I Dream of Jeannie

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I Dream of Jeannie

"I Dream of Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair" -- Stephen C. Foster

Jimmy

Jeannie was beautiful. Light brown, slightly curly hair streamed down her back. A slightly tan skin went well with her dark brown eyes. Even at sixteen she had a nice rack, and an even nicer butt. We had gone to different middle schools but they both fed the same high school. She sat in front of me in our Junior English Class. I was smitten when she walked in. After class I asked her how she liked the teacher. She gave me the smile that never failed to melt my heart.

"Okay, I guess. A little boring, don't you think?" she replied.

"Exactly," I told her. "Maybe she'll get sick, and we'll get a substitute."

"Too good to be true," she laughed.

"What period do you have lunch," I inquired.

"First," she said, frowning.

"Me, too," I said, "Can we have lunch together?"

"Sure," she said, and I was hooked.

I think she was, too, because for the next two years we rarely missed having lunch together. I lived on a farm with my mother and younger sisters, and so I had a hardship driver's license, and so we started dating in my mother's car. We lost our virginities together in a motel in another small town about fifteen miles away, the night after her eighteenth birthday party. I wanted her to give me her virginity on my eighteenth birthday, but she insisted that we wait the two weeks until she was also eighteen. The sex was okay, but not great. We both agreed that it would get better. And it did.

By the time we graduated from high school we were passionate lovers. Jeannie was the girl of my dreams. Our friends joked about us because we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Our parents had a different attitude about that, but when we told them we wanted to get married, they agreed to help out as much as they could with our college expenses.

I didn't think life could get any better. We rented an apartment in Austin. We paid our expenses with part-time jobs, student loans, and a little help from both sets of parents. The next two years were great. We were both working hard and incredibly happy. I was grading and she worked in an ice cream parlor. My dreams of Jeannie were nothing but sweet.

Austin is a fantastic place to be young and in love. There are all kinds of state parks in the vicinity, great restaurants, and a very active live music scene. I had the perfect partner to enjoy it with. We still couldn't keep our hands off each other and made love ten or twelve times a week.

The summer before our sophomore years, she was offered the manager's job. We talked about it and decided that she could take the job even though she would have to cut back on her classes, possibly delaying her graduation. She had the perfect personality for retail, sunny, always upbeat and smiling, yet she could and would correct her employees' behavior when necessary. That was rare because everybody liked her and wanted to please her. The only problem was guys wanting to date her. She always wore her wedding ring, and when they started getting personal, she'd wave that in their face, and smile, and that seemed to solve the problem at least with most of the guys.

I got a student assistantship for twenty hours a week and was starting to think about graduate school.

The ice cream chain was bought out by a conglomerate. Shortly thereafter, she was invited to attend a four-week executive retreat/seminar as the conglomerate wanted to assess current and future executive talent. It was just before the start of our Junior years and was to take place at a resort near San Diego toward the end of the summer. I knew I was going to miss her.

Jeannie

Jimmy was the perfect guy for me. I first thought he was just some guy, but he had a great sense of humor and also was very smart. We became lovers after my eighteenth birthday party. It wasn't that good the first time, but it rapidly got better. By the time we graduated from high school, it reached the point where I would just see him and feel myself getting damp down there. I was so happy to marry him when we graduated from high school. I knew it would be tough financially for a while, but we both got part-time jobs and never doubted that we were going to be alright.

I worked in an ice cream parlor. Everyone was nice and I enjoyed working there even though it was away from Jimmy. The only other negative was that lots of guys, particularly the fraternity guys, were always hitting on me. Usually, showing my wedding ring was enough to get them to back off, but occasionally one would be more persistent. It was never a big problem, though.

The summer before my sophomore year, the manager gave notice because her husband graduated and got a job in Dallas. She was planning to have lots of babies and be a stay-at-home mom. I envied her because that's what I wanted to do. Jimmy was on board with that.

That meant the manager's job was open. I was surprised when I was offered it. I had always tried to be nice to everyone and help the new employees with the tricks of the trade, but I was still surprised. The assistant manager was going to be a senior in the fall and didn't want the responsibility of being manager, so I took the job, even though it would mean that I was a full-time worker and a part-time student. Jimmy and I talked about it and decided it would only delay graduation a semester or two and work out nicely if he went on to graduate school. It also meant that I would have to delay my first pregnancy for as much as a year, but we were young and in love so what's a year?

Toward the end of my first year as manager, one of the frat guys became more than a little persistent and apparently considered my wedding ring to be of no importance. Dick was never threatening, and on the occasions when we chatted, he seemed like a nice enough guy. He was extremely self-confident, and clearly very wealthy, evidenced by several things, including the shiny Porsche convertible that he occasionally offered me rides in. He seemed to settle down after a while, and the jokes about when we got married became a minor annoyance, although I considered them a bit tiresome, and in poor taste. To me, the most interesting thing about him was that he seemed to like milk shakes almost as much as Jimmy did.

Near the end of the school year, the ice cream company was bought out by a conglomerate. At first, nothing much seemed to change. The insurance and pension plans changed, but I was still reporting to the same people, and we still worked under the same sign. About a month after the takeover, I received an invitation to a "current and potential executive retreat and seminar" in San Diego. I was surprised to be considered a potential executive. My area manager told me this was a fantastic opportunity, even though he hadn't been invited. I talked it over with Jimmy and he agreed with my manager that it sounded like an opportunity not to be missed. I RSVP'd and began to think about what I should take with me to San Diego.

Jimmy and I had a great time the last week before San Diego, including our first trip to a 'swimsuit optional' beach on Lake Travis.

Then I was taking my first plane flight ever to San Diego. I had only been out of Texas on family vacations to New Orleans and northern New Mexico. A shuttle had been provided and it was very interesting to see some of the other participants. There were a few women who looked to be my age or slightly older up to some apparently senior executives, gray-haired and somewhat portly in their expensive suits. On the shuttle we were provided agendas although I used my time to chat with some of the younger potential executives.

Three other girls and I decided to go to the hot tub near the building we were staying at. After I called Jimmy and told him that I had safely gotten there, I put on my new bikini and headed for the hot tub. We started soaking and one of the girls suggested that since there were no guys present, we do our hot tubbing the right way, that is, without our swimsuits. It seemed a little risqué, but also exciting so when all the other girls agreed, I joined them. After all I had been nude at Hippie Hollow, so why not here?

The hot tub water felt great. I must have dozed off, because I was startled awake and saw that the other girls were gone. I saw a shadow on the pool and instinctively grabbed for my swimsuit. A male foot was planted on my only garments. I looked to my left and Dick, from the ice cream shop in Austin, was climbing into the pool clad in swim trunks.

"Don't worry about the swimsuit!" he exclaimed.

Uh-oh, I thought. What's going on? Something I don't like was my next thought. I tried to hide my nudity with my hands and arms.

"Don't worry about that, either!" he told me, grabbing my left wrist and pulling it toward him.

"What's going on, Dick?" I asked.

"I wanted some time with you," he explained.

"Don't do this!" I pleaded, "Please!"

I didn't know what he thought he was going to do, but I wanted no part of it.

I looked to the other three guys in suits standing by the hot tub.

"Don't worry about them," he told me, "they're my guys."

He grabbed my other wrist and moved in as if to kiss me.

"Please, Dick," I continued. "Let me put my swimsuit on, and we'll talk about this."

"Jeannie, I have you right where I want you," he explained. "What's there to talk about?"

"This is not the way, Dick!" I told him. "Let me get some clothes on, and we'll talk."

"Why?" he said. "You look better without your clothes off. I like you just the way you are."

"But I'm married," I complained, trying to show him my wedding ring again.

"A minor inconvenience!" he replied, again trying to kiss me.

I could evade his mouth, but I couldn't free my wrists as he was much stronger than I. He settled for licking one of my boobs.

"Please don't do this, Dick!" I tried again to no avail.

"It's useless to struggle," he explained. "I have come a long way for this, and I'm not going to be denied!"

"How did you get here," I asked.

"Easy," he explained, "I'm Richard Hardy, Executive Vice-President of Hardy Enterprises International. My father is Chief Executive Officer, and Chairman of the Board. You're a low-level employee of HEI. Now, do you understand?"

I understood that I was completely screwed, a step away from checkmate in a game that I didn't even know I was playing in until this moment. I understood that I was a mere pawn in this game, valued only because of my youth and beauty, and wondering if there was any way out.

"Let me explain things, so that you understand," he began. "These guys are my bodyguards," indicating the other guys looking down at me. "They will do anything I tell them to do."

"Just let me go," I pleaded, "and things can go back to the way they were!"

"I like this a lot better!" and tried to kiss me again, again settling for a boob, since I had moved my head to avoid his kisses.

