She was on Target

Author's Note: No character in this story was under 18 at the time of any sexual activity.

I saw Janet first when she transferred to my high school. My first thought was 'fragile.' It didn't seem too unusual for a new student coming to a new school. I probably would have been timid myself if I was in her shoes. I tried to make friends with her, but it wasn't easy. She wasn't much of a conversationalist answering questions with a simple 'yes' or 'no.' The only questions she asked were basic: where is the nearest girls' bathroom, where is classroom such-and-such, or where can I sit in the lunchroom so as not to disturb anyone?

For some reason, I was attracted to her. It was probably a mixture of protectiveness on one hand and lust on my part on the other. Although she was small for her age, I thought she could be quite attractive if she was a late bloomer and grew bigger and taller. Janet seemed happy that I paid attention to her without asking anything of her. When I began to sit with her at lunch, she looked perturbed. I asked why. She said she was afraid that people would think we were dating. Janet looked relieved when I told her that wasn't the case. I didn't tell her that my friends thought I was crazy spending time with the 'helpless, hopeless' chick.

She never went out on dates, refusing the few offers she got from some of the geeks. I asked her to go with a group of us to a football game, assuming being with a group might ease the social pressure. I assumed wrong. She was more scared of a group. I asked her to go with just me. Janet only agreed if she could meet me there. Even then she made a big deal of pretending to just happening to be there. Janet continued her brief conversation technique and refused to let me buy her a soda or popcorn or nachos. As soon as the game was over, she left to be picked up by her father.

By now, I was getting frustrated with our relationship if you could call it that. Then she surprised me by calling to say 'Thank you' for our non-date date. Janet seemed excited like she had just won a prize. She began to thaw gradually after that. We actually went on real dates and our conversations expanded although she became quieter when anyone else was near. Janet told me about her family. She was the youngest child and had three older brothers, all of whom were either in college or already out on their own. From what she said, I figured out that she was an 'Ooops' child. Her mother was so happy to have a girl, she was spoiled. Janet's way of dealing with so much testosterone in her house was by being quiet and not causing any trouble. Her mother was a model of submissiveness unless one of her sons dared to complain about how Janet was being treated better than he was. With her brothers gone from the house, Janet was unsure of how to deal with the world by herself.

Janet pretty much clung to me for a couple of years, using me as a safe nest from which to try out her wings. Although we were both 18 and went out together several times, I never got a kiss. I tried once to kiss her cheek and she ran frightened into her house. The next day she barely spoke to me. It took a while before she would go out with me again. Her mother had counseled her against spending too much time with me anyway. I recommended she go on a date with other boys.

Then one day, she came up to me all bubbly. She had a date -- with another boy! She felt so proud of herself. I felt like it was if she was leaving the nest. I pretended to be happy for her, but, in truth, I was jealous. She was my baby bird and I was not ready for her not to need me. But I congratulated her.

I was very anxious the night of her date. I was having trouble going to sleep when I got a text around midnight. It was from Janet. She asked if I could sneak over and talk to her. It was important. I got on my clothes and snuck out the window to my room. Her house was only a half block away and there was no one around to see me. I went to her bedroom window. She asked me to come in which surprised the heck out of me.

Janet was fully dressed and fully distressed. She immediately hugged me and cried on my shoulder. "It was so awful. Please hold me." I held her but my immediate thought was not conciliatory, it was lustful. This was the first time she ever had pressed her breasts against me. These were breasts that had grown bigger over the last couple of years.

"What's the matter?" I asked after waiting for the sobbing to decrease.

"He . . . he tried to kiss me." Her sobbing increased.

"Janet you are a beautiful girl. Boys want to kiss you."

"I know he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't want to kiss him. Besides, I don't know how to kiss."

I took my shot. "What can I do to help you?"

"Teach me how to kiss. I would like to kiss you. I feel safe with you."'

Not quite a ringing endorsement for my attractiveness. I was speechless for a minute or two. "I want to kiss you, too. Would you like me to try now?"

"Yes. Please don't be upset if I don't do it right."

