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   Jolene Listens Ch.  09

   On Sunday morning I awoke to find myself alone in the bed.  I sat up and
my head protested by exploding.  Well, not literally, but that's what it
felt like.  Thinking how much I hated hangovers, I stumbled into the
bathroom and downed some aspirin.  Resisting the urge to go back to bed I
made my way downstairs to find my wife Jolene in the kitchen drinking a cup
of coffee and eating a bagel.

   "That coffee smells good." I said pouring myself a cup.

   "Would you like me to make you some eggs or something?" She offered.

   "No, I'm not sure my stomach would tolerate that." I answered.  "I think
I'll just stick with a bagel too."

   I toasted a bagel, spread some butter on it and sat down at the table
with my wife.  I was still nursing a nasty headache; you would have thought
by now that I would have learned to watch how much I drink, but apparently
not.  Maybe this one would do it.

   "So, did you enjoy the party last night?" I asked my wife.

   She smiled at the memory.  "Yes I did, although I didn't realize how
much I drank.  Thankfully I'm not really hungover this morning, although it
doesn't look like you can say the same."

   I ignored her jibe about my hangover.  "So what do you remember?"

   "I remember everything right up to the point where I was feeling woozy
and you brought me upstairs to lay down.  Things get a little fuzzy after
that." She answered.

   She was not feeling "woozy" before we went upstairs, but since she
"knew" she was drunk, her mind must have provided that detail.  It never
ceased to amaze me how much our memory reflects what we believe happened,
in contrast to reality.  In fact, it makes me wonder what "reality" really
is.

   My wife went on to describe her little meeting outside that ended in a
blowjob and her subsequent "drunken" gangbang upstairs.  She seemed to
remember what she felt and what was said directly to her, but it sounded
like other conversations in the room escaped her notice.

   For my part I pretended that I had not noticed any of her sexual
activities, telling her that I was busy talking to Tom and working the
room. She accepted that, but was worried that I was upset with her for her
behavior.  I pointed out that I loved her slutty behavior and that what
happened after she was "passed out" was not her fault.

   Normally all this talk of sex would have led to me fucking Jolene's
brains out, but I was a bit worn out from all the sex lately and was not in
the mood.  A few months ago I would not have believed such a thing
possible.

   Later that day Tom called to see how we were doing, but I knew he was
mostly concerned about Jolene.

   "Say, I think I have a way to help you with your little problem." He
commented.

   "I'm listening." I replied.

   "I have this friend who is a bit of an inventor and I think he's working
on something that I think you both would find interesting." He said.

   "Really?" I answered.  I didn't know what he was talking about, but with
Tom there was the possibility of something really fun.

   "Yes.  Come by my place after supper on Tuesday night and I'll bring you
over to meet him.  I promise it will be worth your time."

   Well, that was enigmatic, but I was curious so I accepted his offer and
informed my wife.  She was more cautious than me, but she still wanted to
find out what Tom was up to, so she didn't object.  I could have forced her
to go anyway, of course, but for some reason I enjoyed it more when she
went along with my plans willingly.

   On Tuesday night I found myself standing at Tom's front door ringing the
bell.  Jolene was right beside me wearing a relatively modest blouse and
skirt.  Tom answered the door and invited us in.  He had a very nice house,
not much bigger than ours, but more upscale in terms of features and
furnishing.  After giving us a quick tour he told us that he was driving us
over to his friend Ned's house.  Ned was a real geek who worked with Tom as
a software engineer, but was also a part-time inventor.  Tom said that Ned
was working on something that not only would we be interested in, but that
we could help Ned out with it.  I still had no idea what he was talking
about, but he wouldn't say more, only that we had to see 'it', whatever
'it' was and then we would understand.

   Tom drove us over in his car; it was only a few miles away.  Ned's house
was much more modest than Tom's; even ours was nicer.  Ned was a decent
enough guy, kind of quiet and shy, but obviously quite intelligent.  He
seemed to have a computer in ever room and they were all networked to a
central server.  His "work room", which I think was originally the family
room, was stuffed with electronics equipment and work benches.  Geek
indeed.

   In the middle of the room was an office chair, the kind you might find
in a waiting room, and underneath it was some sort of mechanism with a
tangle of wires coming out of it and leading to some equipment on one of
the work benches.

   "This is it." Tom said with a flourish as he pointed to the chair.

   "A chair." I replied, disappointed.  I was hoping for something a little
more exciting.

   "Oh, no." He assured us.  "This is the next big thing in adult
entertainment."

   "Really." I said deadpan.

   "Now don't oversell it, Tom, it still needs a lot of testing." Ned
cautioned.

   "And that is exactly why Jolene is here." Tom answered.

   Ned blushed at this point, but I was not sure why at the time.  "OK, so
what's so special about this chair?" I asked.

   "Come over and take a look." Tom said.

   Jolene and I were behind it, so we circled around to stand by Tom. 
There, sticking up out of a hole in the seat of the chair, was a fake cock.
It was very realistic looking, but hardly revolutionary.  Seeing that we
were not impressed, Tom made a gesture in Ned's direction.  Suddenly the
cock started pumping smoothly up and down.

   "Oh, I see, it's a fucking machine built into a chair.  But what makes
that so special?" I asked.

   "It's much more sophisticated that you may think." Tom answered and made
a motion for Ned to turn it off.  "Feel it."

   I was a little reluctant, but reminded myself it was just a piece of
plastic, so I reached down and wrapped my hand around it.  As soon as I did
I snatched my hand back as if I had been burned.

   "Something wrong?" Tom chuckled.

   "It feels like real skin  -" and it's warm, hot almost." I replied,
shocked.

   "Really?" Jolene asked.  "Let me feel it."

   My wife reached out and fondled the fake cock, obviously liking what she
felt.

   "Wow, it does feel real." She said.

   "How?" I asked.

   "It's made of a material called CyberSkin and there is a small heater
inside to make it warm.  Amazing how real it feels, eh?" Tom replied.

   I just nodded my head in agreement, still feeling a bit strange from
touching it.

   "Everything is programmable too: the stroke length, the penetration
angle, and of course the speed.  In fact, you can change any parameter
while it's running, or you can program any pattern you want ahead of time
and just let it run." Tom informed us.  "This is still a prototype, but Ned
needs to test it more before he can proceed with further development.  The
problem is finding women to test it.  Ned isn't that socially adept and he
does not trust too many people.  I've convinced him that he can trust you."

   Jolene looked at Tom with wide eyes.  "You want ME to test it?" I saw
fear, but also desire in her eyes.

   "If it's OK with Pete." He answered her.

   They all looked at me, including Ned.  It seemed like a strange notion,
using a machine to fuck a woman.  Sure I'd heard of such things, but I'd
never really thought about it much, at least not in connection to my wife.
But now as I did think about it I found myself getting turned on by the
perversion of it.  I was also curious as to how much she could cum before
she begged us to turn it off.

   I smiled evilly and said to my wife, "Yes, I'd like you to help Ned test
it."

   Jolene gulped.  "OK, what do I do?"

   "Just take off your clothes and sit down." Tom answered.

   She hesitated.  "Go ahead." I prodded.

   She blushed as she stripped out of her clothes.  I don't know why; many
men had seen her naked by now.  Just another mystery, I guess.  While she
did that Tom applied some lube to the fake cock, although Jolene was
probably so wet that it wasn't needed.

   Then Tom handed her small box with some knobs on it and a cable running
out one end.  He explained that it was used to make the initial adjustments
for the stroke angle and length.  She turned one knob and the cock slowly
pushed up, penetrating her wet snatch.  She kept moving it up until it was
apparently inserted as far as she wanted it, and then she adjusted the
angle slightly with another knob.  With the dildo filling my wife's pussy
Tom pushed a button to save those settings and then showed her how to use
the knob to withdraw it.  When it was almost all the way out she stopped it
and Tom saved that setting as well.

   Now that it was all adjusted to her body Tom explained how to start the
machine and control the speed.  She started out slowly, enjoying the deep
strokes the machine was generating.

   "Notice how quiet it is." Tom commented.  "Everything else is very
noisy, which really turns a lot of people off.  Also notice how her hands
are now completely free.  She can play with her tits, or her clit.  She can
even use a vibe if she wants.  Since she's sitting in a comfortable chair
she can watch pornos on TV, or whatever.  Theoretically she could use it
for hours on end."

   "Theoretically." I replied.  "If she were a nymphomaniac."

   Tom chuckled.  "We'll see."

   By now Jolene had turned the speed up a little and was pulling on her
nipples.  It looked like she was heading for her first orgasm.

   "A feature we have talked about adding is the ability for it to
'ejaculate' lubricant upon command.  This would make it more realistic
feeling and would be a great way to deliver some lube if necessary." Tom
stated as we watched my wife shudder through her first climax.  It wasn't
the biggest I'd ever seen her have, but it was definitely one of the
quickest.

   She basked in the afterglow for a little bit while the machine continued
to make squishy sounds as it stroked the fake cock in and out of her
drooling cunt.  When that subsided she increased the speed some and started
diddling her clit with one hand while caressing her tits with the other. 
My wife was in her own world now, totally ignoring the three men watching
her in quiet fascination.

   Three more times we watched as she shuddered in orgasmic bliss, each one
more intense than the last, and each time she increased the speed of the
machine.  At this point the fake cock was pumping faster than any human was
capable and Jolene was nearly delirious with pleasure, moaning continually.
Then there was a puff of smoke from underneath the chair and the fake cock
stopped moving.

   "Oh hell, what was that?" Ned exclaimed as he quickly got down on all
fours to examine the apparatus under the chair, completely ignoring the
sweaty naked woman sitting in it.

   Jolene had stopped moaning, but made no move to get up.  Judging from
her heavy breathing I guessed that she didn't yet have the strength to
move.

   "It looks like the output FET in the motor controller blew." Ned
commented, sill on his hands and knees poking at a tangle of wires and
circuit boards.

   "Can you fix it?" Tom asked.

   "Yes, of course." Ned answered with an annoyed voice.  "But not tonight.
I need to figure out what went wrong.  That FET should have been able to
handle that motor even at any speed.  Maybe there was ringing on the gate
on the negative edge, or perhaps there's a logic problem that caused
shoot-through.  I have to do some analysis and debug it."

   "OK, OK." Tom replied and then pulled me aside out of earshot of my
wife. "By the way, I had to tell the guys at work that Jolene is not your
wife, but a professional escort."

   "What?" I barked.  "You told them she was a hooker?"

   "Yes, but an expensive one." He answered quickly, motioning me to keep
my voice down.  "They were starting to talk and I didn't think you wanted
it to get back to your company that she's really a slut.  I figured it
would be less salacious if you had a mistress.  I had to come up with
something fast.  Sorry."

   "No, that's OK, I guess I can live with that." I responded.

   "That does bring up a few other problems though." He said cautiously.

   "Like what?" I asked.

   "Like tonight, for example.  Since Ned thinks she's a professional he
will want to reimburse you for her time." Tom answered.

   "He's going to pay me for my wife's time?"

   "He will insist on reimbursing you for the time he used that he thinks
you have already paid for, yes." Tom said.

   "OK, that'll feel weird, but I guess I can handle that too.  How much
did you tell him that I paid?" I inquired.

   "Two hundred dollars an hour." He informed me.

   "Really?"

   "Oh yeah, if she were a professional 'escort' she could easily charge
that much." He answered.

   "Wow" was all I could say at that point.

   I noticed that my wife was trying to lever herself out of the chair so I
sprinted across the room and helped her up.  Her legs were a little wobbly
and her body was covered in sweat, but she seemed unharmed.

   "So what do you think about Ned's little toy?" Tom asked her.

   She smiled contentedly.  "Very nice.  I'm sorry I broke it though."

   "Oh, don't worry, that's the point of testing; to find the weak points.
I'm sure Ned can fix it, and it'll be better than it was before." Tom
assured her.

   "Oh good." She replied.  "When do you think I can try it again?"

   I was flabbergasted!  She could barely walk after cumming four times on
the thing and she wanted another go at it.  Tom just laughed.