I didn't appreciate his sucking of my boobs, but, at least, it wasn't painful. Actually, he wasn't bad as boob-suckers go. What did I know? He was only the second guy to suck one of my boobs.

"What's your plan, Mr. Hardy," I asked, sarcastically, hoping he could realize how he was violating me.

"You seem very resistive," he told me. "I'll make you a deal."

"What?" I replied.

"You give me two minutes of passive cooperation, and if you still want to go to your room after that, none of us will stop you," he offered.

It didn't sound like a good deal, but it was better than what I had now.

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"For two minutes, I can do anything to you except genital-genital contact," he explained.

That left I lot of options open, like deep kissing, fingering me, and or licking me,

"And what do I have to do?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied. "You can't actively resist, but you don't have to cooperate, just no shielding yourself with your hands or arms, no grabbing me, stuff like that."

"So," I tried to clarify, "two minutes of open season, and then I get my bikini back, and no interference from you or your guys." I wasn't sure I could trust him, but I didn't see any options. "Okay," I agreed, with a lot of trepidation.

He slipped his swimsuit off exposing a large male organ.

"Wait a minute," I said, "you said nothing about exposing your cock!"

"I just said I wouldn't penetrate you," he said, with a sardonic smile, "Two minutes, on your mark, Larry." he explained to one of his burly bodyguards.

Everyone was quiet for a few seconds.

"Go!" Larry said.

Dick inserted his tongue in my mouth and his fingers in my pussy and began vigorously moving both tongue and fingers.

At first, it was uncomfortable, but then my body took over and began involuntarily secreting. After what seemed liked several minutes. I began to get very aroused, with different sensations around my pussy my mouth. It had to be several minutes, but finally, blessed relief, and I had a very large, body-shaking orgasm.

I managed to gasp out, "That must be two minutes!"

"Fifty seconds to go," Larry informed us.

Now Dick crouched in front of me. He quickly lifted my butt up onto his knees and went downtown, at the same time, massaging my boobs. It seemed liked minutes until his licking of my pussy and clit, and playing with my nipples, caused my hips to buck with another thunderous climax.

After what seemed like an awfully long time, Larry called out, "Two minutes,".

Immediately, Dick changed positions and penetrated me with his very large, fully erect cock. One of the bodyguards grabbed my arms.

"You said you would let me go," I complained.

Without missing a single deep thrust into my pussy, Dick replied, "You didn't say you wanted to go when time was up. Sorry, you can't expect me to stop now."

I exclaimed, "I do. This is ra--...."

He silenced me by sticking his tongue in my mouth. I tried to fight loose, but his body was between my legs pinning my butt to the hot tub seat, and the bodyguard holding my arms was far stronger than I was. There was nothing I could do except squirm weakly. I knew he wouldn't stop now until he creampied me. At least I was on the pill. He was clearly larger than Jimmy. It felt like my pussy was full and being stretched. This was only my second man. He continued pounding me. I couldn't help myself; I was getting higher and higher, and then I felt sweet release with another body-shaking orgasm. This was rape, except that I was enjoying it more than I should have. After my orgasm, I felt relaxed, but Dick quickly resumed thrusting his organ into my love canal, and I was rising, rising, and then, over the top, with another convulsive climax.

"You should be counting orgasms," Dick suggested, "I'm just warming up."

"I'm not impressed," I replied, lying through my teeth.

"We'll see about that!" he claimed.

I might feel bad about being unfaithful to Jimmy, but what can I say, I was enjoying what he was doing to me with his large pleasure stick. I couldn't help myself; he was touching me in places that Jimmy had never touched me in the hundreds of times we had made love. Ohmigod, again, I came with a multi-convulsion climax. This asshole was good at what he was doing to me.

He instructed me to roll over into the doggy position. I did what I was told. I figured once he got off, I could return to my room and decide what to do next. Right now, I was feeling good enough that I didn't care about anything much beyond the delightful sensations coursing through my body. Two more body-shaking orgasms and then he pulled out and sat down on the hot tub bench.

"Climb aboard, Sweetheart!" he directed me. Since my plan was to get him to ejaculate and then take refuge in my room, I did as I was told.

"Start hunching, babe!" he ordered me. I didn't want to, but why was I here if I wasn't going to? I began to slowly thrust myself onto him, impaling my pussy on what must be close to nine inches of superb masculinity. What's worse is that I was enjoying it. I told myself it's okay, it'll be over soon. I continued thrusting myself forward and back. Even my tits were aching with arousal as I increased the tempo and strength of my thrusts. Oh God, this was good. It was close to as good as it was with Jimmy, and I hated this motherfucker! Soon, my body was trembling with another great climax.

He only had to tell me once to continue. I adjusted my position slightly and began thrusting up and down. It was just as good as back and forth.

"Doing good, Girl!" Dick told me.

I couldn't believe I was out in the open, where anybody could chance upon us, in addition to fucking in front of his minions. Maybe they didn't count since they were effectively his servants. I was high, but I wanted to get higher, so I began increasing the pace of my stroking, resulting in another out-of-control orgasm.

I reached down and kissed him. It felt good. What a slut wife to kiss my attacker. It felt good. Dick told me to turn around, and repeat. I turned around, but now I began to undulate my hips. That felt good. Now, I was enjoying the thought of people watching. Maybe there were more than just Dick's minions. This appeared to be the right way, because Dick was beginning to huff and puff. Shameless hussy that I was, I was looking forward to having him splash his cum all over my pussy. I didn't have long to wait. Feeling his semen coating the walls of my vagi was enough to take me over the top into another body-shaking climax.

By rights, I should have been exhausted. I wasn't but I did feel very, very good. As I pulled myself off the monster, I told Dick, "All good things must come to an end!" I disengaged myself and reached for my bikini bottom.

"Not so fast!" Dick exclaimed. "You want to take a shower, right! You don't need to dress just to go back to your room."

I didn't want to argue. "Maybe, I'll wear it tomorrow," I suggested. "I'll just carry it back to my room."

"Lead the way, Larry!" he instructed flunky number one. Larry started in the direction of the building entrance. After grabbing both bikini parts and my keys, I fell into line behind him. Dick fell in behind me, so that he could slap my buttocks every third or fourth step. The other two goons followed behind. My suite was only twenty or thirty feet from the building entrance so it was a short walk.

"You didn't need to follow me home," I told Dick, as I unlocked the door. "I admit it was a good fucking! See you later!"

As I attempted to close my door, he stuck his foot in. "Not so fast, sister!"

"What didn't I do," I asked him.

"You didn't take care of this," he replied, pointing at his now almost fully erect cock.

Oh god, I thought. I didn't think about him watching my naked butt all the way here from the pool.

"Don't worry," he assured me, "we'll take a shower before we try out your bed."

He pushed his way in, followed by his minions. He followed me into the bath. I hung the parts of my still damp suit, on an empty towel rack. He put his on the same rack.

"Larry, go get some king-sized towels," he ordered. "Also, some sleeping pads. You guys may be here for a while."

What the fuck! He didn't have enough already.

"Get in the shower!" he directed me, "I'm right behind you."

"You know, I want you to leave," I told him straight.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way," he replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The hard way is my friends outside gangbang you, and then you get in the shower," he explained. "The easy way is you just get in the shower now. Look, I like you. I like you a lot. But I don't mind watching my guys fuck you, it that's what it takes, got it?"

"Why don't you just leave?" I asked.

"I just told you why, if you were listening," he said. "I don't bluff, so get your pretty little ass in the shower, or if you prefer, bend over for my guys!"

I understood how serious my predicament was. I just couldn't see any way out. I got into the shower. He began soaping me up, paying special attention to my boobs and genitals. By the time I had soaped him up, as he ordered, and both of us were rinsed off, I was feeling the first hints of arousal. I had a very good idea of what was going to happen once we dried off using the super-large towels that Larry had brought us. As we walked nude into my bedroom, I noticed the bodyguards spread out on the living area floor. There was literally no escape except for stepping on his minions. I had mixed feelings about what was about to happen. I didn't like being unfaithful to Jimmy, and I didn't like fucking this asshole, but the lure of his massive cock was offsetting at least some of my negative feelings. What a bitch, I thought. All this asshole had to do was get me a thousand miles away from Jimmy and then get me started, and just like that, I was doing everything he wanted.

None of that stopped me from sticking my tongue in his mouth when he kissed me, or from pressing my pussy against his hand when he fingered me. I would have preferred to have been with Jimmy but that didn't stop me from enthusiastically sucking his cock or energetically thrusting myself onto his cock when we did cowgirl.

