Jeanne stood up, walked over to the dresser and opened her purse.
"What are you doing?"
Ignoring my question, Jeanne said, "Turn on your computer."
I got up, walked over to the desk and switched on my computer. As the computer was booting up Jeanne joined me. I noticed that she was holding the small cloth tape measure that she always carried in her purse.
I smiled. "Are you going to measure me?"
"Damn right I am. It's the only way you'll know for sure."
"Sit down in the chair."
"Don't argue, just do it."
Laughing, I said, "All right." I sat down in the desk chair.
After setting the tape measure on the desk, Jeanne knelt between my legs and picked up my stiffening cock. Holding it with both of her hands, she said, "I want you really hard for this."
Realizing what she was doing, I nodded.
Jeanne slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me. Once again it was wonderful. After about a minute of pure ecstasy, Jeanne sat back and looked up at me. "That got you nice and hard, didn't it."
"Yes it did." We were both grinning.
Picking up her tape measure, Jeanne said, "Now sit still."
I watched as she carefully measured the length of my erect penis. After a moment she looked up at me and said, "Six and one quarter inches."
Jeanne then used the cloth tape to measure the circumference of my cock. When she was finished she stood up and said. "Four and three quarter inches."
She set her tape back on the desk and said, "Now, I want you to Google, 'The average length of an adult male penis'."
"Do you really think we'll find something?"
"Sweetie, this is the Internet. These days you can find anything."
"I'll also bet that this is a popular search."
Chuckling, I said, "You're probably right." I typed in the search. We got ten pages of results.
Jeanne said, "Isn't the Internet wonderful?" We both laughed.
I opened one of the web sites. We started reading. We learned that early studies had reported the average length of a penis as about six and a half inches. Researchers had recently decided that those figures were skewed because the men were allowed to do their own measuring and they had a tendency to round their results upward.
Current studies based on more accurate data reported an average penis length of about five and one half inches and an average circumference of about four and a quarter inches.
As we were reading, Jeanne started giggling.
I looked at her and asked, "What's so funny?"
Still giggling, Jeanne said, "I want to get a job as a penis measurer." We both burst out laughing.
We looked at four other web sites. They all reported the same information.
The web sites all also stated that penis size was a much bigger issue for men than it was for women.
As I shut my computer off, Jeanne said, "So, you're cock is just a little larger than average. I happen to think that it's the perfect size. Do you believe me now?"
Smiling, I said, "Yes I do."
"Wanna start fucking again?"
"Would you be willing to give me a little warm up with your tongue first?"
"I'd love to do that."
Jeanne hopped on to the bed and spread her legs. "Come on, sailor, let's have some fun."
I lay down between my wife's legs. As I kissed her already sopping pussy, I once again realized that despite all the insecurity her new life style had created for me, I had to admit that really did like the new Jeanne.
As I kissed and licked my wife's cunt, she became increasingly wet and slippery. I smiled. It really was fun being married to a woman who loved sex. In the past, the old Jeanne had occasionally allowed me to go down on her. It was rare, but it did happen. Usually it was after a romantic dinner that included several cocktails and a bottle of wine. Even then, even after her inhibitions had been eased by alcohol, she still rarely produced much natural moisture. Now, Jeanne gushed like a trollop and I loved it.
I buried my face in Jeanne's cunt and reveled in her wetness. I tried to coat my my lips, my nose, my cheeks and my chin with it. Above me, Jeanne started giggling. That excited me even more. She was actually enjoying what I was doing.
I pushed my tongue into her opening. She was still stretched and loose from our previous coupling. I fucked her with my tongue. Still giggling, Jeanne began gyrating her hips. My already rampant excitement mushroomed.
I started licking the full length of her cunt.
Above me, Jeanne snickered and said, "Michael, you nasty devil. I love this."
That excited me even more. I found her clit, sucked it into my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue. At the same time, I pushed a finger into her cunt and started fucking her with it.
Jeanne screamed, "Michael, that feels fucking amazing." Madly gyrating her hips, she grabbed my head and held my face tightly against her clit. I kept sucking it and flicking it with my tongue while I finger fucked her at the same time.
Suddenly, I felt her muscles tense and then, still holding my face pressed to her engorged clit, she screamed and started to shake. Her hands tightened their grip on my head. For a moment, I feared that she might crush me, but then her iron grip eased.
Several seconds passed. Finally, Jeanne let go of my head and melted into the bed.
I pulled myself up so that I was lying next to her and gently stroked her hair. After moment, she smiled at me and then she started to giggle.
I said, "What?"
Jeanne grinned at me. "Michael, you don't ever have to worry about being an inadequate lover. Baby, that was magnificent."
I beamed with pride.
Jeanne popped up. "Come on, lie back. I want to keep going."
Still grinning, I said, "Okay." I lay back on the pillows.
Jeanne moved down the bed. My cock was sticking straight up. Resting her arm on my stomach, she wrapped the fingers of her other hand around my stiff shaft and began slowly stroking it. At the same time, she said, "Michael, you have a beautiful cock. I'm madly in love with it. It will always be my favorite." Leaning forward, she kissed it and then she parted her lips, took the head into her mouth and started sucking me.
"Jeanne, that feels wonderful."
She stopped and sat up. "Do you like that?"
"When you come home, I'll do it for you every day for the rest of our lives."
"Even when we're old and wrinkly?"
"Even when we're old and wrinkly."