   "My, my, you are insatiable." He teased, but Jolene didn't even seem
embarrassed by his remark.  She just gave him a mischievous little smile,
telling us both that she agreed with him.

   As my wife got dressed Ned approached, and without saying a word, handed
me two crisp one hundred dollar bills.  Jolene was looking the other way so
I don't think she saw the transaction.  I just nodded once and stuffed them
into my pocket.

   "When Ned gets the machine fixed, would you like to test it again?" I
asked my wife on the drive home.

   "Sure." She answered.  "It was fun."

   "What did you like the best about it?" I queried.

   She thought about it for a moment and then replied, "That it didn't
stop. It just kept going and going."

   "How much longer do you think you could have kept going?" I wondered.

   "I don't know." She answered.  "I've never had that happen."

   "You've never been satisfied?" I responded.  "You've always been left
wanting more?"

   "Oh no, I've been satisfied many times - most of the time.  No, I just
meant that I've never had so much sex that I couldn't take anymore." She
said.

   I wondered what it would take for her to reach that point.  Maybe I
would find out when the machine was fixed.

   The next day Tom called me at the office.  He told me that he had a
program where he rewarded his three most productive engineers every month.
He had a pretty decent budget for this and let the men choose what they
wanted to do.  Usually they did something like play golf at a pricey course
or go to a car racing school.  This month he informed me they wanted to
spend a couple of hours banging my wife.

   Remember, they thought she was a hooker, so this seemed like a
reasonable request to them.  I wasn't sure at first, but Tom pointed out
that this was a great way to satisfy her need for sex, and he could vouch
they were all clean.  Apparently one of them had already had sex with her
at the party, which is probably how they got the idea.  And if I wanted to
he would pay the now normal rate of two hundred dollars an hour as well.

   I didn't like the idea of pimping my wife again, so I turned down the
money but told him Jolene would love to be the monthly reward for his
engineers.  It's funny how I didn't mind having her fuck other men, but it
just felt wrong to get paid for it.  Don't ask me to explain it.  Anyway,
Tom was cool with that and gave me the details on where and when she was to
meet them.  He thought it would be weird if I was there and might make the
others wonder, so I agreed to stay home that night.

   When I told Jolene about this newest development I was a little
surprised that she was not angry that I didn't ask her first.  I guess she
was getting used to me arranging sexual encounters for her.

   Jolene continued to fuck Ed Jacobson at irregular intervals and our own
sex life remained strong.  Her martial arts continued to improve and she
was getting pretty good with the baton.  Her body began to look like an
athlete's.  Not thin like a runner, or bulked up like a lifter, but tone
and supple.

   When the night came to meet with Tom and his three engineers I picked
out an outfit from her ever expanding wardrobe that said "high priced
hooker".  This wasn't too difficult since she had everything from
"elegantly sexy" to "total slut" by now.

   She left about eight-thirty and was to meet them at a local hotel at
nine.  I told her I expected her home by midnight and to be a good slut for
Tom.  She just gave me a sexy smile and left.  I reflected on the fact that
it didn't seem strange to send my wife out to get gangbanged by four men.
But not for too long - there was a UFC event on pay-per-view.

   She returned home a little after midnight, and it looked like she had
indeed been well fucked.  She told me that Tom had met her in the lobby and
took her up to the room, briefing her on the names of the men and what was
expected of her.  He wanted her to be uninhibited and assertive, but also
do whatever she was told.

   The other men were waiting in the room when Tom ushered her inside. 
There was an awkward silence at first; nobody seemed to know what to do, so
Jolene asserted herself.  She turned on the TV and found a music channel.
Then she performed a sexy strip tease for them.  Once she was nude she
started giving them all lap dances, but by the time she got to the third
man and sat in his lap she discovered he had pulled his cock out of his
pants.  It didn't take long for him to plunge it into her already dripping
pussy.

   Now that the fucking had started the rest of them stripped and she was
surrounded by hard cocks.  While she was getting her first fuck of the
night she fondled and sucked on them like a greedy little slut.  After the
guy she was fucking came in her she moved to the bed for some serious
debauchery.

   The next two hours consisted of continuous sex with one or all of her
holes always full.  After she had drained them all several times she took a
quick shower and returned home.  At this point I didn't press her for the
details; I could do that later if I wished.  I just had her suck me off to
relieve my hard-on and we went to bed, both of us satisfied.  Yeah, life
was pretty fucking good.

   Tom called a few days later and told me that his guys loved their reward
(Jolene) and were talking about "next time".

   "Sorry dude, but I think word will get around the office pretty quickly
and they will all want the same thing every month." He said.

   "I'm OK with that." I replied.  "It's only once a month after all."

   "Well, actually I have this weekly poker game and I thought that it
would be fun to have Jolene over once and a while to serve us drinks and
such." Tom floated.

   "Yeah, and then fuck everybody silly." I responded.

   "Of course." He admitted.  "But don't worry, I've known these guys for
years and they are all married, so they are clean and will keep quiet."

   "Sure, why not?  Can I sit in on the first game at least so that I can
meet them?" I asked.

   "No problem, but the buy-in is two hundred bucks." He answered.

   "Hey, I'm bringing the entertainment." I objected.  "You can cover me."

   "OK, OK, you have a deal." He chuckled.  "The next game is on Friday
night at eight o'clock till whenever.  Sometimes it gets pretty late, but I
have a feeling that won't be the case with your wife there tempting
everyone."

   "You're probably right." I replied.

   By this time I didn't expect my wife to object to me arranging another
gang bang for her, and sure enough she didn't.  In fact, her response was
one of enthusiastic anticipation.  Her transformation was now complete, I
had not needed put her into the deep hypnotic state for weeks now.  She was
the perfect little hot-wife, home-maker, marital-artist, cum-slut.

   The next day I came home from work to find a sign on my front door that
said "Hot Slut Central, Come On In".  More than curious I opened the door
and went in.  Jolene was lying naked and blindfolded on top of a large
towel on the floor.  Her hands were tied above her head to the love-seat
and her legs tied lewdly open to the sofa on one side and the heavy
entertainment center to the other.  It looked like whoever did it knew what
they were doing because they used heavy rope and leather cuffs.

   Above my wife's head, on the love-seat, was another sign that read "This
little slut was bad and must be punished.  Please use any of her holes as
you see fit."

   "Who's there?" She whispered a little fearfully.

   I didn't answer her.  Instead I just looked down at her naked form.  Her
nipples were hard little nubs standing straight up and her pussy was
glistening with moisture.  In fact, it looked like some semen was leaking
out of it!  Somebody else had come in here and already fucked her - maybe a
complete stranger.  I wondered who it was and how long she had been laying
here like this.

   Ultimately I could not resist the urge to use her myself, so I dropped
my trousers and laid down on top of her.  I don't know if she knew it was
me or not, but she let out a little sigh when I entered her.  I shagged her
brutally for a few minutes before adding my cum to the rest in her hot
snatch.  Then, still without saying a word, I pulled up my pants and exited
out the front door.

   I waited in my car for a few minutes.  I wanted her to think that I had
been another stranger.  I know that's weird, but it turned me on
tremendously.

   "Jolene, what the fuck is going on?" I asked when I reentered the house.

   "Oh Peter." She exclaimed.  "I'm so glad you're home.  Please untie me."

   "Who the hell did this to you?" I asked in mock anger as I started
working on the knots.

   "It was Ed.  He left a note for you on the kitchen table." She answered.

   After I untied her and helped loosen up her stiff muscles a little I
went into the kitchen.  There was an envelope on the table with my name
written on it in large block letters.  Inside was a note that read:

   Peter,

   As you know, I ordered Jolene to keep her pubic region shaved, and that
if she did not she would be punished.  Today I came over to fuck her and
found her pussy was full of stubble.  That just won't do!  So I had to
punish her.  I hope you approve.  By the way, don't worry too much, the
other man before you is a friend of mine who will be fucking her more in
the future.  Also I kept a watch to make sure that nobody else happened
upon her.  Her safety is always paramount for me.  But let's let her think
that the situation was much less controlled than it really was or else it
won't be much of a punishment.

   - Ed

   Wow, what a perverted, but clever, setup.  I had to give the old guy
some credit.  I shredded the letter and then went back into the living room
where my wife was still sitting naked.

   "So, have you learned your lesson now?  Are you going to keep your
snatch shaved properly?" I asked sternly.

   "Yes." She said in a small voice.

   "So, how many men used you while you were tied up?" I asked.

   "Two." She answered.  "One about an hour ago, and another just a few
minutes before you got home."

   Good, it looked like I had indeed fooled her into thinking I was another
stranger.  What fun.  I was getting hard again.

   "Are you going to fuck me now too?" She asked in a hopeful voice.

   "No, your cunt is a sticky mess.  I want you to lay down and play with
your slutty body while I jack off.  You had better cum at least once before
I shoot my cream all over you or you'll be punished again." I ordered.

   She laid back and began frigging her clit with one hand while pulling on
her nipples with the other.  I dropped my pants and started stroking my
already hard member while I watched her.  She slid a finger into her
dripping hole and began finger fucking herself.  Then she slid another
finger in, and then a third.  As her orgasm approached Jolene started
really slamming her hand into in her pussy as she furiously rubbed her
pleasure nub at the same time.  I watched her as her tits bounced from the
violence of her attack on her own cunt.  The look of wild sexual abandon on
her face was intoxicating and the sounds of her whimpering filled my ears.

   When her body went rigid and she clamped her thighs together with her
fingers still buried in her cunt, I knew her climax was upon her.  With my
own lust building I watched her abdominal muscles ripple and her entire
body shake as the pleasure rolled over her again and again.  My cock got
very hard, the way it does just before I cum, and then I shot my load all
over my wife's stomach and tits.  She rubbed it into her skin, the saucy
wench.

   I returned the cuffs and rope to Ed Jacobson and thanked him for the
wonderful fun.  He wasn't sure how I would react and was relieved that I
wasn't upset with him.  We talked about ground rules for Jolene's
adventures and made sure we were on the same page.  He was actually a very
pleasant fellow and I chided myself for not getting to know him sooner.

   Walking through the back door of my house I was greeted by the smells
and sounds of a meal being prepared.  As I came around the corner I saw my
wife mixing something in a bowl wearing nothing but an apron.  She looked
sexy as hell and I couldn't help thinking that I was one lucky bastard.



   Jolene Listens Ch.  10

   "I'll see your ten, and raise you ten," The man to my right said as he
threw in two chips.  I was holding three nines, a duce, and a three.  I
considered whether to fold or risk another twenty dollars.  I don't know
why I cared, Tom had paid for my chips so it wasn't my money.  I guess I
just didn't like to lose.  Before I decided what to do, my wife Jolene came
out of the kitchen with some more beer and chips.

   She was wearing a blue halter top that left her stomach bare and
outlined her fine tits nicely.  The black skirt was just long enough to
cover her ass, but allowed a glimpse of her bare pussy when she sat down.
On her feet she had on a pair of open toed sandals with four inch heels and
straps around her ankles.  In other words, slutty hot.  And I wasn't the
only one who thought so.  The other men at the poker party were not shy in
voicing similar opinions; of course they didn't know she was my wife, they
thought she was a prostitute.  A high priced prostitute, but a whore none
the less.

   "OK, I'm in," I announced as I tossed two chips onto the small pile in
the middle of the table.  Tom was next and he called, flipping his cards
over.  He had a full house, queens over tens.  That beat my three of a kind
and everybody else's hand too.

   He chuckled as he raked the chips in.  "Like taking candy from a baby."

   Tom was ahead of everybody by quite a wide margin, and it was clear he
was going to win eventually.  I decided that this was a good time to change
the character of this party.  On the next hand I had a pair of aces and
when my turn came and had to put most of my chips in to match the current
bet.

   "Well, well.  Everyone hanging in there eh?" Tom mused.  "OK, I'll see
that and raise two hundred."

   Everybody else folded.  If this were just a poker game I would have too.
"I'll see that and raise you everything else you've got," I replied.

