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Hanging for Jenny
Jeannie
Hanging for Jenny
by Casanova X
There was nothing to do but admit it. Peter could never lie to Jenny anyway. Few people could. She had a well-deserved reputation as one of the best?and most ruthless?district ?attorneys in the state. Hardcore career criminals broke under her relentless cross-examinations. Besides, she already knew the truth. The credit card bills, the e-mails, even the birthday card Wendy had dared to send to their home. His wife stood in center of the living room, her well-tailored suit hugging her hot body, holding the evidence in her perfectly manicured hand.
How could he have been so stupid? How could he ever have thought he?d get away with such a thing? And even worse, why had he done it in the first place? Jenny was the most beautiful and sexy woman he?d ever known. And he?d been lucky enough to marry her in the first place. How in the world could he have gambled away his marriage for a casual fling? Peter stood there too stunned to speak afraid of what Jenny might say next.
?So it?s true, isn?t it?? she said.
There was no hurt in her voice. Only a cool, contemptuous certainty. Peter knew there was no point in lying any further. It would only make things worse.
?
??I?m sorry Jenny,? he said. ?Please, please it was all a terrible mistake. I don?t even know how it all got started. I don?t love her. I love you. Please forgive me Jenny. I swear on my life it won?t ever happen.?
?You?re damn right it won?t happen again. I told you what would I?d do if I ever caught you cheating.?
Peter felt a dizzying panic. Tears filled his eyes. The idea of losing Jenny was unthinkable.
?Jenny don?t,? his voice betrayed his desperation. ?Please don?t. I?ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything.?
She seemed to ponder his words for a moment. And Peter had the slimmest reason to hope that perhaps she?d forgive him, after all.
?Are you sure you know what you?re saying, Peter??
?Jenny please just let me make it up to you.?
?You?ll do anything??
?Yes anything!?
?Okay then,? his wife said. ?I want to hang you.?
In an instant, Peter felt the hope and joy he?d experienced the moment before vanish. It was that fetish again. Over the last four years of their marriage Jenny had often mentioned her fascination with erotic asphyxiation. On occasion Peter even let her wrap a scarf or a tie around his throat while they made love. She would tighten it slowly as she straddled him, his cock buried deep inside her, and very gently ?strangle? him while she used his body.
Peter had to admit it was an oddly erotic sensation. The constriction of the blood in his throat seemed to thicken his penis inside her and make his orgasm that much more powerful. And, to be truthful, it seemed to be the only way that Jenny really got off. Otherwise, she?d simply close her eyes during sex and basically masturbate herself to orgasm. If he wanted to feel that his beautiful wife was really making love to him, and not some fantasy in her mind, Peter learned he had to let her strangle him.
But hanging?that was a different story. He?d heard stories of people accidentally dying that way. Jenny argued that with a partner the practice was perfectly safe. The vast majority of tragic incidents involved those people who were practicing erotic asphyxiation by themselves and messed up. She said she?d ?hung? several boyfriends before they were married and knew exactly what she was doing. But, still, Peter found the idea frightening and, frankly, more than a bit on the weird side. Now, at last, it looked like he had no choice.
?Well?? Jenny said impatiently, her hands on her shapely hips. ?What?s it going to be? If you love me as much as you say, I would hardly think you would need so much time to decide.?
?I?m sorry Jenny,? he said. ?I do love you. But??
?But what?? Her tone was merciless.
?It scares me. I?d be so vulnerable. And you?re so angry with me??
Jenny sneered derisively. ?I guess you?ll just have to trust me the way I trusted you, won?t you?.?
?Jenny isn?t there some other way? Any other way? Please??
?No, that?s my offer. Take it or leave it.?
And with that, she spun on her heel and left the room.
# # #
Peter knew she was right. He had broken whatever trust had existed between them. But was putting his life literally in her hands the only way? Without Jenny, Peter considered there would be no life worth living anyway. Besides, he probably was just being a wuss. Jenny was nothing if not supremely competent and circumspect. If she said she could hang him safely, then she meant it. He?d be safe in her hands. Even if there was a tiny risk of something going wrong, it was worth it if it meant winning Jenny back.
Peter walked down the hall and knocked quietly at the door of Jenny?s study. She looked up from some papers on her desk.
?Yes??
?Okay,? Peter said. ?Do it. Hang me.?
Jenny didn?t seem surprised by his decision.
?You?re certain of this Peter??
He tried to make
his voice sound more sure than he actually felt.? ?Yes.?
Jenny nodded.
?Good. I?m glad to see you?re ready to take some responsibility for your
behavior and to make an honest effort at amends. I?ve taken the liberty of
typing up your confession.?
?My confession?? Peter looked down at the papers she?d slid across the desk.
A brief glance told him that they contained a full and sordid admission of his affair with Wendy and apologized in the most abject terms for having hurt his faithful and loving wife.
?Jenny is this really necessary?I mean, legally if you want to divorce me you could use this in court against me??
?Sign it, Peter.?
He took the pen and signed the document. If she did decide to divorce him, this document would insure that Jenny could take everything they had. If she divorced him, Peter reasoned, it wouldn?t matter. He would have lost the only thing that mattered to him: her.
Jenny folded up the papers and slid them into a large envelope which she sealed and locked away in her desk drawer.
?Consider yourself on death row,? Jenny said, showing the first crack of a smile in the stony mask she?d been wearing since confronting Peter about the affair. ?Your execution is set for Friday. Don?t expect a reprieve.?
She told Peter he?d receive instructions at work on the day of his ?execution? and that he wasn?t to bring up the topic again. He?d be sleeping in the guest room until then. With that, she dismissed him from her office to take a call.
?Close the door behind you,? she called after him, when she answered the phone. Just before he closed the door, Peter could hear his wife laughing softly and talking in low, unmistakably intimate terms with whoever was on the other end.
# # #
?
The rest of the week passed with a kind of surreal normalcy. Peter went to work
each morning and came home each night as usual. He and Jenny ate dinner
together at home except for the nights she was held up at the courthouse. Jenny
was pleasant enough and they made the usual small talk. Peter bought her
flowers and candy which she accepted without comment. After dinner, Jenny would
retire to her office to work on legal briefs until bedtime. Then she?d put her
head into the living room where Peter was reading or watching tv to say a cursory ?goodnight,? before retiring upstairs
to the bedroom. Peter figured they wouldn?t be sleeping together again until
his ?execution? was carried out on Friday and his debt was paid.
# # #
Peter took Wendy out for lunch one last time. He told her that their affair was over, that Jenny had found out. He told Wendy that they had to stop seeing each other. He was in love with his wife and could never leave her. He apologize and took full responsibility for what had happened, even though he knew it was the beautiful Japanese businesswoman who?d seduced him in the bar that first night. Still, he didn?t want any trouble and figured taking the blame would make the sudden break go down easier. To his surprise, Wendy didn?t seem at all upset. If anything, she seemed somewhat amused to learn that he?d gotten caught and that made Peter a little angry. She probably did this all the time, he thought?a bitch who got her kicks wrecking other people?s marriages.
# # #
On Friday morning Peter showered, dressed, and left for work as usual. Jenny still made no mention of my punishment over breakfast and he almost wondered if she had forgotten all about it. He was disabused of any notion of clemency the moment he entered his office and read the email. It was from Jenny, but not from her usual account. The subject line was ?The Prisoner? so he recognized the email as hers. The message was brief, impersonal, and contained very explicit instructions of what he was to do that day. Some of it, quite frankly, sounded rather strange.
Strange?
Peter thought, with a
nervous laugh. Stranger
than hanging me?
?The prisoner,? Jenny wrote, ?is to leave the office at noon claiming he feels ill and proceed home. Once there, the prisoner will shower and shave his entire body except for the hair on his head. He is to put on the clothing that?s been left in his cell, drink the carafe of wine he?ll find there, and cuff his hands behind his back with the restrains provided. Then he is to proceed to the storage area under the basement stairs where he will wait on his knees for the execution of his sentence. Failure to comply, and divorce proceedings will be initiated at once.?
Peter shut the door and re-read the email several times, jotting down the list of tasks on a small notepad, his cock stiffening inside his pants. Then he carefully deleted the email from his mailbox afraid that someone in the office might see it.
Could it be possible that this scenario was turning him on as much as it was Jenny? After a week of abstinence, Peter was dying to fuck his beautiful wife again.
???????????
