9 comments/ 388549 views/ 30 favorites Jacqueline Ch. 02 By: BookkeeperLover Those next four hours at work were the longest I have ever endured. I was anxious to be home, to confirm that this wasn't my imagination running wild, that it had actually happened. Did my mother and I actually make love this morning? I replayed the memory over and over, much like I always did with a new favorite record. By the end of my shift, the reality still hadn't quite settled into my brain. I grabbed my bike and made tracks for home. I leaned the bike against the back porch and ran inside, breathless with ... with what? Excitement? Apprehension? Fear? It occurred to me that things might be very different from the way they were when I left this morning. Did Mom still feel the same way? Had she changed her mind, regretted what we'd done, angry at me for starting it all? I didn't know what to expect as I walked into the house. I could hear voices, low murmurs in the distance. I found her sitting on the couch in the living room, looking as beautiful as ever. "Oh Bradley, what good timing! Look who came home early, he'll be ever so pleased to see you!" Her voice sounded a touch strained, almost frightened. My dad stood up from a chair and turned to me. Shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. "Hi, boy! How's life? C'mon sit down, hey? Tell me what you've been up to this week!" I stood there, speechless. My mind was reeling. Honestly, Dad? Do you really want to know what I did this week while you were away again to God-knows-where? Would you like me to describe in detail what Mom and I did this morning? I glanced over at her. She flashed a wide-eyed look at me. "I was just telling your father how well things were going for you at the shop now. I happened to see Henry yesterday and he mentioned how pleased he was with your work. Isn't that wonderful, Charles?" Then she stared directly into my eyes. "I'm so happy with the way things have turned out!" She stood up and headed toward the kitchen. "What say I pour us all a cool drink. Could I tempt my two handsome men with that? Yes? Bradley dear, come give me a hand in the kitchen." I followed her through the dining room into the kitchen where, as soon as I walked through the door she rose up on her toes, took my face in her hands and planted a solid kiss on my mouth. She stepped back and brought glasses down from the cupboard, motioning for me to come near. "Oh my god! Bradley, do you realize ...!" Her voice was hushed, urgent. "I had no idea he would be back today! Can you imagine?" "No, Mom, actually, I can't." "It's all going to be okay, Sweetheart. We'll be fine. This is such dreadful timing, that's all. There's so much I wanted to say when you came home today but now ... now I don't know when we'll have a chance to." "So you're still okay with what happened? I mean, with Dad coming back the same day and all?" She held my face again. "Bradley! Darling, of course I am! What happened this morning was wonderful. Don't think for a moment that I regret any of it. Believe me Sweetheart, I was anxious for you to be home. I've waited all day for you." She quietly slipped over to the door and looked out toward the living room. Dad was back in his chair, his head buried in today's paper. She turned quickly and pushed me up against the counter. Pressing against me she gave me another urgent, passionate kiss, her arms wrapped around my waist. "Oh god, Bradley, I want you so much!" she whispered. "Hold me." She brought my hands around her, then crushed me in a tight hug, her chin on my shoulder. She whispered, her mouth close to my ear. "I wish it was this morning again, Sweetheart, so we could relive it all. Do you understand how much, how so very much I want you?" Another kiss, then she quickly turned and brought a pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator, put it with the glasses on a tray and handed it to me. "Come, Sweetheart, let's get back to your father." She kissed her fingers, pressed them to my lips, then spun me around and out the door. The rest of that day was agony for me. We all sat and talked together for awhile, until it was time to make dinner. Dad headed upstairs to shower and change while Mom got busy in the kitchen. I was at a loss of what to do. Should I go with Mom, pick up where we left off? Would that be too risky? I could hear Dad moving around upstairs. Should I just go to my room, try to settle down, gather my thoughts? No, that was impossible. I had to be with her. She was standing in front of the stove, bringing some water to a boil. Chops, beans, potatoes -- Dad's favorite combo, pretty much the standard fare in those days -- were on the counter all prepped and ready for cooking. She looked up at me. "Hi Hon." "Hi Mom." "I'm glad you're here. Your father is upstairs taking a shower. We have a few minutes to ourselves." "Yeah, I can hear him. That's why I came back. I wanted to be with you without, you know, any distractions." We heard the water begin running in the upstairs bath. She turned off the stove, came over and wrapped her arms around me again. A moment later we were kissing, impassioned lovers urgently exploring each other. My cock was rock hard, pressed against her belly. She brought her hand down to my crotch, squeezing gently. She looked up at the ceiling. "We don't have much time." With that she unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out into the open. She turned her back to me and lifted her dress. Bending over the kitchen table, she looked back at me and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. "Quickly Hon, we don't have much time." My god, was this really happening? My father was in the room directly above us yet my mother was standing there waiting for me, wanting me? "Mom, are you ...? What if ...?" "Please Bradley, hurry! I can't wait a moment longer. I need you. I need you now, inside me. Hurry, while we still have a chance!" I didn't need any more encouragement. Who knew when we might have another chance? As I moved toward her she spread her feet and lifted her hips, rising up on her toes, waiting. As I've said earlier, my experiences with sex had so far been very shallow. I'd never even entered a girl from behind. "Mom, like this? You want me to ...?" "Yes, Hon, just come up behind me." A moment later I was inside her for the second time that day, the second time in my life. She was bent low, hands gripping the table's edge, pushing back against my thrusts, taking me deeply inside her. I held her hips and watched her body move in time with mine. She was whispering to herself. "Oh yes, Bradley, fuck me. Oh god, he's inside me." I was startled by her language. She had never used the word "fuck" before, not to my knowledge. This was a side of her I'd never seen. It seemed she had entered another world, a world where it was just the two of us alone together. She brought a hand down between her legs and pressed it against my cock as it moved inside her. She was moaning; it came from deep within her, like the low rumble of a distant storm approaching. I was breathing heavily now, almost ready to cum. She felt me go rigid, my cock throb. "I'm cumming Mom, I'm going to cum!" "Oh Darling, yes. Yes, cum inside me." My body shuddered, legs shaking as I emptied myself into her, gasping for air through clenched teeth. She stroked herself as I did, until I heard a high-pitched squeal and she too began to shake, her body writhing. "Oh! Ohh!" She moaned again, her head down low, hips high. We stood there, joined together, adrift in that other world. The sound of running water stopped. She pulled away from me and quickly stood up. Holding her dress, she grabbed a clean washcloth from the drawer and splashed it with water. I watched, fascinated as she pushed it between her legs to soak up the cum that was spilling out of her - my cum, her own son's cum. She wiped the insides of her thighs, then handed the cloth to me. Smoothing her dress back down, she rose up and kissed me. "Take this, clean yourself off, make sure there's nothing on your trousers, go hide it in the laundry hamper. Quickly now!" By the time Dad came down for dinner everything was back to normal - whatever that meant in this strange new world. I had the table set; Mom was finishing up in the kitchen. We all sat together over supposedly just another evening meal, chatting as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. I tried to focus on the moment but my thoughts kept wandering. "You okay, boy? You look kinda dozy." Dad was looking at me, his brow furrowed. "Um, yeah, I'm okay. Just a little tired I guess." Mom spoke up. "I hope Henry hasn't been working you too hard. If he is I'll give him a good talking to!" She smiled at me and I felt her foot press down on mine. "Oh Jackie, don't go mothering the boy. He has to learn what hard work is. Right, boy?" "Sure, Dad. I can handle it." At least, at the time I thought I could handle "it". Little did I know what living hell waited for me that night. ... It was close to midnight. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wide awake. Events of the day, questions of the future ran through my head in an unending stream. This was a path that I had always hoped to be on but now that I was, I was unsure of myself, wary of my father, in agony to be with Mom. I wanted her, needed her to be here with me, just to feel her beside me. I knew her warmth and gentleness would help settle my mind. I needed some water. The bathroom was beyond my parents' bedroom. As I walked down the hall I could hear a low noise, a steady, rhythmic "unh, unh, unh." The closer I came to their bedroom door, the louder it grew. Now I knew what it was. Dammit, that was the last thing I needed to hear. Were they really going at it in there? How could she? Didn't she know it was just us now? Couldn't she keep herself just for me? I quickened my pace, wanting to hurry past their door but cautious not to make a sound. The grunting was clearer now, louder. To my dismay, their door was open, no doubt by accident. My feet froze to the floor. I wanted nothing more than to run past but I couldn't. In the soft glow of the streetlamps outside I saw them there on the bed. I couldn't look away. Dad was on his knees, his pajama bottoms down around his ankles. He was behind her, just as I had been only a few hours earlier but this - this seemed a very different sort of love-making. Mom was completely naked, bent low on the bed. She was staring at the headboard, chin buried in a pillow, fingers digging into it. She made no sound at all. She looked so fragile and vulnerable, passively taking - no, enduring - his thrusts, her body shuddering as he slammed his cock into her in a steady, almost mechanical motion. My jaw tightened, a gnawing ache grew in the pit of my stomach and yet I still couldn't look away. I was trapped, desperate to move but grief-stricken to see my mother like that, like some sort of sex toy my father was using to get himself off, as if all he wanted was that 'thing' between her legs, nothing more. She could have been any one of a hundred women for all he seemed to care. I couldn't stand another moment of this. I finally turned away. To my absolute horror a floorboard creaked. I froze and looked back. Dad hadn't heard and was carrying on as if nothing had happened. But Mom ... Mom was staring at the open door. Our eyes met. In the dim light I could see that her cheeks were wet. Once again I was unable to move. Her eyes were locked to mine, never wavering, pinning me to the spot. There was nothing I could do but watch this tragic, infuriating scene play out. Moments later Dad's thrusts quickened, the grunting noises grew louder until he finally let out a gasp, his ass shuddering as he spilled his cum into her. She dug her fingers deeper into the pillow, her eyes filled with tears. Finally she looked away and buried her face. I turned and hurried back to my room. ... I at least managed a couple of hours of restless sleep that night, tossing and turning, my mind full of vivid dreams. I awoke with that same gnawing in my gut and I had a pounding headache. It was a grey morning, cold, threatening rain, a perfect match for my mood. I found some aspirin in the bathroom cabinet and then slowly trudged down the servant stairs to the kitchen. She was standing across the room, her back to me, making breakfast. "Mom ...?" She turned. Her hair was a mess and dark circles ringed her reddened eyes. She strode across the room and gave me a hard, stinging slap. Instantly she brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock at what she had just done. "Oh Bradley! Oh god, I am so sorry!" Tears welled in her eyes once again. I stood there, lost. "No, I'm sorry Mom." She fell into my arms and held tight. Her shoulders started to shake. She was sobbing, her lips close to my ear. "Oh Bradley, why? And of all times, why last night? What a horrible thing for you to see!" "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm really sorry. I -- I don't know what came over me. I got angry. I was so angry at how he was treating you I couldn't move!" She took my face in her hands. "Oh Sweetheart, no. Don't be angry. No, he has never hurt me, ever. It's ... it's just the way things are, Hon. It's been this way for a very long time. It's not his fault. Last night I was just so sad ... remembering the way it used to be, the way ... the way it is now ... with you." I squeezed her tightly. "Really? Do you really mean that?" "Oh, Darling, yes. Yes, I truly mean it. Being with you, making love with you is wonderful. I knew it would be. If you could only know how much I've hoped for this, longed for us to be together. I want you so much, Bradley." We heard Dad's footsteps in the front hall. Mom quickly dabbed her eyes with a dish towel and went back to work. I grabbed the pot of coffee and morning paper off the kitchen table and headed for the dining room. He was dressed in a shirt and tie, ready for work. I handed him the paper and poured his coffee as he sat down. "Hi, Dad." "Morning, Brad. Was your night all right? Feelin' better? I gotta tell ya, you sure don't look it. And what in hell happened to your face? You look like somebody slugged you with a hot iron!" I brought my hand to my cheek, still stinging from Mom's slap. "Really? Maybe I slept on it wrong. I had a rough night, don't really know why. Maybe it's the weather or work or ... something." Mom walked in with two plates of hot breakfast for us. Her eyes widened when she saw her red handprint on my face. "Where's yours, Mom? Aren't you going to have breakfast with us?" "N-no, not right away Hon. I'm an unholy mess. I - I didn't sleep well last night." She cast a sidelong glance at my father. "I think I'll go upstairs and draw myself a nice, hot bath. Can you two manage on your own?" "Sure, Mom. I've got this." "Thanks, Dear." As she passed by she gave me a quick kiss, her lips gently caressing that damaged cheek. Dad sat in silence, reading his paper while I nibbled at my breakfast, barely able to eat. In my head I was raging at him. How could you treat her like that? Don't you know how lucky you are to have her? What's wrong with you? If you don't love her, just leave her alone! The phone rang, Dad got up to answer it. We lived in a large old house that was built long before there was any such thing as a telephone. We had the grand total of two: one in the front hall and one upstairs in my parents' room. I could hear him talking with who-knows-who, probably another client or maybe even his slave-driving boss. He was always working, it seemed, traveling everywhere, gone for long stretches at a time. It was rare for him to ever be home more than a month at a time. I heard him slam the receiver down. "Damn it all!" He stormed back into the dining room, grabbed his coffee and gulped it down. "What's up, Dad?" "That god-damned client needs his hand held because he goes and does the same god-damned thing we got him through two god-damned months ago! Chrissakes! Can't these idiots do anything for themselves? Now I have to fly out there and start all over with him. Goddammit!" "Sorry, Dad. Where d'ya have to go? How long?" "Seattle! And who knows for how long? Last time it took a whole week! Dammit! Does he think he's our only customer?" I felt badly for him, in a way. On the other hand, I could barely conceal my absolute joy. An entire week without him here? An entire week alone with Mom? Sorry Dad, but don't let the door hit you on the way out. He snatched a piece of toast off his plate and stormed upstairs. In the distance a door opened and I heard Mom yelp. He must have gone up to tell her the news, meanwhile startling her, killing her quiet moment. Nice one, Dad. The door slammed and he came back down, suitcase in hand. "I've been home a day! A day! What's your mom been doing, sitting around eating bonbons? Now I'll have to get the hotel to launder this stuff! Call me a cab for the airport, will ya? I gotta get some papers together." He stomped off to the library. A few minutes later a cab was waiting in the drive. Mom was at the front door, in her bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her hair. "Goodbye Charles, I do hope your trip goes well. I'm so sorry about your clothes." "Bye Jackie. Better luck next time, heh?" He turned to me. "Take care of your mom, okay? I'll probably be gone all week. Stay out of trouble." "Will do, Dad." With that, he was gone. We both stood at the door, watching the cab drive away. When it turned the corner, Mom put her arm around me. "I'm so sorry about your face, Sweetheart. I should never have done that. I'm glad your dad wasn't paying too much attention. Can you forgive me?" "Of course I can, Mom. Not that you need me to. I deserved it." "Oh, let's not get into all that again." She stretched up and kissed my cheek. "Do you realize what just happened, Sweetheart?" "What's that, Mom?" "That wonderful, horrible client that your father is flying off to see has just given us an entire week to ourselves." ... I wish I could tell you that we rushed back upstairs and spent the next seven days making wild, passionate love but, well, life has a habit of getting in the way. We both agreed that we were completely worn out. Neither of us had the strength, regardless of how much we wanted to be together. It was the way things were to be between us, that we would always be honest with each other, that we would always try to take care of each other. We went our separate ways at the top of the stairs, me to get ready