Jolene By Big Brother Alan - BigBrother-Alan@earthlink.net My wife's new friend Jolene makes me her bitch I admit it. I cheated on my wife. We've been married for ten years and her constant clinginess drove me to seek a change of pace. It was like I had no privacy. Danielle had to be with me every waking moment. I couldn't go out without her. I couldn't watch TV or goof around on my computer or read a book that she wasn't sidling up next to me. She works the night shift at her hospital and she would call me several times; once at about midnight and again when she knew my clock was waking me up to go to work. Some nights, she would wake me at three or four. I always felt she was checking to see if I was still at home. And then she would call me at work several times. After she came home and slept a while she would wake up just to call me. It was her sweetness and love for me and all that but let me tell you, I felt so totally closed in and chained down it was driving me crazy. So I cheated on her. It was stupid of course, because I really do love her. We enjoyed each other sexually. And she is a very giving and kind woman. She thinks of me first and foremost but she often told me she just wants to be a tiny little woman so she can get in my shirt pocket and be with me always and everywhere. So I fucked a woman I know at work. Patti was her name. It was only once and I didn't even enjoy it that much. We flirted a bit and she asked me if I wanted to take our lunch break outside. We went to her van and the next thing you know, we were in the back rutting and sweaty. I was filled with guilt the entire time and I tried my best to let her know I thought we'd made a mistake. She listened to me carefully, nodding her head and agreeing with me, but I could tell she was going to go mental on me. And she did. She made a huge scene back in the office. Everyone, and I mean everyone in the company knew I had fucked her. I found out later she was bipolar and was heavily medicated. She even took lithium for God's sake. Danielle found out, as I knew she would. She was hurt. She cried and threatened divorce and she threw her own tantrums but I pleaded with her to forgive me. We spent many long hours talking about what was wrong in our marriage. I came right out and said I was wrong. I said that she had done nothing to deserve my infidelity. I didn't feel like it would help to rationalize my behavior so I fell on my sword and put my fate in her hands. The truth is that I really did love her despite her neediness. Hurting her made me forget most of the reasons that drove me to seek the arms of another woman. In fact, compared to my behavior, Danielle's seemed sweet and loving and innocent. But she did agree to give me another chance and something good came out of it. She agreed to give me a bit of breathing room. She had never made other friends, not even girlfriends, so she agreed that maybe if she broadened her social circle she wouldn't feel so alone when she wasn't by my side. To this end she made a friend named Jolene. It might help here to describe us all. Danielle is petite. She's like a china doll, very thin, very short, very feminine. She weighs just over a hundred pounds and if she cut her hair off she might even weigh under a hundred. She has a sweet little body and she looks great in a bikini. Her skin is very white but she doesn't tan or burn at the beach. In fact, her skin is one of her best features. It is so smooth and clear, she hardly wears any makeup at all. I'm not a big guy either. Re-reading what I've written so far, I think I may have left the impression that I'm some kind of stud. Believe me, I'm not. When I'm wet I weigh one hundred fifty. But I'm not a bantam rooster like some guys my size. I never suffer from the delusion that I could whip the biggest guy in the bar. I never suffer the delusion that I could whip any guy in the bar. Sheepishly, I'll admit that there are many girls in the bar who could whip my ass. I'm a smart guy and one who can hold a witty conversation. And I'm handsome enough, I guess. But big and beefy I'm not. Jolene, on the other hand. . . Jolene. . . The first time I met Jolene I was kind of dumbstruck. She's kind of attractive and she has an okay figure but seeing her stand next to my petite wife I was taken back by the oddity of it. Jolene is six feet tall and I would guess she weighs one sixty-five or one seventy. She's neither fat nor muscle-bound. Big-boned would be a good way to describe Jolene. She is pleasant to talk to and she has a nice smile and a hearty laugh. Her skin is olive and always looks tanned. Since getting to know her (and since seeing her in a bikini) I can say she doesn't look like any other girl I've ever known. She has smallish breasts and her waist isn't tiny and thin compared to her hips. But even still, she looks good. She isn't flabby at all. She is toned and strong. She has a clumsy kind of femininity about her and my first thought, that she was a lesbian, evaporated quickly. Danielle and Jolene seemed to hit it off. They became best friends. It was good to see