Party Procreation
This is a short story about a wife with a high sex drive who needs more than her husband can give her. If the idea of a wife cheating on her husband offends you, then this story will not be for you! This story was posted on another website under another of my writing names.
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Jennifer Sanderson considered herself to be a good wife to her husband John. They had been married seven years and now at the age of twenty-eight Jennifer thought she had everything going for her. As she admired her trim and toned body in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, she pondered what to wear to the party she had been invited to by work colleagues. She liked to show off her body, but as a good catholic wife and respected pillar of the upmarket community where she and her husband lived, she did have to be a bit careful.
It was a shame that John was away again on one of his endless business trips. She could have done with him around, both to escort her to the party but more importantly to take care of the itch between her legs. Jennifer always got so horny when she was fertile, and this month was no exception. It's too bad she thought to herself as she pulled on a floral summer dress that had enough splashes of red to compliment her red painted toenails and fingers. A pair of strappy white heels complimented the outfit perfectly. She had been daring though and only wore a pair of thong panties and no bra, this was her gesture of defiance to her 'oh so respectable' neighbours. If only they knew!
As Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror again, she had to admit to herself that she did look good. Regular swimming and running had kept her body fit and toned and as she ran her hands down her sides, she noted with satisfaction that her thin summer dress showed her body to best effect. Her long legs looked even better in her heels and her well pedicured feet looked good enough to eat!
Once again her thoughts turned to the sex she wasn't going to get this weekend and as she ground her thighs together she could feel her labia moistening. "Dam I better stop this" she thought to herself "or else I'll ruin my panties and stain my dress." After one last look in the mirror, she turned and grabbed her clasp and headed out to her car.
When she arrived at the party, she was greeted by various work colleagues and was quickly handed a drink. Having quickly downed the first drink she grabbed another and soon started to relax. The party was becoming crowded and as she made small talk with various people, she kept casting an envious glance to the dance area where lots of people were dancing. Just as Jennifer was starting to feel sorry for herself without her husband to dance with, a tall handsome man appeared in front of her and gazed into her eyes.
"Hello, I'm Tom, what's your name?"
As Jennifer stared into the face of this handsome stranger, she felt like a schoolgirl on a first date, and she had trouble forming a sensible response. "I'm, I..., my name is Jennifer."
"Well hello Jennifer, are you here by yourself or is your husband here?" Jennifer realised the man was looking down at her wedding bands.
"No, I... I, he is, I'm here alone, he is away for a few days."
"That's good; it means I needn't feel guilty about dancing with you."
Jennifer was about to say she didn't dance with strangers when Tom took her arm and started to steer her toward the dance floor. She didn't have time to collect her thoughts before they pushed in among the other dancers. As she turned to face the stranger called Tom, she realised for the first time how good looking he was. Yes, he was rugged, unshaved and had longish unkempt hair. But he was very handsome, and his eyes twinkled as he looked down into her eyes.
They danced a few numbers together as they exchanged briefs shouts of conversation. When a slower song started to play Jennifer decided she should retreat, but before she could move, Tom clasped her close and started to move with her. "Tom, I don't think I should be doing this."
"Why not" said Tom "aren't you enjoying it?"
"That's not the point, I'm, married and I..." Jennifer's voice trailed off as she felt Tom press his leg into her crutch. As Tom held her close, Jennifer realised that her sensitive mound was being mashed against this man's big muscular thigh.
"Oh my goodness" thought Jennifer "I'm getting turned on by this man, I must get away." "Tom, please I need to sit down, I can't dance with you like this."
"Jennifer, it's okay, we're just dancing, I know you are enjoying it really."
And that was the problem, she was enjoying herself. She was dancing with a handsome man, and she felt sexually alive. "Oh, what the hell" she said to herself "I'm not doing anything wrong; John wouldn't mind me just dancing."
And so Jennifer spent the next half hour dancing intimately with this stranger. At one point she rested her head against his chest as they danced, and she inhaled the heady mix of aftershave and his masculine odour. Tom's big hands were on the small of her back and as he pulled her close to him Jennifer could feel a huge bump in the front of his trousers. "My god that can't be his penis" she thought, "it feels like an iron bar."
As if reading her thoughts Tom said, "I'm sorry but it's the effect you have on me Jennifer." As Jennifer stared back at him and was about to reply that it was not intentional, Tom said "let's get out of this crowded room and have some fun."
Before Jennifer could respond, Tom had taken her hand and was pulling her towards the door. Once through the door the people thinned out and as if in a trance Jennifer let herself be led up the stairs and into a bedroom. When Tom shut the door and locked it, Jennifer snapped out of her trance "Tom what is going on here? I'm a married woman and shouldn't be alone in a bedroom with a stranger. Whose room is this anyway?"