Totally distracted, he didn?t get much work done that morning and after lunch, during which he was too excited to eat a thing, he notified his supervisor that he?d have to leave for the day on account of illness.
# # #
Peter followed Jenny?s email instructions to the letter. He showered, depilated his body, and now padded naked to the guest room. Lying on the spare bed was a simple pale blue shift that looked something like a hospital gown. Beside it lay a pair of cheap rubber flip-flops. Peter shrugged, put on the outfit, sat on the bed, and poured out the first glass from the carafe of wine on the nightstand. He was starting to feel nervous, but, fortunately, the first glass of wine calmed him down.
The second mellowed him out.
And the third made Peter almost sleepy.
Before he passed out entirely, he snapped the cuffs Jenny had left on the nightstand beside the carafe around his wrists, slipped his bare feet into the rubber flip-flops, and scuffed his way down to the basement. He crouched down on his knees in the cramped space and fell asleep while waiting for Jenny to arrive.
# # #
Peter blinked into the light. He had no idea how long he?d been out. Jenny was standing over him, wearing one of her grey powersuits and black pumps. She seemed pleased to see that he?d followed her instructions. She didn?t say a word, but closed the door of the storage room, and went upstairs.
# # #
Zoning in and out of consciousness, Peter could hear that Jenny was taking her own shower and, afterwards, blowing out her hair as if she were going out for the evening. By the time he heard her high heels on the stairs, however, he was wide awake. He passed some anxious moments wondering what would happen next when Jenny opened the door of his makeshift cell. The first thing Peter saw were his wife pretty feet inside a pair of her most feminine high-heeled sandals. His eyes traveled upwards. Her elegant black evening dress was slit up one side, revealing a flash of naked thigh. She wore her long brunette hair in a formal updo with long dangle earrings. Her smooth white shoulders were exposed and around her neck she wore a velvet choker with a diamond pendant that Peter didn?t remember ever seeing before.
He started to say something about how beautiful she looked but Jenny sharply told him to shut up. He was a prisoner and had no right to speak unless he was directly addressed. She ordered him to follow her upstairs and he did so as quickly as his handcuffs, stiff legs, and drunkenness allowed. Jenny had placed a simple wooden stool in the middle of the living room. She ordered him to stand on the chair and he shakily did as she said. From the ceiling a thick hemp noose hung down from a heavy duty u-ring fixed to the ceiling. Had Jenny put it up just this week? It was hard to believe she?d done the work herself. Had she asked someone? Who?
He wanted to ask, but somehow he was afraid of the answer he might get. And then, too, the wine and whatever was in it made his thinking a little fuzzy.
Jenny carried over a small step-ladder that she used to take things off the top shelves of the kitchen cabinet. She slipped the noose over Peter?s head and tightened the knot just below left ear. She pulled on the rope a little, tightening it around his throat, and forcing him up onto his toes for breath.
?Jeezus Jenny,? he gasped.
She smiled slightly, but said nothing. Then she climbed off the step-ladder and carried it off towards the kitchen. On the way, she casually called back, ?Oh, by the way, I?ve invited some company over to witness your execution, honey.?
?What?? Peter sputtered, trying to keep my balance on the chair, but Jenny had disappeared into the kitchen.
When she re-emerged she was carrying a large deli platter. She began arranging the table?silverware, plates, glass?while Peter tried to take in what was happening. Wine, and a few covered dishes followed. It looked like she was hosting a casual dinner party right in the middle of their perverse sex-game.
?Jenny?what are you doing??
?Did you say something prisoner?? she asked, coming over to the chair and yanking on the part of the rope that ran from the U-bolt to another he hadn?t noticed before in the floorboard behind him. Nothing came from Peter?s mouth but a wet strangled sound. He could feel his face flush and turn red. His wife relaxed her grip. ?No? I didn?t think so. Because you haven?t been given the right to speak.?
She left him tottering on his toes trying to keep his balance while she put on some soft jazz and finished preparing for the company. Peter wasn?t looking forward to being put on public display in front of Jenny?s friends, but at this point what choice did he have? And maybe she had some justification for doing it this way. After all, he had humiliated her. Perhaps this little ceremony would even the score and relieve the terrible guilt he felt once and for all.
# # #
The doorbell rang and the first of Jenny?s guests began arriving. Each of them was elegantly dressed in evening wear. Jenny offered them wine and something to eat and then invited them to see the ?prisoner.? Peter was somewhat relieved to realize that he didn?t recognize any of them. The women stood around him munching appetizers, sipping wine, and nonchalantly appraising him. One of them, a young society-type with her blonde hair slicked back into a domina?s severe bun, breezily asked Jenny if she was intending on keeping the prisoner dressed for the execution.
?Oh no!? Jenny said. ?He hangs nude. I just wanted him to be presentable for the trial.?
?Well,? the immaculately tailored blonde said, ?he is presentable. I?m going to enjoy watching him swing.? And with that she reached up and smacked Peter on the ass.
As best Peter could tell, there were twelve guests in all?all women, ranging in age from early twenties to the oldest, a well-preserved and still sexy woman of around sixty. They chatted and ate and drank as if nothing were out of the ordinary, as if a gathering of this type were almost routine. And, as it turned out, it was. From what Peter gathered from his precarious perch on top of the chair, they were all members of a hanging fetish group. Whenever a member had found a victim, they got together to stage an ?execution.? Most of those present tonight came from the U.S. but they had members around the world. One woman had even come from Brazil and another from Moscow, just to watch Peter hang. How Jenny could have kept this secret from him all these years was more than Peter could fathom. Surely, it was a lot to take in, especially in the hazy mental state Peter found himself in. But he couldn?t help but think that Jenny?s secret seemed almost as wrong as him having had an affair.
After a while, Jenny called the assembled guests to order. She produced the manila folder with the ?evidence? of his affair with Wendy and read it all in embarrassing detail. Peter blushed with shame, hoping she would stop. But she went through every last detail. How had she found out so much? Had she hired a private detective to spy on him? When she was done she asked Peter if he had anything to say in his defense. Peter could do nothing more than stammer out another lame apology. Jenny brushed it aside with a contemptuous wave of her hand. Then she put his fate up to a vote of the assembled jury. Peter knew he didn?t have a chance. It was unanimous.
?Well the verdict is in, darling,? Jenny said. ?I?m afraid its bad news for you. You?re going to hang.?
Just then the doorbell rang and one of the women went down to answer it. Peter heard some talking in the entranceway downstairs and then the sound of footsteps and excited conversation on the way up.? It was Wendy looking sexy in a red wrap-around formal dress, her hair also done up, and silver high-heeled sandals on her feet.
?I?m not too late for the hanging I hope?? Wendy said.
?Not at all? Jenny said casually.
Jenny saw the shocked expression on her husband?s face and seemed to relish explaining this most unusual turn of events. She told Peter she knew he?d never have the balls to cheat on her himself she?d solicited Wendy to have an affair with him. She was a Tokyo member of the hanging fetish group. Peter could hardly believe what he was hearing. And it got only worse. Jenny explained how the group often culled victims from boyfriends or lovers, and occasionally spouses who?ve worn out their welcome.?
?We decided we were due for a little entertainment,? Jenny said, ?and I volunteered you honey. You see, I?ve grown rather bored with you.?
?Jenny, this is some kind of gag, right??
?Sorry dear. Its no joke.?
?You set me up??
?That?s what they all say.?
?Jenny, you can?t do this?its murder??
?The confession I had you sign, well, it was soooo remorseful. I?m sure that it will be enough to have your death ruled a suicide. Especially when its discovered that I did indeed file for divorce when I learned of your affair.?
?That?s right Peter,? a man?s mellow voice came from somewhere off to Peter?s left. ?I?m representing your wife. Or should I say your ex-wife. Well, to be perfectly accurate, your merry widow.?
As he stepped into view, Peter recognized the man as a senior partner in Jenny?s law office. He slipped a possessive arm around his wife?s tiny waist and pulled her close. She didn?t resist. Just the opposite. She gazed up at him fondly, and they shared a passionate, if familiar kiss.
?You see,? he said, when he came up for air, ?it was me who introduced Jenny to the club. I don?t usually attend the executions of male victims, that?s usually reserved for a girl?s nights out, but I figured this was a special occasion.?
Wendy stepped forward with a pair of shears. Looking up with a sly smirk, she asked Peter if he had any last words, but he was too stunned to speak.
?Okay then,? the pretty Japanese woman said, ?the prisoner shall be stripped!?
