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The Investment
by Grumpy (address withheld)
***
A romantic tale about a young wife's sexual awakening
and exploration while maintaining a lasting bond with
her husband. (MMF, voy, wife, rom)
***
"Dad, we've sorted all of Mom's stuff, loaded the
things we want and left the things you requested."
Sue (age 21) and Alex (age 24) entered the room and sat
on the sofa opposite my favorite chair.
"May we talk with you before we leave?"
"Dad, it's been almost a year since Mom left us and
both Sue and I are concerned that you are becoming a
recluse."
Alex continued without waiting for a reply from me, "It
was obvious to us that you and Mom had a very solid
marriage that other couples can only dream of, but
isn't it about time that you started considering a
social life that would allow you to meet others?"
"Dad, we would understand and, as a matter of fact,
would encourage you to meet other women. You're still
young and need companionship."
"Dearest Sue," I chuckled, "since the day your mother
entered my life, I knew she
was the only person I could be happy with, I've never
met another that I thought had those special qualities
your mother possessed. I don't believe there will ever
be another person that can take her place."
Twenty minutes later they finally gave up on the
conversation and rose to leave, Alex back to his job in
San Francisco and Sue to her studies at UC Davis.
As we said our goodbyes in the driveway, Alex suddenly
asked "What is in the locked storage box that Mom
labeled 'Investment'?"
I noted the quick glance Sue gave me but did not
acknowledge it before replying "That contains your
mothers personal notes on an investment she and I made
about a year before you were born. It has significance
only to me and is something that neither your mother
nor I wish anyone else to see. Don't worry, it is not
something the SEC or any other party would be
interested in."
"What kind of investment was it?" Alex asked.
"The use of the word 'Investment' is misleading; it was
more of a plan for our life and as such is something
very personal." I replied.
The moisture that welled up in my eyes put an end to
the conversation but I knew that one day the subject
would again arise.
Memories Can Return At Any Time
-------------------------------
I had worked late but was determined to visit the gym
before going to the leased condo to get some much
needed sleep.
On the way to the gym I stopped at small caf‚ to
purchase some coffee, Jennifer was the sole waitress on
duty and as I watched her take the order of the
customer ahead of me, something about her demeanor and
the care she put into the encounter with the customer
piqued my interest.
I had not had time or interest in the opposite sex
while in high school or in college, I was too busy with
my life to be bothered. There was the company to form,
the financing to arrange, talent to hire and myriad
other details to manage. At age 26, I capitalized on
the dot.com boom and sold the company for an amount
that would guarantee my future but like a lot of
dot.commers I was not content and immediately started
on the next company anticipating the boom in wireless
communications.
When Jen took my order for coffee, there was a brief
intense look between us and a sly glance back as she
walked away. The gym was forgotten and I knew that I
had to know this young woman.
Six months later we were married and after a brief
honeymoon cut short by company business we settled into
domestic life.
The honeymoon was awkward considering that we were both
virgins and that I was rather well endowed but we both
made it through the ordeal with our hopes for the
future intact.
Domestic life was beautiful with each partner sharing
the workload attendant upon newlyweds. Jen had an eye
for detail and was soon completely in charge of dealing
with the architects designing and building our house
near Sutter Creek.
The only fly in the ointment was the sex. Jen was a
willing but silent partner, she never expressed emotion
while having sex and was never willing to talk about
her needs or desires. She seldom initiated sex but
never refused sex leading me to believe that she was
not that interested so sex became something that was
not talked about and seemed to be my soul
responsibility.
Sex with Jen could only occur in a darkened room with
bed covers pulled to the neck. I never saw her nude or
even in her underwear. As a matter of fact, the only
time I saw her underwear was when I went to the
basement laundry basket to retrieve a card I had left
in a shirt pocket. Her underwear consisted of white
cotton panties and matching bra.
She would not look at me in my underwear and would
leave the room or turn away if I were nude.
The consequences of her shyness and my lack of
experience was a gradual decline in our love making
although it didn't seem to affect our relationship.
Kissing, cuddling, and hugging (although hugs were not
those between lovers) were frequent and our
communications on all subjects except sex were filled
with understanding and love.
A year into the marriage, I was in Sacramento taking
care of business details and staying at the condo while
Jen was overseeing the final phases of our home
construction. She seemed to be in a world of her own
planning the interior design and shopping for the right
furnishings, a world in which she seemed perfectly
content.
It was after midnight when I drove into the condo
garage, Jen's car was there.
I looked forward to seeing her and to sharing some time
with her but was confused as to what could have brought
her into Sacto at such a late hour. When I had talked
with her on the phone at about 6:00 she had not
mentioned a trip but had asked when I would be
returning to Sutter Creek.