   "With what, you don't have that many chips," Tom challenged.

   "I'll use Jolene as my collateral," I answered.  "If you win then she's
yours to entertain you until morning.  That's easily worth the entire pot."

   "OK then, I'm all in," he said and pushed all his chips forward.  "What
have you got?"

   I laid down my cards.  "A pair of aces."

   Tom threw his head back and laughed.  Then he melodramatically laid his
hand down on top of the big pile of chips.  The cards were in order: two of
hearts, three of hearts, four of diamonds, five of spades, and six of
hearts.  A straight.  That beat my lousy pair.  But then I figured on
losing because I knew everybody would win now.

   "Come on over here Jo, and sit down," Tom ordered as he slid his chair
back from the table.

   I had my wife in her "expensive prostitute" mode, so she didn't question
his order.  She just strutted over to him, looking happy to be doing
something other than serving drinks and getting her ass pinched.  She sat
down on his lap and he immediately pulled her face to his and placed a
lip-lock on her.  Within a few seconds of starting the kiss he had her top
pushed up over her tits and was pulling on her nipples.

   One of the guys apparently did not know about Jolene and started looking
uncomfortable.  "Well, I suppose that's the end of the game," he said and
started to get up.

   "Sit down," someone else said.  "The party has just started.  You should
know by now that Tom always shares his good fortune."

   The first man stopped moving only half way to his feet, a surprised
expression on his face.  Then he slowly sat back down, his eyes fixed on
Tom and Jolene.  I looked back in Tom's direction.  He had broken the kiss
and was now pulling my wife's top off completely.

   "She's hot as a pistol, guys.  Let's get this table cleared off," Tom
declared.

   The table was quickly cleared of poker chips and cards.  Tom then stood
up and lifted Jolene up onto the table.  She leaned back on her elbows and
lifted her hips up so that Tom could slip her tiny skirt down her shapely
legs.  He flung it over his shoulder and dove for her glistening snatch,
burying his face between her thighs.  Jolene threw her head back and let
out a loud moan as Tom attacked her shaved muff with his mouth.  It was a
hot scene and the rest of us just stood around watching my wife toss her
head back and forth as Tom pushed all her pleasure buttons.

   Then he stopped and looked up at us.  "What are you guys just watching
for?  Get on those tits and someone put a cock in the whore's mouth."

   They didn't need to be told twice.  The other four men surrounded them
and lowered Jolene flat onto her back.  Two of them started pulling and
sucking on her already hard nipples while another guy tried to get his cock
into her mouth.  The angle was all wrong though and the best she could
manage was to lick the head and pump the shaft with her hand.

   It didn't take too much of this before Jolene started shaking and
squealing her way through her first orgasm of the evening.  Tom managed to
keep his mouth on her pussy despite her bucking, slurping up the copious
amounts of girl juice that was pouring out of her.  When she was finished
Tom suggested that they move her to the living room.  He has a sofa in
there that can be folded flat to make a perfect platform for multiple
partner sex.

   From here on out it was a six on one gangbang.  The first round only
lasted about twenty minutes; all the men had cum, including me, and needed
a little break to recover.  I took the opportunity to get some bottles of
water from the kitchen.  We would all need some hydration during the second
round, which I knew would be much longer.  I was right.

   All of us men stayed hard much longer this time.  Jolene was a total
slut though, and took everything we could give her.  For the next couple of
hours she was continuously being fucked in one or all of her holes.  It was
incredible.  In case you've never seen anything like this I'll explain how
it works.  There's no way six guys can service one woman at a time; it just
gets too crowded and hot with that many people that close together.  So we
tag-teamed her.  Normally there was only two or three on her at a time
while the rest of us watched.  When one would get tired or cum, someone
would take his place.  We keep up this rotation until nobody could get it
up anymore.

   At the end Jolene was still climaxing, so I know she had not hit her
limit, if she even has one.  Her body was covered in sweat mixed with cum
and the room reeked of sex.  I didn't know if I should be proud or shocked.
Maybe a little of both.

   I knew the party was over when all the men started getting dressed.  I
followed their lead and when I was ready I asked Tom if he wanted me to
take her home that night and save him the trouble in the morning.

   "No, no.  The bet was until morning.  Besides, I think I might like a
blowjob when I wake up," he answered.

   "Suit yourself," I replied and walked out the door, leaving my wife to
spend the night with one of my best friends.

   The next morning she returned home about ten o'clock looking much
cleaner and fresher than the last time I had seen her.  She confirmed that
Tom had indeed demanded that she suck him off before breakfast, which she
did.  Then she said that they talked for a while before he drove her home.

   Later that day while Jolene was out shopping for groceries (hey, the
mundane shit still has to get done), Ed Jacobson paid a visit.

   "Jo is out shopping right now Ed, but I can send her over later if you
want," I offered my neighbor my wife just as easily as I had my friend the
night before.

   "Actually, I stopped by to talk to you.  I have an idea that I think you
will like," Ed replied.

   For an old guy, Ed was quite the pervert, so of course I was interested.
"What do you have in mind?"

   "I have a few friends that are either widowers like me or divorced that
I would like to share your wife with."

   "Like that guy the other day when you had her tied up?"

   "Leon, yeah, he's one of them."

   "OK, but you don't really need to ask me, you know.  I trust you."

   "That's I appreciate that, but I'd like to make more interesting than
just saying 'hey, do you want to come over here and fuck my neighbor?' I
want to add some mystery and excitement."

   "All right, what's your plan?"

   Then he went on to explain his idea to me.  I thought it sounded very
fun indeed, so I agreed to help him put it into motion and provided him
with the materials he needed.

   The next day Ed and I tried our out new game for Jolene.  We went to the
gym like we normally did and when we got back I told my wife that I had
some errands to run, so I just dropped her off at the house and drove
around the block.  I knew she would find the full-sized manila envelope
taped to the door that Ed had left for her.  Inside there was a
transparency with some random looking words printed on it at irregular
intervals which didn't make any sense.  There was also a note for her that
read:

   "Put on your one-piece red sun-dress, some sandals, and nothing else. 
Then drive out to the state park south of town and park your car in
visitors lot B.  Bring the envelope with you and be there by 3:00.  Take
the walking path up the hill and follow the signs to the scenic outlook. 
Sit down on the bench there and wait for a man to approach you with a piece
of paper that has your picture on one side and a bunch of random words on
the other.  Place the transparency over his paper and line up the corners.
This will reveal your next instructions."

   I was not running any errands, of course.  I was with Ed at the park
waiting for my wife to come up the trail.  We had found good hiding spots
where we could watch the proceedings using modest power binoculars. 
Several people and one couple passed by us while we waited, however none of
them went to the scenic outlook.  Ed had already checked it out and found
that almost nobody went there anymore because some trees had grown up and
blocked most of the view.  That made it a perfect location for our first
game.

   About twenty minutes after three we spotted Jolene walking briskly up
the path.  I noticed she was wearing the dress I told her to and was also
carrying the envelope.  Despite the long walk up the hill she was only
breathing slightly heavier than normal.  Man she was in good shape these
days.  I was proud of her.  Ed told me that in addition to the scenic view
being partially blocked in recent years, many people just found the climb
up the hill to arduous.  I was surprised how well he negotiated it; for an
old guy he was in pretty good shape himself.

   My wife walked past our hiding place, her tits bouncing wonderfully
under the thin cotton fabric, and headed down the short path to the
outlook. After she was out of sight we moved to our second hiding location
near the clearing where the bench was to wait for Leon.  Jolene was there
sitting on the bench as instructed.  I wondered what she was thinking.

   A few minutes a man came walking down the path towards the bench where
my wife sat with her big manila envelope.  Ed whispered that it was not
Leon and I got a little worried; and excited.  It was the chance of getting
caught that made me interested in this game after all.  We watched as he
entered the small clearing and slowed down and stopped near the bench.  It
looked like he stood there for a moment, not sure what to do next.  I think
I understood.  He expected to see a nice scenic view, but instead all he
could see were trees.  But then there was a beautiful woman in a little sun
dress sitting there on the bench and he was debating whether he should say
something.

   He finally decided to say something to her.  She looked up at him kind
of questioningly.  Probably wondering why he had not given her the page
with her picture and the encrypted message.  Finally she spoke a couple of
words, and then a small conversation ensued.  I really wished at this point
that I had a directional microphone and a small audio amplifier so that I
could hear what they were saying.  I made a note to myself that we needed
to figure out a way to get audio in the future.

   After a few minutes of chit-chatting the man turned around and left. 
Evidentially Jolene figured out he was not the man she was waiting for and
brushed him off.  Good girl, I thought.  A few minutes later Ed tapped me
on the arm and pointed.  A black man who looked to be about fifty emerged
from around a small bend and was heading for the clearing with the bench
where my wife sat.  Ed whispered "Leon".

   He went straight to Jolene and showed her the piece of paper with her
picture and the random words.  She smiled at him and pulled the
transparency out of the envelope and handed it to him.  He positioned it
over his page and they both read the message.  I couldn't read it from
where I was, of course, but I didn't need to; I knew exactly what it said.

   "Remove her dress and don't give it back until she has finished her
task. That task is to suck your cock until you come in her mouth.  She is
to swallow every drop.  If anybody else discovers your little tryst she
must offer to suck them off too, male or female.  Only after everyone has
been serviced will you return her dress and allow her to leave.  Place the
transparency and the picture in the envelope.  She must return it to her
master to prove she has accomplished her task."

   Ed had watched that spot for weeks and had only seen adults check out
that particular scenic outlook, and even then there weren't many.  It was
just too difficult a climb up that hill for children and teens were
generally too busy doing other things than wasting their time going up
there.  But to be safe we had Leon put a "Trail Closed" sign over the
"Scenic Outlook" sign and Ed and I were positioned so that we could head
off anybody long before they could see anything, if necessary.

   When they finished reading the note Leon put the transparency and the
page with the picture into the envelope and put it down on the bench.  Then
he reached down and pulled my wife's dress up.  She raised her arms and he
easily slid it off.  She looked absolutely stunning sitting there nude in
the sunshine, the breeze playing with her hair.

   Then she pushed his shorts down to his ankles and grabbed his semi-rigid
cock with both hands.  She admired it for a moment before lowering her head
and taking it into her mouth.  I became mesmerized watching her pink lips
make love to his ebony rod, so I startled when Ed jabbed me and pointed at
the path leading to the clearing.

   I looked up and saw someone heading our way.  It was the young man that
was here earlier before Leon arrived.  I looked at Ed and shrugged my
shoulders.  He just smiled back.  I guess we had just decided to let things
play out and see what happened.

   When our young stranger came around the bend and saw what was happening
over on the bench, he froze in mid stride.  Probably could not believe his
eyes.  He took a couple more halting steps forward, obviously unsure as how
to proceed.  Jolene noticed him then and gave him the "come here" gesture
with her hand will continuing to suck on Leon's cock.

   The stranger walked up to the bench and stopped within reach of my wife.
Jolene stopped her oral attack on Leon's dick long enough to say something
to the new arrival and then resumed her blowjob.  The stranger just stood
there watching them.  After a few moments Jolene reached out and pulled
down his zipper, but she was having problems with the button on his
trousers.  This woke him up and within seconds they were around his ankles.

   Jolene grabbed his already hard cock and started stroking it slowly as
she continued to suck Leon closer and closer to his climax.  When I saw his
body stiffen and his head tilt back I knew he was pumping his jism into my
wife's mouth.  She stayed with him through his orgasm and milked him dry.
When she finally let his cock slip from between her pink lips it was
already getting soft.

   Now it was the young stranger's turn and she attached his cock like it
was a steak and she hadn't eaten for a week.  I wondered if she thought he
was part of the setup too, and whether others would show up before she was
finished.

   Our young stranger didn't last long though and soon was adding his load
to Leon's in her stomach.  When she was done milking him for all his cum I
noticed that he was still mostly hard and probably could have gone again.
But he didn't ask for seconds; instead he pulled up his trousers and left
in a hurry.  Leon handed Jolene her sun-dress back, turned, and left.  She
slipped the small dress on and waited for a few minutes, probably waiting
to see if Ed or I would show up.  We had previously decided to not reveal
ourselves so that she would never know if we watched her during these
challenges or not.

