Dancing Jenny

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(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

Dancing Jenny

Dancing Jenny

Dan Rathman

Jenny and I had a perfect life together. Everything just went the way everyone wants their life to go. We had met in college. She worked for three years until Danny was born. Then she became a part-time stay at home mom, working mornings at the same job. She continued this for two years until Aisha was born. I was doing well at my job, the only hiccup was having to travel but this was only a few times a year. She continued dropping babies around every two years, resulting in Alex, Samantha, and James.

In spite of five children, and being in our mid-thirties, Jenny was still a beautiful woman. Perhaps not a runway beauty, but still gorgeous. Amazing after being with each other for fifteen years, including thirteen years of marriage we still made love most nights and some Saturday and Sunday mornings. Her 35D-23-35 body, butt-length black hair when she let it down, deep blue eyes, and luscious lips never failed to arouse my interest.

Suddenly, it was our thirteenth wedding anniversary. We left our children with my parents and had a wonderful evening planned. We had a delicious dinner at an upscale restaurant and then went to a club with live music. The club was very popular and the parking lot was full forcing me to park at the far end probably two hundred feet from the club. At the club we had drinks and chatted about what a wonderful ride we had enjoyed the last fifteen years. Soon the band was starting to play.

We danced a couple of dances and then sat down. Almost immediately guys were stopping by and asking her to dance. I think she could have danced every number with a different guy, but she started turning them down. That cooled things down a little for the band's first set. Then the second set started. A black guy asked her to dance. She agreed and actually danced two numbers. He got a little handsy and she returned to our table. The parade began again and she had to turn some of her admirers down. Finally, we moved to a less visible booth on the far side of the club from the dance floor and bar.

Again, that seemed to slow things down. Near the start of the third set another black guy asked her to dance and he also got a little familiar during a second dance, but when she returned to our booth he drifted away. The band was nearing the end of the third set when a third black guy asked her to dance. She danced with him for two dances even though he was a bit handsy. The third dance was slow and she finally had enough about half-way through and returned to our booth. He came over and apologized and asked if he could but us a round since it was our thirteenth wedding anniversary. We acquiesced. While he was gone, we decided that after this round of drinks we would leave. He brought back three drinks and asked if he could join us for a short while. Again, we had no reason not to, so we agreed. He was very interested in our home life with five children and asked to see pictures. He also asked questions about my job. He told us that his name was Jason and that he was a producer but it wasn't clear what he was producing.

For some reason, I started feeling drowsy. It seemed like this last round of drinks had hit me hard. I was a little confused about what was going on. Jenny also seemed a little slower and was slurring her words. I didn't think we had drunk to excess yet we seemed to be exhibiting the symptoms. Suddenly, Jason and the two black guys who had danced with Jenny earlier were helping us to leave. Apparently we were both a bit unsteady on our feet. We directed them to our car, although we were both having trouble standing. Jason said that Dennis would drive us home and that he and Jerome would follow in his car.

I wasn't happy about someone else driving my car but I wasn't in any condition to drive myself so I let him drive. I gave him our address. After a few blocks, I told him that it didn't seem we were going in the right direction and I told him so. He told me he had also been drinking although he was quite capable of driving and he was going the long way around to avoid any interest by the police.

I think Jenny and I both sort of dozed off then. When we awoke, we were pulling into a non-descript warehouse. Jerome opened a large overhead door and Dennis drove us in. Jason followed in his Escalade. There were some other large black men in the garage. They took me over to a chair and tied me up. I was unable to make any kind of credible resistance. We were in an open warehouse. Although there did appear to be some open office space. There was a van, our SUV, and Jason's Escalade parked inside. In addition, there was a bed and seven or eight straight chairs similar to the one I was tied to.

Jenny was sitting in another nearby chair, while the guys were lounging around while all of the guys except Jason were lounging around. The three new guys were leaning against our SUV or Jason's Escalade while Dennis and Jerome were seated, waiting for something to happen.

Jenny spoke in a low voice, "Dan, I'm scared."

