Prologue
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The squeals and screams echoed though the otherwise quiet room as Janet shook in orgasm. Her skin glistened with sweat and her abdominal muscles twitched and contracted in climax. The four men grouped around her were intent, focused on groping, rubbing, pinching, twitching, and stimulating every part of her body as she came. The dim overhead lights reflected softly off her body glistening with sweat as the men standing in a circle around her naked and restrained form had their way with her and made her respond to their unrelenting manual ministrations. I felt a hint of that old familiar jealous twinge in my gut when I watched the men touching and manhandling every inch of my naked and restrained wife, but by this point it had grown into an erotic sensation that kept my dick as hard as iron while my personal porn star came again for these men.
Part 1: History
Janet and I had been married for just over 6 years when the events of this story changed everything about our relationship. I had met Janet in college during my first year at the University of North Carolina, she and I sat next to each other in an economics class. She was a classic dark haired beauty but in an understated way. She had gorgeous facial structure with delicate features and long dark curly hair that was usually restrained in a ponytail that tended to hang in front of a shoulder when she was bent forward while writing or studying. She rarely wore makeup and didn't need it to look cute but was an absolute stunner when she did. Her body was slender but shapely with smaller breasts that were only very occasionally restrained in a bra, her nipples poking at the fabric of whatever shirt she was wearing. Due to our proximity in class we ended up in the same group for several projects and naturally began to study with each other. Our friendship blossomed but remained simply that for 2 years as we were on different degree programs and did not share a class after that Econ 101 class where we met. I was studying to be a mechanical engineer and she was a music major studying piano. We both lived in the dorms and had several mutual friends which kept us in similar social circles and we maintained our friendly relationship and talked to each other often either in group settings with friends or at parties where we found each other.
Janet had a very care free personality and was always relaxed and laughing with a perpetual smile on her face that made her quite popular with everyone she met and always the center of attention. I was a more buttoned down person who was not very comfortable at purely social events and often would stay off to the side or make excuses to leave them early when I did attend. My social discomfort seemed to dissipate when she was around, though, and her easy and friendly manner made me feel much more relaxed at those events when we were together.
Our relationship changed during our junior year. I was studying for some mid-term finals for my engineering program and was very stressed out. It was about 9:00 pm on a Saturday and I had been hard at it for hours. I was mentally exhausted and desperately in need of a break or a distraction when my phone beeped. I looked down at my phone and was excited to see Janet's name alongside the text notification. She asked if I was available to meet for a drink as she had finished her last test of the semester and wanted to celebrate but nobody was in the mood to host a party during the finals week. I immediately responded that I would love to meet up and was in desperate need of a break from studying. Within seconds of sending my text there was a knock at the door of my single occupancy dorm room to the rhythm of 'shave and a haircut, two bits', Janet's preferred knocking style. I quickly jumped up, opened the door, and stood agog at what I saw, unable to speak or move. Janet was thoroughly made up with her curly hair hanging loosely down past her shoulders. She was wearing a very tight fitting white halter style crop top and a plaid mini skirt of the style popularized by the classic "school girl" costume with a pair of strappy black sandals on her feet. As I stared with mouth agape and still unable to form a single word, she flashed a toothy mile-wide smile at me and held up a bottle of Gran Centanario Azul tequila. Then, before I could even form a coherent thought, she brushed straight in past me leaving me alone standing at the door like an idiot.
"Close the door already you goofball," She called over her shoulder as she was clearing a spot on my desk to put the bottle of tequila down, "I'm inside now."
"Ummm, wha? Oh, yeah sorry." I stammered as I shut the door, trying desperately to get my train of thought out of the station. "What is happening right now?"
In answer she just produced two shot glasses from her bag, held them up and smiled again at me.
"Well, we are celebrating, and you are going to relax for a bit." She said, glancing sideways at the piles of text books, notes, and study guides now piled haphazardly to one side of my desk. "Looks like you need it worse than I thought."
"Umm... Okay.... Wait, what are we celebrating and why are you dressed up?" I was still totally confused about what was happening and completely off balance.
"I rocked all my tests and recitals, totally fucking rocked them," She announced with no small measure of pride in her voice, "and now we are going to celebrate."
"Umm, okay. Sounds good and uh, congratulations I guess." I stammered.
"Are you going to start everything you say with 'umm', or are you going to get a grip on yourself and take a shot with me?" Her eyes twinkled with mirth and her infectious smile still beamed across her face. I looked at her and then at the bottle on the desk with two shot glasses and began to smile and relax, a tequila break sounded really great right then.
"I'm definitely going to take a shot with milady." I announced with mock formality and began pouring two shots of the brown liquid.
We downed the shots, dang that Azul was some smooth tequila, and I began to get a grip on my senses again. I drug out the two beanbags I kept under the bed for company and we both plopped down into them facing each other next to the desk. We joked and laughed together as we had for the last 2 years we had known each other and gradually I began to forget about academics and up upcoming tests. The tequila flowed that night and we both started to become rather intoxicated, I noticed that I was starting to have a little trouble enunciating words correctly and could tell that she was as well. My head buzzed with the alcohol and the sudden realization that her nipples were super hard and straining against the thin fabric of her top. The more I stared, the harder they seemed to become and I could tell the color difference between the areola and her breast. I was in the middle of trying to figure out if my staring could somehow cause the physiological reaction of a nipple getting harder and by what path that could possibly happen when my buzzing head and train of thought was interrupted by the realization that she was calling my name out loud.
"Tony.... Tony..... Tony, hello, Earth to Tony, come in please." Her tone was playfully mocking and I broke out of my drunk nipple trance to realize I had been silently staring at her boobs for some time with total concentration.
"Oh crap, sorry," I said returning my eyes to her face, my face beginning to burn with the blush of embarrassment that I had just been caught overtly staring at my friend's boobs. Attempting to downplay my humiliation I stammered "Not sure what happened, kinda drifted off there."
"No you didn't, you were staring at my nipples." She stated rather matter-of-factly. My heart dropped into my stomach. Oh God, what did I just do??!!
"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to, I haven't drank in a long time and its sort of getting to me." I said in a weak defense of my obvious poor manners.
"I don't mind," she said, her eyes twinkling, "you can stare at them."