Evolution of a relationship

Jenny woke to the sound of her recently crippled husband sobbing. She realised that once again she'd had a vivid dream that had not been totally private. She had been talking in her s l e e p again. Had Steve heard her telling her dream lover that his cock felt huge? Perhaps he'd heard her cries of ecstasy as she orgasmed on his black manhood, maybe he heard both, and more?

Steve's accident had left him with a profound weakness below the waist. Walking was difficult and at best he could only manage a floppy erection.

On hearing Jenny rouse from her s l u m b e r Steve feigned s l e e p. Jenny took the opportunity to take the finger sized pleasure rod from her bedside cabinet and slip away to the bathroom. Jenny's pussy was sodden from her dream, her clitoris was still tingling, she squeezed a nipple as her vibrating toy entered her cunt and was overcome with waves of pleasure. Steve heard her moans and shed another tear.

It had been a long six months since the accident and much was being left unspoken. Steve could almost get semi-hard and could cum, but he couldn't penetrate Jenny. Sex had become a fleeting exercise in oral and petting which left both of them unsatisfied.

Steve was beginning to accept that a full sex life was behind him but at the tender age of twenty-four Jenny was struggling with the thought of maybe fifty years without a cock inside her.

Jenny didn't want to cheat, she took her vow of "in sickness and in health" seriously, but the regularity of her very graphic reveries was making it obvious that her body needed more than Steve's fingers or his tongue.

Another six months went by. Steve's acceptance of his inadequacies had been followed by him hoping Jenny would have more dreams. He would lay beside her with his flaccid cock in his hand. During one dream Jenny called out a name, Steve happened to have a friend with the same name, it made him lose his load.

The hot gooey content of Steve's balls on her rear woke Jenny. In her surprise at the feeling of something oozing down the crack of her backside she reached round, she couldn't believe her fingers were coated in cum when she looked at them. In that moment all of her frustrations came to the fore.

"You can't fuck me but you can fucking jerk off while I'm a s l e e p..."

Hurt, Steve shot back with, "I'm not the one getting fucked in my dreams."

"Where else am I going to get fucked with a cripple for a husband?"

As soon as the words left her tongue she regretted uttering them.

Jenny slept in the guest room that night, and the next.

Jenny had a friend who had once confided in her that she had no need to cheat because her husband loved hearing about the occasions she spread her legs for other men when she was on business trips. At the time, Jenny had found it hard to believe a man could want his wife to be fucked by other men. Now, having had time to think about it, she began to wonder whether Steve had developed similar tendencies.

That night, Jenny slipped into bed with Steve while he was a s l e e p. She still felt guilty about their falling out. When he awoke a minute or so later, Jenny's mouth was wrapped around his slightly stiffening cock and her pussy was almost in his face.

Steve took the hint, grasped behind her thighs and pulled her slit towards his mouth. Jenny was using her tongue in such a way that it felt as though butterfly wings were flapping against the skin of his limpish cock. Jenny became more aggressive with Steve's cock as his tongue was taking her ever nearer orgasm. Rapidly, using her mouth as a faux cunt, Jenny moved her head back and forth up and down the length of his admittedly short shaft. Then she stopped, rolled Steve onto his back and sat on his face, facing his feet. Jenny felt like being a dominant bitch. She ground her cunt against his face, coating it in her juices. When she felt that he really needed to, Jenny let Steve catch a breath. For only the second time in her life Jenny squirted. Steve caught it full in the face and mouth. His eyes were stinging as she climbed off of him and slid down to finish Steve in her mouth. It had been rare that she let Steve cum in her mouth, they had usually used oral sex as foreplay but things had changed. Jenny half wanked Steve's cock, half sucked it, until his cum landed on her tongue.

On the rare instances of Steve emptying his balls into her mouth in the past, Jenny had always either immediately spit or swallowed. This time she held it on her tongue while she climbed back onto his face. She spit his junk into her hand and smeared her cunt with it. Bar a few occasions when they had fucked, rested a while and gone for a repeat including precoital oral sex, or they had kissed after he had emptied into her mouth, Steve had not really tasted his own juices. He baulked at the thought but realised he had little choice. He found the taste mixed with his recently discovered submissive yearnings proved an intoxicating combination. They fell a s l e e p holding hands.