I responded, "All I can say, Jenny, is that I love you very much and somehow we will survive this."

Jenny

It was on our thirteenth wedding anniversary that our life changed forever. We were in the middle of what had been a beautiful life. I met the most wonderful man in college. I knew almost from the beginning that Dan was the man for me, the love of my life. After college we moved to Suburban Dallas I worked for three years before Danny was born. Then I worked half-time two more years when Aisha was born. After than I became a full-time mother with two, then three, then four and finally, five lovely children. It was challenging at times to keep up with five children but Dan helped as much as he could and we both loved our live, each other, and our five children. After James was born, I had my tubes tied and our family was complete. We planned a great thirteenth wedding anniversary. I remember waving goodbye to our five children as we left them at Dan's parents' rural home. They stood as the most beautiful five stairsteps. I didn't know at the time how long it would be until I saw them again.

Our evening out went beautifully until this guy Jason must have put something in our drinks. We were somewhat out of it and didn't really resist as they kidnapped us and took us to an old warehouse in a somewhat run-down part of Dallas.

When we began to recover we were surround by five black men and Dan was tied up. The apparent ring leader, Jason, was nowhere to be found. The mystery was soon resolved. He came back with several bottles of beer. He handed me one and said, "Drink. It will help you perform better."

He handed the other beers to his five henchman, keeping one for himself. He added, "We'll take care of your husband after your performance."

He began asking me questions about our life together. I told him how much I loved Dan and our five children. He then went away for a while, coming back around twenty minutes later. He had two sets of cuffs with chains. He told Dan that he was going to release his hands but still secure him to the chair. Meanwhile I was having some strange feelings. My groin was tingling, even burning. I wanted Dan in the worst way. Jason took one set of manacles and wrapped them around Dan's neck attaching the cuffs to the back of the chair. The other set of manacles he attached to Dan's ankles and rungs in the base of the chair. He then removed the ropes. He went away again, this time returning with eight beers, so that everyone, including Dan and me, had a beer. The only thing worse than my thirst was my horniness.

Jason told me, "It's time for you to show us what you've got! You're going to dance for us. During your dance, you're going to take your clothes off!"

He brandished a large monkey wrench. He said, "I probably don't need to say it, but if you don't do as we ask, hubby here will pay the price. One whack with this, and it will be months before he can walk again. Need I say more?"

I looked at the love of my life and knew I had to do as they asked. I replied to Jason's explicit threat, "No, Jason. You've made yourself very clear."

He turned on the radio in the Escalade and started playing a fast rock and roll song. He ordered, "Start dancing."

The strange thing was that I wanted to dance. I wanted to shake my booty. I wanted to perform for all the guys here. As I started to shake my boobs and butt, I wanted to take my clothes off and dance nude for Dan and our black tormenters. I danced close to Dan as I unfastened the back of my dress. I moved in front of Jason to slide the dress down my body and onto the floor. I continued shimmying my body as I unfastened my bra and let it slide to the ground. I kicked my shoes off. I stuck my foot out for Jason to pull my stocking off. I stuck my other foot in Dennis's lap for him to pull my other stocking off. I teased them with the waistband of my panties as I jiggled my tits at them. I let Jerome pull my panties down over my buttocks and shook my booty as they slid to the ground. I noticed that Jason had pulled his big black cock out of his pants. It seemed appropriate for me to bestow a kiss on it. I sucked it a few times and it must have been at least nine inches long with a seven or eight inch girth. He only said, "You know what to do next, Jenny!"

I was eager to find out what it would feel like to have that monster sliding in and out of my love canal. My focus narrowed upon Jason's beautiful cock. I straddled his lap and rubbed my slit back and forth. I don't remember ever being so wet in my whole life. I began to slowly slide his beautiful black manhood into my pink pussy. I had to go slow so my sheath could stretch to accommodate his fantastic size. But oh God, did it ever feel good. Soon, I was bouncing up and down on it, exclaiming, "Oh, Jason! It's so good! Fuck my white pussy! Fuck me hard!"

