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Subject: {ASSM} Jim's Wife 5
Date: Thu,  3 May 2001 03:10:01 -0400
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For those of you waiting here is the next installment of Jim's Wife. Comments 
are always welcome.

Jim's Wife 5
Karen, The Early Years

        Karen loved spring in Chicago. The snow was finally gone and the whole 
world was starting to green up and soften under the late April sun. She was on 
spring break and enjoying her time off from teaching. Not that she disliked 
teaching, but with the warm weather approaching, she looked forward to a few 
days of relaxation and play with her two-year-old.

        Jim was gone again. She thought to herself that he was always gone 
when she needed him. She knew that he enjoyed his job, and she enjoyed the 
money, but she really missed him on days like this. 

        Oh well, she had made plans to do some cleaning while the baby napped. 
In the bedroom she cleaned under the bed and around the shelves. She liked the 
way the sunlight from the window made the dust dance. She had dressed for the 
occasion and wore a simple T-shirt over a pair of red running shorts. She 
decided against a bra but slipped on a pair of cotton panties underneath the 
loose-fitting shorts. She was ready to attack the bedroom. 

        After an hour of energetic but monotonous cleaning her mind began to 
drift to more adventurous thoughts. She looked at her reflection in the 
mirror. She saw a married woman of thirty who had a slight tummy bulge. What 
the mirror really reflected was a very young, attractive woman, slight of 
build with the perfect size breasts. Her breasts were not too large and had 
very dominant nipples, nipples that under the right circumstances became 
easily aroused. Her shorts, although loose, could not conceal a 
well-proportioned bottom, the kind of bottom that looks good in a bikini, or 
less. However, the highlight of her appearance was her face. A slightly pugged 
nose drew attention to her blue green playful eyes and a slightly pouting 
mouth. She may have been nearing thirty, but it would be several years before 
others would believe she was that old.

        She turned profile and stared at the woman in the mirror. "Well 
maybe," she thought, "I look pretty good. At least Jim thinks I look good." 
She liked the way Jim made love to her.  He was her first real lover, well 
almost first. She liked being married to Jim, but she also liked other men 
looking at her. She had come to that conclusion a few years ago, when she and 
Jim had met Bob at the dance club. She didn't like to think about that too 
often. It wasn't that she hadn't enjoyed being the center of attention, but it 
embarrassed her to think she had lost control and done those 'other thing.' 
She certainly was not a slut and that one fling and the others spread out over 
a two-year time did not make her a slut. She knew she wasn't a slut. In fact 
when she married Jim she was practically a virgin.

        Karen went into the next room to see if the baby was still asleep. 
Really she wanted to get out of the bedroom and change the way her mind was 
drifting. Thoughts of sex were nice, but Jim wouldn't be home for two more 
days.

        She re-entered the bedroom with new resolve. The closet was next on 
her agenda. They shared a closet but she had most of it, including the top 
shelf with several boxes of personal memorabilia. It was those boxes that 
changed her plans for the afternoon. As she lifted down the first box the 
cover fell off. Along with the cover several pictures landed at her feet. 
Karen set the box down and herself as well. She grinned when she saw the 
picture of her and her mother at the beach. "Was I ever that skinny? And look 
at the size of my top. I'm surprised my mother let me wear that." That was the 
summer of her fifteenth year and the culmination of a very important part of 
her life.

        She settled back against the wall. Her mind drifted back to that 
spring 15 years ago. She had started her period at thirteen and started to 
develop as well. Her mother covered most of the sex questions honestly, but 
with the tag line of 'you'll understand more when you're married.' It was 
quite apparent that good girls didn't dress like sluts and didn't have sex 
until they were married. Karen understood that but strange things were 
happening to her body. At night she head taken sleeping with a pillow between 
her legs.

