From: skipper@usa.pipeline.com(Skipper)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WIFE BECOMES PARTNER'S SEX SLAVE (mf)
Date: 18 Sep 1995 23:49:42 GMT
Organization: PSINet/Pipeline USA
Message-ID: <43l0im$4iq@news1.usa.pipeline.com>

I DID NOT WRITE THIS, BUT ENJOY 

 

How far will a buddies wife go to get him out of jail, even if it goes

against 

her religious values. 

 

Disclaimer: 

 

All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my 

imagination.  Constructive e-mail welcome.  Jan is 

partially based upon a friends attractive, yet stubborn, 

wife.  The research for this tale was "rough".  :-) 

 

 

Jan 

=== 

by Caesar(94) 

 

Jan was not overly attractive.  Nor was she something I would have normally



taken a passing notice in.  Except, I had been friends, and partners, with

her 

husband for several years.  Every woman I have ever met, I have to consider

the 

pros and cons of a sexual relationship with her.  It didn't matter if she

was 

beautiful nor ugly, I always wondered how I would go about seducing and 

enjoying 

the woman's body.  Jan had been no different. 

 

Spending long hours with the two of them, I always took notice of every

little 

detail about her.  Jan often worked out and had strong powerful legs, which



were 

also smooth and shiny clean.  She had small pointy breasts that rarely saw 

anything but a sports bra, so I often noticed the extra movement beneath a 

loose 

shirt. She had short blond hair, crew cut on the sides and a bit longer at

the 

top, this highlighted her long flawless neck.  Jan also had small feet and 

hands, an average waist, small ankles, flat 

stomach, and a large happy smile. 

 

Besides her husband, over the years, we had also become friends. Yet, there

was 

always the thought that I would like to possess her someday.  It was 

unrealistic, and something I never tired to bring about.  I was patient and

a 

time will come when I "know" that the time is right.  Over several years,

it 

didn't happen. 

 

My marriage broke up, yet Jan still remained friends with my ex-wife, the

four 

of us used to be inseparable.  I didn't mind so much, just that when my

partner 

and I got together Jan would not be there as often.  I had come to enjoy 

chatting with her.  Also the few new girls she met, she rarely approved of,



either of me or them.  You see, Jan had married as a virgin, strictly 

religious, 

and was totally committed to her husband and my friend. 

 

Guys are strange, I'll admit, when my chance did come, I chose my sexual 

desires over my friend.  How so?  Well, he landed in jail, and I was the

only 

one with the "evidence" to have him released. 

 

That in itself wasn't what caused me to propose sexual intimacy with Jan,

but a 

combination of several factors.  For one, I was one of the people her

husband 

had tried to welch on.  Strictly a white collar crime.  But we had made

large 

amounts of cash over the years and would have given him a break, if only

Jan 

hadn't come to my office that fateful day. 

 

Her eyes and voice revealed her desperation.  Perhaps she had even been

crying 

recently.  I did realize she was puzzled why I didn't treat her as I always



have, a close friend.  And sat behind my desk, emotionally and physically

cut 

off from her.  She would have guessed it was because her husband had

"screwed" 

me, but she would have been wrong. 

 

I appraised her that quiet afternoon, as she sat before my desk. I openly

let 

my eyes study her curves.  She was dressed in a long tan skirt, with a

black 

silk blouse and black heels.  No nylons or handbag, as was normal.  I was 

disappointed to notice that her breasts were encased in a dark thin bra, 

something that she rarely did. 

 

She became uncomfortable, obviously noticing my hungry gaze as well as the 

silence.  Jan had politely come into my office and sat down, after I

listened 

to 

her quiet pleas and the reasons, she said, that I should help her hubby, I

put 

my phone on "Do Not Disturb" which also protected my office from

intrusions. 

That was when I viewed her openly, knowing that I had something she wanted,



something that meant her whole life.  Her husband, "for better or for

worse". 

I 

had been her friend, and I knew the depth those words had meant to her. 

 

"He had screwed me and you want me to help him get off?"  I tried to put 

sincerity in my voice.  Before she could again recite the reasons I should

help 

him, I interrupted, "I can't think of one thing that would convince me to

help 

him."  I watched her eyes, knowing that a persons soul can be read by the 

simple 

translation of a gaze. 

 

"It must have been a mistake, any loss you took will be returned. I

promise..." 

 She didn't actually know, or understand, what her husband had done,

exactly as 

I wanted her.  Just knew he was facing a lengthy prison sentence and only I

had 

the key to get him out.  "Whatever it takes!"  She sounded near hysteria,

her 

concern was that I would not be swayed and she would forever have a husband



that 

was, or had been, in jail. 

 

"There is one thing."  I didn't phase it as a question.  Instead said it

simply 

and then purposely looked down upon her gleaming smooth crossed legs. 

 

She gulped then spoke, real fear in her voice at the expected answer to her



question, "What will it take?" 

