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The Sex Life Of A Nymphomaniac

Hi. I’m Jenny Lou. My husband asked me to tell you about myself for this site.

I’ve always had a knock-out, sexy body and enjoyed making good use of it. I am 40-23-36, 110#, 5’2”, Caucasian, blonde, blue-eyed, with DD cups, and I’ve been that way since I was a teenager. With exercise and lifting weights daily, I keep my figure in shape to keep guys attracted to me. My clothes are carefully chosen to accentuate my figure, which means low cut to show off my breasts and short enough to show plenty of leg. After all, when you have a nice figure, why would you want to hide it? So I make sure the guys can see what they want and because of that, they give me the attention I want.

Makes me happy to see how guys respond to me when I am in public. Getting their attention is sort of addictive really. It strokes my ego and makes me happy to see the looks they give me and watch them struggle to hide the reaction of their penises inside their pants. It’s the funniest thing to watch a guy’s eyes bug out and see him grab his genitals and look for a place to hide in the store while his penis uncontrollably becomes erect inside his pants. It’s a powerful felling of control over them to cause them to lose control of their bodies and emotions and run for cover to keep from making a scene of their own. It’s always been this way and I absolutely love and enjoy it.

It started when I was a teenager. That’s when I started dressing this way in school to get the attention of boys. I seemed to instinctively know how to dress and what to do to get their attention as a teenager. Guys immediately started asking me for dates but my parents refused to let me out of the house. So I would stay up late and sneak out of my bedroom window for several hours just to be with a boy in his car.

Early on I got several books about sex and kept them hidden in my bedroom, reading them intently to learn everything I could. I was intrigued by everything I could learn about sex and driven to know more. Nothing made me happier or gave me more pleasure than to study about sex. Soon I was way ahead of my girl friends and they often asked me questions or listened to me explain what sex is all about and how to enjoy it the most. Those sex books told me everything I needed to know so I knew what to do when I had my first opportunity with a boy.

When I first sneaked out of the house as a young teenager to be with a boy in his car, I quickly realized that I knew more than he did when we parked and started talking. And I was not bashful or shy about wanting to put my sexual knowledge to work on that late night “date” when I met a boy and we parked at some secluded location.

James was the first guy I met this way. After he parked down some dark, secluded road behind some trees, I suggested we get in the back seat. He wanted to talk and kiss, but during that first kiss I opened his shirt and put my hands inside to rub his chest. This quickly caused him to groan as his penis responded inside his pants. I moved my hands to his pants and unzipped them, pulling out his genitals to his amazement at how quickly we were progressing. After a few more kisses and aggressively fingering his genitals, I bent down and put his penis inside my mouth, sucking and licking it viciously like a piece of candy. His penis quickly got extended and hard inside my mouth as I went down on him with eagerness to put into practice what I had been reading about. And then a few minutes later after much moaning and groaning from him, he came inside my mouth and I loved it, swallowing as much as possible as he totally lost it emotionally and sexually exploded for several large bursts of semen inside my mouth.

At that point I felt totally in control of James as he continued to enjoy what I was doing to his penis and he finished cuming inside my mouth. After cleaning him up with my mouth, I undressed him and myself and we lay on the back seat of his car. With a few more hand motions and five or ten minutes for him to collect himself, I got his penis hard again and moved him on top of me. He quickly entered me with his erect penis and took my virginity, but I was ready for that and wanting it. Reading is one thing, but doing it is the best. He pumped me on the back seat of his car for only five minutes or so until he lost it again and started cuming inside me. I moved under his body and hard thrusting penis to get the most feeling I could from what he was doing. James soon collapsed on my chest after expending himself for the second time, this time inside my pussy.

We dressed and he took me home. I sneaked back inside my window and bedroom and went to bed, very content with what I had just learned but only read about.

After that, I wanted to learn from other boys at school and not waste time with James who did not even know what I knew about sex. So usually about once a week I would sneak out of the house to have sex with some new guy I wanted to spend time with in his car, often in the same secluded parking spot that I had suggested to James.

Soon I realized that I knew more than almost all high school guys I met this way for parking in their cars. I only had to have sex one time in the back seat of a guy’s car to know if I could learn more by continuing to see him. Usually I knew more than he did so I moved on to the next boy I could find. The guys I had sex with in this way wanted to do it again with me, but I refused them after one time in their car. I did not just want sex with the same boy again and again, I needed to learn more and learn what a guy knew, which was usually nothing I did not already know from reading.

