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By Shooter3704 (shooter3704@yahoo.com)


From where I sat in my car I could see the building. I watched my wife and two men go into the building nearly an hour ago, but there had been no other activity. Why was I spying on my wife? Damned good question and the answer is complicated. My name is Jack Miller and my wife’s name is Jan.

It started about a month ago, I think. It was a series of little things that got my attention. Jan, my wife of eight years started acting funny. Coming home way late got to be the rule rather then the exception. Working weird hours. Acting preoccupied and withdrawn. Jan just seemed different.

Two years ago I opened my own investment business and Jan agreed that she should continue to work until the business was better established. It wasn’t unusual for Jan to travel with her job, but lately she seemed to be doing a lot more than normal. Until a few months ago she never had to travel on weekends, but that suddenly changed and she seemed to be worn-out when she got home.

None of these thing by themselves were noteworthy, but then there was the strange calls. Jan has her own line with an answering machine and I never checked her machine. It wasn’t any of my business, I thought. One night I was looking for a ballpoint pen that worked and I went into her office to see if she had one. While I searched the phone rang and the machine picked up. A male voice said, "Jan be at 1239 East Street, Friday night at seven o’clock."

The caller hung up. I thought that was a weird call and I hit the rewind to listen again. The call that I had just heard was the third call on the tape or whatever is in the machine. The first call, the same voice as best I could tell, said," Doghouse at seven." The second message said, "Evan’s at eight, dress down." I had no way to tell how long the messages had been on the machine.

I left Jan’s office highly perplexed, but finally decided that it was business calls and put them out of my mind. I wouldn’t have given it any more thought if I hadn’t accidentally picked up a throw-away magazine that advertised the strip joints and video arcades and that type of adult businesses.

The ad for the Doghouse caught my eye. The Doghouse apparently was a tittie bar on the east side of town. I recalled the message on Jan’s answering machine that mentioned "doghouse." I remember laughing at myself. What was I thinking? What would Jan be doing at a tittie bar?

Jan isn’t certainly isn’t a prude. In fact she is very inventive in our bedroom. I guess we have tried everything a man and a woman can do, at one time or another. Jan and I married right out of high school. We took turns going to college over the next six years. Jan was a knockout in high school. She works out a couple time a week and looks better now then she ever did. Jan fills out her 36C bra very nicely and while a bit on the petit side, has a killer body.

During the next few weeks I begun to harbor suspicions. I tried to put them out of my mind, but it was hopeless. The thoughts were there and I couldn’t ignore them.

I started checking up on Jan. On Tuesday of last week when she announced that she had to go out of town overnight, I followed her. My sweet little wife did not go out of town. She went to a motel at the outskirts of town and checked in. It hit me like a sledgehammer. My wife was cheating on me!

The next evening when she got home I gave her several opportunities to confess and tell me what was going on, to no avail. I followed her on Friday night and she went to that tittie bar, the Doghouse. I waited outside and she came out after about half an hour. She was with a black man and they walked down the street to the corner and caught a cab. I followed them to the Midtown Hotel where they went in and disappeared. I was sick to my stomach and frankly, I didn’t know what to do.

Now it was Saturday night and I sat in my car watching the building where Jan and the two men were. I was so mad and hurt I wasn’t thinking straight. I knew I wasn’t, but I really didn’t care anymore. I put the car in gear and drove toward the building. Somebody was going to get hurt tonight.

CHAPTER TWO

It was a concrete block building that had been a gas station at some point in the past. The pump island was still there but the garage doors had been blocked up and the large windows were now small residential type windows. I parked next door at a closed dry cleaner, got my pistol out of the glove box, and made my way on foot to the back of the place. Lights were showing from the back windows and I silently crept to one and peered in. The window was open a couple of inches.

I guess I should have been prepared for what I saw, but I wasn’t. It shocked me to my very core. Jan was on her hands and knees on a low table and a fat white guy was pounding her from behind. She was holding on to the edge of the table because the fat slob was slamming into her hard, causing her tits to swing back and forward. I looked around the room and saw another man. He was a black guy and sitting in a chair stroking his cock as he watched the fat guy fuck my wife.

"Hurry up, man," the black guy said. "I want to fuck the bitch at least one more time before Dog gets here."