   Finally my wife stood up and headed back in the direction of the main
path.  Ed and I waited for ten minutes or so to make sure the coast was
clear, and then returned to my car which was parked at the other end of
this particular walking path.

   As we drove back Ed and I talked about what we had just witnessed.  We
agreed that it was a very successful trial of our new game and we couldn't
wait to play it again, however next time we planned to turn up the heat. 
When we got nearer to our houses I asked him who he thought Jolene would
return the envelope to; who did she think her master was?  Ed thought it
would be me, but I wasn't so sure.  We had intentionally left the wording
vague to see what she thought.

   Since the path from the scenic outlook back to my car was shorter than
my wife's, we made it back before she did.  I was sitting at my computer
reading an Internet blog when Jolene returned home.  Without saying a word
she placed the envelope on my desk, kissed my neck, and walked upstairs. 
After a few minutes I followed her.  She was on our bed, naked and pushing
a big black dildo in and out of her hot little snatch.

   "I guess you enjoyed your challenge," I said from the doorway.

   "Oh god, I'm so horny.  I wish you would have told him to fuck me."

   "Maybe next time," I replied as I stripped out of my clothes.  I watched
her as she fucked herself with the fake black cock, stroking my own hard-on
slowly.  After she came I turned her over and fucked her doggie style,
pulling on her hair and slapping her ass.  She had another noisy orgasm
before I shot my load deep into her hungry pussy.  Then I sent her over to
Ed and told her to fuck him dry as well.

   That night Tom called up and said that his friend Ned had fixed his
fucking machine and wanted to know if Jolene was available to test it.  I
gave the phone to my wife and she talked to Tom for a few minutes.  It
sounded like they were agreeing on a time.

   "I told him we would meet at his place at seven o'clock tomorrow night,"
she informed me.

   "Damn, I didn't know he was talking about tomorrow night.  I already
have something planned." I was meeting with Ed to plan some new adventures
for Jolene, so maybe this was a good thing.

   "Do you want me to call him back and cancel?"

   "No, you can go without me."

   "OK.  I'll tell you all about it when I get home."

   Sunday night I kissed my wife, patted her ass, and sent her off to visit
my best friend and his crazy inventor friend so that she could test his
fucking machine while they watched.  As if that didn't sound strange
enough, I was on my way over to my retired neighbor's house to plan some
perverted challenges for her.  I can truly say my life is anything but
boring.

   Ed and I brainstormed for a couple of hours and managed to create two
additional challenges, although we did have ideas for several more.  But I
couldn't wait to get started on putting the next two into action.  By the
time Jolene returned home I was tired and getting ready for bed.

   "How did things go tonight with the Tom and the mad scientist?" I asked
her when she walked into the bedroom.

   "Wonderful.  I rode it for a over an hour while Ned recorded everything.
Apparently he wants to make profiles that he can ship with it."

   "How many times did you come?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  I lost count.  Maybe ten or twelve.  It's hard to
tell when one just runs into another."

   "Wow, you really are a hot slut."

   "You love it.  Oh!  I wanted to tell you, he added something new -- it
can squirt now!  It's amazing how much it feels like a man coming.  He
really is a very clever man.  Ned that is."

   I didn't ask her for more details, I figured I could do that later.  We
were both pretty tired and went right to bed.  I fell into a deep slumber
almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

   The next couple of days came and went more or less normally.  Ed and I
continued to plan the next challenge for my wife, but I was not able to
dedicate as much time to it as I wanted to.  Progress on the project at
work was slow, slower than it should have been and I was putting in
overtime trying to keep on schedule.  That's when Tom called and said he
was getting another poker game together and wanted to know if Jolene and I
could attend.

   "You mean can you borrow my wife for a gangbang with your posse," I
joked.

   "Yeah, something like that," he chuckled.

   "Well, I have to put in some overtime, but you probably knew that since
we are behind schedule on our end."

   "I heard that.  Sure you can't make it?"

   "Yeah, sorry.  But I'll send Jolene over anyway.  I'm holding you
personally responsible for her safety."

   "Like she needs my protection.  From what I hear she could kick all our
geek asses."

   I laughed at that.  "Pretty much."

   "Well, tell her to be here tomorrow around seven o'clock."

   The next day I was still at work when Jolene called and told me she was
leaving for Tom's.  I told her she was Tom's slut for the evening and to
make me proud.  She said she would do her best.

   I finally dragged my ass into the house at about nine o'clock after
putting in a fourteen hour day.  My wife still wasn't home from Tom's
poke-her party, but then I didn't really expect her home yet.  I threw some
leftover stir-fry into the nuke and vegged out in front of the television.
I must have fallen asleep on the sofa because I woke up to the sensation of
a soft wet mouth sucking on my cock.  I looked down to see Jolene's head
bobbing up and down on my already hard shaft.

   "Oh fuck babe, that feels great."

   She looked up at me with those sexy green eyes and managed to smile
around my cock.  She had become a master cock sucker in the last few months
and for some reason it didn't take me long to blow my wad into her mouth.
Like a good little slut she swallowed it all down and milked as much as she
could while my cock slowly went soft.

   "Thank you." She said after tucking me back into my pants.

   "For what?  My cum?"

   She giggled.  "Of course.  But also for letting me go over to Tom's
tonight.  I really needed a good gang bang."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.  I trust you were a good slut and that
everyone left satisfied."

   "Oh yes.  Everybody left satisfied." I was still a little sleepy so I
didn't really make much of the way she emphasized the word "everybody".  I
was pretty tired and didn't notice what time it was, I just stumbled
upstairs and flopped into bed.  I was asleep before my wife crawled in
beside me.

   I continued working overtime for the next couple of days, so when Jolene
called me at work and said that Tom at invited her over at the spur of the
moment I was a bit annoyed.

   "Look, you don't need to call me every time Tom invites you over. 
You're a big girl, you don't need my permission.  Just leave me a note or
something so that I know where you are when I get home."

   "OK, I just didn't want you to come home and wonder where I was."

   Realizing I was a little harsh, I softened my voice.  "I know, I know.
Thank you for thinking about me.  I love you.  Have a good time."

   By this time I was getting pretty tired of the long days and after
eleven hours I called it quits.  My brain was fried.  I stopped for some
take-out on the way home and was in the kitchen eating when Ed stopped
over. I didn't really feel like working on our challenges for Jolene, but
he was all excited about the progress he had made on planning the next one,
so I didn't turn him away.

   As I worked through the details with him, though, I started feeding off
of his energy and started really getting into it.  By the time we were
finished I was as excited as he was.  It looked like we could put the plan
into action the next afternoon.  I couldn't wait.

   After Ed left I watched some TV, but when I started feeling myself
getting tired this time I just decided to go to bed.  Jolene was safe with
Tom and would be home soon enough.  Sleep came a bit more slowly than I
anticipated, thoughts of work and my wife swirling in my mind.  I vaguely
wondered what Jolene was up to at Tom's as I fell asleep.

   The next morning when my alarm woke me my wife was right there in the
bed beside me as usual.  She hardly even stirred when I kissed her cheek,
so I let her sleep and got up to get ready for work.  Just before I left
the house I checked on my wife.  She was still sleeping so I taped the
envelope to the bedroom door, closed it, and left.

   At ten o'clock I called home to make sure that Jolene was up and about.
I didn't want her to be late for her new challenge.  She answered the phone
after three rings.

   "Did I wake you up?"

   "No, I just got out of the shower."

   "My, my, you must have come home pretty late last night.  Did you have
fun at Toms?"

   "Yes I did."

   "You will have to tell me about it sometime.  I imagine you have a lot
to do this morning, so I'll let you get to it."

   "Yes, it looks like I will be busy today," she replied in a playful way.

   Again I found it difficult to work after that.  Thoughts about my wife
and her upcoming challenge came unbidden into my mind.  I kept pushing them
back, but they continued to intrude on my concentration.  My imagination
was working overtime and I was glad when one o'clock rolled around.  I
announced to Claire, our department admin, that I was taking a late lunch
and left to meet up with Ed.

   The bar wasn't the nicest in the area, but it clean and it had several
attractive attributes.  First, it was owned by a friend of Ed's.  Second,
it had good video surveillance, even in the bathrooms.  That might sound
creepy at first, but the cameras in the bathrooms could not see into the
stalls.  Apparently they were there to detect drug dealing and other
illegal activities.  The owner, Theo, told us that he has been able to
reduce violent incidents dramatically this way.

   Theo led us into a small room in back where the video monitors were
installed.  You really could watch the entire bar from here, including
behind the bar.  We watched the normal comings and goings of the post-lunch
crowd and then, exactly at 1:30 we all watched as my wife walked in,
envelope in hand, and sat down at the last bar stool, as instructed.  She
ordered a glass of wine and gulped down half of it immediately.  I could
tell she was a little nervous as she waited for someone to approach her.

   What she didn't know was that the man she was waiting for was already in
the bar and he was just as nervous as she was.  Ed had recruited his
grandson Greg for this challenge and the twenty year old was sitting at the
other end of the bar.  He couldn't have missed her entrance and indeed it
appeared that he was watching her as she sipped her wine.  After what
seemed like an eternity Greg stood up and walked down the length of the
bar. When he reached the other end where Jolene stood he said something and
put the page with the incomplete message down on the bar.

   Jolene removed the transparency from her envelope and placed it
carefully over the page revealing this message:

   "After making sure it is unoccupied, both of you go into the men's
bathroom.  Remove her dress, lift her up onto the counter and fuck her
until you are ready to come, then shoot your cum on her tits and leave.  If
anybody else shows up before she can get cleaned up and her dress back on
she must offer to fuck them as well.  She may only leave when all comers
have cum.  Put both sheets into the envelope and give it to her to return
to her master."

   After they finished reading the message I could see a huge smile on
Greg's face.  Jolene simply put both of the sheets into the envelope and
stood up.  Taking his hand she led him towards the bathrooms.  Greg went in
first and looked around.  Finding it was empty he ducked out quickly and
pulled, my wife in after him.

   They walked to the end of the room and there was an awkward moment while
Greg tried to figure out what to do next.  Then she said something to him
and turned around.  He unzipped her dress and lowered it almost to the
floor allowing her to step out of it.  When my wife turned around I could
see that her nipples were firm little pebbles and she was flushed from her
forehead down to the top of her gorgeous tits.

   Greg put is hands on her waist and boosted her up onto the counter.  As
he unbuckled his pants Jolene played with her pussy, stroking her clit with
one hand while pushing a finger into her hole with the other.  The first
thing that caught my attention when Greg pushed his pants and underwear
down to his ankles was that he was partially shaved in his pubic region. 
His cock and balls were completely hairless and the bushy part above that
was trimmed quite short.  The end result was that it focused the eyes on
his package and made it look more pronounced.

   This was not lost on my wife who eagerly grabbed his manhood and fondled
it briefly before guiding it into her drooling snatch.  Greg wasted no time
and began fucking her with great vigor, making her tits bounce nicely.  In
fact, he had to grab her hips and pull back on them to keep from pushing
her up too far onto the counter and out of range of his thrusting cock.

   "I think it's time for me to make my entrance," Theo said from over my
shoulder.

   He quietly entered the bathroom and neither of them seemed to notice;
they were so caught up in their torrid encounter.  As we watched, Theo from
inside the bathroom and Ed and I using the hidden camera, Jolene started
shaking in orgasm.  It looked like she was saying "Oh fuck, oh fuck", or
maybe "Fuck me, fuck me" over and over as Greg just plowed through her
climax.  It wasn't long though, before he started grunting and slamming his
cock into her pussy with great force.  Suddenly he pulled out and shot a
thick creamy stream up onto her tits, almost hitting her face.  The rest of
it didn't go quite as far, but when he was done she was covered from the
tops of her tits to her belly button in his jism.