I went to my first class the next morning. Dick and his bodyguards escorted me, although some of the faces had changed. It was not in a classroom. There was a small bed in the center of the room and a few chairs scattered around the walls. It turned out the Course Name was Introduction to Anal Intercourse and Double Penetration. It apparently was a custom course just for me. Things 1, 2, and 3 sat down in the chairs placed around the room. I had gotten some sleep in between our three intercourse sessions, starting with the one right after our shower.

This session started off with Dick fucking me, and the three bodyguards and two instructors looking on. It was actually a little exciting as well as embarrassing to have five guys watching me as I orgasmed repeatedly. The vaginal intercourse was just to get me warmed up. Then the instructors went to work on me, lubricating my anus and rectum and also, three dildoes of increasing thickness and length. The three dildoes were used to get my ass warmed up. I just didn't have the heart to fight what I knew would be a losing battle. One of them stuck the smallest dildo up my anus. The other instructor held my arms, just in case, I tried to resist. I knew I couldn't overpower six men, so I passively allowed them to exercise my ass, using the three dildoes one at a time, in increasing size order.

Around ten o'clock they decided that there had been enough preliminaries. The two instructors and Dick took turns ass-fucking me. The anal wasn't too bad with the two guys, but it was painful at first with Dick because his dick was so large. Each anal exercise ended with something different from but reminiscent of a vaginal orgasm. Then they lined me up for double penetration. My first blended orgasm was incredible. It was as good or better than any orgasm I had ever had. I ended up having three orgasms ending up with the instructors cream pieing both my ass and pussy. They gave me a short beer break and then repeated the double penetration. I actually liked DP, but I didn't know how I was going to explain it to Jimmy. I particularly liked it when it wasn't with dickhead Dick. Dick finished the session by giving me a good vaginal fucking, and I was allowed to put my clothes on to go to lunch. I couldn't believe how hungry I was. There was a luncheon buffet with the other participants in the seminar, although Jimmy, his bodyguards and I sat at a somewhat isolated table. I think I was the only woman with eight guys at her table, although it wasn't that strange since it appeared that there were at least twice as many men as women attending the seminar. I was introduced to the two new guys at our table who were the instructors for my afternoon class.

After lunch, I was led to my afternoon class. It was a full-body massage given with four hands, and emphasized my boobs and pussy on the frontside, and my butt on the backside. Once I was thoroughly massaged and thoroughly warmed up, the masseurs took their payment in pussy, my pussy. After that we went back to my building where I did it with Dick in the hot tub, and after our shower, three more times in my apartment's bed. I was exhausted.

I got what the general strategy was. It was the same thing they do in the sex business when they have a reluctant worker, they fuck her until she breaks and no longer resists performing any part of her duties. I think Dick's formula was fuck her enough and she'll forget her silly love for Jimmy. The worst part of this was that I was contributing to my own downfall by enjoying the sex so much. After the first day, I was considered to be qualified in anal and DP.

The only thing I was really unhappy about was that I wasn't allowed to talk to Jimmy or my family. I had told Jimmy that I would call him every night; I hadn't called him since the first night. I know my family and Jimmy were driving the police crazy. Dick finally told me that he had found a body double for me. This woman looked enough like the picture on my Driver's License to satisfy the police. Apparently, when the police came to investigate, she told the police that she was Jennifer Duncan and that the only problem she had had was with her cell phone, and it was being repaired.

"Thanks, Dick!" I told him.

"I knew you'd be happy with the way I handled that for you," he replied, with equal sarcasm.

On the second day, my first class was physical training. I was surprised that Dick joined in. It was fun to be able to compete with him, and hopefully, beat him. In spite of a great prostate, he really wasn't in that good of shape. Of course, after our workout, Dick did not participate in paying off the four male personal trainers, but I did. He did share with them that I did DP, which, of course, they wanted to try with me. So, DP with the four trainers, but they all wanted seconds. Then, we went to lunch. After lunch, it was off to massage class. The masseurs were happy with payments in vaginal. On to the hot tub, and more sex with Dick.

This became my daily routine. It usually included seven guys, seventeen or eighteen cream pies, and personally for me, close to a hundred orgasms, particularly if you count the DP's double. I needed around ten hours sleep per night, but I was rarely getting that. On the other hand, I was wantonly enjoying the constant action.

I think it was near the end of the second week that I woke up in the middle of the night feeling horny. Conveniently there was a guy with a big cock next to me in bed. I went down on him. In the light from outside the bedroom window, I could see Dick's smile of satisfaction to have me loving his cock with my mouth. I felt naughty but that was even more of a turn on. Soon, I was kissing him and thrusting my pussy onto and off of his wonderful cock. It felt so good. I was being so nice to him, and nice to myself, too. Before he came, I had four orgasms. Being a good girl, I cleaned his cock for him. I didn't stop there. I sucked him until he was hard again. This time I was rewarded with three orgasms before he filled me up.

I was beginning to feel horny all the time. I was ready for more of Dick's cock almost anytime day or night.

My reward for treating Dick like he wanted to be treated was a short phone call to my parents. Dick outlined the rules: No complaints; everything's fine; having a good time; no mention of my husband. Dick's finger was on the button to break the connection if I violated any of the rules.

"Hi, Mom; Hi, Dad," I greeted them.

"Oh, Jeannie, we're so glad to hear your voice," Mom told me. "We've been so worried since you didn't call. Jimmy is almost out of his mind, worrying about you. When are you coming back?"

"I'm doing fine, Mom," I reassured her. "There's nothing to worry about. Sorry, I haven't been in touch. I've been incredibly busy. I'm probably coming back according to plan in two weeks."

"Is everything alright?" Dad asked. "Jimmy's worried sick. You should call him, if you haven't."

"Everything's alright, Dad," I told him. "I may not call Jimmy for a while. I've been very busy the past couple of weeks. I'm going to have to go now. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad."

"Bye, Sweetie," Mom replied. "Please call us again soon."

"Bye, Jeannie," Dad added.

Dick closed the circuit.

Jimmy

Jeannie didn't call me after the first night. The second night I got a video of Jeannie. It was very disturbing. She was nude in a hot tub, talking to some dude. I couldn't believe she was nude in an open air hot tub, with several guys hanging around watching. Then the dude in the hot tub went for her, mostly deep kissing her, and fingering her. She didn't seem to be putting up any resistance. One of the other guys was holding her arms but even so, she didn't seem to be resisting at all. This wasn't the Jeannie I knew. What was going on? She orgasmed, and then the dude started kissing her boobs. He began going down her body, kissing and licking all the way, and then he went down on her. In a minute or two, she orgasmed again, and then he penetrated her. She said something, but still she wasn't really fighting as he screwed her to orgasm after orgasm. The worst was when he sat down, and she got on top of him. She was fucking and kissing him wildly like there was no tomorrow. Counting the two orgasms before he penetrated her, she apparently had nine orgasms, fucking out in the open, with several guys watching from the edge of the hot tub. She didn't seem to be on drugs. I just couldn't believe this was my Jeannie, my wife of four years. As far as I knew, she had never kissed another man. We would have to talk when she got back.

Then each night after that I got a new video sent from her cell phone. The worst was the next night. This was a video of two other guys fucking her at the same time, apparently one in her pussy, and one in her ass. She had never shown the remotest interest in anal as far as I knew. I had heard of it, but this was the first time I had seen it.

I continued to receive a new video each night. Sometimes she was fucking the same guy as in the hot tub, sometimes, it was different guys. This was totally out of character with the Jeannie I had been married to for four years. I don't believe she had ever been with another man before this ungodly trip.

The videos were my only communication with her. She seemed to be in good health and enjoying herself. I called my in-laws, but they had heard nothing from her. I talked to one of my friends about what was going on. He had known Jeannie almost as long as I had. All that he could think of was that the videos had been doctored with AI or some other technology. I thought that was possible, but it certainly appeared to me that that was my Jeannie, or what used to be my Jeannie.

Another video showed a bunch of buff, good-looking guys banging her in one continuous session. She seemed to be up for anything, including a gangbang. She was supposed to be at some sort of an executive training. It appeared to me, that the focus of the training was on sex. Jeannie was the girl of my dreams, who I thought would be the mother of my children, and she was behaving like a street whore.

I talked to my professor who was guiding my assistantship. He had met Jeannie on several occasions, but admitted he didn't really know her. He told me that this sounded like some sort of a lifestyle change. His advice was to move on with my life and forget her. Maybe that was good advice but it had no appeal for me. I had loved this woman to the best of my ability for six years. I couldn't just walk away. I tried not to get depressed, but dreaming of the one you love doing all sorts of things like she was doing in the videos is not a good place to be.

About a week after she left for San Diego, both her parents and I got copies of a police report in the mail. According to the report, they had gone to the resort and talked to Jennifer Duncan. She had told them that the only trouble she had had was with her phone and it was being fixed.