for my job, she to try to get some rest after such a tough night. I promised I'd be home as soon as my shift was over. ... Once again the day dragged endlessly. Even though I was exhausted, at four o'clock I was out of the shop like a shot, racing for home. I heard her call my name when the door slammed behind me. She was in the laundry room, finishing up. She seemed much brighter, rested. "Hi Sweetheart! How was your day? Did you manage alright? Poor dear, you were so tired this morning." "Oh, I managed okay. Still kind of beat but I'm okay." She came over and gave me a big hug. She turned my face to the light to look at my cheek. "Well, at least I didn't do any lasting damage. Did anyone at work notice?" "No, it was pretty much all better by time I got there. Riding my bike in this cold weather probably helped it." "Well, why don't you sit here and relax while I finish up. Can I get you something? A beer perhaps?" "A beer? Really?" "Sure! Why not? You heard your father. You're the man of the house now. Don't you deserve a beer after a hard day?" "Well, um, sure! I'd like that. But let me get it, you stay here." "Bring me one as well, please? Thanks, Sweetheart." I went to the kitchen and opened a couple of bottles, pouring hers into a glass. In all my life I'd never seen her drink straight from a bottle, not at parties, not at the beach, not even at home. Why, was another one of those little mysteries. Jacqueline Ch. 02 For some reason, my hands were a little unsteady as I walked back to the laundry and set the glass down beside her. "Lovely. Thank you, Hon." I jumped up onto the counter behind her and watched as she took several long sips, then turned back to her work. It appeared that she'd managed to get some rest and pull herself together while I was out. Her hair was gathered in a simple ponytail, she wore a white cotton blouse over snug Capri slacks and low-heeled sandals. I sat there, admiring her figure: that hourglass shape and those long legs would be the envy of any woman, let alone a forty-something mother. She pushed a stack of bath towels aside, then picked up her glass and turned to face me. She took another long drink, this time in a kind of exaggerated pose: elbow high, hand on hip, chest out. I took a look at her blouse and chills went up my spine. Two darkish circles, punctuated with an obvious nub in the center of each were clearly visible. I couldn't believe it - she wasn't wearing a bra! I was awestruck. Sure, there were lots of girls going around braless at college, with the free-love hippy movement and all, but that was in the big city, not here in our sleepy town. The idea of a woman, especially one my mother's age not wearing a bra was beyond comprehension in these parts. My cock immediately began to swell. My face was burning as she lowered her glass and looked up at me. She gave me a sly smile. "Why Bradley dear, whatever is the matter? You've turned all red!" I looked down at her breasts. "Well, um..." "Oh, you've finally noticed, have you?" She stepped toward me, placing a hand on my knee. "What, do you think I'm too old to be following the latest fashions? Are you going to tell me I should put it back on?" "Holy smokes, no! Mom, you look fantastic! It's just such a surprise to see you ... like this!" "Well Hon, I have to tell you this feels very naughty to me - but deliciously naughty. I've never gone without a bra before and I assure you, you'll never see me out-of-doors without one but here, at home with you, I feel like a liberated woman!" She laughed and took another sip of her beer. "Mom, ah..." "Yes? What is it Dear?" "Can I tell you something, something kind of personal? Promise you won't get mad?" She turned serious. "Certainly, Bradley. You can tell me anything, Hon. What is it?" "Well, it's just that ... well, seeing you like that, it's really sexy. I mean," I sat up to show her the bulge in my trousers, "really sexy, you know?" She looked down. "Oh my! Oh Bradley dear, so I see!" She giggled softly, squeezing my knee. "Listen to me Hon. Knowing that this old girl can excite you absolutely thrills me. And not only that -- and this is my little secret -- but seeing you get hard just by looking at me makes me very excited too." With that she set her glass down and leaned forward. "Kiss me." Once again, we were locked in a long, passionate embrace, exploring each other, tasting each other. I felt her hot breath on my ear as I nuzzled her neck, her soft moans as I held her tightly, kissing her again and again. Then she gently pushed away from me and took a step back. Staring into my eyes, she began to undo her blouse, button by button until it fell open to partially reveal her bare breasts. She brought her hands up and slowly opened it until she was fully exposed, showing me everything. "Do you like what you see now, Hon?" "Yes. Yes I do. Very much. You are so beautiful." "Show me, Hon. Show me how much you like it." She looked down at my crotch. Message received, loud and clear. I slipped off the counter and unzipped my trousers. A moment later, my cock was out, pointing directly at her. "Oh yes, yes I can see how much you like it. Is there something else you'd like, something to make you even more excited?" "Do you mean ...?" "Well, yes, of course that. No question. But before we get to that, is there anything else?" I had to think for a moment. "Well, ah, there is one thing." "Yes?" "I've, um, I've always liked how your breasts move when you walk. I like to watch them move." She blushed. "You mean like this?" She shyly twisted her shoulders, slowly letting her breasts sway from side to side. "Yes, exactly like that Mom. I love how they do that." She shook her shoulders several more times while I stood there and watched, mesmerized. She was bolder now. "And what about like this?" She leaned onto my shoulders and arched her back. Her breasts fell forward and swung freely, making soft noises as they slapped against each other and against her chest. "Oh god, Mom, yes! Oh man, you are so gorgeous!" "And I'm yours. Take my slacks off, Hon." She leaned back on the counter and waited. A moment later they were down around her ankles and I was helping to pull her feet out of them. I slid my hands up those smooth long legs and took hold of her panties. They too were tossed aside. I helped her up onto the counter. Our lips met again in a lingering, passionate kiss. I felt her reach down and undo my trousers. It wasn't long until her legs were wrapped around me, my hands on her hips, watching her breasts sway in time with the rhythmic movement of our bodies. She was leaning back against the wall, hands apart, staring into my eyes. She reached down between her legs and put a finger on either side of my cock, feeling me move inside her. Then her chin was up, face to the ceiling, eyes closed. That low, guttural moan started again. She was lost inside herself once more. I heard that hoarse whisper: "Oh god, yes, that's it. Fuck me, Bradley, fuck me ..." Breathing loudly, she sat forward and clung to me, pulling herself onto me, into me, our mouths pressed together. We were so completely in synch that we both shuddered and gasped as one when I came. I felt her tighten around me, her belly convulsing. Her cries were muffled by our kiss. We remained locked together until the urgency passed, our body heat trapped between us. She relaxed her legs. I was still inside her as she leaned back and smiled at me, such a warm and loving smile. She stroked my cheek, sat forward and gave me a tender kiss. She looked directly into my eyes. "I love you, Bradley." "I love you too, Mom." We separated and I helped her down off the counter. She gathered up her clothes and took the stack of towels into her arms. Just as she was about to disappear out the door she turned to me. "I think it would be a good idea for you to take a shower and maybe get some rest. You're taking me out to dinner tonight. I made a reservation for eight o'clock." She winked at me and disappeared. Our Second Time Around. I first met Jenny when I called into the restaurant for a meal. She was serving at the tables and looked very beautiful despite the fact there was quite a crowd dining in that night and she was very busy. I didn't know it then but she would play a big part in my future life. She was too busy to take any notice of me or probably any other customer in particular as they were short staffed that night and she was literally running with orders and meals and generally doing a wonderful job keeping the place going. The big boss was keeping the tables full but there was only one waitress to take all of the orders and deliver all of the meals and she was run off her feet. The cook was keeping up with the meals but Jenny had some difficulty keeping everyone happy. I wasn't in any hurry and took it upon myself to tell her not to worry about me and I wouldn't mind waiting until most of the customers had been served. She was very grateful when I told he there wasn't any rush and so she left me sitting at my table with just a drink in my hand. I was watching her intently and admiring her ability to cope. She rushed past my table about half an hour after I ordered and placed another drink in my hand and whispered - "On the house" - before she scuttled off to deliver