The Full Story Of Janet

Thomas didn't really know his first wife. Mistakes were made and Karma never forgets.

This is a work of fiction.

All sex is between consenting adults.

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Janet Ledford was a pretty 21-year-old girl when I first met her back in 1974. She was 5'8" tall and had brown eyes and hair. She wore her hair straight and it fell to her breasts. In spite of being a little overweight, she liked to dress provocatively. She often wore band aids in stead of her 36C bra. Mini skirts were popular back then and Janet had been sent home at least once to change into something "more appropriate". I would describe Janet's personality as vibrant and outgoing.

Oh, I'm Thomas Seabring. I was 24 when I met Janet. I had short brown hair and eyes. I was a slim 6'2" back then. Unlike Janet, I was, well still am, introverted, strait-laced, and self-restrained. I had only been in town for three months, hadn't met many people, and was not dating anyone regularly.

Janet and I were thrown together almost every day. Conversation was easy, flirtatious, and at times filled with sexual overtones. On the day I was planning to ask her out, I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring. I had never seen the ring before, and I should have backed away right then. But I didn't.

"I was about to ask you out. I didn't realize you are married."

"That would have been nice. But yes, I have been married for two years." She replied.

"I have never noticed you wearing your ring."

"I don't wear it often. I have gained a bit of weight since I got married and my finger swells. Gary, noticed I wasn't wearing it this morning, so I had to put it on."

We got back to work but I felt there was now a barrier between us. Things felt a little off, our usual banter was awkward. We finished up and returned to our own desks.

The next day, Janet ran into me in the break room and said "We needed to talk and clear the air."

I agreed. She handed me a piece of paper and left.

Back at my desk, I opened the note and read the it. She asked me to meet her at Clyde's, a local bugger joint that evening at 8:30. She'd be in a blue Chevy Impala with another woman. We could talk in the back seat. She didn't want to lose me as a friend.

I debated the rest of the day whether to meet her or not. I had enjoyed working with Janet and it seemed a shame to end that just because she was married. After all, nothing had happened and now that I knew she was married, nothing would.

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When I got there, I found two women sitting in an Impala at the back of the parking lot. Janet was one of them. The other woman was a good bit older, probably in her 50s.

I pulled into the parking space next to them not knowing what to expect.

Janet got out, opened my door "Let's sit in the back seat of my car, it's darker there."

I got out of my car as she slid into the back seat of her car. I followed her in.

"Thomas, this is Margaret. She came with me so Gary wouldn't be suspicious. Mom, this is Thomas."

"Hi, Margaret. Good to meet you." The words were hardly out of my mouth before Janet had her tongue down my throat.

Margaret said. "You two go ahead and do what you need to. Ignore me."

My hands found Janet's breasts while our tongues battled. We made out for the next half hour until Margaret said. Janet, we've got another stop to make."

Janet released me and said "I really enjoyed that. I hope we can still be friends at work."

I agreed without pointing out we hadn't discussed anything.

Janet and I got out of the car. She hugged me, got back in her car, and they were gone.

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The next several days I felt guilty about making out with a married woman and again managed to avoid having to work with Janet.

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Tuesday the following week, I stopped on the way home and picked up a pizza. I put the pizza on the kitchen counter but hadn't opened the box when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Janet standing there fidgeting. "Can I come in?"

I opened the door wider, she rushed through it and closed it quickly behind her.

Startled, I asked. "What's the rush?"

"I parked down the street and didn't want to be seen coming in here."

"Who are you worried might see you?"

"Gary is just a petty little man. He's jealous and asked some of his friends to follow me. I think I lost them."

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

"You've been avoiding me at work. I want to know why."

"Umm, because you're married. And I have feelings for you."

"So what? We worked together before you found out. I was married then too."

I added. "And I guess I felt guilty about what we did the other night."

"You shouldn't feel guilty we just had some fun."

Blushing, I said. "I was starting to think of you as my girlfriend. Even though I know we never talked about it."

"I feel the same way. Look, pizza smells good. Do you have enough to share?"

"Yeah, I always get a large so I can have leftovers. What would you like to drink with it?"

"Got a beer? What kind of pizza is it?"

"Pepperoni, mushroom, black olive, and anchovy."

