It was several months after I spanked Jan before I saw either she or Kenny again. Kenny never emailed or called me, and since the softball season was over, I didn’t see him at the ball park, either. I reached for the phone to call him more than once, but each time I hung up the phone before I finished dialing.
I agonized over and over about it — about not hearing from him, I mean. Was I supposed to forget we were friends? Was I supposed to act like nothing ever happened? Was I supposed to disregard how I undressed his wife in front of him and spanked her, touching her intimately and then, before the night was over, finally fucking her? Yeah, okay, they asked me to do all that, but maybe they regretted it now.
I spent many a night stroking my cock remembering the things I had done to Jan, both in front of Kenny, and the things I did in the solitude of their bedroom when he couldn’t see. I didn’t feel guilty, no – that wasn’t it at all. I didn’t do anything he or she didn’t ask me to do. I was completely honest and forthcoming with both of them about what was going to happen that fateful night. I laid it all out before we did it. I never lied or misrepresented the way Jan was going to be treated or what was going to happen. So why hadn’t I heard from them?
I finally accepted the fact that perhaps they were ashamed of what they had done – of what they asked me to do and everything that happened that night. Maybe they were so guilt ridden and embarrassed they simply decided that our friendship had to end. I guess I could understand that, but it was hard to accept the fact that the price I would pay would stick with me longer than their shame would stick with them. I lost my friend, my best friend, and I didn’t like it.
Putting myself in Kenny’s shoes, though, I suppose it couldn’t be any other way. For a whole night, I pretty much owned his wife — in almost every carnal way possible. I embarrassed and humiliated her. I stripped her in front of her husband. I masturbated her. I took her wet panties off her and I kept them. I spanked her bottom and exposed her in the most lewd manner possible. I had her say those gut wrenching, but truthful things she always wanted to say. She was completely under my power that night and I knew exactly what she needed and what she wanted. Without exception, that night was her ultimate dream, desire and fantasy. Where I fucked up is when I made it all come true, exactly the way she wanted…. openly nasty, and, right in front of him.
It was the evening after Thanksgiving when I ran into Jan at the mall. Just the fact that I was at the mall was amazing in itself, since I hate those places and make an intentional effort never to go there. But, I needed to get my brother a Christmas gift and there was a store in the mall that had a particular gadget he wanted, so, off I went. After making my purchase at the check out, I turned around to see Jan standing there, no more than ten feet away, looking straight at me.
I don’t know how long we stood there looking at each other, but, every second was uncomfortable. I just knew all she wanted was for me to ignore her and leave the store, so that’s what I tried to do, much like a whipped dog would slink past his master to the safety of the doghouse.
Thinking I was going to safely make my exit without any kind of uncomfortable emotional delay, I turned to look back as I passed her and there she was, just five steps behind me. “Hey,” she said, “aren’t you even going to say hello?”
In the matter of an instant, I thought about all the possible things that could happen if I stopped. Maybe we would just exchange niceties, and finish with “it was nice to see you” and then it would be over. Knowing I would eventually have to face one of them, I prepared myself for the worst, stopped and turned to face her.
To say I was shocked when she hugged me warmly would be an understatement. The way her tiny frame latched on to me was more than a ‘How ya doing, neighbor’ hug. As the hug ended, she rubbed her hands up and down my sides and pulled herself back and looked up at me. “We thought you got abducted by aliens or something.” Jan said. “It’s been months. Where have you been?”
I was stunned to say the least. The look in her eyes was something I didn’t expect. It was, well…. friendly. I started to stutter something, but, she interrupted me saying “Hey, its okay. Come on, let’s go get some coffee and catch up.”
To this point, I hadn’t spoken five intelligible words to Jan, but she hooked her arm into mine and pulled me out of the store. “Why don’t you get me a black coffee and I’ll be right back,” she said, pointing to the food court, “I’m just going to run into the restroom for a sec. Promise you won’t leave?” I nodded and she smiled. With that, I watched her disappear into the restroom as I made my way into the food court.
