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Jeanne stood up, walked over to the dresser and opened her purse. “What are you doing?” Ignoring my question, Jeanne said, “Turn on your computer.” “Okay.” I got up, walked over to the desk and switched on my computer. As the computer was booting up Jeanne joined me. I noticed that she was holding the small cloth tape measure that she always carried in her purse. I smiled. “Are you going to measure me?” “Damn right I am. It’s the only way you’ll know for sure.” “Okay.” “Sit down in the chair.” “Why?” “Don’t argue, just do it.” Laughing, I said, “All right.” I sat down in the desk chair. After setting the tape measure on the desk, Jeanne knelt between my legs and picked up my stiffening cock. Holding it with both of her hands, she said, “I want you really hard for this.” Realizing what she was doing, I nodded. Jeanne slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me. Once again it was wonderful. After about a minute of pure ecstasy, Jeanne sat back and looked up at me. “That got you nice and hard, didn’t it.” “Yes it did.” We were both grinning. Picking up her tape measure, Jeanne said, “Now sit still.” I watched as she carefully measured the length of my erect penis. After a moment she looked up at me and said, “Six and one quarter inches.” I nodded. Jeanne then used the cloth tape to measure the circumference of my cock. When she was finished she stood up and said. “Four and three quarter inches.” She set her tape back on the desk and said, “Now, I want you to Google, ‘The average length of an adult male penis’.” “Do you really think we’ll find something?” “Sweetie, this is the Internet. These days you can find anything.” “Yeah, okay.” “I’ll also bet that this is a popular search.” Chuckling, I said, “You’re probably right.” I typed in the search. We got ten pages of results. Jeanne said, “Isn’t the Internet wonderful?” We both laughed. I opened one of the web sites. We started reading. We learned that early studies had reported the average length of a penis as about six and a half inches. Researchers had recently decided that those figures were skewed because the men were allowed to do their own measuring and they had a tendency to round their results upward. Current studies based on more accurate data reported an average penis length of about five and one half inches and an average circumference of about four and a quarter inches. As we were reading, Jeanne started giggling. I looked at her and asked, “What’s so funny?” Still giggling, Jeanne said, “I want to get a job as a penis measurer.” We both burst out laughing. We looked at four other web sites. They all reported the same information. The web sites all also stated that penis size was a much bigger issue for men than it was for women. As I shut my computer off, Jeanne said, “So, you’re cock is just a little larger than average. I happen to think that it’s the perfect size. Do you believe me now?” Smiling, I said, “Yes I do.” “Wanna start fucking again?” “Yes, please.” “Would you be willing to give me a little warm up with your tongue first?” “I’d love to do that.” Jeanne hopped on to the bed and spread her legs. “Come on, sailor, let’s have some fun.” I lay down between my wife’s legs. As I kissed her already sopping pussy, I once again realized that despite all the insecurity her new life style had created for me, I had to admit that really did like the new Jeanne. As I kissed and licked my wife’s cunt, she became increasingly wet and slippery. I smiled. It really was fun being married to a woman who loved sex. In the past, the old Jeanne had occasionally allowed me to go down on her. It was rare, but it did happen. Usually it was after a romantic dinner that included several cocktails and a bottle of wine. Even then, even after her inhibitions had been eased by alcohol, she still rarely produced much natural moisture. Now, Jeanne gushed like a trollop and I loved it. I buried my face in Jeanne’s cunt and reveled in her wetness. I tried to coat my my lips, my nose, my cheeks and my chin with it. Above me, Jeanne started giggling. That excited me even more. She was actually enjoying what I was doing. I pushed my tongue into her opening. She was still stretched and loose from our previous coupling. I fucked her with my tongue. Still giggling, Jeanne began gyrating her hips. My already rampant excitement mushroomed. I started licking the full length of her cunt. Above me, Jeanne snickered and said, “Michael, you nasty devil. I love this.” That excited me even more. I found her clit, sucked it into my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue. At the same time, I pushed a finger into her cunt and started fucking her with it. Jeanne screamed, “Michael, that feels fucking amazing.” Madly gyrating her hips, she grabbed my head and held my face tightly against her clit. I kept sucking it and flicking it with my tongue while I finger fucked her at the same time. Suddenly, I felt her muscles tense and then, still holding my face pressed to her engorged clit, she screamed and started to shake. Her hands tightened their grip on my head. For a moment, I feared that she might crush me, but then her iron grip eased. Several seconds