Giving Jen The Freedom To Live – Chapter 1A

True story: Giving Jen The Freedom To Live – by glyn613. The events of our life to together. Forward…..This IS a true story! I have changed the names to protect the people involved. “Jen” has been a real asset helping me write this and without her, I couldn’t have put it all together.

True story: Giving Jen The Freedom To Live – Chapter 1A

by glyn613

Genres: True Story, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Threesome, Wife

After all our years together, she still turns me on and I still like to watch her with other men. I always wonder just how many men, are out there, that like to watch their wives having sex with another man. Give me your comments and thoughts, good or bad…..I do appreciate honest criticism. If “Jen” decides to take on someone else in the future, I’ll be sure and continue the story. Till then, I hope you enjoy.

My wife and I have been married for 21 years. Jen grew up in a small town about 20 miles from my hometown in large family of seven sisters and one brother. She is 5 ft. 8 in. tall, weighs about 138 pounds with long dark hair, 36C tits and a figure to die for. She is all cowgirl, as most of her family are. Her legs are long and shapely and go on forever. She is a very beautiful woman and seems to just get better every year.

We had dated for over a year when she gave her virginity to me. It was a bitter-sweet event, as she still had her hymen and it was not an easy task to penetrate her. My cock is seven inches long and six inches in girth. If it hadn’t been so large, it probably would have been easier on her, but I was gentle with her, not wanting to hurt her in any way. She got through the initial pain and ended up enjoying her first experience.

About a year later, after college, we got married in a large, full blown wedding. The ceremony lasted much too long, in my opinion, but we finally got to the reception and dinner. Later, the band arrived and the dance began. Everyone was having a great time and probably drinking a little more than they should. Jen and I danced several dances together before splitting up and dancing with the other guests.

Jen’s sister, Cody, is a year older than Jen. Of all the sisters, they are the closest, doing everything together as they grew up.
Looking at the two standing side by side, they are so similar that sometimes it is hard to tell them apart. While we were dating, Jen and I had gone out with Cody and her husband several times, going to the movies, dancing or just out to dinner.

Back then, when we went dancing, Cody and I would dance together while Jen and Greg danced. We all would usually drink too much and talk very openly to each other about anything that came up….nothing was out of bounds.

One night, before Jen and I were married, Cody and I were dancing. We were having a good time when all of a sudden, Cody became very serious. She looked me in the eyes and asked, “Guy, take a good look at me and tell me what you see.”

Not thinking much of it, I pushed her out to arms length and took a good look at her. “Well, Cody, I see a tall, beautiful woman with long dark hair and seriously sexy green eyes. She has a great figure…large breasts and a smile to die for. She is funny, and did I say sexy……yeah I think I did….and she has very long, shapely legs that go all the way up to her nice ass. Matter of fact, she is the spittin’ image of the woman I plan to marry. Sometimes I just can’t tell you apart.”

Cody smiled and pulled up close to me again. “Thank you for telling me that, I needed it. It just seems that Greg never looks at me anymore and I needed an honest opinion.” We finished the dance and the music began playing another slow song.

As we started walking off the dance floor, she said, “I love this song, wanna dance another one?”

One thing about Cody, she loves to dance close. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest as we moved around the floor. She looked up at me and asked, “Guy, if you weren’t hooked up with my sister, would you fuck me?”

I stumbled and almost fell down, but regained my composure quickly. “Cody, what the hell are you talking about…..well….sure, if I weren’t going to marry your sister, I wouldn’t pass up a chance to be with you….you are a fantastic woman that not many men could resist.”

Cody laughed then said smiling, “Well, Guy, I want you to know one thing, you ever want it, all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours.”

As we continued to dance, my head was spinning, partly from the booze and mostly from what Cody had said. I knew that Cody’s statement probably was mostly the whiskey talking and dismissed it without much further thought. That evening ended and what she had said was not mentioned again.

At the wedding, Jen was dancing with someone I really didn’t know, which there were several people here at the wedding that I had never seen before. Cody came up to me and said, “Hey cowboy, how about a dance with your sister-in-law?”

“Sure,” I said as I took her right hand with my left and put my right arm around her. One thing about Jen and Cody, they’re damn good dancers and like I said before, they like to dance close.

