Chapter 4

I woke up alone on Friday morning. After the confrontation of the night before I wondered how BJ was going to act when I saw her. I smelled coffee brewing so I knew she had not gone home. I took my shower and dressed for work and then went to get a cup of coffee. BJ was sitting at the kitchen table, eyes red and sipping a cup of coffee and she looked up at me when I came into the room.

"You'll have to change whatever plans you have made for the weekend."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"My period started this morning."

"No problem. That shouldn't interfere with us going out for dinner. I'll be home by five-thirty so be ready by six. I'll make the reservations when I get to work."

I poured some coffee in my travel mug, kissed her on the forehead and left her sitting at the kitchen table staring at the wall. I stopped at the door and turned to her, "Don't waste your time trying to find the tapes. I have most of them somewhere else."

BJ was waiting for me when I got home. She was wearing a black mini dress with black CFMs. I looked her up and down and said, "Very nice, very nice indeed. Only one thing wrong — lose the bra."

"Why?"

"Because it will make you look more like a slut. I want you to look like what you are — my slut!"

She started to say something, but then shrugged and took off the bra. Dinner was a quiet affair and even a bottle of Merlot didn't do much to loosen BJ up. She did show some signs of life when I pulled into the parking lot at the Hidden Place.

"What are we doing here?"

"You had so much fun dancing the last time we were here that I thought coming here might cheer you up."

"No, I don't think so. Can we just go home?"

"Nonsense sweetie. A few drinks, some dancing and you'll feel great."

The joint was jumping and I was lucky to get a table at all, let alone near the dance floor. It took three vodka tonics before I was able to get BJ out on the dance floor and then I kept her out there until the band took their break. BJ had another vodka tonic and by the time it was gone the band was back from their break and as they began the first song of their set a guy came up to the table and asked if he could dance with BJ. It was one of the guys who had had fun with her on my back seat the last time we were there. BJ didn't want to get up and dance, but I made her. While she was out on the dance floor the other two guys who had shared my back seat with her showed up and they had two other guys with them. They asked if they could join me and I said yes. Five minutes later BJ and her dance partner returned to the table and we cleared space for them. BJ looked at all the guys and then looked at me.

"I told them you were on the rag and they said no problem, that they would be just as happy getting blow jobs."

Her eyes pleaded with me, but I just pointed at her dance partner and said, "I suppose it is only fair to let him go first."

For the next two hours BJ made several trips to the parking lot and each of the five guys got a blow job. She was out in the parking lot giving one guy his second one of the night when a rather well dressed, middle aged man came up and sat down at the table. He introduced himself as the owner of the Hidden Place and asked me just what I was doing.

"I run an honest place and I will not have hookers working out of here."

"That's nice to hear, but you have nothing to worry about. BJ isn't charging a cent for what she's doing. For her it is a labor of love. You can ask any of the men she has gone out to the parking lot with."

"It still doesn't look good to the rest of my customers"

"Would it help you feel better about it if she was to give you a private showing? Say in your office?"

"Well I suppose I should ask her if she is getting paid or not."

"Fine. I'll bring her to your office as soon as she comes back in."

He left and I looked at the guys at the table, "Well, there you have it. I think that she is going to be busy for the rest of the evening. Maybe we can make it next weekend, okay?"

One of the guys handed me a slip of paper and I looked at it and saw that it was an address and a phone number. "I'm having a party at my place after closing. Stop by if you can."

When BJ came back I had a fresh drink waiting for her and I waited until she finished it before telling her I had some one I wanted her to meet. I walked her to the office, knocked on the door and then led her into the room.

"Frank here is worried that you are a hooker and he doesn't want hookers working out of his club. I told him that you don't charge, that you just love sucking cocks so why don't you give him a demonstration?"

BJ didn't leave Franks office until well after closing. While she was sucking off Frank one of the bouncers came in and she had to suck him. Then the bar manager came in and he got a shot at her mouth and he was followed by the bartender. Before it was over BJ had sucked off all of Frank's male employees — all six of them. One of the bouncers said, "She is one hot looking bitch. I'd sure like to fuck her."

"Sorry, she's on the rag this week."

"Hell, that sure don't bother me none."

"In that case, go ahead and help yourself."

"No, god damn it no!" cried BJ.

The bouncer ignored her, picked her up like a rag doll and laid her down on Frank's desk and fucked her while Frank stood next to the desk and fed her his cock for the third time that night. As we were leaving Frank said, "Drinks are on the house anytime you bring her in."

"You sir, have yourself a deal" I said as I shook his hand.

BJ was quiet as we drove out of the parking lot and I said, "Cheer up sweetie. The night is young and we have been invited to a party."

"Please, can't we just go home?"

"No sweetie, I know that the night hasn't been much fun for you and your jaw is probably sore so I need to do something to cheer you up."

I pulled up in front of the address I was given, "Come on sweetie, trust me on this, you are going to have a good time."

The host greeted us at the door, "Glad you could make it. The guys have all heard about your wife and they have been dying to meet her."

"Well, her jaw is sore from the work out she got at the Hidden Place, but if you don't mind a little blood on your dick you can fuck her. Or you can take her ass — she loves anal."

There were three girls and seven guys at the party and as far as the guys were concerned there were no brave souls wanting to get blood on their cocks so for two hours a steady procession of cocks made their way into BJ's nether portal. She moaned, she cried out and she begged and pleaded for more cock. I stood and watched, absolutely amazed at how big a cock slut she had become in less than a week. While I was watching BJ get her ass reamed one of the girls at the party came up and stood next to me watching.

"Your wife?"

"Nope."

"She's got rings."

"She's a wife, just not mine."

"God, I could never do anything like that."

I smiled at her and said, "Oh yes you could sweetie. Given the right set of circumstances I could have you doing what she is doing and loving it as much as she does."

"Oh man, you are one sick dude," she said as she walked away."

"Yeah, I know, ain't it great?"

It was six-thirty in the morning before the guys had had enough. BJ was so exhausted that I had to carry her out to the car. I took her to my place and ran a hot bath for her and let her soak for awhile and then I put her to bed. Seconds after I tucked her in she was snoring. And you know, after the great night I'd just given her the ungrateful cunt hadn't even said thank you?

BJ slept until two in the afternoon. I was out on the deck taking some sun when I heard her rattling around in the kitchen. I got up and went into the kitchen, got a dish towel and set it down on the kitchen table. Then I picked her up and set her down on the towel.

"What in the hell are you doing?"

"I'm not the least bit afraid of a little blood. I got all horny watching you last night, but you were too whipped to take care of me when we got home last night."

"You're telling me that you can't go a day or two without sex?"

"No, I'm not saying that. What I'm saying is that I don't have to."

I saw the little string hanging out of her pussy and I reached down and pulled on it. When the tampon came out I looked at it and laughed, "Besides, you need something larger than this in you anyway."

I fucked BJ there on the kitchen table and despite herself she liked it. Then I fixed her lunch and when she was done eating I fucked her a second time. When I was done I asked her what she wanted to do with the rest of the day and night.

"What? You are giving me a choice? What's the catch?"