I sat in the smoky darkness looking toward the dance floor of the dimly lit nightclub. My beautiful girlfriend, Jeannie, was dancing with a thin, good-looking, dark haired Hispanic man. Their bodies were moving together to the music in perfect sync to the grinding beat of the music. I was frustrated, because Jeannie had pleaded with me several times to dance with her, and I had refused, waving her off and telling her to find someone else to dance with. I know that I am not a good dancer, and I am very self- conscious of the way I look when I try. I felt that the embarrassment of everyone staring at me as I jerked and convulsed foolishly would be too much too bear! I also knew that Jeannie loved to dance, and that all of the men in the room would be staring at her hungrily.
I whispered in her ear, “Go find one of the young men down by the bar to dance with, Jeannie, I’ll be fine.”
Such was our usual date together in this nightclub that Jeannie loved.
She is so beautiful, blonde, with a cheerleader’s wholesome good looks, and a body to die for. She has always been involved in athletics, and her thighs and legs are perfectly formed, like those of a dancer, or gymnast. Her breasts are high, and perky, and her rear end has the distinctive shape of an hourglass that men so strongly desire. She is naturally blonde, with long curls of hair cascading down over her shoulders. She has a pert, upturned nose, with perfectly symmetrical features. When she talks to me, I just lose myself in her beautiful, vibrant, blue eyes.
Yes, she is indeed stunning, and, in my opinion, too much so for me! I have always felt that I don’t deserve her, that she is way out of my league. I am thirty-five, and only five foot six, slightly overweight, and partially balding. I’m attractive, in a simple, boyish kind of way, and have always gotten by with the ladies as an understanding, nice guy with a humorous personality. My hair is brown, as are my eyes, and I have a wide, bright smile that instantly puts people at ease. I have many friends, and am mildly successful in business. As far as I’m concerned, the luckiest thing that had ever happened to me was finding Jeannie!
From the start, I knew that my girlfriend was different than other young women I had met in the past. She was more beautiful and vivacious than any other woman I had ever encountered, and I fell in love with her the very first time I saw her. She was an infallible optimist, and was always laughing in a high, girlish way that made everyone feel like joining in! Too shy to approach her directly, I played the role of the casual, friendly acquaintance for the longest time. I watched her go through a couple of bad relationships with the big, jock types, and had been there for her as a friend to console her when they had failed. Over time, she grew to feel more comfortable with me, and recognizing my affection for her, fell in love with me, and, much to my amazement, made a firm commitment to our relationship.
Sexually, our lovemaking is very passionate and loving. I have always made sure to please her to the best of my ability, slowly kissing and licking every inch of her body, pleasing her with my tender caresses. She loves my gentleness, and never fails to get very turned on. When she reaches a certain point of sexual arousal, Jeannie seems to undergo a kind of transformation. She becomes a wanton slut, willing to do anything that I desire. At first, I was a little shocked at this almost total transition, but after a while, grew accustomed to the pleasure that I could derive from this part of her. I gently lick and suck her pussy, bringing her to many powerful orgasms, then fuck her for hours at a time, Jeannie moaning with pleasurable wanton abandon. She sucks my cock deeply, making my eyes glaze over with passion, and swallows mycum hungrily when I ejaculate. Our lovemaking is incredibly tender and passionate.
I have grown to love this side of her, coaxing her along as our lovemaking grows in its intensity. As I bury my cock deep inside of her womanhood, she will talk to me, saying things like, “I’m your slut, Jack, take me as you will at any time! Use me as you please!” When she does this, I will instantly get very aroused, calling her names and whispering my desires in a low, even voice. “Ooh, your mine, Jeannie! My slut to use! I love fucking you with my hard cock, I know you love it when I do!” She will always respond to his banter with an almost submissive one of her own, coaxing me in a sultry voice. “Oh yes, Jack, use me! I love it when you fuck me like this! I’m yours always, your personal whore to use!” It was almost as if I have a certain, sexual power over this beautiful woman that I love so much. This drives me wild, and I cum very powerfully, shaking with pleasure as I empty into her. This goes on for hours, leaving both of us sweating in passion. Afterwards, we lie in bed together, gently caressing each other and whispering to each other lovingly.