another order. When at last there was a bit of a lull she came over with my large steak and smiled at me when I thanked her profusely for delivering it. She was so pleased I hadn't minded waiting for the steak as most of the customers were getting very anxious and some of them were giving her a hard time. I thoroughly enjoyed my steak although I was dining alone but I did have the chance to keep on watching Jenny and for that I was very grateful. The restaurant began to clear about an hour later and I had finished my steak and had ordered dessert from the menu and Jenny was delivering it to my table. She looked worn out and as there wasn't much to do for a few minutes, she dropped into one of the spare chairs at my table and introduced herself to me. She told me her name was Jenny Short and we shook hands when I told her I was called Jeffrey Anderson. She had very soft hands and I held on to her hand just a little too long for an introductory handshake but she didn't seem to mind. We chatted amiably for a few minutes before the bell sounded which meant more meals were ready for delivery. I finished my dessert and then my coffee before she was able to return to my table. I asked her if she had time for a coffee as well and she grinned and said, "My boss has been working my ass off tonight so I reckon I deserve a break!" With that she dashed off and returned with two coffees and we sat down together and enjoyed the coffee and each other's company. I learned she is 26 and she has been married but her husband was a soldier and was killed in a motor vehicle accident over a year ago after only being married for 2 years. Jenny didn't seem as if she was in mourning although I guess everyone gets over the loss of a loved one after 12 months. I asked her what time she finished work this evening and she grinned at me and said, "Jeffrey, I know you would like to meet me after I finish work but I have a date tonight and wouldn't be able to meet you. Perhaps another time if you are still interested!" I felt a bit rejected as I sort of had a crush on Jenny after such a short time but I smiled and her and told her I would certainly try for another night! I finished my meal and said goodbye to Jenny and we shook hands and I gave her a big tip for looking after me so well. Before I left I asked her when she was working next and she told me she worked every evening except Sunday. This was a Tuesday evening so I thought I would come for a meal again in a few days and see if I could meet her later in the week. I thought about Jenny on my way home to my lonely apartment and somehow I couldn't get her out of my mind. My marriage had been a failure right from the start. My wife, Susie, was really a slut and I was an idiot not to be able to recognize that right from the start. We had courted for about 6 months before we married and for most of that time we lived together. I don't know why we even got married because about a month before we were scheduled to marry, I came home from work early in the afternoon because I wasn't feeling very well and found her in bed with another man. When I walked into the bedroom - the house seemed so quiet I thought she might be having a sleep - there she was, naked and being fucked by this stranger! I am a fairly big man and even though I wasn't feeling very well, I grabbed this bastard, pulled him off my girlfriend and dragged him naked and screaming to the front door. I managed to get the door open and then punched this guy very hard in the stomach and, as he doubled over, I smashed another hard blow to his nose. With blood streaming down his face and him yelling like mad, I turned him round and kicked his arse with the point of my shoe so hard he sprawled forward onto the path! This man never did get his clothes back - I burnt them - so I have no idea how he left our premises. I went back to Susie and pulled her naked body from the bed, slapped her face several times and then, because she was crying, I took her into my arms and kissed her and told he I still loved her! What an idiot I was. Susie and I married never-the-less and all seemed to be going well until I noticed she was acting very funny when I came home early from work. As was my usual custom I pulled her to me and kissed her and ran my hand down her back to her lovely bum and then worked my hand under her dress but found to my amazement she wasn't wearing any panties. I quickly had my hand around to her cunt and I guess I wasn't really surprised to find it was dripping wet! I shoved her out of the way and rushed to the bedroom to find a man in the process of getting dressed. This man, too, received a nasty blow to the belly and a swift uppercut which just about knocked him out. While he was staggering, half dressed (he had no pants on at this stage) I stood him up straight and then kicked him extremely hard right in the balls! His scream was probably heard some distance away. He grabbed his balls and I frog-marched him out the front door minus his pants! I went back to Susie who, of course, was crying her eyes out and slapped her face several times. I am not in the habit of striking women but this act had really got me riled up! I then tore her dress off her body - she was naked underneath - and I held her hands behind her back as I marched her to the front door and shoved her out onto the path! I have a bit of a habit of tossing people out of the house! Susie pleaded with me to let her in and she hammered on the door but I just turned up the TV and watched while I tried to cool down. Because of the layout of our home, she couldn't get to the back door because of a garage which was closed and so she was still naked out the front. I looked out the window later and saw her crouched behind some shrubs trying to hide her nakedness from passers by! I allowed her to enter the house after dark but only to collect her things and then she was gone. I started divorce proceedings and as soon as all was completed and the divorce was finalized, I moved to an apartment to try to erase Susie from my mind! While I was trying to go to sleep I kept thinking of Jenny. Although I don't usually masturbate I just couldn't help myself and so I jerked off thinking of a naked Jenny watching me! I really had fallen for Jenny. Two evening later I was back in the restaurant for a meal but more to meet Jenny and I was excited like a schoolboy as I entered looking around for my love. Yes, Jenny was there and she smiled at me when she saw me and soon came over to my table to take my order. There were two waitresses working this night so she wasn't so busy and had time to have a brief chat with me. After several interrupted conversations I asked her if I could meet her after work tonight but she told me she had a date but if I still wanted to meet her she would probably be free tomorrow night although she wasn't completely sure. I wouldn't be put off by this rebuff so I told her I would be there next night for sure. By this time I was wondering if Jenny had a boyfriend seeing she had dates on both occasions I had met her but I didn't care because I wanted to spend some time with her. I was back to the restaurant on the next night and she again smiled at me when I came in but when she came to my table she apologized and said she had a date tonight but would definitely be free Monday night. I asked her straight out if she had a boyfriend but she assured me she didn't and told me she was meeting up with some old friends. I accepted this and enjoyed my meal and looking at Jenny at the same time. I said goodbye and told her I would see her next Monday night. Surely I would be lucky this time so back to the restaurant again. This time the smile was much brighter and she agreed to meet me after work. I ate a leisurely meal and waited with a lot of anticipation for her to finish. She changed her clothes and met me at the door and surprised me by leaning over and kissing me on the mouth with a rather passionate kiss. Things were looking up. We walked along some street holding hands and talking generally when I asked her where she lived and did she want to go home. She asked me where I lived and when I told her it was only about 10 minutes away by taxi, she suggested we go there. This was really making progress. When we arrived at the apartment I was so pleased I had taken the trouble to clean up this morning and the place looked rather neat. We kissed some more and then, almost without any delay, she suggested we head for the bedroom. I was having difficulty catching up with all of this but I showed her the bedroom where we kissed a lot before she stripped off all of her clothing and stood naked in front of me. She has a petite body, she is not much more than 5'4" tall and fairly slim. She has nicely shaped breasts with barely discernible nipples, and lovely slim waist and beautifully rounded hips and a lovely blond triangle shaped bush. Between her belly button and her bush between her legs, she has this amazing treasure trail of pale blond hair which is rather sparse but terribly exciting to look at and touch. She also had lovely hairy blond hair on her arms. She looked lovely and I quickly shed my clothes and joined her on the bed. Because I was so much in love with her, I didn't hesitate and with a little