Chapter 1

Kevin and Jane's marriage had been going on a number of years in this direction. Ever since Kevin's promotion and their brand new purchase of a house in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town, life had become somewhat dull. The neighbors weren't extremely kind to Jane and since they didn't run in the same circles, her only two friends became the only two women in her same situation. Frances and Clair both were from the working rich, in their early 30's and little to do with the other usually older wive's social life. Clair had children and Frances her outside interests, so their days were taken up for major periods of the day. Jane was becoming bored and needed a release, from what she didn't know. Her sex life with Kevin was decent enough, but Jane had begun to feel a craving, a craving she hadn't felt in a very long time.

After dinner, she found Kevin reading the paper with the TV blaring and wished she could express in words what she wanted to say. Kevin looked up from the paper.

"What is it, honey?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you have that puppy dog look you get whenever you have a problem you can't figure out," he gestured for her to sit, "Tell daddy what its all about." She loved it when he was like this, wrapping his arms around her making her feel secure.

"It's just that I'm bored out of my mind." She looked up into his brown eyes. "I don't really know what to do around here."

"Well what do Claire and what's her name "Frances" do all day?"

"Claire has kids to watch and Frances, well she's not accessible. We don't have any kids." She brought her face up to his armpits, a little sniff. "I can't start getting bored, not around here, not after the last time. Maybe you could be a dear and take up where we left off, you know, before...

"For god's sake," Kevin moved away, "Not again. It's been three years now, I had thought you had out grown some of that." She moved closer.

"You know you loved it, even more than I..."

"Nobody loved it more than you," she moved her lips closer to his earlobe, "that's what happened, what's happened each time, you don't know where to stop, so we can't even begin"

I promise I'll be good," she purred, "I'll be especially good, especially to you."

Three weeks later and she was fulfilled, Kevin had taken care of her needs. It wasn't that she was some trailer trash; she was from good middle class stock, but every once in a while she had this unimaginative urge to become a complete and total slut. Sometimes the urge became overpowering and in her past she had stooped to levels of indecency that even made her blush as she recalled the exquisite feelings they brought her when she masturbated late at night. What Kevin hadn't understood was that it did not suddenly appear once every three years, but lay dormant inches from the surface, waiting for any little catalyst to set it off.

Tonight a catalyst was about to erupt, for tonight Kevin had decided to put a stop to all this, at least put her in a position of such embarrassment that she would never even think of doing such a thing again. He spoke to Frances, who seemed the most open minded of the lot and also the closer of the two to the elite set living in the neighborhood. He convinced her that it was a sort of joke that he wanted the two to come over while he play-acted a little scene with Jane. She snorted in disgust and told him to keep his dirty mind to himself. He asked to please not tell Jane since it was a surprise and she suggested, "We don't have to be there at all." Her voice was harsh. "All you have to do is put a blindfold on her and tell her that people are there. After all it's only a little scene."

She looked at Kevin with disapproval, and then smiled. "In fact, I'll help with a few of the details, since" she looked at him with sympathy, "you're such an empty headed little slut." Kevin turned to her "what?" "I asked if you had handcuffs?"

"Oh, no I have a little twine in the car, that should do it," he didn't want to tell her that over the years his wife had returned with hundreds of dollars on 'toys' in the past six years. She said hush and walked around aimlessly for several minutes. Kevin had never really noticed her legs before, and her ass, which wasn't all that bad. He felt himself growing, damn her whenever she gets like this she turns me into it too. This bulge did not go by unnoticed by Frances who smiled mischievously. She deliberately bent at the waist to retrieve what she was looking for.

"Here they are," she held a pair of panties out to him. "You can even use these to add an air of authentication to the event." She pulled on the elastic, "I've been wearing them all day." She looked at his bulge, then back at him, "These are for Jane, right?" her smirk grew, "I mean you aren't going to sniff the crotch of my panties as soon as you're out the door and then grab your fat cock and whack off into them, are you?"

Kevin began blushing, "Of course not, what kind of pervert do you think I am."

"The kind that comes to a neighbor's house and asks for a pair of her panties," she threw them in his face and he caught just the vague scent of her aroma before they fell to the floor. "I'm going to talk to Jane about this," she smiled as he bent to retrieve the panties, "just to make sure you really used them the way you say you are."

That night Kevin decided to play out the scene. After handcuffing and blindfolding Jane on her knees in the bed, he began telling her what would transpire, "In a few minutes several of our neighbors are coming over", he began stroking her lips through the leather panties, 'and they can see what a slut you really are. After that anyone in the neighborhood can have you any time they want you. You will be the slut of the block, any cock any pussy that's thrust in your face you will service. Is that what you want?"

