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The Video: A Loving Wife Story
by tonytony3 (C)
I produce TV commercials here in Boston. That's hard enough way to make a 
living -- some actors are impossible! To prove I'm masochistic, my hobby is 
running an Actor's Workshop. I just like acting, and working with actor 
wannabe's. There's real talent out there.

Among those with talent was Jayne. She came to the workshop as something of 
a wild woman, this soft spoken fourth grade teacher from the South Shore. 
She had no inhibitions at all. That she held nothing back showed when she 
did scenes in the workshop, and the way she related to her boyfriends -- a 
different one each time, it seemed -- when they came to watch. I found her 
compelling, lovely, and soon enough, someone I had to have. I wonder if it 
was because of the competition? She had lots of boyfriends.

I got lucky. Pretty soon dating evolved into an exclusive relationship, then 
we lived together, and finally we got married. For the past 3 years, she's 
been mine. She explained away her early promiscuity easily: "I was looking 
for you, Bill, it just took a while for you to find me." She stopped 
attending the Workshop. "I found what I was looking for there," she told me: 
"You! Besides, dear man, I get 100 percent of you at home, I don't have to 
share you the way I did at the Workshop."

Of course she's sexy - being uninhibited does that. She's open about her 
earlier life, too, so we like using her earlier experiences to augment our 
own lovemaking. For instance, she uses lots of baby oil during sex. With 
enough oil it's hard to tell where one body ends and the other begins. She 
enjoyed telling me she was introduced to baby oil by John, an old boyfriend. 
Thanks, John.

She's as good at oral sex as any woman I had known. She'll position herself 
with her head on my thighs, so she's facing me, with my penis right in front 
of her. When she takes me, she's careful to not to obstruct my view. When 
she moves to the side she'll push her hair over her shoulder so I could see, 
watching her while she looks at me, watching her eyes glisten while her lips 
and tongue do their magic. Pete, another old boyfriend, told her men like to 
see as well as feel what's happening. Pete was right, and it played right 
into one of Jayne's real turn-ons, having an audience, even if it was an 
audience of one.

I remember the first time I had anal sex with her: "My old boyfriend Larry's 
cock was a lot thinner than yours, honey, he was the only man I was 
comfortable with doing this, but I'll do it with you, too." We had to use 
John's baby oil, and even then the ring of her sphincter was tight.. "Larry 
didn't cause hemorrhoids like you do, we can't do that too often," she told 
me later.

And backrubs -- oh, god, are they sexy! She knows just how to touch and 
tease me. "You men are all alike," she'd say as I'd feel fingers, then her 
hair, and then her lips brush along my lower back, and between my buttocks. 
I remember the first time she did that, kneeling between my legs, leaning 
over my back, touching me, teasing me. I remember how she slipped a hand 
under me, fondling me, while I felt the sensations of her lips back there, 
moving toward my anus. "Joe liked to feel my lips right here," she said, 
demonstrating what Joe liked while she stroked me. She made me ejaculate 
into the bed! After that she taught me that having an exhausted penis was 
not an excuse for not having sex. "Sometimes my old boyfriend Harry came too 
quickly, so what I asked him to do was. . ." and she'd show me just what she 
asked for.

Oh, I was creative, too. People watching us in the water on one of lower 
Cape Cod's beach might have thought I was just hugging her from behind, but 
if they'd have been closer they'd have seen the arch of her back, and would 
have known it was her vagina hugging my cock instead. "Sex in public, even 
if the audience doesn't know what's happening, is wonderful," she told me.

We learned how I could masturbate her while we were at a movie, or a 
theater. A coat over her lap and a fairly full skirt work best. If the 
theater was dark, she'd pull the coat away. "It's more exciting that way."

Fucking on the foredeck of my sailboat in the moonlight when we anchored in 
the lee of Chastity Island -- could there be a better place to do that? --in 
Narragansett Bay was new to her, and I showed her how timing our motions 
just right could make the halyards slap against the mast. The noise was loud 
enough, I told her, to make people on the other boats wonder why we were 
rocking in someone's wake while their boats, only far enough away to allow 
for tide and wind swings on our anchor, were dead calm. A voyeur or two, or 
three, she knew, could be enjoying the show. "My old girlfriend Barbara 
liked to do that," I told her, trying for a bit of one-upsmanship. It wasn't 
the one-upsmanship that did it, but knowing she might be being watched that 
drove her nuts, and made her noisy when she orgasmed. "Maybe they'll think 
whales have come up the Bay," I once said, "not that you sounded much like a 
whale. More like a donkey," then I had to duck as she swung at me.

It was a happy relationship.