This was my first cock other than Dan's since our marriage, but oh God, was it a good one. I soon forgot Dan and the other black men. All I wanted was Jason's pussy pleaser filling my sheath. Soon I was screaming, "Ohmigod! I'm cumming!"

After a brief pause to let me regain some of my composure, Jason commanded, "Turn around, bitch!"

I turned around. As I impaled myself again, I could see Dan's horrified face, and his cock-caused tent in his pants. I exulted in my audience of my darling hubby and five black onlookers as I fucked Jason like there was no tomorrow. I came again, loudly proclaiming, "I'm cumming again! You cock is good, Jason!"

Jason ordered, "Get on your hands and knees, whore!"

Dennis quickly laid down a blanket for me, and I followed Jason's instruction, arching my back for Jason's easy access to my dripping vagi. He pounded me for another few minutes as I looked from one excited black face to another. I had one last convulsive climax as I felt Jason's cum cascading against the walls of my love canal. After I stopped screaming, Jason directed me, "Dennis has got something for you. Before you start sucking give him a little Dancing Jenny."

I shook my booty for him, as cum dribbled down my legs. I wiggled my breasts. I shimmied with my whole body. Then I pounced on Dennis' ready and waiting maleness. He was already hard so I was just providing some lubrication when I sucked and licked his dick. Again I straddled his lap and impaled myself. Even though he wasn't quite as large as Jason, it still felt fantastic for him to slide into my most private parts. "Oh damn! That's so good," I crooned as I filled myself up with his black joy stick.

If anything this was better than with Jason. I quickly screwed myself to orgasm. He ordered me, "Turn it around, slut!"

I quickly complied, I managed to get in two convulsive climaxes before I felt his baby juice spurting against my vagi walls. I cried out, "Oh, Dennis, you're so good!"

I quickly marched over to Jerome and gave him a few shimmies to shouts of "Dancing Jenny's doing her thing!"

Dan

I had never seen a more sexy Jenny as I watched her fucking her black stallions. I wished she hadn't been quite so enthusiastic. That was making me think that I was watching the end of a wonderful marriage. My little man seemed to be enjoying the show as much as any of the other participants in her debauchery. As she went from man to man, her pleasure seemed to be increasing. This was beyond any porn I had ever seen. Her joy seemed boundless. Finally as she was being fucked missionary style by the sixth and last guy, I think Harry was his name, I felt glad that our ordeal was nearing its end. I continued to think that until Jason told Dennis to get the lube out. When Harry finished, Jason told her to take an empty chair. She sat down beside him. Jason ordered, "Al, get us another round of beers.

He went to the rear of the Escalade and produced another round. Jason asked Jenny, "Well, Dancing Jenny, have you enjoyed yourself so far?"

She glanced at me before smiling at Jason and replying, "This has been the best night of my life."

Jason said, "Then you don't mind that it's not even half-time yet."

Enthusiasm was evident in her response, "What's next, big boy?"

Jason told her, "You need to stick your ass up, so Dennis can lube it?"

She quickly knelt on the floor, bracing her upper body on the chair seat, and arching her back to maximize the exposure of her anus. Dennis quickly began lubing her ass and alternately applying the lube to his cock. After a few minutes, Dennis smacked her butt, saying, "All done!"

She turned around and crawled on top of Jason's body, which was lying supine on the blanket. She impaled herself and then arched her back, patiently waiting for Dennis's entry into her anal cavity. As I watched my marriage go up in flames she seemed to be having repeated orgasms as Dennis slammed into her butt over and over again.

This set the tone for the remainder of the night. It seemed that his crew not only wanted seconds of my bride, but thirds, as well. They even dropped a few loads down her throat, as well as repeatedly dosing her ass and cunt.

Finally, Jason called a halt. He undid my bonds, and then asked Jenny, "Do you want to go home with hubby, or do you want to stay and be my whore?"

She grabbed Jason's cock through his pants and stated unequivocally, "I want more of this! Sorry, Dan, I have to have more of this black cock."

