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My name is Jennifer, and I’ve waited ten years to tell this story about myself and my husband, Ben, and how his compulsion to watch me with other men has affected our lives, with only some sadness. It will be hard for most people to understand how newlyweds could get to that place in their relationship, but it happened over a period of months for us. Although I saw the signs early on, I was too aroused and hungry to enjoy the endless supply of new cocks to stop. Looking back gives me twenty-twenty vision on these events.Ben and I came from different small towns in western Massachusetts; Amherst and Northampton, respectively, and met when he was a senior at Boston College, and I was a junior. We started dating a couple of months later, and by the time he graduated with his undergraduate degree in business, we were going steady, and seemed to be on a path to be engaged. Ben then started working on his MBA, while I finished my undergraduate degree in secondary education, with an emphasis on math.He was easy to fall in love with, because not only does he have a charming, easygoing, and outgoing personality, he’s also fit, at six feet and one inch tall, and weighing one hundred and eighty-five pounds. He’s easy to look at too, and with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, he looks amazingly like the actor, Bradley Cooper.Ben was never the jealous type, and instead encouraged me to fix myself up when we went out, and to dress revealingly. He seems to feel pride and take great pleasure in the way other men look at me. He always tells me that I look a lot like the actress, Jennifer Garner, and I’m five feet and eight inches tall, and weigh about one hundred and thirty-five pounds. The main differences are that I have natural, dishwater blonde hair, blue eyes, and my breasts are, as Ben puts it, ‘amazing 34DD melons’.I was fortunate to get a job in the Boston school system after graduation, and moved to an apartment in the city, while Ben finished up his last year in the MBA program. Ben and I got engaged while he was still in school, and my parents helped with the rent until Ben got his job with an investment firm in the city. Then we could easily afford the apartment.A Warning UnheededWe decided to get married after Ben’s graduation, when he was twenty-four years old and I was twenty-three. But about two months before the wedding, Ben got this idea to have us reveal all the secrets of our past lives to each other, exposing our vulnerabilities, so there would be no surprises after we were married. That sounded a little strange to me, and something I had never heard of couples doing, but I was so in love, that I agreed. I should have taken those conversations more seriously, although I was happy with the outcome.I went first and told him about all the boys I dated in high school and college, and he kept pressing for more details, even insights into my sexual behavior. It seemed to excite him hearing about my experiences with other boys. We have a good sexual relationship, especially since Ben is well-hung, with eight inches of thick, uncut cock, and I didn’t understand why he wanted to hear about the other boys and men in my life. I understood a little more when he explained his background.He kept encouraging me to tell him more and more, and by the time I was finished, I realized that it sounded, even to me, like I had been a promiscuous slut. He learned and knows from experience how much I like all kinds of sex, starting with having my big breasts fondled and sucked, being eaten out and sucking cock, and especially being fucked by the boys with the biggest cocks. I admitted that I enjoyed fucking the dozens of boys, who were drawn in by my overall good looks and impressive tits.Ben was visibly excited when I finished my first round of exposing my past, and he started, saying, “I hope this won’t startle you, honey, but I’ve been, uh, well, giving in my relationships with girls. Giving in the sense that I always liked it when my friends were turned on by my girlfriends, and I encouraged the girls to dress in a way to show a little skin to entice them. It made me feel good knowing that the girls I dated were desired by other boys. They even admitted jacking off thinking about my girlfriends.”I chimed in and said, “Well, that’s not telling me much, since you’re that way with me too. Although, I’m not aware of anyone jacking off when thinking about me.”He smiled and continued, “This is the hard part to tell you, Jen, and I hope that it doesn’t scare you off. Sometimes at parties, when everyone was drinking, I even encouraged my friends to try to seduce my dates, sometimes when I was acting drunker than I really was. I really enjoyed sitting in a dark corner and watching them romance