passed. Finally, Jeanne let go of my head and melted into the bed. I pulled myself up so that I was lying next to her and gently stroked her hair. After moment, she smiled at me and then she started to giggle. I said, “What?” Jeanne grinned at me. “Michael, you don’t ever have to worry about being an inadequate lover. Baby, that was magnificent.” I beamed with pride. Jeanne popped up. “Come on, lie back. I want to keep going.” Still grinning, I said, “Okay.” I lay back on the pillows. Jeanne moved down the bed. My cock was sticking straight up. Resting her arm on my stomach, she wrapped the fingers of her other hand around my stiff shaft and began slowly stroking it. At the same time, she said, “Michael, you have a beautiful cock. I’m madly in love with it. It will always be my favorite.” Leaning forward, she kissed it and then she parted her lips, took the head into her mouth and started sucking me. “Jeanne, that feels wonderful.” She stopped and sat up. “Do you like that?” “Very much.” “When you come home, I’ll do it for you every day for the rest of our lives.” “Even when we’re old and wrinkly?” “Even when we’re old and wrinkly.” We both laughed, and then Jeanne put my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me in earnest. It was wonderful. The new Jeanne knew how to give a great almanbahis şikayet blow job. I smiled. Twelve guys in the parking lot at Brady’s Saloon. She’d definitely been practicing. And then I realized something. It didn’t bother me. I wasn’t jealous. All she was doing was having fun, and I had to admit that this really was fun. I closed my eyes and imagined Jeanne and a strange man together in the back seat of his car. It would be a luxury sedan, maybe a Mercedes Benz or a Lexus. They were making out. Jeanne’s blouse was unbuttoned and her brassiere was unfastened. The man was fondling her exposed breasts. Jeanne unbuckled the man’s belt, pulled down his zipper, opened his suit pants and took out his cock. He was hard. She leaned down, slipped it into her mouth and started sucking him just like she was sucking me. Suddenly, I heard Jeanne giggling and then I realized that she’d stopped sucking my cock. I opened my eyes. She was looking at me. “Michael, what were you just thinking about? Baby, I’ve never seen your cock this hard.” Feeling a little embarrassed, I said, “Nothing, I was just enjoying what you were…” I stopped myself in mid sentence. I was expecting Jeanne to tell me the truth. She had every right to expect the same honesty from me. Still a little embarrassed about admitting what I’d really been thinking, I quietly said, “I was imagining you giving a guy a blow job in the back seat of his car in the parking lot behind Brady’s Saloon.” Jeanne stared at me. After a moment she asked, “And that’s what got you so excited?” Suddenly overwhelmed with shame, I shrugged and looked away. Quickly grasping the stress this admission was causing me, Jeanne said, “Baby, I’m not judging you or criticizing you. I’m really not. In fact, I think it’s unbelievably hot and kinky. I love it.” Jeanne was still holding my cock, but the nervous tension I’d just felt was causing me to lose my erection. Realizing it, Jeanne bent over and sucked me again. Relieved by her reaction, I relaxed. My cock stiffened immediately. As soon as I was hard again, Jeanne pulled herself up and straddled my hips. Grinning at me she said, “Wanna tell me about it while we fuck?” Laughing, I answered, “Isn’t that kind of kinky?” With a glint in her eyes, Jeanne said, “Damn right, big boy.” And then she lowered herself onto my cock. She was so wet that I slipped right into her. When the old Jeanne and I had sex, she usually had to use a commercial lubricant. The new Jeanne didn’t need that. As soon as I was all the way inside her, Jeanne leaned forward and started rubbing my nipples with her fingertips. “Michael, play with my tits while we fuck.” I reached up with both hands and began massaging Jeanne’s breasts. She smiled. “I love it when a guy plays with my tits.” “You have beautiful tits. I’ll bet they all enjoy playing with them.” “They do. Is that okay? Is it all right that I let other men play with my tits?” Remembering my conversation with Charles Montgomery, I said, “You enjoy it. You just told me that.” “Yes, I do.” “Then it’s all right. I love you. I want you to enjoy yourself.” “Does it excite you, Michael? Does it excite you when you think about other men playing with my tits?” “It does right now.” “Because you’re aroused.” “Yes.” Grinning at me, Jeanne said, “Then I guess I’ll have to keep you perpetually aroused.” I laughed. “That could be fun.” “I think so, too.” Up to this point, Jeanne had just been sitting on my cock. Now she started to rock back and forth. She moved slowly, rhythmically. I remembered her comment that sex and dancing were closely related. She was dancing with me. I liked it. “Tell me what you were thinking about a moment ago. You know, while I was sucking your cock.” It seemed like I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. Jeanne had become so free and open about sex that I felt like I could reveal even my deepest and most secret fantasies to her. I was also incredibly aroused. My gorgeous wife of twenty-seven years