I have had several requests through the comments section and via E-Mail for more Janet stories. My wife and I will co-write this story, as she is really getting into it. I hope we are able to please those who asked for more and also, those who are new to our stories. Anyone not wanting to hear about more of Janet's interracial escapades, should probably look for another story to read. I wish to thank in advance, fans of Janet.
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After my trip to Vegas, to pick up Janet from Ron's place we went home. After what happened, she was not the woman I knew before our trip. She was moody, our sex life suffered. We never made love anymore. All we did was fuck. She was like a woman possessed. This was great, but it wore thin after awhile. There was no love in our coupling, just animal lust.
After a few months of this I confronted her about what was wrong with her. She told me that things would get better now that she had worked out her problems.
She never came home from work the next day. I called he cell, but it went to voicemail. Several more calls, same results.
Little did I know that at that very moment, Janet was departing a flight from Reno to Las Vegas and falling into the arms of Ron, her new lover.
Janet's new life.
"Oh, Ron, I have missed you these last months. I want to stay with you. I need that big black beautiful cock of yours. I haven't had a good fuck since I left here. My husband just doesn't get the job done, since that night, with you and the rest of those black guys."
Ron sat down on the edge of the bed and I pulled his pants off. He wasn't wearing underwear and that magnificent black cock sprung loose and I was on it in a second.
I licked it, ran my lips up and down it's steely length, cupping his balls in my hand and lightly rolling them in my palm. They were heavy and I know that the load I would be swallowing soon was more than my husband could provide in a half dozen climaxes.
He grabbed me by my head and moved my willing mouth up to the blunt head and told me to suck it.
"Yah, slut, you been needing that black cock, haven't you.?" He was right, there was nothing on earth I wanted more right now than to please this hard bodied, big black cock stud.
I took as much as I could into my slutty mouth. He kept pushing my head down and telling me to relax and breath through my nose.
"It's about time you learned how to properly pleasure a black man. A good skill to have, for a slut, that can't get enough black meat."
He was right. I had to learn to deep throat his big black cock. I knew it would be necessary if I wanted to keep him.
As he slowly began to fuck my mouth, I found myself able to relax enough to take the head into the beginning of my throat. I gagged a little, he pulled me back and I pushed down on my own. I had to do this several times until that spongy, blunt head slipped right into my throat, followed by a couple more inches.
That big cock felt right at home in there. I swallowed the best I could and a little more slid down my precum bathed throat. He took my hand and put it to my throat. I could feel the lump from his cock in my throat.
"Keep that up, slut, I'll fill your belly up, so you won't need dinner tonight."
I felt his swollen cock pulse and expand in my throat completely cutting off my air. I knew he was injecting my gut with his thick cum. I felt him pulling back and cumming until he had just the head of his cock in my mouth. He finished up there, filling my mouth. I was where I belonged. Giving pleasure to a big black cock.
After dumping his load of cum into my oral cavity, he had me continue sucking and licking his black rod, until it was once again rock hard.
"Fuck me Ron, I need that massive meat pounding my cock hungry pussy. Make me yours, baby, take me in all of my holes."
"Get out of those clothes. From now on you be naked, in this house, unless I say otherwise."
"Yes, Ron." I stripped and stood in front of him, as he appraised me.
"I'm gonna have my sister take you under her wing and work on that body. You may be 55 but by the time she gets done with you, you will look 35. I want my married white slut, looking good. Now get over here."
I'm finding, I like being told what to do. He got up as I walked toward him, got behind me and lifted one of my legs up and placed it on the chair. In this position, I was wide open and dripping in anticipation of the stand up fuck I was about to get. This was a new position for me.
I looked down and he was stroking that virile black cock. He stepped up, squatted down a little and pushed the spongy head of his cock into my wet pussylips. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pushed down as his black cock penetrated my pussy. It had been several months since I had anything that big in me. I screamed but he kept on until I felt his pubic hair against my ass. It was still hurting but I was proud to have taken the whole nine very thick inches.
There was nothing easy about the next ten minutes or so. He battered my cunt with long, hard, deep strokes. That big cock head was hitting me just right and I started pushing down as he pushed up, starting the first of many orgasms to be achieved with Ron.
Spread wide open like I was, as I went higher and higher, my juices, were running down my leg and when I went over the top. I squirted all over that black pile-driver. I felt him start to enlarge deep inside me and knew I was gonna get another hot black sperm injections. He did not disappoint, as I was coming down off my orgasm. He started his, I felt him cum deep, right against my cervix. As he continued to cum, it started to run out of my overstuffed cunt and run down my leg. Once again I realized that this was where I belonged. Impaled on a big black cock.
The next day, Ron's sister, Theresa, took me clothes shopping. I picked out all kinds of sexy dresses, skirts and blouses and only the briefest of lingerie and only the highest of heels. The bill came to well over $800.00.
I gave the clerk my credit card and she told me it was rejected. I tried the other two and my ATM card and all rejected. Paul had obviously cancelled all our credit cards and must have closed our bank account.
What could I do, I had no money and no way to get any. Theresa said not to worry she would pay for it and Ron could pay her back.
I tried to call Paul, but both his cell and our home phone number were no longer in service. I called his shop and his secretary told me he was refusing all calls from me and if I called to tell me, to contact Richard. He was our attorney.
He told me Paul wanted to verify where I was. Either with Ron or Damian, so he could send the key to the storage locker where my stuff was being moved to. Also, a restraining order against me. Not to come within a hundred yards of our home or his business. Richard told me he would send it general delivery to the zip code I gave him. I told him I was with Ron and asked Theresa for the zip code.
It came home to me, in a rush, that my marriage and my way of life back in Reno were over. I had stepped way over the line and could never step back.
For the next several weeks, Theresa worked me hard for at least two hours a day in the fitness center and then in the evening we went for a jog. I was losing weight, trimming down and gaining some muscle. I lay out in the sun in our back yard, naked, except for a thong. Ron liked the lily white contrast between my laser bare pussy and the rest of my tanned body.
I had been getting facials and body wraps on a regular basis. My hair had been lightened and highlighted.