We both laughed, and then Jeanne put my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me in earnest. It was wonderful. The new Jeanne knew how to give a great blow job. I smiled. Twelve guys in the parking lot at Brady's Saloon. She'd definitely been practicing. And then I realized something. It didn't bother me. I wasn't jealous. All she was doing was having fun, and I had to admit that this really was fun.
I closed my eyes and imagined Jeanne and a strange man together in the back seat of his car. It would be a luxury sedan, maybe a Mercedes Benz or a Lexus. They were making out. Jeanne's blouse was unbuttoned and her brassiere was unfastened. The man was fondling her exposed breasts.
Jeanne unbuckled the man's belt, pulled down his zipper, opened his suit pants and took out his cock. He was hard. She leaned down, slipped it into her mouth and started sucking him just like she was sucking me.
Suddenly, I heard Jeanne giggling and then I realized that she'd stopped sucking my cock. I opened my eyes.
She was looking at me. "Michael, what were you just thinking about? Baby, I've never seen your cock this hard."
Feeling a little embarrassed, I said, "Nothing, I was just enjoying what you were..." I stopped myself in mid sentence. I was expecting Jeanne to tell me the truth. She had every right to expect the same honesty from me.
Still a little embarrassed about admitting what I'd really been thinking, I quietly said, "I was imagining you giving a guy a blow job in the back seat of his car in the parking lot behind Brady's Saloon."
Jeanne stared at me. After a moment she asked, "And that's what got you so excited?"
Suddenly overwhelmed with shame, I shrugged and looked away.
Quickly grasping the stress this admission was causing me, Jeanne said, "Baby, I'm not judging you or criticizing you. I'm really not. In fact, I think it's unbelievably hot and kinky. I love it."
Jeanne was still holding my cock, but the nervous tension I'd just felt was causing me to lose my erection. Realizing it, Jeanne bent over and sucked me again. Relieved by her reaction, I relaxed. My cock stiffened immediately.
As soon as I was hard again, Jeanne pulled herself up and straddled my hips. Grinning at me she said, "Wanna tell me about it while we fuck?"
Laughing, I answered, "Isn't that kind of kinky?"
With a glint in her eyes, Jeanne said, "Damn right, big boy." And then she lowered herself onto my cock. She was so wet that I slipped right into her. When the old Jeanne and I had sex, she usually had to use a commercial lubricant. The new Jeanne didn't need that.
As soon as I was all the way inside her, Jeanne leaned forward and started rubbing my nipples with her fingertips. "Michael, play with my tits while we fuck."
I reached up with both hands and began massaging Jeanne's breasts.
She smiled. "I love it when a guy plays with my tits."
"You have beautiful tits. I'll bet they all enjoy playing with them."
"They do. Is that okay? Is it all right that I let other men play with my tits?"
Remembering my conversation with Charles Montgomery, I said, "You enjoy it. You just told me that."
"Yes, I do."
"Then it's all right. I love you. I want you to enjoy yourself."
"Does it excite you, Michael? Does it excite you when you think about other men playing with my tits?"
"It does right now."
"Because you're aroused."
Grinning at me, Jeanne said, "Then I guess I'll have to keep you perpetually aroused."
I laughed. "That could be fun."
"I think so, too."
Up to this point, Jeanne had just been sitting on my cock. Now she started to rock back and forth. She moved slowly, rhythmically. I remembered her comment that sex and dancing were closely related. She was dancing with me. I liked it.
"Tell me what you were thinking about a moment ago. You know, while I was sucking your cock."
It seemed like I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn't. Jeanne had become so free and open about sex that I felt like I could reveal even my deepest and most secret fantasies to her.
I was also incredibly aroused. My gorgeous wife of twenty-seven years had just sucked my cock. Now she was on top of me; slowly fucking me while she played with my nipples and I fondled her big beautiful breasts. At that moment, talking about a kinky fantasy seemed like one more tantalizing spice.
Still, it was a little scary. I was the product of years of social conditioning. A proper husband wasn't supposed to get excited when he imagined his wife sucking another man's cock.
I immediately understood. This was exactly what Jeanne was trying to explain to me. Just because people tell you something is wrong doesn't make it wrong. As long as no one is getting hurt, we all have the right and even the obligation to live by our own moral code. When Jeanne sucked a guy off in the parking lot behind Brady's Saloon, she wasn't hurting anybody, and when I got excited imagining her doing it, I wasn't hurting anyone either.
I'm a voyeur. I've known that for years. I love watching adult movies. A lot of other people do, too. The adult film industry is huge. This is just another form of voyeurism.
Suddenly, I was not only willing to tell Jeanne what I'd been imagining, I wanted to tell her. Excited, I said, "I was imagining you were with a man you'd just met in Brady's Saloon. The two of you were in the back seat of his car."
Still slowly rocking back and forth on my cock, Jeanne said, "It was parked in a dark corner of the parking lot, a place where no one would see us."
"It was a big sedan."
"It was a Buick, a large black Buick with a spacious back seat. What did the man look like?"
"He was a little younger than me, maybe forty or forty-one."
"Was he handsome?"
"Very; he was tall and fit, too. It was easy to see why you were attracted to him."
"I was. The moment I saw him in the bar I knew I wanted him. Tell me what we were doing in the back seat of his car."
"You were making out with him."
"Yes, I was. I love making out with guys."
"Your blouse was unbuttoned and your brassiere was unfastened."
"Was he playing with my tits?"
"What was I doing?"
"You were unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants."
"I was eager to see his cock."
"Did he have a big cock?"
"Not really. It wasn't as big as yours, but it was still nice."
"How did you know that?"
"Before we left for the parking lot, we made out in one of the back booths in the bar. I played with it while we made out."
