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Subject: {ASSM} A Good Husband - (MF, Reluc, Interr, Light Bondage, Wife, MFF?)
Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 23:10:05 -0500
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A Good Husband.

By norealwriter@hotmail.com

(MF, Reluc, Interr, Light Bondage, Wife, MFF?)

***

She was rapidly approaching the point of completely losing herself in the 
passion and pleasure of the moment.  With her arms tied above her, and her 
legs tethered by long silken scarves to the bedposts of the hotel bed, she 
could hear her own breathing accelerate with each passing moment.  The new 
lacy nightgown that she was wearing for the first time, a gift for "this 
special night", that her husband had dressed her in, was now hiked up high 
enough to expose her increasingly wet vulva to the attractive, young, black 
stranger whose mouth was within inches of her sensitive vulva.  As this 
handsome man's wet tongue lightly brushed against her swelling clit for the 
first time, awareness of her surroundings began to fade as her intense 
pleasure began to crowd out all rational thought.  That she should feel safe 
was important to her, and the presence of her husband sitting comfortably on 
a nearby chair and watching her with a new lover, the first man other than 
her husband that she had ever experienced, provided her that sense of 
safety.  But now, as sexual excitement overcame all inhibition, she became 
less aware of her husband, as the primitive part of her mind tuned in to the 
sensation of being a totally at the mercy of this remarkably exciting lover.

The black man's face was close-shaven and his eyes were dark, kind and 
beautiful.  His scent was clean and spicy and she could now only imagine 
running her hands through his hair and pushing his face closer to her.  Yet 
in spite of being tied up, she still had the freedom to thrust out her 
pelvis closer to him, thus encouraging more contact.  Her lover seemed to 
instinctively react to this motion by flexing his tongue against her clit in 
such a way as to cause an intense response of pleasure from her, accompanied 
by a sudden and extraordinary creamy wetness that permeated her vagina.  He 
began to flick his tongue quickly and gently along the sensitive surface of 
her exposed womanhood.  She alternately sensed the warmth of his breath and 
then the cool wetness of the room's air against the damp hairs of her vulva 
as he breathed in and out against her.  She sensed that she would not hold 
on long before her senses would overwhelm her and she would orgasm.  
Normally, she would have welcomed this release, but she was transported so 
far from ordinary pleasure that she feared an orgasm would bring this 
altered state to a premature end.

As she cried out for him to stop, her blurred and muffled moans reminded her 
of the handkerchief that her husband had tied around her mouth.  As the 
passionate and unintelligible sounds which emanated from her rose higher and 
higher, the sexual intensity of the room began to rise by several degrees.  
Instinctively, her smooth, black, bare-chested lover, pulled himself away 
from between her legs and began to remove his briefs, leaving her cool and 
moist crotch in desperate anticipation of further pleasures...

*****

Her husband had seen the black man at his health club.  The youth, who 
worked as a club lifeguard during the last several summers, would shower and 
shave with all of the regular members of the club.  While most of the 
members of the club were in very good physical condition, it would never 
have occurred to the husband to think about them as partners for his wife. 
Why would it?  After all, he was as possessive of his wife as any other guy 
is.  He had a wonderfully close partnership with his wife and their evenings 
were frequently filled with loving and joyful sexual relations. There was 
not a sense that anything was missing. Yet one day, as he saw the young 
man's limber muscles ripple as the lifeguard pulled a towel across his upper 
back, something clicked.  That this quiet and unassuming young man exuded a 
raw, youthful and intense animal sexuality should have been irrelevant to 
the husband.  The young man was simultaneously muscular, powerful, and hard, 
and also smooth and gentle looking.  And while he felt sure that he was not 
attracted to the man in any physical way, he sensed that his wife would be 
swept away by him.  He sometimes fancied that because of his close 
relationship with his wife he could almost see the world from her 
perspective, and thus he thought he knew what might drive her wild.  In his 
mind he held a vivid image of his shy wife in the throes of ecstasy while 
being ravaged by him as if by a beautiful black beast.

That he and his wife were faithful to one another was not even a question.  
During their many years of lovemaking they had experimented with videos, 
pictures and story magazines.  While they had often enjoyed the excitement 
of these stimulating fantasies, it had always been understood that neither 
partner would actually involve an outside person in their sex life. It 
couldn't be denied, however, that his wife seemed to get turned-on by 
scenarios that depicted black men getting it on with someone else's wife.  
After that particular day at the club, he began to imagine how exciting it 
might be if he were to surprise his wife with the gift of this man's sexual 
energy for just one special night.

