Disclaimer - this is a work of fiction, a fantasy, not based on any actual events or persons. The author does not condone or recommend any of the actions carried out by the characters in this story.
Corrupting My Conservative Wife 1
by LEBEC
The first step is always the hardest. First, Vibrators.
Chapter One
My name is Ben, and I've been married to my cute blonde wife Jackie for 10 years. We got married right out of high school and I was Jackie's first lover. Jackie's folks were strict Catholics, and while we dated, she insisted on waiting until we got married before giving up her virginity. That didn't mean we couldn't make out some but, even getting to first base was a challenge with this girl.
For example, at first I'd take her to a parking area and then, casually, throw my arm around her neck and kiss her. So far, so good. Then, a brief touch of her breast, over her clothes, which caused her to tense up. Then, I'd calm her down and we'd just kiss before I brought her home. The next time, I would try the same thing but, this time she would let me touch her a tiny bit longer before flinching. Each time, I would push the envelope, feeling her up, longer and longer, over her clothes, and getting her all worked up.
The first time I got her breasts out in the open, she nearly freaked out. Even though it was dark and we were parked in a secluded area, she seemed to have a phobia about being exposed in public. I don't know why she was so worried. I think, perhaps, it was because she was afraid that we might get caught and someone would tell her overbearing father. Whatever it was, it took a good deal of patience, and a fair amount of negotiating on my part, to keep her calm. Back in those days, the best I could get out of her was an occasional hand job, while she remained fully-dressed. At the time, it was the best I could do.
Once we got married, and I took her virginity, things improved significantly. I was able to teach her and together we overcame many of her fears. Although she was still quite naive, I found her to be surprisingly hot in the bedroom. Unfortunately, as a Catholic girl, she practiced the Rhythm Method for birth control and I had to get in the habit of pulling out before every orgasm with her. Condoms were not allowed and she was very strict about not doing it when she was right in the middle of her cycle. I learned how to push the envelope with her on that, here and there, but only if I swore to pull out well in advance.
In public, Jackie remained a very conservative dresser. Even though we grew up in the age of the micro-mini skirt, she always managed to choose clothes from the more modest end of the spectrum. It was a real challenge to talk her into wearing some more revealing clothes, perhaps some shorter skirts, or maybe showing some of her lovely cleavage. Every step of the way, she would resist my suggestions, and only relent after I insisted. It was only through great persistence that I got her to be a little more daring, and even then, she'd complain most of the time.
For instance, one time when I got a little too drunk and horny, I tried to get her to take her panties off while we were out in public. We were in a dance club. It was dark. No one would know she wasn't wearing them but me, but still, she put her foot down and said No.
Another time, I got even bolder and asked her if she'd go to an adult book store with me to pick out some x-rated movies, but she refused. She told me to just buy what I liked and we could watch them together at home.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her to do anything in public. I had a hot, sexy wife - one I was very proud of and wanted to show off in the worst way but, no matter how much I begged, she constantly shot me down. It was frustrating. It was annoying. I soon realized that what I was doing wasn't working very well and that arguing over Sex would be counterproductive. If I wanted to get her to be more adventurous, I'd have to try a different approach.
Taking inventory of the situation, I had to admit that our sex life was still really terrific. In retrospect, I now know that I didn't truly appreciate what I had going for me. I mean, maybe she wasn't as slutty in public as I wanted her to be, but in private, she'd let me do just about anything I wanted - something most men only wish they could say about their wives. But for some reason, I seemed hung up on the Public thing and was mad at her because she wasn't what I thought she should be. I guess I felt "entitled" and, like a spoiled brat, I had been complaining and stamping my feet. There was no denying where it had gotten me, though. Nowhere. It was time to change course. If I wanted her to be less prudish, I would have to work within her limits first, breaking her in gradually, over time - like I had when we were first dating.
I started by taking her out to dinner in nice, romantic restaurants. I decided not to criticize her conservative clothes any longer. In fact, I apologized, complimented her and told her how nice she looked. I'm sure that confused her a bit at first, but after a couple of "dates", she dropped her skepticism while I continued to reinforce her with praise and compliments.
Also, I noticed that alcohol did wonders to help loosen her up, so each time we went to dinner, we'd polish off at least a bottle of wine between us. Then we'd go home and have wonderful sex. Before long, Jackie accepted and learned to enjoy these evenings more and more. It seemed she felt that she had won our argument over her clothes and, couldn't help but notice how sweet and charming I was being. I think she even felt a little bad - probably, a little guilty that she may have been a bit harsh with me - because, the next time we went out, she voluntarily chose something that exposed a bit of cleavage. She told me she did it just for me because my birthday was coming and I had "been so good". I made light of it but, thanked her for my "present" and told her she looked "hot".
She told me not to get too used to it and I pouted, jokingly. Then, she laughed, held my hand, and conceded, "Well, maybe just a bit more." That night, she got out the only sexy nightie she had (it would still be considered "conservative" by many people's standards) and wore it to bed. I told her she looked beautiful and we had great sex.
After another night of wining and dining, I presented her with a "birthday present" - a tasteful nightie that was similar to the one she had worn for me last time but, perhaps, slightly sexier. She agreed to wear it, but not before reminding me that she was only doing it because I had asked nicely.
Having crossed this first barrier, I began to regularly surprise her with more gifts - more pretty things for the bedroom - each one naughtier than the last. Soon, she got used to dressing sexily in the bedroom, and even began to enjoy modeling them for me.
One day, she went shopping and came home with a couple of pieces of lingerie she had picked out herself to surprise me. What she bought was more modest than I might've chosen for her but significantly racier than anything she might've chosen only a few short weeks ago. As she posed in each of her pretty, new "girlie things", as she now called them, I whistled and thanked her profusely. That inspired her to giggle. Then, she turned her butt towards me and pushed it back to give it a slap. I couldn't take it any longer, and jumped her bones right then and there.
Our little "fashion shows" got wilder and wilder each time. My favorite was a 1960s-style Babydoll nightie I got for her. Totally see-thru and pink, she looked like an old Playboy magazine centerfold. I guess I should have been satisfied to have made THAT much progress, considering where we'd started. But I still had much bigger plans for my innocent wife.