 

I spent a full long minute, upon those calves and ankles, wonder if they

would 

look as good straight up in the air next to my face. She shifted in her

chair. 

"I think you know Jan." 

 

This time it took a few seconds for her to reply, "No, I have no idea." 

She 

was playing ignorant, yet we both knew what I had meant.  No matter what 

happened after, our friendship would no longer be valid. 

 

"I will give the Prosecuting Attorney the information to have your husband 

acquitted in exchange for you."  I said it simply, yet I could feel the

sweat 

coating the palms of my hands.  I wanted this to work, more than anything. 

And 

I was willing to comply to my end of the bargain. 

 

 

She quickly replied, "What do you mean?" 

 

Jan was a religious woman, and never swore, so when I answered her with, "I



want you to be my fuck toy", the effect was increased. She lost all color

in 

her 

face, her whole body seemed to shrink in size, and she was shaking

slightly. 

Obviously my nervousness was not as acute as her anger or fear. 

 

The plan didn't go as expected when she promptly stood and headed for the

door 

to my office.  Her actions, and body language 

obvious, she was getting out of here fast.  No one had ever spoken to her

this 

way before, in fact no one had even treated her this way before. 

 

"If you leave your husband gets up to seven years in jail."  She froze, her



hand upon the door handle.  "I'm sure his cell mate may treat him well,

perhaps 

even make him a 'special friend' for all his buddies."  I was amazed at my

own 

cold heartlessness.  I added nonchalantly, "Besides, he is guilty."  Which

was 

true. 

 

I watched as Jan dropped her hand but didn't turn from the door, her back 

facing me.  She hung her head, in what I wasn't sure was compliance or just

in 

thought.  These next few moments would decided what would happen.  I

decided to 

push further, "I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you Jan."  I



stood and walked about my desk to stand before it.  She still hadn't moved.

"If 

you want me to help get your husband out of jail, you will do whatever I

say." 

 

She surprised me.  "What do you want me to do?"  She was crying, the sound

in 

her voice was obvious.  As was the depth of her emotion, she was resolved

to do 

as I asked.  I held all the cards, and we both knew that I meant what I had



said.  Even if she was being asked to do something against her moral and 

ethical 

judgment.  Her marriage vows were very important, yet I knew she would feel



selfish if she walked out of my office and allow her husband to go to jail.

 I 

had given her the choice. 

 

"Tomorrow I will give evidence to get your husband out.  Right now I want

you 

to come over here and suck my cock."  I spoke sternly but evenly, yet the 

vulgarity of my words seemed to shake this office with their power. 

 

When she turned, I felt remorse and guilt at what I was 

accomplishing with the knowledge I had acquired by being a friend to her. 

Yet, 

my desire won over.  I watched the defeated woman take the few steps to me

then 

drop to her bare knees upon my rugged floor.  I didn't move to help her or 

hinder her.  With violently shaking hands I watched as she fumbled with my 

zipper, even while her eyes poured out a rainfall of tears. 

 

I pulled my crotch away from her grasp and walked to her flank. "Don't get

up, 

but take all your clothes off.  I want to see what I'm going to be playing 

with."   I strolled around her, over her left shoulder to watch as her

hands 

slowly began to remove her clothing.  The blouse took the longest, but soon

as 

her pale white shoulders were revealed the thin back bra quickly followed 

towards the floor. 

 

Jan was shaking more violently now, and I knew her resolve was weakening. 

"Don't stop!  Take all your clothes off Jan.  I want to see your naked

ass." 

She 

moved to comply. 

 

As ordered, she knelt upon my office floor, now naked except for one two

inch 

black high heel.  She had pale smooth skin, but I desired her more at that 

moment than at any other.  By her 

actions, I knew I could do anything with her.  And there was so much I

wanted 

to do. 

 

I knelt next to her, and reached around to place my hand expertly upon the

hair 

mound of her sex.  I was delighted to feel a thick bush covering the 

thick-lipped vagina.  My other hand placed itself upon her bottom, my

fingers 

slowly making their way into the crack of her ass.  With two of my digits,

I 

pressed into both her front and back.  Her body shakes violently while she 

attempts to freeze with my fingers inside her.  They enter up to the first 

knuckle on each hand before I make the attempt no longer. 

 

It is time.  With a quick kiss upon her pale shoulder I stand, withdrawing

my 

hands.  I again stand inches before her, and do her a service by unzipping

my 

trousers.  My hardened cock stands at attention when I finally reveal it,

mere 

centimeters from my friend's forehead.  She was crying violently now, her 

shoulders shaking and her body rocking as she sobbed loudly. 

 

Not another word was spoken, nor did it need to be said.  Jan lifted her

face, 

her eyes glassy with tears, and then promptly opened her mouth and took

about 

half of my cock into her. 

 

At that moment I knew, she was mine! 

 

                         -*-