Before you read Part II, you should read Part I of this story if you have not. This is the story of a professional couple that, after ten years of marriage, realized that their sex life had become boring. The husband suggested a game where each of them would take a turn obeying the other for one week. The winner would be judged by how often they used a "safe" word. However, the husband had an ulterior motive; he wanted to see his wife with other men. The wife also had an ulterior motive. She bargained that if she won the contest, he would agree to let them have a baby a year earlier than planned. She played the game well, never using the "safe" word. Tim concedes the contest when he realizes that he had accomplished what he wanted. He knew that he had won the game. However, now that Janice has a taste of the forbidden, she finds it difficult to control her lust. Tim is more than willing to go along although he is a little concerned about the eventual outcome. As the story progresses, they both become more comfortable with the lifestyle and find that they have fallen even more deeply in love.
Prolog
During the week in which Tim's wife obeyed him, he had seen his normally prudish wife blossom into the woman of his dreams. His fantasy of seeing her in sexual situations with other men excited him more than he even imagined it would. He couldn't explain why watching his wife make love to another man turned him on so much. While he knew that it was wrong and against every moral code, he also knew that he couldn't stop. However, along with his excitement, there is a strange feeling that he was finding difficult to define. It is almost a feeling of jealousy, but without the anger that he would have expected. Instead, in his stomach there are butterflies of excitement, churning restlessly, and making him shiver with desire. Yet, his brain screamed for him to stop it, to take her back and possess her himself. His paradox is that this strange emotion drives his excitement to even greater heights.
For Janice, the week was a turning point in her life. It was the discovery of inner desires, long suppressed. Her overbearing and strict parents had drummed into her that sex for pleasure was a sin. They made her believe that sexual relations were for one thing--making babies! Now, she had discovered a sexual person deep inside that was rapidly becoming insatiable and demanding satisfaction. The intensity of her desire almost frightened her, yet it continued to grow. The "Genie" had been let out of the bottle.
Chapter 1
A month or so later...
When Janice walked into her classroom on Monday morning, the normally noisy room grew quiet. She could feel the eyes of her 80 plus students following her. She smiled to herself as she walked to the podium, her naked thighs, above her thigh high nylons, touched sensuously and her nipples rubbed against the silk of her blouse. Suddenly, she was happy that Tim had finally convinced her to change the way she dressed for work.
As she stood in front of the crowed room, she felt a little thrill run through her at the thought that she was practically naked under her short skirt and low cut blouse. Her nipples grew hard and a tremor ran through her as she looked out at the class. It was so exciting to see the eyes of the young boys, and yes girls, focused on her thinly covered breasts. Little tingles of electricity were coursing through her groin. While she knew that her dress was inappropriate, the excitement coursing through her overshadowed her doubts.
"All right class, let's get started," Janice called out to the quiet room. She lectured for fifteen minutes or so then gave the class an assignment. As they worked, she walked around the room, stopping to look over the shoulders of the students to make sure that they were on the right track. When she saw someone struggling, she would lean over him or her to help. She could feel their eyes looking down her blouse. She knew that by the time the class was over, she was going to have to go to the bathroom and masturbate.
Several of the boys made it obvious where they were looking. In fact, some of the girls also looked. While she knew what the boys wanted, she wasn't sure about the girls. Was it envy or was it lust? she wondered. It surprised her that one of the girls accidentally (on purpose?) touched her breast with her forearm as she leaned close. What surprised her even more was that she pressed back, making it obvious that the touch was welcomed.
As Janice drove home that afternoon, she could feel her swollen sex lips throbbing between her legs. She rubbed them together unconsciously, squeezing the large lips in a vise between her thighs. Unfortunately, her day had been too busy to take the time to pleasure herself and now, she desperately needed relief.
When Janice approached the entrance to the expressway, she drove past it accidentally, her thoughts consumed in a sensual daydream. Before she realized it, she was on the street where Tim had taken her to the movie. Excitement rippled through her when she looked up and saw the flashing lights of the porn theater. On the marquee, in big letters, was the title "Brazen Slut Wives." As if some unknown force were pulling her, she turned into the parking lot and parked the car. She sat for a second, wondering what she was doing. Then, she got out of the car on shaky legs and walked around to the front of the theater, looking with concern at the rundown neighborhood. She quickly paid the attendant and waited for what seemed like a very long time for the little old man to produce her ticket. As she stood nervously at the booth, she looked behind her like a criminal watching for the cops. Then, with a ticket in her shaking hand, she walked into the grand lobby. She moved quickly past the concession stand, and into the dark theater, relieved to be out of the lobby.
