Jaana

Jaana has just returned from a girls' night out. She had been out drinking, dancing and having fun. Turns out the group of girls attracted quite a bit of attention. Jaana ended up dancing with a dark 'hunk' of a man and grinded against him. Noticing his comicly large erection, she had uncovered his penis and eventually let him fuck her discreetly in the corner of the dance floor. He came in her and his cum is still leaking from Jaana's pussy as you lick her. Jaana will confess that she has been sexually frustrated and unhappy (because of your failing erections and your 6 cm erect penis), and that tonight she realized what she needed: an animalistic lust, a man who objectifies her and isn't afraid of fucking her like a whore. You know Jaana is insecure about herself and can be a bit shy, so this comes as a bit of a shock. Still, Jaana thinks you are her soul-mate. She loves you and would never want to break up with you. But still, "once you go black, you can't go back", right?

In a few days Jaana will go out once again with the girls. This time she will bring back home a dark gentleman with her...

“I want you to lie down, mister...” She gently pushes you down on the couch. Once you're lying down, she lifts her miniskirt and takes off her panties.

You can see that she is already soaking wet. “Wow, honey...”

With a blush and an apologetic grin she moves up so that her pussy is hovering over your face. She bites her lip and looks down at you with a sheepish grin. “I really want you to lick me.”

You don't need to be told twice, so you get to work. Jaana sighs and caresses your hair for a bit before she grips it and pulls you deeper into her wet pussy. She is more wet than you've ever seen her before. That and she tastes a bit off; there is a salty and musky aroma that you haven't tasted in her before. “Mmh, honey, you're...tasting kinda funny.”

She looks at you down with a gleam in her eyes. “Does it taste bad?”

“No... Not really.” To prove your point, you lap her juices with renewed vigor.

“MmnnHHhHh, honey!!” Jaana sighs and moans as she pulls your face into her pussy. “I- I've been a bad girl tonight...”

“Oh?” You keep on licking her while you wonder what she means.

“Promise me you won't get mad, alright?” Jaana looks more serious than she was just a moment ago and there is worry in her eyes.

You stop licking for a bit and look at her. She's your world. You would forgive anything, so you tell her just that.

Jaana nods. “W-well, me and the girls were dancing in the club. Apparently, we were doing a pretty good job since a crowd started gathering around us... And some of them got a bit handsy.” Jaana bites her lip a bit and waits for you to say anything. When you say nothing, she continues her recollection. “And, w-well, one guy - this REALLY muscular guy - started dancing with me...” She leans back a bit and sits on your chest. “And, umm, I grinded against him as we danced.”

You giggle nervously, feeling only slightly worried. “Oh, honey. I've seen people dance. That's alright.”

Jaana winces a bit and squints her eyes as if sensing something painful coming. “That might not have been the end of it...”

“Did- did you make out with him? Did you kiss him?”

Jaana hides her mouth behind her hand and nods.

“W-wow... Well-” You start, but Jaana continues.

“I started rubbing his cock...” Sensing your shock, she starts speaking faster to get it all out. “I-it was massive... I couldn't help myself. I took it out of his pants...and I let him fuck me on the dancefloor.”

You stare at her in disbelief. The Jaana you knew would never be so bold. The Jaana you knew had never been so bold with you, or said that she was so horny with you that she just couldn't help herself.

You swallowed hard, trying to process everything Jaana had just told you. Your mind raced with images of her grinding against that massive cock, her tongue wrapped around its head, and her cries of pleasure as he pumped into her on the dance floor.

“Wow,” was all you managed to say, the word barely escaping your lips.

Jaana nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and nervous energy. “I know it was a lot to take in.”

Your gaze drifted back to hers, your expression a jumble of shock, disbelief, and...arousal. You couldn't deny the thrill of knowing she'd desired something more than what you could offer her.

Insecurity crept in, however, as you wondered if you were enough for her. Was it really you she wanted, or just a momentary escape from the mundane routine?

“What did he feel like?” The question slipped out before you could stop it, your voice low and husky.

Jaana's cheeks flushed, but she didn't hesitate. “He was big, honey. Really big. And thick. It was...different.”

Different. You repeated the word in your mind, trying to wrap your head around it. Different from you.

As you lay there, feeling both turned on and conflicted, you realized that this encounter had awakened a desire within you – a desire to be more than just adequate, to be the one who made her feel like she was home.

You reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Jaana's ear, your touch filled with affection. “Look at me, Jaana. I love you, no matter what. You're my everything, and I want what's best for you.”