Two weeks after she went to San Diego, my father-in-law called.

"Son, we finally got a call from Jeannie."

"What did she say, Jason?" I asked. "Did she say anything about me?"

"She seemed okay, but a little distant," he informed me. "It was a very short call. When her mother asked if she was going to call you, she was completely non-committal."

"Jason, I was sent some very disturbing videos from her cell phone. It didn't seem like Jeannie, even though it clearly was," I informed him.

"I don't think I want to know what the content of the videos was," he told me. "I really don't have any more to tell you; it was a very short call."

"Did she seem to slur or show signs of being drugged?" I asked.

He replied, "No, although she did seem a little stressed. It was an awfully short call, which isn't typical of her."

"At least she's alive, and seeming to be well," I said, lamely. "Thanks for calling me."

"I felt it was my duty," he replied. "Bye, Jimmy. You're a good man."

I hung up the phone. At least what Jason had told me was current. There wasn't a good way to tell how old the videos were although I knew they had to be in the last two weeks. I felt sick at heart. It looked very much like Jeannie was moving on, to what, I had no idea.

The police report, the dearth of phone calls, and the videos seemed to be a different Jeanie than the one I had loved and married.

Now all I could do was dream of Jeannie, the woman I loved and the woman to whom I had been married for four years.

Jeannie

There was no reward for worrying about Jimmy. I liked to have orgasms, and Dick had set things up where I seldom went more than an hour during the day without having an orgasm. I quit wearing underwear. I mostly wore shorts and midriff-exposing tops. Once in a while, I wore my bikini, but swimming or hot tubbing I usually didn't wear anything. I was enjoying spending most of my day nude with a hard cock nearby if not in me. After morning sex with Richard and breakfast, I would eagerly go for my workout. We would usually do a few exercises to firm up my midriff, and then the four personal trainers would begin banging me with Richard watching. Somehow, around the end of the second week, I had changed from being a reluctant participant to being enthusiastic. Dick was the center of my life. I enjoyed fucking him and I enjoyed fucking others while he watched. I still didn't have my cell phone.

I was changing both mentally and physically. It seemed that my body was always aroused. If I went more than a few hours without sex, I would ache with longing for more sex. I had not only become a slut, but I was reveling in it.

The four-week retreat ended. Saturday morning after our morning sex, Dick told me to pack everything up. A limo took us to the airport. This time we got on a private jet. After our first round of inflight sex, Dick informed me that we were flying to Baltimore, rather than Austin. I thought I was going back to Austin and Jimmy, but instead it was more Dick and Baltimore.

About then the pilot came back to see how we were doing. My nudity and cum dripping from my slit didn't faze him. However, when Dick invited him to enjoy my charms, the captain cap came off quickly as did the rest of his attire. I was used by now to being a pay-as-you-go girl. Being nude, I only had one currency. Unfortunately, the captain was not as well-endowed as Dick. Conversely, screwing him had the bonus effect of exciting Dick for another round. Later the copilot came back to 'checkup' on us. I rewarded him for his diligence. Again, Dick followed up.

The last four weeks had changed me. Reluctantly, I dressed as we were approaching the airport. In a five-hour flight I had enjoyed experiencing five creampies, and probably over fifteen orgasms. I didn't seem to care who saw my nudity or even who fucked me; I just wanted the orgasms to keep coming.

A limo picked us up at the airport, and we had close to a two-hour drive to Dick's family's southern Pennsylvania estate.

Our destination was an isolated country estate. It was beautiful. There was a tennis/pickleball court, a basketball court, a swimming pool, and a stable, in addition to a magnificent home. I later found out that the large house included a large garage with different kinds of cars, a small gymnasium, and an indoor swimming pool/hot tub complex.

We quickly developed a routine of early morning sex, breakfast, a horseback ride, lunch, pickleball, swimming, sex, dinner, TV or movie, and sex and sleeping until morning. The sex was with Dick, except sometimes in the evening, one or more of his friends would come over, and I would perform with the friend or friends for Dick's entertainment. After our guest or guests left, Dick would then be unusually amorous.

After about two weeks of this, Dick asked me why I hadn't taken my wedding ring off.

"I don't know," I admitted. "Technically, I'm still married to Jimmy."

"Have you thought about changing that?" Dick asked.

"You mean, getting a divorce?" I asked. "No, I haven't thought about it."

"I think you should," he told me. "It's been six weeks since you've had any contact with him."

"I know," I replied, "he must be worried sick."

"Don't you think it's strange that the police haven't come looking for you?" Dick inquired.

"I guess I've been so busy screwing you that I hadn't thought about it," I admitted.

"I know you think I'm not a nice person, but I thought it was important that Jimmy be kept up to date," he continued.

"What do you mean?" I asked, getting a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"I've been sending him videos of your most notable exploits," he informed me.

"What videos?" I was concerned now.

"A lot of what you did at the resort was covered by closed circuit cameras," he continued.

"What?" all kinds of alarms were going off in my mind.

"The second night I sent him a video of our first night in the hot tub," he proudly announced.

"Oh, God!" I exclaimed. What did Jimmy think of me now. I went over that first night. He talked me into letting him seduce me, and then he penetrated me, unexpectedly, without my permission, in the open, in front of his bodyguards. Even worse, I had enjoyed it and had clearly shown my enjoyment.

"I don't think Jimmy would be surprised to get a divorce packet," he suggested.

I was stunned and speechless. This was almost as surprising as my having become Dick's almost willing mistress.

"I don't know," I was trying to think. "This seems like a big step."

"I still love him," I claimed.

"But not as much as you once did," Dick suggested.

Ohmigod, the bastard was right. I believed I still loved him, but I had to admit it wasn't the same. At first, I had thought of Jimmy after almost every climax. Now, I only thought of him occasionally throughout the day. At this rate, I would soon be going a whole day without thinking of him.

"Do you think of yourself as Jimmy's wife now?" he asked a very penetrating question.

"How can I," I replied, "when most of the time I'm fucking you or one of your friends?"

"Good point," he informed me. "We have an appointment with an attorney, tomorrow."

"That seems awfully sudden," I told him. "I think I need some time to think."

"I understand," he said, patiently and showing, for him, incredible empathy, "it is a big step. However, I'm planning on introducing you to my parents this weekend, and I'd prefer to at least be able to say that your divorce was pending, as opposed to simply being Mrs. James Duncan."

'Did this guy actually have a nice side?' I thought. "Give me some time," I requested.

"We can reschedule the attorney," he said; "however, I'd rather not reschedule my parents' visit. How much time do you think you'll need?"

This was an astounding turn of events. Was the bastard really thinking of making an honest woman of me? How did I feel about that? The asshole had pretty well succeeded in breaking up what had been a very happy marriage. The video footage he said he had sent Jimmy would pretty much guarantee that Jimmy had no further interest in me. I hated losing Jimmy but it appeared to be a done deal. If I didn't divorce him, he would divorce me. Dick wasn't as bad as I had originally thought. But marriage. It had been a while since I had thought about my future. Mrs. Richard Hardy? I couldn't deny I enjoyed fucking him. A lot? It seemed like a long time ago, that Jimmy and I were making love. I had come to enjoy the life I was living now, where it seemed like if I wasn't fucking, I was about to be fucked or had just been fucked. But, it was fucking, not making love. It was two years before Jimmy and I were good at making love. With Dick, we had definitely followed a different path, but maybe making love was still in the future. Besides, there were other compensations with Dick, like double penetration. I had to assume that Jimmy knew I was no longer an anal virgin, since I was sure that DP was included in the videos Dick had sent him. Dick was clearly an asshole but was his behavior at least partly because he wanted me so badly. If he was thinking of proposing marriage, he must have some strong feelings for me, even after he had likely gotten everything he wanted from me. After Jimmy saw the videos of me obviously enjoying myself fucking all those guys at the resort, he most likely wouldn't want to have anything more to do with me anyway. I had to play the cards I had been dealt. Still, a divorce was a step I didn't want to take.

I told Dick, "This is an awfully big step."

He replied, "Do you really think he wants you after all the videos I've sent him. He's probably already talking to a divorce attorney. How many guys have you fucked since the last time you saw Jimmy? What makes you think he still wants you. By doing this, you can control the narrative."

The more he talked, the unhappier I got. I decided I could at least shut him up if I signed. "You don't need to reschedule anything," I informed Dick. "I'll sign the papers."

I felt a little bad about not even talking to Jimmy first, but in a way, I didn't mind not talking to him, as I was sure it would be a very embarrassing conversation. Who was I, anyway? Maybe the persona I had with Dick was closer to the real me, than what I had shared with Jimmy. I'm sure Jimmy didn't condone the kind of life I'd been living with Dick.

