ya?"

   I was really starting to get agitated.  "She's my wife and I've got to
find her before something bad happens." I said angrily.

   "Oh shit, sorry man.  Yeah, I seen her.  She came in here with that
white trash Daryl.  I thought something was fishy, the way she looked and
all." He said almost apologetically.

   "What do you mean, the way she looked?" I asked.

   "Her eyes were kind of glazed over, you know, like maybe she was drugged
or something." He replied.

   If only he knew it was more my fault than Daryl's, I thought.  "So where
is she?"

   "I don't know." He answered.

   "Well, what do you know?" I asked, exasperated.

   "Hey, don't get mad at me man, I didn't do anything with your wife." He
responded.

   "OK, OK.  Please just tell me what happened." I said apologetically.

   "Well, when Daryl and your woman shows up Daryl asks if Tyrone is
around. Now Tyrone is a brother, but a bad dude, if you know what I mean.
Anyway I tell Daryl that Tyrone is in the back shooting pool with some of
Daryl's white trash friends, so he heads back their with your lady.  I'm
kind of suspicious, see, so I follow them back and start cleaning a table
nearby.  I wasn't close enough to hear what they said, but I can tell you
what I saw, yes sir, I can tell you that." He paused dramatically for no
obvious reason.

   "Go ahead." I prompted him.

   "Well, that Daryl went right up to Tyrone and started talking to him.  I
could tell he was up to something, because he wasn't usually so bold around
Tyrone.  Like I said, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could
tell they was talking about your lady because Tyrone kept looking at her.
But whatever Daryl was saying Tyrone wasn't buying it because he said
"Bullshit" loud enough for even me to hear it.  But that skinny white-trash
just smiled and said something to your woman.  I about shit my pants when
she lifted her top and showed those boys her nice titties.  Tyrone was
surprised, he was, but I guess he wasn't impressed because then Daryl said
something else to the lady and she lifts up her skirt.  Shit, she wasn't
wearing anything underneath it either.  Man she has a nice ass." He
proclaimed.

   I just looked hard at him.

   "Oh, sorry man.  Anyways Daryl and Tyrone take a couple of steps away
and start negotiating for something.  I can always tell when they doing
that.  Daryl kept shaking his head 'No', but after a while he agreed on a
price.  Then Tyrone pulled out a big wad of cash and peeled off a whole lot
of bills and handed them over to Daryl.  Then Tyrone left with your woman."

   "What?" I shouted.

   "Hey, he didn't force her; she went willingly.  In fact, she was
smiling. And besides, what could I do, I couldn't go up against Tyrone,
Daryl and his posse." He explained.

   "OK, OK.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." I apologized.  "I'm
just worried about my wife.  Do you know where Tyrone went?"

   "No, but Daryl does, and he's right over there." He said and pointed to
a back room.  "Good luck."

   I walked into the back room.  There was a single pool table in the small
room with three young men around it.  I looked at the tall one and
recognized him as the guy that was sitting behind us at the strip club. 
"Are you Daryl?" I asked him.

   "Yeah, what's it to you?" He answered in an arrogant tone.

   I walked right up and stood in front of him.  "Where's my wife?" I
demanded.

   "Ah, of course, you're Jolene's hubby.  Well Tyrone has her now dude,
but don't worry, he'll let her go when he gets tired of her -- in a few
days!" He laughed.

   "Tell me where Tyrone hangs out." I said, my voice dripping with venom.

   "I don't have to tell you shit, dickless.  Now get the fuck out of here
before we kick your chicken shit ass." He threatened as his two friends
approached me, one from the side and the other from behind.

   I knew that I was in for a fight, and I had to win.  This meant that I
had to strike first and hard.  I didn't care about Daryl's 'posse', but I
had to keep him conscious.  So I used a powerful side kick to take out the
guy to my left.  My foot struck him right in his breadbasket, taking the
wind right out of him.  This took them by surprise and I used that to my
advantage to punch Daryl in the stomach.  I knew the guy behind me was
starting to react to my attacks so I tried to take him out with a spinning
heel kick, but he blocked it with his forearm, probably because he had it
up to grab me.  Even so, he still closed the gap and tried to grab me.  I
didn't let him pull me down, I had too much practice in dirty-boxing to
allow that.  I threw a couple of shots to his body and then landed an elbow
to the side of his head.  That stunned him enough to allow me to get a good
grip on him for a judo throw.  He crashed right into Daryl, taking them
both out for the moment.

   Now the first guy I kicked was just recovering so I ran at him and
jumped up hitting him with a flying knee right in on the chin.  He was out
before he hit the ground.  I turned and kicked Daryl's other friend in the
side of the head as he was trying to untangle himself from Daryl on the
ground.  That took all the fight out of him and he crawled under the pool
table to hide.  I grabbed Daryl as he tried to crawl away too and pulled
him to his feet, putting him into standing kimora, a nasty arm/shoulder
lock.  If you know what you are doing, you can get out of this hold, but he
didn't have a clue.

   "Ow, you're hurting my arm, man." He complained.

   "I'll tear it off and beat you with it if you don't take me to Tyrone."
I hissed at him through clenched teeth and twisted his arm a little more.

   "OK, OK, just don't break my arm!" He whined.

   I let up the pressure on his arm a little.  I looked around and saw the
black proprietor looking at me in awe.  I pushed Daryl out of the little
back room and into the main part of the establishment.  Then I got behind
him and grabbed his belt.

   "If you try to run or pull anything on me, I'll break your neck." I told
him.  "Do you believe me?"

   "I'll take you to Tyrone, but you're on your own after that.  He's a
crazy bastard." Daryl answered.

   "Just take me there." I snarled and pushed him out the front door.

   He led me down the street for about a block and then around a corner.  A
block later he stopped and pointed to a bar on the corner.  "That's where
Tyrone and his posse hang out.  Now let me go."

   "Not just yet." I said as I studied the place from across the street.  I
doubted that Jolene was in the bar and even if she was I didn't want to
just rush in the front.  From my vantage point it looked like the building
was quite deep, much more than you'd need for a corner bar.

   "What's in the back?" I asked.

   "Just offices and an old warehouse." Daryl answered.

   "There must be a back door.  Show me." I demanded.

   "You can't get in that way, they have a security system." He objected.

   "Don't worry about that, just show me." I barked.  He walked around the
corner and led me down an alley in back.  About twenty feet off the street
he pointed to a heavy steel door with a small set of stairs in front of it.
Next to the door was a card reader for the security system.

   "OK, give me your shoe laces." I ordered.

   "What?  Why?"

   "Just do it or I'll break your legs." I snarled.

   When I had his shoe laces I used them to tie him up to a electrical
conduit attached to the building.  "If I find my wife and get her out of
there I'll come back and untie you, but if you were lying to me I'm coming
back to start breaking bones." I told him.

   "I didn't lie to you, this is Tyrone's place.  I'm sure he brought her
here." He whined.

   "For your sake you had better be right." I warned and walked up to the
door.

   I had recognized the security system.  It was made by a company I used
to work for.  These systems had a maintenance mode that was on by default
from the factory and most installers were lazy and left it enabled.  When
this mode was enabled a specially encoded access card would open any door
and I just happened to still have one of these cards.  You never know when
something like that could come in handy.  I pulled the card out of my
wallet and presented it to the reader.  This was the moment of truth.  If
it worked the light would turn green and the door would unlock, otherwise
it would flash red.

   The green light came on and the lock disengaged with an audible click. I
pulled the door open and slipped inside.  I was standing in a short, dingy
hallway illuminated by a bare 100 watt bulb hanging from the ceiling.  I
crept down the hall and found it took a 90 degree turn to the right.  I
followed it a little further and came out into a larger room that was
stacked with old crates.  This must be the warehouse that Daryl had
mentioned.  I could hear some sounds, maybe voices ahead so I kept moving
forward, slowly.

   As I emerged from the crates I saw something that will forever be burned
into my memory.  It was a bizarre scene but the most erotic I had ever seen
in my life up until then.  A corner of the warehouse had been emptied of
crates.  In their place were some chairs and leather benches around the
periphery.  On the one wall I could see clearly there were some racks and
hooks containing items that might be more at home in a horse barn.  There
were whips, riding crops, ropes, and leather harnesses of different types.
And there were some items that I couldn't identify immediately.  The area
was well lit, although I hung back in the shadows among the crates I had
been moving through.  There were a number of people present as well, but
the one that had riveted my attention was my wife, Jolene.

   She was buck naked and suspended above the floor by her arms and legs
using ropes that went up to pulleys attached to the rafters.  There were
leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the ropes attached to the cuffs.
Both of her hands were held above her head with a single rope, and there
was a separate rope on each ankle such that her legs were bent back to the
point where the heels of her feet were almost touching her ass.  This
forced her body into a posture where her chest and hips were thrust
forward.

   It didn't look particularly comfortable, but she wasn't complaining; she
was moaning in pleasure.  This was probably because a black man was
standing behind her thrusting what looked to be a long thin cock into her
pussy.  There was also a black woman in a latex dominatrix outfit standing
in front of Jolene alternately whipping her tits with a riding crop and
licking them.  I had never seen anything like it; I never even imagined
that anything like it was possible.  My cock got hard so fast that I became
light-headed.

   I knew I should stop it, but I couldn't move.  My arms and legs felt
like they were made of lead.  My heart was hammering in my chest and my
mouth was as dry as cotton as I watched my wife being brought closer and
closer to the brink of a massive orgasm.  The man had amazing discipline,
keeping up a consistent pace without cumming.  The woman was expertly
working Jolene's tits and clit with her riding crop and tongue.  I could
tell that she wouldn't last long now; the telltale signs of her impending
climax were apparent.  First she started trembling, head to foot.  Then her
hips started jerking uncontrollably; weakly at first but building stronger
as the assault on her sexually charged body continued.  Finally her entire
body went stiff and she moaned loudly, thrashing her head back and forth as
she reached her climax.  The man and the woman, however, continued their
stimulation of my wife causing a series of spasms to rack her beautiful
sweat-covered body even after her orgasm was done.

   Shortly the man threw his head back, thrust his cock into my wife's
pussy one last time, and groaned loudly.  The dominatrix reached under
Jolene and fondled his balls as he shot his cum deep into her womb.  I was
very glad she was on the pill.  After he was empty he withdrew his cock
quickly and even from where I was I could see his jism pour out of her
cunt, leaving a puddle on the floor.  I couldn't believe that someone could
cum that much.  Maybe some of it was Jolene's lubrication mixed in too, but
it was still an amazing sight.

   Even though my wife was in pretty good shape I could see she was
starting to cramp from that suspended position, and perhaps her captors did
as well because they lowered her down onto a bench that they had just
pushed under her.  That's when I noticed a guy with a video camera coming
in for a closeup of her dripping pussy.  In fact, when I looked around I
saw a couple of other cameras on tripods off to the sides.  Shit!  They
were recording this, probably for sale on the Internet.  Somehow I had to
stop this now.

   I peeked around the crates I was hiding behind and saw a couple of other
nude black guys, waiting for their turn with my apparently compliant wife.
Then in the other direction I saw another big dude that looked like a body
guard.  I had to take him out first if I was going to rescue my wife.  I
used the crates to sneak up on the guard, circling around him.  Over his
shoulder I could see the dominatrix in a sixty-nine with Jolene, keeping
him and everyone else distracted.

   When I was in position I slipped my arm around his neck and cinched in a
perfect rear-naked choke.  He went limp in seconds, demonstrating the power
of a blood-choke.  I left the choke on for a few seconds longer than I
would in the gym because I wanted him out for a while and lowered him
quietly to the floor.  I frisked him and not surprisingly found a hand-gun;
a Glock G-19 nine-millimeter semi-automatic, to be precise.  I was very
familiar with this weapon.  I owned one myself.  I quickly checked the
clip; it was full.