        That spring she had talked her mother into letting her buy a yellow 
print summer dress. It was actually too short and too bright for the 80's, 
appearing like something off the Brady Bunch. Karen wasn't even sure why she 
liked it. It just made her feel pretty and grown up and sexy. Her mother was 
concerned about the length and the thin material; a slip would certainly be 
necessary. She could hardly wait to wear it to school. The next morning she 
picked out a pair of thin white cotton panties and a bra. She should have worn 
a heavier lined bra. Her mother had bought her several since, even at fifteen 
her nipples were very noticeable, not dark like now but still very noticeable. 
Of course she didn't wear a slip like her mother advised. The weather was much 
too warm and she was much too grown up to wear a slip.

        As she walked up the school steps several of the older boys came over 
to talk to her. She enjoyed the attention and flattery. She was almost late to 
her first class. As she slipped in to the room as the bell was ringing, she 
hurriedly took the seat in the front row closest to the door. It was hard 
listening to her teach talk about American History. After all it was spring 
and she was wearing a very pretty new dress. Her mind wandered back to the 
boys outside; maybe they would talk to her again when the class was over. She 
was daydreaming and didn't hear Mr. Treacle ask her a question.

        She turned quickly to ask him to repeat the question and in so doing 
pulled her dress up to mid-thigh. There was a moment of silence and it 
appeared that Mr. Treacle could not remember the question. She saw his eyes 
looking at her, but they weren't looking at her eyes. It was at this exact 
moment that Karen grew up sexually. She spread her knees a little and watched 
as Mr. Treacle's face turned red. Now she understood why the boys had talked 
to her outside. 

        She spent the day experimenting with poses. Every teacher stared at 
provocative displays and several blushed. Every boy wanted to talk to her and 
tell her she looked great. It was around lunchtime that she made another 
momentous discovery. She enjoyed the attention and even more importantly it 
made her body tingle, especially the area between her legs. She wanted her 
pillow. The wetness should have surprised her, but somehow she knew it was 
part of her tingling feeling. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

        As Karen remembered those days fifteen years ago, she slipped her hand 
to her lap and started to rub the rapidly moistening pussy. The shorts were 
loose fitting and soon her hand made its way under the wide leg opening.  The 
thin material of her panties did little to block her fingers. As she shut her 
eyes and reveled in that first discovery of sexual pleasure her 
thirty-year-old pussy began to orgasm. The tremor that spread through her body 
was gentle and comforting. Karen opened her eyes and felt a brief moment of 
embarrassment.

        As she stood to place the box back on the shelf a picture fell out. 
She bent over and looked at the face of he young boy. Bill had been her boy 
friend that summer. She really loved bill he was like a soul mate. He had 
understood her feelings and desires. On the first date he had kissed her at 
the door, but soon the teenagers were spending more time in the car pursuing 
more pleasurable activities. 

        Karen had learned to masturbate with a pillow or sometimes in the 
bathtub, but she was a little reluctant to touch herself directly. It seemed 
kind of nasty. However, on her third date with Bill, as they sat in his car in 
front of her house, she learned that touching was not all that bad. 

        Bill was a good kisser. He used his tongue as a spear thrusting into 
her mouth. Karen liked that and cupped his face in her hands as he kissed her. 
She had let him touch her breasts, and he loved the way the nipples hardened 
against the palm of his hand. As her arousal started to increase Bill had the 
perfect response. He touched her thighs and pulled them gently apart. She knew 
what he wanted and she was willing to let him he do it. As she returned his 
tongue kisses she felt his hand slide up her leg to the crotch of her cotton 
panties. They were wet.  

        At first he was uncertain about what to do. He had never gotten this 
far before. As he gently touched the bulge in her panties, she raised her hips 
and groaned against his lips. He started to rub harder, but Karen took her 
hand and placed it over his until the motion matched the slow undulation of 
her hips. He took that as a good sign and slipped his fingers under the leg 
band until he felt the course texture of her pussy hairs. Her hand on top of 
his forced his fingers inward until they touched her open lips. She was wet, 
very wet. As his tongue fucked her open mouth she guided his fingers into her 
with a slow fucking motion. She pulled his other hand up to her top until it 
closed over her right breasts. And then she came. It was wonderful, almost 
earth shattering. She almost bit his tongue off as the waves spread through 
her body.