"Keep your shirt on," the white guy said huffing and puffing. "Oh yeah you ain’t got a shirt on do you? Hey you hog, you done fucked her twice. Give me a break."

"Yeah, but I want to pop her ass before we have to go. Dog said he was coming at eleven and it nearly that now, so get to fuckin’."

"Maybe this cunt don’t want that black dick in her ass," the white guy said. He had slowed his action down, but was still hammering Jan hard.

"Don’t matter what she wants," the black dude said. "Dog told her to let us fuck her and she ain’t got no say in it. Do you whore?" Jan didn’t answer him, but shook her head in the negative. "You want my cock in your ass don’t you?

Jan didn’t answer him and the white guy reached around her and grabbed both nipples and pulled them in the opposite direction, causing Jan to yell out in pain. "Answer the man, cunt," he said grinning. "The man wants to know if you want his cock in your ass."

"Yes," Jan said. "That’s fine."

"What’s fine?" white guy said. "Tell the man what he wants to know."

"I want his cock in my ass," Jan said raising her voice. She was flushed and I could tell she was nearing an orgasm. I could always tell when she was about to come.

The fat guy pulled his cock out of my wife. Jan gasped as he did. He pulled her off of the table and lay back on it. "Get on, honey," he told Jan. "Ride the pony. Me and Abe is going to double up on you. How about me in your cunt and Abe in your ass? You like that?"

"Yes," Jan said climbing up over the man. "Give me both cocks."

The black man, Abe I assumed, came over behind them and waited until Jan had gotten the fat guy’s dick in her before he shoved his cock into her ass. Jan squealed and for a moment I was tempted to open the window the rest of the way and shoot both of the fuckers. I was actually reaching for the window when I realized that it was not a squeal of pain, but one of pleasure. Now I didn’t know who I wanted to kill.

"God, she’s tight!" the black guy said. "Dog has some prime pussy here."

"Yeah man," the fat guy said huffing and puffing, "Fuckin’ cunt is going to kill me."

"What a way to go, huh?" the black man said. "You like this, Jan?"

"God yes," my wife yelled out, "Keep fucking me, damn you!"

"Hell, cunt," Abe said laughing, "This is just a warm up for Dog. He’ll be along later to fuck you. Wouldn’t be surprised if he don’t bring a couple buddies to hose you too. What do you think about that? You like Dog’s big fat cock?"

"I love it!" Jan screeched. She was having what she called a jumbo orgasm. I slid down below the window and didn’t know if I wanted to puke or cry…or both. My wife was a whore and she obviously was enjoying it.

CHAPTER THREE

Later that night I made my way home and slumped down on the couch in the den. I picked up a bottle of whiskey on the way and took a healthy slug of it. I had watched as the two men, Abe and the fat guy fucked my wife and when they finished with her Jan disappeared into another room.

A light came on through a small window further down and I assumed it was a bathroom. I crouched down beneath the window and waited. My instincts telling me to get the fuck out of there, and not to watch any more of my wife’s depravity, but I couldn’t leave.

It was a little while later that I heard a loud booming voice say, "Where my pretty pussy?"

I raised up and peeked in. Standing just inside the doorway was a large black man. He was very large, standing nearly seven feet tall and weighing nearly three hundred pounds. Not much looked to be fat. He was completely bald, his head shining in the light.

"She’s in the shower, Dog," Abe told the man. "Me and Duck has been fucking her hard for a couple of hours. We doubled up on her and she loved it." He and the man he called Dog, high fived.

"That’s good," Dog said with a rumbling laugh. "Too much fuckin’ ain’t no where enough for that little gal. Who got her ass?"

"I did," Abe said. "Nearly took the skin off of my cock. She’s tight, man."

"Yeah," Dog said, "Did I ever tell you boys about the first time I fucked her? Bitch passed out two or three times while I dicked her. She started out cryin’ and screamin’ for me to stop, but in just a few minutes she was cryin’ and screamin’ for me not to stop. Got to love a true slut, don’t ya?" He raise his voice, "Jan get your pretty ass out here and give me some sugar and some head. Your Daddy’s here for some lovin."

"Did you bring me something?" I heard Jan’s voice ask.

"I sure did," Dog said, laughing. "I brought you nine inches of hard cock and a quart of come. Get your ass out here and help yourself."

