Horny Jason banging Lenora Duchettes holes
A fictional story of an newly married young woman Lenora Duchette conscientiously seeking to share her husband's interests. What could be more natural?
Why I didn't spot this long before we were married is a mystery to me now. I mean, now I know my Jason is a pedophile, it's all so obvious. Naturally, we'd discussed having children and it was understood from the outset that we'd have a family of our own one day. Jason positive attitude towards children was one of the things I loved about him. He was always fooling around in their presence, trying to make them laugh and most of the time, he succeeded.
Jason s demeanour and behaviour around kids was always that of a fun loving uncle when playing with our friend's children and I never witnessed anything to suggest that he might be taking a sexual interest in them. In fact, at times, he almost seemed reluctant to touch them. I now know that this is because he feared that once he started touching their lithe little bodies, he wouldn't be able to control himself, he go too far and end up in serious shit.
We were really lucky in getting our first home, a terraced two bedroomed town house right by the park. Indeed, the park was just across the road from us, so we always had a nice green and leafy view from all of our front windows. I loved looking out on that view first thing every morning while dressing. Jason never bothered to do that but later in the day, I'd occasionally catch him in our front bedroom, just taking in the view.
It seemed natural enough to me under the circumstances for Jason to go and buy a cheap second hand illustrated book on British birds, an expensive pair of high powered binoculars and declare a new found interest in bird watching. Quite a charming and innocent pass time I thought, until one Saturday, I caught him at the bedroom window with binoculars in one hand and his aroused cock in the other. He didn't see me and he obviously hadn't heard me so I was able to sneak up behind him in order to see what had got him so excited as to be masturbatingover it. I mean, I couldn't think of a single bird that could possibly be that stimulating. At first, I saw nothing. Just the park and random people. People walking dogs, sitting on benches, sunbathing, reading; children playing. In particular, young girls playing and it was on a group of three that Jason sbinoculars were rigidly trained. I couldn't see them all that well from this distance but I saw enough to gather they were all preteen, about ten or eleven years old at best and my husband was clearly lusting after these little darlings.
FUCK! What the hell was I supposed to do about this? Was I being betrayed here? Wasn't I enough for him sexually? What sort of unholy pervert had I married? Social conditioning ensured that I was suddenly awash with disturbing and sometimes conflicting emotions; shock and confusion being the predominant ones. I mean, how could he? How could my darling, handsome, attentive husband be sexually turned on by the sight of innocent children playing? I needed answers, but would I get any if I simply confronted him right now? He'd be so shocked and embarrassed at being found out in this way that he'd probably clam up and I wouldn't be able to get a word out of him. At this point, Jason started breathing more quickly and his wanking became more vigorous. My pervert of a husband was clearly heading for orgasm and acting purely on a sudden impulse since I couldn't think of anything else to do, I reached around Jason , pushed his hand away from his hot, florid penis and started wanking him myself, as I'd done so many times before. Jason s whole body went rigid, like he'd been instantly turned to stone. Now it was his turn to be shocked; shocked to such an extent that I began to seriously fear for his heart. I urgently needed to relax him somehow so I whispered "it's okay Jason ; I've got you. Nothing bad's going to happen. You just carry on looking at what you were looking at. I'll make you cum so we can get rid of all this sexual tension, then we'll talk. Okay?"
He didn't reply, he just moaned and brought the hand holding his binoculars down to his side. Looking around him, I could see his eyes were closed and his face was spectacularly pale and sweaty. The poor darling was clearly under the impression that his whole world was about to explode and my heart went out to him in his pitious state. After all, the destruction of our marriage was the last thing I wanted and if my husband had a guilty secret, then surely it was the duty of his loyal loving wife to keep it for him. I would have sucked him off then and there if he hadn't been standing so close to the window, but he'd been rendered immobile by shock so the only thing I could do was continue to wank him. The feel of his hard, hot and bloated penis sliding through my grip was as erotically intoxicating as ever. I was now the sole object of my husband's lust. My wanking hand was his entire world, just as he was my entire world. In that respect, nothing had changed. I wrapped my other arm around Jason and held him against me, a familiar tingle in my vagina telling me that maybe I wasn't losing a husband; perhaps I was merely gaining an additional aspect to him. As I continued to wank Jason , I stared past him to the girls he'd been ogling. They seemed pretty enough and that tingle in my vagina became more noticeable as I watched the girls antics. My husband's lusting after young girls was somehow no longer repulsing me. It was only a kink after all and what he was doing in the privacy of his own home couldn't be illegal, surely! No one need feel hurt here. No one was being harmed. I couldn't deny that what Jason had been doing was very naughty, but truth to tell, I'd always had a fondness for naughty boys, even at school. It's exciting to be naughty sometimes, don't you think?. Jason started to squirm as orgasm burst upon him. His cock pulsed in my hand with each ejaculation, the first string shooting up and adhering itself to the bottom of the window pane as if seeking out the girls in the park. At that moment, an image formed in my mind of my Jason s cock pumping out a limitless stream of spermatozoa onto the squirming naked body of a ten year old girl and I suddenly found myself having a mini orgasm of my own. I was now being the naughty one and, much to my surprise, rather liking it. Maybe the conversation with my husband I'd initially been dreading wouldn't be so bad after all.
As I'm sure you probably know, there's nothing that can harm a marriage more than a breakdown in communication. Therefore, I decided this was to be avoided at all cost. I knew in my heart of hearts that as long as Jason was open and honest with me about any perverted desires he might have, then I'd accept whatever they might be as simply being part of the man I love. After what had just happened in my knickers, it was clear that this probably wasn't going to be all that hard to do.
