BOOK 1 - JANICE INTO JAN, A METAMORPHOSIS

 

My Name is Michael Carter. My wife of twenty years is Janice Carter. This is a true story as best I can tell it.

I married my high school sweetheart, Janice, one month after we graduated from high school. Until the night after our wedding ceremony, Janice stayed a virgin. Oh sure we played around and got close several times while dating, but Janice always put the brakes on just in time to send me home with a raging case of blue balls. We often got naked and did everything except actual fucking.

Until we said, 'I do', she wouldn't say yes. I didn't even get to put my dick head in her. She would hold it and stroke it a little bit, and sometimes kiss the tip of my dick. Sometimes she would let me have a quick lick of her pussy, but that was it; never farther than that. For several months, I had a chronic case of lover's nuts.

After our wedding night, which was a magical night, by the way, we settled down into marital bliss. I was working for my uncle's trucking company and Janice went to business school. A wasted effort I thought at the time. As it turned out it was the best thing that could have happened to us.

I, being a hard, dedicated worker soon became indispensable to my uncle. After five years, I was managing the company for good ol' Unk. One day he announced he wanted to retire and I was shocked. I didn't know what I would do if he sold the company.

"I'll sell the company to you, Mike," he said. "I know you don't have enough money to buy me out-right so you can pay me monthly." I talked it over with Janice and we decided we could do it. Unk and I came to an agreement and suddenly I was the man with the hairy balls. The big boss. The head honcho.

If it hadn't been for Janice and her business education we would have gone under the first year. As it turned out, we paid my uncle off in two years instead of the four we planned on. Hard work and some very long hours paid big dividends.

While the company grew our family didn't grow at all. We fucked all over the house any and every time we had a few minutes, but Janice couldn't conceive for some obscure reason. That was a blow because I envisioned changing the sign and logos from Carter Trucking to Carter and Sons Trucking Company. After moping around for a few weeks, Janice and I came to terms with the problem and adjusted. Life went on.

The trucking company grew at a nice even pace. We managed to stay out of long-term debt mainly due to Janice's smarts. She worked just as long and as hard as I did. My uncle had been content to stay local, but I wanted to grow. With the purchase of two newer trucks, we went statewide and then became agents for a nation-wide trucking company.

One of Janice's hard and fast rules was no long-term debt so we always bought good used trucks and paid them off quickly. It was ten years before we bought the first new truck. The company grew and we prospered.

On the home front, things were just as great. Janice, from wedding night on, proved to be a sexual whirlwind. She was ready or ready to get ready for sex at any time. Whirlwind? I should have said sexual cyclone.

For nineteen years, Janice was the very model of a modest proper lady everywhere outside our house. She never wore provocative clothing and it was almost as if she didn't want any skin exposed to anyone...except me and that had to happen in private. It reminds me of that country song. When she gets behind closed doors, then she lets her hair hang down. That was my Janice.

I should attempt to describe Janice. As a teen-age girl she was beautiful. Yeah, I know boyfriends and husbands are supposed to think that, but it is nothing less than a fact about Janice. Drop dead gorgeous was what some boys, and later men, said.

Janice got prettier as she matured. I got older, but she got better. Her youthful 34C boobs grew into a great rack of 36D. Of course, she got a tiny bit thick around her middle and of course her boobs sag a little. Tits that big have to sag unless they have been enhanced and Janice is all-natural. Her breast don't fall to her waist and even with a few pounds extra she still has curves and she still looks damned good.

Behind our closed door there was nothing she wouldn't do. We had played at oral sex before we got married and soon afterward, we got serious about it. Janice was and is a natural cock-sucker. She loves to suck my cock and can actually have an orgasm from sucking me. Janice also loves for me to go down on her and I have spent many happy hours with my head between her legs.

When I cautiously suggested anal sex, she quickly got on her knees and spread her ass cheeks for me. That, like everything else, she loved. Anal sex, like almost everything, would cause her to climax. Janice was hot, Hot, HOT!

Once she found a belly dancing instruction tape at a garage sale and she spent a lot of time practicing the dance. At first she wore a cut-off tee shirt and shorts until she found a cheap little outfit in a secondhand store. It was actually just a bikini with some gauzy material. I asked her to dance for me topless and she did. When I asked her to dance nude she did. Nude except for a string of tiny bells around her waist. I suggested it would be sexy if she had bells on her nipples and she manufactured a set of nipple bells. Sometimes at the office, under her ultra-conservative clothing, she would wear the nipple bells. When no one was around, she would bounce her big tits and make the little bells ring and we would laugh at our little secret.