"Tell me why you were eager to see his cock."
"I love cocks. I love looking at them, I love playing with them, I love sucking them and I love getting fucked by them. I'm a slut, Michael, you're married to a slut. Is that okay? I hope it is, because I love being a slut."
"And it doesn't hurt anybody else."
"Not even you? Does it hurt you, Michael?"
"Sometimes, not as much as it did at first. Now, I'm starting to enjoy it."
"I'm glad. I want you to enjoy it. I want us to be able to enjoy it together."
"I'm a voyeur, Jeanne. I always have been."
"I know. You've always liked dirty movies. That used to bother me when I was a prude. It doesn't anymore. Now, I'm glad you like them. Now, I want you to watch them. I want you to watch them and imagine that I'm the woman in the movie."
"And you're sucking another man's cock."
"Yes, I'm sucking another man's cock."
During this exchange, Jeanne had gradually been increasing the tempo of her movement. Now she was rocking back and forth on my cock with relentless abandon. I let go of her breasts, slid my hands down to her rear and started bucking my hips in time with her rocking.
Jeanne cried, "Yes, Michael, that's what I want. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
She let go of my nipples and started massaging her clit with the fingers of both of her hands. We forgot about fantasies and talking and concentrated all of our attention on fucking.
I felt the familiar warm glow building in my loins.
Suddenly, Jeanne's body stiffened and then she arched her back and cried, "I'm cumming!"
As her body started to shake, the first spurt of my semen erupted into Jeanne's cunt. We were both consumed by a storm of orgasmic ecstasy. The storm raged for several seconds before it began to abate. Gradually we both relaxed.
Leaning forward, Jeanne placed a hand on each side of my shoulders to support herself, and then she looked down at me and smiled. I grinned up at her. She giggled and said, "That was wonderful."
I nodded. "It really was."
"I love you, Michael."
"I love you too, Jeanne."
Jeanne lowered herself to my chest. She sighed as my softening cock slipped out of her cunt. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to me.
She whispered, "I could spend the rest of my life right here in your arms."
"That would be okay with me."
We held each other for several minutes. Finally, Jeanne rolled off of me and said, "That was wonderful. I'm pretty sure that was the first time you and I ever orgasmed at the same time."
"I believe you're right."
"It was fun."
"Yes, it was. Have you ever had a simultaneous orgasm with one of your other men?"
Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, "Yes, I suppose that is a fair question. From now on I'll have to be careful about how I phrase statements like that. No, Michael, I haven't. You're the only person I've ever orgasmed with simultaneously."
"It would have been okay if it had already happened with another man. It's going to happen. It's inevitable."
"Yes, I suppose it is. I cum a lot easier now than I used to."
"Yes, you do."
"Is that okay? Does it bother you that I cum when I'm with other men?"
"No, not at all. In fact I'm glad you do. I love you, I want you to enjoy yourself."
"That's the second time you've said that tonight. It's an interesting position to take."
"Why? I do love you. I should want you to be happy."
"Yes, and while I am grateful that you feel that way, I don't think it's the position that most husbands would take."
"Most women your age don't suddenly decide to become sluts." I paused and then I quickly said, "Was it okay that I said that? I wasn't trying to demean you."
"It was fine. I know you weren't trying to demean me. I like the term. It makes me feel free. The people who view it as a pejorative are the same ugly judgmental people who preach the puritan dogma that kept me inhibited for most of my life."
Chuckling, I said, "My wife is a slut and I'm starting to like it."
"Yeah, I think I am. It certainly has its benefits."
"What do you mean?"
"Jeanne, I just had the best sex of my entire life. I never even imagined that it could be that good."
"It was fun, wasn't it."
"Yes it was, and so what if you occasionally go out with another man. As long as you keep me well satisfied, it really doesn't hurt me. Actually, I'm finding that it compliments my voyeurism."
"Baby, I will keep you well satisfied. I promise." Jeanne giggled. "It will be a labor of love. I also promise to always tell you about my dates when I get home. That way you can enjoy them, too."
"I'd like that."
Jeanne was quiet. After a moment she said, "Michael?"
"Since you seem to be adapting to all of this so well, do you think that maybe you might be able to come home a little earlier than you planned?"
I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Jeanne, I'd like to do that, I really would; but I can't risk it."
"I need time to get used to all of this. It's much easier to accept your dating when I'm two thousand miles away. Jeanne, that evening you went out with Derek Fischer was the worst night of my life. Seeing you with your hair done, all made up and wearing a new dress and knowing it was for another man was excruciatingly painful. Watching him kiss you on our front lawn was awful, and then hearing that he'd taken you to the Kennsington Grill and you held his hand during dinner was unbearable."
"Michael, I'm so sorry I did those things. I was a thoughtless bitch. I'd give anything to be able to go back and change all of it."
"Jeanne, I wasn't trying to drag all of that up again. We've discussed what happened that night. You apologized and made an effort to explain how it happened. I've accepted your apology and understand what happened. I only brought it up so that you can understand why I can't come home right away."
"But Michael, I won't make those same mistakes again. I promise."
"Jeanne, they really weren't mistakes."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you enjoy getting dressed up for a date? Isn't that part of the fun. Earlier you told me that you love making out with guys. When you bring a guy home so you can entertain him in your play room, won't you want to kiss him in our living room or maybe hold his hand?
"On the evenings I have dates, I could get ready at Tricia's apartment. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. I wouldn't have to bring my dates home. We could go to a motel. You wouldn't see me until I came home. That could work couldn't it?"
