CHANGES

Chapter 1

It's now almost one year since that fateful night, and the changes that have happened in that short space of time are unbelievable.  As I look back over that period, the events are almost too much for my mind to understand.  My wife, Jane, thinks by writing this account I will be able to come to terms with my new life.  Of course, these words will never be read by anyone but me, but she's probably right that just the exercise of writing them will be good.

At the time this story begins, I was a 59-year-old man, successful in every way such things are measured in our society.  I was (and still am, for that matter) a highly-placed executive in a large Internet-based company.  I have a corner office, which to those of you who know about such things, is a mark of status in nearly all corporations.  My personal secretary, Jennifer, was a beautiful 23-year-old girl, and very sexy and willing.  So much so, in fact, that she had been my mistress for over a year by that time.

My second wife was what some people would call a "trophy wife."  She was 28 years old, and before I married her, five years before, was my personal secretary and mistress.  I divorced my first wife because I had lost all interest in her.  We'd been married more than 20 years, and during that span she had changed quite a bit.  She had become overweight, and had seemed to lose all interest in sex.  Her excuse was that there was nothing really interesting in her life as a "show" wife, with her days spent in endless rounds of women's clubs and charity events.  She had been consumed with raising our two children up until the time they both left home to attend college, and then began to lead their own lives.  After that, her days seemed empty, and rather than use her brain to find new interests, she just let herself go.

She tried to tell me that my own physique had changed for the worse, but of course in my case that was understandable.  My job required me to spend hour after hour at my desk, or in meetings with other executives.  There was a health club at my company, but I certainly didn't have time in my busy schedule to go there and perform mindless exercises just to maintain the sort of body others found attractive.

After we had been married for a few years, I had noticed that Jane and I weren't as attracted to each other, in a sexual way, as we had been in the earlier years of our marriage.  I suppose that's typical of most marriages, and is probably inevitable as women put on the years and pounds.  We were still having sexual relations once a week then, which was pretty good for a man of my age, considering that Jen regularly provided oral sex in my office, and more traditional couplings during our long lunch hours a couple of times a week.  All-in-all, I was pretty satisfied with my sex life, and assumed Janey and Jen were also.

That my wife was still interested in me was demonstrated by our activities in the two weeks preceding what happened that brought us to where we are today.  They seemed to be a bolt from the blue, and were entirely out of character for her, but that didn't make them any less exciting.

We were relaxing in our large hot tub at the time, and I was languidly gazing at her nude body sitting across from me.  I remember thinking that she was still fairly attractive, although certainly not as much so as my mistress.  Jane was obviously concerned about her appearance, and spent several hours each week in a health club.  The results were obvious in her finely-muscled body, and in her healthy skin tone.

Her words surprised me, since, as I said, they were so unexpected.  She said, "We should shave our pubic hair, honey.  I used to do that when I was a teenager, and always thought it felt so much better than having a bunch of hair down there.  Want to try it?"

It took me several seconds to come fully aware, and as I did so, she scooted around the perimeter bench of the tub until she was beside me.  She began nuzzling my neck, and lightly playing with my soft cock with one hand.  She continued, "I think you'd look really sexy with a bare crotch.  Please say you'll let me shave you.  I'll make it worth your while if you do."

That last sentence was always her way of telling me that if I did something she asked, then my reward would be extra-good sex.  I was more receptive that usual, since Jen had been out of town on vacation for a few days, and I was missing the blow jobs and fucking she always provided several times a week.  My cock seemed to think it was a pretty good idea also, and signaled its interest by standing up and looking around.

Finally I agreed to try what she had suggested.  She got out of the tub and walked to a vanity cabinet that had been built against one wall of the tub room.  As I looked at her swaying globes, I realized she was still quite attractive, and was proud she was my wife.  When she returned with the shave cream and safety razor, her firm breasts were swaying in imitation of the mounds on her other side, and looked very delicious to me.  As I looked at her crotch, I tried to imagine what charms would be revealed when she had been shaved.

She said she'd shave me first, since she had more experience in that area.  After I was smooth, then she'd give me directions for doing the same to her.  I lifted myself up and sat on the edge of the tub, with my legs still dangling in the water.  Janey got back in, then moved my legs apart and began to spread the cream over my crotch.  She seemed to spend extra time on my cock, and given my lack of sex during the past few days, it felt pretty good.