   I stepped out into the light.  "OK, that's enough!" I shouted, making
sure they saw the pistol.  "Nobody move." Even I winced at the clichÃ(C).

   They all looked at me like deer in the headlights.  I waved the pistol
in what I hoped was a menacing fashion at the three naked men.  "Get down
on the floor and put your hands over your heads or I'll kill every one of
you bastards!" I screamed.  I almost called them 'fuckers', but I caught
myself in time.  I wanted them scared, not laughing at a stupid unintended
joke.  Two of them laid down so fast that it almost looked like I had shot
them, but not the third one.  Tyrone, I guessed.

   "I mean it!" I said with as much authority as I could and pulled back
the slide on the Glock to chamber a round, but Tyrone just smiled at me. 
That's when I saw Jolene's eyes go wide out of the corner of my vision, but
before she could warn me I felt someone grab me from behind.  It must be
the guard; I must not have choked him long enough and he came to.

   He wrapped both of his arms around my upper arms, pinning them to my
body.  He tried to crush me hard enough to make me drop the gun, and
although he was strong I didn't let go of the pistol.  Tyrone seized the
moment and rushed towards us.  I couldn't let him reach me, and although I
couldn't really aim very well I still squeezed off two rounds in his
general direction.  The sound in the small warehouse was deafening.  I saw
Tyrone dive for the floor, but I didn't know if I had hit him or not
because the guard spun me around in an effort to keep me from shooting at
his boss.  In the process he also managed trip me and we fell to the ground
in a tangle.

   The pistol went spinning away, but I didn't need it, I was a good
wrestler and a purple belt in Jujitsu.  As we hit the floor I was already
scrambling for position.  He was strong, I'll give him that, but he was
outclassed in grappling and soon I had him in an arm-bar.  Normally in the
gym an opponent would tap at this point admitting defeat and I'd let up
before breaking his arm, so it was a strange feeling when the guards arm
snapped.  He howled in pain and anger, which I rewarded with a vicious
elbow to the face and a heel to the ribs.  I think that heel may have
cracked one of his ribs because he curled up into a ball and stopped trying
to fight me.

   I sprung up and looked around for the pistol.  It was about ten feet
away and Tyrone was crawling towards it.  I ran over and easily got to it
before he did.  When I pointed the weapon at him he stopped and just glared
at me menacingly while holding his leg.  It looks like wounded him with one
of my shots, but it didn't look life threatening.  I looked over to where I
had last seen my wife.  The dominatrix was sprawled out on the floor, out
cold it looked like.  Jolene was holding a police baton and standing over
the other two men, one of which looked pretty beat up.  The other one was
just cowering in fear.  It looked like that self-defense training had
really come in handy.

   I knew we didn't have much time, someone will have heard those shots. 
So while Jolene got dressed I grabbed all the tapes out of the video
cameras and warned them that anybody that followed us would get shot.  Then
I led Jolene quickly out the way I had come.  When we got outside I cut
Daryl loose and also warned him about following us, waving the Glock in his
face.  He ran out of the alley in one direction while we went in the other.

   I was a little turned around because of the strange way I had gotten
there, but after a few wrong turns we managed to get back to the strip club
and our car.  I'm telling you I got out of there as fast as I could without
getting into an accident or attracting the attention of the police.  A few
miles away I stopped by a big dumpster and threw in the pistol after wiping
it clean and removing the clip.  It was probably stolen and I didn't want
to have any more to do with it.

   We drove in silence for a while and then Jolene started crying.  I
pulled her to me and held her tight.

   "I'm so sorry this happened to you." I said.

   "It's not your fault," she sobbed, "it's mine.  I should never have gone
with Daryl.  I shouldn't have listened to him."

   "No, I should never taken you to that place, and for sure I should never
have taken my eyes off of you once we were there." I countered.  "You just
acted the way I've been asking you to, the way I like it.  It was that
creep Daryl that took advantage of the situation, but I should have been
protecting you, so it's his fault and mine, but not yours."

   She clung to me for the rest of the trip telling me how much she loved
me.  I felt so bad because I knew it was mostly my fault for conditioning
her the way I did and then letting her loose in a place full of horned-up
men.  That wasn't the worst part, though.  Despite everything that had
happened, I am ashamed to admit I was still extremely turned on.  I
wrestled with these conflicting feelings all the way home, but eventually
resolved to remove the "Shazam" trigger.  It was just too dangerous.

   When we got home I put Jolene under and started the long process of
removing the trigger.  Something like this really couldn't be removed, but
it could be buried deeply.  It would take a number of additional sessions
over the next week or so, but I was determined to bury it so deep that it
would be impossible to recover it or create a similar one.  There would be
no more adventures like the one we just had, of that I was sure.

   I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.



   Jolene Listens Ch.  06

   The next two weeks were great for Jolene and I.  We had sex every day
and sometimes more.  And almost every time we both had fantastic,
mind-blowing orgasms.  Whenever it looked like we were in danger of slowing
down we just watched the video from the warehouse and off we went on
another multi-day binge.  We couldn't maintain that pace for long though,
and after a couple more weeks we had slowed down to a more normal rate of
making love every other day or so.

   It was about this time that I started wishing that I had not erased the
"Shazam" trigger.  Then I would remind myself what had happened at the
strip club, and how close we had come to disaster and came to the
conclusion that I had done the right thing.  But still I fantasized about
what fun we could have had if I had not erased it.

   Not that I had anything to complain about really.  Jolene was almost the
perfect wife now.  Our relationship was better than ever; we still had
disagreements, but we hardly ever argued anymore.  She did more than her
share of the housework and continued to work out at the gym.  In fact, I
was amazed at how far she had come in her martial arts.  She was now quite
capable of defending herself now, if she had to, and getting better every
week.  Our love life, although it had cooled a bit, was still great. 
Jolene was a wonderful and imaginative lover.  She still dressed
provocatively for me and no longer appeared to be self conscious of her
body.  In fact, she seemed to enjoy showing it off for me.  So, indeed, I
had nothing to complain about whatsoever, I had everything I every wanted
in a wife.  Didn't I?

   This was the situation when the next shock to our relationship occurred.
We were out at one of the local drinking establishments after dinner and a
movie.  The band was local, but not too bad, and Jolene was dressed to the
nines looking as sexy as ever.  I was looking into her eyes and
contemplating a nice romantic love-making session later on when someone
stepped up to our table.

   "Excuse me." A male voice said.  I looked up into a youthful face.  He
was perhaps twenty years old and looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't
place him.

   "Yes." I said politely.  "What can I do for you?"

   "I don't know if you remember me," he started a little uncertainly, "but
I sure remember you." He was looking at Jolene as he ended this sentence.
"My friends and I made a bet, and you helped decide it.  I still have the,
ah, proof."

   Jolene looked surprised, and maybe a bit embarrassed.  We really never
expected to see this young man again.

   "Oh, yes, forgive me for not recognizing you right away.  I hope your
little prize still brings you fond memories." I said, hoping that it did.

   "Yes, yes, it has.  In fact, I think about your wife quite often." He
replied, now looking a little nervous himself.

   "Is that a fact?" I mused.  "I'm Peter and my lovely wife is Jolene. 
And you are?"

   "Um, my name is Roger."

   "OK, Roger, it's nice to make your acquaintance, again.  So what can we
do for you?" I repeated my initial question.

   "Well, as I've said, I think about that night a lot and I've always
regretted that I didn't ask her to dance." Roger answered.  "And I vowed to
myself that if I ever saw you again, I would."

   "Well, I wouldn't want to interfere with a vow.  Go ahead and ask her."
I said, feeling a little of the lost excitement coming back.

   "Would you please dance with me?" He asked my wife politely.  My heart
skipped a beat on the "please", but I had to remind myself that those days
were gone.

   "Only because you asked nicely." She replied, but there was a look in
her eyes that I'd not seen in a while...nah, it was just my overworked
imagination.

   They moved to the small dance floor and joined the five or six other
couples already there.  It was a standard rock beat and I enjoyed watching
her dance.  Roger wasn't too bad himself, certainly better than me, so I
wasn't surprised when they stayed for the next song as well.

   After that the band switched to a slow ballad and it looked like Jolene
was going to return to our table, but Roger held onto her hand and said
something that I couldn't make out.  I was surprised when she stepped back
to him and moved in close for a slow dance.  Several more couples took to
the dance floor and my sight-line to her was blocked much of the time, but
from what I could see Roger was holding my wife tightly against his young
body as they swayed to the slow beat.

   A couple of times I could have sworn that I saw his hand on her ass, but
I didn't think she would allow that unless she was under some sort of
post-hypnotic directive, and I hadn't given her any.  Then I also thought I
caught a quick glance of them kissing while in a tight embrace.  But no, I
must have seen a different couple; there were several out there that were
kissing after all.

   When the song was over the band took a break and all the couples headed
back to their tables, except for Jolene and Roger.  They were nowhere to be
seen!  I looked around quickly to see if maybe they went back to his table,
or the bar, or the bathrooms.  But no, I didn't see them anywhere in the
place!  I was starting to panic.  I could feel my gut tighten just like it
did a month ago at that strip club.  Those memories all came streaming back
with astonishing clarity.

   I had just seen her not more than thirty or forty seconds ago, so she
couldn't have gotten far.  I stood up and quickly strode over to the dance
floor, hoping for a clue as to where they had gone.  When I got there I
scanned the area and spied a rear door.  As I walked towards it I realized
that it was an emergency exit and not a general purpose entrance/exit.  Did
she go out this way?

   Then I heard a muffled moan off somewhere to my left.  I turned and in
the dim light saw a stairway leading up that I had not known was there. 
Probably the way to the business offices, I thought.  Then I heard the moan
again, and this time I was sure it belonged to my wife.  I headed up the
stairs quickly, but deliberately.  At the top there was a short hallway
that led to several offices, but there was light coming from only one, so I
headed that way.

   When I stepped through the door I was once again treated to an erotic
sight involving my wife.  Jolene was laying on an old Steelcase desk, legs
dangling off.  Her dress was bunched up around her waist; her bra and
thongs were gone.  The young man that she had been dancing with was between
her legs urgently thrusting into her willing pussy.  She was pulling on her
nipples and biting her lower lip as she did when she was nearing her
climax.

   I stepped into the room; to do what, I wasn't not sure.  A large black
arm stopped me however.  I turned to see one of the big bouncers off to the
side, blocking my way.

   "Wait your turn." He warned in a low menacing tone.

   I appraised him as a threat and decided that if I had to, I could
probably take him, but it wouldn't be easy.  He was well muscled and had
that easy-going stance of someone that knew how to take care of himself in
a fight.  I stepped back and decided to see where events led, although I
had a pretty good idea.

   I watched the young man quicken his pace as he fucked my wife.  My own
cock was a steel bar in my pants as I watched her approach her orgasm. 
Suddenly her body went rigid and her mouth fell open in a silent scream;
only a quiet high-pitched squeal could escape.  I was always fascinated
with the way the pleasure played out on her face, and this time was no
different.  At this moment my wife exuded pure sexual energy and I marveled
at the way it rippled up and down her body.

   This was evidentially too much for Roger because he thrust one last time
into Jolene's slippery depths and held it here as he shot his seed into
her, moaning loudly.  Spent, he stepped back, his hard cock sliding out of
her tight hole with an audible "slurp".  Stumbling backwards he fell into a
chair with a loud thump and muttered "Fuck me."

   Now the bouncer stepped forward and began playing with Jolene's tits as
he kissed her deeply.  I was so engrossed with this scene I almost missed
Roger as he tried to sneak out of the room.  I grabbed him tightly by the
arm.

   "How did you get her up here?" I demanded.

   "I didn't force her man, she wanted it too." Roger replied defensively.

   "You must have done something." I pressed, squeezing his arm tighter.

   "I didn't do anything, I just asked her to slow dance with me." He
insisted.  "She started grinding into me and kissing me, so I grabbed her
ass.  She was really getting into it, gasping and moaning, and carrying
on." He explained, the words just tumbling out of him.