the two of them talking together about girl stuff. I would find them whispering together and they would make a big show of clamming up as they both looked at me and said, "Move along now. We're just talking about boys. Nothing to see here." I was happy for a change. I had my space. Our sex life was as active and enjoyable as ever. And Danielle seemed to be growing emotionally and socially. I wasn't the least surprised when Danielle gave Jolene keys to our house. She spent a lot of time with us and even helped out with gardening and yard work and meals. Jolene was becoming very much like a sister to us and it just seemed natural to plan our cookouts or movie rentals or weekends with Jolene in mind. But things were about to change. One night, after Danielle had gone to work and I had gone to bed, I heard Jolene unlocking the front door. She came in and I lay my head back down to go to sleep. I was a little surprised when Jolene opened my door and entered my dark bedroom. "Jolene, what's the matter?" I asked her. "Nothing's the matter, Blair. I just wanted to talk to you." Um, okay, I thought. This was strange. I turned on my light and sat up in bed with the sheets pulled to the middle of my belly. Jolene sat on the edge next to me, bumping my legs toward the middle to make room for herself. She put one hand on my leg but she didn't immediately say anything. "Really, Jolene. What's wrong? Are you all right?" She still hesitated and I was starting to get worried. I didn't know her to have a boyfriend so I didn't think it was boy problems. I asked her if she had called Danielle and she told me that she had not. "I don't really know how to say this but. . ." I nodded to her encouragingly. "It's just. . . Blair, I want you." My jaw dropped. I was speechless and I stammered for a bit. "Jolene, you know I love you and all but. . . but I don't think Danielle would. . . And you know I don't want to mess my marriage up. . . Honest, I'm truly, truly flattered that such a beautiful woman as you would find me attractive. . . but. . ." She acted like she hadn't heard a word I'd said. "I want you and. . . and there's nothing you can do about it." She leaned over to kiss me. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I backed up. I had come to think of Jolene as very attractive, even sexy in her own big-boned way. But I loved my wife and wanted nothing to do with this, this, thing that Jolene was trying to do. Jolene climbed on the bed as I leaned back. She grabbed my head and forcefully brought my head toward her and planted a big kiss on my mouth. I started to struggle and managed to roll over to the other side of the bed. I climbed out and stood there, my boxer shorts pulled slightly askew. She looked at me with a devilish grin on her face. "Oh, Blair. I'm going to have you whether you want me or not." She started to move around the foot of the bed to where I was. I know this sounds totally wimped out but I made a dash for the bathroom, which was close to my side of the bed. I didn't want to wrestle with Jolene and I thought that maybe I could lock her out and she would go away. I dashed inside and slammed the door shut but the instant I closed it and before I could lock it she bust right in after me. I was cornered. "Jolene, please. I don't want to fight with you. You need to think what you're doing and leave." "Oh, I have thought about this for a long time. I've wanted you very badly since I first met you." She moved toward me and I braced myself and started to push back to get out of the bathroom. She grabbed me around my waist and we struggled. I have never hit anyone in my life but I took a swing at her and just succeeded in wrapping my arm around her neck. She picked me up and like lightening laid me down on the cold bathroom floor. She sat on me and held my struggling arms over my head. "Blair, say you want me." Was she crazy? I started to wonder if she had been drinking or using drugs, I just struggled but to no avail. She was strong and she outweighed me. She leaned down to kiss me but I threw my head side to side to avoid her lips. "I like it that you are struggling." She released my hands and took my head instead. Despite all I could do with my flailing arms and fists, she kissed me hard on the mouth and I felt her tongue prying between my lips. She released my head and took my wrists again. "Blair, I want to feel your cock. But I want you to ask me to do it. I want you to say, 'Please, Jolene. Please give me a hand job.'" "Jolene, are you insane? I'm trying to save my marriage. I love my wife. I don't want you to touch me. I don't want to touch you. I want you to leave, now. What will Danielle say when I tell her about this?" "Oh, you won't tell her. Not after you ask me to give you a hand job." This girl was nuts. She was scaring me but not because I was afraid of her beating me up or forcing kisses upon me but because she sounded so psycho. There was no fucking way I was going to ask her to touch me. But she proved me wrong. She forced my arms to my side and straddled me backwards. She effectively pinned me and