“Guy, I’m really happy that you and Jen got married. I think that she got a hell of a guy and I really like you a lot….matter of fact, bro-in-law, I love you.”

“Gosh, Cody, thanks. I hope you know that I feel the same about you. I know how close you and Jen are and it makes me feel really good that you accept me. I just love your whole family, they’ve all made me feel so welcome. After being an only child, it’s taken a while to get used to your large family, but I love it.”

She pulled up close again and squeezed me as we danced. She looked up smiling, “Just remember, if you ever want me, just say the word.” That was the second time she had said that to me.

The dance ended and Cody blew me a kiss as she went to find another dancing partner. Another of Jen’s sisters came up and grabbed me for the next dance. We began dancing and chit-chatting, but I really wasn’t listening closely….what Cody had said distracted me, big time.

I had been with three other women before Jen and I had told her about all three before we married. I didn’t want there to be any secrets. Now, I had to keep a secret. I didn’t want to cause a problem between Jen and Cody so I decided to just keep it to myself. The dance ended and Jen was tapping me on the shoulder, “Are you going to dance with me any more tonight, or are you going to just flirt with all my sisters?” she said laughing.

I put my arms around her and began to dance, “You know Jen,” I said laughing, “when it comes down to you girls, your Dad really knew how to build ‘em.” The evening went on and on. We finally left the party at about 10:00 pm and went off to be alone.

The years have passed and Jen and I have had a great marriage. I know she has never cheated on me and I never have cheated on her, even though I know we’ve both had our chances. We have two kids that are grown and in college. We moved shortly after our wedding, buying a small ranch in Colorado. Through the years, we grew the ranch as neighbors retired and quit. Now it’s one of the larger ranches around.

We’ve traveled back to Texas many times, through the years, to attend weddings, funerals, celebrations of all kinds and sometimes just to see her family. My parents had passed away a few years after we married, so her family was really all I have. Don’t get me wrong, I truly love all of them, they’re all very good people.

Not too long ago we attended a community celebration in her hometown. Jen and I were in our mid 40’s. It was a hot day in August and the beer was cold. There were many planned events throughout the day so we joined in the fun and attended all of them. That evening there was a bar-b-que and a dance. We both had drank a lot of cold beer. It went down so smooth, mostly because of the 98 degree heat.

The evening cooled down a little when the sun went down. The dance was outdoors and well attended. Of course, Jen and I danced a lot, with each other and with other partners we knew that were there. I was dancing with one of Jen’s classmates and I notice that she was dancing with a guy that I didn’t know, but thought I’d seen before. I asked Connie who the guy was. She told me that it was another classmate of theirs…I guy named Ken Hastings. Connie told me that Ken and Jen had dated a lot back in high school. I finally remembered he was the guy she was dancing with at our wedding that I didn’t know. At this time, it was no big deal to me.

The evening progressed and the beer continued to flow. It was getting close to midnight and the crowd had not even began to thin out. Everyone was having a good time. I hadn’t seen Jen for a while and wondered where she might be so I started walking through the crowd looking for her.

After about 15 minutes, I spotted her dancing. I could tell that she was having a good time. Then I noticed that she was still dancing with Ken. I was some distance back in the crowd. I thought I’d just watch for a while and have another beer. For the next half hour, she and Ken danced every dance. They danced close on the slow ones, of course, Jen liked to dance close and her arms were both wrapped around Ken’s neck.

As they danced, Ken would put his hands on her ass and squeeze and pull her closer. Jen didn’t seem to be minding this at all. I knew that she had had plenty to drink. She could hold her beer pretty well, but after all day, I knew from experience that she was feeling no pain.

When the dance ended, I saw Ken kiss her and watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. I was getting pissed. After all these years, she was giving her affection to another man. When the kiss ended, Ken took her hand and led her off the dance floor and out through the crowd. I stayed some distance back and followed them out toward the parking lot. It was dark and not too many people around.

I was able to conceal myself close by and watched as Ken kissed her again, running his hands all over her body. I could see that she was not trying to resist and I could see that she was franticly pulling at his belt. As I watched she opened his jeans and put her hands into his underwear. By this time he had opened her blouse and bra and was kissing and fondling her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing…..my beautiful wife, about to be fucked by her old high school flame.