There was enthusiastic applause from the ladies and Wendy easily shred the gown Peter wore to pieces with the scissors. He stood there naked on the chair in front of twelve leering shouting women, including Jenny, and worst of all, her lover, who stood in the corner, arms folded across his big chest, watching Peter with a smug victorious look on his face.
?Jenny,? Peter managed to stammer, but still hardly able to speak. ?Tell me this is all still a game? Please??
?Sorry darling,? she said coolly. ?It?s a death sentence.?
?Jenny?? Peter said desperately, ?Jenny, please?I have to pee?please let me down??
But Jenny wasn?t listening. No one was. To the cheers and catcalls of the audience of well-dressed women, his wife stepped around behind him and Peter could feel the stool being slowly tilted away from under his feet. He tried to step backwards as quickly as he could but he was only delaying the inevitable. Soon the stool was swept out from under him completely and his legs swung free, the sudden added weight pulling the noose tighter around his throat. There was a gasp of excitement from the ladies present and Peter?s legs started wildly kicking the air. One of his flip-flops flew off his foot. Then he hung still for a moment, his toes straining to touch the floor. The blood seemed to stop inside his head and he could hear the thunder of his own heartbeat. He opened his mouth and gasped for air but he could hardly draw a breath.
Panicked, he started wildly kicking again, like a fish at the end of a line, but quickly exhausted himself. He hung silently, mouth gaping, trying to suck air.
He could feel an unbearable pressure building behind his eyes. He searched the faces surrounding him for mercy but there was none. Instead several of the women seemed to be laughing and pointing at his crotch. He couldn?t hear what they were saying because of the pounding in his ears but he knew what they were pointing at. The constriction around his throat had the predictable effect on his cock which was now fully and painfully erect. The noose tightened even more. His legs were now so heavy it was an effort to move them at all.
His trembling toes continued to point towards the floor, but of course Jenny made sure he was hung just a couple of tantalizing inches too high. Yes, it was only a matter of inches. But those few inches were all the difference between life and death The weight of his legs steadily tightened the noose. His remaining flip-flop dangled momentarily off the tips of his rigid toes and then fell to the floor.
Peter could feel himself beginning to black out from lack of air. He tried to call out to Jenny but nothing came from his lips but a ghastly gurgle and a thin line of frothy saliva. Certainly this had to be a game? She couldn?t have planned this as she had said? This had to be all part of the lesson she had wanted to teach him. Such were Peter?s final, self-deluding, and panicked thoughts.
He tried to move his eyes around the room but he couldn?t find Jenny anywhere. O god Jenny where are you, he thought. You wouldn?t let me die like this, would you?
Just as he tried to call out to Jenny again something totally unexpected happened. Peter? felt an involuntarily tightening of his pelvic and sphincter muscles and without warning he began involuntarily humping the empty air. The catcalls and whistles from the women pierced the thudding fog inside his head.
Oh god, Peter wondered, why are they doing this? How can they just sit there and watch while this is happening?
But these thoughts were quickly chased away by the orgasmic wave building swiftly through his body. It shook him all the way from his straining toes to his pounding head and then the pressure exploded out of his cock in a seemingly endless white loop of come that had the ladies squealing with glee and ducking for cover.
?Did I miss something??
It was Jenny.
?He just came!? three of the women offered in unision
?What a coincidence,? Jenny said almost dreamily. ?So did I.?
Even in the sad state Peter was in, profusely sweating, choking, nearly unconscious, he recognized Jenny?s sweet voice over the din. With his eyes alone, he searched for her face in the crowd, knowing instinctively he didn?t have much longer to live. He still held onto the hope that she?d let him down. He had learned his lesson. He had been humiliated. And she?d gotten her revenge. She stood across the room from his hanging, naked body. She looked disheveled, her lipstick smeared, and she was leaning against Jim. She looked happy and satiated. She reluctantly unthreaded her arm from Jim?s and walked slowly towards him.
Oh please hurry Jenny! Peter thought. His brain felt like it was going to explode from the building pressure. Please hurry!
But Jenny was in no hurry. She sauntered towards him at an agonizingly slow pace. He couldn?t breathe at all now, the noose around his throat having tightened to its maximum closing off his windpipe completely. His legs hung down lifeless and heavy. He was undergoing the final agonies of strangulation. Jenny stood under him now and he tried to speak. Not a sound came from his gaping salivating mouth. Jenny smiled sweetly. She reached up and gave his balls a vicious twist. Peter, his face swollen and purpled with incipient necrosis, grimaced in pain.
?Thank you darling,? his wife said. ?I?ve always wanted to do this to you.?
He tried one last time to speak: a long stream of drool poured from his numb lips.
?It?s okay honey,? Jenny said, running a finger along his thigh and savoring the taste of the sweat and semen that glistened there. ?Don?t fight it. It?s time for you to die. ?
She stepped back and the enormity of what she said hit Peter. This was it. There was no turning back. This was no game. She had intended to snuff him all along. She stepped back so that the others could see. He looked at them all one last time. Their eyes were glistening with excitement and anticipation. A few of them had even slipped their hands under their fancy dresses, stroking themselves. Peter?s terrified eyes caught sight of Wendy, smiling serenely in the arms of the handsome older woman, who was feeling up her pert little tits. Wendy gave him a lascivious wink and blew him a kiss. In one final mute appeal he rolled his bulging eyes towards Jenny but she only mouthed the words:
Its time to die..
Or maybe she said them. Peter couldn?t be sure. The blood was thundering in his head now and his heart was broken and laboring in vain. His lungs were on fire. It was true. It was time for him to die and his body knew it. Peter felt a tremendous build-up of pressure in his bladder and at first he tried to let only a little leak out. Even now, he was still trying to hold on to some last vestige of dignity. But the next thing he knew the piss was scalding his thighs. He heard it pattering the carpet. Jenny had been talking about getting a new one.
The terrible sadness of his imminent death struck Peter like a hammer-blow. All at once he realized that there was no dignity left him The end was inevitable and to resist was not only futile but would only prolong his indignity. Yes, the most dignified thing to do was to give up and die. That was all that Jenny had left him with.
Something inside still wanted to hang on but Peter gave that something up. He let himself go limp. He felt the flood of warm piss that was now pouring down his legs. There was something comforting about the feeling, something almost liberating. When it was over, he felt the last of his urine dripping from his bare toes.
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His body was going into its death throes now. He could feel it terminally shaking, trembling, dancing at the end of the rope. He was putting on a good show, but it was out of his hands now. He had done all he could to surrender. It was up to his body now. Peter could only hope that he was doing Jenny proud. It was a strange thing to think, but he still loved her, would always love her, and he wanted her to remember him fondly. It was all he had left.
They say that you stay around just a little bit after you?re already dead. Peter heard the last thud of his heart stopping in mid-beat. He felt his tongue swell and force itself between his bloated lips. He tasted the blood and saliva trickling down his chin. His eyes had rolled upward and the last thing he saw was the o-ring screwed into the ceiling. His next to last thought was that Jim must have put it there. His very last thought surprised even Peter: he hoped they would be happy together.
Its true that the last thing to go is your hearing.
Peter faded away to the sound of distant applause.
Hanging
for Jenny
by Casanova X
There was
nothing to do but admit it. Peter could never lie to Jenny anyway. Few people
could. She had a well-deserved reputation as one of the best?and most ruthless?district ?attorneys in
the state. Hardcore career criminals broke under her relentless
cross-examinations. Besides, she already knew the truth. The credit card bills,
the e-mails, even the birthday card Wendy had dared to send to their home. His
wife stood in center of the living room, her well-tailored suit hugging her hot
body, holding the evidence in her perfectly manicured hand.
How could he have
been so stupid? How could he ever have thought he?d get away with such a thing?
And even worse, why had he done it in the first place? Jenny was the most
beautiful and sexy woman he?d ever known. And he?d been lucky enough to marry
her in the first place. How in the world could he have gambled away his marriage
for a casual fling? Peter stood there too stunned to speak afraid of what Jenny
might say next.
?So it?s true,
isn?t it?? she said.
There was no
hurt in her voice. Only a cool, contemptuous certainty.
Peter knew there was no point in lying any further. It would only make things
worse.
?
??I?m sorry Jenny,? he said. ?Please, please it
was all a terrible mistake. I don?t even know how it all got started. I don?t
love her. I love you. Please forgive me Jenny. I swear on my life it won?t ever
happen.?
?You?re damn
right it won?t happen again. I told you what would I?d
do if I ever caught you cheating.?