"Oh, I'll just pick the anchovies off my pieces." She paused before asking. "You know what they say about people who like anchovies don't you?"

"No, what?" I asked.

"They also like the taste of pussy."

"Guilty." I blushed.

"We'll see."

As we ate the pizza, I changed the subject. "Why is your husband having you followed?"

"Well, Margaret kind of got caught last night. After we left you, we visited her boyfriend. Unfortunately, one of her husband's friends saw us going into the house and told Gary's dad."

I asked. "Why would Gary or his dad care about who your mom is seeing?"

"Margaret is Gary's mom, not mine. I just call her mom. Anyway, when she got confronted, she kind of let it slip we were covering for each other. You see, she has been seeing her boyfriend for months. I had been going with her so everyone would think we were out shopping together. Last week when I told her about our issue at work, she said she'd cover for me so I could see you."

"That really sounds like a dangerous game."

It didn't take long to finish the pizza.

Once finished, Janet asked to see the apartment. In the bedroom, she began shedding her clothes. "I love a water bed." She said, lying down on her back and spreading her legs. "Come show me how good you are at eating pussy."

In seconds, I was between her legs sucking on her clit. She pulled my face harder against herself when I inserted my tongue into her. When she had her first orgasm, cumming loudly, she pulled me up her body, allowing me to pause to suck and nibble each of her hard, puckered nipples.

When I reached her lips, she reached between our bodies and pulled my very erect penis against her vagina. Wanting to savor the moment, I pressed forward slowly. Demonstrating her need, she gripped my buttocks, pulling me forward until I was fully inside her. I began long, full strokes, pulling almost out then pushing all the way in, bumping her cervix, over and over. Each time I touched her cervix, she spasmed. As our excitement built, my strokes came faster and harder. Her ankles locked behind my butt, pulling me onward, harder and faster. I could feel my balls tightening as I approached orgasm. Janet scratched my back and screamed her orgasm as I pumped my first load of sperm into her. We stayed pressed together until our orgasms passed.

I slid off, my softening cock pulling out of her. We lay there on the undulating water bed as our breathing returned to normal. We turned toward each other and shared a long, deep, intimate kiss.

We showered together, taking turns soaping and rinsing each other. By the time I was rinsed, my penis was beginning to show life again. She knelt and pulled me into her mouth. She made a determined effort, but I couldn't manage a second orgasm that soon.

When she came out of the bathroom, I was waiting for her on the bed, but she picked up her clothes and began dressing.

Surprised, I said. "You have to go so soon?"

"Yes, I'll be expected." She looked at the clock. "In fact, I may already be in trouble."

She kissed me one last time before opening the door and rushing out.

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Janet was out of work the next two days. She didn't call. I realized I had no idea how to get hold of her to check up on her. I didn't know where she lived, and I couldn't find a phone listed in her or her husband's name.

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Thursday night (actually Friday morning) I was awakened at 3:30 AM by the doorbell ringing frantically. The ringing of the bell was punctuated by vigorous pounding on the door. Through the peephole, I could see two women. I recognized one as Janet although she had a hood pulled low over her face. I didn't recognize the other woman. Janet was looking around fearfully.

I opened the door. Janet nearly knocked me down rushing inside. The other woman entered in less of a hurry.

"Sorry Thomas. I didn't know where else I could go. I left my car at Theresa's apartment, and she brought me here so no one would be able to find me."

"What happened?"

"Gary knows I cheated on him. He lost his temper and hit me. I hit the floor, and he kicked me in the abdomen. He bent over me to hit me again and I kicked him in the balls. I escaped before he could recover."

She tilted her head back and for the first time, I could see she had a swollen black eye and bruised cheek.

"I wanted to come straight here, but I didn't want to leave a trail leading here. Gary doesn't know Theresa so I went to Theresa's and convinced her to bring me here. By the way, Thomas, this is Theresa. Theresa, this is Thomas."

Theresa and I exchanged nods.

I said. "Janet, I'm so sorry. I feel guilty for getting you hurt. You need to go to the hospital to be checked out."

"No, they'd want to report this to the police."

"Yeah, that would be a good thing. The police frown on domestic violence. Gary would probably spend a night in jail to cool off."