She was sitting on the couch with her knees drawn to
her chest when I entered and would not look directly at
me when I greeted her. It was obvious something was
deeply troubling her so I deposited my work products on
the desk, sat down beside her, took her in my arms and
asked what was troubling her. She began to cry, which
is something I could never fathom as I believed every
problem had a solution and was in itself but a small
pebble on the walkway of life.
After about ten minutes of holding her while she soaked
my shoulder she finally blurted out "You don't make
love to me anymore". I waited for the aftershocks to
this domestic earthquake but none were forth coming and
so I ventured into territory where few men fare well.
In business I learned to not assign blame but to define
the problem and look for a solution. In this case I
knew my assumptions about Jen's needs where a large
part of the problem, I had assumed that Jen's silence
on the subject and her lack of response during and
after lovemaking was a statement from her about her
needs and desires. I learned through the start and stop
conversation that lasted until 3 in the morning that I
was wrong. Jen enjoyed lovemaking but she didn't know
how to enjoy it or how to make it more pleasurable for
both her and myself. I shared as much of the problem as
she did.
The following morning after a leisurely breakfast I
asked Jen if she would be willing to stay in Sacto for
a couple of days while I did some soul searching and
sought a long term solution to the problem. I also knew
that counseling was part of the solution but would not
work unless both were willing to venture risk and
accept new ideas. I told her that I did not want years
of therapy or counseling that achieved little other
than enriching the coffers of some shrink that really
didn't care about our problem.
I told her I wanted to contact my college roommate whom
I had a lot of respect for and who was completing his
internship in a major hospital in New York. Greg had
many of the attributes I consider lacking in most
doctors, a lack of ego, a willingness to question and
an analytical mind that sought innovative solutions to
all problems, no matter how complex or how simple. The
key was he sought a solution, not a quick fix or a
treatment of the symptoms but rather a solution.
It took the full two days to establish contact with
Greg and when I explained as best I could the problem,
he laughed and in a told you so voice, kidded me about
not following his advice in college and getting some
experience while the playing court was open. He then
grew serious and asked if I could hold out for a few
weeks until he had some time off. He would talk with
some respected friends about the problem, would then
travel to Sacramento and after spending some time with
Jen and I, offer his suggestions as to possible
solutions. He would also get some references for
counselors in the Sacramento area.
I got dates and times from him and had the travel
agency that handled business travel book the necessary
transportation.
Greg spent almost an entire week with us. The press of
business took me away on a few occasions but they
seemed to be quite at ease in each others company and
both stated that they needed some time without my
presence.
On the day before Greg left, he spent a lot of time
talking with Jen and when finished he asked both to
join him on the veranda to enjoy the sunset.
He started by saying that never had he met two whom
where so deeply in love and so committed to each other.
That, in itself, was part of the problem; we were both
so conscious of the others feelings that neither was
willing to take risk that might even hint at damaging
the respect we had for each other.
He then proceeded to lay out his solution to the
problem and forbid either of us to interrupt until he
had finished. He also asked that we not even discuss
his proposed solution until we had given it some
thought for at least a day.
Two days after Greg's departure I asked Jen if she was
ready to talk, with the affirmative, we migrated to our
favorite spot on the property and tried to start the
conversation. Jen finally blurted out that she was
reluctant but willing to try the solution offered. She
stated that she viewed the solution as an investment in
our future, one which would pay rewards through to the
winter of our life together.
I responded that I was having a terrible time accepting
my role in the solution but felt that there was an
alternative path at least for me. I would support Jen
in her part of the solution but would rely strictly on
her to teach me my role.
The conversation continued for another two hours until
each was assured that there was no danger to our
marriage. We then sat together until Jen finally, in a
hesitant voice, asked if I would make love to her then
and there (she had never before asked me to make love
to her). I did not wait for a second request and for
the very first time made love to my wife in other than
a darkened room. Afterwards while holding each other,
I heard for the third first of the day, a whisper from
Jen "That was so good!"
The Investment
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After a month of joint counseling we were finally ready
for the second part of the investment, the part that
Jen would pursue. She had told me that she would keep a
journal and that I was free to read it at my leisure.
Jen would need to spend two days per week in Sacto but
would return home each night (unless, of course, I was
at the condo).
When Jen returned after the first session, she asked if
I had exercised, I replied no and she responded that
she needed some exercise.
We decided to run and after about three miles she
turned towards home and motioned for me to follow. When
we completed our run she headed for the pool and dove
in without changing into her swim suit. On emerging
with her t-shirt plastered to her upper body and her
jogging trunks outlining the curve of her bottom she
marched straight up to me and told me to remove my
shirt and lie face down on the lounge. She proceeded to
give me a full length massage, tossed a towel over my
head and asked me to roll over.
When I rolled over the towel was replaced on my face
and she then asked be to raise my hips, I felt her
tugging at my trunks and assisted her as best I could
in removing them. There was silence for the longest
time as I assumed she was looking at my nude form for
the first time, she then giggled saying "You're not the
average bear, are you?" She then gingerly lifted my
penis and scrotum, doing a thorough inspection as I
began to harden.
