My Sweet Jenny

(MMF, wife, cuck)


Stephen Keating has been living in the erotic fantasyland
of his pretty wife, Jenny, making love to another man.
Eventually he bridges fantasyland and reality and gently
supports the woman he so dearly loves in joining him on
this very erotic journey. Stephen surrenders to his own
delicious, yielding feminization as he helps Jenny follow
her passion into debauchery, opening wide her body to the
a****l sexuality of other men. A true account of Jenny
and Stephen.

This is the first of a series that will be submitted if
enjoyed.

After writing a fantasy about Jenny's (my wife) first
date, the frequency and intensity of my cuckold fantasies
increased. It's as though I live a good part of my life
in a surreal world that's been exciting and disturbing. I
would see Jenny indulging in all kinds of debauchery; but
she still retained the softness and pretty innocence
about her that has always been so attractive to me.

The only bridge between my reality and the underworld of
my fantasies has been some tentative exploration of
illicit sexuality with Jenny during our lovemaking. But
until last night I hadn't ventured to talk of her having
sex with another man. But last night changed it all. It
was the most adventurous exploration I have yet made;
hence the motivation for my writing today.

Jenny had just entered the bedroom after showering. She
was preparing to go out with Melissa, her best friend,
for a quiet night on the town. Jenny going out with
Melissa is always about girlfriends getting together.
They have been fast friends since c***dhood and have
always gone out for coffee and sometimes to a dance. But
this time as I watched her drying off, I invested her
night out with fantasy thoughts of her infidelity.

Consequently, I found myself asking, "Can I help you get
ready? We haven't seen each other much this week."

To my surprise she said, "Yes, that would be nice. What
would you like to help with?"

I thought about it for a minute, then decided I would go
for the works: "I've always been fascinated watching you
get ready to go out. It's not like when I experiment with
your lipstick, eye shadow and other stuff. You seem to
have so much fun putting everything together, including
your clothes. Men don't know what fun they're missing.
Can I do all that this evening? If I mess up, you can
always say no to my choices."

Jenny didn't hesitate in permitting me this lovely little
privilege. I went straight into my fantasy of her first
date and became immediately aroused, but initially kept
it entirely concealed. I went to the closet and picked
over her skirts, tops and dresses. I was aware of this as
a truly sensual exploration: of touch, texture, colours,
style, all those delightful attributes and experiences
that are considered feminine.

I found a really nice fitted white blouse, softly sheer.
I knew it was just enough to attract wishful gazes from
admiring men; enough to provide a hint of her bra and
flesh beneath, but not so daring that Jenny would think
it inappropriate to wear out with Melissa. I began
fantasizing that she was telling lies about going out
with Melissa and that she was, instead, meeting a first-
time lover. I chose a soft skirt in pastel blue with a
floral motif, something that enhances her innocence and
petite size.

"You'll look lovely in this; it's just so sweet, just
like you," I told her.

She smiled coyly, "You like me in 'pretty' clothes, don't
you?"

"Yes!" I replied. "You look a blend of sexy and innocent
when you dress to be pretty; and you're the prettiest
woman I know. Irresistible!"

"I don't need to look sexy and irresistible when I'm
going out with Melissa," she returned. "But I do like
looking pretty."

"I know," I demurred, "but I think you're so lovely; so
it's just OK with me for other guys to admire you and
even desire you."

Jenny looked thoughtful. She took the skirt from me and
kissed me on the cheek. I picked a pair of panties that I
thought would be a turn on for her imaginary first time
lover.

"That doesn't bother you?" She asked, appearing curious
or concerned, I wasn't sure which.

"No. I know that whatever happens, you'd always come home
to me."

"Sounds like you think I might mess around."

"Jenny, I have no control over you. If you messed around,
it would have nothing to do with the way you dress. I
couldn't blame any guy for desiring you, and you have
your own, very normal passions like any other healthy 30
year old woman."

I was doing her hair now and found myself mirroring the
sensuality I was feeling in the way I stroked with the
brush. Jenny fell silent, but I couldn't tell if it was
because of the conversation or her enjoyment of me softly
brushing her silky hair. I felt the momentum of the
discussion ebbing and didn't want to lose it. I bent and
kissed her cheek from behind.

"Do you ever see a guy and fantasize about being with
him?"

"Yes," she replied hesitantly. Jenny has never struggled
with honesty.

"Is that the same kind of fantasy that you have around
our lovemaking?"

"No, not really," she said. "Those are always about
people who are not real."