After getting her coffee and a soft drink for me, I found a table and sat down. I saw her come out of the restroom with her cell phone up to her ear. I watched as she talked, her hands making animated motions as she spoke — even waving to me and holding up her index finger as if to say “I’ll be there in a minute.” I swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect.
She finished her call and closed up her phone as she walked toward me. “That was Kenny,” she said, “He said to tell you hello and he would call you in a few minutes. He’s in Memphis with the kids.”
Jan went on to tell me that Kenny’s grandfather had a mild heart attack several weeks ago and Kenny had been spending a lot of time there. This trip, he’d taken the kids with him since they were out of school for the Thanksgiving holiday, leaving Jan at home and would return Sunday evening.
She reached out and placed her hands on top of mine and said “It’s so nice to see you. So tell me, why haven’t you called?”
“Well,” I answered, “I had this impression you guys were avoiding me, so I didn’t press it. I thought maybe you decided the whole spanking thing wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
“What ever gave you that idea?” She asked.
“Jan, I never heard back from Kenny after that night, and it’s been a long time. I just thought maybe you wanted some space, that’s all.” I replied.
“Well, you were wrong.” She said. “We had a wonderful time that night. We both did! And I think you did, too. We just didn’t call because this thing came up with his grandfather and we got busy with kids and school and all that…. but, we’re not avoiding you at all. In fact,” she paused, “I just told Kenny I saw you in the store and, uh, we thought you might be interested in coming over for dinner tonight.”
“But, I thought he was in Memphis?” I asked.
“He is,” she answered, “I’m all by myself until they get back on Sunday. But, you can still come by. He said it was fine with him. How about it?”
About that time, my cell phone rang. I recognized Kenny’s number and looked up at Jan. “Go ahead and take it,” she said, as she stood up from the table, “I’m going to get some more coffee and some french fries. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I stuck my cell phone up to my ear and answered his call. Kenny told me all abut his grandfather and apologized for not getting back with me after the night I spanked and fucked his wife. He went on and on about how much better their sex life had been and how he was getting laid four or five times a week and how much more sexual and sensual Jan had been since her spanking. He talked so much I almost couldn’t get a word in. Then he dropped the bomb on me.
“Dude,” Kenny said, “listen, I’m not going to be back until Sunday and today’s only Friday. If you don’t have anything to do, why don’t you spend some time with Jan until I get back?”
“What?” I asked.
“Come on,” he answered, “you heard what I said. You haven’t found a girlfriend or something have you?”
“No.” I replied.
“Then, what’s the big deal?” Kenny said, then added, “She’s all for it. You can go over there for dinner and stay until I get home on Sunday.”
“Man, do you know how this sounds?” I asked.
“Of course.” Kenny answered. “Look, since you came over, we’ve both been talking about our fantasies and all the crazy shit that turn us on. I’ve been honest with her and she’s been honest with me. One thing we both want is for her to spend some time alone with you. Don’t be a pussy, man! She needs you to make her feel like that again. Consider it a reward.”
“A reward?” I inquired. “You know we did a lot of stuff that night.”
“Fuck, I know that!” Kenny replied. “But, this is the perfect time for her to have a little fun. I’m out of town and she’s all alone. She’s hot and horny, dude…. she wants you to make her do things and she wants your cock. ”
Kenny went on to tell me that they both were turned on by the idea of someone else fucking Jan and making her do ‘things’…. making her suck cock, cuming in her mouth, fucking her over the dining room table…. just about everything you can imagine. The problem was, they were too chicken to make it happen themselves. They didn’t know how to find someone they could trust and the whole idea of strangers seemed way too risky. Kenny confessed to me that he’d always fantasized about seeing another man pumping her in and out with a hard cock while she lies back with her legs wide open. He even told me they talked about going out to a bar to find someone to fuck her, but, they were too afraid to actually do it.