CHAPTER ONE

 

From where I sat in my car I could see the building. I watched my wife and two men go into the building nearly an hour ago, but no other activity. Why was I spying on my wife? Damned good question and the answer is complicated. My name is Jack Miller and my wife's name is Jan.

It started about a month ago, I think. It was a series of little things that got my attention. Jan, my wife of eight years started acting funny. As I said, it was little things. Late for dinner when she had no apparent reason. Working late a lot. Acting preoccupied and withdrawn. Jan just seemed different.

Two years ago I opened my own investment business and Jan agreed that she should continue to work until the business was better established. It wasn't unusual for Jan to travel with her job, but lately she seemed to be doing a lot more than normal. Until a few months ago she never had to travel on weekends, but that suddenly changed and she seemed to be worn-out when she got home.

None of these thing by themselves were noteworthy, but then the strange calls started. Jan has her own line with an answering machine and I never checked her machine. It wasn't any of my business, I thought. Last Thursday night I was looking for a ballpoint pen that worked and I went into her office to see if she had one. While I searched the phone rang and the machine picked up. A male voice said, "Jan, be at 1239 East Street, Friday night at seven o'clock." The caller hung up. I thought that was a weird call and I hit the rewind to listen again. The call that I had just heard was the third call on the tape or whatever is in the machine. The first call, the same voice as best I could tell, said, "Doghouse at seven." The second message said, "Evan's at eight, dress down." I had no way to tell how long the messages had been on the machine.

I left Jan's office highly perplexed, but finally decided that it was business calls and put them out of my mind. I wouldn't have given it any more thought if I hadn't of accidentally picked up a throw-away magazine that advertised the strip joints and video arcades and that type of adult businesses. The ad for the Doghouse caught my eye. The Doghouse apparently was a tittie bar on the east side of town. I recalled the message on Jan's answering machine that mentioned "Doghouse." I remember laughing at myself. What was I thinking? What would Jan be doing at a tittie bar?

Jan isn't what I'd call a prude. In fact she is very inventive in our bedroom. I guess we have tried everything a man and a woman can do, at one time or another. Jan and I married right out of high school. We took turns going to college over the next six years. Jan was a knockout in high school. She works out a couple time a week and looks better now than she ever did. Jan fills out her 36C bra very nicely and while a bit on the petite side, has a killer body.

During the next few weeks I began to harbor suspicions. I tried to put them out of my mind, but it was hopeless. The thoughts were there and I couldn't ignore them.

I started checking up on Jan. On Tuesday of last week when she announced that she had to go out of town overnight, I followed her. My sweet little wife did not go out of town. She went to a motel at the outskirts of town and checked in. It hit me like a sledgehammer. My wife was cheating on me!

The next evening when she got home I gave her several opportunities to confess and tell me what was going on, to no avail. I followed her on Friday night and she went to that tittie bar, the Doghouse. I waited outside and she came out after about half an hour. She was with a black man and they walked down the street to the corner and caught a cab. I followed them to the Midtown Hotel where they went in and disappeared. I was sick to my stomach and frankly I didn't know what to do.

Now it was Saturday night and I sat in my car watching the building where Jan and the two men were. I was so mad and hurt I wasn't thinking straight. I knew I wasn't, but I really didn't care anymore. I put the car in gear and drove toward the building. Somebody was going to get hurt tonight.

CHAPTER TWO

 

It was a concrete block building that had been a gas station at some point in the past. The pump island was still there but the garage doors had been blocked up and the large windows were now small residential type windows. I parked next door at a closed dry cleaner, got my pistol out of the glove box, and made my way on foot to the back of the place. Lights were showing from the back windows and I silently crept to one and peered in. The window was open a couple of inches.

I guess I should have been prepared for what I saw, but I wasn't. It shocked me to my very core. Jan was on her hands and knees on a low table and a fat white guy was pounding her from behind. She was holding on to the edge of the table because the fat slob was slamming into her hard, causing her tits to swing back and forward. I looked around the room and saw another man. He was a black guy and sitting in a chair stroking his cock as he watched the fat guy fuck my wife.

"Hurry up, man," the black guy said. "I want to fuck the bitch at least one more time before Dog gets here."

"Keep your shirt on," the white guy said huffing and puffing. "Oh yeah you ain't got a shirt on do you? Hey you hog, you done fucked her twice. Give me a break."

"Yeah, but I want to pop her ass before we have to go. Dog said he was coming at eleven and it nearly that now, so get to fuckin'."

"Maybe this cunt don't want that black dick in her ass," the white guy said. He had slowed his action down, but was still hammering Jan hard.

"Don't matter what she wants," the black dude said. "Dog told her to let us fuck her and she ain't got no say in it. Do you, whore?" Jan didn't answer him, but shook her head in the negative. "You want my cock in your ass don't you?

Jan didn't answer him and the white guy reached around her and grabbed both nipples and pulled them in the opposite direction, causing Jan to yell out in pain. "Answer the man, cunt," he said grinning. "The man wants to know if you want his cock in your ass."

"Yes," Jan said. "That's fine."

"What's fine?" white guy said. "Tell the man what he wants to know."

"I want his cock in my ass," Jan said raising her voice. She was flushed and I could tell she was nearing an orgasm. I could always tell when she was about to come.

The fat guy pulled his cock out of my wife. Jan gasped as he did. He pulled her off of the table and lay back on it. "Get on, honey," he told Jan. "Ride the pony. Me and Abe is going to double up on you. How about me in your cunt and Abe in your ass. You like that?"

"Yes," Jan said climbing up over the man. "Give me both cocks."

The black man, Abe I assumed, came over behind them and waited until Jan had gotten the fat guy's dick in her before he shoved his cock into her ass. Jan squealed and for a moment I was tempted to open the window the rest of the way and shoot both of the fuckers. I was actually reaching for the window when I realized that it was not a squeal of pain, but one of pleasure. Now I didn't know who I wanted to kill.

"God, she's tight!" the black guy said. "Dog has some prime pussy here."

"Yeah man," the fat guy said huffing and puffing, "Fuckin' cunt is going to kill me."

"What a way to go, huh?" the black man said. "You like this, Jan?"

"God yes!" my wife yelled out, "Keep fucking me, damn you!"

"Hell, cunt," Abe said laughing, "This is just a warm up for Dog. He'll be along later to fuck you. Wouldn't be surprised if he don't bring a couple buddies to hose you too. What do you think about that? You like Dog's big fat cock?"

"I love it!" Jan screeched. She was having what she called a jumbo orgasm. I slid down below the window and didn't know if I wanted to puke or cry...or both. My wife was a whore and she obviously was enjoying it.