index


Message-ID: <42989asstr$1055931007@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Ecstatic Cling [11/12] Sandi (rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc)
Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 06:10:07 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: Ecstatic Cling: Sandi
Part: 11/12
Universe: Ecstatic Cling
Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way
Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc
Revision: $Revision: 1.8 $
Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/
Mailing List: 
FAQ: 
RCS: $Id: cling11.x,v 1.8 2003/06/16 12:49:13 jcl Exp $


		      Ecstatic Cling
		     Night 11:   Sandi

		     by Jack C Lipton

Sandi's figure was long and sleek;  her chocolate brown skin
an incitement to nibble at her and she smelled nice to me
as well.  Her arms and legs would be considered "over-long"
but I found her proportions quite attractive.

Scratch that, I found her proportions _very_ attractive.

Maybe I'm really a "leg man".  I'd never really fixated on a
single portion of the female anatomy but Sandi's
exceptionally long legs did draw my eyes.

She had her hair very short and quite curly;  it felt nice
under my chin as she settled in next to me.  Despite being
about my own height, her longer legs meant she'd seem to be
shorter when sitting next to me.  She fit my arms like she'd
been made to.

Rubbing and scratching her back I was surprised to find my
attentions mirrored by her own hands, seemingly finding all
of the spots on my back that wanted to be scratched.

It was uncanny.  She was scratching all of the little itches
I always seemed to have a touch of, very seldom pursuing an
area with no need for attention.

A cold portion of my mind wondered if it felt good because
it was being done or was she really "reading" me well enough
to scratch the zones that needed it for real.  I turned away
from the question simply because it felt wonderful.

The discussion ebbed and flowed around us as we sat there,
seldom with anything direct, just absorbing little remarks
being made to others.

It's funny considering how content we were sitting there and
cuddling together yet still able to follow the discussion as
it flowed around us, like the Q&A about domestic support.

Cleansing was still fun.  I was pretty sure by now that I
had developed a "conditioned reflex" to find the process of
bathing quite erotic.  I was hoping to have fun with Helen
when we were back together, figuring the same response to
showering (and it's aftermath) was being conditioned into
her as well.

Sandi's juices tasted good to me, so I wondered about all of
those stories about how bad a woman would smell (or taste)
since, with this twelfth woman I got to taste, none had
tasted bad.  The least enticing hadn't been unenticing
either.  So how could such stories arise and be reinforced?

Oh.

So far, except for my wife, my exposures had all been with
very clean women.  And Helen liked to keep herself clean.

It was easy, despite this kind of thinking, to give Sandi
the inspection warranted;  there was no soap in any of her
folds, on her labia, in her vaginal entrance and, after
very, very careful and painstaking inspection, no soap on
her clitoris.  I kept up my checking until I heard her agree
with my assessment a second time.  I must admit that she
was, well, rather loud in her approval of my inspection
process.  With a finger in her vagina holding her clitoris
where I could get to it, her rinsing of my face with her
ejaculate was a wonderful confirmation of my competence,
too, and smelled good to me.

Apparently she felt, well, challenged by the time and effort
I put into inspecting her for soap, so her tongue was very
lively in checking all around my own "equipment" as she
touched as much of it as possible, and, in a climax of this
inspection, checked my urethra and prostate for any taste of
soap.

Her smile on looking up to me, showing the soap-free product
of my balls (just before swallowing it) was her way of
confirming that I had no soap remaining.

These inspections, despite how recently I'd previously
ejaculated, reassured me that all was well.

Holding each other's hands we dried off from the shower (and
spraying of each other) and went to the next task in my
schedule, and got the dining room ready for dinner.

Sandi and I didn't have to talk much as we worked through
the room arranging tables, putting up tablecloths and
putting out each place setting.  We did stop, though, for
squeezes and kisses.

In all this time I'd learned a lot about kissing:  being the
kisser, the kissed and sharing the task.  The initiator, the
receiver, the peer.  How leadership could flow back and
forth between us.  And I'd learned, over all this time, what
kind of relationship each had been used to.  Some almost as
desperate as I for affection, some expecting it, other who
feared it (though thankfully not for long) and others that
got lost.

Yes, I'm also one of those who got lost several times in the
last 10 days and I never wanted to find my way out of a kiss
with a loving woman.  It hurt a little that Helen had not
qualified, kissing-wise, as a loving woman, but I'd regained
some hope in these days.