Peter felt a
dizzying panic. Tears filled his eyes. The idea of losing Jenny was unthinkable.
?Jenny don?t,? his voice betrayed his desperation. ?Please don?t.
I?ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything.?
She seemed to
ponder his words for a moment. And Peter had the slimmest reason to hope that
perhaps she?d forgive him, after all.
?Are you sure
you know what you?re saying, Peter??
?Jenny please just
let me make it up to you.?
?You?ll do
anything??
?Yes anything!?
?Okay then,? his
wife said. ?I want to hang you.?
In an instant, Peter
felt the hope and joy he?d experienced the moment before vanish. It was that
fetish again. Over the last four years of their marriage Jenny had often mentioned
her fascination with erotic asphyxiation. On occasion Peter even let her wrap a
scarf or a tie around his throat while they made love. She would tighten it
slowly as she straddled him, his cock buried deep
inside her, and very gently ?strangle? him while she used his body.
Peter had to
admit it was an oddly erotic sensation. The constriction of the blood in his throat
seemed to thicken his penis inside her and make his orgasm that much more
powerful. And, to be truthful, it seemed to be the only way that Jenny really
got off. Otherwise, she?d simply close her eyes during sex and basically
masturbate herself to orgasm. If he wanted to feel that his beautiful wife was really
making love to him, and not some fantasy in her mind, Peter learned he had to
let her strangle him.
But hanging?that
was a different story. He?d heard stories of people accidentally dying that
way. Jenny argued that with a partner the practice was perfectly safe. The vast
majority of tragic incidents involved those people who were practicing erotic
asphyxiation by themselves and messed up. She said she?d ?hung? several boyfriends
before they were married and knew exactly what she was doing. But, still, Peter
found the idea frightening and, frankly, more than a bit on the weird side.
Now, at last, it looked like he had no choice.
?Well?? Jenny said
impatiently, her hands on her shapely hips. ?What?s it going to be? If you love
me as much as you say, I would hardly think you would need so much time to
decide.?
?I?m sorry
Jenny,? he said. ?I do love you. But??
?But
what?? Her tone was
merciless.
?It scares me.
I?d be so vulnerable. And you?re so angry with me??
Jenny sneered
derisively. ?I guess you?ll just have to trust me the way I trusted you, won?t
you?.?
?Jenny isn?t
there some other way? Any other way? Please??
?No, that?s my
offer. Take it or leave it.?
And with that, she
spun on her heel and left the room.
# # #
Peter knew she
was right. He had broken whatever trust had existed between them. But was
putting his life literally in her hands the only way? Without Jenny, Peter
considered there would be no life worth living anyway. Besides, he probably was
just being a wuss. Jenny was nothing if not supremely
competent and circumspect. If she said she could hang him safely, then she
meant it. He?d be safe in her hands. Even if there was a tiny risk of something
going wrong, it was worth it if it meant winning Jenny back.
Peter walked
down the hall and knocked quietly at the door of Jenny?s study. She looked up from
some papers on her desk.
?Yes??
?Okay,? Peter said.
?Do it. Hang me.?
Jenny didn?t
seem surprised by his decision.
?You?re certain
of this Peter??
He tried to make
his voice sound more sure than he actually felt.? ?Yes.?
Jenny nodded.
?Good. I?m glad to see you?re ready to take some responsibility for your
behavior and to make an honest effort at amends. I?ve taken the liberty of
typing up your confession.?
?My
confession?? Peter
looked down at the papers she?d slid across the desk.
A brief glance
told him that they contained a full and sordid admission of his affair with
Wendy and apologized in the most abject terms for having hurt his faithful and
loving wife.
?Jenny is this
really necessary?I mean, legally if you want to divorce me you could use this
in court against me??
?Sign it,
Peter.?
He took the pen
and signed the document. If she did decide to divorce him, this document would
insure that Jenny could take everything they had. If she divorced him, Peter
reasoned, it wouldn?t matter. He would have lost the only thing that mattered
to him: her.
Jenny folded up
the papers and slid them into a large envelope which she sealed and locked away
in her desk drawer.
?Consider yourself on death row,? Jenny said, showing the first crack of
a smile in the stony mask she?d been wearing since confronting Peter about the affair.
?Your execution is set for Friday. Don?t expect a reprieve.?
She told Peter
he?d receive instructions at work on the day of his ?execution? and that he
wasn?t to bring up the topic again. He?d be sleeping in the guest room until
then. With that, she dismissed him from her office to take a call.
?Close the door
behind you,? she called after him, when she answered the phone. Just before he
closed the door, Peter could hear his wife laughing softly and talking in low,
unmistakably intimate terms with whoever was on the other end.
# # #
?
The rest of the week passed with a kind of surreal normalcy. Peter went to work
each morning and came home each night as usual. He and Jenny ate dinner
together at home except for the nights she was held up at the courthouse. Jenny
was pleasant enough and they made the usual small talk. Peter bought her
flowers and candy which she accepted without comment. After dinner, Jenny would
retire to her office to work on legal briefs until bedtime. Then she?d put her
head into the living room where Peter was reading or watching tv to say a cursory ?goodnight,? before retiring upstairs
to the bedroom. Peter figured they wouldn?t be sleeping together again until
his ?execution? was carried out on Friday and his debt was paid.
# # #
Peter took Wendy
out for lunch one last time. He told her that their affair was over, that Jenny
had found out. He told Wendy that they had to stop seeing each other. He was in
love with his wife and could never leave her. He apologize and took full responsibility
for what had happened, even though he knew it was the beautiful Japanese
businesswoman who?d seduced him in the bar that first night. Still, he didn?t
want any trouble and figured taking the blame would make the sudden break go
down easier. To his surprise, Wendy didn?t seem at all upset. If anything, she
seemed somewhat amused to learn that he?d gotten caught and that made Peter a
little angry. She probably did this all the time, he thought?a bitch who got her kicks wrecking other people?s marriages.
# # #
On Friday
morning Peter showered, dressed, and left for work as usual. Jenny still made
no mention of my punishment over breakfast and he almost wondered if she had
forgotten all about it. He was disabused of any notion of clemency the moment
he entered his office and read the email. It was from Jenny, but not from her
usual account. The subject line was ?The Prisoner? so he recognized the email
as hers. The message was brief, impersonal, and contained very explicit
instructions of what he was to do that day. Some of it, quite frankly, sounded
rather strange.
Strange?
Peter thought, with a
nervous laugh. Stranger
than hanging me?
?The prisoner,?
Jenny wrote, ?is to leave the office at
Peter shut the
door and re-read the email several times, jotting down the list of tasks on a
small notepad, his cock stiffening inside his pants. Then he carefully deleted
the email from his mailbox afraid that someone in the office might see it.
Could it be
possible that this scenario was turning him on as much as it was Jenny? After a
week of abstinence, Peter was dying to fuck his beautiful wife again.
???????????
Totally
distracted, he didn?t get much work done that morning and after lunch, during
which he was too excited to eat a thing, he notified his supervisor that he?d
have to leave for the day on account of illness.
# # #
Peter followed Jenny?s
email instructions to the letter. He showered, depilated his body, and now
padded naked to the guest room. Lying on the spare bed was a simple pale blue
shift that looked something like a hospital gown. Beside it lay a pair of cheap
rubber flip-flops. Peter shrugged, put on the outfit, sat on the bed, and
poured out the first glass from the carafe of wine on the nightstand. He was starting
to feel nervous, but, fortunately, the first glass of wine calmed him down.
The second
mellowed him out.
And the third
made Peter almost sleepy.
Before he passed
out entirely, he snapped the cuffs Jenny had left on the nightstand beside the
carafe around his wrists, slipped his bare feet into the rubber flip-flops, and
scuffed his way down to the basement. He crouched down on his knees in the
cramped space and fell asleep while waiting for Jenny to arrive.
# # #
Peter blinked
into the light. He had no idea how long he?d been out. Jenny was standing over
him, wearing one of her grey powersuits and black
pumps. She seemed pleased to see that he?d followed her instructions. She
didn?t say a word, but closed the door of the storage room, and went upstairs.
# # #
Zoning in and
out of consciousness, Peter could hear that Jenny was taking her own shower and,
afterwards, blowing out her hair as if she were going out for the evening. By
the time he heard her high heels on the stairs, however, he was wide awake. He
passed some anxious moments wondering what would happen next when Jenny opened
the door of his makeshift cell. The first thing Peter saw were
his wife pretty feet inside a pair of her most feminine high-heeled sandals.