I thought I knew all about Jayne and her thirty-six other lovers. She never 
hesitated to tell me anything I asked about, and sometimes slipped comments 
in while we were fucking just to get me excited -- sort of making me feel 
cuckolded in a way, I guess. It worked.

It was after casual sex one night (yeah, sometimes it was just that) that a 
question just popped out of my mouth -- "Hey Jayne, did you ever have sex 
with a woman?"

"Not me, Bill. I always wanted my partners to come equipped with a 
kickstand."

"What about, did you and any of your boyfriends ever swap off, go to a swing 
club, anything like that?"

"No, honey, of course not. I think I could keep a man satisfied all by 
myself, I didn't want my lovers interested in other women if they were 
dating me."

"I can understand that. What about, uh, with more than one guy?"

"You know I had lots of boyfriends. Oh, do you mean in the same day?"

"I mean, what about more than one guy at the same time?"

"Oh oh, I'm gonna get embarrassed. Yeah," she said, "that happened."

This was something new! "Hey, tell me about that!"

"OK. It really was kind of kinky. It happened when I was dating Larry. I was 
pretty serious about Larry, I was even thinking of proposing to him if he 
didn't ask me to marry him pretty soon. There was this time when his buddy 
Ed was having his twenty-fifth birthday. Ed was a real sweetheart of a guy. 
He liked to play lots of sports, and even though he wasn't married he 
coached kid's soccer. Larry wanted to give him something special, like gift 
certificates to get his car washed for a year, or tickets to a Patriots 
game, things like that. We were talking one night after we had really hot 
sex, and Larry was saying how Ed broke up with his girl friend Jean, and 
probably wouldn't even have a date or sex on his birthday. Larry said he was 
sure, even when Ed was screwing Jean it wasn't anything like as good as we 
had."

"I asked him how he knew Jean wasn't good at sex, and he said Ed told him 
that."

"'I hope you don't talk about having sex with me the way Ed told you about 
Jean,' I said."

"'I did tell Ed you're the best a guy could have,' he told me. I said, 'You 
talked about having sex with me? That's awful.' I told him I got mad at him, 
that he shouldn't do that."

"He said he was sorry, but I was really sexy and he was proud of that. He 
felt worse because poor Ed doesn't even have a girl friend now. You know how 
sometimes I talk without thinking it though? I said 'Well, how about if I be 
his girlfriend that night?' You gotta remember I wanted Larry to feel 
possessive, I wanted him to want me all for himself."

"Larry just looked at me. 'Are you serious?' he asked me, 'because that 
would be something he'd never forget.'"

"That wasn't the reaction I wanted. I thought about it for a couple of 
seconds, and then told Larry -- I really did want him to react differently 
than that -- 'Yeah, I could be his birthday present for that night.'"

"You actually said that?"

"I did because I was wanted to get him jealous and feeling possessive, but 
instead he jumped on that idea."

"Larry acted like being exclusive wasn't very special. Then I thought, 
what's one night? -- just a fling? I decided that might be fun, I had been 
with Larry for six months, and maybe it would make Larry want me all for 
himself, too. What's the harm? So I said sure I would."

"What happened?"

"Larry went nuts. I thought we were done with sex that night, but he got 
hard again, and we did it again, and he was so excited about what I said I 
thought he was gonna burst."

"Tell me more."

"He wanted to figure out how to do it. He thought I should knock on Ed's 
door like I was a singing telegram girl or something, but I wanted Larry 
there, too, to be jealous."

"Woman, I want details!"

"Pervert."

"Damned right. What happened?"

"Well, we figured out what to do. We invited Ed to Larry's apartment on his 
birthday, and we had some drinks and stuff. We told Ed he was the designated 
drinker, and he'd have to spend the night on the pull out sofa in the living 
room. After a while Larry opened that up, and the three of us were sitting 
on the sofa bed, you know, against the backrest, with our feet out in front 
of us, we were watching HBO or something. Ed was having a great time, he got 
really cute when he had a couple of drinks.. He said it was a great 
birthday, and Larry told him it was going to get better. What happened is I 
figured out a sexy way to do what we planned. So, Larry got off the sofa, 
and took out a package for Ed. 'Here's the best part of your birthday 
present, Jayne's going to give it to you,' he told him. Ed looked at me, and 
I told him to open the package.

"It was a baby doll teddy nightgown ensemble. Ed got really mad. He said 
'You know I don't have anyone to wear this, and I'm sure as hell not going 
to put it on,' and Larry said, 'that's not the plan. ''Well, what is your 
fucking plan?' Ed yelled.

"I took the outfit from Ed, and said 'I thought I should wear it for you 
since Jean won't.'"

