I had only known him for a single day and yet I felt like I knew him. He was so well organized; it was purely Jackson-like to have an itemized list when he asked a girl for a date.

I considered the date a success even though he didn't make a serious effort to get in my panties. I had never met someone who was so much fun to talk to. It seemed like he just needed to get a little comfortable with someone to become very entertaining. He did ask me out for the next night. This time I managed to get in some serious necking in his car in front of the Pi Psi Pi house.

My next date with Jackson was Monday night. It had been a few days since I had been laid so Sunday afternoon I called Big Mike. He wanted to sign me up to work Friday or Saturday night; I told him I just wanted to get some big black cock. He told me he could take care of it if I came right away.

The sex was great, maybe not the best, but plenty good. He left afterward, so I spent some time with Charlie and Albert, and felt really good when I joined my sisters for Sunday night dinner. I liked Big Mike, but it was sex with him for business or pleasure, and he was no Jackson. I was starting to like Jackson and I hadn't even seen his cock.

Monday night we went to a movie and then went to a nearby park where there was a combination of a scenic view and lovers' parking. We did get in the back seat and got as far as some serious petting. I almost got off but not quite. Back at the Pi Psi Pi house, I kissed him good night. I was beginning to wonder if he was going to make a serious move soon. He did ask me out for Wednesday night and I agreed. This time we went to a near-campus beer joint and had a few beers. We returned to the park and his back seat and more necking and petting. This time he rubbed my crotch enough to get me off but that was still short of what I wanted. Four dates and I hadn't even seen his dick.

When we got back to the Pi Psi Pi house, he inquired, "Rocky, would you like to go out Friday night?"

I said, "Why?"

He seemed a little taken aback and replied, "I enjoy your company and I like being with you."

I asked, "You mean you want us to be just friends?"

He said, "No, I really like you, and I was just being respectful."

I explained, "I like being respected but a girl like me wants more. Do you feel any physical attraction for me?"

He told me, "Rocky, I think you're the sexiest girl I've ever had a date with. I guess I was too much in awe to make a pass at you. I'll get a motel for us Friday night if you'd like? I've just been amazed that you were even going out with me."

I inquired, "Jackson, are you sure?"

He responded, "I've never been surer of anything in my life. I just was too shy to bring up sex with you. My bad that I didn't say anything sooner."

I gave him a 'I can't wait until Friday night kiss,' and told him. "Why don't we go to the motel first and then we can go out or order in later."

We entered the motel and started kissing and petting. I took his pants off while he was taking my blouse off. I took hold of him. He didn't seem to be that large at first, but soon he was rock hard and close to seven inches. Not the biggest I'd ever seen, but I was happy to give him a few licks. We finally took our clothes off and I laid in the middle of the bed, expecting the missionary position. I was mildly surprised when he went down on me. It wasn't the best oral I'd ever had, but it was good enough to get me off. After that he entered me in the missionary position. He pinned me down and gave me a double penetration with his tongue in my mouth, and his dick in my pussy. It really felt good. I think that was partly because I was starting to like him, and partly because he seemed to really have a good sense of how hard and how fast to pound me. In minutes, I was cumming. He seemed to be gaining confidence by the minute.

He had the audacity to say, "Bad girl! You came without me, so you'll have to change positions. Raise your left knee." He pushed his pelvis under my knee, and his right leg under my right leg. He clasped my right thigh between his thighs and began ramming me again. I was surprised because this was a new position for me. He called it the left temple. He lay on his right side and sort of idly rubbed my tits and my tummy with his left hand and he rammed his rod inside me. I think I came even quicker.

He informed me, "Bad girl! Now you'll have to do the right temple." He extricated himself and slid over me so that he could repeat from my opposite side. This time I think it was even fewer strokes before I was groaning in orgasm again.

He continued, "You're such bad girl! You'll have to do it doggy style now!" No one had ever talked to me like he did that night. I found it strangely endearing and yet also arousing. I quickly rolled over onto my hands and knees and he penetrated me from the rear, squeezing my tits while he pounded my cunt over and over until I was crying out in ecstasy.