   Just as Greg was pulling his pants up and Jolene was scooping up the cum
on her body and licking it off her fingers, Theo coughed dramatically and
said something.  If he was following the script it was: "What do we have
here?"

   Greg looked scared to death and rushed out in a panic.  Jolene just
looked at him as she continued to calmly slurp up Greg's cum.  Theo told
her that he doesn't allow prostitutes in his bar.  She answered him, and he
told us later that she said, "There was no money involved, just pleasure.
Give me your cock and I'll show you."

   Theo walked over to her, pushed his pants down to the floor and stroked
his cock as he watched her finish cleaning up Greg's cum.  He had a thin
long cock with a noticeable bend in the middle.  I wondered if he was born
with it that way or if he injured it somehow.  I also wondered how Jolene
would react, but if she noticed she didn't say anything.  She just threw
her head back when he pushed it into her sloppy fuck hole.

   I had to give it to Theo, for an older guy (I'd guess about 50) he sure
had a lot of staying power.  He just kept pumping through several more of
Jolene's orgasms, slowing down each time, but never stopping.  I found
myself wishing for audio so that I could hear their bodies slapping
together and my wife's cries of pleasure.  Suddenly both Theo and Jolene
looked towards the door.  Ed and I were so engrossed with watching Theo and
Jolene fuck that we hadn't noticed someone had walked into the bathroom.

   Theo said something to him and then turned his attention back to fucking
my wife.  I looked closer at the new arrival and realized that it was the
bartender.  Returning my attention to Theo I could see he was getting close
as his thrusts became more erratic and powerful.  He didn't pull out like
Greg, but busted his nut while buried deep in Jolene's pussy.  The way he
jerked and his ass clenched, he must have pumped a gallon of semen into
her. The bartender just stood there and watched while he rubbed his crotch.

   On his way out of the bathroom Theo patted the bartender on the back
saying something like "Go ahead and get some." As the bartender dropped his
trousers Theo took up a position outside the bathroom, probably to make
sure that nobody else entered.  I guess he was worried about things getting
out of hand.  I had kind of hoped they would.

   Inside Theo was aiming his cock at my wife's dripping snatch, and it was
some cock; thick and long.  Jolene had been fucked with larger before, but
this one was definitely one of the biggest.  It was a good thing that she
had already been loosened up two men already.  It took him a few strokes,
but eventually he got all of it into her.  Even on the camera I could see
Theo's cum being forced out of her pussy around his cock.  Jolene looked
like she was in heaven; I don't know if it was because he was her third
fuck in a row, of if it was because of his size.  For his part the
bartender took it slow, probably trying to extend his pleasure as much as
possible.

   He was a young guy, maybe twenty-five, with the stamina and control
commensurate his age.  I don't know how long he fucked her like that on the
bathroom counter, but I did see her shudder though at least one more climax
before he picked her up and began slamming her down hard onto his cock.  He
literally picked her up until he almost slipped out of her, then dropped he
back down.  I figured he was close to coming and I was right because after
a dozen slams like that he stopped and held her impaled on his huge rod. 
His head was thrown back and his eyes closed so I knew he was pumping his
sperm deep into her body.  When he lifted Jolene off and put her back on
the counter his jism poured out of her gaping cunt.

   The bartender got dressed and left.  My wife sat there for a moment on
the counter, and then carefully slid off until her feet hit the floor.  She
stood on wobbly legs and used some paper towels to sop up some of the
liquid still leaking out of her snatch.  After doing that a couple of times
she pulled her dress on.  It was a bit of a struggle to get the zipper back
up, but she managed.  Then she picked up her envelope and walked out.



   Jolene Listens Ch.  11

   This chapter, in a departure from all the previous chapters, will be
told from the perspective of Peter's best friend Tom.

   *

   I was always pretty skeptical of Peter's claims to have hypnotized his
wife; he just wasn't that good at it.  I had to admit though, that
something had happened to Jolene to make her compliant and submissive. 
Perhaps her head injury had something to do with it.  I didn't know for
sure but I decided to try to find out.

   The night of that first poker party we talked for about an hour after
everybody else left.  I tried to find out if she was aware of what was
happening to her and why.  I eventually came to the conclusion that she did
indeed understand what was happening, but was fuzzy on why.  One thing I
was certain about, however: she really was enjoying her new lifestyle.

   When Ned told me he was ready to test his invention again I saw an
opportunity to test Jolene and maybe get more into her head.  I asked Ned
if he was ready to really test his machine this time, or if he wanted to
hold back out of fear it would break down again.  Predictably he said it
was ready for a full test and that he had not intention of holding back. 
Of course, I was really interested in seeing how much Jolene could take. 
And I figured that afterwards she would be even more compliant than usual,
making my job easier.

   Earlier I had convinced Ned that we should record the test on video for
evaluation later.  He may also want it for promotional purposes eventually,
I reasoned.  He accepted that logic; that was one of the nice things about
Ned, he was a very logical thinker.  I thought I might have to do some
convincing on Jolene, but she didn't even bat an eyelash when she saw the
camera.

   I knew she had a large sexual appetite, but even so, Jolene still
surprised me.  Ned and I threw everything at her that we could think of,
but she never quit.  After an hour and a half and at least a ten orgasms we
finally stopped out of fear of physically injuring her.  I would find out
later that we were worried about nothing.  I was amused that Ned still
wanted to pay for her time, so I took the money and stuffed it in my
pocket, not sure yet what I would do with it.

   After that I took her back to my place and we had a couple of drinks
while we talked.  As she became more relaxed I talked softer and more
soothing.  After a while she was in a very relaxed, half-sleep state.  No
wonder Peter was able to hypnotize her, it seemed she was very susceptible
to it.  In fact, I suspected that she unconsciously assisted in the
process; a kind of ultimate submissiveness.

   As I quietly questioned her I discovered that she was secretly excited
by Peter's sexual "post hypnotic" suggestions.  I came to understand that
she was powerfully aroused by being controlled and humiliated.  The more
Peter, and eventually others, used her sexually, the more turned-on she
became.  And I thought she needed more.  Much more.  In order to test my
theory I began the process of convincing her that I, like her husband and
next door neighbor, just wanted to use and humiliate her.  The only
difference, I told her, was that I wanted to maximize her pleasure as well
as my own, and that I was willing to go to extremes that they would not
consider.  Then I woke her up and sent her home.

   But in order to put my test for Jolene into motion I needed to make sure
that Peter was busy; I didn't need him biasing the results.  So I arranged
to have his team get behind on our mutual project.  It wasn't really that
difficult, I just had to inject some new requirements which didn't create
much extra work for my team, but added a shit load of work for his.  So
when I called a few later that week to see if Peter and his wife were
interested in another poker party, of course he declined because he had too
much work to do, but he did offer to let Jolene come on her own.  I knew he
would, although if he had known what I planned maybe he wouldn't have.

   As Peter had guessed, this party was not planned as a poker party that
ends up with some sex, but a full-on gang bang.  And since all the
participants thought that Jolene was a prostitute, I charged them each a
hundred bucks for the privilege and told them I had picked up the balance.
I had to keep up the fiction, after all, and they all knew I wasn't that
generous.  Anyway, for that kind of money it was a no holes barred,
anything goes event.  I had decided to start with just four men and in
order to keep it simple I recruited three single guys from my team at work
and my next door neighbor.

   I made sure I had plenty of beer on hand, so by the time Jolene arrived
everybody was oiled up, but not too wasted.  Her clothes didn't stay on
very long, but given the circumstances that wasn't surprising.  Soon she
was on her back with a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth as the rest
of us stood around and waited our turn.  For the next couple of hours it
was continuous sex with Jolene being used in all of her holes, and at one
point all three at once.

   When everybody had cum in or on her at least twice we took a little
break and ordered a pizza.  When it arrived we had Jolene answer the door
and pay for the pizzas.  The look on his face when she opened the door
completely nude was priceless.  He just stood there for a moment, riveted
by the sight before him.

   "Come in," she said simply.  How could he resist?  He stepped inside and
she closed the door behind him.

   "I'll take those," she said as she reached for the pizzas.

   He handed her the pizzas and she put them down on the table, picking up
the money at the same time.  After she paid him, he turned to leave.

   "Wait.  Don't you want your tip?"

   He turned back to face her and she sunk to her knees.  When she
unbuckled and lowered his pants he looked surprised.  But when she took his
cock into her mouth his surprise was replaced by a look of pure rapture.  I
knew what he was feeling; Jolene was a great cocksucker.  She made loud
slurping sounds as she worked her magic on his young cock.  It only took a
few minutes, though, before she was drinking his cum.  He pulled up his
pants and left quickly.

   We devoured the pizza and then everybody had another round with Jolene.
Actually it would have been more accurate to say that she devoured the men.
After two more hours of sucking cock and being fucked in just about every
position I've ever seen, all the men were finished, but that total slut
looked like she could probably go all night.  In fact, after all the men
left (shaking their heads in disbelief) Jolene took a shower and looked
almost as fresh as when she first arrived.  Simply amazing.

   While she was drinking some water and re-hydrating I came up behind her
and started massaging her shoulders.  As she relaxed I spoke quietly into
her ear and soon she was still and breathing slowly.  She was still awake,
but in that self-induced compliant state.

   "Did you enjoy your evening?" I breathed softly in her ear.

   "Yes, very much," she responded dreamily.

   "Was that the best sex you've ever had?"

   "It was the most I've had at one time."

   "But was it the best?"

   She hesitated.  "Yes."

   "Am I your master now?"

   "You are the third."

   "Who are the others?"

   "Peter and Ed."

   "But who provides you the most and best sex?"

   "You do."

   "Don't forget that."

   "I won't."

   "Good, now when you go home I don't want you to tell Peter what you did
tonight."

   "I can't lie to him."

   "And I'm not asking you to.  Just don't volunteer any information.  If
he asks you, reply truthfully.  Can you do that?"

   Another short pause.  "Yes."

   After that I woke her up fully and sent her home to her husband and my
good friend.  I was satisfied with the night's results.  Jolene passed my
test with flying colors and knew it was time to proceed to the next stage.

   A couple of days later I called Jolene to invite her over for another
party.  She said she needed to call Peter first, but I knew he was working
late, so the only question was whether he would let her come alone again. I
had guessed that he would so I was not surprised when she called back and
said she was on her way over alone.  I told her to wear a single-piece
dress, heels, and nothing else.  By now I knew that she could handle a
group of men that she knew in a relatively save environment, but what about
men she didn't know in a less controlled situation?  That's what I intended
to find out.

   When she arrived I had her strip out of the dress, which surprised her a
little I think, since only the two of us were there.  Then I had her close
her eyes and I used a black magic marker to write the following on her
stomach:

   COCK SLUT USE ME ENJOY ME

   After I was finished I had her slip the dress back on and I dragged her
out the door to my car.  I didn't tell her where we were going and she
didn't ask.  We drove in silence for the twenty minutes it took to get to
my alma matter.  I parked near the Athletic center.  There weren't too many
students around at that time of night, but at every college there are a
always a few die-hards using the facilities to stay in shape.  I led Jolene
inside and down a long hallway.  We got puzzled looks from a couple of
young men heading the other way; probably back to their dorms.  About half
way down I took a left down another hallway and eventually stopped in front
of a door that said "Men's Locker Room".

   "What are we doing here?" She asked in a voice so quiet it was almost a
whisper.

   "You are going to take on every boy in there tonight." I purposely said
'boy' instead of 'man'.

   "What?  I can't fuck boys."

   "Relax, they are all eighteen or older.  But not much."

   "I don't know..."

   "Please trust me, my slut.  I told you I would provide you with what you
crave: cocks, lots of hard cocks of all shapes and sizes.  And all of them
to please you.  Just imagine it."

   She said nothing, but I could see the arousal start to take over.  I
unzipped Jolene's dress and pushed it down to the ground leaving her
standing there in nothing but her heels.  Although it was quite warm, I saw
a shiver run down her body.  Fear or excitement?  Probably both.