"I thought about something like that, only I was the one who would leave. I could stay at a motel while you prepared for your date and then entertained him at our house. I almost had myself convinced that it would work, but it wouldn't."
"It makes dating inconvenient for you. Even if I'm the one who leaves. I know you. You're a considerate person. Every time I have to leave, you'll feel guilty that your inconveniencing me. Either way, whether you leave or I leave, I'm afraid you'll start to limit the number of times you go out with other men. Jeanne, when I come home, you still have to be able to freely live your new life as a slut and I have to be able to fully accept what you're doing. If you have to start limiting your behavior in order to appease me, I think it's likely that you'll start resenting me. If that happens, I fear that it will be the beginning of the end of our marriage."
I continued. "Before I can come home, I have to reach a point where I can be comfortable watching television in the den while you entertain a man in your play room."
"Do you think you can reach that point?"
"Before this weekend, I would have said probably not, but talking to you has helped. The wonderful sex is helping, too."
"Michael, I'm sorry. You should have been benefiting from my new attitude about sex long before I started dating."
"I know. We've discussed that, too. I understand why that didn't happen and you're doing a good job of taking care of that now."
"I'm trying, I really am.
"Yes, you are."
"Michael, earlier tonight you told me that we can have more weekend get togethers like this one. Can we really do that?"
"Of course we can. In fact, I think they're essential. I also intend to create a new email address for your use only, and before you go home, I'll give you my cell phone number. I now realize that we need to talk regularly."
"Thank you; not being able to communicate directly with you was awful."
"I'm sorry I had to cut off communication with you. I needed some time to heal."
"I'm sorry I hurt you."
"That's over; now it's time to start rebuilding our life together."
"Michael, I can't begin to tell you how much I want to do that."
"I know, Jeanne, I want that too."
Jeanne kissed me and then she said, "Baby, it's late, but I'd still like to play a little more. Do you have any energy left?"
"I think I can get it up one more time, but I might need a little help from you and I definitely need a few more minutes to recuperate."
Jeanne reached down and gave my still limp penis a gentle squeeze. "I'd love to give you a hand and even a mouth. And Mr. Voyeur, while were waiting how about a Julia Ann movie. I've only seen pictures of her on the Internet. I'd love to see her in action."
"Really? You want to watch an adult movie with me? Are you turning into a voyeur, too?"
"No, I'm a die hard slut. I prefer actually participating, but I like to do things with my favorite man. He likes to watch, so occasionally I'm going to watch with him." Jeanne was grinning at me.
Smiling at her, I stood up, got my laptop computer from the desk and set it up on the bed between us.
As I was opening a Julia Ann movie, Jeanne said, "You've done this before."
I laughed. "You caught me."
We smiled at each other and then I started the movie playing. "Let's try this one."
We watched. Julia Ann was straddling a dark haired man who was probably in his late thirties or early forties. She was wearing an elegant black dress. They were making out.
I said, "I like this movie because the man is a little older. In some of her movies they do that cougar thing with younger guys. Those aren't as appealing to me."
"I don't think they're making those movies for you, Michael."
"I'm finding that I prefer men who are a little older."
"Have you dated some younger guys?"
"Two; they were both in their early twenties."
"How did you meet them?"
"I met one of them in a bar. I stopped for a cocktail with the secretaries after work. He was working as a student intern in one of the nearby law offices. Tricia lined me up with the other one. He's a friend of hers."
"You just said that you prefer older men. You must not have enjoyed them."
"They were the rammers and jammers I told you about."
"Young men get really hard and they recover quickly, but they lack patience."
"They get too excited."
Jeanne laughed. "That's a good way to put it."
We turned our attention back to the movie. The dark haired man had pulled Julia Ann's dress down and unfastened her brassiere. He was fondling her breasts.
Jeanne said, "She's very pretty. Do you really think I look like her?"
"She could be your twin sister."
"Her hair is blonde, mine's brown."
"I was thinking about becoming a blonde. Would that be all right with you?"
Smiling, I said, "I think you'd look gorgeous as a blonde."
Jeanne smiled back. "The next time we have one of these weekends, you'd better be prepared."
"I'll take that as a promise."
We watched the movie again. Julia Ann was sucking her costar's cock.
Jeanne said, "She looks like she's really enjoying that."
"She's either enjoying it or she's an outstanding actress."
"I think she's enjoying it. I know I do. I love giving head." Moving closer, Jeanne nuzzled my ear and whispered, "I'd like to suck your cock right now. Would that be okay?"
"I'd like that very much."
Jeanne giggled. "I thought you might." She moved down so that she was lying next to my hips, picked up my stiffening penis and slipped it into her mouth.
I lay back on the pillows watching Julia Ann suck her costar's cock while Jeanne sucked my cock. I was in voyeur heaven.
After a minute, Jeanne took my cock out of her mouth, sat up and looked at me. "Michael, I want you to imagine that it's me in the movie. I want you to imagine that you're watching me suck another man's cock. Will you do that?"
I was aroused and I really was a voyeur. The idea of watching Jeanne with another man had been lurking in the recesses of my mind for several weeks. Breathless with excitement I answered, "Yes, yes I will."
"Would you enjoy doing that? Would you like to watch me when I'm with another man?"
While I was excited, I was still an accountant. Caution prevailed. I answered, "Eventually, I think I might. Right now, fantasies are enough. I'm not yet ready to see it for real."
"But maybe someday you will be. I think I'd like that. I think sometimes, I'd like you to watch. You're a voyeur and I'm beginning to understand that I'm an exhibitionist."
"You enjoyed wearing those tight sexy clothes to dinner tonight. You loved knowing that all the men in the restaurant were watching you."