        As her body returned to normalcy she straightened her cloths and 
looked embarrassedly at Bill. Somehow she knew this was wrong, but she would 
never go back to being a 'good girl.' She got out of the car and ran to the 
door without looking back. She was only fifteen but felt like a grown up.

        As Karen stared at the picture in her hand, it seemed like only 
yesterday. Bill had been wonderful to her. She had liked him a lot. However it 
was Chris who changed her life. That summer. She had met him at the pool. He 
was eighteen and seemed like a man of the world. All the girls had liked him, 
so Karen was surprised when he asked her for a date. He didn't so much as ask 
as tell her they were going out to a movie.

        It was on that date that she learned that pleasure was a two way 
street. She had worn short shorts and a small halter-top. She had worn that 
outfit on purpose so Chris would be able to touch her like Bill had done.  She 
had gotten used to having her little pussy fingered. She could never do it at 
home, but on a date she held Bill's hand and gave herself satisfaction. She 
even wore sheer panties for her first date with Chris.

        After the movie Chris drove over to the marina and parked at the end 
of the parking lot away from the last of returning boaters. Karen loved Lake 
Michigan in the summer. She thought that Chris was really being romantic and 
as she cuddled up to him her pussy started to contract and moisten. He was a 
better kisser than Bill and his hands were more talented. As she lay against 
his chest he caressed her body as far as he could reach. She wanted to cum but 
she was in no hurry. This was a new kind of sensation. As Chris leaned back in 
the seat he took her hand and placed it on his lap. She felt his cock for the 
first time. She knew all about cocks but had never seen one up close, not even 
Bill's. 

        She was surprised when he unzipped his shorts. This was not what she 
had in mind. She wanted him to touch her down there. Her pussy needed to be 
touched. Instead he opened his shorts and saw it for the first time. She was 
surprised at how large it was. Chris took her right hand and guided it to his 
stiff cock. She closed her hand around it and was surprised at how anything 
this soft could look this hard. As he rubbed her shoulders he pushed her head 
lower until she was only an inch from the tip of it. 

        "Suck it." She heard the words and immediately thought he was crazy. 
She wasn't going to put that thing in her mouth. She might touch it, but she 
wasn't going to suck it. "Open your mouth. I promise I won't cum. Just suck it 
until it gets ready to cum."  She liked Chris, but wasn't sure that she could 
do this. 

        He pushed her head a little lower as her mouth opened; and then she 
was doing it. She was sucking Chris's cock. It wasn't as bad as she had 
thought. The veins felt a little funny against her tongue and the mushroom 
shaped top was weird. "Use your tongue." She let her mouth relax and licked as 
far down as she could go without gagging. Suddenly she felt Chris jerk and 
shove against the back of her head. The first warm squirt caught her unawares. 
She tried to rise up but Chris held her head down. The second shot was enough 
to fill her mouth and some started to leak out around her lips. As he let go 
of her head she jerked up and gave him an angry look. "Take me home. Now." 

        In bed that night she curled up against her pillow. She still had a 
taste in her mouth, but it wasn't as unpleasant as it had seemed an hour ago. 
As she closed her eyes she saw Chris' cock. She humped against the pillow with 
plans for the future. As the orgasm hit she closed her eyes and slept very 
soundly.

        The next day at school she avoided him. She was ashamed of what she 
had done. After all she was a good girl and good girls didn't suck cock or 
masturbate in their beds at night. There was no need for her to avoid Chris. 
He was done with her. In his eyes she was just another sophomore slut. It took 
Karen several days to come to the conclusion that he wouldn't be calling her 
for a date.

        She contented herself with her pillow and a memory. No matter how 
enjoyable the orgasm was, she could not do it again. Her mother may find out 
and that would really be embarrassing to both of them. The month of May was 
tough, getting ready for finals. Karen tried to put all thoughts of sex away, 
but she failed. Her body was already developed. Her breasts were small, firm 
and capped with light colored, large nipples. The hair around her pussy (she 
could never think of it as a cunt) was getting very thick and long. She had to 
shave it for her short shorts and swimwear. As the weather continued to warm 
her body betrayed her. Her nipples were almost visible through any dress and 
the dark patch of hair stayed visible and wet no matter what panties she wore. 