"You seem unsure."

"Well, almost always," she added. "There... there was one
time last week...when they crossed over..."

"Crossed over?"

"Yes. You remember that I was really aroused when we made
love on Saturday? I couldn't get a guy out of my mind
that I saw at the park that morning. He was looking at
me. I knew he liked me and he was ever so sexy--a real
hunk! Our paths crossed again at the other end of the
park. He said 'good morning.' I said 'Hi!' in return and
stopped on the bridge to chat.

It was all small talk until he asked me if I'd like to go
to his place nearby and have a coffee. I refused because
I felt some sexual tension. I said I had to go. I turned
back to wave goodbye and saw that his shorts were tented
at the front by his erect penis. I felt shocked...and
thrilled. When we we're lovemaking that night, an image
of his tented shorts kept coming into my mind."

This was the first time Jenny had ever talked in our
marriage about a real person she was attracted too. I was
turned on by admission and the fact that the stranger was
so aroused by being close to my sweet Jenny. I wanted to
validate and support all this as OK.

"Did you feel guilty?"

"Yes. Are you mad at me?"

"No. Should I be?"

"Well, no; but I just wondered."

"Why did you tell me about it?"

"Because you asked."

"Well, thanks for being so honest! And I really don't
mind hearing stuff like that. I feel kind of proud that
other guys would be attracted to you. It can even be a
bit of a turn on."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that if a guy fancies you, even makes a pass at
you and wants to make love to you, that's OK. It sounds
like that happened last Saturday and you brought home
that sexual energy and spent it in our lovemaking. It
certainly turned me on, and I didn't even know what had
happened. It was a sort of gift giving to our lovemaking.
But if you had told me before or during our lovemaking,
the turn on probably would have been sharper, more
intense, I think. Please see yourself as an attractive, a
very, very pretty woman. You don't need to fear that
reality."

I began tracing little love patterns on the blouse
covering her petite breasts as I was talking to her. "You
are so sexy too! I often think you deserve more affection
and passion than I'm able to provide, so I wouldn't blame
you if ever you were in a situation like last Saturday
and followed your passion; just simply felt and
followed."

She seemed shocked, "Stephen! Do you mean sl**ping with
another guy!"

I felt myself becoming anxious, but didn't want to give
up the fantasy ground I'd gained. "Not necessarily. It
could be kissing, petting, or it could be something more.
I don't know. I'm just saying.I'm just saying about
situations." The conversation stumbled to a halt. I felt
awkward. I think Jenny did, too. She finished putting on
her own make up after I made some excuse about needing to
go to the store. When I returned Jenny was gone. She left
a note on the kitchen countertop that said "I love you.
See you later!"

******************************

It's been about three weeks since the night Jenny went
out with Melissa. She is going out with her again this
evening and has asked me if I want to help her get ready
again. She also said she'd show me how to put make up on
my own face, something I'd been experimenting with. I'm
feeling really excited, but I'm not sure why. It could be
that she is inviting me to repeat that night when we both
felt so awkward talking about being attractive to other
men that we haven't revisited the topic. Maybe I'm
feeling hopeful. I am certainly delighted that she is
going to show me how to put on more make up-foundation
and blush! I really love to feel feminine. More later!

******************************

Well! What an experience that was! I am feeling so awash
with so many feelings. I feel like I could fly! I love
Jenny so much! She started her preparations to go out
with Melissa very early so that I could learn some more
about make up. It was as though we were a couple of
girlfriends getting ready together. Jenny helped me put
on the entire make up she usually uses, not just the
foundation and blush. She even bought me a pair of clip-
on earrings--a complete surprise! It's the same evening
and I'm enjoying sitting here at home feeling very
feminine and waiting for her to return.

I got to choose her clothes again. I told her how sexy
she looked. She curtsied and said a coy, "Thank you." I
asked her to lift her dress so that I could see if her
panties still looked like the right choice. But I really
wanted to see what another guy might feast his eyes on if
she were to show him. She complied, sweetly and shyly
lifting it to reveal her soft thighs and hips. She asked,
"Are they sexy?" and without waiting for an answer, "Do
you think anyone is going to see them?"

"Yes they are sexy. And, yes, maybe someone will see the
if you decide to show them... Or maybe someone will get
to feel them," I added with a grin, as I visualized her
exposed like this and being hungrily touched by another
man.

Jenny swatted me as I felt my penis get a little harder.