"I did, I really did. It's taken a while for me to get enough confidence to start doing it, but now I love wearing sexy clothes. I'm even wearing sexy clothes to work."
"How are those conservative lawyers you work for taking that?"
"So far they haven't said anything. I do notice them ogling me when they think I'm not watching them."
"You enjoy that, don't you?"
"Michael, I love it when men look at me. I love being a slut."
Jeanne leaned over. As she was about to put my cock back in her mouth, we both noticed that it was starting to grow. She kissed it and said, "It looks like somebody's soldier is waking up again. Let's see if we can give it a little encouragement." She slipped my cock back into her mouth and began sucking me in earnest.
The combination of the movie, Jeanne's naked breasts pressing against my thigh, our kinky conversation about watching her with another man and of course, her marvelously skilled blow job all combined to get me fully erect in less than a minute.
As soon as I was hard, Jeanne looked up me and smiled. "It looks like you're ready for tonight's main event."
Laughing, I said, "I'm not sure I know what that means, but I'm definitely eager to find out."
"Michael, dear, I told you earlier. Tonight you're going to fuck my ass."
"I remember you saying that, but I wasn't sure you were serious."
"Oh I am definitely serious. I really want to know what it feels like."
"Okay, what do we have to do? I've seen it in the movies. Sometimes they put in plugs to stretch you out a little."
Jeanne stood up, walked over to her purse, opened it and took out a small tube. I assumed it was lubricant. As she returned to the bed she said, "Tricia told me that as long as I liberally lube up my butt, I'll be just fine."
"Tricia told you that? Is she into anal intercourse?"
"She loves it. Jodie's tried it too, but she's just so so about it. She doesn't mind it. She'll do it if a guy really wants to do it, but I don't think she'd ever initiate it. "
"But Tricia loves it." Laughing, I added, "Paul must be a pretty adventurous guy."
"In his own way, I guess that's true; but I'm fairly certain that Tricia has never let him do that with her."
"She hasn't? I don't understand. You just told me that Tricia loves anal sex. Paul is Tricia's fiancee."
"Michael, I'm going to tell you something about Tricia and Paul, but you have to promise that you'll try to keep an open mind. Will you do that?"
"No, Michael, I'm serious. I think this might be difficult for you. You have to promise."
"Okay, I promise."
"I told you before that Tricia has a boyfriend."
"Yes, Randy Parkman."
"She also dates other men."
"Yes, in fact you just told me that she's started dating older men."
"That's right. Michael, Randy Parkman and the other men Tricia dates are the men who get to fuck Tricia's rear; in fact they're the only men who get to fuck Tricia at all."
"Are you telling me that Paul doesn't get to fuck Tricia, but other men do?"
"Then why is she planning to marry him?"
"She loves him."
"Jeanne, you're not making any sense."
"Michael, your oldest daughter is a dominant. Do you know what that means?"
"I think so, you're telling me that Tricia is a dominatrix."
"Kind of; I don't think she'd ever use that term. For her, being a dominant is more of a lifestyle choice. Michael, Paul is a submissive. Tricia loves Paul, but he's not so much her boyfriend as her slave."
"Yes and Tricia refers to herself as a superior."
"Isn't that a little arrogant?"
"It's only within the context of the game they play. There are several other couples all into the same fantasy. Randy Parkman and his wife are part of the game too, only in their case Randy is the dominant and his wife Carol is the submissive."
"But it's just a game."
"That's what they call it, but they're pretty serious about it. In many ways, Paul really is Tricia's slave. He does all the household chores: the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, everything. He's not even allowed to work. His job is to take care of Tricia."
"And I gather that he doesn't get to have sex with Tricia."
"Not in the traditional way. He eats Tricia's pussy." Jeanne paused. After a moment she added, "And her ass." She watched me to see how I reacted to that.
I said, "Don't worry, I'm not shocked by that. Remember, I'm a dirty movie aficionado. That's pretty common in those movies."
"Yeah, if the person's clean it's really not that big a deal. In adult movies it's a frequent accompaniment to oral sex."
Jeanne laughed. "I thought I was more worldly than you, but I guess that's not completely true."
"I think you now have more practical experience than I do. Most of my knowledge was acquired vicariously."
"We can teach each other."
"That would be fun."
"I have to admit that you took the news about your oldest daughter's kinky lifestyle rather well."
I shrugged. "I assume they're happy."
"I think they are. They certainly seem happy."
"They're not hurting anybody. It's their life. They get to live it anyway they want."
"Michael Nolan, you are a truly remarkable man."
"I'm trying, Jeanne, I really am."
Jeanne smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
She kept smiling.
After a moment I said. "What?"
Still smiling, she said, "You took a shower just before I got here, correct?"
"And I took one right after I got here and you joined me."
"So we're both clean, right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Wanna try it? I'll do you first."
Chuckling, I said, "Jeanne the prude is definitely gone."
"She certainly is. So do you?"
"Sure, why not."
"Lie back on the pillows. I'm going to start by sucking you."
"Just a moment." I picked up my computer and set it on the desk. Then I got back on the bed and lay back with my head on the pillows. "Okay."
Jeanne positioned herself between my parted thighs. As she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my erection she said, "You still have to fuck my butt tonight. If you feel like you're going to cum warn me so I can stop."
"I will." I quickly added, "At least I'll try."
"I'll try to be careful too."
Jeanne slipped my cock into her mouth, gave me a few quick sucks and moved down to my balls. I was certain that she was trying to make sure I didn't cum by accident.