"My, you're defiantly not the average bear."
I asked what she had to compare me with and she giggled
in response "You can read my journal."
"Keep that towel over your face and try to stay
relaxed."
I felt her wipe a drop of pre-cum from the head and
then she started stroking me. The soft touch of her
hand had an immediate effect as I grew even harder and
within a matter of two to three minutes it was over as
I spurted into the air.
"Well, that certainly helps explain the wet spot. Do
you think you can do that again?"
Without waiting for a reply, she threw her leg over me
and guided my still hard cock to a very wet and warm
opening. I tried to remove the towel but she
immediately moved it back into position and told me to
relax, this was her time.
With her hands on my chest, she began to make love to
me but after a few minutes she stopped moving, the
reason obvious as I could feel the contractions in her
vagina. I asked if I could remove the towel but she
shushed me saying "I still not ready for you to look at
me, have patience, it will happen soon." And she began
moving again. When we finished she rose saying "I'm
going to clean up, will you be a dear and fix dinner?"
Dinner was the last thing on my mind, I wanted to hold
her next to me and to enjoy the warm after glow but all
I got was a glimpse of a firm bottom bouncing into the
house.
Dinner was a quiet affair with many warm glances and
endearments passing between us. Jen had a very satiated
look with a twinkle in her dreamy eyes.
As we were clearing the dinner table, Jen stopped and
gave me a tender hug, "Thank you, you can never imagine
how deeply I love you."
Perfection is the only word for the rest of the
evening.
**
When Jen returned after her next trip to Sacto, the
scene repeated itself in the exercise room but this
time I was the masseuse.
I was on the point of erupting as I massaged her long
legs, her firm bubble butt and her perfect skin on her
shoulder and back. She kept her legs tightly together
and I did not challenge her.
When I asked her to turn over, there was a couple
seconds of hesitation and then she turned. This was the
first time in over a year of marriage that Jen allowed
me to look at her nude body. I didn't look but instead
concentrated of her face, bending down to caress her
cheek as I kissed her soft lips. I then proceeded to
lightly rub her shoulders while continuing to kiss her
lips, eyes, cheeks, etc. while my hand continued to her
small firm breast with their equally small nipples
hardening even more under my touch. I moved to her
breast, kissing and putting pressure on her nipples
with my tongue as Jen caressed my head and neck. She
began shuttering as I worked alternately between her
breast and her hard abs and softly exclaimed "Oh! I
didn't know it could be this good."
When I moved to her lightly covered Mons Venus, I felt
her stiffen so I returned to her face and after kissing
her softly I whispered "Relax, this is my time."
This time I started at her feet, slowly kissing my way
up those firm long legs and as I neared her, she
relaxed her legs somewhat, as I kissed the juncture
between her legs and pelvis she began shuttering again
and opened her legs fully for me causing me to stop and
stare at a perfect Labia with just a hint of the Labia
Minor exposed.
"You are so very beautiful!"
"I hoped you would think so, but don't stop with those
wonderful lips."
I began my oral exploration, opening those perfect lips
and marveling at the soft wet pink lining. I could see
a stiff little clitoris poking out at me and as I
kissed it, I lightly touched it with my tongue causing
an immediate reaction and an, "Oh, Oh, that is good,
don't stop my love."
"Dearest, I can' wait, do me now."
I didn't last long but it was long enough as Jen
shuttered and tossed her head moaning, "Yes, yes, yes,
oh dear lord yes."
AS we lay together, both satiated, Jen began
contracting her pelvic muscles and as she felt me
stiffening within her, gave me a dreamy, "Can you lead
this charge old boy?"
I did lead the charge, across familiar but yet
completely new terrain. It was a long charge ending in
an unconditional and complete surrender of the parties
involved.
As we cuddled, lightly exploring each others bodies, I
heard a soft "I want to taste you someday, maybe later
this evening."
"Cathy, My therapist, said we should practice the three
A's each and every day, but we've always done that
haven't we?"
"The three A's?"
"Yes, Attention, Appreciation and Affection I told her
we were way ahead on that game."
"Cathy also wants me to move on, in a couple of weeks,
to a male therapist but I'm thinking I want to stay
with Cathy until I've learned everything she has to
offer. I think I want to terminate the session after
Cathy and begin exploring on my own."
"Jen, I don't know what switches were thrown in
counseling and I don't care. I will support you in
whatever decision you make and I so enjoy your
exploration."
"Bye the way, I think there might be another
explanation for the wet spot."
She laughed when she looked down at herself, "two made
that mess."
She jumped up and as that beautiful trim, almost
boyish, figure walked out of the room threw back over
her shoulder "I'm going to clean up and start dinner,
you clear up here and then come help me. I think raw
oysters are going to become a staple."
