Enriching Our Sex Lives

Much of this story is true.

Although a shy person, I have always been inclined to sexual adventure and experimentation. I was introduced to my future wife by a friend and his girlfriend. Jenny arrived at the woman's trailer wearing a conservative suit consisting of a tan jacket over a blouse and a matching knee-length skirt. She is a pretty blonde, petite in height at 5'. However, her suit didn't seem to "suit" her voluptuous body. When she sat down & her skirt revealed a few inches of her thighs, I saw that she had good legs. Later, we went to Jenny's apartment. It was warm enough that she removed her jacket to get comfortable, showing that there was nothing petite about her breasts, my favorite female attribute.

We began dating. She was a virgin. Making out with her, I kept trying to expose and get my hands on those big tits. After about six weeks of dating, we ended up in a motel, and she surrendered. I realized that I wanted her in bed with me every night from then on. By the end of that month, we married.

I encouraged my wife to dress to display her figure in short, low-cut dresses and short skirts with low necklines. She made several of her own dresses, customized for her figure. Several of her dresses and blouses had peasant necks with elastic, making them easy to pull down for access to her breasts. She became less conservative in her attire. We made love every night for the first six months. One Saturday morning, we went to a little wooded hill across the street. Jenny lay above me, which gave me especially good access. Another time, we fucked in front of the picture window with the drapes open.

My friend had also married his girlfriend. We all taught in the local college. For a few years, we lived in the same apartment building. Seeing Jenny in a dress that clung to her body, Eric said, "You must be perpetually excited!" One night, they visited us. Jenny was wearing a robe, because she got ready for bed early. We'd had a few drinks. Jenny had brought a photo album for our friends to see. While she stood watching, my friend complained, "Why are you dressed in a robe?" and he caught the bottom of her robe with his foot, lifting it to expose her legs all the way to her white panties. I didn't say anything, but I was very angry with my friend.

Jenny was friends with a middle-aged woman in the building, since before I'd met her. Madge's husband was a lecher. He kept making lewd remarks to Jenny-even in his wife's presence, like "Do you have an itch, Jenny?" Jenny didn't want to give up Madge's friendship, especially when Madge said to her husband, "You drive all of my women friends away!" After we married, John began asking, "Are you pregnant yet?"

One day, Jenny had been doing the laundry in the basement. She came up to our apartment and said, Madge and John were down there. John came up behind me and put his hands on my hips!" I was furious! I saw through the window that he had gone for a walk. I went after him. Catching up to him, I clenched my fists and said, "Keep your hands off my wife!" Expecting me to hit him, he swung first. I blocked his punch and socked him in the face, knocking his glasses off. That ended his advances to Jenny.

We needed more privacy than an apartment allows. Jenny frequently had screaming orgasms.

We moved out to the country, renting a cottage by a river. I began to want to spice up our sex lives. I coaxed Jenny to pose for Polaroid pictures in scanty outfits. I got her to go out into the farmer's pasture across the road, stripping as she went further into the woods, until she was naked. I put down a blanket and we made love. I half hoped that another man would see us and watch. I was no longer jealous, but flattered if a man ogled my wife.

Jenny now had afternoon classes with an office hour afterward. Few people were around. When her male students came behind her desk to look over her shoulder as she discussed their papers, she felt that some were looking down her blouse at her luscious tits.

As I entered middle age, two sexual problems confronted me. First, it now took more to arouse me than when I was in my 20s and 30s. Second, after 15-20 years of marriage, I was used to my wife as she was to me, making it difficult for me to become excited about her and difficult for her to have orgasms.

I began fantasizing during foreplay about other women. I always chose women I knew, who lived nearby to make my fantasies more realistic. We had bought a house in town. Next door, lived a good-looking blonde with two teenage daughters, who liked to sunbathe in bikinis. These fantasies kept me going for about ten years.

I never attempted to fuck another woman. I had never made a pass at a woman, unless she gave me some hint that she was receptive. Women who knew me and my wife were not about to tempt me. I did not want to make advances to a woman and be rejected. I didn't want a woman to know that I had tried to be unfaithful but failed because she'd rejected me. Of course, women don't want to risk their reputations, either, so they usually need a lot of coaxing. Many don't seem to think much about sex until a man reminds them. My elder cousin never let rejection discourage him or his marriage. He continually propositioned women. He probably figured it was her loss if a woman rejected his advances.