She kept her fingers loosely wrapped around the shaft of my erect penis while she kissed and licked my balls. Afraid that I might cum, I focused all of my attention on maintaining control. I wanted to avoid that disaster.
Jeanne whispered, "Pull your hips up; it's time."
Both excited and anxious, I pulled my feet back and elevated my hips exposing my anus to Jeanne. She placed both hands under my butt cheeks and raised me even higher and then I felt her tongue at the base of my ball sac. I held my breath. She moved lower. Her tongue was in the crack of my ass. She explored it. She found my anus. I felt her tongue circling it and then I realized that she was probing it. My wife of twenty-seven years, the woman who was too inhibited to suck my cock unless she'd been drinking, was licking my asshole.
It was a strange sensation. While it wasn't unpleasant, it wasn't particularly pleasurable either. I immediately grasped that this was a perceptual pleasure. There were nerve endings in the cock and the pussy that produced real physical gratification. The anus didn't have those nerve endings. The pleasure was derived from the participants' perception of what was occurring. I was inclined to think that Trisha enjoyed it because she was a dominant. To her, receiving this pleasure was a validation of her position. I suspected that Paul enjoyed giving this pleasure because it was an expression of his submission.
I was curious to hear Jeanne's reaction. My guess was that she was going to find both giving and receiving this pleasure exciting. At this point in her life, she viewed herself as a libertine, a woman devoted to sexual gratification, a woman who was willing to try anything regardless of how daring or unconventional it might be.
I smiled to myself. Why not? Life can become awfully mundane. What's wrong with being daring and unconventional? Absolutely nothing. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of my wife's tongue in my ass.
After a moment Jeanne pulled away and moved back up next to me. She kissed me. I kissed her back. Knowing where her tongue had just been didn't bother me at all.
Jeanne asked, "Did you enjoy that?"
"I think so, let me do you and then let's talk about it."
"Okay." Jeanne rolled over and got up on her knees. "I think doing it like this will be easier."
As I positioned myself behind her, I said, "I think you're right."
I took a moment to slowly lick Jeanne's cunt. Breathless with excitement, she said, "Just doing that is wonderful. Michael, right now I'm so excited. This is so slutty."
I smiled. I knew my Jeanne. I gave her cunt three more long slow licks and then I moved up to the crack of her ass. As I did that I brought my right hand to her wet slit and started massaging it with my fingertips.
Jeanne gasped. "Oh my god, Michael."
My tongue explored the full length of Jeanne's ass, but I carefully avoided her puckered hole.
Giggling, she said, "You're teasing me."
I found her engorged clit and rubbed it gently with my thumb. At the same time I started placing soft kisses in the crack of Jeanne's ass. Slowly, methodically my kisses moved closer to her asshole. I could feel the tension in Jeanne's body as she anticipated what I was about to do.
Still rubbing Jeanne's clit with my thumb, I pressed my lips to her anus and gave her a deep kiss. She shuddered. I extended my tongue and circled her. She emitted a low moan. I pushed my tongue into her. Jeanne cried, "Oh my god, Michael, that is so nasty. I love it."
I pushed my tongue even deeper into her. I was every bit as excited as Jeanne. She was enjoying this and I was discovering that I loved giving her this pleasure.
Jeanne pressed her ass into my face. Still rubbing her clit with my thumb, I closed my eyes and made out with her asshole.
Suddenly, Jeanne arched her back and screamed. I kept my face buried in her ass while her entire body shook with pleasure.
Gradually, Jeanne's orgasm subsided. She collapsed on the bed. I moved up and lay next to her. After a moment she kissed me and said, "That really was fun."
"Yes, it was."
"Which did you enjoy more? Doing it or receiving it."
"I think doing it."
"Really? Tell me why."
"You got so excited while I was doing it. I'm discovering that I enjoy giving you pleasure."
"You rubbed my clit while you were doing it. I think that made a difference. I didn't play with your cock because I was afraid I'd make you cum. I still want you to fuck my butt before we go to sleep."
"I understand and you were right. If you'd stroked me, I'm pretty sure I would have cum."
"After we shower in the morning I'll give you a blow job. I'll do it as part of the blow job and make you cum."
"I'd like that."
"I like giving pleasure, too."
"I know you do."
"That's why I like going to Brady's Pub so much."
"I know that."
"I suppose you do. You know me pretty well. Does it bother you? You know, because I like to give other men pleasure."
"It did at first, but I'm getting used to the idea. Seeing you happy makes me happy."
"I promise that you'll always come first."
"Is that a pun?"
Jeanne giggled. "Yes, I guess it is."
I kissed Jeanne. She smiled, but then her smile disappeared. I watched her. It was obvious that she was thinking.
Finally she said, "Michael, I want to say something. I think it's important."
"I'm afraid that you might take it the wrong way and I don't want that."
"I'll try to listen to you and understand what you tell me. If you think it's important, you do need to tell me. Remember, the only way this can work is if we're completely honest with each other."
Jeanne nodded and then she took a deep breath and said, "I understand why we fell in love, got married and are so happy with each other. We're very similar people. We care about each other and we're both usually considerate about each others feelings. I say usually because I really fucked up on this one."
Continuing, Jeanne said, "I think that's one of the reasons I enjoy dating other men."
I suddenly understood exactly what Jeanne was trying to say and I had to admit that it made perfect sense to me. It actually helped me understand and accept what she was doing.
I said, "Jeanne, I think you're telling me that both of us are givers, and once in a while you'd like to have sex with a man who's a taker so you can focus all of your attention on pleasing him."
