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Archive name: swjenny.txt (MMF, wife, cuck)
Authors name: Stephanie Keating 
(xdressing_student2000@yahoo.com)
Story title : My Sweet Jenny

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My Sweet Jenny (MMF, wife, cuck)
by Stephanie Keating (xdressing_student2000@yahoo.com)

***

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 
animal 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 childhood 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 sleeping 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 sleeping with someone."

"Yes, that's what I said."

"Well it wasn't sleeping 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 animal 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.

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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.

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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?

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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 
animal as I hooked a finger in the elastic of her panty 
leg and pulled it to the side, inhaling the hot animal 
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 
animal: 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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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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