   "But how did you get her up here?" I hissed.

   "I just told her that she was totally hot and that I would do anything
to get her into bed.  She told me that sounded divine, that's the actual
word she used, and that maybe if I asked her nice my dream could come true.
I didn't believe it for a second, but I thought, what the hell, and I asked
her real nice if she would like to have sex with me.  When she said "yes"
it blew me away, so I took her up here.  My uncle owns the bar, so I knew
it would be OK.  Now let me go please." He implored.

   "Just one more thing." I said, my mind reeling at the possibility, but I
had to know.  "Did you say 'please' when you asked her?"

   "Um, maybe." He scrunched up his face like he was trying to remember. 
"Yeah, I think I did."

   I let go of his arm.  "Take off, but don't tell anyone else about this."
I admonished as I gave him as threatening a glare as I could muster.

   Roger left quickly, taking two stairs at a time by the sounds of it.  I
returned my attention to my wife and the big bouncer.  He was now between
her legs as well and working his black cock slowly into her wet hole.  It
looked to be quite large in circumference, but about average in length.  He
took his time as he stretched her pussy further than it was used to.  I
could see some pain on my wife's face as he did this, but after a minute or
two of slow strokes, this turned to bliss as she became used to his girth.

   "Oh, man, I love white pussy." He groaned.  "It's so tight and hot."

   All things considered he lasted longer than I thought he would.  After
ten minutes and two more of Jolene's orgasms he began to slam into her with
such force that the heavy desk started moving slowly across the floor.

   "Yes, fuck me with that big, wonderful cock.  Cum with me lover." My
wife panted.  "Yes, yes, oh god, I'm cumming again you fucker.  Fuck
meeeee!"

   I don't know if was her clenching pussy or her vocal exhortations, but
he suddenly pulled his cock out of her body and shot load after load of
sticky semen onto her belly and pussy mound.  As shocking as that was, I
was stunned when my wife started scooping it up and putting it into her
mouth.  When she got as much as she could that way she rubbed the remainder
into her skin.

   "That's one hot slut." The bouncer commented as he walked past me,
zipping up his pants.

   I couldn't think of anything at that moment except for one thing: I had
to fuck my wife.  And that's exactly what I did.  I was across the room and
had my dick in her pussy before my pants even hit the floor.  She was still
licking cum off of her fingers and purring as I pounded her well used cunt.
Even though I was not getting a lot of friction at this point, the look of
total wanton lust on her face was enough to put me over the edge.  My
orgasm was fast, but explosive as I added my jism to Roger's.

   After a moment my head cleared enough so that I could get my wits about
me.  I looked, but couldn't find Jolene's under things, so I just put her
dress back in pace as best I could and led her out of the room and down the
stairs.  She was still a bit wobbly and probably had cum running down her
legs, but I held her up and escorted her out of the bar as quickly as I
could.  I ignored the looks of the other patrons, some knowing, but most
questioning.  They probably thought that she had too much to drink and I
didn't do anything to change that belief.

   By the time we got to the car she was more or less able to stand on her
own, but I still pushed her in and quickly departed for home.  During the
short drive Jolene was quiet which allowed me to contemplate what had just
happened.

   The "Shazam" keyword was gone, buried deeply in her mind, so how could
she have responded to Roger like she did when he said "please"?  I thought
back to the last time that I had used that keyword.  It was at the stripper
bar, of course, which was the reason that I started erasing it that night.

   Wait a minute!  Did I use the keyword to turn off the hypnotic
compulsions and directives that it controlled?  I thought back, going over
the events in my mind.  No, I did not!  That meant that they were still
active!  No wonder Jolene still responded to them.  This was not good.  Now
that the keyword was buried too deeply to safely recover I had no way to
turn it off!

   As this realization sunk in we arrived home.  As soon as we were inside
I put Jolene into a deep hypnotic state using the other pass-phrase and
tried to see if I could remove the "Shazam" directives.  But I couldn't;
they were too deeply enmeshed into her mind now.  Maybe if I had caught my
error sooner I would have been able to at least weaken the effects, but now
it was too late.  This was part of her now and there was nothing I could do
about it.  Events like we just had experienced at the bar would happen
again; that was inevitable.

   The big question was: how would my wife respond?  Was there anything I
could do to help her cope, or had I done enough anyway?  I decided to just
wait and see how she reacted before I did anything else.  The risk to her
mind was just too great.  So I took her out of the hypnotic state, but left
her asleep.  Things would be clearer in the morning; for both of us.

   I woke up to the smell of waffles and eggs cooking.  My wife was making
me a hot breakfast.  While not unheard of in our household, it was a bit
unusual.  I put on my robe and wandered downstairs into the kitchen.

   "Good morning honey." She said in a cheerful voice.  "Sit down. 
Everything is just about ready."

   The small kitchen table was already set.  I sat down and a hot cup of
coffee materialized.  What was going on, I wondered.  Soon a plate of hot
scrambled eggs and waffles was placed in front of me.  Jolene then sat down
with a smaller plate of food for herself.  Not sure what to say at that
point, I dove into the eggs and waffles.  I told her they were delicious,
which was the truth.  After we were both finished and the dishes were in
the washer, I needed some answers.

   "So, what's the special occasion?" I asked casually.

   "You mean breakfast?" She asked breezily.  I nodded.  "Nothing special,
I just realized this morning that I hadn't made you a hot breakfast in a
long time."

   "Really?" I said a bit skeptically.

   "Really.  I just wanted to show you how much I love you." She said and
kissed me.

   I grabbed her and sat her down on my lap.  "All right, now.  What's this
all about?" I said seriously.

   She looked down at her hands and got a serious look on her face.  "OK.
The truth: I know."

   That didn't sound good.  Time to play dumb.  "What do you know?" I asked
innocently.

   She sighed.  "I figured it out.  It confused me at first, why I let Mac
take those pictures of me, why I let your friends from work play with me,
the strip club incident, and last night at the bar.  It all goes back to
when I hit my head in that alley.  I also know what you've been doing, and
what you've been keeping secret from me."

   OH SHIT!  I was busted.  I didn't know what to say to her.  "Honey," I
started my confession, but she cut me off.

   "I'm a slut." She stated.

   "W-What?" I said, startled.

   "You want me to say it again, OK, I'm a slut.  S-L-U-T.  Now that I
know, you can stop pretending, stop trying to protect me from the truth."
She said.

   My mind was reeling, trying to keep up with this line of thought.  "OK.
How did you figure this out?" I stalled.

   "How else can you explain my behavior?  When I hit my head it must have
changed me or woke up a dormant part of my personality or something, but
I'm different now.  I don't just love sex, I need it, and a lot more than
you can give me alone.  I don't know how you figured it out, but you must
have realized this months ago, but you couldn't just tell me, I wouldn't
have believed you.  Which is why you subtly arranged for me to be in
situations where my sluttiness could come out.  I can't tell you how much I
love you for your patience and understanding.  Most men would have divorced
their wife under these circumstances, but instead you have been trying to
help me." She explained and threw her arms around me.

   What a strange development!  I knew that she was having trouble
reconciling her behavior with her beliefs, but I just couldn't seem to
resolve it under hypnosis.  The idea that she would find an answer through
such an improbable series of rationalizations was incredible.  The human
mind is truly amazing.  This did have some implications for the future and
our marriage that I need to think through, however.

   Jolene let go of her hug and looked in my eyes.  "What are you
thinking?" She asked.

   "I'm thinking that I love you now more than ever, if that's even
possible.  I'm also thinking that this is the start of a new phase in our
relationship." I answered truthfully.

   She beamed me a huge smile and then started kissing me with wild
abandon. As my cock started to twitch I thought that a little desert was in
order.  I picked up my wife and put her on the table.  Then I pulled off
her shorts and dove in between her legs, licking and sucking on her pussy
lips and clit.  She uncharacteristically squealed in delight.  After a wild
moaning orgasm I laid the wood to her right there on the table, and the
counter top, and finally up against the refrigerator.

   When we recovered from that we took a shower together, and sometime
during the soaping and scrubbing we wound up fucking again until we ran out
of hot water.  Then we finished in the bedroom, but Jolene insisted that we
open the blinds.  This may not sound too daring compared to what we've
already done, but when you consider that it was her idea, it's nothing
short of amazing.

   The rest of the day I thought about what Jolene's new attitude meant for
us.  Obviously I had to be more careful with her when we went out; or at
least I had to keep better track of her.  But I couldn't keep her locked up
all day long when I was at work, so I had to come up with a plan to keep
her safe.  I didn't care if she had sexual adventures during the day, but I
didn't want her to get hurt or sold into slavery or something.

   So we talked about it and she promised to tell me about all her
adventures, no matter how small or outrageous.  Then I told her that I
wanted her to always carry her cell phone and to not hesitate to beat the
crap out of someone if they get rough or threatened her.  Later I put her
under and reinforced all those things, just to make sure.

   For the next ten days nothing unusual happened and I began to relax,
hoping that maybe my original concerns were overblown.  It was a regular
Tuesday night when I arrived home to find my wife sitting on the living
room sofa with the TV off, just waiting for me.  She had that nervous look
that informed me she had something to tell me that was either exciting or
bad news.  I sat down in the chair directly across from her and we just
looked at each other in quiet for a moment.

   "You have something to tell me." I said, stating the obvious.

   "I had something interesting happen today.  I was naughty." She
confessed.  "I was getting ready to go out back and do some work in the
flower gardens when I noticed that there were a couple of men doing some
work at the Shaffer place behind our house.  I thought it would be fun to
show off a little, so instead of just wearing the halter-top and shorts I
had on, I changed into my little white bikini."

   She really had changed, I thought.  She never would have done something
like that on her own before.

   "So I just went out in nothing but the bikini, a hat, and sandals and
started weeding and such.  I made sure to bend over as much as possible
both facing them and away.  I sneaked peeks at them when I could and they
were definitely watching me.  After and hour of this I was getting pretty
hot - in more ways than one!" She confided.

   I was starting to get hot just listening to her.

   "I was finished with my work, but I didn't want to go back in just yet,
so I got a shovel and started trying to dig up that big rock in the back
garden." She said.

   The rock she was referring to was big, too big even for me to pull it
out.  I could not be sure because I had not uncovered it completely, but it
probably weighs around two hundred pounds.  I had decided to just leave it
until we saved enough money to have the heavy-duty work done in the back
yard that we had talked about (pond, stone paths, etc.).  I figured I'd let
the pros take care of it then.  If it had a nice shape we could use it for
a decorative rock.

   "So I got a shovel and started digging around it a bit and tried lever
it out.  I couldn't budge it, of course, and I pretended to get angry.  I
hit it with the shovel, making a loud ringing sound to get their attention.
Then I shouted at the rock calling it names.  Nothing vulgar, but strong
enough so that they would think I was mad." She explained.

   I was fascinated with her tale and didn't interrupt.

   "As corny as it sounds, that worked and the two of them came over to see
what was up.  The older man, probably the foreman, was about forty or so,
but good looking and trim.  The younger man looked to be no older than
eighteen or nineteen.  He was cute, and like the older man was in very good
shape.  The older man said 'What's the problem ma'am?'.  He was so polite,
and you know how I like that in a man." She said.

   Yes, I did, I thought to myself, and I knew why!

   "Anyway, I told him that I wanted to get rid of that pesky rock, but
that it was just too big for me.  He offered to help, but of course I had
to decline politely.  But he insisted, as I was hoping he would, and he
sent his young assistant to get a big pry-bar out of his truck while he dug
around the rock some more.  They dug and pried for about a half hour before
that rock started moving, but it was just too big.  The older man, who I
had discovered was named Greg, was on the pry-bar and his assistant, Chris,
was pulling directly on the rock trying to roll it out of the hole.  So I
grabbed the pry-bar too and pulled as hard as I could.  That was just
enough to pop that old rock out of the ground." She continued with her
story.