Finally she began to shave me, and it was evident that she did indeed have experience doing that.  In no time at all, my pink skin was exposed to the air for the first time in many years.  The sensation seemed to make me even more horny, and my big cock bounced back and forth like a metronome when she wasn't holding it still.  I was sure the glistening drops on the tip were more than water from the tub, and was more and more looking forward to her "making it worth my while."

All too soon she pronounced me "smooth as a baby," and lifted herself out of the water to also sit on the edge.  With no prompting, I assumed her former position, and was soon kneeling on the bottom of the tub, applying shave cream between her widespread legs.  Her contented sighs told me how good it felt to receive that sort of attention from her husband, and again I anticipated the sex to come.

It took me several minutes to shave her pussy, and by the time I had completed the job, I was more turned on than ever.  Her hoarse whisper to, "Rinse it off," was quickly obeyed, and when she placed both hands on my head and drew it to her crotch, I didn't resist in the least.  It seemed so natural to once again be licking her, even though I hadn't done that in several months.  Oral sex was a big part of sex with Jen, but it seemed like when my wife and I had sexual relations, it wasn't much more than a quick in-and-out.

This time, I marveled at the much different taste of her pussy when compared to my mistress'.  I loved to eat Jen, and she seemed to like it better than fucking.  She was the first woman I'd ever known who was capable of having multiple orgasms in the space of an hour, and several times I had even eaten her after we'd had intercourse. 

Jen had introduced me to that practice early in our relationship, when my cock was unable to stay hard long enough to give her a second climax.  I'll never forget the special thrill I had when she ordered, "If your dick isn't up to it, get down there and use your tongue."  I seemed to crave her orders during sex, which seemed odd to me.  I knew implicitly that when at work, I was fully in charge, and would brook no resistance from the employees under me.  However, when Jen and I were making love, I found it extra exciting to yield to her "whip hand."  In fact, there were even times when I wished she actually did have a whip, and would use it on me.  Hard to explain that mindset, but that's the way it was.

This night was the first time Janey had ever given me any sort of instructions in a sexual situation, and I was at first surprised, then excited, by the change.  I hoped it signaled a new direction for our sexual relations.

The taste of my wife's pussy was different from Jen's, as I said.  There was something familiar about it, though, that I couldn't quite identify.  It reminded me of the times I'd eaten my secretary's cunt after we'd fucked, but the flavor wasn't quite the same.  It seemed to be more than just a woman's taste alone, but I knew there was no way Janey could have anything else in her vagina.  I put it down to a lack of oral sex for almost a year, and assumed I'd just forgotten her special flavor.  Given this new and exciting turn to our sex life, I thought that maybe I'd become more familiar with her taste in the months to come.

Janey seemed to be much more aroused than usual, and I thought it was probably due to the different type of foreplay we'd had that evening.  It had seemed very arousing to watch her plying a razor so close to my genitals, and I guessed that she had the same reaction.  Whatever it was, her new level of lust was evidenced by her words as I licked and sucked her pussy.

At one point, she lay back on the floor and put both her legs over my shoulders.  That gave me a type of access to her that I'd never had before, and my tongue was quick to begin probing deeper and deeper in her slit and hole.  Her thrusts against my lips and tongue became more urgent, and she gasped over and over, "Oh, God!  Yes!  Eat it!  Suck it out of me!"  I didn't know just what I was supposed to be sucking from her pussy, but I locked my lips around hers and did my best to comply.

Her orgasm was truly spectacular.  Her butt began to bounce off the floor in time to her frantic thrusts, and her thighs locked around my head as if she were trying to crush my skull.  Her final cry sounded like, "Now!  Eat him!"  I obviously misheard her due to the way her legs were pressing against my ears, and I know now she must have said, "Now!  Eat it!"  That's just what I did.  My lips were locked tight to her opening, and as I sucked as strongly as possible, she rewarded my efforts with the strongest, wettest orgasm she'd ever had with me.

She took only a few seconds to recover from her intense release, then took her legs off my shoulders.  Again she issued an order, and it was, "Fuck me!  Hurry!  Put it in me!"