"You're a very naughty boy!" she chastised with a smile.
"I might be home a little later this evening, sweetheart;
but I should be home by one o'clock."

"How come?" I enquired.

"Melissa has a new guy, so were going to a dance that he
usually goes to."

I felt a wash of pleasure and hope that she would be in a
higher risk situation. Who knows what might happen!
Before she left, I hugged her tenderly and encouraged,
"Have a really good time, you deserve it. Let your hair
down and have fun!"

"I will," she crooned as she headed out the door.

******************************

I've been fantasizing like crazy all evening. She'll be
home soon!

******************************

Wow! Have I got stuff to tell! She was home by one
o'clock and looking radiant. She told me that she'd had a
great time. She said there were six of them in the group.
The dance was at a nightclub where there was a live
blues/jazz band. We went to bed almost immediately since
Jenny had to be at work this morning. That was the
intent. The reality was that we were awake 'till nearly
three o'clock. Jenny talked about dinner, the
conversations, Melissa's new guy, the other couple, the
dancing, and anything else that came up. But one thing
finally came up that was a surprise and thrill.

After about half and hour of chatting, Jenny fell
momentarily fell silent then tentatively asked, "Do you
remember what you said before I went out with Melissa
about three weeks ago?"

I replied a tactical, "No. What did I say?"

"You said you wouldn't blame me for following my
passion."

"Yes, I remember." I caught my breath in anticipation and
shifted my hand down to her vagina, gently cupping it,
and got an immediate and aching erection. Jenny moved her
hips a little to acknowledge my intimate touch.

She continued: "You said it might be petting, kissing, or
even sl**ping with someone."

"Yes, that's what I said."

"Well it wasn't sl**ping with someone."

For a moment I felt disappointed. "What was it then? You
can tell me, Jenny. I don't mind."

"It was the other two," She said, holding her breath in
anticipation of my reaction.

Again, I felt the thrill of anticipation. My body was
buzzing, my head swimming, my penis rock hard, my heart
thumping and pumping in my ears. "That's OK sweetheart,"
I whispered gently, as I caressed her vagina and
carefully found and touched her clitoris. "I really am OK
with that. It sounds like you just got turned on like you
did with the guy in the park. It's all normal; and you
are such a pretty woman."

"Yes, I suppose so."

"I imagine, too, it was a pretty seductive atmosphere in
the club."

"Yes, it was."

"Being at a dance like that can raise anyone's sexual
tension."

"Yes. David-that's his name-was the other person in the
group. He constantly made little passes at me, but not in
a nuisance way. He's not really attractive, but he's
quite sexy. At about eleven o'clock, we were sitting side
by side at the table. The others were dancing. He
suddenly turned to me and said 'You have amazing lips!'
then kissed me. I found myself just responding without a
thought. It was quite electric."

My finger was finding the wetness at the entrance to her
vagina and spreading it up to lubricate my touch of her
clitoris. She was obviously aware of my arousal as she
told me what happened. I think it encouraged her.

She went on: "We kissed deeply, then I broke away feeling
scared. I thought it wasn't right and that Melissa would
give me a hard time about it. I told him I didn't want to
be seen kissing someone other than you. He simply said,
'I understand', then slipped his right hand onto my knees
under the tablecloth. I was feeling aroused and confused.
I wanted him to stop and I didn't want him to stop, all
at the same time. I also knew that trying to push his
hand away would draw attention to us, so I found myself
following my passion and letting him caress me."

"So he caressed you here." I moved my hand down and
caressed her knees very sensuously. "Go on. You can say."

"Well, that was it.he touched me."

"I mean go on and tell me how he touched you. I can tell
you are still feeling aroused because you're so
lubricated. I'm feeling turned on just hearing you talk
about it. It's okay; I'm not feeling jealous. I'm just
feeling trusted that you would tell me about it, and I
feel so proud that you are so sexy.that David would want
you."

"Okay then. Well he just caressed my thigh just above my
knee.

"Like this?" I asked as I traced David's touching.

"Yes. And then he slowly worked his way up higher."

I followed the path she described with my own hand.

"He was whispering to me that I have lovely skin and that
he was really turned on and wanted to make love to me. I
told him I was married and that I love you; but he just
kept up the dirty talk. I was feeling really turned on. I
could feel little trickles of lubrication moving inside
me and knew my panties were getting wet."

"Did you keep your legs together or open them?" I asked,
wanting to get a picture in my mind.