despite my struggles I couldn't throw her off. I felt her hands pulling at my boxer shorts. "Jolene, no." I struggled some more. She pulled them to my thighs, exposing my very limp dick. "Oh, I was hoping you were one of those guys who get aroused when they struggle." She touched me, lifting up my penis, but it felt like she was using only two fingers. "Blair, ask me to give you a hand job." "No, bitch. Get off me." She sighed and I was bracing myself for a fist in the balls. But instead, she reached up to the sink and pulled down the toothpaste. I heard the cap of the toothpaste bounce on the floor and I saw her elbows extend wide to her side. She dropped the toothpaste at her side and I heard her rubbing her hands together. "One more chance, Blair. Ask me to give you a hand job." I practically shouted at her to go to hell. And then she took my limp penis in her hands and rubbed toothpaste all over my dick. At first it just felt thick and sticky, but in about ten seconds I felt an unbelievable hot/cold sensation. It was burning me like crazy. She released my penis and I screamed in agony. As I was screaming, she reached up to the sink above her head and rinsed the toothpaste off her hands. I bucked and screamed but she held me down. The sensation on my penis was excruciating. It was sort of like what hot sauce feels like on your tongue and yet cold like menthol. My eyes were tearing up. "Oh, it won't hurt you, silly. You're screaming like a girl." Then, she took my penis in her wet hand and began stroking me. I was still flaccid and limp. There was no way I was going to stiffen up by this treatment. But wait. The motion of her hand made the burning stop. "Ask me for a hand job, Blair." "No. Jolene, get off me." She stopped stroking my penis and the burning immediately came back in full force. "Ask me, Blair." The sensation was awful. I didn't know how long I could take it. "Don't make me put more on you. I might put some on your balls this time." She began stroking me again and the pain subsided. "Ask me." I said nothing. She stopped again and reached for the toothpaste. "Wait. No. Don't put any more." I seriously did not want more on me. I never knew toothpaste would do that. She made her request one more time. Reluctantly, I said, "Yes. Do it. Make it stop." She began stroking me again. The pain stopped as long as she rubbed my cock up and down. Despite all my anger and all my humiliation and all my promises that I would never ask her to touch me, my penis began to stiffen from her attentions. I couldn't let that happen. "No. Stop. Jolene, don't do this. I don't want you to touch me." She stopped and the pain returned worse than ever. My erection of course stretched my skin and must have opened my pores and let even more of the menthol burn me. She squirted another dab on her palm and rubbed it into my stiff cock's skin. She also massaged it all over my scrotum. The new dose and the stretched skin and the added burning on my balls were too much. I screamed and tears covered my face. "Please stop. Do whatever you want." "Ask me nicely. Ask me to give you a hand job." I did as she demanded. Anything to make the burning go away. I asked her to please give me a hand job. After rinsing her hands in warm water, she stroked my penis with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. The pain subsided and my cock grew stiffer and before long despite the voice screaming in my head, I felt my orgasm coming on. She purred as I came in long powerful spurts. It felt glorious and electric the same time the guilt and shame and humiliation washed over me. What had I done? She let me go and I immediately got in the shower. The burning sensation of the toothpaste took about thirty minutes to go away but it did and I seemed to suffer no after-effects. While I was bathing, Jolene opened up the shower curtain and said, "Stop being shy. Stand up straight and face me. I want to look at you." Her hungry eyes devoured my body and her look lingered at my penis. "Keep bathing. I want to watch." This was getting worse. To keep the burning sensation from returning, I had to keep my hands on my penis. I'm sure to her it looked like I was masturbating. Finally, I was able to stop and turn off the water. She handed me a towel. "I'm leaving now. I won't say a thing to Danielle if you don't. Just remember. You asked me to give you a hand job." She left and I spent a sleepless night agonizing what to do. Should I tell Danielle? Would it end our marriage? Would she think I was lying? What would she think of me when she learned her best friend had so completely dominated me? In the end, I decided not to say anything. It was probably a mistake but I just couldn't see a good ending if I told her what happened. But my troubles weren't over. Two nights later, Jolene visited me again. Much the same thing happened but this time she chased me into the living room. After much struggling and a few good blows to her head, she managed to subdue me again. At least this time we were in the living room. If she got up to get the toothpaste I was making a run for