the girls and fuck them, especially when I could watch closeup. That was a long time ago, and it excited me more than it probably should have. I felt like a real hero with my friends for getting them laid.”I was stunned by that admission, and it took me a few seconds to ask, “Are you telling me that to prepare me for the same thing in our marriage? Is that what you have in mind for us?”Ben was very apologetic, and tried to reassure me, saying, “Of course not, honey, I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I just wanted you to be aware of it, in case, maybe you meet some of my old friends one day, and they try to be funny by bringing it up, maybe even in hopes of fucking you, if they think I haven’t changed my ways. I haven’t done anything like that since my sophomore year in college.”Then I said, “Well, I’m not so sure that you’re totally over it. You got very excited when I described my experiences with other boys and men, and I would’ve thought that the man I’m marrying wouldn’t even want to hear about it or might even get upset by it.”He tried hard to defend himself, saying, “From my perspective, there’s no reason for me to get upset about things that happened in our past. Knowing that you have a Bostancı Escort strong appetite for sex is appealing to me and has contributed to the great experiences we’ve had together and makes me desire you even more.”We talked more about our pasts over the next few days, and by the time we were finished, I still had an uneasy feeling about some of his admissions but had faith that he was sincere in saying that kind of thing was behind him.Starting Married Life TogetherOur beautiful wedding ceremony was back in Northampton, and then we began our lives together in Boston. One of the things we decided at the outset is that we wanted to wait at least three years before trying to start a family. We both needed to become more established in our jobs and build a financial foundation that would allow us to afford a home in the suburbs where we could raise our children.We also wanted to enjoy each other while we were young, and the freedom that comes from not having children yet. There was a nice neighborhood bar just a block from our apartment, and it reminded me a lot of the bar in the old TV show, ‘Cheers’. There was also a more avant-garde, less neighborhood-friendly night club two blocks away, where we could be a little bit more anonymous than the bar. In addition, to the bar and nightclub, we were both making friends at our workplaces, with many young adults like us, and there were frequent parties.Ben was still encouraging me to dress in a way that exposed my biggest assets, and he was always telling me that when men see a big-breasted woman like me, especially a young woman, with firm, full, wide-rooted breasts that jiggle and sway so seductively, they gasp to themselves, and get instant erections. He especially liked me to wear some of the dressier, skin-tight yoga tops, with no bra, with only a thin sweater coverup. That showed my breasts straining at the fabric, and usually revealed my three-inch-wide areolas and thumb-sized nipples.It didn’t take much convincing for me to dress that way, because I’m proud of my body, and work hard to keep in shape. And it was fun watching the other ladies sneaking glances to compare themselves to me, after they catch their husbands looking.Starting to PartyBen stayed right by my side at the first few parties, but then he would start to become engaged in conversation with coworkers, usually about work, and he’d leave me alone with the other wives, or sitting at the kitchen counter or wet bar. I usually caught him observing me from afar, especially when other men were talking with me, and were so obviously staring at my breasts. We both drank a lot at those parties, and he was always talkative when we got back to the apartment.He would say something like, “My goodness, honey, you looked amazing tonight, and none of the men or women could keep their eyes off you. Did you notice the way Pete was ogling your tits when he thought you weren’t looking? And Jerry was really a dumbass. I caught him adjusting what looked to be a big cock, after staring down your cleavage. He’s not married and getting steady pussy like the committed couples, and I’m sure that he’d jump you if he could.”Ben’s comments were always flattering, and seductive in a way, because it allowed me to understand and enjoy my role as the temptress at the parties. Over time, Ben would become less conspicuous to me in the room, although I still caught glimpses of him watching me from behind other people. That encouraged other men to engage me in conversation, and even flirt with me, especially later in the evenings when everyone was inebriated. The single men were especially aggressive.As