caressing and foreplay, I entered her and we made love. She was very passionate and we were both really turned on. She came several times while I was pumping my cock in her cunt and, before I was about to cum, I asked her if I should pull out! She simply said, "No, Jeffery, please cum in me - I really want you!" With that I came inside her lovely cunt and she came at the same time. We were very weary after this episode but we clung to each other and dozed off to sleep. I woke up rather suddenly about an hour later and suddenly realized where I was and whom I was with. She was already awake and smiled at me and told me she loved me and would I please make love to her again! I didn't wait any longer and aroused her as best I could until she was ready and I entered her again. This time we made love much slower and we both enjoyed the experience a great deal. I was definitely in love! Jenny stayed the night and, although I had to go to work the next morning, she asked if she could sleep a little longer and she would lock up when she left. Of course I agreed and we set a date to meet the night after next - she couldn't meet me tonight because she had a date - and I left my lovely girl in my bed and went to work in my office. I couldn't concentrate at all but did most of my work by habit! I knew what time she finished work tonight so I made it my business to be near the restaurant when she was due to leave. I was really surprised when she met a young man with passionate kisses at the door and they walked off holding hands until they caught a taxi. I managed to hail a taxi and the driver followed the other taxi. When they alighted I followed them into some apartments and watched them go up the stairs to the first level. When they entered the apartment I crept to the door and found a name on the doorbell. It read Hank Hall. I spent the next 6 hours in uncomfortable surroundings watching that door until, I presume, Hank came out to go to work. I had to go to work too so I left and hurried to work. That evening was a repeat of the former night with Jenny. She met me and kissed me passionately and then we went to my apartment where we made love all night, just as before. She was very passionate and we really clicked when making love. Again I had to go to work so she stayed in my bed after I had gone. We had made another date for the following Saturday evening so I had to content myself with waiting until then. Rather naturally I was waiting in hiding at the restaurant when Jenny finished and sure enough she met a different man and they went off together. Again I followed them in a second taxi and she went into an apartment with this man. I didn't bother to wait around because I knew she would be spending the night with him and it troubled me a lot. Of course Friday night was a repeat of the other nights when she met another different man and they went off together. I didn't know what to make of this but decided to wait until my date next night and see what happened then. My Jenny certainly seemed to be playing the field if that was what it is called. My Saturday night date started off wonderfully. Jenny met me after her work and we went again to my apartment. Again she stripped off all of her clothes and I did the same and we hugged before we climbed into bed where I played with her body making sure she was totally aroused before I entered her and we made love. I decided not to broach the subject of her other friends just yet and so we lay in each other's arms and kissed and told each other how much we loved one another. When she seemed sufficiently aroused and I was rock hard as well, we made love again. When we were resting after this session, I leaned up on my elbow and looked into her lovely face. She really looked happy and contented lying there and I didn't want to lose her but I just had to ask about these other boyfriends or whatever. I kissed her and told her I loved her but that I didn't know much about her and would love her to tell me about herself. She smiled at me and said, "Well, that is fair enough. Where do I begin? Let me start with my husband. I really loved Simon and we were getting along very well and even planning a family when he was killed in a terrific motor accident. I just didn't know how I would cope without my Simon. His very close friends in his platoon were wonderful to me. They came around and kept me from thinking bad thoughts because I really wanted to die and be with Simon. They really comforted me wonderfully and I owe them a great deal. Later I managed to get my life together and found this job in the restaurant where I am very happy working as I do. I have been there almost 2 years now and I get on very well with everyone and the boss has been very kind to me. A week or so ago I met a really wonderful man and I am sure I love him a great deal. I am at present in his bed and we have just made love and I want to do it again and again until we just can't do it any more! I want to stay in bed with him all day tomorrow and we will make love as often as possible. Unfortunately I have a date for tomorrow night and I can't spend it with him but I know he will understand and I will meet him the next night for sure!" She smiled at me again and kissed me hard and asked me if that summed up what I wanted to know about her! I didn't know what to say next. She was openly declaring love for me and I was really thrilled but should I ask her about the other men she had been sleeping with or just ignore that for the time being. Although I badly wanted to make love with her again I couldn't get my cock hard so soon after the last session but she helped by sliding down in the bed and taking my flaccid cock into her lovely mouth and sucking me until it was hard. She asked me then if I would prefer to cum in her mouth or in her cunt and being the lover that I am, I told her I wanted to make love and would prefer to cum in her cunt! She made me promise to let her suck me off during the next day, for sure. After we were resting again from our lovemaking I thought of a way to ask about her boyfriends. I asked my question very carefully and quietly, "Jenny, I know you said your late husbands friends comforted you after your sad loss but I am wondering just how they comforted you so well - can you tell me about that?" Jenny was completely open with her reply. "Jeffery, I hope you don't think badly of me, but almost straight after the funeral of Simon, the first of his comrades came around to my apartment and, without much in the way of preliminaries, he fucked me! That certainly comforted me and took away some of the pain. The next night the second of his friends came around and he fucked me and so on until all of Simon's friends had fucked me. Then they started over again and I was fucked on a very regular basis right up until now. I just don't know how I would have survived without them - they saved my life. I had found several boxes of sleeping tablets in Mum's cupboard and intended taking all of these with some alcohol to end all of my troubles. At first it was just an almost impersonal fuck with them but gradually this has changed to where I now spend a whole night with these men. Not only do I get some pleasure from them but I feel I have a duty to them to reward them after looking after me so well in my time of crisis!" Well, that certainly explained the men to me but I still wasn't very happy about her fucking around so much! I kissed her passionately and told her I really loved her and also thanked her for her honesty in telling me about these other men. I decided to be honest with her and tell her I had followed her! She smiled when I confessed I had loved her so much I just had to follow her and see why she couldn't meet with me. She said, "Jeffery, you will never make a private investigator! I saw you watching the restaurant before I left work the first time and knew you were checking up on me but that made me love you even more! I also saw you hailing the taxi to follow us. I just couldn't desert these men who had been so kind to me so I went ahead and met them knowing that you cared enough to wonder what I was doing. I know this will be hard for you to understand but until we have married (yes, she actually said that) I still want to meet these men and I hope you will understand why I am doing this. Once we are married I will either cut it right back or stop seeing them altogether but until then I want to keep seeing them. Do you understand how I feel?" I was rather shocked but in a perverted sort of way I could understand she felt she had an obligation to these men. I asked her how many men she was seeing and she told me there were still 12 of them and she usually managed to see them twice each month if all went well. This further shocked me as I thought there might be only a couple of them. I hugged her tightly and told her I loved her and asked if we could marry the next day and that would then stop her from seeing the men straight away. She laughed and said that wasn't possible but she would try to taper off seeing the men over the next 6 - 12 months when we could marry if I still wanted to do that! I guess I am a sucker but reluctantly I agreed for her to continue seeing the men but only once per month each. I also asked her if she