I watched in dismay as Jan came out of the bathroom. Naked and glowing pink from a hot shower. "Goody," she said running and leaping into the giant’s arms. They smooched for a long time.

"You boys can go on back to work now," Dog told Abe and Duck. "You’ve had all the pussy you going to get from this whore tonight. I got a couple friends that will finish fucking her after I get through pounding her gash."

It didn’t take Dog long to shed his clothes after the other two had departed. The big man picked my wife up and carried her to a king-size bed that I hadn’t noticed before. It was over against the far wall and I had to relocate some to see it. The big man carried her and threw her down on the bed hard enough to cause her to bounce. Jan was still laughing and giggling when he crammed his big cock into her. That immediately stopped her laughter.

The way they were laying I could see between their legs and I could see, even in the shadows, his giant cock piston in and out of her. Jan was apparently wet because he had no trouble getting into her or with fucking her. When he withdrew it looked like her pussy was being turned inside out.

Jan screamed out in delight several times while he fucked her. I wanted to run and keep on running, but I couldn’t make my legs move me away from the carnal, animalistic scene. My wife was being mercilessly fucked over and over again. It took over an hour for the big man to stop the pounding of my tiny wife.

When he rolled off of her Jan raised up and went down on his cock. From where I was watching his cock didn’t seem to be completely soft. Jan sucked and worshiped his cock and when it was back to full hardness again, she mounted him.

"Oh God, Daddy," she said, "I love your cock in me. I feel so full." She began to rise and fall on the black pole. She fucked him for about ten minutes, having several more orgasms while she did.

"Turn around and get my cock in your ass," Dog demanded. "I want some of that ass that had ol..." Abe so shook up over.

Jan got off of the man and got a tube of lube out of a night stand drawer. Apparently this wasn’t her first time here. She coated his cock with the lube and while raised over the man, guided his big cock to her puckered hole. As she eased down onto his glistening dick she made little cooing sounds.

"Oh shit," Jan said with a grunt. "Oh my God, Daddy! Ohhh, that feels so fucking good."

I was amazed at her words. Shit and fuck were words she never used. Something had changed my Jan so much.

She rode the man's cock for a while in that reversed position and then she suddenly got off and got back on facing him. "Now fuck me hard, Daddy," she said loudly. "give it to me. Come in my ass!" Dog did as she commanded bouncing her high as he did.

I don’t know how long I watched them. A couple of hours I guess. I was just about to leave when two other men showed up. One was black, like Dog and the other was a white man. Dog graciously gave my wife to them and they fucked her. One at a time then two at a time.

My wife seemed to like it all. Dog watched and offered suggestions to the men who fucked my Jan. Once he put his foot on the white man’s ass and shoved him further into Jan, causing her to scream with delight. They all laughed at that. They were still fucking her when I managed to drag myself away from the place.

CHAPTER FOUR

Now I was sitting alone in my den, heartsick and drunk. I was trying to think and plan what I was going to do but I was in no condition to think about anything. I’m not sure exactly when I passed out.

The next day, Sunday, was a lost day in my life. I woke up in the middle of the afternoon, still sitting on the couch in the den. I managed to get up and get to the shower.

As the hot water splashed on me I kept having vision of the debauchery I witnessed the night before. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

Later I was still hurting from the whiskey I had drank so I got a beer out of the frig and sat on the back porch. The beer helped so I had some more. I was still sitting on the porch when I heard Jan come home. I heard her rummaging around inside for a while and then she came out where I was.

"Hi honey," Jan said giving me a quick peck on the lips, "I’m home."

"So I see," I said, "Did you have a good trip?"

"So so," she said, "the usual, I guess."

"I guess you’re tired, huh?" I said. I was aware that the beer I had consumed was making my tough thick and my words were slurred.

"Yeah," she said. "A little. I see you spent the day drinking beer." There was a pile of empty cans around my chair. Jan sat down in a chair beside me.

"So," I said, "want to tell me about it?"

"What? The trip?" Jan said, yawning and stretching. "Boring stuff."

"No, not about the trip," I said. I turned so that I could see her face. "Tell me about Dog. Tell me all about Daddy." Her expression couldn’t have been more shocked if I had slapped her. She turned ghostly white then red and ducked her head. "Come on Jan," I said, "I want to hear about the Doghouse and about Duck and Abe, also. I don’t know who the others are or I would ask you to tell me about them, too. I just know it’s going to be a great story."