A while ago, as I was struggling to make my business work, I began to notice that our lovemaking sessions had significantly decreased in number. This disturbed me greatly, and an almost uncanny sense of paranoia began to find its way into my psyche. We didn’t have much time to spend together; she was attending night classes, and I was working late hours at the office. Jeannie seemed not to be bothered by this, and never mentioned it to me. I had noticed that she was away a lot, out shopping with her friends, or on some school outing that required an overnight stay. Did Jeannie seem distracted, almost distant at times, or was the paranoia taking over my sense of reason? I didn’t know. I found myself suspecting her of infidelity, even though I had no basis for this.
She seemed to only hang out with her friend, Julia, a straight- laced, thin, academic girl whose manner and dress were conservative at best. Julia, in my eyes, could have been more attractive if she let her hair down and wore a little more makeup, and maybe a more risqué manner of dress, as opposed to the jeans and T- shirt look that she always sported. Jeannie liked her because of her sharp sense of humor and honest, direct approach to everything. I knew that Julia had a boyfriend, and that they were not getting along at that time, according to the information in Julia’s rants about his poor behavior. This made me even more nervous in regards to Jeannie. He wondered if she complained about me like that when I wasn’t around! I found myself in a constant state of worry over this. I would look for clues that would lead me to a discovery that I did not want to make. I found myself calling home much more frequently to talk to Jeannie, barely concealing the fact that I was checking up on her. She never seemed to notice, just went about her business as usual, always seemingly glad to hear from me. I just kept getting more and more frustrated as time went on.
One day, while I was at my desk in the high- rise office building where I work, there was a great commotion. Someone had pulled the fire alarm, sending the entire building into an uproar. Everyone, including myself, had to evacuate, clamoring down the narrow staircase in a confused throng of people. I found myself standing out in front of the building, staring up at it with all the others, frustrated at this inconvenience. It was then that I got even worse news; everyone was being sent home.
“Damn!!” I said out loud. I stomped to the parking garage, frustrated with this interruption of my routine. I reached for my cell phone to call Jeannie. It wasn’t there!
“Damn!” I said again. “I left my fucking cell phone on my desk!!!” Now, here it was, barely noon, and I couldn’t call Jeannie. I climbed into his car, pulled out of the parking garage, and headed towards the interstate, and home.
As I turned onto his street, I felt a sickening feeling as my house came into view. There, in the driveway, next to Jeannie’s Malibu, was a gold Saturn. Immediately, the feeling of paranoia crept its way into my psyche. I pulled my car to a stop next to the others, gazing at the front of the house, almost dreading what I might find inside. I shut off the ignition, climbed out, and made my way to the front door. When I turned the latch, I found it locked, so I pulled out my keys, inserted the right one, and slowly turned it, trying to be as quiet as possible. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside, looking toward the living room, like I always did when I came home. I immediately noticed the silence, usually an indication that Jeannie was upstairs on the computer in the bedroom. I quietly walked around through the living room, looking for evidence of a visitor. Seeing nothing, I slowly made my way to the stairs, my sense of dread growing. One at a time, I climbed them up to the hallway on the second floor. That’s when I heard it, a low, almost inaudible moan. I immediately recognized its source. It was Jeannie, and it was the sound she made when she was enjoying something immensely. I felt an instant burst of anger and glared at the partially open bedroom door at the end of the hall. Slowly, I crept to the door, and peered around the corner of the doorjamb. The sight that met my eyes was one that I would never forget.
There on the bed, was his beautiful Jeannie, her body completely naked, laying on her back, her legs splayed open wide, her knees bent, feet up. Crouched at the foot of the bed, her face buried in between Jeannie’s legs, was her friend Julia! Neither girl was yet aware of my presence, so I moved back, and watched in shocked surprise. Julia’s head was bobbing up and down, her tongue lapping at my lover’s pussy, her hands caressing those beautiful thighs. Jeannie continued to moan, her torso revolving and writhing in pleasure as she ground her hips into Julia’s mouth. I could hear the sounds of her mouth sucking insistently at Jeannie’s pussy, a wet, sloppy sound, mingled with those moans of pleasure. Jeannie had her hands on her breasts, kneading and pinching them as she enjoyed Julia’s ministrations. I felt the waves of nausea and jealous fear, as the realization of what I was witnessing overtook me. I also felt something else, something deep within ; I felt the stirrings of arousal!
Jeannie, sensing a presence, opened her eyes, and stared at me in horror.