I ordered pornographic movies. I also enjoyed erotic magazines, especially the letters from readers about their sexual adventures. In a favorite of mine, a wife wrote, "My husband and I find each other much more exciting after another man has had me. I reserve the right to spread my legs for any man who wants me, as long as my husband can be there to watch some stud pack his meat into me."

When I entered my 50s, however, fantasizing about other women no longer worked. I often could not get excited enough about my wife to penetrate her tight cunt. Even lubricants did not help enough. I began taking Viagra.

I discovered Internet porn. I didn't care for professional porn with mechanical fucking. What excited me most were amateur women who posed naked with their husbands' encouragement. Many of them made sex videos. I thought that these men must be proud to have desirable, sexy exciting wives. Showing their wives off and reading the comments their admirers made must have been exciting for the husbands. I enjoyed e-mailing these sexy wives my appreciation. I discovered free sex video sites and looked for movies husbands and wives made because it excited them to be watched. The wives must have enjoyed showing off their bodies and the husbands must have wanted to show what good fucks their wives were.

I wanted my wife to be more desirable and exciting. I fantasized about other men making out with her, feeling her up until she was excited enough to let them strip her and fuck her. I knew that she would not tolerate my fucking other women. However, if I convinced her to put out to other men, I would be sharing her, not cheating on her.

I became friends with a neighbor, who shared my interest in Internet porn. Joe is my age, but taller, 6' plus to my 5' 8". We surfed for sexy pictures and sent each other ones we liked.

I bought a digital camera. Photographing Jenny in a negligee and then naked was exciting foreplay. When I put down the camera, I had a hardon for her.

I decided that Joe, who was now friends with my wife, too, would be the stud to mate with my wife and teach her pleasures of putting out. His own wife was obese and devoid of sex appeal, in my opinion. She was also puritanical. She did not allow magazines like Penthouse or Playboy in the house. She had no idea of his pastime with Internet porn. They had been married even longer than we, but Joe had occasionally fucked other women.

At 52, Jenny was now pleasingly plump and still voluptuous. She still had good legs, her D-cup tits were full and firm, and her ass was firm, too. I began e-mailing Joe sexy pictures of her: in her black bikini; in her cocktail dress, which is mid-thigh in length, made to wear without a bra, and cut low to show her gorgeous tits.

Joe was hesitant at first and cautious. Then, I told Jenny that I'd like to send him some sexy pictures of her. She agreed. That convinced him. She would pose and eagerly read his appreciative e-mail comments. As she showed more and more of her body, baring her breasts, stripping to her bikini panties, his comments became dirtier. He'd ask if her cunt got wet posing. He'd say, "I'd like to fuck that whore!"

Jenny became more interested in sex. Instead of waiting for our usual weekly fuck, she began wanting sex in the mornings before we got up. I rubbed her cunt a little, and she soon became wet. I managed without Viagra for two days in a row. She wanted to be fucked every morning. I wished Joe could help me to satisfy her.

We'd often meet on the street while walking our dogs. Jenny would say, "I'm glad you like my pictures." Joe would request her to do a certain pose for him. Sometimes, he'd ask her to wear something specific, like a black negligee.

He said, I fantasize about you and jack off while I look at your sexy pictures!"

" I'd like to see pictures of you." Jenny had told me she'd like to see a picture of his cock when it was hard from viewing her pictures. Joe declined to send pictures of himself.

Jenny smiled, "I dreamt that you came over and both you and Bob made love to me."

One day, when I returned from walking the dog, Jenny smiled and said that Joe had just called and had phone sex with her! He said his cock was hard for her and dripping. He asked her if her pussy was wet. He said, "Rub your pussy and make it wet for me." I wanted to get in on this! Jenny asked me every day, "Do you think Joe will call today?" A few days later, he called. I answered and asked if he'd like to talk to Jenny. I got on the extension.

Joe said, "What would you like me to do to you?"

Jenny replied, "Feel my breasts and rub my pussy."

He asked, "Would you like me to fuck you?"

"I'm a one-man woman."

If I got on you, you wouldn't be able to stop me. Say, "Fuck me! Screw me!"

Jenny said, "Fuck me! Screw me!"