   "Wow, so they got it out, huh?" I commented.

   "Yes, and it was just like you said; it was much bigger than it looked
because it was not round, but kind of egg shaped.  We were always looking
at the smaller end near the surface.  Greg commented on how strong I was
and asked if I played tennis or something to stay in such good shape.  I
loved the implied compliment and told him that I practiced martial arts
four times a week.  They were both impressed and asked what style.  I told
them it was a mixed style, but mostly Krav Maga and Jujitsu."

   "Greg asked if I was any good at it, and I told him that I could hold my
own.  Chris said he would like to see me holding my own, picking up on the
unintentional double entendre.  I gave him a stern look and Greg stepped in
to apologize for Chris, saying that his young helper had a lot to learn,
but that what he lacked in wisdom he made up for with youthful vitality.  I
giggled and accepted his apology.  If you can't tell, I really liked Greg."

   "So I thanked them for getting the rock out of the garden and apologized
because it was more work than I thought it would be, which was the truth.
Then I invited them in for a cool drink.  Greg looked at his watch and then
said that it was close to lunch time anyway and accepted my offer.  I told
them that lunch was a wonderful idea and that I would enjoy getting them
something to eat.  They both liked that idea."

   I was starting to get the idea that this story was about to get a lot
hotter.

   "So I got them each a beer and I grabbed a wine-cooler for myself.  I
had them sit at the table as I made them ham sandwiches and soup.  I knew
that my bare ass was on display in that thong and that they were getting an
eyeful, and it made me so hot.  After they finished eating I asked them if
they wanted any desert.  Greg asked what I had, so I turned around started
looking though the cupboards, as if I didn't already know what was in
there, but it gave me another chance to flaunt my bare ass.  I heard
someone come up behind me and then Greg said over my shoulder that he'd
take the buns."

   I knew what he was talking about, but I thought I'd tease him a bit so I
turned around, put my hands on my hips and said what kind of talk is that?

   He looked a bit taken aback, so I winked at him and said didn't anybody
teach you how to ask for things politely?

   To which he smiled and answered, of course, I'm sorry.  May I please
have some buns?

   I told him that was better and turned around and stuck out my butt a
little just to make sure there was no misunderstanding.  Then I said, I
just love polite men.  They were very polite after that, I can tell you."

   I pulled my now hard dick out of my pants and started playing with it.
Jolene smiled when she saw that and licked her lips, but continued telling
her story.

   "Greg started feeling up my ass while Chris just sat there with this
surprised look on his face.  I looked at him and asked if he wanted to see
me 'hold my own' now.  He just nodded his head; I don't think he trusted
himself to speak.  I put my hands under my boobs and lifted them up a
little so that they were pointing right at Chris and I asked him if this is
what he wanted to see."

   He said 'not exactly' and I asked what he meant.  He blurted out
'without the bikini top' and then clamped his hand over his mouth, probably
thinking he had gone too far.  You should have seen the look on his face
when I asked Greg to untie my top." Jolene recalled.

   I could imagine, but then I had seen several men look at her that way
recently.

   "When I felt the strings go loose, I pulled the top away and put it down
on the counter.  Then I cupped my breasts again, running my thumbs lightly
over my nipples, making them hard little nubs.  I asked Chris if that was
better and he nodded again, not taking his eyes off of my naked tits.  Then
I sighed and asked him if he wanted some desert too, maybe some melons.  He
took the hint and as he stood up I noticed a big tent pole in his pants. 
He stepped over to me and started playing with my breasts and sucking on
them." Jolene was a little out of breath now and paused in the retelling of
her adventure.

   At this point I stopped stroking my cock; I didn't want to cum yet.  So
I got on my knees between my wife's legs and started running my hands up
and down her legs.  "Continue." I instructed.

   "Then Greg said that he wanted something sweet to eat too and asked if
he could 'partake' of my 'honey pot'.  I was more than ready for that, so I
pushed off my thong and scooted up onto the table.  Greg made a bee-line
for my crotch, telling me how beautiful and sexy I was.  He really knew his
way around a woman's sex, I can tell you.  In fact, to be perfectly honest,
he's the best pussy lapper I've ever had.  Sorry."

   "Don't be.  I'll have to get some tips from him someday." I replied as I
slipped a hand inside the leg of her shorts.

   "Chris started playing with my tits again, but I wanted to see his dick,
so tried to unbutton his pants, but it was difficult with one hand.  It
didn't take him long to figure out that it would go quicker if he did it
himself.  Before his pants even hit the floor I had my hand around his meat
and was guiding it to my mouth.  It was a littler thinner and longer than
yours, and it was very hard.  He didn't last long in my mouth and he pumped
out so much cum that I couldn't swallow it fast enough, so some of it
dribbled out and down my face.  He apologized for not warning me that he
was going to cum, but I told him it was OK and used my finger to wipe off
the stuff that had run out onto my face and then licked it clean." She
recounted, her breathing a little ragged at this point as I started finger
fucking her with the hand I had sneaked up the leg of her shorts.

   "It wasn't long after than and I had my first orgasm for the day, and it
was a doozy.  I could feel it all the way down to my toes and up to my
nose. Anyway, while I was recovering from that Greg put his hard dick into
me.  I was super wet, so he slid in all the way in one stroke.  It felt so
good.  He was a little thicker than you, but maybe not quite as long.  He
still filled me up though, and he pounded me for quite a while on the
table. He had more stamina than I would have thought for a man his age. 
Like I said, he was in good shape, just a little bit of a beer belly, but
it looked kind of sexy on him.  Oh, yeah, he had a really hairy body.  You
know how I like that.  I came twice on his cock before he said he was ready
to cum, so I told him I wanted him to cum in my mouth.  He pumped a few
more times and then barely got it in my mouth before it started squirting.
The taste of me mixed with his cum was delicious and I told him so." She
stopped talking because I had her close to her climax, but I didn't want
her cumming just yet, so I pulled my hands out of her shorts.

   "Oh, please make me cum." She begged.

   "Not yet.  You have to finish your story first.  But before you
continue, I want you to strip.  The rest must be done naked.  I want you to
play with yourself too, but you can't cum until I say so." I ordered.  I
knew she she still was embarrassed to masturbate for me (or anyone else for
that matter), but I also knew she liked being dominated and humiliated a
little.

   "OK, you're the boss." She replied and removed all her clothes.

   I sat back in the chair and watched as she started playing with her
tits. "OK, continue your story and don't leave out any details." I said as
I idly played with my cock, but not too much since I didn't want to cum yet
either.

   "Greg suggested that we find somewhere to be more comfortable.  The
downstairs spare bedroom was the closest, so I led them in there.  Chris
was now half hard and I took him into my mouth again.  It took a few
minutes but I got him completely hard again and laid back and told him to
take me.  He was not as experienced as you or Greg, but as I was told
earlier, what he lacked in skill he made up for with youthful energy.  He
fucked me missionary for a long time, then he flipped me over and did me
doggy style for almost as long.  Finally he had me lay on my back on the
bed while he stood beside it and fucked me that way.  I lost count of how
many times I came, probably three or four.  I know he lasted at least
forty-five minutes before he shot his load onto my tits." My wife was
getting very excited again and I had to remind her not to cum.  She removed
her fingers from her sopping pussy with a disappointed look on her face and
returned to playing with her tits.

   "Greg was hard again my then and he fucked me again too.  He tried out
all kinds of positions, some that I didn't even know existed, like
sideways. I'll have to show that one to you sometime.  Anyway he pounded me
for about a half an hour before he shot his load deep in my pussy.  He even
asked for permission before he did, he's such a sweetie.  After that Greg
said they had better get back to work, but asked if they could have lunch
with me tomorrow.  I told them sadly, no, I would be a that gym all morning
and I had errands to run after that.  He said that he didn't know when they
would be in the area again, but that he would leave his card in case we
wanted to get that work finally done in our back yard.  He said that he was
sure I could negotiate a steep discount on the labor!" She was nearing her
orgasm again, but I didn't stop her because I figured the story was almost
finished.

   "After they left I noticed that the blinds on the window were up.  I
wondered if old man Jacobson next door saw anything.  I know he's got to be
at least 65, but the thought that maybe he wacked off his old meat while
watching us still made me hot.  Oh, god, I'm going to cum." She had two
fingers back in her sloppy cunt, making sexy squishing sounds.

   "Oh shit, so am I!" I groaned.

   "On my tits, shoot it on my tits!" She yelled.

   I stood up and shot my load all over her beautiful tits.  That was all
it took for her and I watched as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
I collapsed on the sofa next to her.  As she rubbed my milky white man cum
into her sweaty tits I wondered if this was just an isolated incident or if
it heralded a new kinky chapter in our lives.  As it turned out, I didn't
have to wait long to discover the answer to that question.



   Jolene Listens Ch.  07

   The next day when I got home my wife was already sitting on the living
room sofa in the nude.  It didn't a genius to figure out why.

   "Another adventure today?" I asked as I sat down in the chair.

   "Yes.  I've been a very naughty girl again." She replied submissively. I
wondered what brought that particular trait out.

   "Well, then my little slut-wife, you had better start playing with your
sexy body while you tell me about it." I ordered, playing up on the
dominant/submissive theme for the moment.

   "When I got home from the gym and running some errands, Mr.  Jacobson
from next door came over for a visit.  He said he had witnessed my tryst
with Greg and Chis yesterday and had taken a large amount of pictures
through the window.  He even showed me a few of them." She started telling
her story as he hands roamed over her naked body.

   Wow, the old coot WAS peeping after all.  The old pervert.  Although I
could hardly blame him; if I was an old retired guy and had a sexy young
woman like Jolene living next door, I'd keep and eye on her too.

   "I wasn't sure what he was up to, so I acted embarrassed and begged him
not to tell my husband.  Little did he know I'd be telling you!  Anyway, he
said that was exactly what he'd do if I didn't do what he said.  I acted
like I was afraid and asked him what he wanted.  He said that from now on I
would be his submissive sex slave and would do whatever he demanded." She
continued recounting her story.

   "I take it you accepted his conditions." I interrupted.

   "After begging him to come up with something else he wanted, yes, I
agreed.  I was surprised that thinking about being submissive to him was
getting me hot.  But when I looked at him I realized that he was still
pretty good looking close up, not wizened like I expected.  He said for
this first time he just wanted to 'sample the charms of my nubile body'. 
He had me strip for him and then he ran his hands over every inch of my
body, especially my tits and pussy.  He said he really liked how smooth my
skin was, especially my snatch.  He said it had been thirty years since he
had seen and felt such a sexy woman.  Then he removed his clothes.  His
body wasn't ugly at all; in fact it was sexy in a weird way.  But his cock!
His cock was beautiful." She said, her sexual excitement at the memory
obvious.

   "In what way?" I asked.

   "It was long and wide, with a slight upward curve and a large head.  As
soon as I saw it I had to hold it, so I reached out to take it in my hands.
He teased me for being impatient and called me a cock-slut.  Then he made
me say I was a cock-slut and beg for his cock before he would let me hold
it.  I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt in my hands: hard and pulsing
with sexual energy.  Who could've guessed that an old guy could be hiding
something like that in his pants?  I asked him if I could suck on it and he
told me he had been waiting for a long time for that.  But I couldn't get
it all in my mouth.  I tried, I really did, but it was just too long and
wide.  He seemed to enjoy it anyway and told me not to feel bad.  He said
that only his wife had been able to take all of it in her mouth and she
died ten years ago.  Just imagine, he probably hadn't had sex in ten
years!" Jolene exclaimed.

   I could tell by her breathing that she was getting close to her climax,
but since she seemed to be holding it off I just let her continue with her
story.