He explained, "I'd like to try another position, but it's a little difficult. Are you game?"

I replied, "Whatever you say, big boy!"

He leaned against the headboard pulling his knees up. He instructed me, "Now, put your feet beside my butt, straddling me."

I did as he told me. He directed me again, "Now, slide your butt down my thighs until you impale yourself."

Again, I did what he said. It felt so good to slide down his cock. I didn't care if it was less than seven inches, it just felt damn good. He told me, "Don't move now. You can put your hands on my shoulders."

I wanted one of us to start moving. He softly kissed me, holding my shoulders with his hand. I wanted to feel his cock going in and out of me. "Please," I moaned.

He replied, "Don't move yet!"

Again, I pleaded, "Please."

He said, "Okay, up and down."

I started going up and down. On my third down, I quivered in climax.

I started going up and down again. On my third down, I came again.

I started moving up and down in rhythm. I was orgasming on every down stroke, while I kissed him all over his face. I had never felt anything like it. Was this the elusive continuous climaxing I had heard about. I never wanted to stock. I'm sure I came twenty or thirty times, before I said, "Jackson, I'm getting tired."

He responded, "Okay, not a problem." I continued my strokes. On my second stroke I felt him explode inside me with lots of cum and my last orgasm.

I gasped out, "Oh, God, Jackson. What did you do to me?"

He smiled at me, such a good smile, and answered, "I just wanted you to enjoy it!"

I kissed him with my 'we'll have to do this again,' kiss.

I asked him, as I leaned back against his thighs, his softening cock still inside me, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

He said, "Oh, yes! You're the best!"

I replied, "If it was half as good for you as it was for me, you'll want to do this again!"

He told me, "I'm free tomorrow night, but do you have to go anywhere? My dorm doesn't have a curfew."

I told him, "Pi Psi Pi has an official curfew. Unofficially, it isn't enforced."

He kissed me, and informed me, "Checkout isn't until ten tomorrow morning."

I told him, "Jackson, I like you a lot. I'm happy to just hang with you if that's what you'd like to do."

He said, "Rocky, that's exactly what I'd like to do."

He strongly embraced me and kissed my ear. I replied with an "Um-m-m."

I had never fallen for anyone before but I felt like I was falling for this guy. He was smart, not handsome but still attractive, and sexy, at least around me. I hoped he liked sex as much as I did. Over the next few weeks, he gave me a good impression of liking sex a lot, at least with me. I told the President I was moving out of the chapter house, unless Jackson could move in with me. She said that would be impossible. I knew it would. At the end of the semester, I moved into an apartment with Jackson. We were both getting tired of having to run his roommate off, while we did it. Of course, Jackson and I never talked about our sexual histories.

I think we were both losing weight from our constant, in bed, exercise. Inevitably, he proposed and I accepted, although we decided to wait until he graduated to get married, meaning that we would be engaged for a year before we married.

I was okay with that. In spite of Jackson being a superlative lover, and my being a very experienced one, it seemed that our sexual intimacy was just getting better and better. He graduated, we got married, and he found a job only a few miles away from the university, we bought a house not too far away, and I was able to continue my studies while he brought home the bacon.

Everything was going great for the first few years. I was teaching elementary school, which I loved. We timed our pregnancies to deliver during the summer vacations, and after eight years, Linda, Beth, and Allen had joined our family.

Then Jackson let two of his friends talk him into helping them get a startup going. They made two mistakes. All three quite their jobs to work on the startup full-time and they seriously underestimated the amount of capital they would need to get off and running.

They started off with a hundred and twenty thousand dollars of capital. The problem is that they kicked off things in July. By the following June, they had a hundred and sixty thousand dollars of expenses and fifteen thousand dollars of revenue all in the last two months. All three guys were convinced the startup would fly but they needed a lot of cash. Amongst the three guys and their wives we figured we could pull together another thirty thousand dollars, but more was needed, a lot more.

After Jackson and I got home, I sat him down at our kitchen table. I didn't want to do this, but I could tell how unhappy Jackson was because it looked like their dream was going bust. It had been a good idea but they didn't have enough capital and they didn't have enough time to look for an angel investor.