Jenny was silent for a few seconds as if deciding how
much she would tell. "I had them closed at first; but I
opened them really wide when he was got close to my
panties. I was on the edge. on the edge of an orgasm. I
suddenly heard myself pleading whispers to him, 'Please
feel me!' and I pushed his hand up to my panties and held
it there like I never wanted to let it go. Stephen,
please don't be mad or feel badly about me...

I really felt out of control, but I had to stay there at
the table. I didn't know what would happen if we had left
the club right then, so I just wanted to orgasm with his
fingers touching me and being inside my panties and
inside me. I remembered you saying something before I
left about not knowing who might touch my panties
tonight. I thought about you helping me look my best, and
that David might have been turned on partly because of
you helping me look so pretty and sexy."

"I don't feel badly about it. I'm really glad he was
turned on by the way you looked, even if I did help. Did
you climax, Jenny?" I huskily asked.

"Yes. sitting right there, before Melissa and the others
got back to the table. Are you mad at me?"

My mouth was dry in my state of intense arousal. Here I
was, lying in bed with my sweet Jenny telling me about
having an orgasm in a nightclub at the hands of another
man. I became aware of still having my make up on with
Jenny recounting such intimate details. Jenny's legs were
wide apart. Her breathing was shallow and I could her
heart thumping as I continued to touch her where David's
hand had been.

It suddenly felt like we were two girlfriends sharing
secrets in the gentle darkness of our room. I kissed her
on the lips and felt the enhanced softness of our painted
lips whispering tenderness, understanding, love to each
other. "I'm not mad at you. It's okay my sweet Jenny.
Thank you for telling me, for sharing the intimacy and
excitement you felt with David. I love you so, and I'm
glad you had the experience of an orgasm with David."

"Are you sure?" she asked with an intensity that begged
for reassurance.

"Jenny, I'm sure. I'm so happy that he made you cum."

We lay there quietly in each other's arms while I
continued to ever so gently touch here vagina where she
was touched and brought to orgasm by David's hand. I felt
grateful to him, even wanted to thank him. I thought
about how hard he must have been while he was touching
her. I though about how close Jenny and David had been to
making love to each other if they hadn't been in the
club...

After a while, out of the stillness and darkness of our
room, Jenny whispered, "Make love to me! Please fuck me!
I feel so horny!" Unlike I often do, I had no problem
making love to her. When our bodies found their rhythm, I
told her, over and over, that I was so happy and turned
on that she followed her passion. And I imagined that it
wasn't me, but David who was sliding in and out of her
hot, wet, yielding body, and that he was cumming inside
her as we reached our sweet orgasm together.

******************************

This morning she went off to work. I stayed in bed until
10.00 am then took a shower and shaved. I returned to the
bedroom and was aware that my fantasy world was still
encroaching on my reality. Little fragments of Jenny were
awash in the fog of sex with others. It was perhaps less
the images than odor, sound, taste, and touch memories;
it was an erotic concoction that contained the sensuality
of all my past sexual experiences.

I was jolted out of this sweet fogginess by the sight of
seeing the panties that Jenny wore last night laying
there on the floor. Again, my pulse rate increased as I
imagined the possibility and ached for the reality that
she did go further with David. It was a sort of
anticipatory, "What if..." feeling. I hoped that I would
discover what I wanted.

I picked up her panties and opened them to expose the
inside of the crotch. God! She was definitely horny last
night. The crotch was heavy and stiffened with her dried
juices. and what else? I raised the crotch of her panties
to my nose and deeply inhaled, but the odours were
subdued in their dried state. I was feeling aroused again
so I began licking and tasting the lovely stain in the
crotch of her sexy panties. I only registered slight
disappointment when the smell of the dampened stain
revealed only the secret smells of Jenny's own body.

The point was that it was his fingers that made her so
wet, not mine. I was so into enjoying tasting her in her
absence that I wiped the slick mess all over my face and
my naked body. I climbed under the bedcovers and swooned
in the lovely body fragrance of Jenny's body while I
masturbated, and finally ejaculated into the messy crotch
of her panties, luxuriating in the fainting fantasy that
it was David's sperm that mad the soaking, slick mess.

******************************

It's been something like two week now since David made
Jenny climax. I kept her messy panties hidden away.
Whenever I have been alone, I have continued imagining
that the sperm mixed with Jenny's juices belongs to David
and have used them to enhance my excitement while
masturbating. Jenny has changed in some of the things she
fantasizes about in our lovemaking and in her behaviour.
We have been having more sex than usual, mainly because
of my arousal in knowing that Jenny is in some way
'available' under the right circumstances. But my sexual
appetite is still much less than hers and I achingly
yearn for her to be really satisfied by another man.