Roger's wife was modest and proper and would certainly resist the notion of 
such a meeting if they jointly discussed or made plans for such a meeting 
together.  If this fantasy evening were to happen, it would have to happen 
on the husband's initiative, and on the spur of the moment.  He would have 
no backup plan if the youth was not interested or, if after things 
progressed to a late stage, his wife wanted to back out.  The chances of a 
wild night of pleasure for his wife involving someone whom, to her, was a 
total stranger were certainly slim.  After a long winter and spring of 
private fantasy, the husband happened to be at the club one afternoon as the 
lifeguard was coming off-duty.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you here.  Are you working here this 
year?"

He had broken the ice.  Through the brief conversations that they engaged in 
over the next few weeks, he discerned that the lifeguard, whose name was 
Daryll, was spending his last summer at the club to earn money before he 
would be leaving for the East Coast to pursue an MBA.  Daryll had recently 
broken up with his girlfriend, the one and only girl he had ever been with, 
ending a monogamous relationship that had begun when they were each sixteen 
years old.  His girlfriend had been upset that he had chosen to leave town, 
and thus her, to go to a prestigious graduate school.

Daryll was upset by his breakup and told the husband that he would be 
leaving for the East in a few days.  Feeling that it was "now or never", the 
husband offered to meet him at a bar so that Daryll could tell him his girl 
troubles.  It was over drinks that the husband told his little "white lie."  
He confided to him that his wife had never been able to have a vaginal 
orgasm.  While this was true, the truth was that this had never mattered to 
either of them.  Yet to Daryll he had implied that this was somehow causing 
a strain on their marriage. If Daryll could somehow find his way past any 
embarrassment, Roger would surely appreciate his help...


***


After his daughter had been picked up to spend the night at her young 
friend's house, Roger hugged his wife.

"I have a surprise for you darling.  Are you ready for a change of plans?"

"Sure. I was going to that movie for you"

"This is going to require an open mind, I hope you will trust me.  You know 
how much I love you..."

A short time later, they arrived at a nice, upscale hotel that they had 
never been to before.  Their room had been reserved and ready before they 
reached the front desk.

***

When Daryll entered the hotel room, he was amazed by what he saw.  Bound to 
the posts of the bed, with her legs wide apart, a handkerchief tied through 
her mouth, and wearing a slinky and inviting nightgown, was a sexy, petite 
white woman.  She was propped up with pillows so that she was well supported 
in a semi-reclining position by the foot of the bed and with her knees bent 
and legs spread.  Her small breasts and large, sumptuous nipples were 
clearly visible through the sheer material of her lingerie.

Her eyes widened to saucer shape as he approached, and her sounds of panic, 
while muffled and unintelligible, were quite unmistakable.  Her brown, wavy 
hair flowed luxuriously across her shoulders and chest as she began to 
struggle against the silk restraints tied about her wrists.  Daryll's first 
impulse was to turn back, but her robe-clad husband put his hand on his 
shoulder and prodded him closer to his wife and the bed.

"This little ritual is all part of how my wife is able to get excited," the 
husband quietly, confidentially said into Daryll's ear. While this was an 
outright lie, it seemed the only way to keep things rolling.  He was 
confident that his wife would settle in to this situation if given time.

He continued in an undertone. "My wife and I have worked out a signal, and 
if she really wants to quit, I will let you know.  I'll be sitting over here 
in the chair."

Darryl removed his shirt to reveal his sleek, yet muscular physique.  As his 
wife watched his every move, her struggling continued, but with slightly 
less urgency. As he removed his pants and his strong thighs became visible, 
her vocalizations became quieter, almost questioning. She stared at the 
young black man, mesmerized, watching as his chest muscles and abdomen 
gracefully strained and relaxed while he removed his socks. At once, the 
shock of adrenaline and hormones flooding her system seemed to stun her, and 
she became almost motionless, frozen with her legs straining against the 
silk bindings keeping her legs wide open. Her head pulled back and her 
eyelids began to close and flicker lightly and rapidly.

But as Daryll advanced towards her, she renewed her struggle.  In contrast 
to the wild flailing she had exhibited when he had first entered the room, 
her movements now took on a more seductive, rhythmical and dance-like 
quality.  Her arms and legs worked together so that she appeared to wiggle 
her breasts and hips in a slow, circular and undulating pattern.