I said, "Jackson, I may be able to raise the money that you need, but I will have to tell you some things from my past that I never wanted to tell you. Just remember that I love you, and if I didn't love you I wouldn't consider doing this."

He said, "I'm all ears. It can't be that bad!"

I said, "Jackson, it is that bad. Even telling you this scares the hell out of me."

He replied, "Rocky, I love you. We've all done things we're not proud of. I don't see how this can be all that bad."

I started, "Here goes nothing. Jackson, I was still a virgin when I matriculated at the university. My sisters at Pi Psi Pi took care of that with a date while I was pledging. Then I was auctioned off to spend twelve hours with two guys in a fraternity house. They taught me a lot. Then I met a guy in the student union and think it's fair to say he seduced me although I will admit it was pretty easy for him. Next he shared me with his roommates."

I paused, "Do you hate me yet?"

Jackson thought a moment, "I am surprised, but I still love you. I need to hear the rest of your story before we talk about this."

I thought, in for a dime, in for a dollar. Then I said, "It turned out this guy, Big Mike was his street name, was a pimp. I did one night in his cathouse and two bachelor parties and made over ten thousand dollars. If I just worked weekends I could make enough money to cover your losses until you start making money."

Jackson was quiet for a few moments, then he spoke, "Rocky, I love you. I never dreamed you had that kind of background, and I am a little shocked, but we're too far into our marriage to worry about that. I'm amazed at the courage it took for you to tell me this. I'm even amazed that you would be willing to do this. It must be awfully hard for you to do this."

I confessed, "I did it on a lark, just for the hell of it. The truth is I enjoyed it, probably because I didn't have to do it, and maybe because I only sold myself three times."

He replied, "It's still a very brave thing to come forward with. I guess we could just tell the guys that we can supply the capital that is needed, without telling them where the money is actually coming from."

I told him, "I agree. Let them think it's coming from a trust fund or something. You know that even though I'm a Pi Psi Pi, I'm not rolling in cash, but they don't know that."

He thought a minute, "Are you sure you want to do this, Rocky? I'm worried about it affecting you being a wife and mother. The last few years have been the happiest of my life. I'm worried that things will change."

I said, "On Friday and Saturday nights you can take the children to one of those game places or a movie. I'd like to be there with them, but I don't think they will miss me."

He replied, "I'll miss you, Rocky."

I explained, "I'll miss you, Jax! Let's hope it's only for a few months."

He continued, "Even with that, I'm still concerned. You seem to have thought about this a lot."

I responded, "I have. If you can think of another way to get your working capital, we don't have to do this, but there's not, is there?"

He answered, "I don't think so. My partners are like me. They, too, came from working families, that just don't have the extra cash that we need."

I described the next steps, "I haven't called Big Mike yet. But I think he'll at least give me a Saturday night shift this week."

Jax said, "That's fast. This is a big step, but you seem to have thought it out. We're desperate. I'll talk to my partners tomorrow. I think they'll be ecstatic about the cash infusion and not concerned about the actual source."

I told him, "I love you, Jax."

He replied, "I love you, too, Rocky."

Jax called me the next morning, "It looks like a go, Rocky. We're each putting in another ten thousand dollars. We agreed that they'll give us additional shares at par value until we hit fifty thousand dollars. If more is needed, it'll be treated as a loan. I honestly believe that with the last thirty thousand dollars another fifty thousand dollars will be enough. That's a lot of work for you."

I responded, "It's for our future, Jax - for us and our kids!"

He told me again, "I love you, Rocky!"

I told him, "I love you, too," and hung up. I called Mike. He was overjoyed to hear that I was willing to work for him. Even if it was only weekends. He told me he was penciling me in for a Saturday night shift, and had a bachelor party for me the next weekend. Saturday night of the following week would either be a party or as shift at his house. He did request a Wednesday audition at his apartment, which was at a different location than before.

The only thing that bothered me about doing this is that Jax didn't know how much I was looking forward to doing this. I had enjoyed it all those years before and I was looking forward to being thoroughly fucked and double penetrated like I hadn't been in a long, long time.