Jaana's eyes welled up with tears, and she nodded, her voice trembling. “I love you too, honey. More than anything.”

Your grip on her hand tightened. “Then let's be honest with each other. Can I ask you something?”

Jaana nodded, her gaze steady. “Anything.”

“Is sex with me...not enough for you?” The question hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability.

Jaana's face fell, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. “It's not that it's not enough...it's just...sometimes I need more. Sometimes I need something different.”

You felt a pang of insecurity, but you pushed it aside, focusing on understanding her needs. “What do you mean by 'more'?”

Jaana took a deep breath before speaking. “I mean, I need someone who can give me a thrill, someone who can push me beyond my comfort zone. I want to feel like someone wants me with an animalistic lust... And I want someone to see me as sexy and use my body for pleasure. And... I want to feel like I'm full. Like he is stretching me like a virgin.”

You processed her words, feeling a mix of emotions – hurt, jealousy, but also a determination to grow and evolve as a partner.

“R-right...” You find yourself without words for a moment. “And...that's what he made you feel?

Jaana's cheeks flushed, and she nodded. ”Yeah. He did.“

You took another deep breath, letting go of your insecurities and choosing to focus on your love for her. ”I... I get it. I know I'm not the biggest guy around.“ You gesture at your painfully erect 6 cm penis. ”But I love you, and I want you to be happy with me...“ You brush her face with your fingers gently. ”I- I understand if you need...more. From someone else than me.“

Jaana looks shocked, but happy that you are not mad at her.

You squeeze her thighs reassuringly. ”It would be fun to be involved a bit sometimes though, you know?"

“I...I want to try something,” you said, your voice filled with determination. “I want us to explore this together. I want to be part of it, even if it's just in a small way. I want to be the one who cleans you up after, who tastes your sweetness on my tongue.”

Jaana's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she leaned in closer. “Really? You'd do that for me?”

You nodded, feeling a thrill at the prospect. “Yes. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy and satisfied.”

Jaana's smile grew, and she whispered, “W-wow... I love you. You're amazing.” She touches her lips with her fingers and plants them on your lips in turn. “So, I would become...one of them hotwives, right?”

“Heh, I guess that would make you a hotwife, yeah.”

“You've been a good boy,” Jaana said, her voice filled with excitement. “I think it's high time you received a reward for your good behaviour.”

You could feel your heart racing as Jaana turned around on top of you, pushing her pussy yet again on your face while taking your erect penis in her mouth.

“G-god, that feels amazing, Jaana.” You mutter before you bury your face between her labia.

As the days went by, Jaana continued to crave the attention of other men. She found excuses to wear revealing outfits, to flirt shamelessly, and to make sure she was always the center of attention whenever they were out in public.

You couldn't help but notice the changes in her, and you felt a mix of emotions – jealousy, insecurity, but also a sense of excitement and anticipation for what might come next.

One evening, as you were lounging on the couch, Jaana walked into the room, looking stunning in a short dress that showcased her curves.

“Hey, honey,” she said, dropping down beside you and giving you a playful nuzzle. “The girls asked me out again... I hope you won't mint?” She pokes at you playfully. “Even if I get a little naughty, right?” She slowly lifts her skirt, revealing her panties. “I'm wearing my crotchless panties you gave me last year, hehe.”

You can feel your penis stiffen as you look at Jaana's sexy figure. “W-wow... Y-yeah, you can go.”

Jaana pats your erection over your jeans and gives you a mocking disapproving look. “This isn't for you, honey. You know that.” She places her index finger against your lips. “I'm afraid my pussy is reserved for only big boys tonight...”

With a wink, Jaana gets up and heads out of the room, leaving you feeling both intrigued and a bit deflated. You rub your hand over your cock, trying to calm it down, but it's no use – the thought of Jaana being with someone else has already gotten to you.

You spend the night watching TV, waiting for Jaana to return. As the night grows long, your eyelids start to grow heavy.

You hear the front door open and close, followed by the sound of laughter and chatter from the living room. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you get up to join them.

As you enter the room, you see Jaana sitting on the couch, her skirt hiked up around her hips, a man's hands caressing her inner thighs slowly. The air is thick with the scent of sex and perfume, and you can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Jaana looks up at you with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey, honey! I didn't know you were awake,” she says, her voice husky from the evening's activities.

The man, who's been sitting next to her, turns to face you, his gaze lingering on your crotch before meeting your eyes. He's a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, and he exudes an air of confidence that makes you feel a little self-conscious about your own stature.

