(Authors Note: A lot has happened personally since my previous submission. I hope it is as well received as my prior piece. Thank You, and good reading.)
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My name is Marcus, I have been very happily married for the last five years to a bi-sexual woman. Two years prior to our marriage, we had been dating, with her moving into mine and my daughter's home six months before our wedding. Jenn is an amazing woman, strong, confident and intelligent. I knew when we started dating that I was actually on the rare side of her relationships. Jenn preferred to have sex with women, but, she is a very competitive, career driven woman. She had a difficult time forming lasting relationships with other women. Then I came along. We hit it off very fast. Our personalities mesh very well, and we compliment each other. Competition between us is on a personal, at home level, and not, at a career level. She has her job, and I have my own.
Jenn, is also a very sexual woman. She has a high libido, but, not, like you might think. As I mentioned before, Jenn, prefers sex with women. She just learned to accept my shortcomings, and focus more on my strong suits. Firstly, I am a very oral oriented man. I enjoy going down on a woman, especially one who tends to be as wet as Jenn is. The first couple of times we went to bed, we didn't have intercourse at all, instead, we spent our time having oral sex with each other. That, of course, doesn't mean I didn't also use my fingers, I guess you could say Jenn is a Size Queen in a way, she doesn't like things too big, instead, she rather enjoys my average size. I am a little thicker than two of her fingers across, and two of her fingers thick. As she claims, "Just Right For Me". I am also just long enough, that my head nuzzles up against her cervix. I bump it, but I don't bruise it, again, her words. All I know is that she is a silk glove when wrapped around me. Which brings us back to Jenn's preferences. In the two years before we were married, I learned she had a couple of friends with benefits. A couple of women she had been having sex with since college. She also introduced me to a couple of women that she would get together with on occasion from her professional circle of acquaintances. I was invited, after we got married, to join her with the women of her former group, but most definitely not of the latter. I didn't mind, I understood the rules. I could be inside of her, and not her friends, but that didn't mean I couldn't orally take care of her friends while she rode me.
At the time that I met Jenn, my daughter Cassidy had turned 13. Cassidy took to Jenn immediately. Until then, my sister Angie had been my lifesaver. I love Planned Parenthood. I donate a lot for a low six figure income to PP. A single father with a daughter, needs somewhere he can turn to for advice, and secure knowledge that his daughter is being cared for properly. It didn't hurt that Angie's OB, was a Planned Parenthood doctor. It of course, doesn't mean that a Single Father is properly capable of dealing with a Maturing Daughter, but, with Angie's help, and PP's help, I think we managed her shift as best as could have been done. It was about six months after when Jenn had come into my life. This had another effect that was unexpected. Cassidy had turned to Jenn when it came time for clothing advice, my sister Angie was deemed 'Uncool' by Cassidy standards.
To be honest, Angie had been married since right after she graduated High School, and her general attire came from Lane Bryant. Jenn, well, she was more upscale in her attire. Angie, was a payroll clerk for a small company, and Jenn was district manager for a high end women's apparel retail chain. She was up to date on the latest fashions, dressed to impress in clothing that was honestly aimed at the late teens, early twenties business crowd. Cassidy, soaked it up. Jenn however, was cautious, making it a point to drag me along whenever my Daughter talked her into going clothing shopping, especially for anything that might fall in the intimate wear line of clothing. "I just don't want you to think I was dressing her for my tastes." Jenn never wanted me to think she was ever inappropriate when it came to Cassidy.
"Marcus?"
Jenn's voice had a tremulous edge to it. Her eyes were wide, like she had seen something that caught her off guard, but at the same time, I knew she had been looking at lesbian porn. It was late, I was trying to reconcile a couple of my business accounts, so I wasn't surprised when Jenn stepped into my office wearing nothing but one of my button up shirts and smelling of her arousal. Did I mention that Jenn is a woman who, when aroused, gets very wet. She tends to wear thin pads in her panties regularly to soak up her wetness. Let's face it, many of the young women that work in the stores she covers, are very attractive, and very attractively dressed. Her sexual buttons get pushed a lot.
"Yeah?"
"I..." there was a hesitation in her voice that was very unlike her. "I need you to see something. I swear, I had no idea. But, I think you need to see it." She bit her lip, and I swear, in the seven years we had known each other, I had never seen her look so uncertain about anything. I rose from my desk and walked over to her. She flinched when I put my hand on her arm, rubbing lightly to be reassuring. Now, I was worried.
"Look, uhm, it's late, and you know how I am."
"Sure, you were either reading a lesbian book, or surfing some lesbian porn. It's okay, I promise Jenn, I won't get mad."
"Don't, don't say that, you don't even know what I found," her voice had dropped into a panicked whine, eyes wide and her cheeks blushed even darker.
"I promise, I won't be mad at you, does that help?"
I tried to be soft and understanding, but confused was probably my true expression. This Jenn was not my normal wife. Something was making her very skittish. Then she seemed to steel herself to her decision, she reached out, took my hand in hers, and led me to the game room. Game room is a misnomer honestly. I have always had my office at home. I work on accounts for my small company, work on some of the CAD models that we prototype for customers when some of the code seems off, or we keep breaking tools and can't figure out why. I run a small company that does CNC batch production. Mostly, we work on prototype, single run items, work out the code for a production run piece, then let the client choose a mainstream manufacturer to make the production pieces. We do have some customers that we do small batch runs for, and are a steady source of income, but, sixty percent of our business is the one off prototype item.
The game room is where our shared computer is. Jenn has her company laptop, the dock is there attached to the monitor for easy viewing, but mostly, we have Cassidy's old desktop PC set up for either of us, or Cassidy when she is home on break from college and doesn't want to use her laptop. We use it to stream movies to our big screen TV, or to play music through the home theater system. Most of the time though, it was used by either Jenn or I to surf the net on our down time. When we were relaxing, waiting for the other person to finish up any late night work on those dedicated computers. It was also where we surfed porn. Some times together, but like tonight, often alone. We each had our own logins, so it wasn't like we looked at the same stuff, though, to be honest, some of the lesbian porn that Jenn came across, became our shared viewing from time to time.
"I swear, this is a new video, I wasn't looking for it at all, and I certainly wasn't looking for her." Jenn's eyes were pleading with me to understand, but her nipples were so obviously rock hard against my shirt, it was clear she was conflicted. On the screen, was a young redhead, face down into a pillow, ass up in the air, panties around mid thigh. A brunette was face into the redhead's crotch from behind. The soft visual made me think it was one of those higher end European porns. The current image didn't really show the face of either girl. The red hair though, caused me to pause. Cassidy had red hair. I was blond, but her mother had been Scotch Irish, with the temper and hair to match. The dusting of freckles on her pale skin also caught my attention, probably because Jenn was clearly upset. I just figured my mind was jumping to conclusions. Most of the brunette's face was hidden in the still image by her hands spreading the red heads ass cheeks, but it was clear, she was definitely licking deeply.