the garage where I would get in the car and drive away. "It was a big mistake coming in here, Blair. There's no water for me to wash my hands off." She pulled from her pocket a tube of mint flavored baking soda toothpaste. She yanked off my shorts and lathered me up with a big glob. It was hard to believe but this stuff was even worse. My cock was screaming in pain. "Ask me for a blow job, Blair." No. Not that. A hand job was too much, but a blow job was out of the question. "I could rub you with my hands but they're covered with toothpaste. You'll need something wet. Ask me." The pain was horrible. She lifted my penis and began to rub my balls with it. "No. Not that. Do anything, just make the pain stop." "Ask me properly, Blair." "Jolene, please give me a blow job." I was desperate and willing to do anything to make the pain go away. She leaned over and scooted back. The loose cotton shorts covering her ass were right in my face. My arms were freed up a bit and I tried to get her off me but she just repositioned my arms, pinioning them in her bent knees. The delay made the pain grow. I felt like my cock was melting in acid. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. The relief was instantaneous. But my balls were still burning. "Spread your legs so I can get your balls." Oh, my god. I thought Danielle was pretty good at oral sex but she had never taken my balls in her mouth. When Jolene did it, not only did the pain there go away but my penis zipped to attention. The feeling of close danger - the awareness that with one sharp bite she could remove my balls - added a thrill of pleasure I had never experienced before. She was moving my balls around in her mouth, almost to the point of discomfort. One small nibble in the wrong place or one little suck too hard and I would feel pain shooting into my gut. But Jolene seemed to know just how roughly she could fondle my balls in her mouth. She held my stiffened penis tightly against my abdomen to get access to my balls and she could feel my pounding erection poking her neck. She switched back to my cock and brought me to an amazing orgasm. I shot cum into her mouth and she swallowed it and just kept on sucking. It was like my cock was a toothbrush and she was a clean freak. She sucked all the toothpaste off my balls and when she finished with me, I didn't feel any burning whatsoever. I didn't need to take a shower. I just lay there naked as she stood over me and said again, "I won't tell Danielle if you won't. But remember. You asked me for a blow job." I was having serious mixed feelings. Jolene had essentially raped me twice. I felt humiliated and ashamed and guilty. Mostly, I felt guilty. I enjoyed her mouth on my cock and on my balls too much. If she had really raped me, I should be outraged. I should be angry and I should want to get back at her, to have revenge. But instead, I wanted her to do it again. So I felt guilty. She continued to come to the house in the afternoons and evenings as if nothing had changed. She and Danielle continued on with their friendship like before. I wondered whether she had gotten her fill of me. But a few days later, I was awoken at three in the morning. Jolene had been very quiet and she was in my bed before I was awake. But I did awake with a start. "Jolene? Not again. This has to stop. I don't love you. I don't want you. Go away." "It's not about what you want or don't want, Blair. It's about what I want. And tonight, I want you to fuck me." "No way. Look you've forced me two times now but there's no way I'm going to fuck you. That is so far past the line and I'd rather tell Danielle than do that." She threw off the covers and ripped off my shorts. I was bouncing and bucking but Jolene was just too strong for me. It was then that I noticed she was naked too. She held me down and as girlish as this sounds I started to scream. She held her hand over my mouth and said, "Don't make me sit on your face, Blair. Now shut up and take it like a man." She began to rub me down with her usual treatment. I was not getting used to this toothpaste thing and it still burned me like torture. She let it soak in a bit and I felt the heat and the burning increase. "Ask me, Blair. Ask me to fuck you." Oh, God. This was becoming a nightmare. How did I find myself in this situation? The pain. I couldn't stand it much longer, so I whimperingly said, "Please, just make it stop. I'll do it. I'll fuck you. Will you please just fuck me and make the pain go away?" She turned around facing me. She slid down holding my wrists at my side as she took me into her mouth. The pain stopped and her warm wet mouth brought me an erection. I didn't want this. I honestly didn't want this. There was a small part of me that admitted I thought the hand job and the blow job weren't really sex. But having my erect penis inside her vagina was sex no matter how I sliced it. My cock became stiff as her mouth worked me around. When she deemed me hard enough, she rose, moved up, pinned my arms to my side and rubbed my cock on her pussy. No. This time I really did feel like she