He approached and brought his face close to hers.  He touched the back of 
her head and pulled lightly at the handkerchief and looked into her eyes as 
if to ask if she would like him to remove it for her.  Her eyes maintained 
their lock on his, studying them. She nervously shook her head back and 
forth to gesture "no." to let him know that she wished to keep the cloth in 
place. Oddly, the cloth afforded her some sense of control, as she felt that 
she may not be ready for him kiss her mouth.  It was also apparent to her 
that the gag would give her the freedom to scream out loudly and without 
inhibition.  Still, his offer made her feel that she could somehow trust 
him.  Kneeling behind her, his lips began to play softly over her exposed 
upper shoulder and across the back of her neck.  He nibbled gently on her 
ear as his cold hands first gripped her gown-covered shoulders.  As he 
continued to seduce her with gentle kisses, his now-warm hands worked their 
way across to her chest and he began to massage her breasts through the soft 
fabric of her nightie.  As he gently pinched and rolled her erect nipples, 
she rolled her head back gracefully to make his lips contact the front of 
her neck. His lips and tongue made their way up the side of her neck and he 
began to lightly kiss the opening of her ear.  As he gently breathed and 
tongued her sensitive orifice, he began to clench at her gown, gradually 
hiking up the material so that her gown no longer covered her crotch fully.  
The way her legs were tethered to the bed, her cunt was soon exposed, open 
and vulnerable...


***


Roger watched from the chair, trying not to become overly aroused too 
quickly.  He hoped that he could maintain his composure so that when Daryll 
was finished with his wife, he too would be able to make love to her.  This 
was proving to be quite a challenge. He watched this young expert lover 
climb off the bed and approach his wife's glistening crotch, a massive bulge 
straining the black man's briefs.

Roger was close to the point of losing it. Yet it had been only ten minutes 
or so since Daryll had arrived.  A big part of his problem was that he had 
been in an almost constant state of excitement for the past several hours 
leading up to this moment.

Each progressive step towards the point of no return, 1) the packing of the 
suitcase with the new lingerie, silk scarves, handkerchiefs, comb, condoms 
and oil, 2) calling Daryll to confirm that they were "on" for this evening, 
3) talking his wife into checking into the hotel for the night, and 4) the 
20 minute drive to the hotel, had left Roger more than a bit 
over-stimulated.  Calling Daryll from the hotel while Janine was in the 
bathroom to give him the 30-minute countdown as well as the room number of 
the hotel had actually caused his hands to shake a bit.  And when Roger 
finally tied each of his wife's wrists, ankles and knees securely and 
comfortably to the room's elegant wrought-iron bed frame, he was practically 
buzzing.

Before he secured the gag over her mouth, he let his wife know that this 
evening's activity would be a different scenario than their occasional 
light-bondage fantasy.  Janine seemed a bit worried, but before any words 
could get in the way, he fastened the cloth over her tongue, across her 
cheeks and behind her head.  He primped her in her nightgown and slowly 
stroked her wavy brown hair with her favorite brush until it practically 
radiated energy.  He took a comb from the suitcase and began to gently 
stroke her pubic hair.  He correctly thought that Janine would assume this 
foreplay would be to ready her for himself. When they heard the quiet 
knocking at the door she suddenly knew that the rules had changed.

***

Daryll's massive black cock seemed to come roaring out of its den with 
inadequate warning.  When Janine saw its size and girth her sudden desire to 
have him deep within her paradoxically awoke her from her near hypnotic 
sexual reverie.  Suddenly the reality of losing her marital virginity caused 
her to panic. She had always been a proper and upright person as well as a 
devoted wife, and she wasn't sure she could deal with the guilt of having 
been unfaithful to her husband. She suddenly became annoyed that her husband 
had put her into this position.

But in the next instant it came to her that this had been all Roger's doing, 
and that she could actually come out of this with perhaps the greatest fuck 
of her life AND the moral edge of having done this for her husband.  This 
was a "no-lose" situation!  As Daryll rolled a condom over his gigantic 
penis, she began to wriggle and struggle seductively as though she were a 
thoroughly helpless victim.