had just sucked my cock. Now she was on top of me; slowly fucking me while she played with my nipples and I fondled her big beautiful breasts. At that moment, talking about a kinky fantasy seemed like one more tantalizing spice. Still, it was a little scary. I was the product of years of social conditioning. A proper husband wasn’t supposed to get excited when he imagined his wife sucking another man’s cock. I immediately understood. This was exactly what Jeanne was trying to explain to me. Just because people tell you something is wrong doesn’t make it wrong. As long as no one is getting hurt, we all have the right and even the obligation to live by our own moral code. When Jeanne sucked a guy off in the parking lot behind Brady’s Saloon, she wasn’t hurting anybody, and when I got excited imagining her doing it, I wasn’t hurting anyone either. I’m a voyeur. I’ve known that for years. I love watching adult movies. A lot of other people do, too. The adult film industry is huge. This is just another form of voyeurism. Suddenly, I was not only willing to tell Jeanne what I’d been imagining, I wanted to tell her. Excited, I said, “I was imagining you were with a man you’d just met in Brady’s Saloon. The two of you were in the back seat of his car.” Still slowly rocking back and forth on my cock, Jeanne said, “It was parked in a dark corner of the parking lot, a place where no one would see us.” “It was a big sedan.” “It was a Buick, a large black Buick with a spacious back seat. What did the man look like?” “He was a little younger than me, maybe forty or forty-one.” “Was he handsome?” “Very; he was tall and fit, too. It was easy to see why you were attracted to him.” “I was. The moment I saw him in the bar I knew I wanted him. Tell me what we were doing in the back seat of his car.” “You were making out with him.” “Yes, I was. I love making out with guys.” “Your blouse was unbuttoned and your brassiere was unfastened.” “Was he playing with my tits?” “Yes.” “What was I doing?” “You were unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.” “I was eager to see his cock.” “Did he have a big cock?” “Not really. It wasn’t as big as yours, but it was still nice.” “How did you know that?” “Before we left for the parking lot, we made out in one of the back booths in the bar. I played with it while we made out.” “Tell me why you were eager to see his cock.” “I love cocks. I love looking at them, I love playing with them, I love sucking them and I love getting almanbahis canlı casino fucked by them. I’m a slut, Michael, you’re married to a slut. Is that okay? I hope it is, because I love being a slut.” “And it doesn’t hurt anybody else.” “Not even you? Does it hurt you, Michael?” “Sometimes, not as much as it did at first. Now, I’m starting to enjoy it.” “I’m glad. I want you to enjoy it. I want us to be able to enjoy it together.” “I’m a voyeur, Jeanne. I always have been.” “I know. You’ve always liked dirty movies. That used to bother me when I was a prude. It doesn’t anymore. Now, I’m glad you like them. Now, I want you to watch them. I want you to watch them and imagine that I’m the woman in the movie.” “And you’re sucking another man’s cock.” “Yes, I’m sucking another man’s cock.” During this exchange, Jeanne had gradually been increasing the tempo of her movement. Now she was rocking back and forth on my cock with relentless abandon. I let go of her breasts, slid my hands down to her rear and started bucking my hips in time with her rocking. Jeanne cried, “Yes, Michael, that’s what I want. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” She let go of my nipples and started massaging her clit with the fingers of both of her hands. We forgot about fantasies and talking and concentrated all of our attention on fucking. I felt the familiar warm glow building in my loins. Suddenly, Jeanne’s body stiffened and then she arched her back and cried, “I’m cumming!” As her body started to shake, the first spurt of my semen erupted into Jeanne’s cunt. We were both consumed by a storm of orgasmic ecstasy. The storm raged for several seconds before it began to abate. Gradually we both relaxed. Leaning forward, Jeanne placed a hand on each side of my shoulders to support herself, and then she looked down at me and smiled. I grinned up at her. She giggled and said, “That was wonderful.” I nodded. “It really was.” “I love you, Michael.” “I love you too, Jeanne.” Jeanne lowered herself to my chest. She sighed as my softening cock slipped out of her cunt. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to me. She whispered, “I could spend the rest of my life right here in your arms.” “That would be okay with me.” We held each other for several minutes. Finally, Jeanne rolled off of me and said, “That was wonderful. I’m pretty sure that was the first time you and I ever orgasmed at the same time.” “I believe you’re right.” “It was fun.” “Yes, it was. Have you ever had a simultaneous orgasm with one of your other men?” Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, “Yes, I suppose that is a fair question. From now on I’ll have to be careful about how I phrase statements like that. No, Michael, I haven’t. You’re the only person I’ve ever orgasmed with simultaneously.” “It would have been okay if it had already happened with another man. It’s going to happen. It’s inevitable.” “Yes, I suppose it is. I cum a lot easier now than I used to.” “Yes, you do.” “Is that okay? Does it bother you that I cum when I’m with other men?” “No, not at all. In fact I’m glad you do. I love you, I want you to enjoy yourself.” “That’s the second time you’ve said that tonight. It’s an interesting position to take.” “Why? I do love you. I should want you to be happy.” “Yes, and while I am grateful that you feel that way, I don’t think it’s the position that most husbands would take.” “Most women your age don’t suddenly decide to become sluts.” I paused and then I quickly said, “Was it okay that I said that? I wasn’t trying to demean you.” “It was fine. I know you weren’t trying to demean me. I like the term. It makes me feel free. The people who view it as a pejorative are the same ugly judgmental people who preach the puritan dogma that kept me inhibited for most of my life.” Chuckling, I said, “My wife is a slut and I’m starting to like it.” “Really?” “Yeah, I think I am. It certainly has its benefits.” “What do you mean?” “Jeanne, I just had the best sex of my entire life. I never even imagined that it could be that good.” “It was fun, wasn’t it.” “Yes it was, and so what if you occasionally go out with another man. As long as you keep me well satisfied, it really doesn’t hurt me. Actually, I’m finding that it compliments my voyeurism.” “Baby, I will keep you well satisfied. I promise.” Jeanne giggled. “It will be a labor of love. I also promise to always tell you about my dates when I get home. That way you can enjoy them, too.” “I’d like that.” Jeanne was quiet. After a moment she said, “Michael?” “Yes.” “Since you seem to be adapting to all of this so well, do you think that maybe you might be able to come home a little earlier than you planned?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Jeanne, I’d like to do that, I really would; but I can’t risk it.” “Why not?” “I need time to get used to all of this. It’s much easier to accept your dating when I’m two thousand miles away. Jeanne, that evening you went out with Derek Fischer was the worst night of my life. Seeing you with your hair done, all made up and wearing a new dress and knowing it was for another man was excruciatingly painful. Watching him kiss you on our front lawn was awful, and then hearing that he’d taken you to the Kennsington Grill and you held his hand during dinner was unbearable.” “Michael, I’m so sorry I did those things. I was a thoughtless bitch. I’d give anything to be able to go back and change all of it.” “Jeanne, I wasn’t trying to drag all of that up again. We’ve discussed what happened that night. You apologized and made an effort to explain how it happened. I’ve accepted your apology and understand what happened. I only brought it up so that you can understand why I can’t come home right away.” “But Michael, I won’t make those same mistakes again. I promise.” “Jeanne, they really weren’t mistakes.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t you enjoy getting dressed up for a date? Isn’t that part of the fun. Earlier you told me that you love making out with guys. When you bring a guy home so you can entertain him in your play room, won’t you want to kiss him in our living room or maybe hold his hand? “On the evenings I have dates, I could get ready at Tricia’s apartment. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t have to bring my dates home. We could go to a motel. You wouldn’t see me until I came home. That could work couldn’t it?” “I thought about something like that, only I was the one who would leave. I could stay at a motel while you prepared for your almanbahis casino date and then entertained him at our house. I almost had myself convinced that it would work, but it wouldn’t.” “Why not?” “It makes dating inconvenient for you. Even if I’m the one who leaves. I know you. You’re a considerate person. Every time I have to leave, you’ll feel guilty that your inconveniencing me. Either way, whether you leave or I leave, I’m afraid you’ll start to limit the number of times you go out with other men. Jeanne, when I come home, you still have to be able to freely live your new life as a slut and I have to be able to fully accept what you’re doing. If you have to start limiting your behavior in order to appease me, I think it’s likely that you’ll start resenting me. If that happens, I fear that it will be the beginning of the end of our marriage.” Jeanne nodded. I continued. “Before I can come home, I have to reach a point where I can be comfortable watching television in the den while you entertain a man in your play room.” “Do you think you can reach that point?” “Before this weekend, I would have said probably not, but talking to you has helped. The wonderful sex is helping, too.” “Michael, I’m sorry. You should have been benefiting from my new attitude about sex long before I started dating.” “I know. We’ve discussed that, too. I understand why that didn’t happen and you’re doing a good job of taking care of that now.” “I’m trying, I really am. “Yes, you are.” “Michael, earlier tonight you told me that we can have more