After a third call with me listening, Joe said, "I think I could get farther with her, if you weren't on the phone." I printed out two 8x10 photos of Jenny naked on our bed, her knees up and her legs spread wide waiting for me to fuck her. I showed them to Joe to increase his lust to get between her legs.

About a week passed with no more phone sex. At the beginning of November, I put a ladder on the side of the house to reach some heat cables on the roof that needed to be set back in place to prevent ice dams. Getting up the ladder on the two-story house made the ladder shake or my legs shake the ladder. I kept a lookout down the street for Joe walking his dog. I hailed him over to help me.

I said, "You should look in on Jenny. She's wearing a new short skirt and net tights!" His eyes lit up and it was to hell with the heat cables until he got a look at her. She was standing in the kitchen while she talked on the phone. I pulled a chair over and asked her to sit down, so that her skirt would hike up and display more of her thighs to her admirer. Then, I asked her to cross her legs, hiking her skirt up even higher. When Jenny uncrossed her legs, Joe did something wonderful. For the first time, he touched my wife and touched her intimately! Sliding his fingers up the inside of her right thigh, he lifted her skirt so that he could see all of the way up to where her panties covered her cunt! Later, Jenny told, "Joe made my pussy wet when he lifted my skirt like that!" She seemed neither shocked nor angry but just pulled her skirt back down.

We went outside to the heat cables, but it was we who were heated up. Joe was excited about feeling my wife up for the first time, and he wanted to see how far he could make out with her. I was just as excited and eager, but I didn't realize what he intended. Jenny was still talking on the phone. She said her aunt just kept talking. I asked Jenny to hang up, so she did. Joe told her to take off her big necklace. I think she would have removed her blouse, if he had told her to do it. He was virile and masterful with her.

Joe said, "Show me your legs!"

She lifted her skirt halfway up her thighs.

"All the way up!"

Jenny lifted her skirt up to her waist and held it there, letting Joe stare at her thighs and panties as long as he wanted. He got a hardon for her.

"I want to feel your pussy!"

This was my chance to encourage Jenny to put out, so I said, "Yes, let Joe have a feel!"

Jenny showed how much of a woman she could be. She stood her ground as Joe walked up to her and put his hand between her thighs. She kept her skirt up to her waist, giving him easy access to her cunt. He felt her up thoroughly, and she let him rub her cunt as much as he wanted!

Finally, Joe said, "Is your pussy getting wet?"

"Yes!" She couldn't help enjoying what he was doing. He was making her love juices flow. This encouraged him to go further with her. When he placed his hand on Jenny's bare belly, her only complaint was that his hand was cold! She made no protest as he slid his hand inside her panties and moved it down her belly. His fingers moved through her pubic hair, down to touch and squeeze her mound of Venus. Then, she felt his fingers touch and squeeze the outer lips of her cunt, which were swollen with excitement from the rubbing he'd given her cunt. His finger touched Jenny's swollen clit and rubbed it. He touched the inner lips of her cunt and opened the flower of her womanhood. He rubbed her clit and moved his finger down to penetrate her cunt. He slowly worked it deeper and deeper. He finger-fucked her hot, wet cunt, which bathed his finger with her love juices!

Jenny later said, "I saw that he had a big hardon. I knew he was preparing my pussy to receive his cock. I felt that if I let him finger-fuck me much longer, he'd give me an orgasm, and then I'd let him fuck me."

When Jenny began to resist, I encouraged her to let Joe pleasure her. I hoped that he would make her cum, and she'd be too excited to stop him from stripping her naked and fucking her. I felt that if she felt his hands on her bare tits and his big cock possess her cunt, she'd find it so exciting that she'd cum when he fucked her. He would make himself welcome between my wife's legs, and she would put out to him whenever he came back for more of her.

However, Jenny broke their sexual connection. Joe sniffed her sex on his fingers and licked up her love juices. I unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open, hoping that Joe would strip it off her, take her tits in his hands, kiss them and suck her nipples until she melted with desire. Instead, he just sniffed her cleavage and his nose touched one tit. Then, Joe said, "Take your clothes off! Let Bob screw you right on the floor! I want to watch!"

Jenny said, "No."

Joe left, saying, "You'd better fuck her now. She's ready!"