would move in with me permanently now as it seemed we were so suited to each other. She told me she would think about that but thought it would be a good idea. Thinking back to when she said she saw the men twice each month before I wondered how she managed this because she would be out of action some of the time with her periods. She grinned at me and told me they men used her asshole on the occasions when her cunt was out of action. She also said she was able to blow the men as well so they didn't miss out at all. Some lady my Jenny! Our Second Time Around. True to her word, we spent the entire day in bed on the Sunday getting out of bed only to get some food to ease our hunger. We made love so many times we both lost count but agreed we had had a wonderful time together. About 5pm she told me she had to go and meet one of the men as she had made a date and couldn't break it! I was terribly disappointed at hearing this and I just wondered how she could go from my bed after making love to me so many times to climb into another man's bed and fuck him all night! Reluctantly I helped her shower and clean herself up before she kissed me and told me she would be back in my apartment about lunchtime tomorrow and would wait for me to return from my work. I gave her a key to the apartment so she could let herself in. With further kisses and declarations of love she left me for another man's bed! I found it very difficult at work the next day and mid afternoon I approached my boss and asked if I could have the rest of the afternoon off because of some pressing business I had to attend to. He smiled at me and told me it was O.K. but not to come into work next day too tired from playing around with women! I gave him a glare and promised to be in next morning fresh and bright. With that I headed for home. When I opened the door I knew Jenny was already there because I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I called out to her and she replied she was in bed. I rushed into the bedroom as she was slowly climbing out of the bed to greet me. She was naked as I expected and I held her in my arms and kissed and kissed her telling her in between kisses how much I loved her. I quickly grabbed two cups of coffee before taking them into the bedroom where I slipped out of my clothes and climbed into bed with Jenny. We enjoyed our coffee and then, for some reason, I just didn't want to make love to Jenny yet - I wanted to hear from her what she had done with the other man first. I asked her if she would be able to talk about the night she spent with this other man and she surprised me by saying she wanted to tell me all about it! Jenny started her story by kissing me and telling me she loved me and then saying. "Jeffery, I know it is hard for you to accept that I have just come from the bed of another man where I have been fucked all night and am now in my lover's bed! This man, Tom, is really having a bad time with his life right now and I don't want to do anything which will hurt him. Yes, it is true he had fucked me most of the night. He is a rather rough lover and he tends to make me quite sore and I won't let him fuck my ass because he is so rough! I can tell you I am very sore right now - it looks as though you will have to settle for blowjobs this afternoon and tonight! I left his apartment about 10am and then came here after doing a bit of shopping for us. If I give you a loving blowjob right now do you think I might be allowed to sleep for a few hours before we make love tonight if I am not too sore?" Of course I didn't mind if she slept and I still had this doubt about making love to her with the possibility of her still having his cum in her cunt! She was almost too tired to give me the blowjob so I asked her to just suck my cock for a short while and then she could go to sleep with my blessing. She was so grateful and took my cock in her mouth and sucked me for about 3 minutes before I pulled it out of her mouth, kissed her and then told her to go to sleep. While she had been sucking me I managed to slip my fingers into her cunt and found it was extremely wet, either from cum or perhaps just excitement but it was really wet. I left her in bed and went into the kitchen where I caught up on some of my reading making sure she wasn't disturbed. Jenny slept soundly until it was time for her to go to work! As she was leaving I asked her if she had arranged a date for tonight. She smiled and said, "No, I am too tired and sore to have anyone but you tonight! If you want to, you could call for me and bring me back home here!" I was thrilled to hear her say "Home here" and I promised to meet her after her work. I met Jenny as arranged and we came home in a taxi with Jenny almost asleep as we reached the apartment. She looked so tired but lovely I paid the taxi and then swept her off her feet and carried her inside of our apartment. I carried her straight into the bedroom and helped her undress. When she was naked, she told me she needed to visit the bathroom and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom with her. She then continued to hold my hand as she sat naked on the toilet and pissed. This was a truly intimate moment and I loved her all the more for being so wonderful. When she had finished she smiled at me and asked me if I would wipe her because she was too tired. I knew this wasn't the case but she wanted to further demonstrate her love for me. I wiped her cunt lips gently - she was still sore - and then she stood up. I was naked at this time and she grasped my cock and held it pointing it into the bowl and told me to piss and she would direct my stream. I don't know if you have ever had the privilege of having a loved one hold your cock while you piss but I can tell you it is a wonderful feeling and extremely intimate. She confessed she had never done that before with anyone, not even Simon! We returned to the bedroom where we clambered onto the bed and she took my cock in her mouth and sucked me hard until I came in her mouth. She swallowed my cum and then kissed me with the taste of cum on her lips and told me she loved me and wanted to make love later on in the night! With that she rolled over and went to sleep. The poor girl was exhausted and I was lying there, wide awake, with a very satisfied grin on my face - I had just been blown by my lover! Jenny slept right through until 7am next morning when I woke her to tell her I was going to work. She apologized for not making love with me but I told her I would make up for it tonight. Her face fell - I knew she was seeing someone else tonight - she told me she had previously arranged to meet Jerry tonight and just couldn't get out of it! I was rather depressed but told her it would be O.K. and not to worry - I would see her when I got home from work next day! I hated leaving her and knowing she was going to be fucked by another man tonight but I reasoned I loved her and would allow this to happen for the time being! When I arrived home to my empty apartment after work next day, I was surprised to find Jenny had written me a long note. The note said, "Darling, I know you are suffering because of my date tonight! I can't break this date but I do have a suggestion which might or might not be acceptable to you. This man, Pete, is probably the most understanding of all of Simon's friends and I know if I ask him properly he would help me. I wonder if you would mind if I bring Pete home to our apartment and let him fuck me here - just once - and then he can go home and I will have fulfilled my obligation to him and, after cleaning up, I can spend the night with you! He lives too far away for me to go to his apartment and then come back here after he has fucked me! Please ring me at work and tell me if this is not acceptable and I will just go to his apartment with him and spend the night with him. I would prefer to spend the rest of the night with you and will await you response. All my Love, Jenny". Hell, now I have a real problem - she wants to bring him here and fuck him in my bed! Could I stand being in the next room while he is fucking my lover and could I possibly make love to her afterwards? How would I feel knowing his cum is inside her cunt after he has gone? What if he wouldn't go after he has fucked her? I thought about this for several hours before I finally decided I just couldn't bear to be away from her all night so I rang the restaurant and asked to speak to Jenny. When she came on the phone, she assumed I was ringing to tell her it wasn't O.K. and she would have to go to his apartment. She was completely overjoyed when I told her it would be alright on this occasion to bring Pete home with her! I could tell she was crying before she hung up. She whispered she loved me and then the phone went dead. I was in a terrible state when I heard her key in the door. She came in and called out to me to come and meet Pete. Pete turned out to be a much nicer man than I thought he would be - I had imagined something like a hairy bikie - and we shook hands firmly. He started off telling me how much he appreciated me being so understanding about Jenny and that he was making arrangements that this would be the last time he would be seeing her! Jenny hugged and kissed me and told me she loved