So Sandi and I started kissing when we'd finished setup and
fifteen or more minutes later got tapped when everyone else
showed up, snapping us out of it.

I was dazed for a few minutes having to make my brain work
again and I could swear I saw an equivalent confusion in
Sandi's eyes as well.  We'd been lost in our kiss, a gentle
activity that had allowed us to continue breathing.

So "waking up" again left us a little shaky.  I could swear
that Ruth was looking at us funny.

Dinner was a pleasant stew served with egg noodles, the kind
of meal least likely to support the lap-seat arrangement.
I'd not seen it being set up at lunch time, so it must not
have been too big a deal to make.  It smelled wonderful.

We must have been weird, but, given the length of time we
spent kissing and stroking our tongues together, we ate from
the same bowl and did a lot of touching during the meal.  I
did stop for a moment and look around, realizing that all of
us were acting so close to our current partners as we ate, a
huge change since even just 8 days ago.

Dinner ended and, with the rest of the people filing out to
their other tasks, we got to work cleaning up the dining
room which included the little spills that needed to be
picked up.

We finished up early, happy, and headed off to the lobby for
this evening's discussion period.  We got there early and
found Bill and Pam making love on the floor, which is not an
unexciting thing to watch.  By now I was pretty much ready
again but I was unsure of Sandi's mood.

Who am I kidding.  We started kissing, she couldn't miss my
readiness, so, with the sounds of moans from the other end
of the room, she slid onto me for our first time together.

I was coming to believe that, assuming Helen was anywhere
near as responsive as Sandi (and Kim, Belle and the rest)
then our marriage would recover.  Sandi's own moans, in a
harmony with my own, flushed that reflection out of my head.

Sure, the women in this program were all far more responsive
but, oddly enough, so was I.  I was much better at paying
attention to my partner and doing things to please us both.

Was this really what a sexual partnership was about?  But a
marriage wasn't just about sex, so how...

There is something about having a woman climaxing on your
lap (and bringing on your own climax) that makes it well-
nigh impossible to concentrate on "weightier" matters.  My
mind focused on Sandi to the exclusion of all else as her
second and third climaxes shook her whole frame-- and my
first for this session fired deep into her core.

We came down enough to look around.  Except for Bill and Pam
(who'd been putting on a show for us, as we had for them) we
had finished before the rest of the groups had come in.

I don't know which of us made the mistake;  I think it was
a mutual thing, as we smiled at each other, our thoughts
when looking around in sync.  We started kissing.

Well, we didn't put on a show of sexual intercourse but we
sure put on a show with our kissing.  Again.  And Ruth did
look like she had mixed feelings as she looked at us.

My erection had not completely faded in our kissing but fell
to my lap as it was caught in the undertow that saturated my
pubic hair once we stopped.

I really don't like being in the spotlight.  I have to admit
there's a part of me that likes attention but only when I
want that attention.  Getting everyone looking at us with
the first question from Ruth was not the most welcome
feeling I could think of.

"Jack, Sandi," Ruth started, getting a start out of us as we
snapped our heads to face her in unison.  I could swear I
heard some snickering coming from around us.

"I'm sure you've noticed that twice already we've caught you
both clinching, oblivious to all around you.  How can you so
easily ignore everything else?"

Considering that I had no clue over why (or how) all I could
do was shrug.  It must have been comical because I realized
that Sandi, still astride my lap, shrugged as well.  The
tittering around us was was renewed.  We got a serious look
from Ruth.

"All right, you two, start up again, we'll be careful not to
interrupt you too quickly."

We looked at each other, eye to eye, smiled, and fitted our
lips together, eyes closing.

It took a few cycles of lead/follow, follow/lead, before we
re-entered the zone of synchronization.  A part of me was
paying attention to what I was doing as an observer, so I
knew what I was feeling.  While my attention levels were so
obviously reduced from before, I still had more than enough
to be an equal participant in our sharing.  Neither of us
the leader, no follower, seemingly in perfect sync.

If I'd learned how to do this with Helen I would probably
still be spellbound.

A gentle tap on a shoulder brought us apart.  I thought it
was my shoulder that had been touched but it was apparently
Sandi's.  We looked around.