It was pretty perfunctory, a two-hour drive to the family attorney's office. A few signatures and initials, and we were going to a very nice top floor club for lunch. Then, a two-hour drive back to the family estate. Dick had a present for me, my cellphone.

"I can call anybody now?" I asked for clarification.

"You can do whatever you want," he assured me.

I didn't ask if that included calling a cab. Anyway, I wanted to at least meet his parents.

My first call was to my parents. I decided to unveil a little more of what had happened to me over the last six weeks.

"Hi, Mom, Hi, Dad," I greeted them.

"Jeannie, it's so good to hear from you," Mom replied.

"Hi, Jeannie," Dad put in.

"I'm somewhere in Pennsylvania at Dick's estate," I informed them.

"At Dick's estate?" Mom sounded perplexed. "Who's Dick?"

"Dick is my very good friend," I informed her. "His parents are coming out this weekend."

"You're meeting his parents?" Mom asked.

"Yes," I admitted, "I'm a little nervous."

"I'm sure you'll do just fine," she said. "What's going on with Jimmy?"

I decided to drop the bombshell. "Jimmy and I are getting divorced,"

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom," I assured her. "Life goes on. I'm just starting a new chapter now.",

"Jimmy was a good man," she commented.

"Yes, and I'm a good woman," I replied.

"Yes, you are," Mom replied. "I hope everything works out."

"I'm sure it will," I agreed. "For better or for worse."

"Will we be meeting Dick?" she asked.

"I'm sure you will, but I'm not sure when," I informed her.

"Thank you for calling, Sweetie," she said.

"My pleasure. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad," I told them.

"Bye, Jeannie," Dad replied.

I hung up.

I did try to call Jimmy but it seemed like the calls never went through. I didn't think he would have changed his number or anything like that. Mom or Dad never mentioned it. Maybe after he saw the videos he didn't want to talk to me and was blocking my calls.

Friday morning, Dick coached me on what to say to his parents, and perhaps more importantly, what not to say. His dictates included no mention of Jimmy. No mention of anybody I had screwed, except for him. The only thing his dad knew about San Diego was that I had attended the seminar, although he knew nothing of my 'special courses'. I really didn't know what to do. Should I appeal to his parents for my freedom? He did return my cellphone, so maybe I was free to go. He had raped me. I had divorced the love of my life. I didn't love Dick but I did enjoy fucking him. Maybe that was enough.

I decided that my best course of action was to 'play nice' with his parents, and after their visit decide what my best long-term course of action was. Maybe I could still reconcile with Jimmy. Knowing that he knew about my many lovers, would he still want me? It was very complicated. Maybe I should go ahead and call Jimmy. At least it would help clear the air, even though I was sure Dick wouldn't want me calling Jimmy. I would wait until after the coming weekend to decide whether I should make a run for it.

Friday evening around six, Dick's parents arrived. Richard and Jennifer seemed to be very nice people. Both appeared to be around fifty. Jennifer was a very attractive woman, but she seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. Richard was a distinguished-looking, somewhat-heavyset man. Apparently, the ice cream business was new to him and so he questioned me about my duties and what I thought needed to be done differently.

We went to bed early, and Dick fucked me as was our usual custom. I slept until around three am and awakened for my early morning fuck. Then we went back to sleep until it was time for my pre-breakfast fucking. As usual, I enjoyed my afterglow with my breakfast. At breakfast Jennifer asked me about school. I talked about my classes. I could tell she wanted me to tell about the good times I had with Dick in Austin. Unfortunately, there weren't any to share. I had had lots of good times in Austin. Most of them were with Jimmy, not Dick.

I mentioned some of the things I had done with Jimmy, but the best time I had had with Dick in Austin was making him a milk shake as part of my job. I think I was supposed to ask her about what kind of kid Dick was growing up, but I wasn't really interested in that. My good times with Dick was almost all involved with his cock in my pussy; I was sure she didn't want to hear about that. I did tell her a little about my childhood.

I was learning to ride and the four of us went for a ride around the estate, most of which I was familiar with. I enjoyed horses, including grooming and feeding them. Dick had taken me on a ride when we first came here from San Diego. That was all right because he fucked my naked body on a grassy meadow. He had trained me to take off my clothes on command and then fuck whoever was nearest. At least he didn't try that during his parents' visit.

In the afternoon we played tennis. I had just started playing tennis and still sucked at it. We then dressed for dinner, which included a pre-dinner fucking. I enjoyed fucking Dick even though I really didn't like him very much, in any other situation. It was hard to believe that I was actually considering marrying him just because I enjoyed being fucked by his large dick. I didn't love him, we would never have the kind of relationship I had with Jimmy, but in between the sheets, I would have to give the edge to Dick. I occasionally missed Jimmy, but then my thoughts would turn to other things, like horseback riding, riding Dick's cock, or other mundanities of life. Dick hadn't asked me to marry him, but nevertheless I had started thinking about what my response would be if he asked.

Richard was easier to talk to, he talked to me about managing a business and managing a multi-servant household. That part I liked. Another thing I thought I would enjoy would be a honeymoon combined with a Grand Tour of Europe. Jimmy and I had spent a long weekend in Kerrville for our honeymoon.

After Jennifer and Richard left Sunday afternoon, Dick told me that they thought that I was alright, even though a bit quiet. I knew I would have to do better in the future, but I still wasn't all that happy with the way my life was going, even though I had come to thoroughly enjoy being fucked by Dick. I still occasionally was a little nostalgic about my life with Jimmy, but I had come to accept that that chapter of my life was over. I knew I would never be as happy with Dick as I had once been with Jimmy, but it seemed that all that remained of that life were memories that would likely fade with time. My old life was over.

Jimmy

A few weeks later, Jason called me again. "Jimmy, I have some rather bad news. We talked to Jeannie again. She seemed to be in good health and good spirits. She told us she was sending you divorce papers. We also found out that there is a guy named Dick in her life. I wish I had something good to say, but that's pretty much what she told us. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I thought you needed to know, particularly if she hadn't talked to you."

I told him thanks for the update and hung up. The last thing that I knew was that we were very much in love. Then nothing for six weeks, and now, apparently, divorce papers were in the mail. No counseling, no recriminations, not so much as a word out of her mouth. This hurt and hurt bad. I had no hopes of us getting back together. It didn't matter how much I loved her. I had had no communication with her and had no idea where she was. I hadn't tried her cell phone in a long time. Maybe if I called someone would answer. Other than that, all I could do was put my head down and study. I tried her cell phone but apparently my number had been blocked. I wondered if she had blocked it or if the person who had sent the videos blocked it. I wondered if it was the guy who screwed her in the hot tub in the first video. I would try to contact her through the law firm. They would have to at least give an address so I could return the divorce papers if I decided to sign them. My minimum to agree to a divorce would be that she would have to ask me directly.

The next Monday I got the divorce papers in the mail. I made an appointment with an attorney and took the papers to him on the following Wednesday. I told him the whole story and then turned the papers over to him. I asked him if he wanted to see the videos and he said he trusted my explanation and doubted that they would be of any value. I explained that I still loved her and didn't want a divorce. I also said I would like to talk to her at least once, before I signed anything. He noted that there was a waiver of counseling in the papers. I decided that I certainly didn't want to sign that and also didn't want to sign anything without at least talking to Jeannie.

He agreed to a conference call with the attorney in Philadelphia who had sent the divorce papers. We reached a receptionist who put us on hold. After a few minutes, a secretary come on the line and asked what the problem was. My attorney explained that he wanted to talk directly to Jeannie's legal counsel. That was followed by another long hold, and the attorney who had signed the cover letter came on the line. He explained that he was authorized to speak for Mrs. Duncan and that he thought it would be better if he only talked to my legal representative. I told my guy, "No talk; no signature."

Jeannies' attorney explained that he would go for a default divorce if I failed to sign the papers in thirty days. He would then obtain service on me for a Philadelphia hearing. I agreed that service on my attorney would suffice. I asked my attorney if she would have to appear for the court hearing. He said he would verify if that was the case in Pennsylvania. He explained that he believed the Pennsylvania law required the plaintiff's attendance, but not the defendant's.

That afternoon I received a call from Dick Hardy whom I presumed was the dickhead that was the culprit in my marital problems. He asked me what was going on. I told him I wanted to talk to my wife. He said that it was over, and I needed to get on with my life. I asked him why I was talking to him when all I wanted was a few words with my wife.

"You really don't get it, do you?" Dick told me. "She doesn't want to talk to you."

"If that's the case," I replied, "all she had to do is tell me that."

"That's not going to happen," he informed me.

"So, sue me," I replied.

"Look," Dick inquired, "is there anything I can do to change your mind? I have virtually unlimited resources."

"No," I told him, "but I did have one question."

"Shoot!" he told me.