was raping me. She rubbed me back and forth along her lips, wetting them and getting aroused. She pulled my wrists up and held them over my head. I was powerless in her strong grip. She ran her pelvis up the length of my cock, bending me up against my stomach. When her pussy reached the end of my cock she wiggled onto me and then slowly worked her way over me, finally engulfing the tip of my penis between her labia. She was getting aroused already even though I was just barely inside her. There was still time to stop this. I hadn't fucked her yet, I thought. But she straightened up and plunged onto me, deep and to the hilt. That moment, that very instant, I felt violated. Feeling her slide onto my penis I thought I had an understanding of what women must feel like as their rapists' penis slides into them - the feeling that there is no privacy, no dignity, no control or choice. I felt raped for the first time. I felt more violated than at any other time in my life. But the pain stopped. Her warmth and her increasing wetness made the burning stop. "Say it again," she said. I heard myself repeating. "Jolene, please fuck me." "And what do you want?" she asked. "I want to fuck you too." And we did. She released my arms. There was nothing I could do to stop her. She had raped me. She was raping me. I asked her to do it. It felt good to fuck her. It made the pain go away and even though I was filled with a sadness that I had thoroughly and completely cheated on my wife - that I had been forced to cheat on my wife, to practically beg for it - my body was replacing Jolene's pain with her pleasure. She gave me pain and then her body took it away and gave me pleasure. We fucked that night. We both came in a powerful orgasm. But she seemed to hold all the cards. I didn't make good on my threat to tell Danielle. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Danielle. Sweet Danielle, whom I loved so much. Somehow I had brought this upon us with my stupid infidelity. Jolene continued being our friend, helping around the house and garden. She continued whispering and girl-talking with Danielle. And to keep Danielle from suspecting anything, despite the disgust I felt that Jolene was so totally violating our trust, I tried my best to act as though nothing had changed. Two nights later I was awake when Jolene came to me. I didn't fight or run or struggle. I didn't want any more of her torture. The damage had been done. She had raped me thoroughly. What was another? Why draw it out? I decided to just get it over with but she surprised me. "Blair, I don't want you to fuck me tonight. You need to save yourself for your wife. She'll suspect you if you can't make love to her. She's already noticed that your sex drive seems to have fallen off. So when she comes home in the morning I want you to fuck her brains out before you go to work. We usually didn't feel like we had time in the mornings because I needed to leave for work only ten minutes after she came home. But I would promise anything and do anything to make Jolene leave. Unfortunately, I regretted those words. "No, instead, I want you to please me with your tongue. But you can't get off till tomorrow morning." I was crestfallen and quite frankly, horrified. I honestly didn't lust after Jolene. Yes, she had brought me to several pleasurable orgasms, but that was my dick feeling pain and pleasure. I did not want my face in her pussy. Seeing the look of horror on my face, she said, "You can make this difficult or you can make it easy. Your choice. What'll it be?" Oh God. I wanted neither. My hesitation caused her to spring into action. She subdued me quickly. She was getting better and better at overpowering me. I was getting worse and worse at fending her off. She had me on the floor at the foot of the bed. She was straddling me and my arms were underneath my back in a most painful and twisted manner. She sat on my chest as she removed her clothes. Her top and bra came off, exposing her "A" cup breasts and tight, brown nipples. I don't remember seeing her breasts and nipples last time. Then her shoes and socks, followed by her cotton shorts and panties. She rotated her legs to straddle me, pulled my arms out and held them in the crooks of her bent knees. Her pussy was inches from my face. "Blair, don't make me rub you down. You know it's useless to struggle against me. Just be a good boy, ask me nicely if you can eat my pussy, and then, when I say that you can, do it. We'll finish our business, you can go to sleep and wait for your beautiful wife." I must have had an awful look on my face because she added. "There's no use fighting me. I'm going to have my way whether you like it or not. So just get used to the idea and save yourself the pain." I blinked my eyes tearfully and weakly nodded my head. "Ask me." Not wanting this at all, I reluctantly and fearfully said, "Jolene, can I lick you pussy?" "Oh, I don't know Blair. Maybe we shouldn't. What would your wife think?" She paused. "But if you ask me nicely, I suppose you might talk me into it." "Jolene, please may I taste your