time went on, I would have to put up with even more teasing from Ben when we got home, and much of it was very flattering. He’d say things like, “Tom was really trying to get close to you tonight, honey, and your outfit left nothing to the imagination. We’d better watch out for him, or he’ll be trying to get you alone in the corner, and then in bed.”All those parties probably desensitized me to experiences we would have later in the bar and nightclub, even though that involvement with our coworkers was mostly innocent, especially with the spouses there.The Neighborhood BarAbout four months into our marriage, in the fall, Ben wanted to start going to the neighborhood bar on some nights, instead of going to those other parties. There are a lot of regulars in the bar, especially single men, or at least men there without their wives. Although we got to know some of them on a casual, first-name basis, they were fundamentally strangers. They didn’t have the constraints of working with either of us, and that gave them a little more freedom to pursue me, without risking embarrassment or catching shit at home.We sometimes went there with some of Ben’s or my coworkers, both couples and single men. Ben usually encouraged me to dance with the other men, after we had a few drinks, and there’s a small dance floor in the back of the bar, near the jukebox. Some of his single friends would get a little touchy, especially trying to rub my breasts, acting like they were too drunk to know what they were doing.Ben wanted me to dress a little more casually at the bar than at the parties, and I often wore tight yoga pants or leggings, along with tight and revealing yoga and camisole tops, always with no bra. I got the feeling that I was the highlight of the evening for many of the men. I started thinking I should be charging the bar a fee for attracting those men, and keeping them there drinking, longer than they might have otherwise.There was one man who was there almost every time we went, and he paid me the most attention, although we had never formally met or spoken. I heard others talking and knew his name is Jeff. He’s a handsome guy, appearing to be in his early thirties, and even though he took off his wedding ring, I still saw the whiter skin where the ring would have been, and the impression of it in his Bostancı Escort Bayan skin.He had seen me there with Ben, but he noticed that Ben left me alone a lot, off talking to the owner of the bar or in the restroom. Jeff saw my wedding ring, and one night when Ben had been away from me for a half-hour, Jeff came up to me to talk, at a time when I was inebriated and more receptive than usual.After a lifetime of having boys and men hit on me, it was easy to see through the bullshit. Jeff sat next to me at the bar, when Ben was nowhere to be seen, and said, “Hi, my name’s Jeff, and you’re so beautiful you made me forget my pickup line.”I humored him and laughed, before saying, “Yes, I’ve heard that one before, but my husband never used it. You do see my ring and realize that I’m married, don’t you, Jeff.”He didn’t even flinch, and recovered, saying, “Yeah, I’m married too, but when things aren’t right at home, I still need a little feminine company. I’ve seen you in here a lot, and your husband is usually off bullshitting somewhere. I don’t see the harm in giving each other a little companionship. There’s usually less game-playing with a married woman, since she knows what she wants and needs.”I played along, licking my lips, and shifting my torso to get maximum jiggle and sway out of my breasts, and then asked, “Well, Jeff, what is it that you think I might want and need?”He smiled and replied, “I think most women want and need to be appreciated and not ignored for hours in a bar. I don’t see how your husband can stay away from you. You’re just about the prettiest and best-built woman I’ve ever seen, and I think we could have a lot of fun together. You could at least dance with me.”The booze and Jeff’s comments were affecting me, and I thought that if Ben was so busy talking with others, then an innocent dance wouldn’t hurt. Jeff must have thought he hit the jackpot and was confident in his prowess with women. He held me tight, dancing to a slow song, and he had his hands all over me. He was gripping my ass with one hand and rubbing the sides of my bulging breast with the other, and he even leaned down and tried to kiss me. I knew that he was aroused, because I felt his big cock lump pressed into my belly.I avoided his kiss and looked around to notice the bartender and several other patrons, who knew Ben and me, watching us disapprovingly, as that horny married man tried to seduce me right there on the dance floor. I’ll admit to being comfortable in his arms and loved the feeling of his big cock against me