“Ah, this is my husband,” Jaana says, her hand resting on the man's lower abdomen. “Honey, this is Michael, one of my friends from work.”

You nod at him, trying to play it cool despite the surge of jealousy that's coursing through your veins. “Hi, Michael,” you say, feeling a bit awkward.

Michael stands up, his movements fluid and deliberate. “Nice to meet you,” he says, his voice low and smooth. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.”

“No, I think he was just about to go to bed,” Jaana says, smiling up at Michael as she pats the spot next to her. “Isn't thar right, sweetheart?”

Michael looks at you questioningly with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Y-yeah...” You try your best to sound confident, but your voice wavers a bit. “I'm dead tired. If you guys want to stay up a bit longer, I won't mind. See you in the morning, honey.”

With a final glance at Jaana, who is smiling mischievously at you as Michael is sitting down, you make your way upstairs to the master bedroom.

You climb the stairs, feeling a mix of emotions swirl inside you. You're relieved to be leaving them alone, yet a part of you can't help but wonder what's going on between Jaana and Michael – and what it means for your relationship.

As you slip into bed, you can't shake off the feeling that everything has changed. The room seems darker, the shadows cast by the moonlight creeping through the blinds taking on a sinister quality.

You toss and turn, your mind racing with thoughts of Jaana, Michael, and the future of your relationship. Just when you think you might drift off to sleep, you hear the sound of footsteps outside the room, followed by the creak of the door as it opens.

Jaana slips into the room, her hair still slightly disheveled, her eyes gleaming with a secret knowledge. She climbs into bed beside you, her body radiating warmth and sensuality.

“How was your night, sweetheart?” she whispers, her voice husky from the evening's activities.

You yawn, trying to play it cool despite the lingering curiosity in your mind. “Oh, just got some rest,” you say, your voice casual. “Too tired to keep my eyes open.”

Jaana snuggles closer to you, her breath warm against your ear. “I'm glad you're getting enough sleep, honey. I had a nice time tonight...with Michael.”

The words hang in the air, and you can feel the weight of unspoken questions and desires between you.

“You know, as charming as Michael was,” Jaana says, her voice low and sultry as she nestles deeper into the blankets. “There's no one I'd rather be talking to right now than you.”

She pauses, her gaze lingering on yours before she continues. “But seriously, tonight was amazing, honey. I mean, did you see Michael's hands? They're massive. When he massaged and groped me, it felt like I was a toy in his hands.”

Jaana takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion. “And...sorry to tell you this, but his cock is like three times as thick as yours... I never stood a chance.”

As she speaks, her words paint vivid pictures in your mind. You can almost see Michael's intense gaze, feel his strong hands on Jaana's skin, and imagine him whipping out his huge member.

“If you want to hear more... Well, I'm feeling a little messy right now,” Jaana says, her voice husky as she looks at you. “Good boys who clean up their girlfriends will get a bedtime story.” She gives you a naughty smile.

“You know, as charming as Michael was,” Jaana says, her voice low and sultry as she nestles deeper into the blankets. “There's no one I'd rather be talking to right now than you.”

She pauses, her gaze lingering on yours before she continues. “But seriously, tonight was amazing, honey. I mean, did you see Michael's hands? They're massive. When he massaged and groped me, it felt like I was a toy in his hands.”

Jaana takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion. “And...sorry to tell you this, but his cock is like three times as thick as yours... I never stood a chance.”

As she speaks, her words paint vivid pictures in your mind. You can almost see Michael's intense gaze, feel his strong hands on Jaana's skin, and imagine him whipping out his huge member.

“If you want to hear more... Well, I'm feeling a little messy right now,” Jaana says, her voice husky as she looks at you. “Good boys who clean up their girlfriends will get a bedtime story.” She gives you a naughty smile.

You look down at Jaana, your eyes drawn to the evidence of her arousal. Your own cock stirs in response, and you can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards Michael – not just because of his physical attributes, but also because of the connection they seemed to share.

Despite the twinge, you find yourself wanting to make amends, to show Jaana that you're still the one she loves and desires. You nod, your decision made.

“Okay, I'll play good boy,” you say, your voice husky with desire. “Tell me more about the night, and then I'll take care of you.”

Jaana's smile widens, and she leans back against the pillows, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, let's start from the beginning. Michael came over, and we started making out on the couch. He had this dominating way of kissing me, like he owned me already... And when he undressed me, I felt like a work of art being unveiled.”