Why I didn't spot this long before we were married is a mystery to me now. I mean, now I know my Jason is a pedophile, it's all so obvious. Naturally, we'd discussed having children and it was understood from the outset that we'd have a family of our own one day. Jason positive attitude towards children was one of the things I loved about him. He was always fooling around in their presence, trying to make them laugh and most of the time, he succeeded.
Jason s demeanour and behaviour around kids was always that of a fun loving uncle when playing with our friend's children and I never witnessed anything to suggest that he might be taking a sexual interest in them. In fact, at times, he almost seemed reluctant to touch them. I now know that this is because he feared that once he started touching their lithe little bodies, he wouldn't be able to control himself, he go too far and end up in serious shit.
We were really lucky in getting our first home, a terraced two bedroomed town house right by the park. Indeed, the park was just across the road from us, so we always had a nice green and leafy view from all of our front windows. I loved looking out on that view first thing every morning while dressing. Jason never bothered to do that but later in the day, I'd occasionally catch him in our front bedroom, just taking in the view.
It seemed natural enough to me under the circumstances for Jason to go and buy a cheap second hand illustrated book on British birds, an expensive pair of high powered binoculars and declare a new found interest in bird watching. Quite a charming and innocent pass time I thought, until one Saturday, I caught him at the bedroom window with binoculars in one hand and his aroused cock in the other. He didn't see me and he obviously hadn't heard me so I was able to sneak up behind him in order to see what had got him so excited as to be masturbatingover it. I mean, I couldn't think of a single bird that could possibly be that stimulating. At first, I saw nothing. Just the park and random people. People walking dogs, sitting on benches, sunbathing, reading; children playing. In particular, young girls playing and it was on a group of three that Jason sbinoculars were rigidly trained. I couldn't see them all that well from this distance but I saw enough to gather they were all preteen, about ten or eleven years old at best and my husband was clearly lusting after these little darlings.
FUCK! What the hell was I supposed to do about this? Was I being betrayed here? Wasn't I enough for him sexually? What sort of unholy pervert had I married? Social conditioning ensured that I was suddenly awash with disturbing and sometimes conflicting emotions; shock and confusion being the predominant ones. I mean, how could he? How could my darling, handsome, attentive husband be sexually turned on by the sight of innocent children playing? I needed answers, but would I get any if I simply confronted him right now? He'd be so shocked and embarrassed at being found out in this way that he'd probably clam up and I wouldn't be able to get a word out of him. At this point, Jason started breathing more quickly and his wanking became more vigorous. My pervert of a husband was clearly heading for orgasm and acting purely on a sudden impulse since I couldn't think of anything else to do, I reached around Jason , pushed his hand away from his hot, florid penis and started wanking him myself, as I'd done so many times before. Jason s whole body went rigid, like he'd been instantly turned to stone. Now it was his turn to be shocked; shocked to such an extent that I began to seriously fear for his heart. I urgently needed to relax him somehow so I whispered "it's okay Jason ; I've got you. Nothing bad's going to happen. You just carry on looking at what you were looking at. I'll make you cum so we can get rid of all this sexual tension, then we'll talk. Okay?"
He didn't reply, he just moaned and brought the hand holding his binoculars down to his side. Looking around him, I could see his eyes were closed and his face was spectacularly pale and sweaty. The poor darling was clearly under the impression that his whole world was about to explode and my heart went out to him in his pitious state. After all, the destruction of our marriage was the last thing I wanted and if my husband had a guilty secret, then surely it was the duty of his loyal loving wife to keep it for him. I would have sucked him off then and there if he hadn't been standing so close to the window, but he'd been rendered immobile by shock so the only thing I could do was continue to wank him. The feel of his hard, hot and bloated penis sliding through my grip was as erotically intoxicating as ever. I was now the sole object of my husband's lust. My wanking hand was his entire world, just as he was my entire world. In that respect, nothing had changed. I wrapped my other arm around Jason and held him against me, a familiar tingle in my vagina telling me that maybe I wasn't losing a husband; perhaps I was merely gaining an additional aspect to him. As I continued to wank Jason , I stared past him to the girls he'd been ogling. They seemed pretty enough and that tingle in my vagina became more noticeable as I watched the girls antics. My husband's lusting after young girls was somehow no longer repulsing me. It was only a kink after all and what he was doing in the privacy of his own home couldn't be illegal, surely! No one need feel hurt here. No one was being harmed. I couldn't deny that what Jason had been doing was very naughty, but truth to tell, I'd always had a fondness for naughty boys, even at school. It's exciting to be naughty sometimes, don't you think?. Jason started to squirm as orgasm burst upon him. His cock pulsed in my hand with each ejaculation, the first string shooting up and adhering itself to the bottom of the window pane as if seeking out the girls in the park. At that moment, an image formed in my mind of my Jason s cock pumping out a limitless stream of spermatozoa onto the squirming naked body of a ten year old girl and I suddenly found myself having a mini orgasm of my own. I was now being the naughty one and, much to my surprise, rather liking it. Maybe the conversation with my husband I'd initially been dreading wouldn't be so bad after all.
As I'm sure you probably know, there's nothing that can harm a marriage more than a breakdown in communication. Therefore, I decided this was to be avoided at all cost. I knew in my heart of hearts that as long as Jason was open and honest with me about any perverted desires he might have, then I'd accept whatever they might be as simply being part of the man I love. After what had just happened in my knickers, it was clear that this probably wasn't going to be all that hard to do.