His eyes traveled upwards. Her elegant black evening dress was slit up one
side, revealing a flash of naked thigh. She wore her long brunette hair in a
formal updo with long dangle earrings. Her smooth
white shoulders were exposed and around her neck she wore a velvet choker with
a diamond pendant that Peter didn?t remember ever seeing before.
He started to
say something about how beautiful she looked but Jenny sharply told him to shut
up. He was a prisoner and had no right to speak unless he was directly
addressed. She ordered him to follow her upstairs and he did so as quickly as
his handcuffs, stiff legs, and drunkenness allowed. Jenny had placed a simple
wooden stool in the middle of the living room. She ordered him to stand on the
chair and he shakily did as she said. From the ceiling a thick hemp noose hung
down from a heavy duty u-ring fixed to the ceiling. Had Jenny put it up just this
week? It was hard to believe she?d done the work herself. Had she asked
someone? Who?
He wanted to
ask, but somehow he was afraid of the answer he might get. And then, too, the
wine and whatever was in it made his thinking a little fuzzy.
Jenny carried
over a small step-ladder that she used to take things off the top shelves of
the kitchen cabinet. She slipped the noose over Peter?s head and tightened the
knot just below left ear. She pulled on the rope a little, tightening it around
his throat, and forcing him up onto his toes for breath.
?Jeezus Jenny,? he gasped.
She smiled
slightly, but said nothing. Then she climbed off the step-ladder and carried it
off towards the kitchen. On the way, she casually called back, ?Oh, by the way,
I?ve invited some company over to witness your execution, honey.?
?What?? Peter
sputtered, trying to keep my balance on the chair, but Jenny had disappeared
into the kitchen.
When she re-emerged
she was carrying a large deli platter. She began arranging the
table?silverware, plates, glass?while Peter tried to take in what was
happening. Wine, and a few covered dishes followed. It
looked like she was hosting a casual dinner party right in the middle of their
perverse sex-game.
?Jenny?what are
you doing??
?Did you say
something prisoner?? she asked, coming over to the chair and yanking on the
part of the rope that ran from the U-bolt to another he hadn?t noticed before
in the floorboard behind him. Nothing came from Peter?s mouth but a wet
strangled sound. He could feel his face flush and turn red. His wife relaxed
her grip. ?No? I didn?t think so. Because you haven?t been
given the right to speak.?
She left him
tottering on his toes trying to keep his balance while she put on some soft
jazz and finished preparing for the company. Peter wasn?t looking forward to
being put on public display in front of Jenny?s friends, but at this point what
choice did he have? And maybe she had some justification for doing it this way.
After all, he had humiliated her. Perhaps this little ceremony would even the
score and relieve the terrible guilt he felt once and for all.
# # #
The doorbell
rang and the first of Jenny?s guests began arriving. Each of them was elegantly
dressed in evening wear. Jenny offered them wine and something to eat and then
invited them to see the ?prisoner.? Peter was somewhat relieved to realize that
he didn?t recognize any of them. The women stood around him munching
appetizers, sipping wine, and nonchalantly appraising him. One of them, a young
society-type with her blonde hair slicked back into a domina?s
severe bun, breezily asked Jenny if she was intending on keeping the prisoner
dressed for the execution.
?Oh
no!? Jenny said. ?He
hangs nude. I just wanted him to be presentable for the trial.?
?Well,? the
immaculately tailored blonde said, ?he is presentable. I?m going to enjoy
watching him swing.? And with that she reached up and smacked Peter on the ass.
As best Peter
could tell, there were twelve guests in all?all women, ranging in age from
early twenties to the oldest, a well-preserved and still sexy woman of around
sixty. They chatted and ate and drank as if nothing were out of the ordinary,
as if a gathering of this type were almost routine. And, as it turned out, it
was. From what Peter gathered from his precarious perch on top of the chair,
they were all members of a hanging fetish group. Whenever a member had found a
victim, they got together to stage an ?execution.? Most of those present
tonight came from the
After a while,
Jenny called the assembled guests to order. She produced the manila folder with
the ?evidence? of his affair with Wendy and read it all in embarrassing detail.
Peter blushed with shame, hoping she would stop. But she went through every
last detail. How had she found out so much? Had she hired a private detective
to spy on him? When she was done she asked Peter if he had anything to say in
his defense. Peter could do nothing more than stammer out another lame apology.
Jenny brushed it aside with a contemptuous wave of her hand. Then she put his
fate up to a vote of the assembled jury. Peter knew he didn?t have a chance. It
was unanimous.
?Well the
verdict is in, darling,? Jenny said. ?I?m afraid its bad news for you. You?re
going to hang.?
Just then the
doorbell rang and one of the women went down to answer it. Peter heard some
talking in the entranceway downstairs and then the sound of footsteps and
excited conversation on the way up.? It
was Wendy looking sexy in a red wrap-around formal dress, her hair also done
up, and silver high-heeled sandals on her feet.
?I?m not too late
for the hanging I hope?? Wendy said.
?Not at all?
Jenny said casually.
Jenny saw the
shocked expression on her husband?s face and seemed to relish explaining this
most unusual turn of events. She told Peter she knew he?d never have the balls
to cheat on her himself she?d solicited Wendy to have an affair with him. She
was a
?We decided we
were due for a little entertainment,? Jenny said, ?and I volunteered you honey.
You see, I?ve grown rather bored with you.?
?Jenny, this is
some kind of gag, right??
?Sorry dear. Its no joke.?
?You set me up??
?That?s what
they all say.?
?Jenny, you
can?t do this?its murder??
?The confession
I had you sign, well, it was soooo remorseful. I?m
sure that it will be enough to have your death ruled a suicide. Especially when
its discovered that I did indeed file for divorce when
I learned of your affair.?
?That?s right
Peter,? a man?s mellow voice came from somewhere off to Peter?s left. ?I?m
representing your wife. Or should I say your ex-wife. Well, to be perfectly
accurate, your merry widow.?
As he stepped
into view, Peter recognized the man as a senior partner in Jenny?s law office.
He slipped a possessive arm around his wife?s tiny waist and pulled her close.
She didn?t resist. Just the opposite. She gazed up at
him fondly, and they shared a passionate, if familiar kiss.
?You see,? he
said, when he came up for air, ?it was me who introduced Jenny to the club. I don?t
usually attend the executions of male victims, that?s usually reserved for a girl?s
nights out, but I figured this was a special occasion.?
Wendy stepped
forward with a pair of shears. Looking up with a sly smirk, she asked Peter if
he had any last words, but he was too stunned to speak.
?Okay then,? the
pretty Japanese woman said, ?the prisoner shall be stripped!?
There was
enthusiastic applause from the ladies and Wendy easily shred the gown Peter
wore to pieces with the scissors. He stood there naked on the chair in front of
twelve leering shouting women, including Jenny, and worst of all, her lover,
who stood in the corner, arms folded across his big chest, watching Peter with
a smug victorious look on his face.
?Jenny,? Peter
managed to stammer, but still hardly able to speak. ?Tell me this is all still a
game? Please??
?Sorry darling,?
she said coolly. ?It?s a death sentence.?
?Jenny?? Peter
said desperately, ?Jenny, please?I have to pee?please let me down??
But Jenny wasn?t
listening. No one was. To the cheers and catcalls of the audience of well-dressed
women, his wife stepped around behind him and Peter could feel the stool being
slowly tilted away from under his feet. He tried to step backwards as quickly
as he could but he was only delaying the inevitable. Soon the stool was swept
out from under him completely and his legs swung free, the sudden added weight pulling
the noose tighter around his throat. There was a gasp of excitement from the
ladies present and Peter?s legs started wildly kicking the air. One of his
flip-flops flew off his foot. Then he hung still for a moment, his toes
straining to touch the floor. The blood seemed to stop inside his head and he
could hear the thunder of his own heartbeat. He opened his mouth and gasped for
air but he could hardly draw a breath.
Panicked, he
started wildly kicking again, like a fish at the end of a line, but quickly
exhausted himself. He hung silently, mouth gaping, trying to suck air.
He could feel an
unbearable pressure building behind his eyes. He searched the faces surrounding
him for mercy but there was none. Instead several of the women seemed to be
laughing and pointing at his crotch. He couldn?t hear what they were saying
because of the pounding in his ears but he knew what they were pointing at. The
constriction around his throat had the predictable effect on his cock which was
now fully and painfully erect. The noose tightened even more. His legs were now
so heavy it was an effort to move them at all.