I guess we had been married about ten years when I introduced some X-rated movies. I've read that there are only two kinds of people when it comes to pron. They hate it or they love it. Janice took one look and loved the porn. Usually when we were watching a fuck flick Janice would become the aggressor and that was always a nice change.

Over the years there were many changes in our lives. When the company started to do well we moved from our little "starter home" to a nicer one in a better neighborhood. Starter-home is real estate talk for little run-down shack in case you didn't know. We no longer drove a single old clunker, but we now each had a new vehicle to drive. The most important change was the fact we had money in the bank and some investments. Having a nest egg takes a lot of pressure off anyone and we were no exception.

As I said, Janice and I had been married for twenty years and for nineteen of them she was considered by most of the people who worked for us a cold fish. Miss Cool, and I overheard some of the dockworkers calling her Frosty the snow woman.

I noticed a change in Janice about a year ago. At first it wasn't anything major. Just little things. The day she wore a pair of shorts to the office was the first big deal. Her long smooth sun-tanned legs looked great and it was the first time anyone there had gotten a look at them. A few weeks after the shorts she wore a blouse to work that was super-sexy. Not see through exactly, but close and she displayed a lot of cleavage and Janice has a lot of cleavage.

A few weeks after the blouse incident, we went out to dinner and she shocked me by wearing a new cocktail dress that had a plunging neckline. I mean really plunging. It was obvious to anyone looking that she wasn't wearing a bra. And a lot of people looked including me.

Another unusual thing happened a few nights later. We had watched a hot fuck movie and Janice was hot and rearing to go.

"Mike, fuck me," she said aloud. I know my mouth dropped open. To my knowledge, she had never ever said that nasty word. I used it all the time. Fuck, like shit has so many applications I have to use them, but not Janice. "Stick that hard cock in my pussy and fuck me!" she demanded. Well, of course I did as she instructed but I was flabbergasted that she not only used the F word, but cock and pussy also. My sweet little wife was becoming quite the potty-mouth and I loved it.

Over the next few months, I noticed these and other changes, but I didn't comment on them. I just accepted them and watched to see what would happen next. What happened next nearly knocked my socks off.

***

The party:

 

"Mike," Janice said. We were getting ready for bed for the second time. The first time was for fun and now we were getting ready for bed to sleep, perchance to dream. "We should have a fourth of July party for the office staff."

"Okay, but why not for the warehousemen and dockworkers? What about the other teamsters?"

"Honey, we have over a hundred and twenty-five employees. If they all brought a date that's over two hundred-fifty people. Do you really want to spring for a party for that many people?"

"Some of them wouldn't bring a date," I said. I have no idea why I was discussing it. There was no way I wanted to attempt a party that big.

"Yes, some of them wouldn't. Some of them couldn't hire a date, but most would. There are twelve office workers and that's a manageable number. Of course we should invite Joy."

Good ol' Joy. I should explain Joy if I can but it's doubtful I'll be able. I always thought of Janice and Joy as exact opposites. Janice is tall and Joy is short. Janice is voluminous and Joy is slim. Janice has big knockers and Joy has mosquito bites for breasts. I know that because Joy flaunts her nonexistent tits every chance she gets. Joy is foulmouthed and Janice is not. Janice is demure and Joy is loud and an extrovert. I could never understand why they were friends because of their vast differences.

Joy was a sales rep for a container company we did business with. She called on us one day over five years previous and invited Janice to lunch. Janice went and after that, they became good friends.

"Invite Joy?" I said turning out the light. "Of course we should. What would a party be without Joy ,the whore?"

"Joy is not a whore," Janice said slapping my arm. "She's...well, she's a free spirit. Why don't you like Joy?"

The truth is I didn't dislike Joy. I'm a bit uncomfortable around her because she's such a sexy little thing. After we had the swimming pool installed it was Joy who was the first to take off her top and jump in. In spite of having tiny little tits she will show then with any provocation. Another thing, she uses the word fuck as much or more than I do and that makes me uncomfortable.