"No, I can't do that. The police might arrest him. But his family would still come after me."

"OK then, what can I do to help?"

"You can let me stay here at least for a while. Tomorrow, I'll find a lawyer and get started on a divorce."

"Of course you can stay here. I can take you to Theresa's to get your car tomorrow."

A relieved Theresa said "In that case, I'd best get back home."

With that, Theresa left.

Janet hugged me for a long time. I could feel the tension leaving her body.

"Can I get a shower before we go to bed? I feel filthy. And would it be OK if I wash my clothes? I didn't grab anything as I was leaving."

"Sure. Let me have what you want washed. I'll get a load started. You know where everything is in the bathroom."

She stripped right there in the living room, handing me her jeans, T-shirt, and thong. "Just wash them all together."

I watched her pretty ass vanish into my bedroom and heard the shower start.

I was laying naked on the bed sporting a big erection a few minutes later when she exited the bathroom drying her hair with a towel.

"You're awfully confident." She said with a big grin. She walked to the bed looking down at me. "Are you expecting me to pay rent with my body?"

"No expectation, only hope." I responded with a wink.

I grabbed her, pulling her down on top of me. She landed, as expected with my cock between her legs. She pushed herself into a kneeling position and, grabbing my cock, started rubbing the tip of my cock back and forth between her lower lips. As good as this felt, I wanted inside and started raising my hips to achieve my goal. She would have none of that and kept a firm grip on my penis. I could feel her lubrication working its way between her fingers and knew she was wet with the same anticipation I felt.

She said "Be still, let me do the work."

I relaxed. She raised her hips and inserted the tip of my cock in her vagina. Placing her hands on my chest, she lowered herself onto my very rigid penis, pausing and squirming occasionally to spread her lubrication. She took her time, and her technique was having the desired effect of driving me crazy. She increased the pace. Each time my penis hit her cervix, she'd let out an "oh" and then as she lifted away there was an "ahh". The combination of sounds reminded me of a steam locomotive, accelerating.

I reached up to twist and pull her nipples. Her body convulsed losing all coordination and she collapsed onto my chest as her first orgasm took her. "Ohhhhhh GODDDDD! Soooo gooooooddddd." She managed to force out.

"Hug my neck." I whispered in her ear as I grabbed her butt. I managed to roll us over onto her back and miracle of miracles managed to stay embedded in her. I picked up where she had left off. Soon she was having another orgasm, and I came while her vagina was still twitching.

Before dawn we discovered a water bed was not a good place for doggy but the bedside chair made a very satisfying substitute with Janet kneeling on the seat and leaning over the back and me standing between her legs. I could penetrate her and reach forward to massage her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples occasionally. Janet loved this position. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back against my hard thrusts. She came hard, arching her back when I pulled her nipples while pounding into her as hard as I could.

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Janet made several calls finally getting an appointment with a lawyer for this afternoon.

We got dressed and I ran Janet over to Theresa's to pick up her car.

The plan had been for Janet to call when she got back to Theresa's, and I'd pick her up. So, I was surprised when Janet showed up at my door.

She greeted me with a big hug and kiss.

We snuggled on the couch while she told me about her visit with the lawyer.

The lawyer had taken pictures of her face and black eye and was using this to help fast track a restraining order to keep Gary away.

The divorce paperwork, listing irreconcilable differences, will be filed and Gary served next week. However, the divorce would take a minimum of nine months, assuming Gary didn't fight it.

The bad news was she needed to find somewhere to live. I volunteered she could stay here but the lawyer had strongly recommended she not stay with me. He also recommended she be discrete about being seen with me. The lawyer recommended she find a married or female friend she could stay with until the divorce was final.

Janet called Theresa to see if she could stay there but unfortunately, that wasn't going to work.

She called another friend, Linda Westmoreland, who shared an apartment with another girl. They would be glad to add another roommate to share expenses. She could move in, any time.

Janet planned to go home after Gary left for work, pick up her clothes and personal items, and take them to Linda's apartment. I offered to help but, as expected, Janet turned down my offer to help saying Linda volunteered to help. And if any of Gary's family saw her moving out it would be better if I wasn't there.

Everything went according to plan and Janet was soon settled in her new apartment.