Even Ruth's mouth was hanging open before she shut it and
asked us again how we got into it.

Sandi looked me in the eye and nodded to me.  "All I can say
is that we work out a state where neither of us is leading
or following, we seem to reach a point where, well,"

Sandi continued for me, "we seem to be in perfect
synchronization, doing the same small motions at the same
time."

My turn: "I don't know how we do it".

I looked into Sandi's eyes, saw her agreement and pleasure
in our agreement there, so I concluded "...but I hope I can
do it with Helen, too."

I saw a beatific smile form on Sandi's face.  She was also
hoping to make it work with her husband.  We each turned to
our respective spouses and smiled to them.

 From the look on Ruth's face she didn't quite understand and
seemed more than a little bit worried.  I didn't understand
why at that point.

"Look, Ruth, we're not sure how it works but I can guarantee
that we'll be trying to reach the same state with our own
spouses."  Sandi nodded her agreement, adding, "It's a nice
feeling and one I want to share."

Ruth and Leon were looking at us worriedly.  She suddenly
seemed to reach a decision and got up, almost dragging her
own husband, and came over to us.  "Stand up.  Jack, try to
show me, Sandi, show Leon."

Ah.  Put-up or shut-up time.  I reached for her, we came
together, only the gentlest of tugs as we all re-arranged
our hands to accommodate our cuffs, and I was kissing Ruth.

Now, technically I'm no wizard at kissing.  Neither is
Sandi, so we hadn't even tried for something complex or very
deep, it was always gentle.  Ruth was far more aggressive so
it took a bit of backing off and telling her to relax in
following my lead for a bit before we were soon in that give
and take phase, using our kisses to negotiate the repertoire
before, suddenly, we were in the zone.  With her skill level
dialed back so that it didn't exceed my own skills we were
in sync.

We got interrupted soon enough.  It was Helen, touching my
shoulder, her eyes very wet.

I smiled to her as Ruth looked around, then we turned to
Sandi and Leon and I saw why we'd gotten funny looks.  There
was no doubt that they'd managed to get into that perfect
zone as well, their faces relaxed yet moving in sync.  It
almost seemed a shame to shake them out of it.

Just *watching* them kissing like that was almost a relgious
experience, looking far more intense than it had felt.

Ruth whistled, loud.  Sandi and Leon almost were able to
ignore it but they surfaced anyway.  "Everybody, here's the
plan.  We're going to see how well this lesson can spread.
And, believe me, you want to learn how to do this.  It's so
easy when you're not trying to prove anything.  Helen, Jeff,
go for it."

It funny, after so long away from my wife, it seemed very
odd to face her like this.  We quickly started kissing but
there were still some frictions during our little phase of
synchronizing that made it take longer.  It took three tries
to get Helen to relax and pay attention.  We finally, after
several minutes of working out leader/follower (it took her
a lot of tries to get her to follow me) before we finally
got in synchronization.

But we reached it.  I was melted to my wife at the lips.  We
were in harmony.  I felt good.  I could tell that she felt
good.  So the interruption was not completely welcome.

It was necessary, though.  The procedure was to get into
synch with each couple (who would then show it to others).
We only had to demonstrate it four more times and the state
Sandi and I discovered spread like wildfire through all
twelve of us and even through the counselors (Ruth and Leon
did the honors in educating them).

We'd used up the whole discussion period-- and then some--
in the "kissing contest".  When we closed out the session we
took turns dealing with biological imperatives (no, not sex,
but waste processing is co-located with that most pleasantly
recreational of zones) before washing up and heading for our
beds.

The pleasure of our kissing had re-awakened my little head
which, quite surprisingly, Sandi climbed onto once she
pushed me down onto my back in the bedroom.  I got to touch
her as she panted and gasped through her multiple orgasms
before I made my own attempted genetic contribution.

We were asleep in minutes;  my erection hadn't faded as she
fell asleep on top of me, still impaled.

Now I know that this is not always the most comfortable way
to sleep but her weight wasn't all that great on me.  I am
apparently one of those who moves around a bit.  I wasn't
alone in moving around, so, at first, we woke up a couple of
times and tried to avoid losing our position, but, at 1AM,
we were awake and moving into a spoon position.