"How did you get Jeannie to make that first video?" I asked.

He chuckled and then answered, "I told her I had her where I wanted her, but I would let her go if she let me play with her for two minutes. She looked around to see my bodyguards and agreed to it. I asked one of my guys to time us. He knew to give me at least five minutes. By the time six minutes were up, she had come twice, and I immediately plugged in. She complained that I didn't give her a chance to get away. I told her she had had her chance and that she certainly couldn't expect me to quit once I had penetrated her."

"So," I said, "you cheated her twice to get that video."

"Yes," he chuckled again, "she was a very good sport about it. She had no idea she was making an X-rated video. We didn't get any video of that night in her bed, but after a couple of hours of having my nine inches in her tight little pussy, she was hooked."

"You're sort of a cheating scumbag, aren't you?" I told him.

"Guilty, as charged," he gloated. "I don't know how big you are, my friend, but I'm sure you're not packing nine inches. Once she got some of my nine inches, it was all over for you and her. By now she probably couldn't ever feel your weewee."

I didn't believe it was really like that, but I had nothing to say otherwise, so I hung up.

I talked to my attorney about our phone call. He said that as far as he could tell the only significant thing in the call was that he offered you a bribe to sign the papers without delay. He informed me that all not signing the papers would do is delay the divorce. If I didn't cooperate the plaintiff could file for a default divorce after thirty days. I decided to take the thirty-day delay. I had no way of contacting Jeannie. I was beginning to think it was truly over.

In spite of all that I continued to dream of Jeannie and that someday we would be together again.

A few weeks later I received a copy of the default divorce decree, Jeannie's wedding ring and engagement ring, and a picture of Jeannie wearing a new engagement ring with a huge diamond.

It seemed that there was nothing I could do except start what I knew would be a long and difficult attempt to get over the loss of the love of my life. I could quit living now or start over. I opted for a fresh start. My academic career was not suffering. I started cleaning out our apartment of all of Jeannie's personal belongings. I couldn't bring myself to sell them or give them to Goodwill, so I rented a storage space and put everything there. I paid for a year in advance and decided I would revisit their disposition in a year.

Somehow I just couldn't get her out of my mind. Everything seemed to be alright between us when she called me from San Diego the first night and then after that, nothing. Then I got divorce papers but I was unable to talk to her. No direct communication unless you count the phone call from the asshole, Dick Hardy. I felt like I wanted to hear it all from her. Not from some Philadelphia lawyer and certainly not from that asshole.

Jeannie

Life went on with Dick. He never seemed to tire of fucking me or of sharing me with his friends. I was getting to where I looked forward to the added excitement and arousal of doing one or more of his friends. The most I ever did was six of his friends and Richard. I was surprised at my hedonism. I was developing the libido and stamina of a slut wife, even though I was still married in my mind to Jimmy. It seemed that several times a month a high school friend or a frat brother would come to town and we would party which usually ended up with a nude me being fucked a good part of the night on the game room floor or in a bedroom. I asked Dick if that was a custom in his circle. He admitted that not all of the wives of his friends played this game, but he believed the majority did. I supposed he would play that game more if we were husband and wife. Occasionally one of his buddies would bring his wife over, and then we often swapped for the night. It was a life, just not the life I thought I was going to live with Jimmy.

Finally, Dick announced that the divorce with Jimmy was final. He proposed, and I accepted and started wearing a very impressive engagement ring. I gave him the rings that Jimmy had given me to celebrate our engagement and wedding, and Dick assured me that he would get them back to Jimmy. Soon enough, Jennifer was happily engaged in planning our wedding. I was reluctant to marry Dick because I knew the best times of my life had been with Jimmy, but I was beginning to believe those days were lost and gone forever. I didn't think of Jimmy so often now, but when I did it was with longing for a bygone era, now lost to me forever.

Sometimes, I would think of my life with Jimmy and I would shed a tear, but then something would distract me, and I would then go on not being happy, but content. I occasionally thought of making a break for it, but there were always bodyguards around and Dick's dick did have a certain allure.

There were distractions. Apparently, Dick made a bet with one of his friends about how many big black dicks I could handle. The contest was set up with six black guys. Their goal was to make me cry for mercy before they all came. I had two victory criteria. Dick won his bet if they all came before I cried for mercy, or if three hours expired without me crying for mercy. Dick wouldn't tell me how much the bet was for. He was afraid I would be nervous if it was too high, or angry if it was too low.

I wasn't given a choice as to my participation, but I was intrigued at the idea. I had heard stories about big black dicks, but didn't know if they were true or not. We went out in the country to a funny looking many-sided building. I found out later that it was a cock-fighting venue. A bed had been placed in what had been the cockfighting arena, and there were three ascending rows of seats. There was an audience of around twenty-five with six or seven women scattered among the guys. This didn't count the seven participants: the six black guys and me.

More than once, I questioned whether I should be doing this or not, but then Dick didn't really give me a choice. It was embarrassing, but also exciting, even intoxicating to think about what I was about to do. First the six black guys were introduced. They were dressed in nothing but boxer undershorts which gave more than a hint of what kind of package was inside. Then I was introduced to a chorus of catcalls and cheers. I was dressed in baggy silk underpants, a short silk tunic which left my midriff bare, and a silk coverup. All three of my garments were somewhat translucent, which was also exciting. I sat on the side of the bed, while the guys stripped and showed off their large to huge cocks to ohs and ahs from the audience.

Then, it was my turn to show what I had. I pranced back and forth on the bed, starting my warmup; then I began undulating my hips while I slowly slid my coverup down. When it got below my hips, I let it fall to the bed. Next, I started shaking my tits and slid my loose-fitting tunic off my shoulders and down my sides to below my hips where it fell the rest of the way. This brought more applause and catcalls. A few more shakes of my bare boobs and then I began undulating my hips as I slowly removed the baggy underpants. This received still more applause and shouting.

Next I danced before them giving them bumps and grinds. I repeated my little dance so that I had done it once for my north, east, south, and west admirers. Then, the MC announced that it was starting time.

I selected the guy with the biggest cock to lay on his back on the bed. I then crawled aboard and impaled myself on what looked like nine inches of meat stick and then some. I directed one of the guys with a smaller cock, less than eight inches, to my ass. He didn't hesitate and soon I was enjoying both of my lower orifices being completely filled. I felt extreme pleasure that was just on the edge of being painful. Initially I was excited by the thought of the audience watching the spectacle of my being penetrated by two large black cocks, but now I was in a more hedonistic place of not caring about anything except the internal massages I was receiving. I couldn't take much of this and soon I was crying out in the ecstasy of a huge orgasm.

This was the way the whole evening went. I'm sure I had triple digit orgasms by the time the three hours expired. All my vaginal violators had ejaculated, and the last anal violator was moaning and groaning as the three hours expired. I told him he could finish, and after a few more strokes his ejaculate stimulated my final orgasm of the night. As he withdrew, I cried out, "Enough, Enough, I'm Satisfied!" I couldn't stand at first, but I did my best to acknowledge a standing ovation. Dick was happy because I had won his bet for him. And I was happy because I had never been so thoroughly fucked. I wish I could describe the way I felt as I enjoyed the approval of the audience, but it was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like every muscle in my body was tired and sore, but every nerve was relaxed and content. It was vaguely reminiscent of the afterglow of love but somehow beyond that, seeming to be at another level. It is wonderful to be a woman in the prime of your life and feel that you have been pleasured beyond anything that you believed was possible. I would have been willing to make this an every Saturday night occurrence, but I suppose my performance was such that no on would bet against me again.

The next memorable incident was Dick's bachelor party. It was the night before our wedding. He informed me that I would be the entertainment for his bachelor party. I thought it was a little disrespectful since I was supposed to be the honored bride the next day, but that was life with Dick. He did buy me a second wedding dress. This was a stripper special - easy in and easier out. The idea was that I would act like I was lost. Then Jimmy would play some special bridal music, such as "The Stripper" and I would strain the other guys' credulity by starting to strip. Of course, some of the guys there I had already entertained, so they wouldn't find our skit quite so credible.

I came in daintily holding my bridal gown up.

"What's going on, guys?" I asked, innocently.

Dick immediately came over, "What happened, Honey? I'm not supposed to see your dress until tomorrow." He turned around to the guys who were wondering what was going on. "Hey guys, who haven't met her yet. This is my bride. Let me play some nice music for you."

He started things off with "The Stripper" track of a Music to Strip By album. I began to dance in rhythm not particularly suggestive, but then as though I was gradually getting into it, my dancing became more and more suggestive. I began to receive calls of "Shake it, baby" and the like. The track changed and I pulled the quick release tabs on the dress and suddenly I was dancing in a chemise.