   "In you go," I said as I pushed her towards the door.  "Be a good slut
and drain every cock in there until I return to collect you."

   I opened the door and gave her a little slap on the ass to get her
moving.  She stumbled slightly but kept moving forward and through the
threshold.  I could hear at least three distinct voices inside.  Jolene
moved slowly into the vestibule area and then around the corner into the
locker room proper.  Suddenly the talking stopped and for a moment it was
very quiet.  Then I heard one of the men say "Holy shit." I closed the door
and walked away.

   There was a small waiting area just down the hallway by the athletic
director's office, so I sat down there and pretended to read a magazine
while I kept an eye on the locker room door.  I knew they wouldn't try to
hurt her, so I wasn't worried.  Besides, she could handle herself well
enough.  After about a half hour or so two more young men entered the
locker room, a lanky black guy and a stocky white boy.  About ten minutes
after that three guys exited, laughing and generally in a good mood.  I
didn't have to wonder why.

   Over the next hour or so three more college aged men entered the locker
room and stayed in there for quite a long time.  That made eight total so
far, which was enough for the moment, so when the last of them left (I
hoped), I went into the locker room before any more showed up.  I found
Jolene in the shower washing her hair and looking none the worse for the
wear.  What an amazing woman.

   I walked her as quickly as possible out of the building and back to my
car.  For a few minutes I just drove and allowed Jolene to bask in the
after sex glow.

   "So, did you enjoy yourself?"

   "Hmmm, absolutely."

   "How many times did you cum?"

   "I don't know for sure, I lost count.  A lot though."

   "More than that last time on the machine?"

   "Oh yes."

   "So what do you think of fucking 'boys' now?" I asked, emphasizing the
word 'boys'.

   "Hmmm, their technique needs improving and they were a bit rough at
times, but they never seemed to get tired or go completely soft." She
paused for a moment, deep in thought.  "Overall they were fantastic."

   "Would you like to do it again?"

   She closed her eyes, leaned back, and smiled.  "Whatever you want."

   That was music to my ears.  When I got back on the freeway I didn't head
back home, however, I went the other way.  I had a few other places I
wanted to visit and Jolene was in just the right mood to make it really
fun. The next stop was about twenty minutes later in an older, run-down
area of a nearby town.  I pulled into the parking lot of an old strip mall
that was mostly empty now.  One exception was a storefront with painted
over windows and a sign that said "Pleasure Palace".  Smaller signs said
"XXX Videos" and "Adult Toys".

   I turned to face Jolene.  "OK, I'm going in first.  I want you to wait a
minute and then follow me in.  Go right to the register area and ask them
if they have a wearable vibrator that you can use while having sex." Her
eyes got bigger as I talked.  "They only have one and when he shows it to
you tell him that's a lot of money for something that you aren't sure will
really work.  He will tell you that once you take it out of the store and
open the package it's not returnable.  Then ask him if you can try it on in
the store before you buy it and pull up your dress to show him that you
don't have any panties on."

   Her mouth came open and I thought that Jolene was going to object, but
she remained quiet.

   "Then suggest that you could just slip it on for a quick test.  I'm sure
he'll agree.  In fact, I think he will offer to help you put it on.  At
some point he will ask if you want to make sure that it will stay on during
sex and will suggest going to his office.  Go with him do what he wants.  I
will be waiting for you when you are finished."

   "Are you sure about this?" Was her only question.

   "Of course."

   "OK.  Whatever you say."

   I smiled at her answer, gave her a quick kiss, fondled her tit, and
opened the car door.  Inside it was well lit and clean, despite the
reputation these kind of places had.  I walked over to the video section
and positioned myself so that I could see the door and the counter.  The
manager was behind the counter.  He was an older balding black man that was
at least fifty pounds overweight.  He ignored me.  I pretended to look a
gang bang DVDs as I waited for Jolene.

   A minute later she walked into the store, and just as I had instructed
walked straight to the counter.  The manager perked right up.

   "Can I help you miss?"

   "Well, um, I'm looking for something specific." It sounded like she was
nervous and embarrassed.  I wasn't sure if that was an act or real.  Maybe
some of both.  The manager just waited for her to elaborate.  "Um, a
vibrator."

   "We have many different styles and sizes of vibrators.  What are you
looking for?"

   "One that I can wear that stimulates, my ah..."

   "A clitoral vibrator?"

   Jolene nodded.

   "We have several of those." He proceeded to pull a few boxes from a
shelf behind him and place them on the counter.

   "Um, I'm looking for one that you can use during sex."

   "While fucking?"

   She nodded again.

   "OK, this one here is the only one that won't get in the way, but will
stay put." The manager pointed to a pink box.  "It even has an RF control
-- no wires."

   Jolene pretended to examine the box.  "It's pretty expensive.  What if I
don't like it?"

   "Once it's out of the store if you take it out of the packaging you
can't return it.  It's a personal hygiene issue."

   "Well, do you have a display model or something that I could try out
here?  I could just slip it on quickly and see how it works." As she
finished her sentence she lifted up the bottom of her dress and flashed him
her bald pussy.

   "I don't really have a display model, but I suppose for you I can open
this one up." Then he opened up the box and dumped the contents out onto
the counter.  After getting everything out of the little plastic bags he
put batteries into the vibrator and the remote.

   "Here, let me help you put it on," he said as he moved out from behind
the counter.  "Lift your dress up."

   She looked embarrassed, but she did as he requested and held her dress
up to her waist, showing off her bare butt and bald pussy.  The manager
went down on one knee to fit the vibrator, which put her pussy at eye level
of course.  He reached around her and fastened the waist strap; his face
only inches from her cunt.  I wondered if he could smell her wonderful
aroma.  Then he had her move her legs apart a bit as he placed the other
straps around each well toned thigh.  After some final adjustments the
small vibrator was positioned right on her clit, but did not obstruct her
entrance.

   The manager stood up and retrieved the small remote from the counter. 
"Let's see how it works," he said as he thumbed the switch.

   Jolene jumped slightly.  "Oh, my."

   "Do you like that?"

   "Yes, it's very, um, stimulating."

   "I'll bet.  That's only the low speed.  Let's try medium." He pressed
the button on the remote again.

   "Oh, oh," Jolene gasped.

   "How would you like to try out the other feature?"

   "What other feature?"

   "Having sex while you are wearing it."

   "Oh, I don't think that would be a good idea."

   "Bullshit!" The manager barked.  "The way you are dressed and the way
you are acting, you came in here to get fucked, and that's exactly what's
going to happen."

   With that he took her by the elbow and led her away and down the isle
next to the one I was in.  He wasn't forcing her; he didn't need to.  I
heard a squeaky door open, a brief muffled discussion between the manager
and another man, and finally the door closing.  A scrawny black kid, no
older than eighteen, emerged from the same isle and walked behind the
counter.

   I continued to pretend to browse the videos for the next twenty minutes.
Just as I was starting to get concerned I heard the squeaky door open
again. In a few seconds the manager appeared at the counter again, but
without Jolene.  The exchanged a few words and the kid headed back towards
what I assumed was the office.

   I selected a black on white gang bang video and walked up to the
counter. When the manager saw what I was buying he chuckled.

   "Like the idea of white house wives getting some dark meat?" He asked
knowingly.

   "Oh, yeah.  I'll pay for the lady's toy too."

   "Sure mister, whatever you say."

   "Is the boy fucking her now?"

   "Yeah, that's my son Leon.  She is his first white pussy.  And a fine
one it is."

   "Excellent."

   "She's a real nasty slut, that one."

   "Don't I know it."

   We chatted for a little bit.  It was clear that he thought I was
Jolene's husband, and I was fine with that.  After a while the manager
seemed to get impatient and headed back towards the office.

   "Leon!  I said once or twice.  Now don't get greedy, boy!" He bellowed.

   When he opened the door I could see Leon and Jolene naked the small
office.  The boy was leaning up against the desk and Jolene was kneeling in
front of him, sucking on his flaccid cock.

   "Aw, come on Dad, her mouth and pussy are so fine, can't I try her ass
too?"

   "You've had your fun.  Get dressed now and help her too."

   Leon grumbled, but complied, and soon Jolene and I were walking out the
door.  I was carrying a bag with the video in it, and Jolene was still
wearing the vibrator.  The remote control was safely in my pocket.  While
en route to the next stop I quizzed her about her time at the adult toy
store.

   "So what was it like asking for the vibrator and having him strap it
onto you?"

   "Humiliating.  And exciting."

   "Exciting in what way?"

   "Sexually."

   "It aroused you."

   "Yes."

   "Because he was black."

   "Hmmm, maybe, but more so because it was so public.  In the middle of
the store like that.  Anybody could have walked in."

   "What happened when he took you back to his office?"

   "He didn't waste any time.  He pulled my dress up, pushed me over the
desk, dropped his pants, and started fucking me.  I was so wet that he just
went all the way in on the first thrust."

   "Did you get off?"

   "Once."

   "Did he cum in you?"

   "No, when he was ready he turned me around and had me finish him with my
mouth.  After he came I swallowed it all and cleaned him up with my tongue.
Then he left and told me to wait there.  I was a little worried about
that."

   "Afraid of what he might be planning."

   "Yes, and how long he would keep me there."

   "But I was still out in the store."

   "I didn't know that or what you had planned."

   "OK, then he sent his son in."

   "Yes.  He told me that all white women were whores and should be naked,
so he took off my dress.  Then he told me to get down on my whore knees and
suck him off."

   "How did that make you feel, the way he talked to you."

   "It was degrading, but oddly I wasn't angry about it."

   "What did you feel?  Be honest."

   "Well, it kind of turned me on."

   "Kind of?"

   "OK, it turned me on quite a bit."

   "Did you suck him off them?"

   "Yes.  I got down on my knees like he told me and pulled his pants down.
He had a large beautiful cock; not the biggest I've seen, and not like in
the pornos, but still big.  I sucked and stroked him until he shot his load
into my mouth.  It shot six or seven times, which I can tell you is a lot.
It was the most cum I've ever had from just one load, but I swallowed it
all.  He didn't get soft at all and I just kept licking and sucking him. 
Finally he told me to stop, which was good because my jaw was starting to
get sore from being open so wide for so long.  Then he sat down on a chair
and ordered me climb on and fuck him good."

   "Did you cum?"

   "Yes, twice.  The first time he called me a filthy white-trash slut. 
After the second time he said 'I bet you can't get enough black cock, can
you?' When I didn't answer he repeated it and told me to answer."

   "What did you say?"

   "I told him yes.  He smiled and said 'Tell me you are a black cock
whore.' I did.  Then he told me to say it like I meant it, so I moaned "I'm
a black cock whore and I can't get enough big black cock in my white slutty
pussy."

   "Did he like that?"

   "Oh yes.  He also had me tell him how I was now addicted to black cock
and would need to come back to him every day to get my fix.  He came inside
me soon after that.  Then he had me get off him and clean up his cock with
my mouth.  He wanted me to get him hard again so he could fuck my ass.  I
was worried about his size, but his father came back and saved me."

   "Would you have let him fuck you in the ass?"

   "Probably.  I'm not sure how well I would have been walking afterwards
though."

   "So, are you going to go back every day and get your fix?"

   Jolene laughed.  She had a lovely, sexy laugh.  The kind that makes you
want to hear it often.

   "Not unless you want me to.  But you'll have to drive; I have no idea
where we were."

   Now it was my turn to laugh.  I told her that maybe we would return some
day, but for now I had plenty of other adventures planned for her.  For
this night I had one more stop; one more test.  If she passed this one then
I knew she would willingly do anything for me.  As I drove I kept her
aroused by turning on the vibrator, but forbidding her from playing with
herself.  When I sensed she was near an orgasm I turned it off.  By the
time we arrived at our destination she was almost begging me to let her
cum. I told her she would cum soon enough, but that she had do one last
thing for me.  She replied "Anything.  I'll do anything, just let me cum."

   We were stopped in front of a nondescript apartment building in a seedy
neighborhood.  "We are going to visit two men," I told her, "you will
please them in anyway they desire for as long as they desire.  Do you
understand?"

