The fallout fro[m] [f]ucking Janet [anal]

Thanks for the feedback guys. I’ll finish up this story here, kind of closing the trilogy, I guess.

After we partner swapped, I kind of felt that Amy wasn’t as into me. Maybe that was just my anxiety talking, but it felt like we were having less sex. To be honest, I had kind of hoped fucking Janet would cleanse her from my system, but it did the opposite. I was thinking about her naked body all the time, wondering if there was anyway to have sex with her again. Thinking about her tattoos, of touching them, feeling my cock slide into her tight asshole, wondering what her tits taste like. Ricardo was gone most of January and February on sales trips, so Janet was around constantly and while she and Amy acted normal together, I felt like I was spending all my time around the two of them trying to keep my focus on my wife and not her best friend.

Ricardo was around most weekends, and on one of them, the girls had gone to the gym or run an errand or something and he was hanging in my office as I was working when he asked me if things were different at all with Amy. I admitted that things seemed a little off.

“Yeah, with me and Janet too. She’s even more obsessed with anal. I bought her a dildo hoping it would help, but she wears a butt plug now most of the time and always wants me to shove my fingers in there during sex or even try anal sex again. And I’m just not down with the poop hole, you know?”

Clearly that wasn’t a problem for me. I was totally down with the poop hole, if it was Janet’s, and the conversation just fueled my desire/obsession for Janet.

That March, Amy’s dad got very sick and she took some time off from work to go back to her hometown. I wasn’t invited, since her parents didn’t know we were married, plus I was close to launching my shitty website business that would quickly fail.

A few weeks after Amy had left, there seemed to be no return in sight. When we talked, she was vague on his progress, and I assumed things were still bad. My website was launched but I already saw the major flaw that was going to keep it from being successful and was pretty upset about that. It was a Wednesday evening and Ricardo had been on the road since Monday, so it was the third night that Janet was crashing at my place.

It was around 3 am and I was tossing in bed, unable to sleep. I got up to get a drink of water. Really, I wanted to sneak a peek at Janet on the sofa, hoping that she had knocked her covers off (which she did regularly) and I could catch a glimpse of her rocking body. Then maybe I’d be horny enough to jerk off and maybe be able to sleep a few hours before work.

I got out of bed and walked slowly through the living room. Janet had closed the shades before she had gone to sleep so it was too dark to really catch a view of anything. Disappointed I continued on to the kitchen but almost had a heart attack when I heard a soft “hey Mike”.

I turned to the sofa. “Holy shit you scared the crap out of me!” I said, putting my hand to my chest.

I saw a dark shape sit up on the sofa. “Sorry, didn’t mean to,” Janet said. I was expecting her to tease me, but nothing came.

I moved to the sofa. “You ok?” The dark shape shook its head and stood up. Brushing past me, Janet moved to the light and turned it on. We both squinted in the light.

“I think Ricardo and I are done,” she said. Then she moved to me and we hugged while she cried. I promise I tried my best not to get a hard on but was unsuccessful. Thankfully my body was slightly twisted so Janet didn’t feel it.

Finally after about five or ten minutes, Janet’s crying came to a rolling stop. I moved out of the embrace and grabbed the tissue box from the bathroom. Janet nodded her thanks, blew her nose and moved to the kitchen. She came back with two glasses–”figured that’s why you were up”, she said–and we sat down on the sofa.

“Sorry about that,” Janet said with a laugh.

I shook my head. “No problem. What’s going on?”

“Jesus, what isn’t? I’m 99.9% sure that Ricardo is cheating on me with this bimbo who is his sales partner and two nights ago he said that corporate wanted him to move to a new sales area and he knows I can’t move right now.”

“Can’t you guys just do long distance?”

Janet shook her head. “No, it barely worked in college. It won’t work anymore.” Janet started crying again and I moved closer to hug her. When she was done, she thanked me and wiped her eyes.

“Speaking of, I hate to do this but you are in the same boat, bub.”

I looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Amy’s dad is basically better. You realize that, right? And she didn’t just take time off from work. She quit her job.”

“I don’t understand,” I stammered.

Janet told me that after we had partner swapped, Amy had reconnected with a boyfriend from high school who still lived in their hometown. Janet said that Amy had admitted getting hitched had been an impulsive mistake, in part because her parents would never approve of me. And this guy had been Amy’s “the one” from high school and she seemed to want him more than me. But she also hadn’t wanted to confront me about it, so she had basically run away.

My shitty month had just turned even worse. Now I was the one crying on a shoulder. Janet and I ended up talking the rest of the night, giving each other support.

I called Amy in the morning and we ended it. She came a few days later to pack up her stuff and she filed for divorce. Ricardo wasn’t answering my texts and Janet didn’t want to talk about him.

A week later, Janet woke me up in the middle of the night. “I had a bad dream, can I get in bed with you?” I of course agreed and Janet got under the covers and snuggled up to my side. I put my arm around her, her head resting on my shoulder.  She fell asleep in minutes, but I was awake for a few hours, feeling her warm body against mine, her breath on my neck. I just wanted to fuck her so badly.