Finally two years later my parents let me “start” formally dating with guys arriving at early hours and returning me late at night. That is when sex got put in high gear because we had more time. We could then go more places and have longer to play around, having sex in the guy’s home, car, out by the lake on a blanket, in a closet in a building, and on and on.

Again I wanted to date each boy only once and then move on to the next boy, thirsty for new sexual knowledge but rarely finding it. I was driven for new sexual knowledge and wanting to experience everything possible.

About three years after I started dating, having sex continuously from the start, my dad and I drove to a summer camp one day. The drive was several hours and we had lots of time to talk. The subject of sex came up and we talked a lot about it during the trip. I could see that I was shocking my father by admitting that I knew so much about sex. He doubted me at first until I told him about several of the boys I dated and what we did on dates. He got really quiet as I revealed in detail how I seduced two different guys I dated and what we did in the back seat of his car after that.

My father asked a few detailed questions about my aggressive actions towards those two boys that I talked about having sex with and then mostly listened as I described how much I enjoyed sex and how I knew how to have an orgasm each time during intercourse. I could see that my dad was becoming sexually excited as I talked in the car.

We were at that point driving through the trees of a forest within a few miles of our destination when my father suddenly pulled off the road and drove through the trees far enough off the road so as not to be seen by passers by. He then turned to me and said demandingly, “I want you to show me what you know!”

Without any hesitation at all, I suggested we move to the back seat. I proceeded to undress him and suck on his penis until he came inside my mouth. Then I undressed myself and lay on the seat, stroking him to regain his erection and then letting him fuck me for the next thirty minutes until he came hard inside me. At that point in my sexual experience, having sex with my father did not bother me at all, but I could see that it was having a profound effect on him and would be something he would need to deal with personally afterwards.

My father pumped me viciously hard on the back seat as he finished cuming inside me. I rubbed myself enough to also cum as he was finishing up just before he pulled out. We dressed and drove the rest of the way to the summer camp in silence. I knew my relationship with my dad would be forever changed after that. I kissed him sensuously on the mouth inside the car while also grabbing his crotch and squeezing it just before I exited the car for my week at the camp.

A week later back at home my dad would often come into my room and close the door, admitting that sex with mom was not as good as sex with me and begging me for more, so I kept having sex with him on a regular basis, usually late at night with my mom asleep in her bedroom. Dad’s entire attitude towards me changed drastically after camp and with regular sex with him. He then agreed to let me do whatever I wanted and argued with mom to give me more freedom and “let me grow up” as he called it.

I continued dating through high school and having sex on every date with each new guy I met, still never wanting to date the same guy more than once. I got better at dressing provocatively, doing my hair and make-up, and how to react to guys to get them to date me, always making it perfectly clear that I would only date each new guy once and that would be the deal if he wanted to date me.

By graduation, I easily crushed all my competition to be elected Homecoming Queen. My girl friends in high school knew what I was doing but were not inclined to please the guys the way I naturally had been doing for years.

In college I continued to date guys but again only once with sex on the first date. Gradually, I learned new techniques, positions, and methods to use during sex, but it took a lot of guys and a lot of fucking to complete my sexual education. Learning a little here and there gradually completed my sex education so that I had more and more confidence when in the act of having sex by knowing what to do to be sure I had an orgasm and the guy came several times during the date.

Having dated hundreds of guys during the years of completing my education, I knew for sure that I could never be satisfied being restricted to sex with any one man. So when I met my husband, I made it clear to him from the start that he could have me sexually and we could get married as long as he could handle me continuing to have total freedom to date and fuck other guys. I was very matter-of-fact about that, “you HAVE to give me the freedom to date other guys during a marriage or else we simply cannot get married.”

With those terms clearly explained and him understanding a lot of my just explained past, my husband agreed to marry me and he proposed, believing that he would enjoy a fantastic sex life but must share me with other guys as the price he would have to accept.

So my husband and I continued to date before we married. I continued to date and have sex with many other guys during our dating time, revealing to him what I was doing to make sure he would be okay with it or else we needed to cancel the marriage plans. At times I was not available to date him because I was dating some new guy that I had met, wanting sex with him that evening and not my fiancé. Slowly my husband adjusted his thinking to be okay with my sexual desires with other men, not feeling challenged or inferior in any way with the new guys I dated. Actually, I think he tried harder to please me sexually by continuously having this known competition.