His trembling toes
continued to point towards the floor, but of course Jenny made sure he was hung
just a couple of tantalizing inches too high. Yes, it was only a matter of
inches. But those few inches were all the difference between life and death The
weight of his legs steadily tightened the noose. His remaining flip-flop dangled
momentarily off the tips of his rigid toes and then fell to the floor.
Peter could feel
himself beginning to black out from lack of air. He tried to call out to Jenny
but nothing came from his lips but a ghastly gurgle and a thin line of frothy
saliva. Certainly this had to be a game? She couldn?t have planned this as she
had said? This had to be all part of the lesson she had wanted to teach him.
Such were Peter?s final, self-deluding, and panicked thoughts.
He tried to move
his eyes around the room but he couldn?t find Jenny anywhere. O god Jenny where
are you, he thought. You wouldn?t let me die like this, would you?
Just as he tried
to call out to Jenny again something totally unexpected happened. Peter? felt an
involuntarily tightening of his pelvic and sphincter muscles and without
warning he began involuntarily humping the empty air. The catcalls and whistles
from the women pierced the thudding fog inside his head.
Oh god, Peter
wondered, why are they doing this? How can they just
sit there and watch while this is happening?
But these
thoughts were quickly chased away by the orgasmic wave building swiftly through
his body. It shook him all the way from his straining toes to his pounding head
and then the pressure exploded out of his cock in a seemingly endless white
loop of come that had the ladies squealing with glee and ducking for cover.
?Did I miss
something??
It was Jenny.
?He just came!?
three of the women offered in unision
?What a
coincidence,? Jenny said almost dreamily. ?So did I.?
Even in the sad
state Peter was in, profusely sweating, choking, nearly unconscious, he
recognized Jenny?s sweet voice over the din. With his eyes alone, he searched for
her face in the crowd, knowing instinctively he didn?t have much longer to
live. He still held onto the hope that she?d let him down. He had learned his
lesson. He had been humiliated. And she?d gotten her revenge. She stood across
the room from his hanging, naked body. She looked disheveled, her lipstick
smeared, and she was leaning against Jim. She looked happy and satiated. She
reluctantly unthreaded her arm from Jim?s and walked slowly towards him.
Oh please hurry Jenny! Peter thought. His brain felt like it
was going to explode from the building pressure. Please hurry!
But Jenny was in
no hurry. She sauntered towards him at an agonizingly slow pace. He couldn?t
breathe at all now, the noose around his throat having tightened to its maximum
closing off his windpipe completely. His legs hung down lifeless and heavy. He
was undergoing the final agonies of strangulation. Jenny stood under him now
and he tried to speak. Not a sound came from his gaping salivating mouth. Jenny
smiled sweetly. She reached up and gave his balls a vicious twist. Peter, his
face swollen and purpled with incipient necrosis, grimaced in pain.
?Thank you darling,?
his wife said. ?I?ve always wanted to do this to you.?
He tried one
last time to speak: a long stream of drool poured from his numb lips.
?It?s okay honey,? Jenny said, running a finger along his
thigh and savoring the taste of the sweat and semen that glistened there.
?Don?t fight it. It?s time for you to die. ?
She stepped back
and the enormity of what she said hit Peter. This was it. There was no turning
back. This was no game. She had intended to snuff him all along. She stepped
back so that the others could see. He looked at them all one last time. Their
eyes were glistening with excitement and anticipation. A few of them had even
slipped their hands under their fancy dresses, stroking themselves. Peter?s
terrified eyes caught sight of Wendy, smiling serenely in the arms of the
handsome older woman, who was feeling up her pert little tits. Wendy gave him a
lascivious wink and blew him a kiss. In one final mute appeal he rolled his
bulging eyes towards Jenny but she only mouthed the words:
Its time to die..
Or maybe she
said them. Peter couldn?t be sure. The blood was thundering in his head now and
his heart was broken and laboring in vain. His lungs were on fire. It was true.
It was time for him to die and his body knew it. Peter felt a tremendous
build-up of pressure in his bladder and at first he tried to let only a little
leak out. Even now, he was still trying to hold on to some last vestige of dignity.
But the next thing he knew the piss was scalding his thighs. He heard it
pattering the carpet. Jenny had been talking about getting a new one.
The terrible
sadness of his imminent death struck Peter like a hammer-blow. All at once he
realized that there was no dignity left him The end was inevitable and to
resist was not only futile but would only prolong his indignity. Yes, the most
dignified thing to do was to give up and die. That was all that Jenny had left
him with.
Something inside
still wanted to hang on but Peter gave that something up. He let himself go
limp. He felt the flood of warm piss that was now pouring down his legs. There
was something comforting about the feeling, something almost liberating. When
it was over, he felt the last of his urine dripping from his bare toes.
???????????
His body was going
into its death throes now. He could feel it terminally shaking, trembling, dancing at the end of the rope. He was putting on a good
show, but it was out of his hands now. He had done all he could to surrender.
It was up to his body now. Peter could only hope that he was doing Jenny proud.
It was a strange thing to think, but he still loved her, would always love her,
and he wanted her to remember him fondly. It was all he had left.
They say that
you stay around just a little bit after you?re already dead. Peter heard the
last thud of his heart stopping in mid-beat. He felt his tongue swell and force
itself between his bloated lips. He tasted the blood and saliva trickling down
his chin. His eyes had rolled upward and the last thing he saw was the o-ring
screwed into the ceiling. His next to last thought was that Jim must have put
it there. His very last thought surprised even Peter: he hoped they would be
happy together.
Its true that the last thing to go is your
hearing.
Peter faded away to the sound of distant applause.
-->
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I don't know why I'm telling this story. I just ran across a website with incest stories (I'm sure 99% of them are figments of imaginations) and have this tremendous urge to unburden myself of this shame. They say that confession is good for the soul...we'll see. I've lived over 50 years and never before had any inclinations toward incest. Whether this incident was a one time anomaly or not, I don't know. All I know is that I ended up having sex with my grandniece Jenny. When and how...
3 years ago
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Belinda Leonora and Jenny
Belinda, Leonora and Jenny. By Georgina. It was a lovely evening. The sun slipped behind the trees and the lengthening shadows crept across the patio, plunging the secluded garden into twilight. The elegantly dressed young girl slowly arose from the sun lounger and, on long, coltish limbs, stiletto heeled, glided sexily through the open French windows and into the coolness of the drawing room. For a moment she stopped and leant against the door, resting easily in that totally...
1 year ago
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More fun with Jenny
Note : This story is completely fictional! "Ohhh daddy please don't cum yet," Jennifer screamed as she rode her father's cock. "Don't worry sweetie. I got something special planned for my little slut of a daughter tonight." "Really daddy. What are you going to do to me?" She thrust herself harder against his cock. Her pussy throbbing with another orgasm building up. "You are going to have to cum first sweetie. Cum on you daddys big cock has he pounds your tight pussy." Jenny pounded harder and...
Incest
2 years ago
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Riding Jenny
By Jax_Teller I met Jenny while dancing at a strip club that had both female and male strippers. The club had two different entrances one for the upstairs female strip club and another on the opposite end of the building for the Male strippers club downstairs. Club “V” for Victor ~ Victoria, was a popular place and was located near a major tourist area or trap as we called it. Money from tourism could bend any regulation and make most laws go away and this club was the direct benefit of...
4 years ago
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Jamies Little Sister Jenny
Siblings Jamie and I had been dating for about six months. During the school year, the time we got to spend together was limited. Jamie went to a different school than I did, plus, we were both very active on our sports teams. So, we usually only had maybe one or two nights a week when we could get together. Now, however, it was summer. We had the better part of almost every day to hang out and do all the things we wanted to do during the school year. We went to the beach. We went hiking. We...
4 years ago
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More Fun With Jenny
So, I dropped my boy off at school, and headed on over there. She lived about 12 miles from my door. I went the back roads to avoid the morning traffic. On my way I received a SMS picture...it was her lips and tongue, then another, it was her nipple, then another, strangely her fingers! This was followed shortly by a text saying, my pussy juice on my fingers..wrapped around your nice big hard cock x" Oddly enough, i getting quite turned on. I was about 10 minutes away and another sms, her...