Each week when she returned from her therapy sessions
was a new adventure, once she announced on arrival that
there was a Flame Tokay grape that was causing her some
problems and it was my job to remove it without using
my hands.
Once she announced that she wanted to make love on the
diving board of the pool and was in the process of
disrobing as she walked out the door and almost
collided with the pool maintenance guy. That dampened
her spirit of adventure.
She challenged me in the exercise room, saying that she
bet she could complete more exercises than I did. I
took the challenge. When Jen was about half way through
her routine, she suddenly stripped and started doing a
series of stretches on the exercise mat. Some of the
positions she assumed caused me to lose all interest in
my routine. She smiled and said "Some of these
positions are straight from the "Kama Sutra" they only
need someone to complete the picture". I didn't
hesitate and when I was fully into her, she commented
that I was reaching places unexplored.
She really enjoyed oral sex and was not the least
hesitant in asking for a little attention. She never
volunteered to give head which was okay with me as I
had some deep hang-ups about that part of oral sex (she
may have recognized the reluctance on my part).
Then one day she returned from Sacto in an apprehensive
mood. She finally admitted after a few questions that
she was concerned because at Cathy's urging had finally
moved on to a male therapist and that she had enjoyed
it very much. Her concern was how I would respond.
I ask if it was beneficial to her and she admitted she
was learning things about her body and her sexual
nature that Cathy could not teach her. She also said
she had a lot of things to show me.
I ask about the sessions and she said that it was
clinical sex not lovemaking and although she did enjoy
it was not as satisfying.
I ask if she was going to continue the sessions and she
almost tearfully replied that she would like to for at
least another two weeks if I didn't have any
objections. I asked why two weeks and she shyly said
there were three male therapists on the staff and Cathy
had said they were arguing amongst themselves about who
would work with her.
"Do you love me and do you think there is any
possibility of that changing?"
"You know I love you and that will never change. I have
discovered a sexual part of me that was repressed and I
am enjoying it but that will end now if you say the
word."
Conflicting emotions rose to the surface and had to be
physically constrained. I knew this was part of the
therapy we had originally agreed upon. That original
agreement had me in therapy session with the female
side of the clinic but I had opted out knowing that Jen
was the only one for me.
After a few minutes of tug-of-war with emotions I
replied that this was the solution we had agreed upon
and I would live with that decision.
The session lasted two more weeks and then she
announced the contract was completed.
Our life together was idyllic and our lovemaking was
always beautiful albeit somewhat non-ordinary. Jen had
developed extraordinary vaginal muscle control and once
brought me to ejaculation with out me moving at all.
It was a warm summer morning when I awoke laying on my
side and with the usual morning erection. Jen was
positioning herself in a spoon position, guiding my
cock into a very wet vagina. She said don't move and
then proceeded to milk me using only those muscles.
Another time she announced that the only way I would
have her was to physically rape her. After a chase
through the house and a wonderful wrestling match on
the bed, I finally had her tied to the head board with
her bra and shirt. I then proceeded to explore every
part of her body paying particular attention to those
parts that I knew, from our discussion about what each
liked, were most enjoyable to her. When the wet spot
had grown to an unbelievable size, I positioned myself
and tried to enter but her muscle control was so good
that it was almost impossible. When I finally bottomed
out, she relaxed and I untied her arms to enjoy a most
refreshing encounter.
As we lay next to each other basking in the afterglow,
she casually mentioned that she had stopped taking her
birth control pills. Nine months later, Alex was born.
Our lovemaking became more circumspect after Alex's
birth but no less exciting and no less frequent.
She announced one evening after Alex was asleep, that
she had been drugged and would be found on our bed,
comatose, and the special person whom found her had
better take full advantage of her. For a comatose
person, she squirmed and moaned as I explored her body.
Her eyes opened briefly and a smile appeared when I
inserted a finger into her anus, not my cup of tea but
something to investigate. As I made love to her, those
wonderful vaginal muscles seemed to be unaffected by
her comatose state.
We were actually escorted from the Eiffel Tower when
Jen decided we should find a place to make love (not
too many places for privacy on the tower). We did slip
away from the tour group at Macau Picu for some high
altitude love making. We lived for a month on a beach
in Tahiti with all three of us nude and somewhat
sunburned most of the time. I think we entertained some
natives in the Australian outback (we didn't notice
them until we were well involved).
It was a couple of years later when Jen asked if I had
time to talk with her?
Jen was waiting just like she had some many years ago,
with knees drawn to her chest and an apprehensive look.
She blurted out without prompting that she had
accidentally met Cathy (her therapist from years ago)
in a Starbuck's in Sacto and in the course of the
conversation, Cathy had mentioned there was a new male
therapist at the clinic with a nickname of "Horse".
Cathy assured Jen the nickname was quite appropriate as
Horse was the largest (both in length and girth) of
anyone she or any one else at the clinic had ever
known.