I had begun to suspect it was Joy's influence that was the cause of Janice's changes. I hadn't really given it a lot of thought. Joy and Janice were friends for almost five years and the changes were more recent so maybe I was wrong about that.

"Yeah, whores sell their pussy and I'm sure Joy gives it away," I said thinking slut fit her just as well. "Invite her by all means. If nothing else she'll liven up the party."

"I suppose you want me to plan and handle everything?" Janice said. Of course I did so I didn't answer her and soon I was off to dreamland.

***

Like everything Janice does she tackled the Fourth of July party with vigor and thought. Most of the office staff jumped at the idea of a pool party at the boss's house and why not? Drink his booze, eat his food, and piss in his swimming pool.

The ages of the office staff ranged from late sixty to teeny-bopper. Maude, the oldest had been there when my uncle started the company and I knew she wouldn't come to a pool party. I doubted Maude had ever owned a bathing suit.

Franklin would come. I hired Frank because he was a young black man and I felt the need for some balance. I didn't hire Frank because he was black. It wasn't a race thing. It was a gender thing. I wanted another man in the office because I was the only male there. As it turned out it was a wash. Frank was as gay as springtime. He was more feminine than most of the women in the office. Fortunately, he was a good bookkeeper so it wasn't a total loss. He was also a gossip. He knew everything that went on in the warehouse or the docks and told all.

"I ordered barbecue beef, pork, and chicken," I overheard Janice telling Joy on the phone. "I also ordered a keg of beer, a tub of slaw and potato salad. I'll have plenty of chips and dip so what else do we need?" Janice was inside in the den and I was on the patio looking at the pool to see if it needed chemicals. Actually, I was laying on a lounge drinking a beer and thinking about checking the pool. Janice fell silent so I assumed Joy was talking. That would fit her profile. Suddenly Janice laughed. "You'll have to furnish your own cock, Joy. I did not order any cock." Another silence then she said, "You'll have to take that up with Mike. I'm not his pimp...or is it madam? I never can keep them straight."

What the hell were they talking about? Had Joy said she wanted me or more specifically my cock? Now that was something else for me to think about. Not that I hadn't thought about laying the wood to that little vixen. Even amidst the uncomfortable feelings I harbored I had daydreamed about fucking her. That was giving rise to something else and Janice picked that moment to come out onto the patio. I set the cold beer bottle on my erection to cool it off.

"Who were you talking to?" I inquired.

"Joy," Janice said.

"What did she want?"

"I called her. We were discussing the party on Saturday. The pool is getting green. Do you need to shock it?"

"I could wag my dick at it," I said with a leer. "That might shock it." She laughed. "Or you could flash it and really shock it."

"Flash it? What do you mean?"

"Show it your tits," I said. The next thing I knew Janice was walking around the pool topless. I don't know if the pool was shocked, but I damn sure was. That cold bottle wasn't doing anything now. I was on the rise now big time.

"Hey, come over here and give your daddy some head," I called to her. That daddy remark was taking on a different meaning as I got older and she got younger looking.

"You want me to suck you?" Janice said approaching me making her big tits sway. "Out here in public?"

"It's not public," I countered. "No one could possibly see us except Mrs. Johnson and at eighty-five she's not likely to climb on something to look over the fence." Unzipped my shorts and released the dragon. At least it felt like an angry dragon.

"I just might suck that beautiful thing," Janice said kneeling down beside me and grasping my stiffened cock.

"Go ahead," I urged her.

"What's in it for me?" she teased. "What do I get out of it?"

"A mouthful of cum," I told her.

"Tempting, but I want equal treatment. I suck your cock and you eat my pussy. Deal?"

"Deal!" I said pulling her shorts down. "I'll even go first." I pulled her down beside me on the lounge and dove between her legs. As always Janice had a clean sweet taste. Eating her pussy was like licking a honey pot.

Somehow, I managed to get us into a sixty-nine position and she took my rigid cock like a baby takes a bottle. The mutual oral sex lasted for about ten minutes when Janice took my cock from her mouth and demanded loudly that I fuck her. A whisper would have done it.

I removed my wet face from her cunt and pulled her to the edge of the lounge. I rammed my cock in her slopping wet pussy and started fucking her. I fucked her long and hard and took my beautiful bride to two big orgasms before I unloaded my cum in her cunt.

"Oh fuck," I said. "That was good!"