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Everything was quiet for the next week. We should have felt the storm brewing but we were just happy to not hear anything.

I visited Janet regularly at her apartment and got to know Linda, her boyfriend, and Samantha Jones, the third roommate. Where Linda seemed to be quiet, Samantha was a flirtatious, blue-eyed, blond with a taste for fun and, I suspected, trouble.

Janet and I would spend evenings at her apartment. Then, three or four nights a week, we would go to my apartment for more privacy.

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Gary was served the divorce papers Friday. Janet heard nothing from him, which surprised both of us.

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Tuesday morning after Gary had been served, I got to work, Janet called. (This was not unusual since we were back to working together fairly regularly.)

I could tell she was furious when she started right in. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT ASSHOLE DID LAST NIGHT?"

"No, what?"

"HE PUT MY CAR UP ON BLOCKS AND STOLE MY WHEELS!"

"Are you sure it was him?"

"Yes, he left a note saying he would give them back when I canceled the divorce."

"Have you called the police yet?"

"No. I tried calling him but he's not answering. Can you come pick me up and give me a lift to work? Hang on."

I could hear a muffled conversation in the background but couldn't make out anything.

"Never mind." Janet said. "Samantha is ready to leave, and she'll drop me off. Then I can ride home with you. OK?"

"Sure. See you soon."

"Love you." And she was gone.

There, she'd said what I too was feeling.

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I didn't see Janet until she poked her head into my cubicle at the end of the day. "Are you ready?"

"Yes. Have you heard anything from Gary?"

"Yep. I'll tell you in the car.

Once we were in the car, Janet told me about her conversation with Gary.

"I'm glad Samantha brought me to work. I think Gary was watching the apartment because I wasn't at my desk for more than 15 minutes when he called. I could hear traffic noise in the background so he must have called from a phone booth."

"I think he wanted to talk to me at work, knowing I would have to control my temper and assuming you wouldn't be able to overhear the conversation."

"He wants me to come back to him. He said he forgives me for cheating on him and he's sorry he hit me. I told him after he hit me I wasn't going to come back. We argued quietly about that for a while. He accused me of being a gold-digger and trading up. I told him we had never discussed a relationship beyond the help you're giving me now. Finally, I think he accepts the divorce is going to happen. He agreed to sign the papers and send them back to the lawyer. I thanked him and told him I expected him to return my wheels. At first he was adamant my return was the condition for the return of the wheels. But I reminded him of the protection order and threatened to report the theft to the police. That got him. He said they'd be back on the car before I got home."

"Wow" I said. "Sounds like you got everything you wanted."

"So far. I hope he doesn't cause any more trouble."

In this case Gary was true to his word. When we got to her apartment, the wheels were on the car. There was another note on the windshield.

Dear Janet,

I still love you, so I won't bother you anymore. If you get tired of your new fellow, come back home.

Love,

Gary

That was the last we ever heard from Gary. He didn't even show up for the divorce hearing.

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When spring rolled around, Janet, Linda, and Samantha planned a trip to Panama City Beach, Florida for spring break. I was explicitly NOT invited. It was to be a week-long girl's night out. While not happy about this, I was not in a position to object. While Janet and I had not even discussed what would happen once her divorce was final, I was making plans to propose as soon as her divorce was final.

I helped the three of them load Linda's car. They seemed to be carrying more than a week on the beach would justify. Once the car was loaded, I got a really hot goodbye hug and kiss from Janet which amused Janet's roommates and had them snickering like teenagers.

"Have a good trip. I'm going to miss you and can't wait for you to get back." I said.

"I'll miss you too." Janet replied then whispered in my ear. "I have a surprise for you when I get back."

Samantha said. "Don't worry about us, we'll have plenty of fun."

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A week later, I was cleaning up the apartment in anticipation of Janet's return. The noise of the vacuum cleaner must have prevented my hearing Janet's entry (yes, she had a key). When I turned around, there stood a tanned and naked Janet.

It was obvious she had been wearing what could only have been the briefest bikini imaginable. Her breasts were sporting white vertical lines barely wide enough to cover her areolae. Her pussy was completely bare and just the lips remained untanned. No string lines were visible top or bottom, suggesting dental floss may have been the binding agent.