   Did I see a hint of uncertainty, or maybe even fear?  If so, her voice
didn't show it.  "Yes, I understand," she replied huskily.

   We walked into the entrance, but the lock on the "security" door was
broken so I didn't bother calling up on the intercom.  They knew we were
coming and they were waiting for us.  For her.  Up one floor and down the
hall to the apartment that I'd spent a week finding.  Muffled voices could
be heard inside.  I knocked on the door.  The voices stopped and the door
opened in a moment.  Jolene recognized the face the peered out.  "Dominic?"
she gasped.

   Dominic grinned wolfishly.  I pushed her forward into the dingy
apartment.  Her old boyfriend led us into the sparsely furnished main room
(I hesitate to call it a living room) and Jolene got an even bigger shock.
Sitting on an old dirty sofa was her brother Mick.  He smiled wickedly at
her as well, several missing teeth evidence of past meth abuse.  Dominic
grabbed her and started kissing her just as I had instructed.  She resisted
weakly, just as she had so many years ago.  He pawed at her for a little
bit before trying to push her dress down off her shoulders.  While she
didn't resist that much, she also didn't cooperate either.

   That's when I motioned for Mick to step over and help his friend.  Mick
came up behind his sister and pulled down the zipper in the back of her
dress.  Then he held her arms down as Mick pushed the straps of her dress
off her shoulders and down to her elbows.  This revealed her tits which
made Dominic whistle.  "They still look great," he said.

   Mick looked over Jolene's shoulder (he was a little taller than her) and
replied, "They sure are."

   Dominic began squeezing one tit with his hand while he latched on to the
other one with his mouth.  Mick was struggling to get the dress down the
rest of the way and I decided to help him by turning the vibrator on.  That
did the trick.  Jolene stopped resisting and let her brother push her dress
down the the floor.  "Hey, look what's written on her, Mick," Dominic
exclaimed.  "It says COCK SLUT, USE ME, ENJOY ME.  And she has some sort of
high tech vibrator strapped on too."

   Dominic got down on his knees to inspect her vibrator tortured pussy
while her brother reached around and played with her tits.  Dominic pushed
a finger into her pussy and it slid in easily.  "Oh, fuck she's wet!"

   I turned off the vibrator and Jolene moaned in frustration.  "The only
way you can cum now is using their cocks," I informed her.  "Make them
happy and maybe they'll give you what you crave."

   Dominic announced that he had waited long enough for her pussy and
pushed her down onto the dirty couch.  Then he pulled the vibrator off
saying that he didn't need the help.  His pants were off in a flash and he
was positioned between her legs.  "Beg me to fuck you, slut," and to
punctuate his demand he rubbed her clit roughly.

   "Oh, oh, fuck me Dom."

   "Tell me you want my cock.  Tell me you always wanted it."

   "I want your cock Dom.  I've always wanted your cock, please, give it to
me.  Fuck me!"

   Dominic thrust into her savagely, all those years of pent up frustration
being released all at once.  He fucked her hard and fast, but it didn't
last long.  In fact he came before she did, despite the fact that she was
so turned on.  This left Jolene even more frustrated and horny than ever.
He pulled out of her and when she looked up she saw her brother Mick
standing there with his hard cock in his hands.  She looked shocked and
shook her head.  "No, I can't..."

   But Mick would not be denied.  His lust for his sister was obvious.  He
knelt between her legs and said in a low voice, "I've wanted to do this
since you grew tits.  I've dreamed about it so many times.  I'm going to
fuck you Jolene, and you are going to enjoy it."

   Then he pressed down on top of her and pushed his cock into his sister's
pussy.  She bit her lip as if trying to deny the burning she felt in her
pussy.  He started slowly, trying to enjoy the sensation, but soon he was
trusting into his sister faster and faster.  Then I noticed a change in
Jolene.  It looked like she was losing the battle to stop herself from
enjoying being fucked by her brother.  She began moaning.  I couldn't tell
at first but then I realized she was saying "Oh Mick, Oh Mick."

   Suddenly she arched her back and convulsed as her climax hit her.  It
looked like a powerful one to me and although Mick tried to ride it out he
was unable to hold back either and added his spunk to Dominic's deep in
Jolene's pussy.  Mick collapsed on top of his sister and she threw her arms
around him and hugged him close.

   After that she sucked them both back to life and they took turns fucking
all her holes.  I lost count of how many more times she came, but she
seemed to have more with her brother than with Dominic.  We left several
hours later with her ex boyfriend and her brother's sperm running out of
her pussy and ass.  She didn't want to soil the dress so I had her walk to
the car naked and wait outside the car while I retrieved an old towel from
the trunk for her to sit on.  She didn't even hesitate to follow these
instructions.

   When we got back to my house I let her use the shower to clean up.  Then
I had her give me a blowjob before sending her home to her husband.  He has
no idea what she's capable of, but he will soon enough.



   Jolene Listens Ch.  12

   This is the final chapter and is once again told by Jolene's husband
Peter.

   *

   This challenge was the most sophisticated so far.  Ed and I were waiting
in a hotel room while my wife Jolene had to perform a series of tasks to
collect the necessary clues which would lead her to us.  That was the plan
anyway.  Something can always go wrong, but she knew she could call me if
necessary.  As I waited I went back over the details in my head, imagining
my beautiful submissive wife following her instructions.

   When she returned home from the gym she would find the first envelope on
the table.  In it was a note and receipt from a beauty shop for a manicure
and pedicure.  The appointment for today was circled.  The note read
simply, "Dress like you are going clubbing.  Don't be late for your
appointment." If she left immediately she would have just enough time to
make it.

   After her finger and toe nails were painted bright pink she was given
the second envelope.  Inside was another note that said, "Go to the
following address and give Mistress Diane your name.  She will know what to
do."

   That will lead her to a little shop where the younger crowd goes to buy
their "bling" and get their makeup done.  I had instructed the proprietor,
Mistress Diane, to make her look trashy like the younger girls do these
days when they are going out to "hook up".  I told her I wouldn't mind if
it bordered on street-walker.  When she was finished she would give Jolene
yet another envelope.

   Like the others, this one had a short note.  It read, "Go to the bar at
the following address and locate Mindy.  Trade your clothes for hers except
for your purse.  Do whatever it takes to get her clothes.  In the pocket of
her shorts you will find a hotel key on a chain.  Put the chain around your
neck, go back outside and take a right.  Start walking.  You'll know when
to stop."

   I can imagine Jolene's confusion about these vague instructions, but she
will go to the bar anyway.  When she goes in it's dim and it takes her eyes
a few minutes to adjust.  She looks around and only sees a few people
inside, which is not unusual considering it was still pretty early.  Nobody
makes eye contract with her, so she steps up to the bar and asks the
bartender if he knows Mindy.  He doesn't say anything.  He just motions
towards the back of the bar with his thumb.

   As Jolene makes her way to the back of the bar she notices a pool table
off to one side in a little alcove that isn't visible from the front of the
place.  A woman in her thirties was carefully lining up a shot.  She was
wearing a garish green lyrca top that left little to the imagination and a
pair of very short shorts that didn't cover much either.  My wife walks up
and clears her throat.

   "Yeah?  What'da want?"

   "Are you Mindy?" Jolene asks hesitantly.

   "That depends," she replies.  "on who you are sweetie."

   "I'm Jolene."

   The woman puts her pool cue down.  "Oh.  Well in that case, yes, I'm
Mindy." She looks Jolene up and down.  "So, what'da want?"

   "Um, this is going to sound strange, but I want your clothes."

   Mindy laughs.  "Is that all?"

   "I mean, I'll trade you mine."

   Mindy gets a serious look and steps forward.  "Hmmm, those are nice rags
alright, but not really my style.  Got any cash?"

   Jolene didn't expect that, so she looked in her purse.  Do what ever it
took, the note said.  "I have fifty-two dollars."

   "Is that all?" Mindy said, clearly disappointed.

   "I'm sorry, that's all I have.  Please, I need your clothes."

   "OK, OK.  I'm such a push over." Secretly she was quite pleased of
course since I had bought the clothes in the first place.  "Well?"

   "What?"

   "Get out of the clothes bitch.  The deal is your clothes for mine plus
the cash.  So start stripping."

   Jolene didn't really want to strip in the bar, but at the moment it was
just the two of them.  The longer she delayed the greater the chance
someone else would show up.  As she took off her silk top and designer
jeans she wished she had not worn her favorite outfit.  She handed them
over to Mindy, now just standing there in her skimpy bra and thong.

   "The bra too," Mindy demanded.  "Can't really wear it with this top
anyway."

   Jolene unclasped the bra and handed it over as well.  Mindy smiled
evilly and said, "Wait here, I'll be right back."

   Jolene watched with a scared look on her face as Mindy walked away with
her clothes.  She was slightly relieved when she saw her turn into the
woman's bathroom.  My wife stood there nervously for a minute before Mindy
returned wearing the silk top and jeans, throwing her previous outfit on
the pool table.  Jolene quickly dressed and exited the bar.  As she did she
noticed a few of the patrons smiling at her.  Obviously her exploit had not
gone unnoticed.

   Once she was back outside she remembered the key and reached into her
pocket.  Thankfully it was there with the chain just as the note said it
would be.  Jolene pulled it out and slipped it over her head as instructed
and started walking.

   She felt very conspicuous as she made her way down the busy sidewalk,
her boobs bouncing with every step.  The way she was made up she was sure
she must have looked like a hooker.  After a couple of blocks she heard
someone off to the side call her name.

   Jolene stopped and looked around.  Again she heard her name.  She looked
carefully and saw a figure in a recessed doorway; the kind that had steps
leading down to it.

   "I'm Jolene."

   "Come closer."

   She took a couple of steps closer.  Standing on the steps leading down
to the door was a balding man in his fifties wearing a dirty t-shirt.

   "I have what you need," he says and motions for her to join him in the
doorway.

   She steps closer, a little uncertain.  He points downward, so she
descends the steps with the stranger.  When they get to the bottom he
reaches out and touches the key.

   "I can tell you what this is for," he informs her and pulls an envelope
out of his back pocket.

   Jolene reaches for it, but he pulls it back saying, "Oh no.  You will
have to pay for this."

   "But I don't have any money."

   "Then you'll have to earn it the old fashioned way," he says as he pulls
down his zipper.

   "What?  Right here?"

   "That's right.  Suck me off right here bitch, and the envelope is
yours."

   Jolene saw no other alternative and hoped they were shielded well enough
down in the dark doorway.  She got down on her knees, wincing from the
rough concrete and pulled out the stranger's hard cock.  He stank of the
sweat of a hard day's work.  She went to work getting it over as quickly as
possible.  No doubt he tried to make it last, but my wife is an expert
cocksucker and in no time he was pumping his cum into her mouth.  She
swallowed it all down, making sure to get every drop, and tucked his
softening member back into his pants.

   When she stood up her knees were dirty leaving little doubt what she had
been up to.  There wasn't anything she could do about that at the moment so
she just held her hand out.  The stranger gave her the envelope saying,
"Your fella is one lucky bastard."

   Inside was one last note which read, "Go to the hotel across the street
from where you are now.  Take the elevator up to room 522 and let yourself
in.  Announce to the occupants that you are the entertainment for the
evening and that they are to enjoy your body in any way they please for as
long as they please."

   Jolene looked across the street.  Sure enough there was a nice looking
hotel there.  She didn't know what awaited her, but she knew it would be an
exciting sexual adventure.  All of her challenges were.

   At least that's how I imagined things would go for my wife.  Ed and I
had spent a lot of time and effort planning it and coaching the various
players.  But there would be no way to know until Jolene stepped into room
522.  Ed and I were in the adjoining room watching via three wireless
cameras and microphones that we had setup earlier.  Leon's grandson and
three of his young friends waited anxiously in the next room for my wife's
appearance.  If everything was going according to schedule she should be
walking in soon.