"I'm sure you'll do fine. Just relax and try to do the same thing with my lips that I am doing with yours."

I figured she would be stiff and cold at first, but boy was I wrong. As soon as our lips touched, she dove into the kiss with tongue and passion. I had to stop her. She started crying. "I told you I didn't know how. That's what I have seen on TV. I'm sorry. Now you won't want to kiss me anymore."

"No, no. You just need to slow down. I was at Step 1 and you started at Step 4. You don't need to attack. Just respond to what I do with the same level of intensity. Okay?"

"You mean you're willing to try again?"

"Absolutely." We started again and this time things worked. Our lips lightly touched and when I increased pressure, she followed. I opened my mouth slightly and she did the same. Next came tips of tongues. By the time we reached Step 4, our kisses were deep and meaningful. I was hard as a rock.

"Mark, did I do better?"

"Janet, that was the best kiss I ever had. You are a fast learner."

"Does that mean you would want to kiss me again?"

I answered with another kiss. And another. And another until I had to leave before her father got up for work. I also needed time to masturbate my blue balls away.

I spent a lot of my time with Janet trying to get her to be more assertive. I had to ban her from saying, 'Tell me what to do.' I tried to give her options and then made her choose. She was not happy but usually complied. I complimented all of her attributes of which physical looks had continued to improve. She was almost always nervous, but became more and more willing to try things, even when I was not around.

Janet went on another date. I was less anxious this time. As with her first date, I got the text late at night. I went over to see a tearful Janet again. Her date and she enjoyed the kissing, but he had started groping her breasts and wanted her to take off her bra. Once again, I became her tutor again. She allowed me not only to grope her but also to put my lips on her nipples which caused her to have the first orgasm of her life. It scared her on one hand but pleased her on the other. When I told her that was natural, she asked to do it again. This time, it took me running my fingers over her panty-covered mound to induce an orgasm. She asked if there were other things I could do that would cause her to have more orgasms without having sex. I guess that's the second most favorite question every high school boy would want to hear. I shot off twice in my pants that night. We became a steady couple from that day on. I told her there was a lot to learn.

We continued our learning until it was time for college, advancing to mutual masturbation and oral sex. Her mother insisted on Janet attending the local technical college or the community college. The family couldn't afford more. Janet chose the program to become a paralegal. I went to the state college on a partial scholarship. I was in pre-law. We dated during vacations mostly. She had dated in between but volunteered that she had not gone beyond petting with any of them, even though I didn't ask. By the time she graduated in two years, I proposed, and she accepted.

She still lived at home and worked at one of the best law firms in town while I finished law school. We talked almost every night. She talked mostly about her job and how nice her bosses were. By the time I had graduated, she begged me to apply at the law firm she worked for. I agreed and went for an interview. Harlan Biggs, the first Biggs in Biggs, Biggs and LeMaster conducted the interview himself.

"Mark, I certainly feel like I already know you. Your wife is ready to get rid of me and have you take my place." We both chuckled. "I think I may get more work out of her now that she isn't daydreaming of you all the time."

"I hope I haven't caused in problems with her work . . . "

"Nonsense, I was just teasing. She had done excellent work here and it doesn't hurt that she is quite attractive." I smiled but he sent a shiver down my spine with the way he described him.

Janet was all excited when I told her how the interview went. I told her I thought it was positive, but I was not extended an offer yet so I would be sending more resumes out and keep looking. She looked depressed at the idea I might look elsewhere, especially if it meant moving and taking her away from her job. "Mark, I have done quite well at my job and have developed a stronger personality. I would love for us to work for the same company, but I don't need you to be around just to protect me." I was happy to hear that. As it turned out, I only got two decent job offers and one was with Biggs, et al. The other offer wasn't worth the costs of moving. Janet was pleased.

I still thought of Janet as having a 'submissive' personality. My perception of how to treat a submissive was to involve her in all decisions and prompt her to feel empowered. I envisioned her as a rose blooming as she matured under the care of her gardener, me. I was either wrong or forgot that roses have thorns.