"'You?', he said, and I told him sure, unless he didn't want me to, but he 
said he couldn't wait!"

"So I took the outfit and went into the bathroom and changed. Remember that 
rose colored frilly and lacy one I have, with those cute little bikini 
panties? That one."

I knew the one: it didn't hide much.

"So," she continued, "I put on more perfume here and there, and took a deep 
breath, and went out. They were both sort of sitting on the opened sofa, 
like you'd sit on a bed against the headboard. Larry patted the sofa between 
the two of them,, and I crawled up there, so we were all sitting there like 
that for a while. Larry said I looked nice -- it was weird, I was glad the 
room was dim because I felt almost naked, and the two guys were wearing 
everything but their shoes."

"What happened?"

"Pretty much what you'd expect."

"That's not good enough, woman. Give me details."

"OK, quasi-voyeur-pervert-husband. Larry told me to give Ed a happy birthday 
kiss, and I did. Larry was watching, and Ed was really uncomfortable. He 
just wasn't sure of himself. Larry said, 'break the ice with him, Jayne, you 
can do better than that.' I told Ed 'I like to kiss this way,' and grabbed 
him and gave him a real kiss."

"What kind of a real kiss?"

Jayne turned to me, grabbed my face in both of her hands, and planted a big 
wide-open mouth tongue lashing kiss on me. "That kind."

"Oh shit," I said, "you were really into it, huh?"

"Yeah. Remember, I wanted a jealous reaction from Larry, too."

"That should have gotten one. And then?"

"Oh, Ed kissed back. Pretty soon Ed and I were lying down beside each other, 
there was lots of kissing and hugging and stuff was going on. Ed had his 
arms around me, and Larry was sitting up, watching us."

"After a while Larry said, 'Hey Jayne, if Ed's as horny as I think he is, 
maybe you should give his cock some breathing room.' Larry asked Ed if that 
was alright with him, and Ed just hugged me tighter."

"So I fumbled around and got his belt open, and Ed reached down and opened 
his waistband, and then Larry -- he was behind me -- took my wrist and 
pushed my hand down there. "Go ahead, reach in, touch him, Jayne.'"

"Did you, uh. . "

"Sure, I reached into his boxer shorts, and I found out for real how horny 
he was, and how big he was -- thicker than Larry, I thought, and maybe 
longer. I said 'Ed feels really nice, Larry. I think he likes having me 
touch him.'"

"God, that's sexy. What was Larry doing?"

"Oh, he was sitting there, watching. He said he was enjoying the show."

I was painfully horny by then. "What happened next?"

"Ed kind of pushed me on my back, although I still had my hand in his pants, 
and he started licking at my neck, and pretty soon he was sucking my breast 
though the teddy. He was being really sexy, not too pushy. When we started 
it was more like a game or something, but when he was kissing my neck and 
breast, I started getting pretty hot. I got his fly down, so I was doing a 
pretty good hand job on him, too. Larry was loving every minute of it."

"But what I thought was one of the most erotic parts happened next. Larry 
said to Ed to hold off a minute, so Ed kind of leaned back, sort of holding 
his head up on his arm."

"That doesn't sound sexy."

"No, but then Larry said 'You gotta get those panties off.' I bridged a 
little bit and I pushed them down to my knees, then I lifted my legs and 
kicked them off. 'There's the rest of your present, Ed,' he said. 'Go on, 
touch her.' You know how I am, how horny and wet I get, even if no one is 
touching me. Well, that's how I was then. I thought Ed'd go crazy the way 
you did when you found that out about me. I'll never forget how that felt, 
how gentle his hand was, and then he said 'It's like touching warm oily 
velvet, it's wonderful'. He sat up, and his fingers went to work on me. He 
drove me crazy. Anyhow, somehow we got his pants and shirt off, and he was 
laying there with his boxer shorts on, and he wanted to have sex right then. 
Larry told him to wait, and asked me to do my bed dancing thing."

"You mean you did that with Ed?" I asked. I knew just what she meant.

"Yeah, I did. I pulled my teddy off, and got on him, sort of sitting on his 
belly, you know how I do that, so when I leaned over he could pull my 
breasts to his mouth."

"Show me, do that to me."

She straddled me. I could feel the warmth of her crotch on my belly, and she 
leaned down so her nipples were right where I could taste them, moving from 
one to the other.

"Did he do this, too?"

"Sure, he liked that a lot," she said. Who wouldn't?

"Did you do the other thing, the other part of bed dancing?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Do the other thing to me." I knew what was coming, she liked to do it, but 
never like this, never after we had sex, it was always foreplay.

I had my hands on her hips, and helped her as she lifted up, so she was 
sitting straight up, still over my belly.