It was late enough that my penis had awakened again, so I
got to feeling a little more aggressive.  I re-insinuated
myself into her vagina and heard her sigh during my
penetration of that already slippery orifice...  she was
quite ready for me.

Now, anybody who has done this will tell you that spoon
position does not tend to make deep penetration easy, but
that's not always what you want anyway.  It's a very gentle
position that makes strong thrusts pretty much impossible.
It also tends to extend love-making by slowing everything
down, giving me time to scratch her back, us to talk over
what we're feeling "just rock me a little, tease me with the
tip, yes, now push it innnn...", telling each other how much
we loved each other, loving what we were doing together and
sharing the gentle art.

The nice thing is that she wasn't orgasming like an actress
in a porn flick (I could now tell the difference between the
fakes you see on the tape and the real thing) during this
time and, in the forty-five minutes it took us to come
together, we'd learned a lot about each other's response.

Along with our own.

I realized then that too much of the sex in the past two
weeks had been of the heavy-handed "fuck your brains out"
variety and choosing the gentle path hadn't seemed of value.

Then again, it could just be me.

But, if it was me, I was hoping that Helen would be quite
amenable to times like this.

So I was happy yet sleepy as I rocked Sandi back to sleep,
kissing her neck and shoulder again.  As soon as I heard her
start to snore (a lovely noise, musical to my ear) I was
gone.

And damn near bounced off the ceiling when the phone rang
in the morning.  It was like I'd just fallen asleep.

There was no doubt I was rested.

But I was starting to hate that wakeup call.

No, I *already* hated that wakeup call.

Even though we needed it.  It was only on our way down to
the exercise area that I realized that we must've been
taped last night.  To prove that she could pretty much read
my mind, Sandi told me (after noticing my sudden shock) that
there was nothing to worry about.

Just because there was nothing to worry about I really did
hope that one (or more) of the other couples had been far
more entertaining in bed.

Because I hadn't gone off yet this morning but I'd deflated
my "piss hardon" already, my penis was mostly flaccid.  (Not
completely, though).

It got hard hearing her moaning through the recumbent
bicycle warmup exercises despite having no ben-wa balls in
place.  She got to the edge quickly and it was time for us
to move to the first set of weights.

My penis was hard by this time so our exercises had my dick
slapping against her mons and labia majora.  By the time we
got to the Luv Seat there was no subtlety left, we just
went at it like crazed weasels, her in back-to-back orgasms
as I worked quickly to delivering the full contents of my
prostate that morning into her.

We kissed afterwards but were shooed from the Luv Seat by
the next couple in line before we could lose ourselves
again.  They seemed to be in a hurry... but so had we.

A quick shower, Sandi was OK at helping me shave, and our
breakfast this morning was serious, set up as a buffet.  I
was able to indulge myself and we brought our plates to our
assigned table.  We kissed, careful not to get too deep,
both of us hungry for breakfast.

Those who'd preceeded us and who'd already finished were
practicing the kissing exercises.  It was almost spooky how
quiet the room could get.  When we were finished with our
own meals, we joined the silence.

The morning discussion session started easily enough once
we'd all been "snapped out of it" and, just to get my
anxiety levels up, Ruth was ready to roll some tape.

I was able to relax since I wasn't on it.  Instead, we had
a sampling of couples who chose to continue the kissing
exercises when they retired for the night.  The concensus
that formed showed that sex wasn't as, well, imminent.

Then the tape showed me and Sandi getting into a spoon and
the sound got cranked up so people could hear what we were
saying to each other, the directions, the suggestions and
the little approvals and, oddly enough, us thanking each
other after our climaxes before we faded to sleep.  It had
been edited but mostly to cut out the silences.

The looks we were both getting were, well, odd.  All of the
men (me included) had very stiff erections and the women all
were fidgeting.  I caught sight of Helen (and even Dawn) in
the act of stroking themselves.  I realized others must have
been as well.

I heard a voice from the back, it was Peggy, "Jack, Sandi,
could we have a copy of this?  That was so hot!"

Ruth cut this to the chase, "Sorry, we will be deleting and
burning all of the video tape at the end of this whole 
process.  I don't think it'd be a good idea for any of this
material to end up in anyone's porn library.  Though, for
this cut, I'd be tempted to make an exception.  Jesus, you
two, my cunt nearly caught fire the first time I watched you
together."