me and to try not to be too upset about Pete. Jenny further reinforced her love to me by telling me, in front of Pete, that she didn't love him and was simply fulfilling her obligations to him. She further said, "Darling, I want you to come into the bedroom with Pete and myself and I want you to hold my hand while he fucks me! I want you to be aware of everything I do with Pete and I certainly don't want to hide anything from you!" This stunned me and I really didn't know if I wanted to watch another man fuck her but because she was insisting I reluctantly agreed. Jenny took us both by the hand and led us into our bedroom. She quickly stripped off her clothes and I was really upset when she was standing there naked in front of Pete. He removed his clothes and I was at least pleased to see his cock wasn't as long as mine! Jenny told me take my clothes off too and then she climbed onto the bed while I was still undressing. She laid on her back with her lovely legs wide apart as Pete moved between her legs, his hard cock pointing at her lovely hairy cunt, and then he gently pushed into her body. She reached out and grabbed my hand and held me tightly while he fucked her. She certainly didn't reach an orgasm - I was watching very closely to see if she was aroused by him fucking her. After he had been pumping his cock into her cunt for several minutes he started to stiffen his back as he came. He shot his load deep into Jenny's cunt and then he dropped down on her body rather heavily - he was quite exhausted by his efforts. Jenny clung to my hand while he was lying on her. At last his cock plopped out of her cunt and he rose from the bed leaving my Jenny lying there with her legs still wide apart and I could see his cum starting to run out of her cunt. He quickly dressed, kissed Jenny and said goodbye to her and then shook my hand and told me he would never trouble Jenny again. He then left the apartment. Jenny began crying and telling me she knew I was upset that she had fucked Pete but now it was over and she loved me and would I help her clean herself up. I could see she was making a mess of the bedding so I grabbed a towel and held it between her legs while she hobbled into the bathroom. I held the towel between her legs until she turned on the shower. Once the towel was removed his cum started to drip onto the shower floor. She showered carefully and thoroughly and then invited me in to shower with her to help her to clean herself up even more. I love washing Jenny's body and washed out her cunt as carefully as possible. I turned off the water and dried Jenny gently. Once we were both dry we returned to the bedroom and Jenny took me into her mouth and sucked me until I came in her mouth. She swallowed my cum and then told me she would blow me again soon because she understood I wouldn't want to push my cock into her cunt after she had been fucking Pete. As soon as I was hard again - not very long, seeing my lovely Jenny was lying naked beside me - I moved over on top of her and thrust my very hard cock into her cunt and made love to her. I forgot about Pete completely and just made love to Jenny. I knew she loved me and I loved her - there is no doubt about that now! Jenny took it upon herself to regulate the other men with whom she felt this obligation so that they would not intrude on our lives too often. She told me she would prefer to bring the men home to our apartment rather than spend a whole night with them. So it came to pass that about a week later she had another date, this time with Glen, and she told me she was sure he would stop seeing her once he saw how much she was in love with me. On the night when Glen came home with her I could see he wasn't such a nice type like Pete had been and was a little more demanding. He followed the same path as Pete - but he made her suck his cock first before he fucked her and he only fucked her cunt for about 4 minutes before he told her he wanted her arsehole! She was holding my hand tightly when he withdrew from her cunt and she rolled over on her front and stuck her lovely bum up in the air, ready for his entry into her nether place. His cock was quite wet so he didn't have any need to use lubricant and so he plunged his cock into her arsehole - right in - with Jenny gripping my hand so hard I thought she might do some damage! When he came in her arsehole I could see she was gritting her teeth either from pain or excitement (I am sure it was the former) and eventually he pulled out of her and laid down beside her. He began playing with her breasts and stroked her nipples trying to get her excited but I could see he wasn't going to succeed. Eventually his cock became hard again and so he attempted to fuck her again but I stopped him and told him he couldn't unless he cleaned his dirty cock first! I was a bit surprised when he looked at me and then left the bedroom and washed his cock. During the time he was in the bathroom Jenny and I were kissing passionately and telling each other how much we loved each other. When he returned Jenny rolled over and spread her legs for him but I suspect it was a combination of the cold water and the break in continuity because his cock was very flaccid and despite his attempts to stroke it back into life it remained limp. He wasn't very happy but reluctantly he agreed with Jenny that this had been the last time he would be fucking Jenny! He dressed and left without further conversation. I walked with Jenny to the shower again holding a towel to her backside in case some of his cum dripped out but she was able to hold it all in until she was seated on the toilet. We showered together and I cleaned her up before drying her and then carrying her back to our bed. I knew I would be able to make love to her because he didn't cum in her cunt but I decided I would rather just hold her for the time being and perhaps make love with her later on in the night. Next morning at the breakfast table Jenny looked lovingly into my eyes and said, "Well Darling, there are only 10 more to deal with! I am sure I can negotiate something with most of them but there will be a couple who are a bit tricky!" I asked her what she meant by that and she told me they were the roughest types and it might be better if she went to the apartments rather than bring them home here where I would probably be very upset with the way they would carry on! I told her I loved her enough to accept anything she did with them and she should being there here so I could protect her if necessary. From then on, over the next 12 weeks, Jenny brought home each of the remaining 8 men and each fucked her once while I was in the bedroom holding her hand. They all followed the same pattern and once they were finished they promised they would never trouble Jenny again. It was the last two men who had Jenny worried and she again pleaded with me to let her go to there apartments but I insisted telling her we were now a couple and we should share troubles as well as good times. Tom was the man Jenny feared most and he came to the apartment with Jenny after her work one night. He was a rather large fearsome looking type of person who spoke with a gruff voice and didn't seem to be a nice man at all. When we went into the bedroom he objected quite strongly that he wanted to fuck Jenny without an audience but I told him he was lucky to be here at all and if he didn't like me being present he could leave. He saw I was serious and so he slipped his clothes off and proceeded to climb onto the bed with Jenny. She was terrified of Tom and suddenly I could see why. He cock was the largest cock I had ever seen - even in porno movies - and it was poised just outside her cunt waiting to thrust inside her lovely body. He looked at me and said, "Well, Slimeball, just watch how a real man fucks your girlfriend and learn!" With that he shoved his huge cock into poor Jenny. She recoiled with pain as he thrust into her and he began fucking her really hard! I smiled at Jenny and told her to hang on as he pumped his cock into her. I told her to reach around and grab his balls and play with them so that he would cum quicker. She did this and he looked up in surprise and I am sure he came a lot quicker than he would have if she hadn't been playing with him. She shot his load into her and I could see the grimace on her face as he filled her up. When he had cum I told him to get off Jenny and as this was his last time with her, he should now dress and leave quietly! It rather surprised me when he climbed off the bed and began dressing. He was kind enough to thank Jenny and told her he was very grateful for her allowing him to fuck her for so long! With that he took his leave and that was the last we saw of Tom! Jenny was really sore after such an onslaught from such a big cock and I had to carry her into the shower to wash her. She told me she was usually fucked at least 5 times when she spent the night with Tom but was grateful she had been spared this ordeal tonight. I truly loved Jenny. A month passed before we had to deal with the last man - Greg - and he proved to be a bit of a baby despite Jenny's fears he would be difficult! When we got to the bedroom and Jenny was lying naked and ready for him, I think it was because I was there that he