My name is Gene Anderson. Although a shy person, I have always been inclined to sexual adventure and experimentation. I lost my virginity in my Ford Mustang to a promiscuous MILF.
I was introduced to my future wife by a friend from grad school, who had gotten a job teaching English in a nearby college. He and his girlfriend invited me to visit. 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 and 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. Gamely, she asked, "Let's do it again!" I realized that I wanted her in bed with me every night from then on. By the end of that month, we married.
Because of a housing shortage, I moved in with Jenny and her roommate, Mary, from whom Jenny subleased half of the apartment. Mary was glad to reduce her part of the rent to one-third. She was our age and also petite and pretty, but a brunette with a delicate figure. She had nice legs, a womanly ass, and perky tits, and wasn't above flirting with me.
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 got her a cocktail mini dress, bright yellow with vivid colors in a floral print. It had matching bikini panties and was designed to be worn without a bra. When she wore it to my friend's birthday party, one of the men asked her, "Why are you showing so much flesh?" She certainly was showing up the other women, who looked dull.
We made love almost every night for the first six months. Mary's bedroom shared a wall with ours. Jenny frequently had screaming orgasms. I wondered if Mary masturbated when she heard us. In any event, she was above suggesting that I give her some of what Jenny was so enthusiastically receiving.
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 and the possibility of Mary returning to catch us.
After six months of "Three's Company," an apartment became vacant, and we moved into it.
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, he 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. Now the memory excites me.
Mary invited Jenny to visit. Jenny asked if I could come along. She said she wasn't wearing much. Jenny said, "He'd like that!" We found her in just a T-shirt and bikini panties. Afterward, Jenny said, "She's a prick-tease! She'd deserve it if you fucked her!"
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, and we wanted a dog.
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 excited 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 as 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. Third, not having had a baby and having a small, tight pussy, she still required vigorous effort to penetrate her. I tried cunnilingus, but she didn't want that any more than to suck my cock.
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 tall, long-legged, good-looking blonde MILF 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, partly because I never detected a hint that one 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. Being a failed adulterer seemed even worse than committing adultery with a complicit woman and enjoying her. 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. Every summer, we would return to our origins on the Mesabi Iron Range, visit our parents, fish during the day, and drink at night. One night in the Moose Club, Doug said to the comely barmaid, "If I came knocking on your door, would you let me in?" She looked at me and said, "I might let him in!" I raised my glass to her and said, "Thank you, thank you! This is better than if I had out-fished my illustrious Master Fisherman cousin today!" However, interpreting her banter as putting Doug in his place, not putting me into her place, I quit while I was ahead. What's the score in tennis, Love 15?
One time, he drove to our town, having called to ask to park his boat and motor in our yard. I wasn't home when he arrived, but Jenny said that he made lewd remarks to her. I asked what he said. "He said you were lucky to have a wife with a body like mine and asked how often I was getting fucked. He said, he loves big tits like mine and if he were in your place, he'd fuck me often. It was clear that he wanted to take your place between my legs while you were absent. He's 6'5", you said, and burly, so he'd crush me!" His wife was petite, too, but older and not as well-endowed as mine.
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 posted photos of Jenny scantily clad and naked, with her face covered. Several men posted exciting comments about her body and what they'd like to do to her.
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, except, perhaps, Mary. 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 was my two years older than I, and taller, 6' 2" 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 make her more sexually exciting. 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. She taught at the university. Joe had a morning shift working in food service there.
At 54, 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 for photos. Knowing that he would see them became our foreplay and excited us to fuck. Jenny 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.
She'd say, "Yes, because I'm posing for you!"