I felt my face get hot so I must have been blushing.  Sandi
got a little darker of face so I guess she reacted the same
way.  It's not like I had a good grasp on technique and even
Sandi wasn't any more sophisticated sexually than I was.  So
what was the big deal?

The same thoughts must have occurred to her as well since
she also looked as baffled as I felt.  She gave voice to my
own thinking with "It's not like our technique is anything
fancy, it's not like we're the best looking couple, so why
would you think that it was so hot?"

That's when the Ruth stepped in to keep down the pandemonium
since too many people tried to speak, with "Sandi, it's not
what you were doing, it's not so much how you were doing it,
it was how you both expressed what you were feeling to each
other.  It wasn't as exciting as a guy usually likes, OK,
but Leon found it exciting and, as you saw earlier, all of
the men here found themselves excited by it.  It's how your
voices sounded and how you were talking to each other.  Even
Leon and *I* don't tend to be quite so relaxed, perhaps
because we're both Type A personalities, but... MMmmmmmm...
that looked like it would feel good."

We got a lot of positive feedback from everyone before it
became part of the discussion period.

"OK, first off, I almost wish we had a video like this over
a week before, but we've not seen this kind of realistic
love-making.  We will want to talk to you both longer so we
won't press too hard on cleaning the lobby so your psych
time will be longer.  Now, Sandi, we saw that Jack initiated
this session while you were trying to go back to sleep.  Why
did you go along with it given how tired you were?"

"Well, I was pretty wet just from laying next to him, so,
when I felt him nudge me with it, I moved to make it easier
for him to slip it to me.  He might have started it but he
seemed ready to back off from me.  I'm glad he didn't, I did
like his attention, and I wanted it to continue, so, well,
it seemed like the right thing to do, talking to him to
encourage him to do what I wanted, and it was nice to hear
what he wanted, too.  He responded well to me telling him
what felt good, he thanked me for telling him what to try,
too,  He'd ask me to pay attention when he tried any kind of
variations and we'd discuss it.  I don't know, but it was so
slow and gentle and, well, not something we were in a hurry
to do, but we had our full wits about us."

I nodded, adding, "Yes, it was nice to not hurry, nice to be
thinking about what we were doing, the climax at the end was
good enough, but, for once, it was the journey and not the
destination that made the difference.  Knowing she was as
interested in the journey and sharing her thoughts and even
feelings with me made it easier for me to talk to her.  I've
never had a talk like that with Helen, you know, and I hope
we'll be able to do that in the future."

Sandi added, "And afterwards, well, I slept very deep.  I
don't think I dreamt at all."

That reminded me, "Yeah, one moment I was fading and the
next thing I knew the phone was ringing with the wakeup
call."

Ruth looked at us both.  "You've made good progress.  I hope
every one here will do as well."

The time allowed during the day certainly didn't give any
time for slow sexual liaisons;  our tension after the meeting
as we headed for the housekeeping duties before lunch prep
needed resolution in the first room we came to.

Just because there wasn't a lot of time doesn't mean we did
not make some time.  Granted, it wasn't like the middle of
the night, but it wasn't a quickie either.  We talked, did
some kissing (synchronization came easier but our sexual
response to each other didn't let us just lose ourselves
completely), talked some more and then switched to banging
each others brains out.  Sandi's multiple orgasms along the
way did wonders for my male ego and my own ejaculation was
helped along (and intensified) by her moans and spasms.

I kissed her gently as we calmed down, "Thank you,
sweetheart, that was nice."

I got an "Mmmmmm" back from her, then "Thank you, too, the
pleasure was ... mostly ... mine."

I smiled.  "That's the way I like it," and kissed her again,
a quick peck.

We were soon up and about and cleaning the room and changing
the sheets.  I was about to daub the semen dripping down her
leg with a pillowcase when she stopped me.  "Sorry, Jack, it
feels, well, sexier this way.  There's something about that
sensation that now makes me even more excited.  I've changed
a lot--  this would have been so disgusting just two weeks
ago.  Now I like it!"

"OK, but I don't understand why, but it is exciting for me,
too, to see.  It's like I've marked you."

She stopped for a moment.  Looked at me.  Looked down at her
left leg, with the trail, and then at me again.  "Yes, I've
been marked.  And ... I like it."