At once, Daryll seemed to lose any inhibition he might have harbored; he 
pounced upon her, kissing her firm stomach, licking her sensitive nipples 
and her throat, and finally pulling her gown up to her chin.  His strong 
arms and hands worked their way beneath her, past the small of her back and 
down to her butt before lifting her ass cheeks to spread her wide open from 
below.  She was full of anticipation as she felt his large pole begin to 
probe her labia. The next instant he had entered her, the massive width of 
his rock-hard dick stretching her vagina in an unfamiliar ways.  A sense of 
intrusion and fullness began to overwhelm her suddenly too-small cunt.  She 
felt that she truly might not be able to contain his member within her as he 
pushed deep into her, sending her to a place she had never been.  As he 
pumped his thick rod in and out of her creamy cunt, her feminine cistern 
began to sing back to him in a language of gripping contractions, and 
viscous, smooth-muscle massage.  Every cell in her body felt alive and tuned 
to this alien frequency, and she desired only that this bliss should 
continue forever.  His grunts and heavy breathing in her ear harmonized with 
the wails of pleasure that escaped more from her nostrils than her mouth.  
The primitive portion of her brain commanded her legs, thighs, and her 
hostage gluteal muscles to intensify the coordinated vaginal massage of his 
throbbing penis.  After an interval that seemed both infinite and fleeting, 
the drama of this muscular wrestling match deep within her body began to 
near its apogee.  Sensing the inevitable, Daryll's penis impossibly plunged 
yet deeper into her as the two lovers simultaneously succumbed to massive 
orgasms.  His penis began to spasm powerfully within her, releasing his load 
safely within her and within the condom.  In response, her nervous system 
sent her mind and body temporarily into a new dimension, beyond critical 
thought, beyond time and place, beyond husbands and wives, beyond children, 
beyond condoms, beyond all concerns...


***

Roger had watched from just a few feet away as the fruition of his carefully 
crafted plan was realized.  His wife had left him and everything else they 
shared, briefly, for a new place that he could only imagine.  When the 
rhythm of Janine and Daryll's shared rapture abated, he realized that all 
his goals had been reached, down to the detail of his maintaining his 
erection without ejaculation.  Daryll slowly extricated himself from Janine, 
climbed down from the man's wife and quickly dressed.  Roger quietly thanked 
Daryll and then escorted him to the door so that he could be alone with his 
wife.  Roger returned to her and removed the wet handkerchief from face.  
Her body felt limp and soggy as he held her close.  Her breathing was still 
quick as she whispered to him that she loved him, and kissed him on the 
mouth warmly and sloppily.  He untied her scarves from the bedposts, leaving 
them still around her wrists and ankles.  As he lied down beside her, she 
summoned the energy to roll over half-upon him and kiss him sweetly. "Touch 
me," she breathed into his ear.

He touched her as he had so many times before and thought that she felt 
somehow different to him.  He became highly aroused as she placed her hand 
gently, lovingly, around his penis.  As he gently touched her engorged 
clitoris she sensed his extreme hardness through her touch and quickly 
buckled and came in her usual wonderful way.  He quickly mounted her and 
played only about a dozen strokes in her seemingly cavernous, hot, wet and 
creamy vagina before releasing within her his enormous hot load; the product 
of all of his prolonged stimulation.  After a few minutes she got up to pee. 
When she returned they snuggled and fell fast asleep in each other's arms.  
They both stirred from sleep together some hours later and renewed their 
commitment and love for each other.

For many nights their shared experience of that special night fueled hot, 
passionate sessions of lovemaking.  They still completely trusted each 
other. Both Roger and Janine felt that they were tuned in to one another, 
closer perhaps than they ever were.  That night at the hotel had been an 
experiment, proof that he would indeed do anything to bring her pleasure, a 
new and unique experience that neither partner felt needed repetition.

***

Months later, during the cold winter, Roger was exercising at the club when 
lightning struck. A woman whom he had never seen before walked by him so 
effortlessly and gracefully, it seemed that she was powered by some 
alternative source of energy. This woman looked to be just under 30 and was 
petite with small breasts, a narrow waist, silky and shapely legs, luscious 
lips and long, curly, reddish-blond hair.  A secret and powerful sexual aura 
seemed to radiate from her, a gravity pulling Roger into her orbit. When she 
turned and saw Roger their eyes met. They held each other's gaze without the 
slightest hint of embarrassment.  He had no thoughts of infidelity.  While 
there was powerful attraction between himself and this perfect creature, he 
"knew" deep down that a third piece of this puzzle would somehow fall into 
place. Something again clicked for him as he remembered how his wife would 
often become turned on by stories and videos depicting women loving each 
other and in threesomes with a man.  Wonderful mysteries and potentials 
played in his imagination.  How to make this happen...


Please send comments to: norealwriter@hotmail.com

Stories about sex between strangers and married couples are fun to read, but 
in real life this practice is very dangerous and stupid.  Please accept this 
story as a fantasy and avoid situations that place your health and 
relationships in jeopardy.



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