   Sure enough, about five minutes later the door swung open and in walked
Jolene.  I'm not sure I would have recognized her if I had passed her on
the street.  Mistress Dianne had done a good job with her makeup and hair.
Along with the outfit she got from Mindy she looked like a coed with very
bad taste.  Or a color blind hooker.  Either way it was a hot look for my
wife.

   She made her announcement as instructed, which got the attention of the
young black men.  One of them said, "Well, well, it looks like we have
ourselves a white trash ho."

   Another one responds, "It's time to party boys."

   Another one added, "They say once you go black, you never go back."

   They all high-fived each other as though that was the first time anybody
had ever said that.  Jolene just licked her lips and stepped forward into
their midst.  It wasn't long before she was naked and the horny young men
were feeding her their hard cocks.  And this time I recorded it all on high
resolution video using the three nearly-hidden cameras.

   They were not shy about using her body for their pleasure.  They fucked
her mouth, pussy and ass repeatedly.  They even had all three filled at one
point.  It was amazing watching my lilly white wife sandwiched between four
black guys as they pounded their cocks into her over and over.

   I was amazed at the stamina of the four boys, which was impressive even
for twenty-five year olds.  They were able to regain their erections
quickly after coming and they each did that two or three times during the
evening.  Jolene took everything they had and sucked them dry in a sexual
marathon like nothing I'd ever seen.  In the end she was still ready for
more even after the boys couldn't get their cocks hard anymore.

   One of the young men made the comment, "Fuck, she still hasn't had
enough.  Maybe we should sell her ass over on third."

   He knew he wouldn't be allowed to do that.  I think he was just trying
to see how Jolene would respond.  She was pretty cool, though, saying,
"What would my cut be?"

   All the men laughed and one of them said she could make good money doing
private parties.  She played coy and said, "Really, do you think so?"

   "Oh, yeah baby.  A sexy white bitch like you that knows how to take dark
meat?  Yeah, you could pull down good money."

   "You boys are so sweet.  Maybe we can do this again some time, but I
have to go."

   They all told her anytime she wanted a good fuck to just let them know.
Then my wife slipped on her clothes, such as they were, and left.  I knew
she would go home and wait for me, so I helped Ed pack up all the gear and
we headed back ourselves.

   Sure enough, when I arrived at home she was waiting for me, still in the
bright green stretch top and yellow short shorts.  I asked her if she
enjoyed her adventure.  She assured me that it was the best I had come up
with so far.  I had her tell me about the entire experience from start to
finish.  Before she was done I had dumped a load in her pussy and one in
her ass.  What a day!

   Between all the overtime at work and the time spent planning the
challenges for Jolene, there had not been much time available for just a
normal night out eating and drinking.  Not that my wife had been sitting
home knitting.  When she wasn't over at Ed's place she was with Tom.  I was
starting to get annoyed that they were spending more time with her than I
was, so I said "fuck it" and left work at four o'clock on Friday afternoon.

   When I got home I told Jolene that we were going out for the night. 
When she asked what the special occasion was I just told her that I loved
her and wanted to take her out on the town.  She gave me one of those looks
that meant she knew I wasn't telling her everything.

   "OK.  I know I have been neglecting you for that stupid job lately and
it's going to end starting tonight.  So hurry up and get changed," I said.

   She kissed me and bounced up the stairs.

   We managed to get a table at our favorite Italian restaurant.  The food
and service were fantastic as usual.  Of course the bill was spectacular
too, but it was worth it.  After that we went to a little jazz bar nearby
and shared a bottle of wine while enjoying the live music.  I couldn't
remember the last time we had such a good time out just enjoying each
others company.

   After the wine was gone we stayed around for a couple more hours
drinking water to make sure I was good to drive home.  Finally about one
o'clock we headed out to make the three block walk back to where the car
was parked.  We were in an upscale area and so into flirting as we walked
that I wasn't paying enough attention to our surroundings.  That was a
mistake.

   Suddenly a young guy with a .38 revolver was standing in front of me and
two more were standing menacingly beside my wife.  One of them was
brandishing a knife.

   "Give me your wallet," he snarled, "and nobody will get hurt."

   "And I'll take that purse lady," one of the others said to Jolene.

   I glanced over and saw her hand move towards the pocket in her purse
where her collapsible baton was hidden.  She was getting ready to make a
move, but I needed to take care of the gun first.  At this point everything
happened fast, but life and death situations tend to focus the mind so that
you remember all the details in amazing clarity.

   I stepped to my left and pivoted taking my body out of the direct line
of the gun.  At the same time I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and
pulled him forward off balance.  Then I used my right hand to twist the gun
out of his hand before he knew what had happened.  Out of the corner of my
eye I saw Jolene bringing her baton down viciously and the knife spinning
away.  That's one broken wrist, I thought.

   My attacker must have had some training himself because he used my
hesitation to kick it out of my hand.  Tae Kwon Do or Karate maybe.  I
decide to stay close and grapple to neutralize his youthful advantage and
avoid exchanging with him.

   I still had his wrist so I pulled him in close and threw a knee into his
midsection.  It landed, but not solidly.  I glanced in my wife's direction
and saw her deliver a spinning back kick into one of her assailants,
knocking him down.  I should have been paying more attention to my own
fight though, because I found myself getting tripped and going down.

   I landed on my back with him on top of me.  This was potentially bad for
me.  He reached out and tried to choke me.  I threw an elbow at him which
made him pull back.  This gave me the room I needed so I threw my legs up
and got one around the back of his neck putting him into a leg triangle.  I
cinched it up tight with my other leg and he realized too late that he was
in big trouble.  I pulled his head down to complete the choke and within
seconds he was going to sleep.  I held him for a few seconds longer because
I didn't want him waking up too quickly and I knew that would also give him
a bigger headache.

   I pushed his unconscious body off of me and quickly got up to help my
wife.  But her attackers were already limping off.  She was standing there
holding her baton and breathing hard as she watched them retreat.  The one
I choked out moaned and tried to get up.  I kicked him in the ribs to make
sure there was no more fight in him and he crawled away.

   Jolene looked at me, her eyes wide and her nostrils flared.  I said,
"Let's get out of here."

   We quickly made our way to the car.  It was very quiet for the first few
minutes as I navigated the local streets and pulled onto the highway.  Then
out of nowhere my wife says, "I remember everything."

   I thought she was talking about he robbery attempt we had just thwarted,
so I replied, "So do I."

   "No, I mean you hypnotizing me and changing me.  Putting thoughts and
suggestions into my head.  Probing my memories and deepest feelings. 
Everything."

   Shit.  "Honey, I..." What the hell could I say?

   "No.  Don't say anything.  I need time to think and sort things out."

   I drove on in silence.  Had I just lost my wife, the love of my life? 
That thought was so horrific I couldn't even hold it in my head.  I just
had to hope that she would forgive me.  How could I have risked everything
so easily?  Maybe I didn't deserve her.  I felt like I had been kicked in
the stomach.

   Thoughts of doom and self pity swirled in my head all the way home.  By
the time we got there Jolene no longer appeared confused, but rather she
seemed to be relaxed.  When we got inside she had me sit down in the living
room with her.

   "First off, I'm not angry with you.  But there are some things I need to
explain." She told me.

   I was a little relieved at hearing that, but I wasn't off the hook yet.
I listened.

   "When you saved me last year from those guys in that alley I took stock
of who I was as I laid there on the ground and I realized that I didn't
like who I had become.  I was vain, self-absorbed, sexually frustrated, and
all around a bad wife."

   I opened my mouth to tell her she wasn't a bad wife, but she held her
hand up.  "Let me finish.  Please."

   I remained silent and she continued.

   "At that moment I wanted to change, to be worthy of your love, but I
didn't know how to do it.  Then when you told me that I should just listen
to you something snapped in my mind.  I just turned over all my decision
making processes over to you.  Not the trivial decisions, mind you, but the
big ones.  Like 'what kind of person do I want to be' kind of decisions. 
Somehow you figured it out and started changing my life; changing me."

   "I wasn't really aware that you were doing it.  Sure I knew that I was
behaving differently, but I didn't really question it.  The fact of the
matter is that I was happier than I'd been in years, maybe ever.  Then the
attack tonight somehow returned me to normal, I guess."

   "So now what?" I asked, fearful of the answer.

   She smiled.  "Don't worry, I'm not going to go back to the way I was
before.  I like the way I am now.  I'm happy and I'm not sexually
frustrated anymore."

   "Really?  But what about..."

   "Yes, I enjoy being your submissive slut."

   "Really?"

   "Yes, really.  I think I've always been a slut, but I suppressed it. 
Probably one of the reasons I was unhappy.  You showed me how to embrace
that part of myself and not be ashamed of it."

   "Wow.  That's so...cool!"

   "But there's some other things I have to tell you.  About Tom."

   "Tom?"

   "Yes, as imaginative as you and Ed have been, Tom makes you two look
like pikers," She informed me.

   "What are you talking about?"

   Next my wife told me about how Tom had somehow hijacked my hypnotic
suggestions to gain greater control over her.  Then she told me about the
parties with his friends from work, the videos of her riding the
Fuck-Chair, the men's locker room at the college, and the video store. 
That was all shocking enough, but when she told me about fucking Dominic
and her brother Mick my brain froze.  I didn't know what to think or say.
But my cock sure had an opinion, and judging from speed at which it went
rigid, the word 'excited' would be a huge understatement.

   But she wasn't finished yet.  Apparently Tom had not only continued to
arrange more perverted experiences for her, including repeat performances
with her brother, but he was now recording them on video as well.  What was
really surprising though, was that Jolene enjoyed all of it and didn't want
it to stop.  That meant I would need to talk to Tom, and I wasn't sure how
he would react.

   Tom wasn't expecting us both to show up at his door the next day.  After
I explained what had happened the previous night and how I knew everything
that had happened between him and my wife, he got a scared look on his
face. What came next really took him by surprise, though.

   "Tom, I want you to help me put together an adult website for Jolene."

   "What?!"

   "A pay site.  I know you have some stills and a lot of video that we can
use to start with.  I'm hoping you still have all that cash you got from
your friends when they thought that Jolene was a hooker.  That should be
enough seed money to get the server and hosting set up."

   "Are you serious?"

   "Sure.  We could even sell that fuck chair your friend invented.  And I
know you've set up commercial websites before.  What do you think?"

   He got a big smile on his face.  "Only if you make me the creative
director in charge of coming up with new adventures for Jolene."

   "I can't think of a better candidate for the job."

   That was six months ago.  The website is doing so well that I have been
able to quit my regular job.  Now I work half as hard and make three times
as much.  We both know that eventually this will end, so we are socking
away the extra money.  In the meantime though, we have no financial worries
and are enjoying life to the fullest.

   Jolene gets all the sex she needs and much of it ends up on the website.
She still fucks Ed Jacobson and some of his friends on a regular basis.  In
fact, those videos are second only in popularity to the ones featuring her
brother.  Yes, she still has sex with Mick.  In fact, he has moved in with
us.  They have sex often now.  Sometimes he brings some friends over and
they spend the whole day fucking my wife.  The only rule I have is no
drugs. I told him the day he moved in that if I find any drugs in the
house, or if he comes home high, I will throw him out and he'll never have
sex with his sister ever again.  How's that for incentive to stay clean? 
So far he has.

   We did put the FuckChair (trademark pending) on our site, but sales have
been a bit slow.  It's just too expensive.  So I helped Ned redesign it to
reduce costs.  We simplified the hardware by doing more of the work in
software; that was my big contribution.  Then Ned modularized the system so
that we could sell the core product cheaper.  Then customers can buy
accessories later.  The FuckChair Mark II will be going on sale soon and I
expect sales to be brisk.

   When we first started the website we had a web cam for Jolene to
entertain the members with.  They loved watching her on the chair. 
Recently I added an interface so that for an extra fee (per minute) a
member can control the chair remotely.  That's a very popular feature and
has generated a lot income for us.

   We've even had several other women contact us about having us make
videos of their adventures and putting them on our website.  In fact one of
them is coming over tomorrow to audition.  That should be fun.

   That's my story.  So, am I a lucky bastard or what?