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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please don't," she whispered urgently.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

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

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

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

"Please don't!" She implored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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