but knew that he was being way too obvious.At the end of the first song, I pushed him back, and said, “I can feel by that big lump in your pants that you really like me, Jeff, but maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. We’re putting on quite a show for the people here, and we need to break it up.”He made one last attempt, saying, “Then come home with me, Jennifer. If you like that big lump, I live only a short walk from here, and my wife’s out for the evening.”I didn’t want to totally deject him, and probably gave him the wrong idea when I said, “That’s very flattering, but maybe some other time. My hubby’s around here somewhere.”Not long after Jeff left, and I went back to sit at the bar, Ben came walking up. I could tell that he was aroused, as he said, “My goodness, honey, it looks like you made a new friend.”I got the feeling that he had left me alone on purpose, so he could watch me, and I said, “Yeah, well, Jeff seems like a nice guy, if just a bit horny. But where the fuck have you been?”Ben thought for a second, and answered, “I was in the bathroom when my older brother, Gary, called, and he told me that he and Gwynn are having some marital problems. I went out front to talk with him. I’m sorry, but I lost track of time. I was able to see you through the window, and it was interesting how much attention you and Jeff attracted out there on the dance floor.”Then I wanted to tease him, and said, “You might be even more interested to know that he invited me back to his place to fuck him, and he had a big lump pressed against my belly when we were dancing.”He said, “I’m not surprised, honey, not with the way you look so fuckable tonight. Just curious, but were you tempted to go with him?”I could tell that my comments had turned him on even more, and I teased him, saying, “It’s hard to tell, honey. He was so fucking horny that he would have fucked me on the dance floor, if so many of our acquaintances weren’t watching us so closely.”That incident with Jeff was the first time Ben and I had talked so graphically about men flirting with me, and I should have known from Ben’s arousal, and even the way I was aroused, that he was reverting to his old ways, and loved watching me more than he was letting on.There were several other instances at the bar, when Ben disappeared for long periods of time, and it was always when I was being hit on by men. That included two of his friends from work, Jason and Tom, and they got touchy on the dance floor, just as Jeff had done. Ben always gave the same excuse, that he was talking with his brother, Gary, and I should have been more suspicious. Looking back, I’m sure that Ben was coaching his friends to appear more drunk than they were, and to touch me as much as I would tolerate.Two or three weeks following the night I danced with Jeff, and then those two friends, Ben had just finished eating me out after we fucked, and said, “Maybe we should try going to that nightclub. There are always so many familiar faces at the bar, and it might be nice to have a little anonymity in a place with revolving clientele. And besides, they have live bands there, and it will be fun to dance to good music.”More Anonymity at the NightclubAbout the time we started going to the club, where mostly Ben’s single friends joined us, instead of other couples, we traveled to Amherst for the weekend to celebrate Thanksgiving with his family. Gary and Gwynn Escort Bostancı looked perfectly happy to me, and I tried to choose my words carefully, so I could congratulate Gary without offending or embarrassing him.I said, “It’s so heartwarming to see that you and Gwynn are happy together again. I hope all those long phone calls with Ben were helpful.”Gary didn’t know what I was talking about, and wrinkled his brow and looked at me sideways, before asking, “What are you talking about, Jen? I haven’t talked with Ben on the phone since the day after the wedding, and my wife and I haven’t had any problems.”I was embarrassed then, and tried to bow out of that conversation gracefully, by saying, “Oh, right, I must be thinking of someone else.”It was obvious that Ben had been lying to me about the phone calls, as an excuse to find a way to watch me with other men. I decided not to confront him about it, partially because I realized that I enjoyed all the attention I was getting from those men and it was starting to be arousing to me, knowing that Ben was getting aroused watching me. I might not have felt that way if I didn’t have those experiences I told Ben about, back in the days when I was being sought after and fucking quite a few boys and men.We started going to the club again when we got back to Boston, and it appeared that Ben may have coached his friends to be more aggressive with me. Ben usually danced with me a couple