   "At that point I just had to have him in me.  I wanted to be his first
fuck in ten years, so I asked him to put it in me.  He teased me again and
said I would have to be more specific and graphic with my request if I was
to get what I wanted.  So I said "Please fuck my slutty cunt with your
magnificent cock." This seemed to please him because he mounted me and
slowly fed that monster to my pussy, which was on fire by now.  I'm glad he
went slow, because it took a few minutes for me to become accustomed to his
size.  See how stretched out I am." She said and pulled her pussy lips
apart for me to inspect.

   I leaned over, and sure enough, her hole was stretched out more than I'd
ever seen it.  I wasn't worried though, I knew it would return to normal by
tomorrow.

   "He only lasted about ten minutes, even though he stopped several times
to hold off his orgasm.  I didn't care though, because he was hitting my
g-spot with every stroke and I came several times before he finally hit his
climax.  I couldn't believe how much spunk he pumped into me.  I've been
catching and eating it for the last hour as it leaks out.  Isn't that just
so perverted?  God that makes me so hot." And then she came on her fingers
making blissful squeaking sounds.

   I couldn't wait any longer myself.  I pulled off my pants and slammed my
hard shaft into her still quivering snatch.  We rutted like animals there
on the sofa, furiously slapping our bodies together as we each sought out
our own satisfaction.  My wife's second orgasm in as many minutes triggered
my own, after which we both collapsed on the sofa.  As we laid there
together enjoying the contact between our hot bodies Jolene told me that
she convinced Mr.  Jacobson to keep her indiscretions secret, otherwise I
might find out and the fun would be over.  He agreed to that and said he
was planning on having a lot of fun with her and that he would be 'in
touch'.  I couldn't help shaking my head, amazed at the direction our lives
had taken.

   Later as I thought about Jolene's experience with Ed Jacobson I realized
that he hadn't really taken advantage of any of her "Shazam" conditioning.
He didn't say "please" and wasn't particularly polite, although he wasn't
cruel either.  It seemed that my wife was developing a submissive side, but
it seemed to be selective.  So far I'd only seen it really come out for Ed,
and to a lesser extent, me.  I didn't know yet if this was something to be
concerned about, but I decided to keep an eye on it never the less.

   Jolene spent the next day with a friend of hers, Jackie, shopping and
what ever else woman do when they get together.  She called me late in the
morning and asked if I wanted to have lunch with them.  I accepted and we
met at a popular local lunch spot.  This was a nice place with real linen
tablecloths and flowers on the table.  I hadn't seen Jackie for a few
months and again I was amazed at how much alike they were.  In fact, now as
I chatted with them it seemed they were even more alike than ever.  Jackie
was always more outgoing and physically active, so she had the physique of
an athlete.  She was also an outrageous flirt, and although I never took
advantage of it, I always felt she was attracted to me.

   "I was telling Jolene earlier that she was really looking fit." Jackie
said, looking at me.

   "I agree.  It's all that martial arts training." I replied.

   "I guess she's dangerous now." Jackie responded.

   I chuckled.  "You should see her head kicks.  Totally awesome."

   "Oh, stop it you two.  You are embarrassing me." Jolene objected, but
not too strenuously as she put her hand on my leg and squeezed
affectionately.

   "In fact, I was just thinking how much alike you two are these days. 
You could almost be sisters." I said, vocalizing my earlier thoughts.  The
women laughed off my comment, but they did glance at each other; perhaps
appraising my opinion.  At this point our food arrived and we continued to
chat breezily while we ate, everybody comfortable with the company.

   "I can't get over how good you look, Jo." Jackie said to my wife.

   "You mean sexy." I blurted.

   "Peter!" Jolene cried as Jackie laughed, but I could tell that my wife
was not really upset.

   "Well it's true." I said, defending myself.

   "He's right, you know." Jackie agreed.

   "You should talk, Jac.  You're the biggest flirt on the planet!" Jolene
countered.

   "Well at least I'm not sexually repressed." Jackie threw back.

   "Repressed!  I am not sexually or any other way repressed." My wife
objected.

   "Oh, come on Jo!  You are so uptight about sex and always have been.  I
mean, you are so pretty and have such a nice body, but you dress so
conservatively.  I'll bet you don't even own a bikini." Jolene's friend
teased.

   "I am not uptight, and I do own a bikini.  Shows what you know." Jolene
answered.

   I was interested to see where this was going, so I supported Jackie's
position, even though I knew that it was essentially wrong.  "Actually
Jolene, I just bought that for you recently." I said.

   "It doesn't count if your husband had to buy it for you.  When was the
last time you bought anything sexy for yourself?" Jackie asked.

   "That doesn't mean anything.  I'm plenty adventurous sexually." My wife
claimed.

   "Oh, really.  Well, why don't we test that.  I dare you to take off your
bra." Jackie challenged.

   "What, right here, right now?" Jolene asked, a little shocked at her
friend's dare.

   "Yes, right here and now.  Take it off and give it to your husband."
Jackie requested.

   My wife looked at me for support and I just winked at her.  She looked
back at her friend with a determined look in her eye and then reached
behind her back to unhook her bra.  She was wearing a simple V-neck
pull-over type blouse, but I could see her breasts relax a little when she
last hook was undone.  Then Jolene did that trick where she reached up one
sleeve to pull the shoulder strap off her arm and then pulled the entire
bra out the other sleeve.  She handed the white daily bra to me and I put
it into my suit coat pocket.

   Jackie beamed at Jolene.  "Well, well, maybe Peter is right.  Maybe you
have changed." She mused.  "Put your hand on his crotch."

   My wife moved her hand from my thigh to my crotch and squeezed my hard
cock through my pants.

   "Is he hard?" Jackie asked.

   "Yes." Jolene answered.

   "I think lunch is over.  We have more shopping to do Jo." Jackie stated.

   That night when I arrived home Jolene showed me some of the new clothes
that Jackie had picked out for her.  Some of it was from Victoria's Secret
and some of it was from places like Macy's, but it was all sexy.  I had her
model everything for me and I let he know how much I approved of her new
wardrobe.

   On Friday afternoon my wife called me at work and said that Ed had
called and told her to put on her shortest, sexiest dress and to come over
to his house.  She said he instructed her to just let herself in the back
door and to join him in the living room.  I asked her which dress she was
going to wear and she told me she was thinking of her new black cocktail
dress.  This is a dress that has a plunging neckline that shows a lot of
cleavage, thin straps over the shoulders, no sleeves, a scooped out back
that precludes a bra of any kind, and ends about three inches above the
knee.  Sexy indeed, classy, but not slutty.  I told her to do what he said
and that I'd see her when I got home.

   Even though this wasn't the first time that my wife was going to have
sex with another man, this was the first time I knew about it ahead of time
and didn't know what was going to happen.  I tried to work, but I was so
distracted that I left early.  Maybe I would be a little less nervous if I
was just next door.  I was also kind of excited thinking about being there
when Jolene got back home, just freshly fucked.

   I walked in the door of our home about two hours after I got the phone
call from Jolene, but she wasn't there.  I paced around a little, drank a
beer, and tried to watch TV, but I couldn't get my wife off of my mind.  I
finally gave into my impulses and watched the video from the warehouse
while I stroked my hard cock.

   That's the way she found me when she returned home.  "So this is what
you do when I'm out having sex with another man." She said, startling me.
My wife was standing at the threshold between the dining room and living
room dressed in the elegant cocktail dress.

   I pressed the pause button on the DVD player and before she could say
anything else I said "Take off the dress.  I want to see you how he last
saw you."

   She pulled the front down off of her lovely tits and pushed the flimsy
garment to the ground where it pooled at her feet.  She just stood there,
looking at me, her nipples beginning to harden as I watched.  I looked down
at her pussy.  Even from where she was standing I could see her labia were
puffy and pink.

   "Come over her lay down next to me.  I want to look at your freshly
fucked cunt." I ordered.

   She did as she was told, laying down on the sofa with her head at the
other end from where I was sitting and her feet in my lap.  I lifted one
leg by the ankle and put it over the back of the sofa while I pushed the
other one down on the floor.  This put her pussy on full display with her
legs spread lewdly.  I could see the moisture trickling out of her hole and
the smell of sex filled the air.  Her entire snatch was wet and glistened
in the light.

   "Tell me what happened after you called me." I requested.

   "I put on the dress just like I told you I would.  I also decided to put
on pantyhose, but I thought it would be naughty to go without panties, so
that's what I did.  Of course, I can't wear a bra with that dress, so
that's all I had on when I went over there: the dress, the hose, and a pair
of open-toed strappy shoes.  I went out our back door, across the back
yards, and into his house.  I was in the kitchen as I had expected, so I
found my way into his living room.  He was sitting there in three piece
suit, drinking a glass of wine.  There was another full glass on the table
next to him." She recounted.

   "You are so beautiful, I love the dress, he said.  He offered me the
glass of wine and asked me to sit down.  Then he told me that he and his
wife used to go out dancing all the time.  They would dance all night and
she would flirt with other men unmercifully, but she only went home with
him.  Then he asked me to dance with him.  I said I would enjoy that, so he
put on some nice big band music and we danced for a long time.  He was
really very good and I did enjoy myself." My wife continued.

   I could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth; she really did
enjoy dancing with Ed.  I wasn't surprised she loved to dance, but I wasn't
very good.  I vaguely felt a little jealous that there was something that
another man could give her that I couldn't.  I know this seems strange,
because I didn't feel that way about sex, but that's the truth.

   "Suddenly he let me go and sat down.  I thought maybe he was having a
heart attack or something, but when I went to him and asked him if he was
OK he just pushed me away and put his head into his hands."

   "You are so sweet, I just can't do this anymore.  I'll destroy the
pictures, just go home.  He told me.  His voice was sad and anguished.  I
asked him why, which seemed to surprise him.  Because I can't continue to
force you to cheat on your husband, he said.  Then, almost like he read my
mind he said, I know you aren't completely faithful to your husband, but I
can't be part of such a deception."

   "Is it still cheating if he knows, I asked.  He looked confused so I
explained the situation and how you already knew about all my 'dalliances'
including with him.  He didn't understand how such a relationship could
possibly work, but I convinced him that we loved each other and we were
going to make it work no matter what.  He told me that you, my husband, was
a very lucky man.  He asked me why I was interested in a man old enough to
be my grandfather.  I said that I didn't know why, but that I felt so
submissive around him and that I couldn't refuse him any wish." Jolene said
breathlessly.

   "You will do anything I say, he asked.  Yes, I said.  You must trust me
completely, he said.  Yes, I said again.  Then he told me to take off my
dress, and I took it off just like I did for you a few minutes ago.  He
told me again how beautiful I was and told me to get down onto my knees and
take his cock out of his pants.  When I had it in my hands again I marveled
at how wonderful it felt and I told him that he had the most magnificent
cock I'd ever seen.  He said I really was a slut and it sent shivers down
my spine.  He asked me if I liked being called a slut and I told him it
excited me." She said with mounting excitement.

   I slipped a finger into her well-used pussy and reveled in the heat and
wetness I found there.  I wanted to mount her and fuck her right then, but
I held back.  I wanted to hear the end of her story even more.

   "Oh, Peter, he fucked me with that beautiful cock of his in just about
every room of his house.  After he came the first time we took a break to
drink some more wine and eat some cheese.  Then I sucked on him until he
was hard again and we fucked even more.  I just couldn't seem to get enough
of him.  He made me cum so many times that I lost track.  Finally he just
got too tired and lost his erection, but by then I think I would have
passed out if I had cum one more time anyway.  I laid with him on his bed
for a few minutes until he drifted of to sleep and then I came right back
here."

   I couldn't wait any longer and mounted my wife, pushing my hard rod into
her well used hole in one stroke.  Jolene's eyes rolled back into her head
and she started babbling incoherently as I pounded her snatch.  It wasn't
long before a strong orgasm shook her body.  I kept fucking her as wave
after wave of pleasure rolled over her, the clutching of her pussy around
my cock announcing each one.  I had never seen anything like it before. 
Soon I could feel the inevitable churning in my balls as my own climax
approached.  Then my cock swelled, triggering yet another orgasmic spasm
from my wife, and I squirted my juice deep into her wet passage.  Even
after all my semen had been spent my cock still spasmed a couple more
times, my orgasm was so strong.