The audition went well. Mike complimented me on my post-pregnancy increase in my boob and hip size, although I had also picked up a couple of inches in my waist. What he was most impressed with was that I was able to give him and his three roommates as much as they wanted and more. Mike told me, "You're going to be a hit Saturday night and any other night you want to pull a shift."

I explained, "My husband and I agreed that I would only work Friday and Saturday nights."

He replied, "What ever you want will be great!"

When I got home, I told Jax that my audition went well. I would only work Saturday night this weekend, but probably both Friday and Saturday nights most weekends.

Saturday night I worked from four to three, an unusually long eleven hours. I went home to a waiting Jax totally exhausted, but happy with my cut of the action of almost four thousand dollars. I didn't tell Jax how great I was feeling from being fucked almost straight through my eleven-hour shift. Both my ass and pussy were sore, but Jax prepared a bubble bath and it only added to my delight, when he scrubbed me all over, including a thorough shampoo.

If only I could pull this off, getting thoroughly reamed through Mike's business and then loved by the best husband a woman could ever find. I knew this was hard for Jax, but I was loving it and did my very best to make it palatable for Jax. In five months, we put sixty thousand of my earnings into the business, so that now Jax and I owned a combined fifty percent share of the business plus a ten thousand dollar loan. This was reduced to around forty-five percent when the guys established profit sharing for their employees.

Jax and I disagreed on the next step in my second career. He felt like there was no need to continue my wet work. I was enjoying it too much to want to stop. I used all sorts of excuses like college and retirement funds, but Jax was adamant that the business was now going great guns with profits climbing every month. He believed that my 'sacrifice' was no longer necessary. We finally compromised on my just doing bachelor parties, of which there were usually only two or three per month, except for June. That meant I might have to go for two weeks without a performance or a double penetration, but I was willing to make that sacrifice for peace and tranquility in my family life.

I did six bachelor parties in June which did not please Jax, even with the over twenty-five thousand dollars I brought in. He was very unhappy about a special Thursday night client that I had done in May. This guy wanted me for a weekend with business associates and clients at his resort in the Rockies. Jax did not like this at all, since it meant I would leave Friday morning so I could rendezvous with my client Friday night in Denver and not return to late Sunday night. The party of all men except for me had a fine time on the flight to Aspen, and the drive to his 'cabin'. The 'cabin' was a McMansion build on the side of a mountain above a beautiful lake. Of course, I spent the first twelve hours, sans clothes, taking care of business. Then I hiked with some of the guys and canoed in the lake. Aspen had some interesting restaurants and nightspots.

The worst thing about the client, John Warren, from Jax's point of view was that he wanted me to quit working for Big Mike and serve his needs when he was in town, or else fly away for weekend excursions to North American resorts such as Jamaica, Hawaii, or Whistler. Even South American resorts would be on the table, such as Rio during Carnival and the ski resorts of Argentina and Chile. I decided to try John's proposal. Neither Big Mike nor Jax could prevent me from doing it, even though both were unhappy.

After the summertime Aspen trip and trips to Jamaica and Hawaii, plus a couple of visits to our town, John proposed that I become his full-time executive assistant at what seemed to be an astronomical salary. The catch was that I would need to relocate to Denver. I knew that Jax would never go for that. I couldn't blame him; he loved the startup which was rapidly becoming more that a startup. It was still premature to think of opening a Denver branch for his company.

I had to tell John that if it was just me, I would go for it, but I loved my husband and children and had to explain that Jax and I were thinking about additional children which would cramp things farther. I was willing to be his helper for the few days a year when he came to town and for a few weekend trips. Anymore and I would find myself in divorce court, which was totally off the table. In spite of my love for having a variety of cocks, I loved Jax and my children even more and would do nothing to further jeopardize those relationships. He agreed and said that he felt somewhat the same way about his wife and children, even though he enjoyed having fun on the side. It was hard not to like John; even though he was over twenty years my senior, we shared a lot of the same attitudes about life and relationships.