Jen continued with a rush, that she had been thinking
about Horse and would like to experience a really big
penis, I was big but not as big as Horse was reported
to be and she loved me more than I could imagine. She
assured me there was no danger to our relationship and
it would be recreational, not lovemaking.
Hit between the eyes with a ten pound sledge hammer was
the only way to describe my reaction.
When my heart rate returned to normal and I could again
focus on objects in the room, I asked if I could think
about it?
Jen nodded and asked if I could make a decision by the
next day?
"Why by tomorrow?"
"I made arrangements to meet Horse at the condo on
Thursday and will need to cancel if you don't want me
to see him."
"It sounds if you've already made up your mind to go
through with this fantasy."
"Only if you agree, I meant what I said about my love
for you."
The next morning, after a night of no sleep and with
deep anxiety, I told Jen that if she really wanted to
do this, I would not stand in her way.
Jen knew what she had in her marriage and although I
didn't like the proposal, I knew that it would affect
our relationship more if I refused, it would look as if
I didn't believe in the Jen's strength and her love for
me.
"Can you be there for me?'
"No, it's not one of my fantasies, but I will meet you
at the condo afterwards."
I arrived at the condo at about 5 o'clock and found an
unfamiliar car parked in the reserved space next to
Jen's car, I immediately left and drove to the local
Deli to purchase greens for a salad that Jen likes.
When I returned to the condo at about 5:30, the car was
gone.
Jen was in her robe sitting on the sofa with knees
drawn to her chest and crying softly.
I asked if there had been a problem and she shook her
head 'no'. After a few minutes, Jen said "
I'm was sorry to put you through this ordeal, I did
enjoy it very much but am afraid you won't
recognize it for what it really was and will let it
affect our relationship.
I took her in my arms and placed a soft kiss on her
cheek where a tear had formed. She grabbed me and held
on until she had cried herself out.
After a light dinner and an additional glass of wine,
Jen asked if she could tell me about the experience.
I replied that I was not that interested in the
details.
"I need to tell you and show you to assure myself and
you that it was only recreational."
She reached for the TV/VCR remote and started a tape
playing.
"How did you tape the encounter?"
"Cathy was with me and did the taping."
Horse was indeed well endowed with a penis that was at
least 12 inches if not more and quite thick. Jen was
slowly caressing the monster and pulling back the
foreskin to admire the flared head while at the same
time Horse was fondling her small firm breast. He then
moved to her firm bubble butt and pulled her to him.
His cock was well above her navel almost reaching her
rib cage.
I was mesmerized with Jen's beauty.
The exchanged a slow kiss while their hands roamed each
others back.
"Why the kiss?"
"I don't know, it was like kissing a tool, even less
meaningful than a peck on the cheek from a friend."
The next scene showed Jen on the bed with her legs
spread and knees pulled to her chest. It was obvious
from the view that she was ready, her juices were
already flowing and her labia were engorged, puffy and
open showing a delicate pink interior. Horse was
positioning himself between her open legs and began to
orally explore her, she convulsed in an orgasm almost
immediately and when she subsided into the state of
bliss that normally follows her orgasms with a dreamy
look in her eyes she slowly started bucking her pelvis
into Horse's face, within seconds it was obvious she
was headed towards an even bigger orgasm.
The taped switched to a Horse positioning himself
between her legs, ready to begin his conquest.
I found myself becoming aroused as I knew what a
delicate and delicious morsel he was about to consume.
Jen took hold of his penis and lay it on her stomach,
it did reach to her ribs.
Although there was no audio, I could read her lips as
she said to Cathy 'This is going to be a challenge, I'm
not sure I can do it.' Horse must have said something
as she flashed him a quick smile and then helped guide
him to her entrance.
Horse slowly worked his penis up and down her labia and
then started in earnest.
The long penis bent some with the resistance and then
snapped straight as entrance was gained. Jen's eyes
flared wide and then there was a broad smile.
Horse held his position for a moment and then started a
slow advance while Jen bit her lower lip and closed her
eyes. Horse's penis bent some more as resistance
increased but the advance continued. He stopped when he
bottomed out at about 9 inches which is the depth I
normally achieve. I had a brief memory of my penis
against Jen's cervix.
"He filled me to capacity and I was afraid he wouldn't
get all the way in."
I could see on the tape where Jen had wrapped her
beautiful legs around his hips and was applying
pressure to urge him on.
Horse began a slow in and out motion, withdrawing only
and inch or two and then slowly re-inserting and after
what seemed like only a few minutes was beginning to
gain more depth. Jen was again biting her lower lip and
had closed eyes but it was obvious she was encouraging
him to go even deeper.
Jen came again and she must have clamped those powerful
vaginal muscles as Horse came to complete stop. When
her eyes opened again, Horse continued the advance.
"I was amazed at how much my vagina could stretch, it
took about ten minutes before he gained full
penetration and I came at least two more times while he
was entering me. Watch what happens next."