Several times since her experience with David she has
initiated fantasy vignettes as part of foreplay in which
she has usually asked me to tell her how turned on I was
over the incident. She has also asked what guys might
think if they knew that I get turned on by fantasies of
her infidelity. I've told her that it probably isn't as
unusual as she might think. I suggested she check on the
Internet, but she flatly refuses, as I guessed she would.
It's not about the topic so much as it's the 'Internet',
which she just hates as a concept. I've never understood
this.

Something else has changed about Jenny. She tends to wear
pretty or sexy dresses and skirts more often; but she
also involves me in discussing her choices. Her suits for
work stay on the hangers. Her baggy weekend clothes stay
in the draw. She takes a little more time picking out her
panties, too (she is perplexed about where the panties
might be that David had his hand under-Uhmm!). I
reflected my observations to her about the changes I've
seen. She simply stated that she is more aware of being
'in her body' since the evening with David and our open
discussion about that night has made her feel freer. God!
I love her so!

She is going out with Melissa and company again tonight.
She doesn't know if David will be there, but said she
hopes so. I can hardly believe this is my sweet Jenny!
She's taking the afternoon off today. She says she needs
to relax before she goes out this evening. I am feeling
horny and anticipating the evening with baited breath.
God! I want so badly for her to fuck another guy!

Jenny came home from work quite animated. She was clearly
bursting at the seams with sexual energy. It was
infectious too. My pulse rate went dangerously high. I
felt a need for both of us to speak about the unspoken
stuff, "Jenny, I can tell you're aroused and I have to
believe it's about you seeing David again this evening. I
think it's important we talk about it."

"Have you changed your mind about me following my
passions? I don't intend going to bed with him. I
wouldn't betray you by going all the way with him," she
spilled in a rush of hasty, anxious sentences.

I felt floored for a moment. I didn't want her to think I
was putting limits on her behaviour with David, let alone
changing my mind about kissing and petting. "Come here
sweetheart," I invited her. I took her in my arms and
laid her on our bed. I lay beside her and held her,
stroking her face and hair. For the first time I was
prepared to be really clear with my desires. "Honey, you
know already that I was turned on by David touching you,
don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well that hasn't changed a bit. I hope you let him touch
you again tonight if that's what you want. So just know
that it's OK."

"Are you sure? I don't want to lose your love," she
declared.

"Jenny, I haven't been straight with you."

"What. It isn't another woman, is it!"

"No! It's nothing like that. I don't want another
woman.ever. No matter what you do or how you treat me,
another woman is out of the question for me. I need to
always be here at home for you." I assured her again, "No
matter what happens, I'm satisfied with you. I need to
talk more about you and following your passions."

"OK."

"What I haven't said is that if ever you want to, I would
really support and enjoy knowing that you had made love
to another man. It isn't just about you following your
passions; it's about you being entirely present to them.
It's about that sort of honesty and honouring your body's
needs."

"Are you saying you actually want me to go to bed with
another man?"

"Yes. I'd be lying to you if I were to say it any other
way. The thought of you opening your lovely legs wide in
surrender, and another man's penis entering your lovely
vagina drives me wild with excitement! It's as real as
that. I sometimes see, as if it was real, another man's
big hard penis sliding in and out of you while you moan
in ecstasy. Please don't hate me for this. It's a fantasy
thing that has been growing inside me. It's so big and
exciting, now, I want it to be a part of our lives if
you're okay with it."

"Stephen, I don't know. I. It's. Having David touch me is
one thing. I've enjoyed all our fantasizing and talking
about that night. It's been lovely and exciting. But
having another man make love to me is different! It seems
so wrong! What would people think! My mother would be
mortified if ever she found out!"

"I'm sorry for upsetting you. I didn't intend for you to
feel badly. I just needed to speak the truth about how I
feel."

Jenny was sitting now and suddenly swung her legs off the
bed, went into the bathroom and slammed the door without
another word. I heard the shower being turned on and
decided to leave her alone for a while. I grabbed my coat
and walked around the streets for an hour or so. When I
got home Jenny was pottering around the kitchen wrapped
in a bath towel.

"I love you Jenny, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or
upset you in any way."

She turned to me and smiled. "I know you didn't, you
silly goose. I was just completely shocked by your
suggestion. completely! Would you like a snack?"