3 years ago
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Jenny
Jenny Toms is a mother of two k**s one boy 17yrs and one girl 15yrs. her and her husband Randy Toms live in a upper middle class house in a good part of town. Jenny is almost 38yrs. but looks about 26 has 34C tits perfect onion of a ass long dark hair, her and Randy have been together for ever they meet at 12yrs. and still hold that same flame of love. The household is a firm one but very loving one. Steve the son is still in school but sometimes trains with the college football team...
3 years ago
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Jenny
Jenny By Tiffany Scott (c) 2000 Jenny looked down at her inch long fingernails as they rested on the typewriter keys and mused how quickly she had adapted to typing with them. She tried to remember just how long it had been since she had acquired such long beautiful nails, but thinking about it started to give her a headache. Pushing it from her mind she removed the page from the typewriter and inserted it into the open folder on her desk. After closing the file she began to run...
2 years ago
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50 Shades on Jenny
50 Shades of Jenny How much impact can a terrible movie have on your life? The acting was wooden. The plot could have been written by a six-year- old. The dialogue was not believable. The lightning was bad. The music was out of an old tin can. The plot was a rip-off. And my wife, Darla, was transfixed. She watched the images on television as if was the first movie she had ever seen. She did not go to the bathroom. She did not go the refrigerator. She watched, as if she were...
2 years ago
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Jenny
"And then it went 'Boom'!" Randy said. He laughed hysterically. I sat silently on the barstool knowing that most of the customers in the small nightclub were staring at us. I wished I could shrink away. I couldn't just go and sit somewhere else. I came with Randy. He invited me to this nightclub, so it was right to hang with him. He was my coworker and I appreciated that he was trying to be my friend, but I discovered he was a very different person than I first thought. It wasn't that I...
4 years ago
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Sometimes Im Jenny
It's sort of SF, but mostly sex. Jenny is a horny human female. She is also a figment of Marni's dreams. Marni is a female trying to get pregnant. But for her it requires the ultimate in female delight, getting DP'd by two men, one of each type. The story is about both women, and more about the girl telling the story than about Jenny. -------------------- Sometimes I'm Jenny Kemish enters the lobby and asks for me. There are two girls seated there who...
2 years ago
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Jenny
Jenny was excited. She and her husband Ted Kidd were enjoying a free, all expense paid weekend in Las Vegas, curtsey of the company Ted worked for. Ted had to attend a five-day convention that would start next Monday and end Friday, but the company booked the rooms for the full week. They had arranged a golf outing for key employees on the Saturday before the conference leaving that evening and Sunday for the couple to enjoy a mini vacation. Jenny and Ted arrived late Friday night and Ted had...
2 years ago
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Bringing in Jenny
So as I was saying, Misty and I had been talking for quite some time about this as well as other things. We would often talk about the many things that we would like to do and actually had created a "bucket list" of things that we wanted to do sexually. We talked about some of the girls that she worked with and some of the girls that she knew but we couldn't seem to nail one down that would be willing to join us. We tried posting ads on the internet with no luck and had discussed going out...
4 years ago
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Derek and Jenny
This is my first story so tell me what you think The waves were calm that night as Derek and Jenny walked along the beach. They were out for night swim. Jenny’ s figure looked absolutely stunning in the moonlight. As they stood in the moonlight staring out at the waves, Derek couldn’t help but stare. Jenny and Derek had been best friends since elementary school. Derek wanted to be more than friends ,but was afraid to tell jenny how he felt. Jenny had a good figure. Her breasts were just...
3 years ago
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Derek and Jenny
This is my first story so tell me what you think The waves were calm that night as Derek and Jenny walked along the beach. They were out for night swim. Jenny’ s figure looked absolutely stunning in the moonlight. As they stood in the moonlight staring out at the waves, Derek couldn’t help but stare. Jenny and Derek had been best friends since elementary school. Derek wanted to be more than friends ,but was afraid to tell jenny how he felt. Jenny had a good figure. Her breasts were...
First Time
4 years ago
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Ravishing Jenny
"Damn I need to get my own place" Alex said to himself as he grabbed his psychology book. He flopped down on the bed grumbling to himself. At 22, Alex had moved back in with his family after being discharged from the Marines, but, sometimes, being back at home rubbed him the wrong way after being out on his own. His parents had agreed to let him have his own room back while he attended college. His 18-year-old sister Jenny was still at home too, making for a full house. Tonight, for...
2 years ago
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Photographing Jenny
I am a professional child model photographer, shooting catalog fashion models; I have a studio in my basement, which cuts down on expenses. I had been shooting Jenny, now 13 years old, since she was a baby; I'd shot her in everything from formal dresses to bathing suits. On one particular recent shoot, she was wearing a very skimpy two-piece bikini outfit, basically three triangles of material connected by thread. What parent would buy such an outfit for a 13-year-old boggled my mind;...
4 years ago
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Loosening Up Book 7 Younger CrowdChapter 12 Jenny
Dave carpooled into work with JR in her Jaguar sports car. The top was down, so it wasn’t conducive to talking. He did note the demonic look on her face on the way to the office as she wove through traffic about thirty miles per hour over the posted speed limits. He realized this was her normal persona in that car. He wondered how many police cars knew of her driving habits. He hadn’t seen JR except at a distance, so hadn’t talked to her since Saturday morning. She seemed to be around the...
2 years ago
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The Superb Jenny
Before I met my wife I was a reclusive bachelor, hanging out at the local college theatre in western Montana and going fishing during the days.Work was never more than a way to make money for beer, fishing tackle and rent in that order. I was often cast in plays and had a pretty high opinion of myself in that aspect of my life. I met and bedded a lot of college-age girls, or women as they peferred to be called, and generally , life was good.After a minor run-in with the law I withdrew from my...
2 years ago
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Becomming Jenny
Becoming Jenny by Princess Pervette I have seen a lot of stories about boys being feminized by their mothers, or occasionally by their aunts or other female relatives. And I've even read a few about men being feminized by their wives--sometimes forcibly. These stories are all right as far as they go, but for someone who actually was brought up as a girl, they don't ring true. So I'm writing this account, in the hope that people can see what it's really...
1 year ago
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A Nephews Story Aunty Jenny
Note : This story is completely fictional! For as long as I could remember, I've had secret little crushes on a few of my aunties. Now i'm 18, my little crushes have become big fantasies, fantasies I aim to make true. Aunt Jenny Aunt Jenny, 38 years old, divorced, and has two kids. She has long blond hair and dark brown eyes, a very nice figure, not thin but not erection. Aunt Jenny told me about her night out, and the funny things that happened. I began rubbing her soles as I told her what my...
Incest
3 years ago
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My Receptionist Jenny
"Send in the next patient, please Jenny,” I said over the intercom."Very good doctor."There was a short wait and, surprisingly, Jenny walked in. "I'm your last patient today,” she said.“Oh, right,” I said, frowning. “Well, take a seat and tell me your problem."She blushed and quietly said, ”I've got a rash.""Okay, let's have a look then.""I'm embarrassed.""If I'm going to treat it you, I need to see it, Jenny."“Yes, of course."She smiled nervously and stood, lifting her skirt. She had her back...
Lesbian
2 years ago
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A snack for Jenny
Jenny looked round the clearing; everything was as it should be Jenny looked round the clearing; everything was as it should be. She had prepared her ground well. Two young saplings had been pulled together and tied tightly. They stood about six feet apart and between she had tied Martin. When he wakes he will get such a surprise. But there were thing to do as she waited.??????????? She stood the small table upright and covered it with a white damask cloth, and began arranging the tools...
2 years ago
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The Magical Life of Jenny
Jenny lived an ordinary life. She lived alone in a small apartment, worked at a boring day job, and drove a bland car. She even looked like she was nothing special. Average body, not too heavy, but not too trim either. Brunette hair, brown eyes, and average height. Jenny's whole life just screamed ordinary. She was not unique in any way, shape, or form. Jenny came home from her job one night, tired as usual. She was on her way to the kitchen to pick out a TV dinner from the freezer. She sighed...
Fantasy
2 years ago
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32 Date With Jenny
4:21 P.M., Monday, November 23, 2015 PLUR-MAkKikM, just outside Honolulu, HI Paul Macon was excited, but nervous. What his girlfriend had done was very sweet, and it was sweet of her friend Jenny to agree. But the little boy hadn’t really done anything sexual with anybody but Paula Akron, and the thought of doing it with, or even kissing, Jenny Inoguchi was a bit scary. When he had first had sexual intercourse with Paula the girl was determined that she not lose her virginity to a possible...