The need for positive affirmation and self-concept came more and more from her job than from me, her husband. I didn't realize it until too late. It was the New Year's Eve office party where I began to get a clue. Janet was dressed in the most elegant, sleek, sexy dress I had ever seen on her. I was so proud. The rose had definitely bloomed. I found out that someone was about to pluck it.

Many of the partners danced with Janet none more so than the big boss. I was becoming a little peeved at his insistence in dancing the slow dances with her. About halfway through the night and most partiers were more than halfway drunk, I noticed that whenever Biggs senior danced with Janet, they tended to dance on the opposite side of the ballroom away from me. It seemed that some of the lawyers wanted that time to talk to me so I could not see what was going on. When Janet returned to me, she had a deer in the headlights look on her face along with smudged lipstick.

Towards midnight, I noticed that Janet had not come back to our table for quite a while. As the countdown commenced, I looked and looked for Janet and found her just as 'Happy New Year' was being sung. Janet and Mr. Biggs were kissing and there were tongues being exchanged. I went up to Janet who looked temporarily perturbed at being interrupted before grabbing me and kissing me too. I swear I could taste cum in her kiss. Obviously, not my cum.

Janet was mad at my insistence that she and I leave the party. She rightly assumed that I was pissed at her kiss from Mr. Biggs. Janet said that was what people did at midnight on New Year's. I asked her if what else she did that night was what only married people usually do on New Year's. She was silent the rest of the way home. We slept apart that night.

The next few weeks was touchy at home and at work. We barely spoke and she ignored me as much as possible. There was no sex offered nor asked for. I began to mull over what to do and decided: We would go for counseling. She had another idea.

She had taken off early that Friday. When I got home, her car was there along with Mr. Biggs' Mercedes. I was pretty sure this was showdown time. I was wrong. It was putdown time.

I went into my living room to see Janet and Mr. Biggs sitting side-by-side on our couch. By the door was Teddy, his bodyguard/chauffer. I was frisked for recording devices and weapons. Teddy took my phone. Harlan and Janet both looked pretty smug. I asked, "Janet, what is this?" She looked to Mr. Biggs to answer.

"This is a new way of life for you Mark. Janet and I are tired of hiding our affair from you." Janet just smiled confidently when hearing those words. "Nothing of importance is going to change. You two will still be married and you both will still be employed. Janet, however, will be promoted to a new position as my Personal Assistant. Her main job will be to keep me satisfied sexually. She will still have sex with you when she wants, if she wants."

"And I'm supposed to just accept this new arrangement?"

"Oh, I'm quite sure you will. You see, I own your ass. If you quit or try to divorce Janet or say anything to my wife, I will say you were fired for malfeasance and having affairs with female clients. I promise I can come up with plenty of evidence and victims. You will be disbarred and instead of using Latin phrases in court, you will be flipping burgers at McDonald's once you get out of prison." Again, Janet looked at Biggs as if she was proud of him. Her right hand was rubbing up and down his left thigh.

"Janet, is this what you want?"

"Oh yes, Mark. I love you as much as ever. You have done your best to make me into a more independent woman. You have succeeded to some extent. What you haven't realized is that I am at heart a submissive. I need you as my husband to love me and take care of me just like always. But I also need Harlan as my lover to fuck me and tell me what to do no matter how dirty and filthy it is. He takes charge of my body. He dominates me and I love it.

"At the New Year's Party, he told me while we were dancing that he was going to take me that night. He kissed me so forcefully that he took my breath away. He led me into a side room and demanded I give him a blowjob. I was helpless to object. I did the very best I could so he would be pleased. I got cleaned up and we returned to the dance. Just before midnight he told me that I now belonged to him and he would mark his territory any time he wished. We went into a side room and he took me from behind with his large cock. I thought I would never stop orgasming. I was upset when you interrupted our New Year's kiss. That was the seal on the deal for me. Harlan and I have been having sex, wonderful sex, far better than you and I have had sex, since then usually at least twice a day. I just can't get enough.

