My big breasted wife, Jenna, had grown up in a very rural, very strict household. After we married and she got out in the world, it became obvious that she was learning to put much of her upbringing behind. She had interesting work as a junior interior decorator. She had a world wise older lady as her boss and mentor. She had an older husband who loved her. She had learned that sex was great, not dirty. She had learned that her body was magnificent, not gross.
Her boss, Nancy was encouraging her to dress a little more chic at work and suggested that she might want to dress a little bit sexy when she was not a work. Between my influence and Nancy's, she was already enjoying sexy lingerie and nighties. She seemed to really grow into the role of having a major influence on me with her sexy body. I noticed after a few months that her heels were getting a little higher for work and her tops were getting more fitting and fashionable. On our dates for dinner, dancing, movies and drinks, her tops were starting to show more of her huge cleavage. She no longer acted embarrassed about her big breasts. Her skirts became a little shorter and with the high heels she stood at 5'-8". Of course six inches were heels. She worked in four to five inch heels.
Jenna really starting noticing her effect on men and women. When men stared at her body, she looked them in the eye with a very neutral expression. She looked back toward women according to the expression on her face. If it looked like the woman was admiring her figure, she made eye contact and was neutral or encouraging. If the woman looked judgmental about her appearance, Jenna held her stare to show that she was not intimidated.
Our sex life had taken a new turn when I purchased a large black dildo. I had suspected that my slender six inch cock was not making her cum like when I performed oral sex on her. She almost always wanted the big dildo when we made love. I usually finished her off by sucking her pussy either way. Often I licked her and then fucked her. One night she asked me to give her a big orgasm with my tongue after I had already cum in her pussy.
I explained that that was hard for me since once I shot my load into her, some of the raunchier ideas did not appeal to me as much. She was at a loss to understand why. So she asked me to just try it, since she readily swallowed my cum. I decided to push myself to the limit and to my surprise she came like a train rolling down a track. She just kept on having one orgasm after another. I found that the intense pleasure that this gave her was worth the effort on my part. She always wanted to French kiss whether I ate my cum from her or she sucked me off.
I wondered aloud to Jenna how she had come up with the idea to have me pleasure her with my mouth after I had already cum in her. She said that she loved me cumming in her mouth, on her breasts and on her face and never thought that it should be a problem for me. She said that after that first time she had read up on the topic and understood somewhat how men felt after orgasm. She told me that we did not have to do that anymore. I asked her if she enjoyed the oral sex or the feeling of control. She giggled a little and said, "Both." I was telling her that I was still thinking I was in control since I had been experience and had taken her virginity. Jenna said that she loved the fact that I had taken her cherry and also loved the fact that we had grown together sexually. Then she said,"So, what is the verdict, Stud, are you going to suck your cum out of me again or what?"
I told her that she had probably better decide that for both of us given my decline after cumming. The very next time we fucked, she made sure that I came in her missionary style. She of course, did not orgasm. After my cock started to soften, she pushed me off and mounted my face feeding me my entire load of cum. I licked her clit and she started cumming and bucking her hips holding the back of my head in place. She pushed up so I could cover her sex with my mouth. The harder she came, the more of my cum she squeezed into my waiting mouth. I had trouble swallowing fast enough to keep up with the flow.
Another time Jenna asked me to suck her off to begin with and make sure she came several times. I did this as instructed, with pleasure. Then after she was fully sated, she told me to fuck her breasts. I had no problem with that either. I shot so much cum between her huge breasts that she was dripping with sperm. After I started to soften, Jenna rolled me over and while holding her breasts together, mounted me. Her pussy was over my stomach. My cock was lifeless between my legs. She leaned forward and started feeding me my cum off her magnificent nipples. She rubbed those massive breasts in my face and dripped my cum back onto my face and then rubbed her breasts all over my face, neck and chest. What I had not sucked off her breasts and nipples, she used for lubrication as she worked her way down my body. She eventually made it down to my cock and started rubbing her cum covered breasts on my soft cock. As I began to harden again, she placed my cock between her breasts and jacked me off with her boobs. This went on a while since I had just cum. She alternated sucking me and boob fucking me until I started groaning that I was about to cum again. She took my whole cock into her mouth and throat and moved back to allow me to cum in her mouth. When I came again, I was surprised that I shot several shots into her waiting mouth. She squealed as I came and tried to suck me dry.