2 years ago
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Aunty Jenny
I was looking out of my bedroom window one morning when I saw auntie jenny sunbathing topless. The sight of her large breasts and nipples gave me an instant hard on. I hid behind the curtain making sure she couldn’t see me and then played with myself and made myself cum. I did this whenever I saw her in the garden. I just hoped she didn’t see me watching her. I had never thought of her in a sexy way until now. When they were about to go on holiday, auntie jenny asked if I would go round to...
3 years ago
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my friend jenny
Jenny woke up slowly, the warmth of the morning sun peering at her through the slightly opened shade. She yawned and stretched her arms through her blonde hair and up over her head. Sighing, she brought her hands down to her chest and slid them over the top of the thin, blue cotton sheet down to her waist. Her delicate hands sliding across the sheet felt good against her body. Opening her eyes, she could see the tips of her little nipples poking through the sheet. Bringing her hands back up to...
4 years ago
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my friend jenny
Jenny woke up slowly, the warmth of the morning sun peering at her throughthe slightly opened shade. She yawned and stretched her arms through herblonde hair and up over her head. Sighing, she brought her hands down toher chest and slid them over the top of the thin, blue cotton sheet down toher waist.Her delicate hands sliding across the sheet felt good against her body.Opening her eyes, she could see the tips of her little nipples pokingthrough the sheet. Bringing her hands back up to her...
3 years ago
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John and Jenny
John and Jenny had been my best friends for years. We went on outings and frequently exchanged visits for evenings of drinks and company. Then nearly a year ago, Jenny suddenly passed away. Naturally these visits continued - John was evidently lonely and depressed over his wife's passing, and I missed her too as a good friend. They had always known I was a bisexual transvestite (it is no secret) but had only once seen me dressed. This was at a fancy dress party when I had gone as a Goth...
2 years ago
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The Vals Recruiting Jenny
I was about to get officially laid. Not that I had already been laid unofficially, but official is a pretty good word for this. Hotel suite, hunky football player, fancy dress. I'll bet you're thinking Prom. Hah! It was early summer, a couple of weeks after school was over. It wasn't some generic hotel suite, but was in a boutique hotel and I had been assured that I would find the suite sumptuous. The hunky football player also qualified as dreamy, since I had been dreaming about him,...
3 years ago
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Getting Some Mommy PussyChapter 7 Jenny
Jenny was a married mother of one little boy and she'd given birth about nine months earlier. I'd known her and her husband before they'd married and I'd always thought Jenny was very sexy. She was a medium height young woman with very dark long hair and a beautiful face, pretty eyes and full voluptuous lips that made you fall in love with her at first sight. But it was Jenny's nice mature figure that got my attention. Before she'd married Bill, she'd had a nice rack of tits as a young...
1 year ago
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The Day I Caught Jenny
Hi my name is Gareth I am forty three years old I am six foot one inch tall with brown hair and grey eyes I am an average looking guy who’s quite slender. I work as a security guard at a shopping centre in Birmingham. It’s 45C today so a hot sticky day.Today is like any other day until I get a call from a clothes retailer in the centre who’ve called me about a female customer whom they alleged were trying to steal some clothes. I arrive at the store I ask the staff what happened they tell me...
4 years ago
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Jenny
Copyright 2013 by madengineer3 There is no explicit sex in this story. If you want detailed sex, this story will not please you. ******************** My name is Isaac and I’ve been a ‘loner’ most of my life. My interests, to a large extent, have never been those of the average ‘Joe’ on the street. I can partially blame, if blame is the right word, my parents. My dad was the professor of physics at a well known university and my mom was the professor of mathematics. The result was that I was,...
3 years ago
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Fun with Jenny
This story is based around an actual event a few years back!When I first went to work in an office environment, in the very heart of London, I had just turned 32. I was extremely happily married to Becky (as, indeed, I still am) and, although I made it home only at weekends, our sex life then was probably at its most rampant.During the week, in the digs I shared, I would satisfy any sexual urges by buying a girlie magazine (usually Razzle!!) and wanking off shamelessly to the pictures of...
1 year ago
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Playing with Jenny
This story is based around an actual event a few years back!When I first went to work in an office environment, in the very heart of London, I had just turned 32. I was extremely happily married to Becky (as, indeed, I still am) and, although I made it home only at weekends, our sex life then was probably at its most rampant.During the week, in the digs I shared, I would satisfy any sexual urges by buying a girlie magazine (usually Razzle!!) and wanking off shamelessly to the pictures of...
2 years ago
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Exploring with Jenny
I had piled on a few pounds after I had my second daughter, well I didn't think it mattered much, my husband loved me and I had produced my share of the national 2.4 c***dren, so who cared? Then I stumbled into my husband letching over a neighbours wife, and his reasoning was that I obviously didn't care about myself or sex anymore so who could blame him for getting his kicks elsewhere? I was so upset, but I saw the reasoning, and as he promised that he hadn't been unfaithful I promised myself...
2 years ago
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Enter Jenny
When my wife died, I was devastated. Married less than 10 years, and taken from me suddenly. More than just my wife, she was my best friend. We would laugh together, cry together. We had amazing adventures all over the country, and our intimacy was stuff of legend. At times it was all I could do just to get out of bed in the morning. I knew that I had to get through this, I just didn’t know how. After several months of establishing myself in my new life, I decided it was time to find myself a...
4 years ago
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Jenny
I wrote this story a while ago and wanted to share it :)While I’m out at the store, Jenny, the girl who lives next door, comes over to see you. She comes over every now and then for girl talk which always end up with boys as the subject and you two have become close friends. She tells you she just turned 18 and her boyfriend' birthday is next week. She says she has never let her boyfriend get past second base but for his present this year she wants to let him go all the way. She says she...
3 years ago
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A Loving FamilyChapter 2 Seducing Jenny
Mom’s reaction was harsh. I would say she overreacted, but honestly, I don’t blame her. I can only imagine what went thru her head when she realized her kids were fucking each other. I can imagine her thinking of two-headed grandchildren or highly retarded ones. We were grounded for a month and forbidden from going near each other. Then mom took us to a shrink. The shrink tried to ‘cure’ me, but it was bullshit, and she fed more bullshit to Louise and my mother. I had to go to the...
2 years ago
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The Pains Of Loving Jenny
Jenny and Daniel had been friends since they’d both been in diapers. They grew up together, right next door to each other. Every day, they would walk to school side by side, all the way up to 12th grade. They were both 18. Jenny had long, wavy, light brown hair. In sunlight one could see her blonde highlights. Her green eyes were beautifully shaped. Daniel would always make fun of her because she was short. Well… it wasn’t her fault she had never grown past 5 feet! Besides, she was really...
2 years ago
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My Receptionist Jenny
"Send the next patient in please Jenny" "Very good doctor" There was a short wait and Jenny herself came into my surgery, "I'm your last patient doctor" "Oh right, well take a seat and tell me the problem" She blushed and said softly, "I've got a rash" "Ok, let's have a look then" "I'm embarrassed" "I need to see it Jenny if I'm going to treat it" "Yes of course" but she smiled nervously and stood up lifting her skirt as she did so, Thankfully she stood with...
4 years ago
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Dinner With the NCIS Director Jenny
I'm so sorry that Jenny was killed. If only I had not stopped to fill up with petrol, I could have been there to save her, maybe even to have taken a bullet for her. I loved her that much. Jenny was an intelligent, beautiful and understanding Director. Whoever they appoint in her place will have a lot to live up to. I had always fancied her, but I fell in love with her when she joined in the orgy we had, at the celebrations after we had caught 'The Terrorist'. The second time I made love to...
1 year ago
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Jenny
Note : This story is completely fictional! When Jenny cleaned her mother's closet she found a VCR tape and decided to play it. It was a tape of her naked when she was a baby lying on the bed. She didn't think anything about it until her father and mother appeared nude. Her ate her pussy while her dad jacked off on her face. Jenny wanted to turn off the tape but she was fascinated. Then her dad finger fucked her little hole until it was bloody. He must have broke her cherry! She carefully put...
Incest
2 years ago
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Mental Leap Jenny
I was a big fan of the show "Quantum Leap." The thought of being able to travel through time and make things right appealed to me. The string analogy they had in the show was simplistic, but it seemed to make sense to me. I got a doctorate in quantum physics before I was thirty. Along my journey, however, it became obvious that the time travel in the show was impossible. I was depressed for almost a month when I realized that, but when I came up with my own variation on the theme, it renewed...