A couple weeks of this went by. I thought it was silly that Janet was paying for her own place and staying overnight by me every night. I suggested she cancel her lease and take over the second bedroom, my (now unneeded) office. But she seemed hesitant to do that. So we continued the same pattern. She’d come by sometime in the evening, we’d eat together, watch TV together, joke together. I’d go to my room, she’d stay on the sofa but almost every night would end up in my bed, snuggling up against me.

On a warm June morning, I woke up to my alarm clock and realized we were spooning, my erection pressing against Janet’s ass. I moved immediately to turn off the alarm and slid off the bed to go to the bathroom.

Janet was awake too. She turned to me. “Looks like you’ve been awake for a while,” pointingly looking at my tented pants. I escaped to the bathroom, my face a crimson red. After waiting until my erection went down and peeing, I washed up and went back to the bedroom but Janet was gone. I got dressed and was surprised to find Janet waiting in the living room for me.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “That wasn’t nice.”

“It’s ok. We kid because we care,” I said.

Janet laughed and got off the sofa. “I know, but you’ve always been so nice and I just feel like shit right now. I bet you do too.” Janet  paused and stood in front of me. “Mike, will you fuck me in the ass?”

Sexy words have never been uttered in any language in the history of the world. I grabbed Janet and pulled her to me but she twisted away from me, reached into her night bag to get a small bottle of lube and practically bounced to the bedroom. I followed, my erection like a divining rod. Janet was pulling down her pj pants and panties and I grabbed her ass, grinding my dick between her cheeks.

She climbed onto the bed, her ass wiggling at me. I stripped and climbed on the bed after her, rubbing against her. She handed me the lube and I squirted it onto her ass and rubbed me fingers in it, like last time, and into her hole. Janet moaned and started fingering herself, as I got her all lubed up and slipped inside of her. I fucked her tight asshole until she came, once again slowing down to let her enjoy herself.

When I felt she had enough recovery time, I pulled out of her. “Flip over,” I commanded.

Janet shook her head. “I just want you back there,” she said.

“Flip over,” I said, more firmly. I grabbed her hip and helped her onto her back. She looked up with me with those beautiful blue eyes as I pushed her legs up and back, against her body. I slid back into her asshole, and she closed her eyes, purring.

Pushing my body against her legs, I felt her breasts for the first time. They were firm and wonderful. I caressed them as I pounded her ass hard. Janet kept her eyes closed, pressed against me, one hand fingering herself. I loved the feel of her muscular thighs against my stomach.

I didn’t last much longer, letting what felt like a huge load go. I stopped, to catch my breath, wanting to collapse next to Janet, to snuggle. But she grabbed my hand and guided it back to her butt. I leaned over tentatively, and when she didn’t stop me, kissed her breasts and tongued her nipples until she came to.

We laid next to each other, not speaking, until Janet gathered her stuff, and left without saying a word.

Later in the day I texted her asking if she wanted to talk about it. “No,” was her curt reply. I spent the rest of the day alternatively going over what happened and freaking out that I’d never see her again.

But that evening when I got home, Janet was there, sitting on the couch, waiting for me.

“Listen, Mike. I’m going to be totally honest with you. I like you as a friend, but that’s it. I’m not really attracted to you. But I like having sex with you, if that makes sense.”

“I like it too,” I mumbled, not able to look Janet in the eye.

“Yeah, well. So here’s what I think. We should continue doing it. We both are hurting but we also like it, so why not? I like you kissing my body, but nothing else. No oral, no PIV, no ‘I love you’s, OK? I’m not going to marry you, I just want us to have fun like we’ve always had as friends, but also have benefits, OK?”

Of course I agreed. How could I not? And of course I was in love with her. But those next twoish months were great. Janet got out of the lease on her own place and moved in with me. We shared a bed and it was bliss.

I’d often come home from work or out of the bedroom after shedding my work clothes, and Janet would be leaning over the table, pretending to read or something, wearing only a T-shirt. This was her favorite. I’d come up behind her, pull down my pants and start rubbing my cock against her butthole. Janet would push against me and hand be the lube she always seemed to have handy. After lubing her up, I’d penetrate, leaning over her and holding onto her great tits as if they were life preservers, kissing her neck and shoulders. Her orgasms were loud and powerful, and she always insisted on cleaning up any mess we made right there, her ass up in the air, still leaking lube and cum, making me want her again.

And then one day I came home from work and she had cleaned out her stuff. I got an email from her that she and Ricardo had reconciled and she was moving to be with him. She asked me not to make a big thing of it, so even though I wanted to, I didn’t, since I knew it be futile. I’m Facebook friends with her and Amy to this day. Janet and Ricardo didn’t last, but she’s with some other guy. And Amy married the high school sweetheart and has two kids. I’ve been married two more times now, because I’m either a romantic idiot or still trying to figure out how to be a normal person. I think the third time’s the charm. I enjoy the hell out of it, but I think about Janet a lot. But I guess that’s normal since she was my first crush.

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