The scene showed Jen extending her left leg and Horse
throwing his right over the leg. The caused Horse to
raise his torso and allowed Cathy with the camera to
get a close up of Jen's stomach. A definite bulge was
visible.
The position also allowed Horse to penetrate even
deeper and Cathy moved to the end of the bed to do a
close up showing Jen's labia stretched to the maximum,
showing only a tiny ring around the massive penis
buried to the hilt.
"I almost brought him off by just my breathing, each
time I took a breath it caused increased pressure for
both he and myself. It was good, but felt like I
couldn't possible take any more."
"What about birth control?"
"I inserted a diaphragm before Horse arrived but with
that monster doing me, it didn't stay in place."
"Watch my stomach. I had to practice some yoga to relax
my muscles."
Horse then began the to slowly pull almost all the way
out and started back in. The bulge in Jen's stomach
retreated with the withdrawal of the cock and re-
appeared as Horse slowly pushed back in.
Jen was grimacing and biting her lip but at the same
time was encouraging Horse with the quick smiles and
those flashing eyes of his.
Horse started fucking Jen with rapid strokes that
varied from almost full withdrawal to short quick
strokes. Jen's eyes were fluttering open and closed
almost in time with the strokes.
"When he finally started doing me, it was like a
suction pump followed by a compression as he drove back
into me. Within seconds I experienced an orgasm that
caused my vaginal muscles to contract causing a
momentary halt to the action. When my orgasm subsided,
Horse increase the rhythm and drove me back to another
orgasm. God, I could feel every inch as he did me (Jen
stopped for a few seconds and then continued), he did
me and did me again and again."
Cathy had moved around to the foot of the bed again for
a close up of Jen's lips clinging to the cock on the
withdrawal and disappearing when he rammed back into
her.
He then withdrew almost completely and slowly pushed
back in again, pushing strongly against Jen's pubic
area, his buttocks clenched and I knew he was flooding
her vagina with semen.
After a minute or so, he pulled out and then made one
last entry, semen and Jen's come flowed freely from her
vagina.
"I couldn't believe how much ejaculate he had, I could
feel every hot spurt and could feel it being forced
between his penis and my vagina, it made a squirting
sound when it was forced out by his actions."
Horse then withdrew completely, his cock flopping as he
withdrew. Cathy got a close up of Jen's red and puffy
labia and her vagina slowly closing as gobs of
semen/cum poured down the crack of her beautiful
bottom.
Jen then stopped the VCR and turned to look at me.
"There's more, if you want to watch it, Oh honey, he
did me four times and I wanted even more. He did me
from behind twice, once with me leaning over this very
sofa and then the last time in the dining area with the
curtains open."
"It was animal sex, not love, but it was good."
"What about the possibility of pregnancy?"
" Well.., I can see you are ready for something, would
you do me a favor and mix some of yours in with what is
still in me. That way, if I'm pregnant we can assume it
is ours."
She didn't wait for an answer but threw off her robe
and immediately started working on my clothes.
"God, I love you, you have a beautiful body - now make
love to me, do me, I've had enough sex for today."
She was ready and when I moved between her legs I could
see her sparse pubic hair was still matted and there
was a discharge of her fresh juices and what I assumed
was semen from her swollen vaginal opening.
I entered her and didn't feel any difference, her
vagina felt normal, not like I had expect, the effects
of a larger, longer penis that had penetrated just a
hour or so before seemed not to have changed anything.
Sloppy seconds is something I never thought I would
experience or wanted to experience for that matter, but
just that thought caused me come prematurely.
"Oh darling, just stay in me and hold me, I need your
love."
we lay together kissing and caressing each other, she
started to work those vaginal muscles and within
minutes I was ready for some serious lovemaking.
We fell asleep in each other embrace but I soon wakened
and slowly slipped out of bed. I went to the living
room and started the tape.
Jen was lying on the bed with Horse beside her. The
camera had been placed on the bureau as Cathy (I forgot
how young she was) moved into the picture and sat
beside Jen slowly stroking her hair and talking with
her.
Soon Horse hand moved to Jen's breast and with one or
two caresses, her nipples were standing at attention.
He then rolled on his side facing her and started
kissing and sucking her breast as his hand moved
between legs which parted for him. I could tell from
the expression on Jen's face when a finger(s) moved
into her and soon her eyes were fluttering in time with
her orgasm.
Horse rose to his knees and Jen quickly turned on her
stomach and went to her knees placing that beautiful
ass in front of Horse while Cathy scrambled to get to
the camera. The remains of the first encounter were
running down Jen's legs and there was a large wet spot
on the bed. Jen pulled a pillow under her chest and
lowered her head to the bed.
The camera lost the scene as Cathy picked it up but she
soon had the two back in view, Horse had spread Jen's
cheeks and was admiring what even used and abused was a
most desirable, uh, cunt (for lack of a better
description). His cock was standing at an upward angle
to his body as Cathy zoomed in on it. I must admit, it
was impressive and as it continued to grow in girth,
veins became more pronounced.