couldn't get a hardon! He rubbed his cock and asked Jenny to rub it too but he just couldn't get an erection! Eventually he gave up and left us alone after thanking Jenny for looking after him and telling her this was the last time he would trouble her! Jenny told me afterwards that the only man who was still single was Tom! All the rest of the men were married and were cheating on their wives! I suppose it could be described as having a huge load lifted from both of us now that the obligations Jenny felt she had with the men were discharged! I could tell just from the way Jenny held me and made love with me that she was now free and could really make a life for us both now. A month after Greg left us we became engaged and another two months later we were married in a very simple but meaningful ceremony with all of our friends there to wish us well. I was very surprised when I saw the whole 12 men at our wedding ceremony together with their wives! They all came to us after and wished us well and I could see Jenny was thrilled that they seemed to care for her future. I was equally amazed to meet their wives - these were some of the loveliest ladies anyone could care to meet and they were cheating on them with Jenny - but no more! Jenny and I have been married for some time now and we are beginning to think about a family. We love each other so much it is sometimes painful to be away from each other for even a few hours. Jenny still works as a waitress at the same restaurant and I have my same job although I recently received a promotion and now I have much more freedom with my working hours. I can sometimes slip home and spend some wonderful time making love to Jenny during the afternoon before she goes to her work. I always call for Jenny now and we come home together - it isn't that I don't trust her - I do implicitly - it is just that I love to be with her all the time and she loves me for doing it! Our Second Time Around. It would be very easy for most men to say I am very weak for allowing Jenny to fuck these other men whilst she was in love with me but I really do understand how Jenny felt and although I didn't like it, I accepted it! Jenny is such a lovely person it is easy when one gets to know her to understand why she felt obligated to these men, after all Jenny may very well have killed herself after Simon died if it hadn't been for these men. Occasionally Jenny will talk a little about her life with Simon but in the nicest way, but she never talks about the other 12 men who were in her life! O.K. in some people's eyes I have been a cuckold and should have stopped Jenny right from the start but I love her all the more for having the strength of character to carry out what she saw as her obligations! Our second time around is good - extremely good - for both of us, believe me! Our Second Time Together Our Second Time Together Chris and I had been friends for years. We were both married, to other people, but yesterday we had become lovers. It was totally out of the blue and I guess it felt so good partly because of that. We had agreed yesterday that neither of us wanted it to be a one off. Although we both wanted our partners to remain our partners we wanted to have regular sex with each other just because we enjoyed it - no commitment what-so-ever. It was about 11.00 am the morning after our first time together and I was feeling incredibly horny having been thinking about yesterdays surprise development. I wasn't sure if she'd still feel the same today, so I thought I better give her a call to find out. "Hi you." she said, knowing it was me from her telephone ID screen. "I just thought I'd let you know I'd got half an hour to spare if you're interested?" I said. "Where's your other half?" replied Chris "She's gone shopping in town and won't be back till about five." I said "What about your better half?" "Oh, he's at work till this evening - come round if you want!" "I want." I said and slammed the phone down. I jumped into my car and drove round to Chris's straight away. I parked outside her house not worried that anyone would say anything as the neighbours all knew the four of us had all been friends for years. I rang the doorbell and waited. "It's open." I heard from inside. "Come in, close the door and put the safety chain on." I heard, "I'm upstairs." I did as I had been asked and went upstairs. Chris was lying spread-eagled on the double bed in hers and George's bedroom wearing matching white lace underwear. A skimpy bra, barely big enough to hold her fabulous tits in and a matching white lace g-string that only just covered her gorgeous pussy. "I couldn't see the point in waiting." she said. I quickly undressed and was going to keep my pants on, but then I thought there wasn't a lot of point in that, so I stripped completely naked and stood in front of her. Standing there butt naked with Chris still having her tits and her pussy covered made me feel incredibly horny and my cock rose to attention. Chris reached up from the bed and took hold of my cock and used it to pull me towards her. I thought she was going to give me a blow job, but instead she started masturbating me with her hand. She then slid her other hand down the front of her g-string and started to rub herself. "Watching you doing that has got to be the ultimate turn on." I said "Is it?" she replied, "Well in that case I think I'll concentrate on pleasing me and turning you on." and with that she let go of my cock and put both hands down the front of her g-string. I grabbed hold of my cock to masturbate while watching her. "No touching yourself if you're going to watch." she said, and obviously meant it. "Just watch, don't touch." And with that she closed her eyes and started working on herself. She took her right hand out of her g-string and provocatively licked her middle finger, which she then inserted in her pussy while stroking her clit with her other hand. "Mmmm, that feels so good." she said "Come a bit closer and see what you're going to get later." I moved onto the bed and slid down so that my head was only inches from her pussy. I could see and smell her, but by the rules she had imposed I couldn't touch. I loved every second of the show, but at the same time it was driving me insane. While one hand was rubbing her clit, her other hand now had two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy which I could see was getting wetter and wetter the longer she carried on. Chris then took her fingers out of her wet pussy and reached up for me to lick them, which I did. She then put her hand up to cup her left breast. Her tits were still inside her white lacy bra and she started gently squeezing it through her bra while continuing to rub her clit with the other hand. I reached down to start masturbating, but Chris felt me move and opened her eyes to see what I was doing. "No touching." she said "Or I stop." "I can't take much more of this." I said "Oh, fair enough." she said and with that Chris immediately reached for my cock and started to stroke its length while continuing to rub her own clit with her other hand. Watching her masturbating herself while doing the same to me got my cock even harder in her hand and I felt I needed to do something soon or I would explode. I pulled back from Chris so that she had to let go of my prick and I then said "Do me a favour and kneel on all fours on the bed" "Oh, you're not going to stick your cock in my arse are you?" she asked "No!" I replied "I'm going to fuck you in your pussy from behind." and with that I climbed up behind her on the bed. "Oh, George would never do that so, I've never had that done to me before" she said "You'll love it" I replied Chris was now on all fours in front of me with her arse in my face and leaning forward on her arms. I was kneeling on the bed behind her with my cock in my right hand. I slid her thin white g-string to one side with my left hand and positioned my cock in the entrance to her pussy and very slowly pushed it home. Just as it did yesterday, she felt fantastic - really tight. I pushed and withdrew slowly to start with and savoured the wonderful feelings being generated. I then started pumping harder and faster and at the same time leant over her and reached round with both hands to cup her tits. They were still encased in her bra and I needed them to be free, so I let go of her boobs, undid the single clasp on her bra and felt those gorgeous tits fall free. I reached round her again and took two wonderful handfuls of her fabulous breasts. I was now pumping her for all I was worth and felt I was about to come inside her. Just as I was about to cum, Chris fell forward with the result being my cock slid out of her pussy. She spun round on to her back and reached up to grab my very rigid cock. "I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste you." she said and with that she deep throated me and started to fuck my cock with her mouth. I couldn't help it – I just shot my load there and then. I thought she would choke, but Chris just swallowed every last drop and then proceeded to lick my now deflating cock clean with her tongue. "I must admit." I said "This is the best way I can think of to spend a spare half an hour." "I couldn't agree more." said Chris "Same time tomorrow?"