I was amazed at how calm I sounded, especially since my inside was churning. Jan didn’t say anything for a long time. She just sat looking at the floor. After a few minutes of silence I blurted out, "Dammit Jan talk to me. What the fuck happened to you... to us?"

Jan got to her feet and started for the door. "Later, Jack" she said. "I don’t want to talk about it right now. We’ll talk when you are in a better frame of mind. I’m going to bed now."

Better frame of mind? Was she kidding? What fucking frame of mind does one have to be in to discuss their wife being a whore for black men?

I managed to get to bed about two hours and another six pack later. Jan was asleep or pretended to be and I was careful not to wake her.

Monday morning I got up and got dressed without waking her and I left for work. Monday evening we were coldly polite with each other, but her conduct and her activities were not brought up. I think maybe I was afraid to discuss it by then. I suspected there were some things that I didn’t want to know. I wanted to know, but I didn’t want to know. I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, and Wednesday started out the same way. It changed when I got home. Jan was waiting on me when I walked in the door.

"Jack, honey, we have to talk," she said. "Come on in the den and sit down, please."

I followed her to the den and took a seat in the lounger. "Okay," I said, "Talk."

"I’m sorry," she said. "I’m sorry you found out the way you did. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for a couple of months, but I couldn’t find a way. How did you find out?"

"I’m not as stupid as you seem to think I am," I snapped. "I followed you a couple of times. Not all that complicated to figure out."

"I see," she said. "So now you know that I’ve been cheating on you. What now? Do you want a divorce? What?"

"I don’t know," I said. "I guess I want to know what happened to us? What did I do wrong?"

"Jack," Jan said softly. "You didn’t do anything wrong. At least not intentionally. We got over our head last year. We got behind on the house payment, the car payments…just about everything. You remember when you reinvested your pay back into your business for three or four months? It was then that things got real bad. Anyway I wasn’t making enough to cover the things we needed to pay. I happened to mention it to a girl I work with. Her name is Missy Ryan and she told me that she worked a couple of nights a week as an escort.

I know what you’re thinking. I did too, but Missy explained that it wasn’t a sex for hire company. It was a bona fide escort service. No sex. I tried it and she had told me the truth. I went out with several men over the next few weeks and I made some good money. Everything was going okay until a few weeks before Christmas. I went to a party with an old geezer and I guess I wasn’t much company for him. He asked me what was troubling me.

I had had a lot to drink so I told him I didn’t have enough money to by you a nice Christmas present. He listened to me and told me he knew a way for me to make some real big money. He told me that if I wanted to do some call-girl work he could fix it up for me. He gave me his business card.

I laughed, but I kept his card. He told me that I could make a quick two hundred by giving him a hand job. The bottom line was I gave him a blowjob for five hundred bucks. I blew him in the back of the limo on the way home. His name is Matthew Hollis. I don’t have any excuse except that I was drunk and broke and Christmas was right around the corner."

"So that’s how you were able to buy me that digital camera?" I said. "Hell, Jan, a blowjob in the back of a limo is a long leap from what I saw Saturday night."

"I need a drink," Jan said getting up and going to the bar in the corner. "yeah, you are right. It is a big leap from that to where I am now. Are you sure you want to hear this sordid tale?"

"I have to know," I said. "Get me a drink, too."

"Anyway after that distasteful episode I swore to myself I would never do anything like it again," she said and handed me a drink and sat back down. "I even stopped the escort business, but it didn’t last. We got right back into debt again this time even deeper. I knew that even with some really good tips I couldn’t make enough to bail us out this time. That was just after the first of the year when the engine blew up in your car and the furnace quit working."

"I asked around and somebody told me where I could borrow some money. I had already tried the banks and the finance companies. I suppose I gave them a good laugh. I found this hole in the wall place downtown and applied for a loan. I told them I needed ten thousand and they didn’t even bat an eye.

I had the money in less than ten minutes. I signed the papers and nearly ran out of the place. It was the easiest loan I ever heard of. I guess that should have told me something and I should have read the papers I signed. When I figured it out I realized that I was paying a thousand percent per week. I nearly died when I realized what I had done."

"Why didn’t you tell me," I said. "I didn’t have any idea we were that bad off."

"You had enough trouble," Jan said with a wave of her hand. "I couldn’t bring myself to give you anymore."