Jeanne considered that. After a moment she said, "That's exactly what I was trying to explain. Is that all right? I mean I wouldn't want that all the time. You're a wonderful, caring lover. I love you and sex with you is always magnificent, but once in a while it would be fun to have sex with a really demanding man."
"Yes, it's all right. In fact it helps me understand what you're doing."
"Yes, it makes sense to me."
"Thank you, Michael, thank you for having such an open mind."
"So tell me, is Trent Peters a demanding sex partner?"
Jeanne stared at me. Suddenly realizing that she thought I was upset, I said, "Jeanne, I'm not angry."
"Okay, but you have to understand that the last time we talked about him you hung up on me."
"Yes, I'm sorry about that. There are still going to be times when my emotions get the better of me. Also, the sex we've enjoyed this evening has helped me a lot. I don't feel as neglected as I did before."
Jeanne nodded. "That's why I knew I had to come out here. I had to make sure you knew that I found you sexually desirable."
I smiled. "You've done a pretty good job of that."
Jeanne smiled back at me.
I said, "So tell me, is Trent Peters a demanding lover?"
"Michael, are you sure you're not angry."
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Then I don't understand, why are you asking me about him?"
"Do you remember what I said to you during our telephone call last night? It was just before you told me about Trent Peters."
"We talked about a lot of things, but the call ended so disastrously that I've forgotten most of it. After you hung up, all I could think about was how to find a way to talk to you again."
"I'm sorry, I told you earlier; sometimes my emotions are going to overwhelm me. I'm trying to keep that from happening, but once in a while things get out of hand."
"I know and I understand. Actually I think you're doing a commendable job of keeping your emotions in check. We also have to remember that I'm the cause of all these problems. I think you're entitled to an occasional outburst of anger."
"We're both trying."
"Yes we are. Please refresh my memory. What did you tell me last night?"
"I told you that I thought we need to try to use the time we're apart to address some of the problems that are likely to occur after I return. I explained that I'm reasonably certain that eventually you'll find men that you enjoy both sexually and socially. When that happens you're going to want to see them regularly. That's going to be hard for me. I'm going to need some opportunities to get used to it."
"Yes, I remember now. You want me to find a boyfriend right away so you can have a chance to get used to the idea while you're still away from home. That's why I told you about Trent."
"That's right, it's much easier to get used to something when it's not occurring right in front of you."
"But you want me to tell you about him. You want to hear about my dates with him."
"I need to hear about every detail. I need to hear you tell me how much you're enjoying him. It's the only way I can get used to the idea."
"It's a little like the fantasy games that Ruth and David are playing. I'm fairly certain that eventually, Ruth is going to actually start dating. When that happens the fantasy games will have helped David prepare for the real thing." Jeanne sighed. "That's what I should have done with you. I should have been playing fantasy sex games with you for the past year."
"I would have enjoyed them, but were you ready to play games like that a year ago?"
"No, I don't think I was. Still I should have waited to start dating until we'd had a chance to play those games for awhile."
"That may be true, but it didn't happen; so now we have to do it this way."
"Okay, I understand. You need to hear about Trent Peters."
"Do you want to start dating him?"
"Yes, I think I do."
"Then you need to tell me about him. We need to be able to openly talk about him."
"What do you want to hear? I already told you how I met him."
"Yes, and you told me about sucking his cock while he was sitting on the couch in our living room."
"That was when you got upset."
"Yes it was, but now that I've been treated to a couple of your blow jobs, I don't feel quite so neglected."
"I'm glad I came out here."
"I am, too. When you sucked his cock, did you make Trent cum?"
"Yes, I'm learning that most guys cum pretty quickly the first time. When I'm with a guy, I try to make him cum right away. That way, when he starts fucking me he can last a little longer."
"I assume that you let Trent fuck you."
Jeanne stared at me. After a moment she said, "You just called him Trent. In fact you called him that twice. You always call Derek Fischer, Fischer."
"I was angry at Fischer. I don't have any reason to be angry with Trent Peters."
"Is it because you've had a chance to get used to the idea that I'm letting other men fuck me?"
"I suppose that is it."
"I'm beginning to grasp what you're trying to do. The more we talk about all of this, the easier it gets for you. Do you think there's a chance that you'll eventually reach a point where you actually enjoy it?"
"I think it's possible. I am a voyeur. It definitely appeals to that part of my personality."
Smiling, Jeanne said, "Would you like to hear more?"
"After I sucked him..."
"Jeanne before you go on can I ask you a question?"
"When Trent orgasmed did you let him cum in your mouth?"
"No, Michael, he ejaculated on my tits. You're the only man I'll let cum in my mouth." Jeanne quickly added, "That's not just because I love you, it's also a health issue. I don't want a stranger's semen in my mouth."
"That makes sense. You were about to tell me what you did after you finished giving him a blow job."
"We moved into Tricia's old room."
"Are you going to redecorate it?'
"Are you sure that's all right with you?"
"I want you to do it. I was even planning to buy you an erotic painting to hang on the wall."
"Would you like that? Maybe you'd rather pick out your own paintings."
"I can have more than one painting, and I really would like to have a painting that you selected for me."
"Would you like to go to some art galleries tomorrow? We can pick out a painting together and have it shipped home."
"Michael, I'd really like that."
"Then we'll do it. Now back to Trent. What happened when you got to Tricia's room."
"We quickly undressed. We were both pretty excited. As soon as we were in bed, Trent went down on me."
"Was he good?"
"Not as good as you are. I don't think he enjoys doing it as much as you do. I think he mostly did it so that I'd be nice and wet when he fucked me."