Anyway, we got married. After we were married and on the honeymoon, I shocked him by being in bed with one of the hotel butlers when he returned to our honeymoon hotel suite. He walked in on the guy pumping me fast and furious for all he was worth on our honeymoon bed. I insisted my husband stand and watch the guy cum inside me and observe me orgasm with this total stranger. By that time, he was okay with it although stunned that I would have some stranger fuck me in front of him in our honeymoon bed right after our wedding. But I knew that I had to make a statement about my marital intentions and be sure that my new husband was honest about accepting me as I am and letting me enjoy sex with whoever I wanted in spite of being married to him. You should have seen the look on his face when he watched this big-dicked, Jamacian butler ram fuck me on our honeymoon bed and cum inside me, then getting me to suck his penis clean before he left the room.

After the guy left the room, my husband and I talked and he realized that I was not kidding in any way about my intentions of having sex with any guy I wanted any time I wanted during our marriage. I knew I could get the marriage annulled at that point if he had not accepted my sexual demands for sex outside our marriage. So gradually, my husband learned to accept this as a condition for our marriage.


To keep my husband aware of my sexual intentions during our marriage, I regularly made a point of having some new guy in the process of fucking me when he came home from work for the day. Some guy and I might be on the kitchen table, on the couch, in the back yard, or in a bedroom, but regardless, I timed my sexual encounters to coincide with my husband arriving home from work so that he could clearly see what I was doing with some other guy. I knew I had to maintain his attitude of openness about my sex life and not let him fall into the fantasy that I would be exclusively his and his alone.

After a couple years of marriage, I arranged for guys to come over to the house and pick me up for an evening date with my husband home and watching me leave. I did that enough to keep him aware that I was continuing to fuck other guys.

Sometimes at the grocery store, I would invite some guy in the store home with me and we would fuck in front of my husband for several hours until each of us was satisfied. My husband might visit the room where we were fucking or he might be elsewhere, but I made a point of doing it in front of him and not trying to hide anything. Sometimes we could not resist the urge and fucked in the kitchen with the groceries on the countertop in plastic bags.

On a few occasions, a guy would arrive to pick me up for a date with several of his friends in the car. We would then go to his house or apartment and have a wild sexual orgy for hours before he returned me home, usually stumbling drunk during the wee hours of the morning after I had sex with a number of guys for a number of hours.

This activity of mine I knew was the ultimate test for my husband to willingly accept, but he did pretty well since I had gradually progressed him to that point in our relationship.

Maybe out of spite or maybe just his normal reaction, my husband would sometimes be in bed with another woman and sometimes two women when I arrived back at home after an evening out. Then I had to watch him fuck these other women and be okay with it myself. That sort of changed my thinking. But I had done so much sexually myself that I was hardly in a position to complain.

As our marriage progressed, I became bolder about exposing myself in public. In spite of my low cut dresses which barely covered my ass, I learned to not wear underwear and randomly flash guys in the grocery aisle, parking lot and elsewhere. The reaction from the guys was priceless and entertaining for me as I showed them my breasts and pussy when they were sometimes in no position to do anything about it.

On a few occasions, some guy would guide me into the back aisle of a store or behind several parked cars during darkness and fuck me hard and deep until he came inside me. These impromptu fucks were amazingly exciting in these public places. It was somewhat dangerous of being publicly exposed, but excitingly different to be fucked in a public place with a high element of risk of exposure. I had several wild orgasms this way in the back aisles of a super market or out in the parking lot while customers moved to their cars nearby. Sometimes my husband was standing there with me and this guy I chose to fuck me which made the experience all the more bizarre.

I had sex with several black guys from time to time, usually at my home having an orgy when I husband arrived home from work. Although stunned at first, he soon came to except these athletic black guys with humongous dicks fucking me deeper that he ever could with his normal penis.

No repair man or men ever were allowed to come to our house without fucking me before he or they left as part of the deal. The same was true for the guy and his crew who cut the grass.

I had sex with all the neighbor guys without their wives knowing. That way, when my husband and I came home and I walked naked into our house with the neighbor guy looking, he did not dare say anything about it. The guys did all the yard work, so it was easy for me to put on a short naked show for them as I walked naked the thirty feet from the car to our front door. And from time to time they would stop over to bring me cooking or just to talk because we always ended up fucking somewhere in the house as my way of saying thank you for their visit.

I was widely known in our local area as the woman who would fuck ANY man if given the opportunity. My only response to that is, unless you have ever experienced doing that, you have no idea how much fun it can be.

My husband and I have now been married for over thirty years and this open sexual activity has always been a part of our marriage. When we go on the internet for the swinging life style, we truly blow away any couple we met and exchange spouses with. They are never prepared for the open sexuality which my husband and I consider merely routine.

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