The dynamic of their relationship was irrevocably changing.

Jenny woke in the early hours and decided to have a 'dream' to see how Steve reacted. She reached back to an early experience.

"You are NOT putting that in my mouth Mark, no way."

Jenny had felt Steve stir so was reasonably sure he was awake and listening. He was, and he was filling in the gaps in his head. He knew that her first was a guy called Mark.

"Ok, just one little kiss half way down and then I'll jerk you off but I don't want all your stuff all over my fingers, it's yucky."

Jenny could feel Steve yanking on his cock and took that as a sign to carry on with her 'dream'.

"I told you Mark, you can't put your hand in my panties, not this week."

By now of course Steve knew Jenny wasn't dreaming and she knew he knew but both were enjoying the game.

"Just till you cum Mark, I'll show you my breasts but if you ever tell anyone what I let you do I'll swing for you."

Steve closed his eyes and pictured Jenny jerking Mark, her pert tits out for him and her ruby lips having kissed Mark's cock. Steve caught his cum in his hand and wiped it on a tissue from on his bedside cabinet. Nothing was said and they drifted of to the land of nod.

Jenny thought about what had transpired. Steve had obviously gotten off listening to her. She could see a possible path to having lovers without having to cheat.

Steve was over the moon, despite gentle encouragement earlier in their relationship Jenny had never told him about men she had slept with in the past.

Neither wanted to break the spell by talking about it, both were worried it might spoil things.

Come bedtime, Jenny gave Steve a long slow blowjob. Again she spat it onto her hand and plastered her pussy. Again she sat on Steve's face. She told him he needed to get used to it. He cleaned her with even more fervour than the night before.

They read for a while before both feigned s l u m b e r.

For her 'dream' she chose her second boyfriend.

"You will still love me afterwards, won't you Jake?"

Steve's imagination almost had him there, watching Jenny's virginity being taken.

"and you will pull out won't you?"

Steve was guessing she was in the back of a car with her knickers around an ankle, her blouse unbuttoned and her bra pushed up. In his mind's eye he could see Jake between Jenny's spread thighs about to enter her virgin cunt.

"Ow, ouch, no it's okay just be gentle, it feels so nice. I can feel your cock throbbing. Get off me, you said you would pull out, you promised."

Steve came. Thinking about Jake breaking his promise and filling Jenny's cunt with his baby batter had taken him over the edge. In the moment before he lost his load he wished that he had been there to lick Jake's cum out of her.

Still unsure enough of themselves, they settled into a nightly ritual. Jenny sucked Steve's cock. Jenny kept his cum in her mouth. Jenny smeared her cunt with his cream. Steve ate Jenny to orgasm. Jenny pretended to dream. Steve jerked off. Neither of them wanted to address the elephant in the room.

On the eighth evening, while Jenny was riding Steve's face and was lost in fantasy, Steve asked whose cum he was eating. Without thinking she blurted out "Ndonge."

Steve pushed her off of his face and asked "Who the fuck is Ndonge?"

Jenny coloured up but decided now was the time to come clean.

"Ndonge was perhaps my twentieth lover..."

"TWENTIETH!!! I thought maybe five or six before me."

"You never asked me Steve, and I was concerned you might think me a slut.

"I can't believe you had so many before me."

To say Steve was shocked would be understating things.

Jenny sat back down on Steve's face and said, "It isn't twenty Steve it's just over seventy though I may have forgotten a few d r u n k e n knee tremblers."

Neither of them was touching his cock when he came again.

They lay in silence for a while then finally started to talk about the things they had heretofore left unsaid.

"You're lying to me right, to excite me?"

Jenny shook her head. Steve's cock stiffened a little. Jenny took his flaccid cock in her hand.

"Any since me?"

"Three, sorry, but none after we got engaged."

"Did I ever follow one of them Jenny? Because at the first party you took me to there was a few minutes when I couldn't find you and later that night you said you were too tired to fuck. I insisted and you tasted different and you were super slippy. I was too naive and too in love to really believe you had been fucked."

"That wasn't the only time Steve, sorry."

"Would you like to date guys for sex and bring your hot pussy home for me lick and finger, and sometimes bring a guy home so I can watch?"

" Steve, I thought you would never ask.'