“He fingered me for a while, teasing me...until I was begging for him to fuck me,” Jaana says, her voice husky with remembered pleasure. “He didn't say anything, but he mounted me. Seriously, he was towering over me, and I had never felt so small during sex. And his cock is so thick, honey, that I feared it might feel like a punch to the pussy every time he thrusts inside me. But thank god it was different. Tonight, he really went slow at first, savoring every moment, every inch of me.”

She pauses, a sly smile spreading across her face. “He licked my nipples, sucked on them like he was in heat. And when he finally entered me, it was painful for a short moment...but soon I could feel nothing but pleasure and a stretching feeling. The way he moved in and out of me, the way his hips smashed against mine once he got going... It was like nothing I've ever experienced before.”

As she speaks, you can feel your own cock throbbing with desire, begging for release. You know that you have to move quickly, to take care of Jaana before your own needs become too overwhelming.

“Wow,” you say, your eyes locked on Jaana's as you try to process everything she's told you. “You're really making me jealous, you know that?”

Jaana's smile widens, and she reaches out to stroke your cheek. “I'm sorry, honey. But I just...want to be completely open and honest with you. And besides, this doesn't change how much I love and adore you.”

You nod, trying to take comfort in her words. But deep down, you can't help but feel a twinge of insecurity.

“So, what do you want me to do now?” you ask, trying to push aside your doubts and focus on taking care of Jaana.

Jaana's eyes sparkle mischievously as she responds. “Well, I think you promised to clean me up...”

You lean in, your tongue darting out to tease her clit, then moving down to lap at her folds. Her taste is intoxicating – a sweet, tangy mix of arousal and desire that makes your mouth water. You take your time, savoring every moment, exploring every curve and crevice of her pussy.

As you work your magic, Jaana's reactions become more and more intense. She moans, her body arching up off the bed as she seeks more contact. Her hands thread through your hair, holding you close as she begins to tremble with anticipation.

“Oh, god...oh, honey...” she whispers, her voice trembling with release. “Michael's cock was so thick and hard inside me, I could feel him all the way to my womb... It was like he was pumping his seed right into my soul...”

Her scent fills the air – a heady mix of sex, sweat, and perfume that drives you wild. You can't get enough of her, and you press your face against her, drinking in every ounce of her essence.

“And- nnh- even after he came in me, he didn't stop.” Jaana pulls you deeper into her. “He kept pounding me...until he came into me again. Can you taste it?”

You give her a muffled affirmation which seems to satisfy her.

Jaana's breath comes in ragged gasps now, her hips bucking up to meet your tongue as she teeters on the brink of orgasm. And just when you think she's going to come, she suddenly freezes, her body tensing as a wave of pleasure crashes over her.

She pauses, taking a deep breath as she tries to compose herself. When she speaks again, her voice is husky with emotion.

“Thank you, honey... That was amazing.”

Jaana's words hang in the air, and you can feel the tension between you building once more. She reaches down, her hand closing around your cock as she pulls you up to her lips.

“Time for me to return the favor,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jaana's fingers wrap around your what now feels like an utterly tiny cock, and you can feel a wave of anticipation wash over you. But before she can start moving, you're already on the verge of exploding.

As soon as her hand makes contact with your penis, you let out a strangled cry, your body arching up off the bed as you come all over her hands. It's embarrassing, but also kind of liberating – you hadn't expected to lose control so quickly, but it feels good to just let go.

Jaana laughs, a delighted sound that fills the room. “Oh, honey, it's okay!” she says, her fingers still wrapped around your spent cock. “I'm glad you enjoyed it, even if it was a little...explosive.”

She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. “And I'm really happy,” she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. “This proves to me that you're okay with me...you know, enjoying other men too.”

You smile, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. It may not have been the most conventional way to end things, but in this moment, you're exactly where you want to be – wrapped in Jaana's arms, basking in the afterglow of great sex and connection.

You nod, understanding the unspoken truth behind her words. “Yeah, I'm okay with it,” you say, your voice soft with emotion. “I love you, no matter what.”

Jaana smiles, her eyes shining with tears. “I love you too, honey,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

The two of you lie there in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft rhythm of your breathing. Then, without another word, you both drift off to sleep, exhausted but happy.

The morning sun creeps through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir first, opening your eyes to find Jaana sleeping peacefully beside you. You smile, feeling grateful for this moment, for this love, and for this life you've built together.