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Subject: {ASSM} The Discount Part 1
Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 01:10:03 -0400
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I thought that since my husband Ivan has been writing so many stories about 
me and publishing them for everyone to see, I would post this one myself to 
make sure he didn't exaggerate as he has done on occasion.

Irena

The Discount Part 1

My husband Ivan was my childhood sweetheart and taught me everything about 
sex.

Ivan is a couple of years older than I am and he had the benefit of coming 
from a family where sex was an open and frequently talked about subject.  
Ivan  had 3 older sisters who shared with him the secrets for helping a 
woman get the most enjoyment from sex, including how to bring her to the 
brink of orgasm and keep her there for a long time, thereby making the 
release all the more powerful.

During our first ventures together with sex, Ivan was very patient, learning 
what I liked, what turned me on, and what I did not like.    He was studying 
Psychology and human behavior in University and put his lessons to good use 
with me.

He told me he was taking a series of courses in behavior modification and 
was going to use it to help get our sexual interests more aligned with each 
other.  He told me that this was we could share more moments of mutual 
enjoyment and experience simultaneous orgasms more often.   He told me that 
I would like that.

While this "behavior mod" as he called it did lead to some incredibly 
enjoyable sex and some mind-blowing orgasms, it also had a profound effect 
on our relationship.  Ivan found and then cultivated good feelings I had and 
tied those good feelings to certain things he did, or told me to do.  
Subconsciously I began to associate feeling good with certain things he did 
or said or with following his directions.

The first "experiment" he tried on me (he didn't tell me until much later 
what he was doing), was for him to wear a certain cologne when we had sex. 
After a short while I found myself becoming turned on by the aroma of that 
cologne.  It got to the point that the scent of that cologne would give me 
chills and make my nipples hard.
Next he rented the movie "Sliver" which has some very erotic scenes and a 
sexy version of "Can't help falling in love" by a group called UB40.  This 
song played during some of the sexier scenes.  Ivan said he just loved the 
song, and then for a couple of weeks, he played it just before we made love.
When I thought he had tired of his new favorite song he bought me three 
pairs of thong underwear, my first thongs and began to ask me to put them on 
and go braless whenever he was planning to make love.  Now I didn't mind 
going braless, even out in public some times as I am proud of how firm my 
breasts are.  There aren't many women with near D cup breasts that are able 
to go without a bra and show no signs of sagging.  But going without the bra 
always did make me feel a little uneasy and naughty... it was a turn on.
The last of his behavior mod steps was to fondle and nibble on my ear just 
before and during sex.  I hadn't noticed that he was doing it because I 
found it to be such a turn on anyway.

Finally, I learned later, Ivan was ready for the supreme test of his 
experiments.  He told me we were invited to a party by some of his "party 
animal" friends at a huge mansion in the hills.  I had only met these 
friends of his once. They seemed to be some of the "beautiful people", very 
rich, handsome men and gorgeous women who always dressed in very sexy 
clothes and shared risqu  jokes.

I wasn't surprised when Ivan suggested that I wear a sexy outfit with a 
revealing top (no bra) and rather short skirt, as I had done that before.  I 
was reluctant to wear the thong, however, and he had to talk me into it.    
On the way to the party he turned on the car radio and wouldn't you know 
that song from Sliver was playing (I later found out it was a cassette 
tape).  The combined effect of what I was wearing and the song made me 
feeling comfortably turned on.  When we arrived at the party Ivan insisted 
on stopping just short of the valet parking area for a few minutes of 
kissing and fondling.  Between kisses he would nibble on one ear while 
fondling the other with a hand while his other hand was inside my blouse on 
my naked breasts.  I was getting so turned on that it seemed more like 
foreplay than just kissing and fondling.  I was sure the valet parking 
attendants could see, but I was hot enough not to care much.

By the time he pulled up to the valet parking area, I was pretty turned on.

We went up to the door and the host greeted me with a big hug.  I was a 
little shaken when I noticed that he was wearing the scent that Ivan always 
wore when we made love.   "What is that cologne you are wearing?"  I blurted 
out before thinking.  When he asked me if I liked it I said yes, and that 
Ivan sometimes wore the same scent.  I was sure he could tell how turned on 
I was becoming. With the effect of my outfit, the song on the radio in the 
car, and the "foreplay" in the car, topped by his cologne, my nipples were 
protruding visibly against my thin blouse and I was getting very wet.
Ivan pointed me to the bar and told me had to make a rest room stop.  When 
he came back he said "I got our host to let me use his cologne.  I had 
forgotten to put any on and since it is your favorite, he was more than 
happy to let me put some on."
Actually he had put more than "some" on, and the scent was driving me wild.

Ivan suggested we take a look around the huge house.  After wandering 
through several halls and seeing a den, a study, the kitchen and dining 
room, we came across what I would only call a game room.  It had a large 
billiards table in the center, but also had darts, card tables, a jukebox 
and several video games along the walls.
Ivan led me to the side of the pool table that was away from the door and 
began nibbling on my ear while he reached up under my blouse and fondled by 
breasts as he had done in the car.   In my aroused state, I could only 
whimper and complain faintly about this not being the place to what he was 
doing.  Ivan ignored me and continued, lowering his hand to put it under my 
short skirt and rub me through the thong.
"I think I will bend you over this pool table and take you from behind.  How 
does that sound?"
"Oh no!"  I protested. "What if someone comes in?"
"No one will come in here.  And if they do, we are behind the table anyway"
Ivan ignored my resistance and reached up further to grab the waistband of 
my panties and slowly pull them down to the middle of my thighs.  From there 
he let them fall to the floor.  As he was preparing to lift the back of my 
skirt, we heard noises in the hall outside the game room.  He stopped 
abruptly. Putting my skirt back in place and zipping his fly as a group of 
people streamed into the room.
As I tried to look composed, I realized that my panties were lying on the 
floor at our feet.   All I could think of to do was kick them under the pool 
table where they would be out of site.
"Game time!" someone exclaimed as people rushed to the pool table, dartboard 
and video games.   Just them someone turned on the Jukebox.  I was 
distressed to hear that the first song to play was by UB40 "Can't stop 
falling in love" as my state of arousal took another jump up.....

End of Part 1

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