I stood on the underwater bench, and she immediately guided my hardon into her steaming cunt.  I had never known her to feel so loose, but didn't give that more than a fleeting thought.  My own state of arousal was very nearly the equal to what hers had been only moments before, and in the space of half a dozen thrusts, I felt my cum burst forth from its hiding place.  I made one final push to bury my cock as deeply as possible, then reveled in the feel of that wonderful release.

Finally the last spurt of semen had been pumped out of my balls, and I placed my hands on both sides of her body and gasped for breath.  Janey had not cooled down at all, and put her hands on my shoulders and began to force me downward.  Again she assumed command, saying, "Eat me again!  Hurry, I need to cum again!  Do it!"

I suppose I hadn't cooled a whole lot in the space of those few seconds, and it seemed a natural thing to do to once again crouch in front of her and begin repeating my actions with my lips and tongue.  This time the taste was much different, and it reminded me very strongly of the times I'd eaten my fresh cum from Jen's pussy.  I suppose it was the familiarity that allowed me to overcome my initial reluctance, and I was soon servicing her with enthusiasm.

It took her several minutes to reach her second climax of that very-exciting night, and to my memory it was the first time she'd ever done so.  Again, I thought it was probably the extra stimulation of the shaving, and the exciting feel of having a bare pussy, that caused her to achieve that level of satisfaction.  If so, I was glad it had happened, and hoped it would happen much more in the future.
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We continued to have sex several times a week over the next days.  Jen was off on a three-week vacation, and I was feeling the deprivation.  I missed the daily blow jobs she would give me in my office, as well as the nooners in her apartment.  I guess it was a case of my wife being the beneficiary, and the extra attention seemed to be very arousing for her.  It was a rare night when she was not much more excited than what had been her norm, and on three other occasions during the next two weeks, she had a second orgasm.  I assume it was due to my skill in lovemaking, which had been gained by fucking lots of other women over the years.

Janey seemed to crave oral sex during that time, and I have to admit that I enjoyed giving it to her.  Her pussy was always wet for me, and there were times when she was as full of lubrication when I ate her the first time, as she was full of my semen when I ate her the second time.  It was a very special feeling for me to know that my attentions were so arousing to her.

There was one day during that period that stands out in my memory.  I had taken off work early, for a reason I don't recall now.  I arrived home in the middle of the afternoon, and found the door locked, which was unusual.  Since I didn't have my house key, I had to ring the doorbell to get my wife to let me in.

When she at last came to the door, her hair was disheveled and she was wearing a bathrobe.  Her cheeks were flushed a bright red, and I feared she was ill.  At my question, she replied that she had been napping, and when the doorbell awakened her, she had been startled.  That's what made her cheeks appear flushed.  That sounded logical to me, so I didn't mention it again.

Janey seemed to be even more aroused than usual that day.  She immediately led me to the bedroom, and literally tore off my clothes.  Soon we were on the bed, and I was suckling her already-hard nipples.  The scent of her pussy seemed to be stronger than ever before, and I was sure she must have been having a wet dream when I rang the doorbell.

She began pushing my head toward her crotch, and I cooperated.  I remember wanting nothing more than to once again experience her wonderful taste, and hurried to move my head between her legs.

She introduced a new variation to oral sex that afternoon by pushing me to my back, and then swinging one leg over my head.  I barely had time to glance at her crotch before she lowered it to my eager mouth, but in that split second I could see that her juices were literally dripping from her slit.  Once again, I knew she was very aroused by our lovemaking, and I was quick to obey when she issued her usual order to, "Eat it!  Suck it out of me!"

I had never known her to be that wet before we had fucked, and thought I might drown in all the pussy juices welling forth from her hole.  Again and again, she ordered me to lick and suck her clean, and I did my best to do so.  When she finally climaxed, it was almost more than I could do to swallow all her precious juices without wasting a single drop.

That sort of activity continued up until the night before our fateful experience, although I didn't come home early again during that span.  The night before it happened, Janey said she wasn't feeling well, and that she'd rather not have sex.  I sympathized with her, and even though I would have preferred to make love to her, left her alone as we lay in bed.

The next night she made the same excuse, and again I respected her decision.  I do remember, however, lying there beside her recalling over and over the delicious taste and wonderful scent of her crotch.  My cock was as hard as a rock all the time, and it was almost more than I could do to not masturbate.