Testing her husband (SHG - Kenny)

Amy was driving back  from a late shift at the shop. She had been thinking hard about the  situation she was in. She had decided that she was going to talk to Peter about what was going on. She had a feeling about something that she wanted to confirm. She had texted Peter and knew he would still be awake when she got home. She had told him that she wanted to have sex when she got back.

She got back home and headed up to her room. She looked over to  Kenny’s door and could see his light on. That boy was responsible for a  lot of what was going on with her even if he was completely oblivious to  the impact he was having on their home.

Peter looked up and  greeted her as she walked into the bedroom. He was often startled at how  she managed to even make her work uniform look good. A testimony to her  natural good looks and impeccable style. Amy wasted no time before crawling on top of him and kissing him. “You are eager tonight,” Peter commented.

“I just felt like I needed you,” she said as she kissed him more.

“So you haven’t been teasing that boy again?” he asked.

Amy shook her head. She  purposefully wanted to avoid talking about Kenny. “Don’t talk about  him. I just want you tonight.” She sat up and pulled off her work shirt  exposing the black lace of her bra that faintly showed her nipple  beneath. She pulled Peter’s  hands up to grip them and he accommodatingly squeezed the ripe flesh.  He pulled the cups down to reveal her nipples and gave them a gentle  pinch, a gesture she always appreciated.

“So you haven’t been teasing him recently?”

“No,” she lied. “I thought it was getting too much so I’ve decided to stop.”

“I see,” said Peter with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“You are my husband. It’s you I want to tease,” she said, kissing him  as she rubbed his chest with her hands. Her hips were grinding on his  lap before she jumped off and wriggled out of her tights and pulled her  panties off. “Fuck me, darling. I want you inside me.”

Peter wriggled out of  his pyjama bottoms. She cast a glance at his cock and realised that it  wasn’t fully hard. By the time he got between her legs, it had gone  almost fully soft. He looked upset and angry at himself. “I’m sorry,” he  said, turning his face away in shame.

“Hey,” she soothed. She had thought that this might happen but she  didn’t like to see him upset like this. It was, as far as she was  concerned, a necessary evil. She pulled her to him and held him close to  her, his body between her legs. She held him there and stroked his  head. “I’m not upset so you don’t need to be. Why do you think it  happened?”

“I don’t know. I can’t work it out,” he said despondently into her neck.

“I have a theory if you want to hear it?”

He lifted his head up and looked at her. “What sort of theory?”

“I think it’s Kenny,” she said.

“That’s crazy. I’m not attracted to men let alone Kenny.”

Amy shook her head. “I don’t mean that you are attracted to him. I mean you like that he wants me.”

“I mean, maybe, but lots of men I’ve known have wanted you or  commented about how attractive you are. It’s never made me aroused.”

“I think that is because I never reciprocated before. I know what  effect I have on men. I’ve always been very careful about how I respond  to them and talk to them because I didn’t want to upset you. This time,  I’ve been flirting. I’ve been more than flirting. I showed him my naked  body just to arouse him. That is the difference. Now, why don’t you slip  that cock inside me that I just felt twitch while I said that to you  while we talk about how you want me to do things with other men?”

Peter looked shocked but the truth of her words was hard and ready between his legs. Amy hummed as he slid it inside her warm, inviting body. “Oh god, Amy. Why does that turn me on? What’s wrong with me?” he said even as he started to move inside her.

“It’s okay. It’s not that unusual. I think your little problem just  needed something more intense to overcome it. We just hadn’t found the  right thing to really turn you on until I started playing with that  nerdy young man in the other room. This is a good thing. Now we know  what pushes your buttons enough to get you over your little problem.”

“But why this? Why does it have to be you showing yourself off to another man?”

“Jealousy is a powerful aphrodisiac. The number of girls I know who  fucked someone because of jealousy is crazy. Anyway, I think you want me  to do more than show off to him.”

“What do you mean?”

Amy smiled wickedly.  “You know what I mean. Let me tell you a little secret,” she said,  pulling his head down to meet hers. “I want to.”

“Y-you want to sleep with him?” stammered Peter.

“I want to do all sorts of things with him. I want to make him a man.”

“Oh, god…” cried Peter as he began to ejaculate. Once it passed he hung his head and said “Sorry.”

He was about to pull out but Amy said, “No, stay inside me while you can. I want to feel close to you.  You don’t have to apologise. I thought that this might be the case. I’m  just happy that your body was nice and honest with me. I think it’s  actua;lly very flattering. You wouldn't get turned on by someone else  sleeping with him, would you?”

“No, why would I?”

“But the idea of your beloved wife sleeping with him? Now that’s a  different story altogether. It means you love me or at least that you  value me so much that it affects you this way.”

“It’s true, I do value you so highly. You are my world. I hate that I feel this way when I think about you, doing, that.”

“Fucking him.”

“Yes,” Peter croaked. “Fucking him.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, darling. It’s just how you are put  together. It’s no different to being gay or into feet. The difference is  that I can help you with this.”

“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to do things with him?”

Amy nodded. “I keep  fantasising about it. Since I started teasing him I’ve wanted to take it  further and further. The next step is to make it physical. I think it  would be good for him too, He could do with a little physical therapy.  I’d really like to help him with that. Get him used to a woman’s touch.  You like that, don’t you?”

“How can you tell?”

“Because I can feel you growing again inside me.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Stop it,” Amy gently  chastised him. “I’m not mad about it in any way. I’m happy that we  worked this out. Do you want to talk to him about it?”

“What? No, that sounds awful.”

“He would probably be happier knowing that you are okay with it,”

“No. I don’t want that.”

“So you want me to cheat on you with him?”

“Yes,” said Peter as he started moving. “Just do it. Do what you want with him. I don’t want to talk to him about it.”

“Do you want me to tell you about it?

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