"Yes, Thanks. The cheese and crackers."

"What are you doing in your bath towel? I thought you'd
be dressed by now," I observed.

"I was waiting for you to come home."

"What for?"

"Well, I can't go out tonight unless you help me pick out
my clothes."

My jaw dropped as quickly as my excitement rose. "I love
you Jenny; your mom and friends will never find out from
me, I promise!"

"Just a minute. I haven't said that I'm prepared to go
further with David or anybody else. It still jars with my
values, and frankly it scares me to death," she said with
deep gravity. "But the thought of it's exciting too," she
laughed.

"It's something you need to be comfortable with, Jenny. I
don't want you to feel pressure from me. It's about you
and your body."

"I know that," she said, and continued pottering in the
kitchen.

I retired to the bedroom where I took exquisite pleasure
in picking out her clothes. The evening would be balmy
warm, maybe a little breezy. I picked out a lovely summer
dress I hadn't seen her wear for a couple of years: a
white, mid-calf length, light cotton dress with buttons
all the way up the front and white silk embroidery on the
bodice seemed to fit the occasion. I'm sending my lovely,
darling bride, Jenny, into the arms of another man, I
thought. She should look like a bride, an innocent young
woman.

I picked out a pair of white cotton panties with a white,
silk bow at the front waistline from which a tiny cascade
of yellow and pink floweret's hung. I hoped that another
man might be undoing her sexual knot this exciting night
as I laid them on the bed. I also picked out a pair of
dangling citrine earrings that would enhance the effect
of the dress and her sparkling eyes. I found the matching
necklace and put that on the bed. It was still only mid-
afternoon, plenty of time to engage in prolonged
preparations, the building of tension and anticipation.

I found Jenny in the living room putting nail polish on
her toes in front of the TV. "Let me do that for you I
offered." I sat on the floor and continued to paint on
the ruby-red polish. "I've laid your clothes out for this
evening," I said, and planted two soft kisses on her
knees

"Thanks honey. Are you going to tell me which clothes,"
she asked.

"It's a surprise." I took a risk, "Jenny, can we play a
sort of game today?"

"Like what?"

"Well, since the idea of you going all the way with a guy
gets caught up in your values of being married to me,
perhaps we could pretend to be girlfriends together. I'm
just helping you get ready for a special date. You can
just help do my make up and put on the dress I bought
myself last summer. I could borrow a pair of your panties
and feel like a woman instead of your husband."

"OK. That might be fun."

We spent the loveliest time together talking like a
couple of girlfriends. We helped with each other's make
up, hugged and chatted a lot. We explored the sexiest
things about David and gossiped about the others
excitedly. Jenny painted my toes and fingernails. I
slipped into my flowing dress, and then Jenny held a pair
of her panties for me to step into.

I felt so pampered and full of sweet feelings.
"Beautiful! Jenny squealed, as I turned round to show
myself off." Next, Jenny slipped into her dress and
panties then put on her jewelry. She looked stunning. I
grabbed a white shawl from the closet and passed it
behind and over her shoulders. I held her there for a
moment drinking in with all my senses the softness of her
petite body and her sweet personality. I asked her to
lift her dress, just as I did the last time, to see if
her panties still looked like the right choice.

She raised the hem tantalizingly slow, until she reached
her waist. She was ravishing: her skin unblemished and
soft; her thighs visually perfect; the softness and shape
of her vagina making suggestive and tantalizing creases
in the material of her sexy panties. For a few moments I
saw her as a lover might see her: sexy, innocent and
ready for her purity to be tainted by a****l lust.

"My sweet Jenny," I said with deep conviction, "I love
you so much."

Jenny held my gaze, tears welling a little in her eyes.
"Are you sure it's OK for me to go out tonight?"

I think we both knew that something could be different
about our relationship when she returned. I gently kissed
a tear that had fallen to her cheek, "Yes my sweet Jenny.
I'll always be here for you when you come home. Be really
present to your passions tonight." She kissed me on the
cheek and was gone.

*******************************

I've spent the whole of the evening preoccupied with
where Jenny is and what she's doing. I wonder if Dave is
even there with her. Perhaps she'll be home at one or two
o'clock having danced the night away. I think about David
drinking with his eyes all the places on her body that I
know so well. He will own her with his eyes if he's there
and Jenny gives herself to him. I see all the soft folds
of her tender skin: the lovely contours of her shaved
pubis; the wetness and pink of her vagina when she is
aroused; her lovely, small, perky breast; her lips; her
eyes; her skin; her hair; her sweet body fragrance.