pussy? I want to lick you and eat you. I want to bring you pleasure." I was defeated and knew it. There was no use dragging it out with the dumb fake reluctance on her part. "Oh, okay, Blair. You talked me into it. I'll let you eat me. Just be careful." The more I looked up at her big body and her tanned dark skin and saw her dark labia and her dark curly pubic hair, the less I wanted this. I felt myself weakening and hesitating, so I closed my eyes and tried to close it all out. I parted my lips and reached my tongue out to her. I tasted her wetness and she purred at me. She grasped my head in her hands and pulled me up tighter against her. My tongue played around her labia until she told me to reach in deeper. I did as she commanded. She told me to explore everywhere I could reach. I did. She eventually led me to her clitoris and had me work it, her juices getting heavier. As she began to feel it she rocked her pelvis back and forth across my reaching tongue. After what seemed a long time, after her breathing increased and mounted, after her hips had been gyrating and squirming, she finally burst onto my face in a long, wet shuddering orgasm. I felt so used. She continued to grind herself against my face and mouth and nose as she milked out her orgasm for every drop. After the violent motions were over, she tensed up and squeezed me, holding my face tightly in place to let the memories of her pleasure wash over her. She left wordlessly. The next weeks and months passed in much the same way. She told me she expected oral pleasure three times a week and a fuck one time each week. On odd occasions and because it thrilled her, she would chase me down and rub her toothpaste over my cock to make me beg for her mouth or her pussy. She told me she expected me to fuck my wife three evenings a week before she went to work and two mornings a week when she came home. I felt like I was living in a simultaneous heaven and hell. She even began insisting that I lick Danielle's pussy on certain occasions. And she knew about it too. They talked between them about our sex. Danielle would tell her excitedly about the various things I was doing to her and Jolene knew when I didn't do something she told me to do. It only happened once and she made me regret my disobedience. I was forced to lick her anus as a result. Jolene would choreograph sex sessions for me to perform on Danielle. For instance, once she told me to bring Danielle to an orgasm with my tongue while Danielle lay on her back, then to fuck her hard and fast until I came inside her, and then without hesitating, to lie on my back and pull Danielle over me to lick her pussy clean of all my cum. I did as best I could, only deviating by hesitating before licking her clean. But Jolene knew all about it the next day. Danielle had told her everything, including how erotic she found it when I ate my own cum. This situation was becoming too hard. I couldn't continue much longer this way. After three agonizing weeks of this near constant rapes by Jolene and staged sex acts for Danielle, I finally told Jolene I was through. I said I no longer cared about the threat of Danielle finding out. "I never should have let so much time go by without telling her. I should have told her after that very first night. No more. You can do what you want to me but tomorrow I tell Danielle everything." Jolene didn't look shocked or surprised or angry. She just picked up her phone and dialed it. All I heard her say was, "Yes, that's right." She handed me the phone. I put it to my ear and said, "Hello?" Danielle's voice on the other end said, "Just do as she says. We'll all three talk in the morning when I come home." And she hung up. My jaw dropped. My head was spinning. I couldn't think straight or even hardly move. The next thing I knew, I was in bed and Jolene was sucking on my dick. I don't even remember getting here. I was still in mild shock when Danielle came home. I heard her calling my work to say I wasn't going in today. I was still lying in bed naked with Jolene's sex all over me, on my penis, my face and my breath. Danielle sat on one side of me with Jolene on the other, both looking down at me. I was still speechless. Hesitating as if trying to decide where to begin, Danielle made a decision to begin with her actions instead of her words. She leaned over and kissed Jolene fully and passionately on the mouth. I could see each of their tongues massaging the other as they parted their lips a bit. Jolene's hand reached into Danielle's blouse and cupped her breast. They separated and looked again at me. Then, they each leaned over and kissed my forehead and just got up and left me to my thoughts. They didn't say a word. Not until later that morning when I finally got out of bed and found them naked, making out in the hot tub. Jolene said, "Blair, go pour all of us a glass of wine and get in here with us. I could use someone to suck my toes and Danielle would like a back rub. If you're lucky you can watch us have sex." Danielle added, "And if you're even luckier, we can all three get into bed together."