Jason explained, "Jenny, you need to get some sleep, as you'll be doing a show tonight and pulling a long train."

Then he looked at me, "Are you still here? Our Dancing Jenny has made what she wants clear. Drive safely on your way home!"

It was clearly time for me to get out of Dodge. A year later and a year of childcare from a nanny/servant, I divorced her on grounds of abandonment. I knew it was time to go on to a new life without the love of my life and the mother of my children.

Two years later, I met Betsy, a 30-year old divorced mother of three.

She wasn't quite the looker that Jenny was, but she was every bit as passionate once our eight kids were in bed and the lights were out. She told me she wasn't on birth control and she didn't feel like our family was complete. With eight kids and more on the way, we retained both of our nannies. After our yours, mine, and ours batch reached eleven children, we decided that was enough, and she had her tubes tied.

We looked forward to a retirement of cruising the seven seas and we hoped visiting our many grandchildren as well as our children.

Epilogue:

Dan

Seven years after my marriage to Betsy, Jenny was a distant memory with mixed emotions. Betsy and I were very happy.

One night I went to the bachelor party for one of my subordinates. Our main activity was going to a strip club. The headliner, much to my surprise, was Jenny, stripping as 'Silver.' She came to our table and took a seat near me. She freely admitted that she was a forty-five year old stripper and escort, still with Jason, although Jason has other 'girls.' She looked to be fifty-five at least.

Then, she broke down. Almost immediately, a bouncer was there, ready to throw me out. "What's going on, buddy?" he asked, grabbing my arm.

I admitted, "I don't know. She's my ex-wife that I haven't seen in ten years."

He asked Jenny, "What is it, Silver?"

She replied, "I just need to talk to him for a few minutes," indicating me.

The bouncer released me and moved back toward his station near the door.

She said, "Dan, I don't want to disrupt anything, but I would like to see my children. It's probably better if they don't see me."

I asked her, "Do you need any help, Jenny?"

She responded, "No, I just want to see the children again. I miss you and them. I'm content with the life I have with Jason, but now that I've seen you, I'd like to see them. Not to interact, but just to see how they're growing up."

I said, "Let me talk to Betsy and we'll figure out something."

She looked at my ring finger. "Of course, I should have known you would have remarried by now. Are our kids all doing okay?"

I replied, "They're doing great. Lots of after school activities. It keeps Betsy and me on our toes. Would you like to see some pix?"

She said, "Oh, would I? If it's not too much trouble."

I pulled out my cell phone. I managed to find pictures of all five although I couldn't find any with just our children. She started crying, "Oh my babies. Oh my babies." Again, one of the bouncers hovered nearby.

She dried her tears with a napkin and asked, "Who are the other children? Some of them seem awfully young."

I explained, "Betsy brought three with her. Then we had three more together."

She exclaimed, "Ohmigod! You have eleven in your house, now!"

I told her, "Guilty as charged! Our current home is eight bedrooms with six and a half baths. The middle kids have to share. Danny and Betsy's eldest are going to college in the fall, so that'll allow us to spread out more."

She continued, "Let me know where and when I can see them. Here's my contact information."

She handed me a card and then went backstage. Our party broke up soon, and I went home. I discussed Jenny with Betsy. After I explained everything, Betsy said, "Of course, she can come to dinner Sunday night."

I told her, "That'll be all right but Jenny doesn't want the kids to know who she is. I don't think any of them will remember her."

She agreed, "That's probably for the best."

The Sunday dinner was without incident. After the introductions I had to remind Jenny which were hers. When she left, she told me, "You have done a great job with our kids. You are by far the finest man I have ever known. I don't regret the last ten years, but I wish I could have maintained more of a relationship with you and our children. Don't worry! I won't be contacting you or them anymore!"

I never saw her again. It was still hard to believe that after thirteen years of marriage she was converted to a whore in one night. Perhaps she was content. I felt sorry for her. I didn't want to know what would happen to her when she was too old to practice her trades anymore in five or ten years. I suspected that Jason's retirement system for old whores was far from ideal. More than likely, there wasn't one.