   After I recovered I realized that Jolene was not moving.  I looked at
her face and it looked like she was not conscious.  I called her name and
her eyelids fluttered.  She "woke up", but seemed to be in a bit of a daze.

   "Are you OK?" I asked anxiously.

   "Hmmmm, yes." She answered.  "You were great."

   Shit!  I think she almost did pass out.  After a bit of a rest I helped
her upstairs and we had a nice refreshing shower.  Even though I still felt
a little frisky, I didn't start anything since I figured she needed the
break to rest up.  I wondered if she'd be sore in the morning.

   On Saturday we slept in, finally getting up at ten o'clock.  Jolene was
in a good mood and made us a hearty breakfast.  The rest of the day went
fast with chores taking up most of our time, but after the last few days
the mundane felt kind of good.

   About five o'clock Jolene took a phone call and then came to me about
five minutes later.

   "That was Jackie on the phone.  She said that she got invited to a
batchelorette party tonight and wanted to know if I'd go along.  Apparently
a few of the women that were initially invited had to back out and now
Jackie is worried that it won't be very fun with a smaller group.  I told
her that we didn't have any plans and that I would go with her.  Is that
OK?"

   "Sure honey, no problem." I said, thinking she'd be safe with a bunch of
women.

   A couple of hours later Jackie arrived to pick up my wife.  She looked
like she was dressed to go clubbing or something; nice, but not fancy. 
When Jolene came downstairs I liked what I saw.  She was wearing a nice
halter-type top with a hole that showed off some cleavage and a scooped
back.  I always liked the bare shoulder look.  A pair of tight fitting
jeans and open-toed sandals rounded out her wardrobe.

   "Have a great time." I yelled as they headed out the door.

   "Always do." Jackie shouted back.

   I wasn't really worried until it got to midnight and my wife still was
not home.  I tried her cell-phone, but it must have been off because it
went immediately to voice mail.  A little after one o'clock the two of them
finally came staggering into the house, laughing and carrying on.  I don't
think they saw me sitting in the darkened living room.

   "So are you going to tell him?" Jackie whispered rather more loudly than
I think she intended.

   "Tell me what?" I asked from the darkness.

   Jackie put her hand over her mouth in surprise.  Obviously she had not
expected me to hear that.  My wife was cool though, she just looked at her
friend and said "Yes, of course."

   With that Jackie started looking uncomfortable and made a quick exit. 
Was that embarrassment I saw?  That would be a first for Jackie.  I looked
at my wife.

   "I guess you have something to tell me." I said.

   "Yes I do, but let me give you setup first.  The bride's name is Tiffany
and her friend Gloria was the one who hosted her party.  Gloria and her
husband both have high paying jobs and they have a huge house, which is
probably why the party was there.  In all, I'd say there were about fifteen
women there, so it was a pretty good sized group." She started.

   "From the start everything had a sexual theme.  They had cock-shaped
balloons and candy.  All the drinks had names like 'Screaming Orgasm' and
'Sex On the Beach'.  Some of the women had bought gag gifts for the bride
like vibrators and crotchless panties.  The liquor flowed and some of the
women really started to get hammered, but I tried to stay fairly sober
since I thought I might have to drive home; sometimes Jackie overdoes it.
It was more uninhibited than I thought it would be, but also pretty
harmless.  That is, until the male strippers arrived." She said.

   "Strippers?  Plural?" I asked, my interest now peaked.

   "Yes, there was two of them.  I would say they were about twenty to
twenty-five and pretty cut.  One was kind of boyishly cute and the other
one was more of the ruggedly handsome type.  They moved to the middle of
the big living room we were partying in and all the woman formed a big
circle around them.  They started the music on the boom-box they had
brought with them and began their show.  I had never seen male strippers
before, so I was curious to see what it was like." Jolene continued.

   "So did you like it?" I asked.

   "Oh, it was fun to see a man strut his stuff for a change, but what
surprised me were the other women.  You would have thought from their
reaction that they'd never seen a good looking half-naked man before.  They
were clapping, and hooting like you wouldn't believe.  And Jackie was the
worst of the bunch!" She exclaimed.

   "When they finally got down to their boxers they pulled the bride into
the middle with them and did the bump and grind with her.  She was very
nervous and although she let them kiss her, when they tried to feel her up,
she bolted.  At that point they asked for a couple of volunteers from the
audience and Jackie, never one to shrink from a challenge, raised her hand
and mine!  I pulled my hand down and looked at her like 'what do you think
you are doing' and she just yelled 'come on you chicken, I dare you.' Then
the other women started chanting 'do it, do it', so I figured, 'what the
hell' and went along with Jackie into the center of the room with the
strippers."

   Now I could feel that familiar tingling in my cock as it started to stir
in my pants.

   "They brought two chairs out and placed them in the middle facing each
other about six to seven feet apart.  Then they had me and Jackie sit in
the chairs while the men danced around us.  At first they just rubbed
themselves against us and kissed us.  But after a while they started
feeling us up through our clothes, starting with our tits but eventually
putting their hands between our legs.  I was enjoying the attention and as
far as I could see, so was Jackie.  The rest of the women were cheering and
egging us on." My wife said, breathing a little quicker now as she relived
the experience.

   "Then they removed their boxers, revealing a small thong that barely
covered their semi-hard cocks.  They both looked like they had nice
packages and I could feel my pussy starting to juice up.  The cute guy kind
of sat down on my lap and started kissing and squeezing my boobs again and
before I realized it he had untied the top of my blouse and pulled it down.
Remember that I had on my demi bra, so not much was left to the
imagination." She said and paused at this point.

   "What did you do then?" I asked.

   "Well, I was going to pull it back up, but he quickly pushed my bra down
and started sucking on one while he pinched the nipple on the other.  It
felt so good that I just couldn't stop him.  I think I even moaned, which
just encouraged him further and he actually unclipped my bra and threw it
away.  My blouse went next which made the rest of the woman yell even
louder.  When he stood up I decided on some revenge and grabbed his ass
with both hands.  I pulled his barely covered cock to my face and put my
mouth over it.  As I breathed heavily on it I felt it twitch.  The whole
room was chanting "blow job, blow job", but I just let go and pushed him
away." Jolene recalled.

   I was sporting a full hard-on now, imagining my wife topless and teasing
this stripper.

   "When I looked up, Jackie was staring at me in surprise with her blouse
and bra pushed up exposing her breasts.  I guess it was OK for her to play
around like that, but not for me.  I just stood up and held my hand out to
her.  This seemed to snap her out of her shock and she pulled he bra and
blouse back into place.  Taking my hand she shouted in my ear that she
couldn't believe I did that.  I said, what, you were doing the same thing."

   "Jackie shouted back that she didn't put her mouth on the guy's crotch.
I told her that was no big thing and started looking for my bra and blouse.
I felt strange being the only woman there topless.  I couldn't find my bra,
so I just put my blouse on without it.  At least I was covered."

   "We had another drink and I noticed that the group had thinned a bit. 
Some of the woman must have not liked the direction the party was going
because there were now only about ten of us left.  Then I noticed one of
the strippers was coming towards me.  He was still wearing only the thongs
and some of the women were grabbing his ass and running their hands over
his arms and chest as he walked by them."

   "When he got to me he stopped and said he had a favor to ask.  He said
that usually they do a final 'reveal' dance with the bride where they get
completely naked.  But there was a problem this time because she was just
too shy to do it.  He said it's a lot more entertaining if they have a
woman dance with them and asked me if I'd be willing to do it.  I asked
what this 'dance' entailed and he said all that they really required me to
do was to dance with them suggestively and remove their thongs when they
tell me to.  He said that they fondle and kiss the woman too in order to
make it hotter, but nothing more than I'd already done.  Anything beyond
that was completely optional and up to me."

   "Jackie was listening to all this too and when I looked at her to see
what she thought she had that look in her eye that said 'I dare you'.  She
must have thought that I wouldn't because she seemed surprised when I
agreed.  The stripper then asked for my name and I told him it was Jolene.
He said that they would start the dance by themselves, but they would call
out my name when they were ready."

   "It wasn't long before they started their last song and I think all of
us knew they were going to get naked now.  Soon everybody was chanting
'take it off' and they started acting like they were going to remove their
thongs, putting their thumbs under the waistbands and such.  Then they
stopped and announced that they would like some help with that part and
asked if everyone would like that.  A couple of the woman tried to push
Tiffany forward, but she was having none of that and stayed back.  Then the
stripper said, Jolene why don't you come up here and show them how it's
done.  I played it shy and shook my head no, but Jackie, playing along
started pushing me forward chanting 'Go Jo'."

   "The rest of the woman picked up the chant and I relented, but acted
reluctant to go.  In actuality I was very excited and my pussy was dripping
wet.  At first they just danced on either side of me, kissing me and
fondling me through my clothes.  Then the younger looking one spoke into my
ear and told me it was time.  I knelt down in front of him, hooked my
fingers into the waistband of his thong and slowly pulled it down.  I
licked my lips provocatively as his half-hard cock came into view and the
other women cheered.  After I pulled it down to the ground, he stepped out
of them and I flung them over my shoulder.  Then I turned around and did
the same with the second stripper.  I stood up and one moved behind me
while the other was in front.  They pressed up against me griding their
hardening cocks into my butt and pussy.  The first one spoke to me again
and said that I could quit now if I wanted.  I answered him by reaching
down and grabbing his cock." She exclaimed excitedly.

   Now I was really hot too.  I just wanted to rip my wife's clothes off
and fuck the hell out of her, but I let her finish telling her story.

   "They took that as signal to push things, and they started by pulling my
blouse off.  They both played with my boobs and the one in front sucked on
them.  Before long they were pulling my jeans down and I stepped out of
them.  They were all over me now and the first stripper got down on his
knees and stuck his face into my crotch.  Once his tongue hit my clit I
knew I was going to screw them both.  At this point I was just gushing all
over his face and I think he liked it, but I wanted more, so I pulled him
up up, gabbed his dick, and laid down on the floor pulling him along.  He
started fucking me and it felt so good!"

   "It kind of turned into an orgy after that, even though there were only
two men.  Some of the women were obviously bisexual.  For instance, when
the stripper was fucking me one of the other women started pulling his cock
out of me and sucking on it.  Then she would lick me a few times and put it
back in for a few strokes.  She did this for quite a while before someone
else came and stole the stripper from us; then she ate me until I came. 
Those two strippers had amazing stamina, but eventually they were sucked
dry and couldn't get it up anymore.  That's when the party kind of petered
out." She breathed.

   I liked her final pun, but I didn't have time to think about it.  I was
too busy pulling her clothes off.  Once again we had intense sex after my
wife finished telling me about one of her adventures.

   Afterwards when we were cuddling in bed I thought about recent events.
Even though Jolene was telling me everything that was happening to her, and
sex with her was still great, I wanted to be more involved.  I wanted to be
there for some of her sexual exploits and take part myself.  I began to
realize that the only way would happen was if I arranged some of these
events, instead of waiting for something to happen.  Vague plans swirled in
my mind as I drifted off to sleep.



   Jolene Listens Ch.  08

   As I pondered the current situation I realized that there were some
potential problems looming in the near future.  Although my wife had
accepted her new behavior by way of her rationalization that she was now a
slut, and although I was enjoying the resulting sex between us, there were
still some issues to be resolved.  The first was the matter of her safety.
Eventually someone was bound to push things too far when they discovered
her submissive/obedient nature.  In these situations her martial arts
training may not be enough; she needed to carry a weapon.  I considered a
number of options and eventually settled on a eighteen inch collapsible
steel baton.  Fully compressed it measures only six inches long and weighs
just a few pounds making it relatively easy to carry in a purse or coat
pocket.  It can be quickly extended to it's full length with the flick of
the wrist and when used properly can seriously augment one's defensive and
offensive power.  Plus, one of the regular instructors at our gym teaches
baton tactics.  So I bought the baton and signed Jolene up for the classes.