I found her in the living room.

She smiled and asked, "Did you like what Joe did to me? Did it excite you?"

"It was extremely exciting! You were very sexy, and I'm proud of you! Were you excited?"

"Of course I was! Joe has always been shy with me. I didn't expect him to be so aggressive. He'd never even touched me before. I just think it's wrong to let him fuck me, to commit adultery. Sex is an act of love, for me. He really wanted me! I'm afraid that he might have raped me, if you weren't here."

"He wanted you to enjoy it. He wanted to give you an orgasm. I don't think he'd hurt you."

"Did you want Joe to watch us make love?"

"I think it would be very exciting!"

"I think that if Joe saw me lying naked and getting fucked, he'd soon have his cock out and his pants off and be feeling my breasts. I was afraid that, after you'd finished, and I were lying there naked with my legs spread, he would be instantly on me and in me."

I began kissing her and caressing her thighs. Her blouse was still unbuttoned, so I stripped it off, undid her bra and caressed her beautiful tits, kissing them and sucking her nipples erect. We went upstairs to our bed. I stripped while she sat on the end of the bed. I photographed her in her skirt with her tits bare, so that Joe could see what he'd missed by not stripping her bra off. Jenny agreed to let me send Joe the picture of her in the skirt he'd put his hand up and her breasts he didn't get to see.

I had her stand so that I could remove her fishnet tights and then her bikini panties. She sat back down and took my cock into her mouth and sucked it. I couldn't take much of that without cuming, and I wanted to fuck her. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I rubbed her clit and stuck my finger into her cunt. Joe had really gotten her wet! Jenny never had children, so her cunt is tight and really grips my cock. Usually, it takes some force to penetrate her and a minute or so of thrusting to possess her, but her cunt was so receptive now that I possessed her with one thrust! Even with her lubrication, I felt so excited that I knew I couldn't fuck her very long. I began fucking her slowly, giving her my full 5 ½" with each thrust and withdrawal. She began to lift her hips to meet my thrusts. She does this only when she is excited. As she bucked, I had to fuck her harder and faster. She began to whimper. She just began to scream when I lost control and shot my load as deeply into her cunt as I could. We lay together until my cock shrunk and popped out.

The next time I saw Joe, he asked, "Did you fuck her?"

"Yes, and she had an orgasm! You prepared her well. You have certainly enriched our sex lives!"

He grinned. "I'm glad to help out. I'd just like to take my turn with her."

I told him Jenny was surprised and a bit frightened at how aggressive he was.

"I was amazed that you went for her cunt like that! You need to make out with her gradually."

"I've done it with other women, and it worked. When I get my finger in their cunt, they give in. I know Jenny wants to be romanced."

Winter lasts about five months here, with a total of seven months of cold weather. That's how long men go without ogling the babes in their shorts, miniskirts, and low-cut tops. Joe and Jenny's sex play subsided. During foreplay, I always re-lived Joe feeling my wife's cunt and getting her wet. That always got me hard.

The next spring, our car rusted out, and we bought a new one. Jenny suggested we take Joe for a ride in it. When we decided to drive to his house, I asked Jenny to drive. She wore a maxi dress with a peasant neckline, elastic and easily pulled down. Joe came out, but he couldn't join us that day.

"Jenny, what bra and panties are you wearing today?"

Jenny smiled and pulled her dress down to show a black bra with bulging cleavage. Then, she pulled her long dress all of the way up her thighs, and caressed her right thigh while Joe salivated.

"Would you like to touch?" she asked.

"I'd better not." Joe was cautious, because Jenny liked to flirt and then seemed scared when he became excited. I think exciting him excited her, but she thought it was wrong to let him have sex with her. She was afraid of exciting him so much that he'd lose control and ravish her.

"Pull it up more so I can see that little strip that hides your pussy."

She did and invited him to come for a ride another time. He said he would.

Again, I asked Jenny to drive when we took Joe for a ride. This time, she was wearing her shortest, tightest (cotton with spandex) slit skirt and a low-cut blouse.

"If Joe puts his hand on my thigh, I may have an accident!"

This time, Joe came along. I told him to ride in front while I sat in back. I wanted him to have a good view of Jenny's legs with her miniskirt hiked up almost to her panties and be able to reach over for a feel if he dared.