The Video: A Loving Wife Story

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."