   The second issue was that although I loved hearing about all of my
wife's sexual adventures and enjoyed the sex afterwards, I wanted to be
involved in some.  If I was present at more of them this would help
ameliorate my safety concerns as well.  The problem was that I had to work
full-time and I couldn't just take off whenever it looked like Jolene was
about to get into a potential sexual situation.  And even if I could, my
sudden presence could put a quick halt to the proceedings.  The answer was
obvious: I needed to organize, engineer, or otherwise plan events where my
wife could have sex with other men and where my participation would not be
deleterious.  To be truly useful this would have to be done on a frequent
basis.  This would take some careful thought and creativity.  What fun!

   My first inspiration came on Sunday while I was doing some yard work.  I
noticed that my neighbor Mac was outside working as well, so I stopped to
talk to him for a bit.  I mentioned that Jolene had recently purchased some
new sexy clothes and lingerie and that I was thinking that a new photo
shoot would be nice.  He leaped at the chance, of course, and offered to do
the shoot for us.  But not only stills, video as well.  I accepted his
"offer" and told him to come over in an hour.

   Jolene used that hour to get ready and by the time that Mac arrived and
setup his gear she was in her first outfit looking absolutely stunning. 
This time I took a more active role in posing my wife and moved on to the
more explicit poses much quicker than before.  By the time she came down in
her final lingerie set, a see-through camisole, white thong panties, and
"fuck me" pumps with four inch heels, both Mac and I were sporting very
hard wood.

   After a few pictures with the entire outfit I had her remove the thong.
I liked the look of her pussy on display, but her tits covered, or should I
say partially covered.  We took some more like that and then I had her
remove the camisole slowly as Mac took a half a dozen pictures.  Now we did
the really slutty photos where Jolene was squeezing her tits and fingering
her snatch.  It was really hot, but I wanted to turn up the heat even more
so I stepped into the frame and told my wife to get on her knees and take
out my cock.  I had Mac take pictures as she fondled my manhood and slipped
it into her mouth.  He captured some nice shots of Jolene licking the head
of my cock and teasing it with her tongue.  Then he took more as she opened
her mouth wide and slowly lowered her head down until she had taken the
entire length of my hard shaft.

   Now it was time for me to surprise Mac.  We had hooked up the camera's
video output to the big screen TV at the other end of the room so that I
could see what Mac was seeing though the viewfinder.  Up until now I had
let him frame all the shots, but now I instructed him to move the camera a
little to make some room on the other side of my wife.  Mac looked confused
until I told him to join us and then he his expression changed to one of
surprise.  He grabbed the remote for the camera and stood by Jolene where I
indicated.  Then I told my wife to turn around and suck Mac's cock.  His
surprise was replaced by joy as Jolene pushed his pants and underwear the
ground.  I had to remind him to continue taking pictures as she worked her
oral magic on his hard cock.

   I pulled up on her hips so that she was on her hands and knees, her ass
pointing invitingly at me.  I aimed my cock right at her pussy, almost
touching it.  Mac zoomed in and took a couple of pictures as I held the
pose.  Then I inserted just the head into her steaming tunnel.  I had to
put my hand on my wife's back to keep her from pushing backwards.  I could
feel her body trembling as we held the pose so that Mac could take a couple
of shots.  Then I slid in half-way and had him take two more shots before I
pushed all the way into Jolene's hot pussy.  At this point I was done
posing; I was fucking my wife with full strokes while she was blowing Mac
and he was snapping picture after picture.  After a minute of this I had
Jolene turn around 180 degrees.  Mac looked at me questioningly when she
presented her ass to him and I nodded my assent.  He looked like he was in
heaven as he slowly sunk his hard dick into her wet pussy.  My wife took my
steel hard cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down,
fucking me with her face.  We switched a few more times before Mac shot his
load into her mouth and I shot mine onto her back.  And it was all recorded
in glorious ten megapixel digital photographs and digital video.

   After that Mac licked Jolene to a couple of orgasms while I took the
camera off the tripod and got some closeups.  Then she sucked him back to
hardness and Mac and I spent the next hour and a half fucking my wife in
every way we knew, including a double-penetration with me in her ass and
Mac in her cunt.  It was a wonderful afternoon and the pictures tuned out
great.  I've been thinking of posting some of them on the Internet, but I
have not yet decided for sure.

   The next day was Monday and about eleven o'clock in the morning I got a
call from my wife telling me that Ed had come over and was now shaving her
cunt.  She even used the word 'cunt', which she never does.  I could hear
Ed in the background telling her what to say, so I knew she was deep into
her submissive persona.  She had always kept her 'cunt' well trimmed, but
apparently Ed wanted it completely bald.

   "I'm supposed to tell you that I must shave it every day because Ed
hates stubble.  If I don't I'll be punished." She breathed heavily into the
phone.

   "What kind of punishment?" I asked.

   I heard some murmuring in the background as she passed on my question.
"He says that bad girls get spanked, but that's just for starters." She
relayed.

   Sounded like Ed was a bit of a BSDM guy.  That could be interesting. 
"Better behave then." I told her.

   "I will, daddy." She said in a sultry voice.  There was more murmuring.
"I have to go now.  Ed says he wants to try out my freshly shaved cunt. 
He's going to fuck me silly on our bed and then have me use his cum as a
moisturizer on my cunt." She hung up.

   My cock was hard the rest of the day thinking of old Ed Jacobson shaving
my slutty submissive wife and fucking her on our bed.  Trying to get any
quality work done these days was becoming difficult.  I would have to learn
a whole new meaning for the word 'professionalism' if I was going to
maintain my work standards.

   When I got home I inspected her newly bald pussy.  It gave her a kind of
prepubescent look, until you noticed her tits; they were definitely adult
sized!  But despite this when we fucked it felt great, so I decided to let
Ed have his way and let her keep shaving it.  Afterwards I was thinking
that if I kept up the current pace my dick was going to fall off.  I knew
that she needed more sex than even I and Ed could provide, but where could
I find safe, clean men for her?  I decided that I didn't want any more
neighbors involved, nor anyone from work.  All my friends were out too;
they were all married and I didn't want to run the risk of ruining their
marriages.  For the moment I was stumped.  And sore.

   My answer came from an unexpected direction.  On Wednesday my boss
called me into his office.  He told me that he had been invited to a party
being thrown on Friday night by the manager at another company we had just
signed a big contract with.  This contract was a joint venture to develop a
new product and was important to our company.  The problem was that my boss
already had plans, but he didn't want to lose the opportunity to get to
know the other team better.  So he wanted me to go instead.  They were more
my age than his anyway, he rationalized, so I'd be able to get a better
'read' on them.  It was a semi-casual affair at this other manager's home
and he encouraged me to bring Jolene so that it wouldn't look like I was
trying to spy on them.  Of course, that was my assignment, but he didn't
want it to look like that.

   Jolene was excited about the prospect of meeting some new people and
readily accepted the invitation.  I was worried about the potential
consequences if she should get out of control, but I figured I could keep
an eye on her well enough at a private home.

   When I returned home on Friday evening my wife was still getting ready
so I took a quick shower and shaved.  When she was finally finished she
looked stunning.  She had on a black cocktail dress that looked very sexy
on her.  It only showed a modest amount of cleavage, but was scooped low in
the back and ended about three or four inches above her knees.  It was
obvious with so much of her back bare that she couldn't wear a bra with it,
so her tits had a nice bounce when she walked.  Actually, the little dress
supported her better than I thought it would and the effect was sexy, but
not slutty.  Probably the right look for a party like this.  She had on
nice strappy, open toed shoes with about three inch heels and pantyhose. 
Her hair and makeup were tastefully done and it looked like she had gotten
a manicure as well.

   When we arrived the party was already in full swing and after the
obligatory introductions by the host we were free to mingle.  As I had
anticipated, Jolene received a lot of attention by all the men.  I didn't
mind because this distracted them and made it easier for me to 'work' them.
The drinks were flowing freely, which in some ways also made my job easier,
but I had to be careful not to drink too much myself.

   About an hour in I heard a voice that I recognized.  I turned around and
there was one of my best friends from High School, Tom Turner.  Momentarily
forgetting my wife I quickly walked across the room directly towards him.

   "Tom!  It's good to see you." I exclaimed as I stuck my hand out.  "What
are you doing here?" I asked as he shook my proffered hand.

   "Pete!  " He hailed me.  "I could ask you the same thing."

   It turned out that he worked for the gentleman who was throwing the
party; and in fact Tom was the system architect for the project.  I told
him that it looked like we were going to work together since I was the
technical lead for the software development team on our end.  He seemed
pleased at that prospect.  We talked and caught up on what we were each
doing now.

   "So, are you married yet?" I asked him.

   "Was." He answered.  "But we got divorced a year ago."

   "Oh, I'm sorry." I said.

   "Don't be.  Tina turned into a real bitch after we got married.  The
only thing I miss is the sex, she was a real tiger in bed." He assured me.

   "You married a girl named Tina?" I asked, laughing.

   "Don't even go there." He warned, playfully.  "So, I heard you and
Jolene tied the knot.  Couldn't she make it tonight?"

   "Yes, we did get married." I replied.  "She's right over there." I said
as I pointed to my wife.

   His eyes almost popped out of his head.  "That's Jolene?" He asked
incredulously.  "Wow!  She looks great."

   I chuckled.  "Yeah, she sure does."

   We watched her talking a flirting with a small group of men across the
room.  "I can't get over how much she's changed since I last saw her." Tom
marveled.

   "In what way?" I asked.

   "She's more confidant, less, um, reserved." He answered.

   "You mean less repressed." I half joked.

   "Well, I don't know about that, but she sure has changed." He replied.

   "Yeah, she really exudes sexiness now, doesn't she?" I offered.

   "Got that right.  Man, you're one lucky bastard." He commented.

   "You don't know the half of it." I said cryptically.  "Come one, let's
get you two reacquainted."

   We waked across the room and I got my wife's attention.  "Look who I
found, honey."

   "Tom Turner!  It's great to see you." She exclaimed and gave him a big
hug.  Tom was surprised for a moment, but then returned her affection with
a squeeze of his own.

   "It's great to see you too.  You look fabulous." He said to my wife as
they hugged.

   We chatted for a while, but the conversation inevitably turned to shop
talk between Tom and I and Jolene drifted off with a nice couple that had
briefly joined us.  As we continued to talk I took advantage of the fine
bourbon that our host had stocked and probably drank more than I should
have.  Tom was taking it slower, but then he never was much of a drinker.

   Although we were pretty involved in our conversation I still kept track
of Jolene, watching as she playfully flirted with all the men there.  I
noticed that Tom was doing the same thing, even though he was trying to be
discrete.  At some point while were were debating memory cache
architectures I realized that Tom wasn't really listening to me anymore. 
It looked like he was distracted by something on the other side of the
room. I glanced in that direction and didn't see anything of note.  Then it
struck me that it was what was missing that had his attention: my wife.  I
excused myself saying I needed to go to the bathroom, but in reality I was
looking for Jolene.

   I couldn't find her inside the house, so I wandered outside by the side
door.  It was dark, but I made my way around the back using the moonlight.
As I came around the corner I heard voices.  I couldn't tell exactly what
they were saying, however I did recognize that one of the voices belonged
to my wife.  I stopped by a large bush and peered around it.  A couple was
standing in the dim light, silhouetted slightly my light coming from a
window.  There was no doubt now, it was Jolene and one of the men from the
party.  They were standing close together, loosely in each others arms,
talking quietly.  After a minute or two they kissed, lightly at first, but
then with more urgency.  I noticed his hands started to wander over her
back and down to her ass.  When he brought them around to the front to grab
her tits she stopped him.  They talked briefly, and then my wife squatted
down in front of him, lowered his zipper and pulled his hard cock out of
his pants.