She then blew my mind as she moved back up and placed her mouth over mine giving me back my entire load of cum into my mouth. When she emptied her mouth, she squeezed my lips and said very firmly,"Don't swallow". As I held the cum in my mouth I was wondering who was teaching who now. Finally she began kissing me all over my face and then French kissed me. She dipped her tongue into my mouth and then withdrew to lick my face and nipples. After kissing me for a few moments, she said, "Now you can swallow." Here I was eleven years her senior and she was turning me into a cum eating husband.
The closer Jenna and I became, the better the sex was. She was fully transformed from the shy girl ashamed of her big breasts into a very mature young woman with style and grace. She managed to keep active and worked out with her boss Nancy. Jogging was a treat for everyone either on the treadmill at the gym or on our home street. No matter how binding her sports bras were, those huge melons had a rhythm of their own. When we jogged together, I laughed inside as our neighbors, both men and women, tried not to gawk, but could not resist. We were friendly with most of our neighbors and attended the block parties. However, there seemed to be somewhat of an uncomfortable feeling on the part of many wives who thought their hubbys were a little bit too infatuated with Jenna's chest.
We usually went out for dinner once or twice a week and hit the clubs for dancing occasionally. One night while at a popular club, I went to the bar for drinks while Jenna went to the restroom. When I finally made it back to our table, a young man was talking to her. When I walked up, he seemed to be surprised and began apologizing for "hitting on my wife". I introduced myself and told him no hard feelings on my part. I easily laughed it off and told Jenna that I should be more careful about leaving her alone because I was sure that every man in the place would love to get near her. She was blushing and told me to stop teasing. When I asked her what the guy had said, she just said that the usual stuff guys say. He had asked her to dance first. I told her that it would have been OK with me if she had danced with him. She seemed surprised.
We stayed out until just before closing time. When we got home, we both showered. I was in bed when Jenna came out of the bathroom. She was naked and gorgeous as usual. As she hopped into the bed she got a real serious look on her face and asked me if I was serious about her dancing with another man. I was a little surprised about this being such a big deal. She said the she thought I would be jealous of someone hitting on her. I told her that dancing with someone else was not exactly like she was fucking someone else. This puzzled her even more. I told her that our marriage was strong as far as I was concerned and that jealousy was not something that was used to indicate the degree of love. I acknowledged that she should be the one who was jealous if anyone since I had been married before and was obviously not a virgin. She said that she agreed with me about jealousy and also she had never even seen the ex wife. As I always told her, I had no animosity toward my ex. We were never as close as Jenna and I had become and I had no latent feelings for her.
Then I casually mentioned to Jenna that it probably would have been better for us if she had not been a virgin. That way she would not have to wonder what it was like with someone else. She did not like that suggestion, but when I started rubbing her body and kissing her, she heated up very fast. I can say that sex that night was very intense. She was dripping from the start and I made her cum twice orally before cumming in her pussy. Then I ate her to another orgasm as well as ingesting my considerable load of cum.
A few months later we were out again dancing. This time we got talking to a couple of guys who were there stag and were making the rounds of the available single women. The conversation was pretty much casual. Where do you live? What do you do? etc. When one of the guys found out that Jenna was in interior decorating, he mentioned that his company could use a good interior decorator. They had just moved into a new facility and the owner was letting his wife and daughter "decorate". Jenna told him that with those dynamics, she didn't think that her boss Nancy would intervene unless she was contacted by the wife. Everyone agreed that that would be a no win venture. The guy, Neil, asked for Jenna's number so he could drop a few hints to the bosses' wife just in case.
His friend, Jason, laughed and said that Neil had some balls to ask for a married woman's phone number. We all had a good laugh at that. Then Neil told Jason that he would do one better. He would ask a married woman to dance. He turned to Jenna and asked, "How about it?" Jenna blushed and looked at me. I laughed and told her, "He asked you, not me." Jenna unexpectedly got up a little timid and followed Neil to the dance floor. Jason tried to apologize for Neil saying that those two beers must have made him bold. I told Jason that Neil was okay asking Jenna to dance and that we did not do jealousy because we had such a strong relationship. He asked how much older than Jenna was I. I laughed and told him twelve years and asked, "Why do I look like her father or something." Then Jason got embarrassed and again began apologizing. I told Jason to lighten up and that I was just ribbing him. Jason said that he really wanted to complement me on having such a gorgeous young wife.