of times, and then his friends would dance with me, as Ben either watched from our table, or he disappeared again.With my new insights into what Ben was doing, and my acceptance of it to the point that I looked forward to his friend’s advances, I decided to give Ben more to look at and get excited about.Going Further with Ben’s FriendsBen was sitting at our table watching me, and I was out on the floor in my second slow dance in a row with Jason. He was holding me closer than normal. When he reached down to rub my ass, I smiled up at him. That must have given him more courage, and at the same time he leaned down to kiss me, he began rubbing the side of my breast with his other hand. I allowed his kiss, and welcomed his probing tongue into my mouth, and we kissed passionately for the rest of that song, and into the beginning of the next one.”We finally broke the kiss, and he whispered in my ear, while still fondling my ass and tit, “I hope I didn’t offend you, Jen. I’ve wanted to do that for so long, and I’d love to get you in bed and do much more. You’re amazing, and I don’t know how Ben can let you out of his sight, or let you dance with other men.”I wanted to be even more receptive to him and give him something more to report to Ben to tease him. So, I reached down between us, and began rubbing his hardening cock, that had been pressing against my belly. I whispered in his ear, “My, oh my, Jason, I can feel how much you enjoy being with me. Maybe we’ll get a chance to do more someday, in the right situation.”Jason was so aroused, and his big cock was throbbing in my hand, as he said, “Oh fuck, Jen, how would we ever get an opportunity like that?”I squeezed and stroked his cock the best I could pressed against each other like that, and replied, “I don’t know, Jason, maybe you’ll have to ask Ben, if you have the balls. He seems to enjoy watching me when I dance with other men, but I don’t know how far he’s willing to take it, or if he’d want to know that I was fucking other men.”We headed back to the table after the third dance, and Jason had to adjust his hard cock in his pants. Nothing was said about what Ben witnessed us doing on the dance floor, and I took Tom’s hand to lead him out to dance.Tom kissed and fondled me as Jason had done, and I caught glimpses of Jason and Ben leaning together and talking. Ben was obviously learning about my comments to Jason, and I saw him smiling from across the room.I danced with Ben after Tom, and he kissed me more passionately than he had in a long time, rubbed my ass and tit as they had done, and I felt his hard cock pressing into my belly. Then he leaned down and whispered, “Oh fuck, honey, that was so hot watching you with Jason and Tom. They couldn’t keep their fucking hands off you. Tell me if I’m wrong, but it looked like you really enjoyed being groped and kissed by them.”It was hard to resist teasing him a little more, and I said, “I’m so sorry, honey. But with all I’ve had to drink, and the way you so enthusiastically encouraged me to dance with them, it just felt so natural to yield a little to them. It’s probably best that I don’t dance with them anymore, especially since I was getting those same feelings of arousal I got back in the days when I was with so many other men. I don’t want to cheat on you, honey.”He didn’t like me taking that path, and was almost frantic, saying, “Oh, no, no, no, honey, I’m not upset at all. I loved seeing you out here with them, and I’m hoping it might lead to a lot more.”I challenged him, saying, “Well, what the fuck do you mean by ‘a lot more’, honey? I remember what we talked about before we were married, and you said that was all behind you?”Ben replied, “I know what I said, honey, but you seem to be more receptive to my friends than I could have hoped for, and given your past, I had the feeling that we might both get to relive some of our pasts. That would make me so happy.”I said, “I think we need to talk more about this, a lot more. So, let’s just finish out the night with your friends, and we can talk about it when we get home.”Jason and Tom danced with me a few more times, taking even more liberties. I was wearing my tight yoga pants, and Jason reached down so far rubbing my ass, that he was rubbing my labia from behind, and my pants were wet from my arousal.Making Plans to Cuckold BenWe got back to our apartment, and fucked, and after Ben ate me out after creaming my pussy, he was ready to talk. He said, “I think you know what I mean by, ‘a lot more’, and I’d love to watch my friends, and other men, coming on to you in the club or elsewhere, seducing you emotionally and on the dance floor, and then bringing you home to fuck, while I’m hiding in the closet. Please honey, will you do this for me?”
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