   I was fascinated watching her suck him off.  She looked sexy as hell in
her little cocktail dress, bobbing her head up and down on his manhood, her
shiny lipstick just visible in the moonlight.  He didn't last long and soon
was pumping his seed into her mouth.  She expertly took it all without
spilling any and swallowed it down.  After she milked him dry she tucked
his softening member back into his pants and they turned and went back into
the house.

   "Now that was erotic!" Tom said from behind me.

   I startled and whirled around to face my old friend.  "What did you see?
Did you follow me?" I stuttered.

   "Everything and yes, in that order." Tom answered.  "But I still can't
believe it.  What is going on with you two?" He asked.

   I don't know why, maybe because I had too much to drink, or maybe
because I needed to tell someone, but I told him the entire story starting
with the attack in the alley.  I poured out my soul and confessed my sins;
I told him everything.

   "Bullshit." Was his response.

   "I can prove it." I stated confidently.

   "OK.  Prove it." He challenged.

   "What?  Now?" I asked.

   "Yes, now." He demanded.

   I didn't like being called a liar.  "Come on then." I replied
indignantly and headed back into the house the way I had come out.  I found
my wife in the living room with a fresh drink and laughing with a couple.

   "Follow me please." I said to her and headed out of the living room. 
She looked confused but followed me with Tom in tow as well.  I led them
upstairs and found an empty bedroom.  After we were all inside I closed the
door.  Jolene looked at me quizzically and I simply answered her unspoken
question with her hypnotic pass phrase.  She immediately relaxed, her
eyelids drooped and her face became emotionless.

   "What do you want her to do?" I asked.

   Tom snorted.  "Have her take off her dress.  The Jolene I knew would
never do that."

   "Jolene, take off your dress." I simply said and she immediately pulled
the thin straps off her shoulders and pushed the small dress down to the
ground where it puddled up at her feet.  She stood there completely naked
except for her pantyhose and shoes while Tom looked at her in obvious lust.

   "She'll do anything?" He asked.

   "I think so, but I haven't really tried anything extreme." I answered.

   "Jolene, I want you to..." He started saying.

   "She can't hear you." I interrupted him.  "Jolene, you can now hear Tom.
Obey him as you would me."

   "Jolene, I want you to go downstairs and have sex with everybody there
that's willing." He instructed.

   I was too shocked to say anything as my wife turned around, stepped to
the door and opened it up.  She was really going to do it!

   "Stop!" Tom ordered just as she was about to walk out of the room. 
"Close the door and come back here."

   Jolene closed the door and returned to where we were standing, seemingly
oblivious as to what she was about to do.

   "Jolene, how many times a week do you have sex?" Tom asked.

   "About four or five." She answered truthfully.

   "With just Peter?" He queried.

   "Mostly." She said tonelessly.

   "So you have sex with other men too?" He continued his interrogation.

   "Yes."

   "How much sex would you like to have every week?" Tom asked her.

   "More." Was my wife's simple answer.

   "How much more?" He pressed.

   "A lot more." She responded.

   Tom looked at me.  "I think she's answering truthfully.  I don't think
she really knows what her limits are yet." I explained.

   "Are you a slut that can't get enough sex?" Tom asked my wife.

   "Oh yes." She answered, almost enthusiastically.

   "I believe you Peter, but I think you have a problem, Dude." Tom told
me. Finally someone who understood my predicament!  "And fortunately I
think I can help you out."

   "How?" I asked, suddenly suspicious.

   "By providing what you lack, starting with imagination." He said smugly.

   "What are you talking about?" I demanded.

   "Let me demonstrate." He replied.  "Jolene, when you wake up you will
feel like you've had way too much to drink.  In fact, you will be near the
point of passing out.  You will remain awake and will feel and remember
everything that happens, however you will not be able to stand up, hear, or
talk.  You will have no inhibitions and will not be able to stop anybody
from doing whatever they want to with your body.  Do you understand?"

   My wife nodded her head and said "Yes."

   "Good, now I want you to go and lay on the bed, on your back." Tom
instructed and Jolene obeyed.  "Now when I count to three you will wake up
and feel drunk just as I told you."

   As he counted I wondered where he was taking this.  How did he know that
I fantasized about having men ravish my wife while she was drunk?  Maybe
all men that enjoy sharing their wifes have this fantasy, but regardless I
had a feeling I was going to see it played out.  Why didn't I think of
giving her a post-hypnotic suggestion like that?

   As she laid on the bed, looking completely shit-faced drunk, Tom walked
over to her and started fondling her tits.  When she didn't respond except
to moan weakly he slid his hand down her body and began rubbing her pussy
through the nylons.  Upon seeing that she wasn't going to stop him, Tom
pulled her nylons down to her ankles and spread her legs.

   "That's a great looking pussy." He stated.  "I just can't resist them
when they are bald." And he proceeded to climb between her legs and lick
her snatch.

   Jolene just whimpered and moaned the entire time, but otherwise she
appeared to be nearly comatose.  After she shuddered in an apparent orgasm
Tom pulled his pants down and quickly mounted her.  I guessed that he
hadn't had sex in a while because he slammed into her very forcefully and
jackhammer fucked her for only thirty seconds or so before he was emptying
his spunk deep into her pussy.  When he was finished he stepped back and
admired his handiwork.

   "Did you like that?" Tom asked me.

   I could only nod my head at that point, not trusting my voice.

   "I thought you would.  You go hide in the closet and I'll spread a rumor
that your wife is drunk up here pulling a train and you can watch." He
said.

   I looked at him in alarm, not sure if that was a good idea.

   "Don't worry, all the guys here are clean and discrete.  A couple even
have vasectomies.  You can trust them.  You can trust me." He reassured me.
It must have been the alcohol, or the prospect of seeing my wife being used
in this manner, but I couldn't say no.

   I headed into the closet and Tom left the room, but kept the door open
an inch or two.  I waited for about five minutes before I heard someone
approach the door and open it slowly.  It was one of the men that I had met
much earlier in the evening, but I couldn't remember his name.  He peered
into the room and whispered my wife's name, probably trying to ascertain if
she was really out of it or not.  Not getting an answer he entered the room
and closed the door.  He approached the bed and called out her name a
little louder, but still she didn't respond.  Emboldened, he put his hand
on her knee and slowly slid it down her thigh until he reached her sopping
pussy.

   "Nice snatch." He said as he leaned over and cupped one of her breasts.
"Great tits too."

   Jolene mumbled incoherently and moved her head slightly, but otherwise
didn't visibly react to him as he played with her nude body.  After a few
moments he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.  Then he
retrieved a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto his prick before
climbing up onto the bed and slipping it into my nearly unconscious wife's
pussy.  He began pounding her fiercely, using her as a fuck toy to get
himself off.  This was pure selfish sex with no concern for Jolene or any
thought for her enjoyment.  It was also one of the hottest things I'd ever
seen.  How fucked up is that?

   He maintained that pace for only a couple of minutes before he came,
grunting and repeating "Oh fuck".  When he was finished he got off the bed
and removed the condom, dropping it in a nearby garbage can.  "Man, you are
one hot bitch." He said before walking out of the room, leaving the door
partly open like it was when he arrived.

   Three more men came into the room and fucked my wife.  Only one of them
used a condom, the other two rode her bareback, shooting their loads into
her pussy, but they all used her as a cum dump.  Even so, I think she
orgasmed a few times herself.  There was a long pause after the last guy
and I was starting to think about getting the hell out of there when I saw
the bedroom door open again.

   This time it was the host, Darren and his wife Lucy!  "Oh, aren't we the
drunken little slut." Lucy scolded Jolene.  "I think you need to teach her
a lesson about getting drunk at parties." She said to her husband.

   He just smiled and dropped his pants, freeing the largest cock I'd ever
seen in person.  It was at least eight or nine inches long, which was
impressive enough, but the head was huge and looked all out of proportion
to the size of his shaft which was no larger around than mine.  He really
looked like he had a spear sticking up out of his pelvis instead of a cock.
He climbed on the bed and rubbed that huge head up and down Jolene's wet
slit getting it lubricated.  Then he positioned his impressive tool at her
entrance and started pushing forward.  At first it didn't look like he was
making any progress getting it into her, but he kept up the pressure and
slowly began to sink in.

   "Yes, show her what a real man feels like." Lucy encouraged her husband.

   "Oh fuck, she's so fucking tight." Darren moaned.

   Now I was glad that those other five guys had fucked her first,
otherwise I'm not sure she would have been able to accommodate him; I think
he had the largest cock that had ever been in my wife's pussy, even
including Ed Jacobson.  Jolene started babbling something and flopping her
head back and forth.  Darren must have interpreted that as "too much, too
much" or something because he backed his huge dick out of her pussy.  My
wife experienced only a brief respite, however, because as soon as it was
out Darren reversed his motion and started pressing his cock back into her.
He manged to get more of his impressive cock into her well used cunt before
backing out again.  He kept doing this, patiently working it in deeper and
deeper until he finally hit bottom, his pubic bone pressed up against
Jolene's.  Now the serious fucking started and my wife became as animated
as I'd seen her since Tom took her out of the hypnotic state.  But despite
my fears, she did not wake up from her "drunken" state.

   "Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon." Darren exclaimed.

   "She must be a hot cunt." Lucy commented lustily.

   "Oh god, her pussy is so tight and hot." He hissed through clenched
teeth.  "Fuck, she's cumming, oh god."

   Darren thrust into my wife's pussy one last time and moaned as he
shuddered and pumped his jism into her depths.  Lucy grabbed his ass and
squeezed it.  "Pump all your juice into her hot cunt, yeah." She encouraged
her husband.

   Darren held his cock inside Jolene for a few moments as his wife played
with his balls and ass.  When he pulled out and climbed off the bed Lucy
got down onto her knees and cleaned off his dick with her mouth.  When she
was finished she tucked Darren's softening cock back into his pants and he
left the room, however Lucy stayed.

   "Come on out." She said as she looked in my direction.  "I know you're
in here."

   I knew I was busted, so I stepped out of the closet, slightly
embarrassed at being caught voyeuring my wife.  Lucy surprised me yet again
by pulling her dress off and removing her tiny pair of panties.  Then she
climbed up on the bed between my wife's legs.  "Come on over her and fuck
me while I suck all the cum out of your wife's slutty cunt." She instructed
me.

   If I had not been drinking and incredibly horny from what I had just
witnessed, I probably would of declined her offer.  As it was I just walked
up to her, dropped my trousers and pushed my rock hard cock into her wet
pussy.  She was not as tight as Jolene, probably because of her husband's
size, but the sound of her slurping at my wife's pussy was still pushing me
quickly towards my climax.  I tried to hold it off and did manage for a few
minutes, but when Jolene started creaming on Lucy's tongue it triggered my
own trip to ecstasy city.

   After I pulled out of her Lucy continued to lick juices flowing out of
my wife's pussy for a few minutes.  When she was finally finished she
pulled her dress back on and wiped off her face with a tissue.

   "We haven't had a fun couple like you at one of our parties for quite a
long time.  You are welcome back any time." She told me and left the room,
closing the door tightly.

   I figured the evening was over, so I put my wife back into a hypnotic
state and suggested that while she was still drunk, she was feeling better
and could now walk and talk, albeit not too well.  I also set it up to
expire during the night while she slept so that she would feel mostly
normal in the morning.  When I woke her up she was groggy as expected and I
had to help her get her nylons back up and her dress on.  As we slowly made
our way down the stairs I noticed that most of the guests had left, so we
were able to make a discrete exit.  Well, discrete in this circumstance was
relative, but we got out of there without any awkward questions.

   Jolene tried to talk to me, but I shushed her and put her to bed when we
got home.  I told her to sleep and that we would talk in the morning.  I
had a feeling I'd be hearing from Tom soon and for the first time in a long
time I was not feeling as apprehensive about the future.