Things had been rough the past few months, what with Joe's company filing for reorganization and the threat of him being unemployed and the pressures at home that it created. All we seemed to do is fight and it was tearing us apart. It was a welcome intrusion when Janet called and asked me to go out for a girl's night out. Joe acted so glad to get rid of me and Janet said that Rob was all for it.
I knew that Rob was cheating on her and so did she, but she had a comfortable lifestyle and didn't let on that she knew. We made plans to go out Friday night and she would pick me up around 6. Joe hadn't come home from work when Janet arrived and I left him a note. He knew about the night out and I just told him that I didn't know when we would be home and not to wait up. I put on my jeans and a knit top and put on a little make up and some perfume. Janet showed up promptly at 6 and we talked for a few minutes and then left. "Where are we going?" I asked her. "You leave it all up to me Robin, I have it all planned out." We went to the Outback for dinner and had a couple of drinks afterwards.
After dinner we headed back to her car and I had to admit that I was feeling much better after the drinks. Janet got on the interstate and I asked her where we were going. "I told you Robin, to leave it all up to me," was all she said. Soon we were leaving the city and I decided to leave it all in her hands.
A half hour later, we pulled up in front of a bar somewhere out in the boonies. We got out and went in, it was a slightly run down place poorly lit and decorated as well. We were shown to a table where we promptly ordered drinks. Soon a spot light came on and our attention was drawn to a stage where three nice looking guys appeared. Two of them were white and the third one was black. The music came up and they started to dance and then to my surprise they started to strip! Being a country girl, this embarrassed me, but I tried to hide it from Janet. Soon they were down to g-strings and were thrusting their covered cocks at everyone. As the spotlight drifted, I could see nothing but women in the audience all screaming for them to take off their g-strings. My eyes focused on the black man, the bulge in his g-string was immense!
After several minutes of coaxing, they ripped off their g-strings and my eyes got as big as silver dollars. Joe and I married after high school and his was the only cock I had ever seen. I had seen pictures, but not the real thing. I couldn't keep my eyes off that big black cock swaying in front of me, it must have been 10 inches! Janet could see my excitement and called him over to our table. She gave him a $10 bill and he grabbed his cock and stroked it towards our faces, it was mere inches from our faces and it looked even more huge close up. After a few minutes, he returned to join the other guys and I finally looked at them too. One guy was about Joe's size, 6 inches and the other guy was about 8 inches. My heart was racing, and I kept looking around thinking Joe would come in and catch me. Janet laughed at my nervousness and ordered us some more drinks.
We drank for awhile and I asked her how she knew about this place." I learned about it from one of the girls I work with," she said. "She also told me that these guys would fuck you if you asked them , but you have to do it outside because their boss doesn't approve." I turned a bright red in the face and Janet just burst out laughing. "You like men don't you honey?" she asked. I had never thought of cheating on Joe, though I had to admit that our sex life had suffered since the problems at his job.
"You want the black guy with the huge cock, don't you?" Janet smirked. "Don't be ridiculous Janet, that would be wrong."
"Tell me Robin, have you ever fucked anyone but Joe?" I didn't want to seem like a country bumpkin, but I didn't want to lie either. "No," I replied, "but I have thought about it." I couldn't believe I was saying this or that we were even talking about it. "Want me to set it up?" she said.
"No, Janet, please don't. I couldn't live with myself."
We had some more drinks and I noticed it was getting late. "We should be going," I said to Janet.
"It's only 11, the night is young," she replied. We stayed another hour and watched another strip tease, but I was getting uncomfortable after this one. There was a strange wetness in my crotch and I got up and went to the bathroom. I entered the bathroom and went into the stall and pulled my jeans and panties down and sat down. I relieved myself and as I was reaching for my panties, I noticed a wet spot right where my pussy had rested against them. Joe had caused me to get wet, but he was the only one. Why had I gotten aroused?
Was this what I wanted? I reached down and felt my pussy. It was wet, but I had already wiped, why? Suddenly the touch of my own hand on my pussy caused me to lean back and I began fingering myself right there on the commode! Before I knew it, I had quite a rhythm going and a flash of heat came over me and my hand was drenched in my warm, wet juices. Was it the drinks? Was it the strip tease? Or was it the sight of another man's cock? I pulled my panties and jeans back up and washed my hands and returned to Janet. "Let's go home," I said.
We walked out to the car, both of us a little tipsy now. Janet made a wrong turn and we drove around trying to find the interstate again. Janet turned down a side road and the car sputtered and quit. She tried to restart it, but it was no use. Here we were, at midnight, on a dark unfamiliar road with a car that wouldn't start. After about 20 minutes of fretting, we saw headlights and Janet got out to flag them down. It was a nice looking man, I would say in his late 40's in a pickup truck. He got out with his flashlight and looked under the hood."
He had Janet crank it over while he watched under the hood. "Turn on your headlights," he said. Janet did and he motioned for her to come out to the front of the car. "Your headlights are real dim, ma'am, I think your alternator's gone."
What were we going to do now? He offered to give us a lift to his house and we could call someone and Janet accepted. We all three squeezed into his pickup and headed down the road. A ways down the road, we took a curve and Janet, who was sitting next to him, was forced into him. His elbow brushed her left tit and she started giggling. I guess it was the booze. We turned and went up a long dirt driveway and saw a house at the end of it. He pulled up to the house and we all got out and went in. It was a modest country home, the usual deer head on the wall and very modest furnishings.
"Phone's over there," he said and Janet went to pick it up. There was no dial tone. He had disappeared into a back room and Janet yelled that there was no dial tone. "Guess I should have paid the bill," he said coming back in with a rifle in his hand. "Sit down on the sofa, both of you," he ordered.
We sat down scared shitless and stared at him and the gun. He threw Janet a length of rope and told her to tie my hands behind my back. "Let us go and we'll forget all about this," Janet said. "Do as you're fucking told bitch!!" he screamed and brought the rifle to Janet's cheek. She began to tear up and tied my hands behind my back. "Let me see how good a job you done," he told her and Janet offered her knot work for his approval. "Stand up!" he ordered, and Janet got up. He pulled out another length of rope and tied her hands too and shoved her back on the sofa next to me. Then he went off to the kitchen.
" My God Robin, what's going to happen to us?" Janet asked me. "I don't know Janet, but if we keep our heads, we might get out alive, maybe he just wants money." My life had brought so much trust of other people and felt that nothing would happen. He came back in shortly and had a fifth of whiskey in his hand and took a big swig. He came over to the sofa and asked if we wanted a drink. When we refused, he pried Janet's mouth open and poured some in, she gagged. Then he came to me and I opened my mouth as he poured it in, I coughed but I swallowed it. Next he got us up and took us through the house and out the back door.