I kissed her again, quick and short (not wanting to end up
standing there for hours) and we finished up the chore on
time and moved to prep lunch.

We washed up but not below the waist.  Our hands clean again
the food preparation for cold-cuts and sandwiches proceeded
quickly given our co-ordination, which was a good thing;  I
wanted an opportunity to walk on the beach.

The beach was nice and warm and, once we reached it, the wet
sand felt good under our feet.  We stopped and smiled at
each other but managed to restrain our kisses to short and
quick touches.

Sand still clinging to our feet, we dealt with serving lunch
and sat close to each other going through our sandwiches and
drinks.  Sharing a pleasantly long kiss after finishing the
meal was a very pleasant way to fade out until it was time
to clean up.

Our clean-up duties went quickly before Paul and Sabrina
told us to follow them to a room near where the psych (well,
hypnosis) sessions were held.  Instead of nice recliners,
this room had a nice bed and we were directed to climb into
it and get into a comfortable position.

It had been three hours since my last draining and my penis
already had a mind of it's own and was already looking for
Sandi's wet spot, so, once we were spooned, she moaned as I
touched her entrance.  Her leg moved and suddenly we both
moaned as I slid more than half-way into her very ready and
receptive pussy.

Ruth was there with Leon.  "When I said find a comfortable
position, that wasn't exactly what we had in mind, but it'll
do.  Now, both of you, listen carefully to me ..."

Well, I have no idea what the trigger phrase was, apparently
I had no reason to know it consciously.

My awakening was odd, it seemed there'd been a switch, Helen
was in my arms and I was inside her, so I stroked into her
and she started talking, so we talked together, her and I,
about what we were doing, very lovingly, doing our best to
let the other know how much we approved of them, crying out
during my orgasm "Oh, Helen, I love you!" which she replied
with "Oh, Jack, I love you!" as her own body trembled in our
acts completion.

When I opened my eyes after my climax I was very confused.
Where did Helen go?  I saw Sandi's warm, brown skin in front
of my eyes as I was kissing her neck.  "Jack?  I thought you
were Roy!"

I stopped in my nibbling of her neck, sudden realization
hitting me:  "And I thought you were Helen.  I even called
you Helen, and you sounded like her, too."

I heard a chuckle from the base of the bed;  Ruth took pity
on us, explaining, "Well, we wanted to cut down on your
tendency to bond to each other;  you guys could've ended up
inseparable before the turnover time.  We also learned a lot
about how your minds work.  Now move over, OK?"

We moved to one side of the bed and were surprised to find
Ruth climbing on and spreading for her husband, her own
expressions of love and lust for her husband haunting in my
ears as they made passionate love to each other.

We lay there watching them as the bed bounced and shifted
from their coupling.  It was almost enough to get me hard
again.  Almost.  That didn't stop Sandi and I from
expressing affection with each other, though, and Ruth's
cries of ecstacy were not lost on us and Leon's own moan of
release was helping to stiffen my resolve.

As they calmed down they were looking at each other when
they suddenly realized they weren't alone.  The deer in the
headlight look we got from them both had Sandi and I
giggling.

"Uh, guys...  sorry.  I couldn't help myself," Ruth
apologized, "but...  well, sorry."

Sandi and I looked at each other and I said, "No problem.
It was nice to watch like this and, well, being on the same
bed was more than a little exciting."

They soon disengaged (though still attached by their own
cuffs) and encouraged us to climb out of bed.  We had maybe
twenty minutes before the next group discussion so we moved
to do a quick clean-up of the lobby, finishing just as the
rest of the gang filtered in.

Ruth arrived with a wet crotch-- she and Leon had obviously
not cleaned up-- and sat down with him.  She looked pretty
relaxed today.  I kissed Sandi one last time, knowing that I
would be chained to my own wife in a matter of minutes.

Perhaps there was something in the hypnosis sessions that
were getting us ready, but a sense of relief washed over me
as the other cuff of the set on my arm was, once again,
snapped shut around my wife's right wrist.

I would be wrong in saying that all of the other women I had
been with over the last 11 days meant nothing to me, but
they had their own husbands.  The other men Helen had been
with here had their own wives.

And now I had my own wife, and, before anyone could stop me,
I pulled her into a kiss.  We worked quickly to find that
"sweet spot" and melted each other's brains.

			End Ch 11

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+