        She liked to tease her math teacher. During the last week of school 
she took to wearing short dresses and spreading her legs. He always looked. 
She liked the attention of the older man. It made her feel grown up and sexy. 
On Thursday she dressed special. She had gone to K mart and found a cheap pair 
of sheer panties. They weren't the nice cotton ones her mother bought. She 
hadn't planned on wearing them more than once. After her shower she slipped 
them on and then had second thoughts about wearing them. They were almost 
invisible. Maybe this was too much; after all she just wanted to tease the 
teacher a little. 

        After looking at the panties and then touching herself she slipped her 
short yellow dress over her head. She purposely had left off her bra. As she 
headed off to school she said good bye to her mother while clutching her books 
to her chest. Her mother would have noticed the missing bra. If she got 
excited, everyone would notice the absence of a bra. She felt grown up and 
wicked and a little nervous.

        In math class she sat right in the front row. Perhaps her choice of 
seats had not been the best. She was directly in front of the air conditioning 
vent. Her nipples responded and so did Mr. Treacle. She saw the tent in his 
pants as he handed out the final exam. As the class started writing out their 
tests, Mr.Treacle went back to his desk and sat down. He was old, at least 30 
she thought. As he leaned back in his chair, she spread her legs. The light 
from the windows was bright enough that she was clearly visible. Mr. Treacle 
had to clear his throat to keep from choking. The panties did not hide the 
damp pussy underneath. Karen knew that, and now the teacher knew it as well.   
  

        As the bell rang the teacher stood to collect the tests from the 
exiting students. He had stared at Karen's pussy for 55 minutes and they both 
knew it. Karen wanted to go home and masturbate and so did Mr. Treacle. 
However, as she stood up to hand in her test, she let the rest of the students 
leave. "I hope I did well, I really need a good grade." 

        "I'm sure you did well. You're a very smart girl." She saw him 
hesitate and start to turn away, but instead he added, "If you want to really 
know how well you did, stop by the office in a half hour and I'll grade your 
test first." 

        Karen was a little confused and embarrassed about her feelings. She 
had just spent an hour showing her pussy to an older man, and now she was 
going to go see him in his office. She just had to touch herself. She went to 
the Girls Room and closed the stall door. Her panties were soaked. She reached 
her hand down, but couldn't bring herself to touch her own cunt. She wished 
she had her pillow. The panties were almost as wet as if she had peed on them. 
The cheap fabric and become uncomfortable, so she did the only logical thing 
she could do. She took them off and dropped them in the waist basket as she 
left to go see Mr. Treacle in his office. 

        When she entered the math teacher's office she was wearing nothing but 
a short, thin cotton dress and a pair of sandals. She knew she shouldn't be 
there but she was extremely curious and Mr. Treacle was very nice for an older 
man. She would just go in and see her grades, then leave. The teacher greeted 
her warmly but left the room to go answer a phone call. While he was gone 
Karen leaned over the desk and tried to read the grade book. It was hard to 
read upside down and she was so absorbed that she didn't hear her teacher come 
back into the room. 

        In that unfortunate position, bent over the desk, her entire bottom, 
including her uncovered pussy was on display to whomever was entering the 
room. Her teacher stood silently for awhile. He had taught for five years, but 
had never been confronted with a naked fifteen-year-old pussy. He responded 
quite stiffly and then cleared his throat. Karen was a smart girl as she 
straightened up she saw his hard cock and realized that her bent over position 
had caused it. They both blushed.

        Her test scores were near the top of the class and she knew they would 
be. She just wanted a few more minutes of attention from him. As she sat down 
to listen to his review of her test, she raised her skirt hem to mid thigh. 
They both knew that another few inches would reveal her pussy. He tried to 
think of anything else besides the two nipples pressed against her dress or 
the naked pussy just a few feet from him.       