"He only ate me for about a minute, then he climbed on top of me and pushed his cock into my cunt."
"Was he good at fucking?"
Jeanne nodded. "He was wond..." She stopped herself in mid sentence. "I'm sorry, Michael, I didn't mean to say that."
"Why not? If it's true I want you to say it. Jeanne, we have to be able to be honest with each other. It would be naive of me to believe that I'll always be better than all the other men you date. Actually I hope that's not the case. If you're going to do this, I want you to experience some wonderful sex."
"Thank you, Michael." Jeanne paused. She thought for a moment and then she said, "It's not that Trent is better than you are, Michael. You're both accomplished sex partners. You're both good, it's just that you're different. Tonight, sex with you was a wonderful shared experience. It was magical. The night I was with Trent, he took me. He controlled me. It almost felt like he was using me. I certainly wouldn't want only that. I need the magical sex we had tonight, but once in a while it's fun to be taken."
I nodded. "I'm a giver, Trent's a taker."
"I think that's right. You're different people. You have different temperaments."
"I'll bet Trent would love it if you licked his ass while you were giving him a blow job."
"I'm sure he would, but it won't happen. That's a pleasure I intend to reserve solely for you."
"Why? I don't actually enjoy it that much. I'd rather lick your ass. If you want to reserve something for just me, that's what I'd like."
Jeanne smiled. "You are a giver."
"Yes, I am."
"But I don't think you're submissive, at least not like Paul is to Tricia."
Chuckling, I said, "No, that's not me." I paused for a moment and considered what Jeanne had just said. Finally I said, "I've never really thought about that. While I love watching adult movies, I've never been particularly interested in the female domination movies and there are a lot of them out there."
"I think it's a pretty common fantasy for men."
"David is starting to express some submissive desires to Ruth."
"She told you that?"
"We talk all the time."
"How does she feel about David being submissive?"
"She's pretty excited about it."
"Ruth has told me a little about what she was like before she married David. Believe me Michael, she was not a prude."
"She was pretty wild."
"Before she met David, she was dating a guy named Nick Granger."
"She mentioned him in an email."
"They were pretty adventurous. She told me they did quite a bit of swinging."
"I never would have guessed that."
"She loves David. After she met him she left all that behind her. Now that they've started this fantasy game, I'm pretty sure it's just a matter of time before Ruth starts dating other men. I also think that like Tricia, she has a strong dominant streak. I think she's going to take full advantage of David's submissive inclinations."
"You're telling me that it won't be long before she's wearing the pants in the family."
"I think that's always been the case. No, I'm talking about more than that. I think that David is gradually going to become Ruth's servant."
"They have two kids. How will that work?"
"They'll keep it toned down around the kids."
"So, do you have a dominant streak?"
"Do you want me to have one?"
"Are you asking me again if I have submissive desires."
"You told me you didn't, but then it seemed like you started waffling."
"I'm pretty sure I don't, at least not a very significant streak. I don't think it's a case of you are or you aren't. It's more like a continuum. I'll never be way out there with Paul or David, but I probably lean a little bit to the submissive side." I smiled. "I could easily spend weeks with my face buried in your cunt. I also loved licking your ass tonight and I was pretty so so about having my ass licked."
"Weeks with your face buried in my cunt, now that's a tantalizing prospect. I'll remember that when you finally do come home." Jeanne winked at me.
I winked back and then I said, "I think my real kink is voyeurism."
Nodding in agreement, Jeanne said, "You do love your adult movies."
"You still haven't answered my question. Do you have a dominant streak?"
"Not really. I think I'm like you, I maybe lean just a little bit to the submissive side of the continuum; but not very much. I loved licking your ass tonight, but I also loved it when you licked my ass. Right now I think I just like doing anything that's slutty and nasty."
Grinning, I said, "You're a slut and I'm a voyeur."
"We make a great pair, don't we?"
"Yes, we do."
For a moment we smiled at each other, but then Jeanne's smile vanished. She looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Michael, were you serious when you told me that you wouldn't mind if I licked Trent's ass?"
"Do you think you'd enjoy doing that?"
"Michael, please don't get mad, but when I think about doing it to him my pussy absolutely gushes."
"It would be pretty slutty, wouldn't it."
Slowly nodding, Jeanne said, "It really would."
"After your date will you promise to call me and tell me all about it?"
Jeanne laughed. "Yes Mr. Voyeur, I'll call you and tell you every nasty little detail."
"Is that a promise?"
"Then as soon as you get home, you'd better call Trent and invite him over to the house for an evening of hot sex."
"You're sure you're okay with that?"
"Yes I am, and if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to make a suggestion about what you might do when he gets there?"
"Okay, go ahead."
"I think you should have him sit on the couch just like you did the last time he was there, only this time as soon as he's seated you should take off his shoes, his socks, his pants and his underwear and then you should stand up and do a little strip tease for him."
"Are you telling me that you wouldn't enjoy doing that?"
Jeanne sheepishly answered, "No, in fact it's a really exciting idea."
"I thought it would be. After all you are a slut."
Giggling, Jeanne said, "Yes, I am."
"And you'd like to be Trent Peter's slut, wouldn't you."
"Would that be okay?"
"Do you promise that you'll still love me?"
"Oh fuck yes! I'll love you more than ever. You'll be the most wonderful husband in the entire world."
"That works for me."
Jeanne kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed her back. After we kissed, we held each other. As we held each other Jeanne whispered, "Michael Nolan, you're the only man I'll ever love."
"I believe that Jeanne, I really do."
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