I continued my dancing, but I began to raise and lower the hem of the chemise with emphasis on raising. Now, I was getting shouts of "Take it off!" Soon I was exposing the bottom of my panties. Gradually my midriff came into view. Then the bottom of my bra began to show. Suddenly, I dropped the hem, but then I quelled the groans of disappointment by dropping the straps off my shoulders and slowly lowering the chemise, first exposing my bra, then my midriff, then my panties, and finally, dropping it to the floor.

I danced a little while, shaking this and that, and the shouts of "Take it off" intensified. I touched the top of my panties, which caused an expectant pause in the shouting, then, as if I had changed my mind I moved my right hand to the back of the bra. I acted like I had an itch back there. Suddenly I released the catch but held my bra up with my left hand. I moved my right hand to my bra and began acting like I had changed my mind. The shouting again became more boisterous. I began to lower the bra slowly, first exposing the top of my right boob, then the top of my left boob, then my right nipple, then my left nipple, then I dropped the bra and my hands to my sides and began to shimmy, making my boobs shake back and forth.

I danced topless for a few minutes, and gradually, a rhythmic chant of 'Take it off!' developed. I started undulating my hips while playing with my waistband. I slowly began to slide the panties down. Finally, my buttocks were fully exposed, and I turned around so that my audience could watch my buttocks shake in time to the music. I turned back around with everything revealed except my pussy. I acted as though I was going to pull my panties back up and starting get cries of "No! No!" Then suddenly I let my panties fall to my ankles. I turned around and gave them a full butt shot. As I stepped out of my panties, I turned back around doing a full body shimmy.

The music stopped and I ran and sat in Dick's lap, mashing his dick down. He set the mood for the rest of the evening by lifting me up bending me over the table and penetrating me from the rear, which was fine because I was already wet from my provocative dance. The rest of the party gathered around the table to watch me get it. Soon they were clapping in rhythm with Dick's strokes. I found that that was adding to my arousal. In a very few minutes, I was crying out my joy as my body shook with orgasm.

He then sat me up on the table and putting my feet up on the table, he gave it to me from the front, filling my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his cock. He braced both of us by grasping my back. Again, our audience clapped in rhythm with the strokes that were sending me closer and closer to the erotic delights of a convulsive climax.

Next, he put me on my back with my legs resting on his shoulders and banged me that way giving the audience a great view of my facial expressions and shaking boobs. I could see everyone's eyes looking at me as I moaned and groaned my increasing arousal. Soon, my hips were bucking as I fully enjoyed another fantastic orgasm. I was a little embarrassed that everyone could see my lecherous expression as I came, but shameful as it was, I had to admit that it enhanced my excitement and arousal to have an audience to my degradation.

But even that was overcome by my delight as I went to the floor in the doggy position. This was the kind of time when I could really enjoy Dick's cock. I hoped he would save a little for our honeymoon in the Caribbean. He was pounding me pretty hard, and I was already pretty hot, so I didn't enjoy this as long as I might have, but still I felt the ecstasy of climax as my body shuddered.

Finally, he pulled me up into the kneeling prison guard; now all my stuff was available to the view of the audience as they were having difficulty deciding whether to watch my bouncing boobs, or Dick's monster cock sliding in and out of my love canal. Some even enjoyed watching my face as my arousal rose higher on each stroke sliding in and out of my pussy. They got to see me have a fantastic orgasm with my body trembling and my eyes closed, while Dick filled me with his hot semen.

Then I was led over to the sofa. Some of the guys had been taken home by their wives or girlfriends but there was still eight guys left. Most of them started with the missionary position with me either flat on the sofa lengthwise or pushed up against the sofa back. These guys didn't have the staying power of a Dick or Jimmy, so I think I only came about twenty times before they had all shot their wads. Everybody congratulated Dick on a great party and a great show. Dick watched me dress and then we rode home in his limo.

It was a big wedding by my standards, but perhaps not a big wedding by the standards of the Hardys. I wasn't sure how happy I was. I expected our life as a married couple to not change dramatically. I wish I hadn't screwed up so badly with Jimmy. I sometimes thought that in spite of everything that had happened, I would still prefer to be with Jimmy. I know I've changed, and I'm not sure that Jimmy would ever be able to accept my recent history or the changes in me.

Dick had never discussed having children with me, and I certainly wasn't going to bring it up. Anyway, what I wanted to do before any children with anybody was at least get my bachelor's degree. I was leaning toward an Accounting degree.

Now that we were married, Dick was willing to let me attend the local college, of course, with the company of a couple of bodyguards. What did it matter? I wasn't going anywhere. Luckily, the local college had half-semester terms, so I was able to register for the second Fall Semester term. Between classes I like going to the Student Center restaurant and just hang for a while. I liked watching the other students come and go although my escorts discouraged any significant interaction with the other students.

Jimmy

Everybody I knew told me I should just forget about Jeanie. But I couldn't. Even if I didn't think about her all day I would dream of Jeanie all night. I wanted to at least hear it from her own mouth. I couldn't believe that she would of her own free will be my loving wife and then purposefully ghost me permanently.

After the call from Dick Hardy, I began to do some research. I discovered the relationship between Dick's family and the parent company of Jeannie's ice cream shop. With what Dick had disclosed in his phone call and what I could find on the internet, the whole plot began to emerge from the shadows. It became clearer still with the help of some expensive private eyes.

It was a truly devious plan. Jeannie never had a chance. The question was had she changed so very much that she actually preferred living with this asshole as opposed to me. I spent more money than I should on private eyes to scope things out. I found out that Dick had graduated and so no longer had any connection to Austin. Apparently, he and Jeannie were living on an isolated rural Pennsylvania estate a hundred miles or so west of Philadelphia. The gold nugget in the report was that Jeannie was attending classes at a nearby branch of Penn State.

I decided that the minimum I could do was talk to her. I would make one final, last gasp effort to find Jeannie and have a face-to-face meeting with her.

I flew to Philadelphia on a Sunday and rented a car. I drove to the college town and checked in at a motel near the campus. My initial strategy was to wait in the popular student center restaurant on Monday and hope that she would get a drink or a snack between classes. Of course, it wouldn't work if her classes were blocked and she never went to the student center, but maybe I would catch a break. I sat at a table near what appeared to be the highest traffic entrance. I waited and waited and waited. Finally, a little after one, pay dirt! Jeannie came in with two goons, from what I had learned about Dick Hardy, they must be bodyguards. I recognized Jeannie immediately, but if I hadn't, the huge diamond on her ring finger would have been a major clue. None of them noticed me. I looked away but watched their progress through the food court and took note of where they sat. I waited a minute or two and then approached the table.

"Can we talk, Jeannie?" I said.

"What? Why? How? Jimmy!" she replied, her face exuding the warmth of recognition. She actually smiled.

The bodyguards started sliding out of their booth.

"Stay!" she said in a loud voice.

"We have our orders," the nearest bodyguard informed her and grabbed my nearest arm.

"Sit back down, or I'll scream!" she said in a loud voice. She had the attention of all the nearby diners, who were looking at us.

The bodyguard released me and sat down.

"Let's go, Jimmy!" as she stood up and ran toward the exit. I quickly followed her with the bodyguards in hot pursuit. The bodyguards weren't selected for foot speed, and we outran them in a race to my car. We jumped in and drove past two frustrated bodyguards.

"Jimmy, we need to go somewhere and talk!" she exclaimed.

"My motel?" I suggested.

"Okay," she said.

As soon as I closed the door, we embraced and started kissing. Somehow, we went across the room to the bed, and by the time we got there, we were both naked. "Oh, God, Jimmy, it's been so long," she told me, as I penetrated her. Who knew the missionary position could be so good? She was totally wet and ready, and it wasn't more than two or three minutes before she was orgasming. I rolled her over into doggy style, and went at her again, I was stroking her rapidly, and again she came in only about two minutes.

"Oh, God, Jimmy, it's better than I remembered!" she exclaimed. "Let me get on top!"

I disengaged and rolled over to my back. And she climbed aboard. She leaned over and kissed me while she continued to bang me rapidly. Soon she was crying out in the ecstasy of her third orgasm. I wanted it to last forever, but I could tell I was coming soon. She started thrusting forward and back and it couldn't have been much more than thirty strokes before we were both crying out in the erotic pleasure of climax.

She laid flat on the bed and said, "Wow!"

Then her smile changed to a frown, "Jimmy, we need to hit the road. We need to talk and we need to do some more of this, but I don't think we are safe here. Dick has a half dozen bodyguards plus a couple of drivers and I'm sure they're all looking for us with a description of your car." We hurriedly dressed and packed my stuff. I gave Jeannie the car keys and ran to the office to check out. She had the car outside waiting by the time I had given the room clerk the key. We literally left in a cloud of dust. She took us on back streets and then back roads as we left the town. After we went a few miles out of town, we started going on better and faster roads.