        " Why are you showing me your pussy."

        " I'm sorry, I didn't realize." She pulled her dress down to her 
knees. She looked up at him and she knew that he didn't believe her. "I'm 
sorry, I was just trying to tease you a little." She looked back down and 
avoided his eyes.

        "Karen, you're a very pretty girl and I rally like looking at you, but 
you'd better go home now."

        Karen knew that he was right, but she didn't want to leave. In a very 
soft voice, almost imperceptible, she said what was really on her mind, " I 
want to suck you." She really wanted him to look at and touch her pussy; she 
wanted him to make her cum; but she knew boys and knew she would have better 
luck it she offered to suck him.

        There was a long moment of silence. When she finally looked up and let 
him stare into her bright green eyes, she knew that she was going to let him. 
She also knew that he would help her cum. He unzipped his pants as he stood in 
front of her. His cock looked large, even though it was only 7 inches long. 
She leaned forward and for the first time sucked a man's cock. The mushroom 
head brushed against her teeth. She wanted to please him by taking more into 
her mouth. He looked down into her angelic face surrounded by her 
short-cropped hair. She had half of it in her mouth and was sucking on it as 
if it were going to be taken away from her. The moment was too much, he came. 

        Karen felt the first spasm and took her mouth away from his stiff 
cock. The hard erupting sperm splattered against her forehead. The second 
almost made her mouth covering her top lip. She looked up and smiled as the 
third spurt covered her extended tongue. Mr.Treacle's eyes were closed as she 
took his softening cock back into her mouth. She was happy because she made 
him happy.
        
        When he opened his eyes he smiled at her and took her hand. He had her 
stand in front of him as he pulled the dress over her head. She was ashamed of 
the way she looked. She wanted to make him happy and her breasts were so 
small. Her pussy hair was dark and she thought she smelled a little from 
excitement. Mr. Treacle sat her on the desk completely nude; then bent down to 
take a very hard and long nipple into his mouth. He sucked her nipple just as 
she had sucked his cock. It was the first time that any one had done this, and 
even in her young mind she knew that she wanted this to last forever.

        She took his hand and lowered to the juncture between her thighs. She 
wanted to cum. She wanted him to make her cum. He switched to her other breast 
as she forced his fingers into her virginal cunt. Her hand on his guided the 
fingers into the wetness. He needed little encouragement. However she liked 
the control she had as she set a pleasurable rhythm of in and out. She watched 
her hand guiding his and then looked over to see that his cock was hardening 
once again. 

        With one hand on his she reached towards his cock with the other. As 
hand and cock made contact he groaned. She groaned. His mouth would alternate 
between teasing just the nipple to fitting the whole breast in his mouth. She 
was close, she wanted to cum. She started jerking him off as he slipped 
another finger into her cunt. Somewhere along the way her pussy had become a 
cunt and she had become a fifteen-year-old slut. As he fucked her with his 
hand she pressed back into him. The harder he fucked her with his fingers, the 
harder she jerked on his cock. In one moment of maturity as the third finger 
entered her cunt she came. Not only did she cum, but he came for a second 
time. His aim was perfect. As the cuntal walls contracted in orgasm the outer 
lips were drenched with her teacher's sperm.

        Her departure from Mr. Treacle's office was embarrassing. She had 
acted like a slut, and she wasn't one. She could not deny the pleasure. It was 
her first grown up orgasm. A 30-year-old man had almost fucked her. She 
enjoyed every minute of it, but none the less she left the office with a 
guilty conscience. 

        Fifteen years later, Karen lay on her marriage bed and as her thoughts 
returned to the present she realized that she had her hands inside the waist 
band of her shorts. She needed Jim home now. She needed to be fucked. He was 
always gone when she needed sex. The memories were nice but did not replace 
Jim's cock. Oh well, he would be home on the weekend. She could wait; after 
all she wasn't a slut who needed more than her husband. She was a good mother 
and a good wife. She would just have to think of something else until Jim got 
back.

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