As Janice's eyes adjusted to the dark, she walked slowly down the isles. The movie was already playing. She looked up and gasped when she saw what was on the screen. In bigger than life form, a woman was sucking on a man's penis, taking it all the way down her throat until the balls slapped her chin.
Janice stopped and stood frozen in the middle of the isle. She watched until the guy pulled an incredibly long penis from the girl's mouth and shot his cum all over her face. She shivered and watched as his goo dripped from the girls smiling face. Then, suddenly she realized she was standing in the isle staring at the screen and turned back to the darkened theater.
When Janice's eyes had adjusted from the bright light of the screen, she could see that there were ten or twelve men scattered around the theater, slumped down in their chairs. She found a seat in an empty row in the middle of the theater and slumped down herself, hoping vainly that she would be unnoticed by the other patrons.
This was totally insane, she told herself repeatedly. She must be nuts to drive into this section of town, let alone coming into a porn theater by herself. Still, her heart thumped with excitement as she stared at the big screen.
Janice relaxed a little in the relative security of her seat and watched the movie. The dialogue was inane but the point of the story was clear; there were men that liked to watch their wives have sex with others. It occurred to Janice that if they were making movies about that kind of relationships, it couldn't be that unusual. She almost smiled as she watched scene after scene depicting every sexual perversion imaginable. Her excitement was growing by the second. She watched in fascination as two men screwed a small blond girl, with both of their penises in her vagina at the same time. That's not even possible, she thought as her hand moved unconsciously to one thinly covered breast. Her nipple responded immediately and became hard under her fingers. She stared transfixed at the screen, unaware that two men had moved to her row, several seats away on either side. When she finally noticed the movement, she looked both ways in fear and felt trapped. For a moment, she thought of screaming but when they made no move to get closer, she relaxed a little, her eyes drawn back to the screen.
Now a black man was pounding into a pretty white woman's ass as the woman's husband sat in a chair watching.
Janice felt her pulse quicken as she watched the giant penis stretch the young woman. Although it looked like the girl should be in pain, she smiled and pressed her ass back at the large black shaft.
A few seconds later Janice looked to each side again. This time she gasped; both of the men had their penises out and were stroking them. Her eyes opened wide in amazement at their audacity. Suddenly, she realized that they could see her looking at them. However, when they made no move to get closer, Janice realized that this was a game that they were playing. She guessed that if she made any motion to them, they would move closer.
Janice sat rigidly, her hands on the arms of the chair. Her breathing grew rapid as she alternately watched the screen and the two men. As the minutes passed, Janice relaxed and a little smile came to her lips as a naughty thought crossed her mind. Her vagina throbbed almost painfully between her thighs.
Ignoring all of her rational senses, Janice reached up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her nervous fingers fumbled with each button. She groaned excitedly when the last button was undone and the blouse hung open, held together only by her hard nipples. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her temples. She felt a trickle of sweat roll down between her breasts.
Again, her rational mind screamed at her to stop this insanity. Finally, she gave in to her excitement, took a deep breath, and pulled the blouse to the sides, freeing both breasts. The cool air on her chest gave her goose bumps and made a little shiver run through her. Now, she could see other men in the theater moving so that they could get a better look at her.
In an incredible display of wantonness, Janice lifted her feet to the seat in front of her and spread her legs, her skirt falling to her hips, exposing her shaved vagina. One hand began to pinch an already hard nipple and the other went between her thighs. She moaned in excitement and shook with fear as the patrons of the theater gathered around her, still staying several seats away. Her eyes were wide with amazement as she pretended to watch the movie. However, she could see everything going on around her. Within seconds, each man had his penis out and was stroking it in an obscene fashion. She could feel their eyes on her private parts. They're watching me masturbate, she thought excitedly as her fingers began to make sucking noises between her legs.
Suddenly, there was no pretense of anyone watching the movie any longer. The large theater filled with quiet groans from the men and the slapping sounds of hands on penises.
Janice couldn't believe what she was doing. Yet, here she was, a college professor and wife, in a dirty theater, masturbating while a bunch of perverts watched. Who's the pervert? she thought. She felt like such a slut. Her mind screamed for her to stop this craziness but her fingers wouldn't listen.
Her fingers moved rapidly in and out of her sloppy hole as her eyes traveled from one pulsing penis to another. She no longer tried to hide the fact that she knew what they were doing. Her eyes scanned the dark room, watching hands moving rapidly on throbbing organs. Never once did she look at the faces of the men. Her whole world consisted of her fingers and the throbbing penises pointed at her.
The penises were all shapes and sizes, some large and some small. There were eight white and two black men. Janice had never seen a black penis in real life, until this moment. She shivered at the thought of her proper southern mother finding out that she had watched men masturbate.