"I think our best bet is Camden," she said.

A couple of hours later we had checked into a motel. Again, we started kissing with pretty much the same result. Two naked bodies making love like there was no tomorrow. We cuddled just like old times, but then she stopped.

"Jimmy, I've done some very bad things," she explained. "I need to tell you about at least some of them. If you want to leave without me then, I'll understand."

I asked, "Should we get dressed?"

"Let's go somewhere and get something to drink," she suggested.

We ended up in a bar, drinking beer.

Jeannie

Talk about a surprise coming out of left field, suddenly Jimmy was standing at my table in the student union of an obscure college in an obscure town in rural Pennsylvania.

"Can we talk, Jeannie!" he said, somewhat excitedly.

I was astounded, "What? Why? How? Jimmy!"

Then I shouted, "Stay!" to the bodyguards who were scrambling out of the booth.

"We have our orders!" replied Thing 1 as he grabbed Jimmy's arm.

"Sit back down, or I'll scream!" I said loudly, but firmly. Now everyone nearby was looking at us.

Thing 1 released him and sat back down.

"Let's go, Jimmy!" I cried as I ran toward the nearest exit. He followed me out and then took the lead. The bodyguards were in hot pursuit, but we outran them to his car. We jumped in and drove past two frustrated bodyguards.

"Jimmy, we need to go somewhere and talk!" I told him.

"My motel?" he suggested.

"Okay," I replied.

That didn't work so well as the months apart made love making our imperative. As soon as I saw Jimmy I knew that I wanted to be with him. This was the man I loved and had planned to spend the rest of my life with. It was wonderful to be with him again, but as I my body relaxed in the afterglow of a love I had thought gone forever, I began thinking. By now Dick would have all his drivers and bodyguards looking for us. I told Jimmy we had to go. I wanted nothing more than to be with Jimmy forever. He let me drive because I was more familiar with the area. He navigated as I drove us all the way through Philadelphia to Camden. We checked into a motel and it happened again. It was amazing. It was like we hadn't been apart and like I had been on a desert island untouched for the last few months. Dick Hardy and all his friends were in the rear view mirror and I wanted them to stay there until they were mere dots in the sands of time. I loved Jimmy so much and it had been so long. I only survived the last few months by thinking he was lost and gone forever. No other way could I stand being apart from him so long.

After we were satiated, I told him that we needed to talk and then if he didn't want me anymore, he could go back to Texas without me. We went to a nearby bar and ordered beer, and I began my story.

"Dick told me that he had sent you videos of some of my escapades. Did he?" I asked.

"Yes, he did," he informed me. "First was the seduction in the hot tub. Then there was the anal and double penetration. Then came a few gangbangs. I quit watching them after a while."

"And yet you still came over a thousand miles to see me. Weren't you disgusted with some of the things I did?" I asked him.

"Maybe at first, but then I looked a little deeper and found out what kind of web you were caught up in," he informed me. "Then my only concern was if you really wanted to be with this guy. You did divorce me and marry him. I came because I wanted to hear from your own lips that you didn't love me anymore."

"I did all of those things," I admitted. "Some enthusiastically, some reluctantly, and I think it's fair to say, some were under duress." I looked at the man I loved. "But in spite of all the hurdles Dick placed in front of you, you still came looking for me, because you knew I could never say I didn't love you to your face."

"Dick set an elaborate trap for you, and he caught you," he declared. "My only concern was that you may have started to enjoy being with Dick."

"I want to be clear and honest with you," I told him. "I convinced myself that I could be content with Dick, because I thought I had lost you forever. Jimmy, I did some terrible things. Even worse, I enjoyed doing some of them."

"But you never talked to me about any of this," he explained, "so I wanted to hear from your own mouth that we were finished. I couldn't believe that anything would cause you to dump me without explanation if you were exercising free will. That's not who you are."

"Dick didn't let me have my cell phone until after our marriage," I informed him. "Even after that, I just found out a few days ago that he blocked your number. Somehow he fixed it so I could neither call or receive calls or messages from your phone. I still had it in my mind that I should call you. But all of that isn't important. What's important is that it was like there was a fog over me. I don't think I was thinking clearly. I was sad because I wasn't with you and the fog was keeping me from feeling quite so depressed. When I saw you in the Student Union, it was like the fog suddenly cleared. I want nothing more now than to go back to Texas with you."

"That's what I want, too, Jeannie," he told me. "So, what's the problem?"

"You still don't know all the bad things I've done," I stated.

"I still don't see a problem," he replied, "but I'm listening."

"There's three things you don't know about," I explained. "The first one is the least bad. Every time Dick had friends over, he shared me with them."

"I'm not even surprised by that," he told me.

"The second thing, I'm going to tell you is that Dick made a bet. The bet was that six guys couldn't fuck me to the point that I'd cry for mercy. He took me to a cock-fighting pit, fitted with a bed. There was an audience of around twenty-five. Six guys with big dicks fucked and sodomized me for over three hours. Then they gave up after they all ejaculated."

"That's a lot of fucking," Jimmy admitted.

"The most shameful part is that I enjoyed it," I confessed.

"The audience or the double penetration?" he asked.

"Jimmy," I began crying. "I enjoyed every minute of it!"

He reached across the table and held my hand, "I know this is very hard for you. Once we're back in Texas, we'll work everything out."

"There's still more," I told him, through my tears.

"I'm still here, and I'm still listening," he encouraged me.

"The night before I married Dick, he had a bachelor party," I explained. "At the party I was both the stripper and the prostitute."

"You did a strip tease, fucked all the groom's friends, and enjoyed every minute of it," Jimmy summarized.

"I'm so ashamed," I told him.

"Don't be," he told me. "Just think of all the money we can save when we get re-married."

"JIMMY!" I exploded, causing other patrons to stare. Then I saw the twinkle in his eye. "Are we really okay, Jimmy?" I asked.

"We're okay as far as the past is concerned," he assured me. "I'm not sure if I want to set you up with many public gangbangs going forward."

"Honestly," I informed him, "the only thing I might be interested in going forward would be an occasional double penetration. I could even compromise on that to an occasional anal intercourse or maybe DP with a dildo. Jimmy, the main thing is that I'm back with you. Now, I'm starting to feel the weight of all those months we were apart."

"We'll work it out," Jimmy assured me.

We finished our beers and went back to the motel. You probably know what happened next. After that he booked my ticket back to Texas and changed his return to coincide with my routing. Then we made love again. By the time we left the motel for Philadelphia International, we had gotten our money's worth out of the bed. On the flight back to Austin, I was quite satisfied with holding the hand of my once and future husband.

Dick started off being very difficult about the divorce. Finally, his attorney set up a short conference with his father. Richard was much more reasonable. I had to sign an agreement with a hold-harmless clause and give the rings back. In return, I got a divorce and a settlement of five million dollars. That was halfway between the ten million my attorney wanted and the nothing that Dick wanted to give. We paid off our student debt, repaid some of the money our parents gave us, bought a nice home in suburban Austin and were left with a sizeable investment portfolio. It wasn't enough to make us wealthy, but we should be comfortable for the rest of our lives. Jimmy would continue his student employment and I would become a full-time student. It was a miserable five or six months for both of us, but our future looked great and soon we would be re-married. I still don't know why Jimmy took me back so easily. The months we were apart were a lot harder on him than on me. But then not every woman would give up a nine-inch cock for a seven-inch cock. But then not every woman has ever been truly in love.

Jimmy

After I heard the story of Jeannie's time with Dick Hardy, and all the shameful things she had done during the months we were apart, I was mostly sad that she had to go through all this and I could do nothing to save her. I didn't like the idea of her having multiple fuckings and double penetrations with other people watching, but there was nothing that either one of us could do about that now. I was a little concerned when she said she had enjoyed doing some of the wanton things she had done, but she seemed to still be mostly the person I had first fallen in love with, and I was sure we would be okay if we could keep all that she had done in the past in the past. Maybe we would end up dealing with some sort of occasional double penetration events in the future but that was a bridge to be crossed in the future.

In spite of everything that had happened, it appeared that she still loved me, and there was no doubt that our sexual compatibility was as strong as ever. I was confident that we would be able to work through any problems. It was good to see her wearing my rings again. I took all her things in storage out, and she was happy for this sign of our lives returning to the happy times we had experienced before Dick Hardy had entered our lives. With the divorce settlement we bought a beautiful home with a lake view and settled back into our former lives as students. We could never get those months back that Dick Hardy had stolen from us, but we were looking ahead to good lives being the best revenge.

Now, when I dream of Jeannie, it is almost always of happy times in the past, in the present, and in the future.