The camera moved closer and captured the penetration
and a slow controlled stroke until the view was blocked
by hips. It then moved back until Jen and Horse were
completely in view by which time Horse was in full
stride. His speed was picking up until with each
stroke, Jen's small body was shoved forward. There was
a moment's pause when Jen turned her head and said
something to Cathy.
The camera moved closer then and caught the penis at
the instance the head came out of Jen's cunt. Jen's
orifice slowly closed and the camera stopped. It
started again in a position under Jen's stomach,
showing Horse's cock slamming into Jen, her stomach
bulging and balls slapping against her clitoris. It
moved back to show Jen on her hands and knees and Horse
holding her hips as he pounded her.
I fast forwarded and then stopped and reversed to catch
the final moments when Horse shoved fully into her and
held while he ass cheeks clenched and he flooded her
again with semen.
The next scene showed Jen sitting on a counter top,
with feet on each side of her hips as the cock slowly
entered for a third trip to Nirvana. It was a slow act
this time with none of the earlier pounding. I watched
as Jen's hand came to her clitoris and started
stroking. She would occasionally slip her hand even
further down to feel the invader in it's relentless
assault. Jen had her eyes closed during the entire bout
with a dreamy expression on her face.
He again spurted into her and I began to wonder about
what supplements he was taking.
The next scene was of Jen leaning her head on the back
of the sofa while the camera captured her long legs,
beautiful cunt and perfect ass. Hands reached into the
scene and spread her labia as the camera zoomed in. God
she was beautiful. The hands departed and the head of
Horse's cock came into view.
The camera jiggled as a Cathy's hand came into view and
pulled back the foreskin as the head approached Jen's
cunt. I was aroused by the slow penetration and thought
about returning to the bedroom.
I fast forwarded as it seemed a slow sensual fuck. I
again watched him spurt his seed into my wife.
I jumped when Jen, standing behind me said "I don't
know about his sperm count but he still filled me as
much seminal fluid that last time as he did the first."
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 4 AM.
"Let's go to the gym for a workout, I have to get back
and clean the guest room and you have to be out of here
by noon."
"You're not coming home also?"
"I'll be home Sunday by noon and you had better be
ready for some more cuddling and lovemaking."
I gave her a questioning look.
"Cathy is going to spend tomorrow night with me for a
girl's only slumber party and I've booked Horse for
Saturday night."
"Booked Horse?'
"He's in demand by a lot of married women in addition
to his duties at the clinic. I'm yours from Sunday
until a week from Wednesday and then I'm back here for
another horse ride."
Our life returned to normal except for the Jen's
Wednesday trips to Sacto. She would return on Thursday
and would always attack me for some "serious
lovemaking" as she termed it.
One Thursday she woke me at 3 AM, saying she had
returned because she missed my lovemaking, it was the
second time I had sloppy seconds but Jen didn't seem to
enjoy it.
I asked if there was a problem and she said she might
be pregnant.
**
Nine months later Sue was born and I didn't even want
to think about whose child she was. She was my daughter
and I loved her almost as much as I loved her mother.
After Sue was born, Jen resumed her weekly trips but I
could tell it was not as exciting for her as coming
home on Thursday. She once commented that sex was okay
but love was something that was very special and so
much better in every way.
One summer, when the kids were at camp, she asked if
Horse could spend the night with her, she went on to
say that Cathy could come with Horse and keep me busy
for the night. I declined the offer of Cathy and said I
would make myself scarce.
When Horse arrived, Jen met him at the front door and
they headed around to the pool for a dip, I watched
them frolicking in the nude via the security cameras
and watched as Horse fucked her on the mats beside the
pool. The resolution of the cameras wasn't too great
but I noted he cock still bent before snapping into
her. The had sex beside the pool and later with Jen in
the swing with her feet over his shoulders.
I spent most of my time in the den and as each room in
the house (except for the restrooms) was monitored, I
knew where they were and could easily avoid them.
I couldn't resist going out on the deck and listening
at the door to the Guest Room where they were spent the
night. The door was open with only the screen door
closed. I heard a friendliness in the conversation but
no real intimacy.
Horse did ask once between bouts "Am I better than your
husband?" Her answer was swift and somewhat sharp. "He
is my lover and my friend, he is the only one that can
satisfy both my sexual and my emotional needs. No
disrespect, you're a very nice person, but it's your
size that satisfies a sexual need but only my husband
can finish me. You're good at what you do but he is, as
I said, my lover."
They had sex at least six times that I am aware of. I
was almost caught when they came out onto the deck for
a bout with Jen leaning against the hand rail while
being done from the rear.
When he entered her, she moaned, "God I like that
feeling, fill me up. I can feel you all the way to my
lungs."