"But…well never mind. What happened then?" I asked.

"I found the card the Mister Hollis gave me. He an insurance man, and he has a big office downtown. He has a bunch of people working for him. I guess he’s a millionaire or something. Anyway I called him and told him who I was and that I’d like to talk about his proposal for extra work. He laughed and told me to come see him at his office after I got off from work. He’s a nice old guy and when I got there his staff had almost gone for the day. We went to his office on the top floor of the building."

"Dear Jan," he said, "I made a few calls and I think I have something for you." He sat me down and got me a drink. He sat down beside me on the couch. "Tell me more about this loan trouble you have gotten into." I told him about the loan I had made. When I finished he was shaking his head, "This is more serious than I thought. I’ll have to rethink this a bit."

"I need something soon," I told him. "I have a payment tomorrow and I don’t have enough." I was crying and he patted me on the thigh.

"Now don’t get yourself worked up," he said. "I’m sure we can workout something. The short term isn’t the problem. We need someone with some clout to get the loan shark off your back for good." He slowly rubbed my thigh. It dawned on me right at that very moment how he was going to work out my next loan payment.

"Oh well," Mister Hollis said, "I’ll think of something when I’m more relaxed. Do you want to help me relax, Jan?"

Jan had her head leaned back on the sofa, her eyes closed. I waited for her to continue.

"So I became a whore," she said as a matter of fact. "Mister Hollis laid it on the line for me. I stood up and took off my sweater and skirt. I was wearing that black thong and black bra with the gold flowers on it. You know, the one you bought. It sure made Hollis sit up and take notice.

I slowly took off the bra and let it fall to the floor. I slowly turned around so that my back was to him and ever so slowly slid the thong down. I looked back over my shoulder at Mister Hollis. I thought he was going to have a heart attack right there. I’ll have to say this for him. He’s a randy old goat. He took me right there on his couch."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked her.

"Yes and no," Jan answered after thinking about it for a while. "I didn’t come right then, but I enjoyed the absolute power I had over him for that short period of time. He was randy, but he didn’t last very long. At least not that time. When he got off, he had me sit on the couch and masturbate while he sat at his desk and made some calls.

That felt strange to me, but after a while I managed to get myself off. Hollis like it when I came. It apparently recharged his battery and he took me again. This time he lasted long enough so that I had a small orgasm." She paused and looked at me, "Honey, are you sure you want to hear this?"

I assured her that it was necessary for me to know so that I could understand. That was the truth, but for some perverse reason it excited me to hear her tell it.

"Mister Hollis gave me the cash to make the vig, as they call it, and a slip of paper with a name, phone number, and an address on it. I didn’t call the number on the paper the next day, but by the following day the desperation was back. I called and made an appointment to meet with a man named Dog at the Doghouse. I guess you know it’s a strip joint downtown."

Jan got to her feet, "I’ll fix dinner," she said. "If I sit here drinking, I’ll get hammered and I damned sure don’t need that right now. Come on into the kitchen and I’ll tell you some more of my stupidly."

CHAPTER FIVE

I followed her to the kitchen and she got busy putting together our dinner. She talked while she worked.

"I don’t remember what excuse I gave you for working late," Jan said, "but I went to the Doghouse after I got off work. I ask where I could find Mister Dog and the bartender laughed and told me to have a seat and he would tell Dog I was there. I waited for a few minutes when all of a sudden this giant was standing by my table."

"Hi Jan," he said to me, "Welcome to the Doghouse. I’m Dog. Come on back to my office." He took my hand and led me back through the crowed room to a back office.

"So tell me your story," he said motioning me to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

"I told him what I had gotten myself into. He listened until I finished. I could almost feel him staring at me as I spoke."

"I know your lender," he said slowly. "I can fix it but…" he let the but hang there for a long time.

"But what?" I asked.

"It’s going to cost me ten grand plus interest to get you clear. What’s in it for me?"

"I’ll pay you back," I said hurriedly, "Every penny of it."

"Yes you will," he said with a smile, "That goes without saying, but how do you propose to do that? Hollings can fix you up some, but that will be only chump change. How are you going to pay me back in a timely manner? You’ll have a fifteen grand debt and even with a legal amount of interest you’ll never get it done. So I ask you again, How are you going to pay me back?"