She nodded her head yes. Kevin began moving furniture and telling people to have a seat. He was going to show them all what a slut she was. He had made a tape earlier of a party they had attended several weeks ago, a party that had started her juices going, although she could not put into words the feeling that emanated from her body when she was caught in that woman's gaze. A gaze like a cat playing with a mouse; he hit the remote button every so often. It was working he saw her ears perk up, and then she shifted uneasily, then she groaned when she heard Frances voice over the hum.

And Kevin was good for his word. Every disgusting thing he could think of he did to her. He jammed his cock down her throat, face fucking her until he was ready to shoot, then pulled out and sprayed her with his come as he verbally abused her in front of the crowd. When the spray hit her face there was a burp from the crowd and laughter and Jane decided she didn't want to play anymore.

She pleaded with Kevin but was only introduced to the aroma of a pussy in her face she went to lick it but it was pulled back and something else, an ass was there instead. "She'll even lick out the smelliest sweatiest asshole as well." Kevin said as he shoved his butt in her face.

Jane strained to hear the people, now she was petrified. The butt was removed from her face and a moment later a cock was being shoved cruelly into her pussy. Then she heard Barbara from down the street "Here let me help you with that". And a dildo was plunged into her rear. Jane lubricated quickly, the whole time Kevin seemed to be moving around the room as he verbalized everything. "Way to go Tim that's showing her. Thank you Babs, would another lady like a turn at her ass."

The humiliation Jane was suffering was the worst of her life, but when Kevin asked for a volunteer for the whipping, she felt a small heart attack brewing.

She felt the cane across her cheeks, differently than the way Kevin used it and was positive others were there. She was weeping pitifully now, her life over, any dignity she possessed gone. Then she heard something that began the eruption in the pit of her stomach, "Would someone quiet that bitch down?" it was Frances again, exactly a thing she would say. And when Kevin said feel free to quiet her yourself, pungent panties were stuffed into her mouth. At that point Jane doubled over and shot pussy juice across the room. It gushed out of her time and time again as she ejaculated. Then she passed out into a timeless sleep.

Jane slept long into the day. When she awoke Kevin was outside mowing the lawn. She made coffee and sat at the table thinking about last night. It had been the most unforgettable of her life. Thinking that the entire neighborhood of the stuck up golf set had seen her like that sent a shiver of revulsion through her. She did not know whether to leave for good or stay to her fate, but she knew she had to do something.

When Kevin came back in, he had a sheepish grin on his face. He went to her and held her, now seeing the depths of her depravity. He believed that she needed help. At dinner he broached the subject.

"I've been thinking about last night" he looked into her eyes, they were full of fear, "and I think you need help."

"Help, from what," she broke down crying, "to think all those people... I need to get away, we need to leave this place."

"It wasn't what you think," he couldn't eat, "I was just playing a role game with you. There really was no one there but me."

"Then how do you explain the voices," she sniffled, "I heard Barbara and Frances distinctly. And how do you explain these." She held up the panties.

"I stole them from Frances," he lied. "The other things were recordings that I made. I just wanted all of this to stop. I thought if I overdid it you would come back to your senses."

"And have I?" she seemed relieved. "Or will this just send me further."

"What do you think?"

"I think I never want to go through what I went through last night, ever ever again." But she spasmed as she said it and it echoed down there.

"Do you think we could get back to where we were before this," he didn't sound convinced, "or there are places that could help you with your problem."

"I don't think I have that problem anymore." She took his hand in hers. "Do you swear to me that no one else was there last night?"

"I swear."

While Kevin was at work Jane went over her feelings in depth. She had not only succumbed to the depravity she had become it. The thought of Frances jamming those used panties in her mouth had sent her to a place she had never been. She must be strong for Kevin, to show him that she could be the normal wife that he sought. She must exercise these demons, perhaps she could get along with Kevin helping her out every three months or so. She would have to ask him. She took her coffee upstairs and went to the hamper extracting the panties once again. She smelled the pungent aroma almost gone now. She jammed them to her face, feeling the naughty feelings welling inside. She stuck her tongue out and tasted, but she had sucked them dry the other night. The phone rang.

"Hello"

"Hello, Jane this is Frances," Jane shivered. Her voice emitted sensuality, smoky yet smooth. "I was wondering if you would like to come over for coffee."