"I'm sorry if you don't like the new arrangement, but, like Harlan says, you don't have much choice. If you think about it, you really won't be getting such a bad deal. I will still live at home and we will have sexual relations about like normal. You will actually get a raise at work to help soothe your feelings. Most importantly, we will have children. Harlan will be the father of our first child. After that, he says you can be the father of the rest."

"Janet, you realize that he will get tired of you after a while and dump your cheating ass?"

"In the first place, it's not really cheating because you know about it and will give your permission to let it happen. Secondly, I know this is not a 'forever' thing. Once Harlan and I are through as a couple, you and I can return back to our former life. Everyone will be happier and richer. We are announcing our arrangement today because Harlan and I are going away by ourselves for the weekend. His wife has been told there is a conference he has to go to. Harlan and I will be conferring for 48 straight hours." She and Harlan took her suitcase and headed for the door.

As Harlan was passing by me, he said, "Don't try anything sneaky, I'm having you watched." I'll never forget the 'poor cuckold' smirk he gave me. Teddy was the last one out.

"Here's your phone back. He gave it back by trying to put it through my stomach. I keeled over with my breath knocked out. He laughed.

I headed for my favorite therapist, Jack Daniels. I hadn't gotten drunk in a long time. I now had a good reason. At least I thought so until I woke up Saturday afternoon. I spent the rest of Saturday trying to recover and promising myself to never do that to myself ever again. Sunday, I started planning.

The personality that I had led me to cherish Janet and help her develop as a person got tossed into the waste basket. In order to get revenge on both of them I had to divest my previous moral code and, above all, be smart. The first thing I needed to do was 'know my enemy.'

Harlan Biggs was a wealthy, powerful man. He was protected by his connections, his power, and the security he surrounded himself with. That security included bodyguards and private investigators. I noticed the surveillance around me immediately. It was too obvious that I took it to be a warning to me as much as real surveillance.

I tried to set up my own account at the bank separate from the ones Janet and I had. A couple of days later, I was called into Mr. Biggs' office. "What the Hell are you doing opening up a separate account at the bank? You think you can move your money so that you can take off and leave Janet high and dry?"

"No, sir. That's a 'sinking fund.' I was planning on taking Janet on a second honeymoon once the two of you are done. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong."

Harlan smiled. "Nice story but I'm not buying it. Well, I won't punish you too harshly this time. Now shut down that account and keep everything in both your names." He pushed an intercom button. "Janet, get in here and tell Teddy to come also."

She came in and was surprised to see me. "Yes, Mr. Biggs?"

Biggs looked at me. "I've been sensitive to your situation, Mark, but I can't have you rocking the boat. It's time for a humility lesson. Janet, come over here and bend over my desk."

"But . . . but Mark and Teddy are here."

"I don't care. I want your husband to understand his status more fully. Teddy is here to make sure we're not interrupted. Now get the lube out of my drawer."

"Yes, Mr. Biggs." Before long, Janet had greased her asshole and her boss' penis. He took little time for her to adjust. She winced in pain at first but soon was encouraging her lover to do it faster and harder." If I had any remaining love for Janet or any qualms about getting revenge, they died right then and there.

She apologized when she came home that night. I was offered her ass that night which I had never been allowed into before -- not even a finger. I declined. We slept apart mostly from that time on. It seemed to disturb Harlan that we were not having sex, so I got Janet to lie and say we were back to normal in bed.

As a way of getting to understand Harlan, I became more friendly with his secretary, very carefully. Gradually, I asked her questions about her boss. Nothing too revealing and never very often. She gave me very little I could use until the day I asked her how her boss kept so fit for a man his age. She told me he worked out every morning before work. I inquired, 'every morning?" She said except for Wednesday. That day after exercising less than usual, he always went to the archery range to practice. "Most of the trophies he has on display were taken by arrow. Even the Kodiak bear. You need to get him to tell you that story. He is a brave man." Her admiration was obvious.

The archery range was at the country club all the lawyers in the firm, including me, were members of. Suddenly, an idea came to me.