I also keep seeing the more primal graphic image of her
legs apart and David's penis very hard and buried deep
inside her. No matter how I try to switch it off, it
comes back. I see the wetness of them together. I even
smell them and hear the sounds of his hard, wet penis
making soft sounds as it slides in and out of her, her
hips rocking to meet his thrusting.

My feelings have been all over the place: fear, turmoil,
confusion, excitement, loneliness, longing, emptiness,
love, tenderness, gratitude, sensuality, arousal. I've
enjoyed sitting here in my dress with my feet curled
beneath me; the delicious feeling of femininity has
fueled the lovely turmoil and delights of anticipation.

*******************************

Jenny just called and said she'll be home in half an
hour. She said she hadn't gone to the dance; that David
had picked her up when she arrived there and went
somewhere else. She seemed in a rush and didn't want to
talk more on the phone. Only eleven-thirty and she's
coming home! What could have happened? Or what didn't
happen?

*******************************

I feel so in love! and beautiful! and delighted! and
happy! and sweetly abused today! It was just about
midnight when she eventually returned home last night.
There was only the light from the living room that dimly
illuminated the hallway as she turned the key softly and
stepped across the threshold.

She said nothing as she entered, but just stood searching
my face in the dim light as if for some answer--or
question. My breath trembled, my heart pounded with love
and excitement as she leaned softly against the wall with
her shoulder. Even in the subdued light I could see the
telltale signs of sexual satisfaction: her eyes were
glassy, her hair more disheveled than she normally
allows, her features were softened, her posture relaxed.
In her white dress with some of the bottom buttons
unfastened, she looked like a bride after the
consummation of her marriage.

Words were unable to express what either of us was
feeling. Some momentous event had taken place, and words
were inadequate to express any meaning. I stepped toward
her taking time to feel everything: the mood, atmosphere,
the silence, her perfume, and the other, harder-to-
discern-from-a-distance, odours of her passion. I move to
her and touched her face; she slowly turned her head to
my hand and softly kissed my palm with moist lips.

We stood close in timeless space, communicating with our
breath, our eyes, the touch of our faces and fingers.
Right then, there was nothing sexual, but entirely loving
in our silent communication. Finally, I whispered, "I
love you," and responding to a delicious wave of
tenderness, I showered her face and lips with tiny ever-
so-soft kisses.

She said nothing, but I could feel her yield emotionally.
She turned her back to the wall and I held her as if she
were the most delicate, most fragile of souls. I traced
the contours of her dress, and her body as I ran my hands
from her shoulders down her waist, hips, then very gently
cupped her bottom. "I'm glad you had a good time," I told
her with tender conviction. "Thank you for making love to
David," I added. "It's the sweetest gift you could have
given me beside your love."

She moved her hips forward to nudge me gently in
acknowledgement. I slowly dropped to my knees, and drank
in the intoxicating odours of her body through her dress
as I lowered myself. When I was on my knees before her, I
hugged her hips and pressed my face against her crotch. I
felt her try to withdraw a little.

"Please don't," she whispered urgently.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I haven't showered yet and.he didn't wear a condom," she
replied.

Her statement made it real. It happened! It really
happened! The intensity of my passion shot through the
roof. I wanted so much to be under her dress, but also
wanted to enjoy the anticipation of the journey there.
"It's OK sweetheart, I'm really glad you let him cum
inside your vagina. I was praying you would come home
still soaking wet with the juices of your lovemaking
together. You smell so delicious. God! I just want to
stay down here right now and enjoy the smell, the touch,
the taste of your gorgeous, soiled body!"

I nuzzled into her crotch, felt the heat of her crotch,
and drank in the smells of primal sex through the fabric
of her soft dress. Yes! I could smell David from deep
inside my lovely Jenny's belly. I ran my hands up and
down Jenny's legs in a gesture of gratitude and
tenderness, using the most sensual touches I could
express. I sensed her relax a bit and her passion re-
awaken. I sat on my heels, gently raised the hem of her
dress to expose her knees then bent to kiss them softly.
Very slowly I kissed higher and higher. Six inches above
her knee she suddenly closed her thighs, which had been
slightly parted.

"Please don't!" She implored.

"It's OK sweet Jenny," I reassured her. "I need to taste
you so badly! I'm aching and so hungry for the lovely
juices inside you from your beautiful lovemaking!"