weekend get togethers like this one. Can we really do that?” “Of course we can. In fact, I think they’re essential. I also intend to create a new email address for your use only, and before you go home, I’ll give you my cell phone number. I now realize that we need to talk regularly.” “Thank you; not being able to communicate directly with you was awful.” “I’m sorry I had to cut off communication with you. I needed some time to heal.” “I’m sorry I hurt you.” “That’s over; now it’s time to start rebuilding our life together.” “Michael, I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to do that.” “I know, Jeanne, I want that too.” Jeanne kissed me and then she said, “Baby, it’s late, but I’d still like to play a little more. Do you have any energy left?” “I think I can get it up one more time, but I might need a little help from you and I definitely need a few more minutes to recuperate.” Jeanne reached down and gave my still limp penis a gentle squeeze. “I’d love to give you a hand and even a mouth. And Mr. Voyeur, while were waiting how about a Julia Ann movie. I’ve only seen pictures of her on the Internet. I’d love to see her in action.” “Really? You want to watch an adult movie with me? Are you turning into a voyeur, too?” “No, I’m a die hard slut. I prefer actually participating, but I like to do things with my favorite man. He likes to watch, so occasionally I’m going to watch with him.” Jeanne was grinning at me. Smiling at her, I stood up, got my laptop computer from the desk and set it up on the bed between us. As I was opening a Julia Ann movie, Jeanne said, “You’ve done this before.” I laughed. “You caught me.” We smiled at each other and then I started the movie playing. “Let’s try this one.” “Okay.” We watched. Julia Ann was straddling a dark haired man who was probably in his late thirties or early forties. She was wearing an elegant black dress. They were making out. I said, “I like this movie because the man is a little older. In some of her movies they do that cougar thing with younger guys. Those aren’t as appealing to me.” “I don’t think they’re making those movies for you, Michael.” “Probably not.” “I’m finding that I prefer men who are a little older.” “Have you dated some younger guys?” “Two; they were both in their early twenties.” “How did you meet them?” “I met one of them in a bar. I stopped for a cocktail with the secretaries after work. He was working as a student intern in one of the nearby law offices. Tricia lined me up with the other one. He’s a friend of hers.” “You just said that you prefer older men. You must not have enjoyed them.” “They were the rammers and jammers I told you about.” “Oh.” “Young men get really hard and they recover quickly, but they lack patience.” “They get too excited.” Jeanne laughed. “That’s a good way to put it.” We turned our attention back to the movie. The dark haired man had pulled Julia Ann’s dress down and unfastened her brassiere. He was fondling her breasts. Jeanne said, “She’s very pretty. Do you really think I look like her?” “She could be your twin sister.” “Her hair is blonde, mine’s brown.” “That’s true.” “I was thinking about becoming a blonde. Would that be all right with you?” Smiling, I said, “I think you’d look gorgeous as a blonde.” Jeanne smiled back. “The next time we have one of these weekends, you’d better be prepared.” “I’ll take that as a promise.” We watched the movie again. Julia Ann was sucking her costar’s cock. Jeanne said, “She looks like she’s really enjoying that.” “She’s either enjoying it or she’s an outstanding actress.” “I think she’s enjoying it. I know I do. I love giving head.” Moving closer, Jeanne nuzzled my ear and whispered, “I’d like to suck your cock right now. Would that be okay?” “I’d like that very much.” Jeanne giggled. “I thought you might.” She moved down so that she was lying next to my hips, picked up my stiffening penis and slipped it into her mouth. I lay back on the pillows watching Julia Ann suck her costar’s cock while Jeanne sucked my cock. I was in voyeur heaven. After a minute, Jeanne took my cock out of her mouth, sat up and looked at me. “Michael, I want you to imagine that it’s me in the movie. I want you to imagine that you’re watching me suck another man’s cock. Will you do that?” I was aroused and I really was a voyeur. The idea of watching Jeanne with another man had been lurking in the recesses of my mind for several weeks. Breathless with excitement I answered, “Yes, yes I will.” “Would you enjoy doing that? Would you like to watch me when I’m with another man?” While I was excited, I was still an accountant. Caution prevailed. I answered, “Eventually, I think I might. Right now, fantasies are enough. I’m not yet ready to see it for real.” “But maybe someday you will be. I think I’d like that. I think sometimes, I’d like you to watch. You’re a voyeur and I’m beginning to understand that I’m an exhibitionist.” “You enjoyed wearing those tight sexy clothes to dinner tonight. You loved knowing that all the men in the restaurant were watching you.” “I did, I really did. It’s taken a while for me to get enough confidence to start doing it, but now I love wearing sexy clothes.

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