"Are you sure you want this? We just had sex."

I was so erect it was incredible. "Yes, I'm sure, do to me what you did to 
Ed."

She put her hands behind her head, breasts thrust out, and began moving 
rhythmically, down, then up, but always more up than down, her crotch 
sliding on me, back and forth, but always ending a little higher up, sort of 
walking up on her knees, until she was at my chest.

She reached over my head, and supported herself on our bed's headboard, and 
moved up a little more, her pubic hair just under my chin.

"You just came in me, honey," she reminded me, but I knew that. I pulled at 
her hips, and then she moved first one leg, then the other, up over my head, 
and lowered herself on me. I had my hands around her legs, and was holding 
her open, and for the first time in my life I had my tongue in her just 
after we had sex.

She was full of her own juices, and mine, and excited, and she said "that's 
what Ed did, just like that," while she held onto the headboard, arching her 
back, legs spreading, and moving on my face, on my tongue, the way she 
usually did on my penis, then pushed down hard on my face, and orgasmed.

And me, I wasn't being touched, my cock was just out there in the air, erect 
even after being well fucked. I felt myself throb once, twice, and I felt 
myself pumping, losing a dribble more, with nothing but mental stimulus. 
Well, there was taste and sound, too.

She collapsed beside me, panting. "I was such a wild woman then, it's hard 
to believe I did that."

She wasn't the only one puffing. Of all of the sex we'd had, of all the 
stories we told each other, that one was the ultimate.

"That was really something, what you did with Ed," I said, cuddling close to 
her.

"Yeah, I never had foreplay like that before, it was incredible."

"Huh! Foreplay? That was foreplay?"

"Yeah, of course, that was foreplay. I mean, I had an orgasm doing that, but 
Ed and Larry weren't nearly done."

"Don't tease me, tell me what happened!"

"Just like now, I came, and sort of fell off Ed like I just came off you, 
and was there beside him. Well, Larry moved down on the sofa bed too, so I 
was between the two of them. Larry sort of sat and pulled off his shirt and 
got his belt and pants loose, and pushed them down. He was still my 
boyfriend, and I wanted to please him. He was really hot. Larry pulled me 
toward him, he said 'Kiss me like you kissed Ed,' so I did, and while I was 
turned toward him, I felt Ed moving around. Then Ed reached around me from 
the back, and began caressing my breasts. I could feel his body against me, 
and I could feel he got his shorts off, too. 'I want the rest of my birthday 
present,' he told me, or maybe he was telling Larry. Anyhow, Larry broke our 
kiss, and sort of pushed me on my back between the two of them. He put a 
hand on the inside of my knee, and pulled at my leg. 'Open up for Ed,' he 
told me."

"Eddie got on me, and Larry was watching when Ed, well, when he, he, well, 
when I helped him, his cock, get in me."

I was panting myself by then. "Tell me about that."

"Larry sort of sat up against the sofa back like when we were watching TV, 
and he was holding his cock in his hand. I was a little further down on the 
sofa bed, and when Ed got on me, Larry could see between the two of us, and 
he saw me guide Ed into me. Ed was being very gentle, very sweet, when he 
was in me, not like his whole purpose in life was to get off in me. He was 
much nicer, kinder I guess, than Larry usually was, it was more like making 
love than me just being a sex toy. Larry couldn't stop watching."

"I knew Ed wasn't going to last long, and sure enough he told me he couldn't 
hold back, almost like he was sorry he couldn't. I told him to just let go, 
and he started to come right away. Larry sort of rolled toward me, he tried 
to get me to take him in my mouth, he wanted to get oral sex while Ed was, 
was, well, fucking me, but I didn't want that. I did stroke him, and he came 
too. Both of them were too excited to have much control, I guess. I started 
to feel really used and cheap, not towards Ed, but because of the way Larry 
was acting. I guess that's just what I was -- used, and cheap."

"Well, you thought you has something special going with Larry, and you were 
trying to please him -- there was no reason to feel cheap. What happened 
then?"

"I guess we all fell asleep. I felt Ed wake up in the middle of the night. 
He knew I was awake, too, and he gave me the sweetest kiss, and thanked me 
for a wonderful birthday. Then he got out of bed and got dressed and went 
home. Later, when Larry woke up, he was mad the Ed had gone. He kept talking 
about what he wanted me to do with the both of them, and what should happen 
next time, how I should act, and what I should do. I mean, he wanted oral 
and anal and everything in between. I didn't want a next time, and I told 
him so. About a week later Larry told me he had a couple of guys coming to 
his place, and he wanted me to do that stuff again with them. When I said no 
we had a fight. That was the last of Larry for me."



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