My heart was pounding. It felt as if it was going to
explode. She slowly parted her thighs as I moved higher
with my kisses. Finally I was under her dress, completely
immersed in the atmosphere, the heat, the smells, the
dampness of her lovemaking with David; but I still held
back from tasting her--the ultimate pleasure I had dreamt
about for so long! She parted her legs further in a
beautiful, soft surrender to my lips.

It was such a sweet, sweet, loving invitation. I began by
transferring my soft kisses to her lovely white panties
that covered her pubis, kissed all over the V of her
crotch, then moved slowly down toward her vagina until my
lips touched the wetness of their mixed juices that
stained her panties and her once innocent body. How
beautifully soiled she is! I thought to myself. How
taken, how owned, how possessed, how deliciously stained,
inside and out!

In awe I was thinking of it all. I heard Jenny gasp a
little, followed by a subdued groan of passion. I moved
down and under another inch or two where I felt the
clammy heaviness of her panties filled with juices oozing
from her vagina. I ached and trembled with passion and
couldn't wait any longer! With my tongue, I licked and
tasted the delicious wetness smeared on my lips.

It was incredibly intoxicating--my sweet wife, Jenny, and
her lover in my mouth! I wanted all the deep juices, not
just those that soaked through the fabric of her panties.
I heard myself moaning and whimpering like some wild
a****l as I hooked a finger in the elastic of her panty
leg and pulled it to the side, inhaling the hot a****l
smells as deeply as I could. I licked slowly but hungrily
at the mixed juices inside the crotch of her panties and
buried my face in her heavenly vagina, licking and
swallowing the nectar of their fucking together as if my
life depended on it.

Moaning, Jenny's legs gave way. She slid down the wall
and opened her thighs as wide as she could as I continued
feeding on her lovely body. The taste was so much more
musky and erotic than I had ever fantasized. It was pure
a****l: not Jenny plus David, but something different and
primal. I whispered to her as I continued tasting her, "I
love that you are so stained inside your belly by David's
cum. It's so lovely to taste you both from where David
and you were together inside your beautiful and sexy
body."

Jenny was riding long waves of ecstasy if not orgasm as I
probed as deeply as I could to drink the sex from inside
her.

Eventually, I wanted to feel my penis inside her hot,
swollen vagina, which was still heavily soaked with their
mixed juices. I changed position quickly and put my penis
up the leg of her panties. It made it seem as if I was
the one having illicit sex with her as I pushed and
entered her. I'd never felt her so wet and loose. My
little dick was as hard as it had ever been and she was
loose and wet with his delicious cum.

It felt so lovely being inside her and knowing my penis
was being bathed in David's illicit sperm. We kissed
passionately, our lips and faces were slick with juices
from Jenny and her spent lover and we hungrily licked
from each others faces and passed the lovely stickiness
back and forth between us as we kissed and fucked wildly.
Jenny was moaning with passion.

I heard myself moaning, pleading over and over, "Please!
Please! Never stop fucking other men!"

Jenny gasped, "No! No! No! I won't stop!"

"I want your lovers to fuck you whenever you want them!"
I pleaded.

Jenny was suddenly yelling, "I'll fuck them! I'll fuck
them! I promise! I promise! I promise I'll fuck all the
men I can! Please help me! Please help me find and fuck
them all! Oh! Yes! Yes! I want to be a dirty fucking slut
that never stops fucking!"

Listening to Jenny's abandonment, I found myself gasping,
"Yes! Just fuck other men my love! Please fuck them! You
deserve to fuck as much as you like! I want men to cum in
you! I want you so full of sperm so that I can eat it out
of you! Bring sperm filled pussy home for me to eat!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'll get you all the men you want
to fuck," I yelled and groaned, in time to our pounding
hips. "Fuck them sweet Jenny! I love you fucking other
men! I love you so much more now that I know you belong
to other men!"

Jenny seemed to enter prolonged state of exquisite
orgasm. She let out a long, loud wail as her vagina
started contracting convulsively. I finally came inside
her; but even then it was so sweet and satisfying to know
that it was not me who gave her the orgasm; it was David
who fucked and soiled my beautiful bride, sweet Jenny. I
could never have even stayed hard without David fucking
her first. We lay there together in a state of
exhaustion, deliciously satiated together. Eventually we
rose and silently retired to our bedroom.

***

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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4 months ago
long, well paced with superb reasons! thanks
11 months ago
wonderful, such a fantastic climax xx