After what seemed like five minutes Jen said, "Let's do
me is some other position." They quickly separated and
Jen lay down on a mat and hooked both legs under her
elbows, Horse was quick to guide himself into her cunt
with a slow steady stroke that must have reached new
depths as I heard Jen grunt on each stroke. The
position kept Jen's head up where she could watch each
and every stroke. She paced him by saying "Give me some
nice slow ones." or "Faster, give it to me. Pound it,
get as deep as you can! You're swelling, get it deep
and hold it, I'll milk that hot cum from you."
When they separated, semen flooded from her cunt.
"Where do you get so much of that stuff?" she asked and
without waiting for an answer, went on, "It like a hot
douche every time you do me."
Horse left early the next morning and Jen came to me
saying she needed a good orgasm. She hadn't bathed and
smelled of sweat and sex and when I spread her legs,
semen was dried on her legs and buttocks and it was
still dripping from her cunt. I realized then that I
did like sloppy seconds, there was a special high
knowing she had just been with someone else.
I got a washbasin and some towels and slowly cleaned
her paying especial attention to her cunt. I couldn't
believe how beautiful it was after the pounding she had
endured during the last twelve hours.
When I finished cleaning her, I stripped and entered
her, she used that fabulous muscle control to clamp
down making it feel like I was entering her for the
first time (although I could feel Horse's cum squirting
out as I forced my way in. The only change was that I
could no longer feel her cervix even on my deepest
penetration.
The Wednesday trips soon became every other week and
finally once a month with an occasional two day stay
when both Horse and Cathy spent time at the condo.
I never ask what she did with Cathy and she never
volunteered.
Cathy would some times visit and on each visit I would
be asked to do something with the kids so they could
have some 'girl time'. When the kids were down for the
night, Cathy and Jen would do some 'skinny dipping' in
the pool or lounge on the deck (weather permitting),
sometimes in nude. Jen would always come to bed late
and would be especially aggressive in her love making.
Once I heard Cathy ask, "Would he 'do me' (she giggled
at Jen's phrase) if I asked?"
Jen replied, "You can ask but the answer will be no,
he's never shown an interest in another women. Lucky
girl."
When Sue graduated from high school, Jen and Sue
planned a trip to Europe as a gift before Sue started
college.
A week before they were to leave, we had the house to
ourselves and were enjoying some of the wonderful
lovemaking that was never routine. When we had
exhausted ourselves and were mellowing out I notice a
new mole on Jen's shoulder and told her to have a
doctor look at it. She replied she had an appointment
the next day for a shot and would take care of it then.
Jen and Sue returned after a month of touring and that
evening when we were celebrating Jen's return in our
own special way I noticed the mole had grown in an
angry sort of way. When I asked Jen about what the
doctor had said, she had to think before replying that
she had completely forgot to mention it to the doctor.
We were waiting at the doctor's office the next morning
and that afternoon visiting specialist.
I can suppress the memories of the following fourteen
months and only remember the tender moments Jen and I
shared. The ache and loneliness of losing the one
woman, the only woman I had ever loved is something
that will always remain with me.
When the cancer spread to her bones, she asked me to
call my friend Greg for something that would help her
along. Greg was reluctant but after I described the
progress of the disease, he said he would help. The
next day, a package arrive via overnight delivery.
Neither of us needed any instructions on how to use the
contents of the package so I placed it beside her bed
without a word.
She looked at the contents and then at me and after a
few minutes, tears welled up in both our eyes.
Jen said "It's going to be difficult but would you make
love to me now?"
"I don't want to hurt you love."
"You won't unless you refuse."
It was awkward and not satisfying for either of us, Jen
was so fragile that I lay beside her on the bed gently
kissing her and cuddling her in my arms. We talked
about the children, our love for each other, and re-
counted some memorable love making episodes.
Afterwards as Jen was drifting off to sleep, she said
"I've had much better fucks than that but never a
better loving."
She then seemed to wake fully and said, "Would you be a
dear and drive into Sutter Creek and get some of that
Ice Cream that I like?"
I knew I was being sent away but I felt compelled to
go.
When I returned, Jen was lying peacefully in her bed,
the contents of the package consumed and her journal
laying beside her open to a page on which she had
written.
"There was you and only you that could make me a whole
woman. I've loved no one else nor felt a need for love
from anyone else. It is you and you and always you."
I was interrupted in my journey into the past by the
sound of the gate alarm. I glanced at the gate monitor
when it came alive and saw Cathy's car.
She came into the house with that smile on her face.
When she saw me standing in the den, she said "I've a
promise to keep so get those clothes off and meet me in
the bedroom unless you want to 'do me' here." She liked
using Jen's phrase 'do me' and I suspect she heard it
from Jen at least a few times.
When we finally retired for the evening, I was asleep
almost immediately and soon Jen appeared in the nightly
dream and things were as they should be.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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