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From: bemused817@aol.com (Bemused817)
Subject: {ASSM} It Really Happened (part 1)
Date: Wed,  4 Apr 2001 15:10:03 -0400
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"Early arrival" (part 1)

   I had been working out of town every week for a few months.  Leaving on
mondays and returning on friday evenings.  My beautiful wife Kathy would
send the kids to my parents house every friday on the weeks I was out all
week to spend the night, and we had had some very nice "reunions" upon my
return.

   Kathy is truely a beautiful doll with brown hair and eyes, about five
foot four inches tall and exercises diligently to keep in shape and keep
her weight down.  Her job is very stressfull at times and she had come to
look forward to our little "alone times" very much.  It seemed that the
more pressure she had at work, the more compliant she has become sexually.

   She had told me on several occasions that after her promotion to
supervisor, at the end of the week she just wanted to forget it all and let
someone else be in control.  Maybe I failed to recognise completely what
she meant, and now I realize that all she wanted was to be pampered, to
allow her to leave all her responsibilities behind.  Particularly on those
friday nights, but she always seemed to need for me to take control and
"lead" her.  By giving me control she seemed to be able to let loose and
enjoy herself more.

   I got finished early last friday and decided not to call and tell her. I
thought I'd just surprise her and arrive unannounced.  My mom had been
picking up the kids on the fridays when I worked out of town, and if she
would meet me at the door in but her green silk robe, I always knew that
she was willing and ready.  Each week she would wear a different color of
lingere under the robe, but I had called her on wednesday and requested the
black bra/thong, garter/lace top stockings set she had recently added to
her "collection".

   It was a very dark and gloomy afternoon and looked like it would snow.
When I approached the house I saw that there was already two cars in the
driveway, so I had to circle the block and park down the street at the side
of the house next door and walk up.  I noticed that the lights were only on
in the basement, and the bright lights were on in the kitchen.

   Sa I approached the house, and just before I was in clear view from
inside I saw our friend Ron, who has a ski Chalet near here, walk into the
kitchen with two Martini glasses in his hands.  I wondered what he was
doing there because to my knowledge he had only been alone with her on one
occasion when we had first met.

   I watched as he made two drinks.  But what I noticed was that he put
more than twice the amount of vodka in the first one and almost none at all
in the second one.  It did'nt occur to me until later what his reason for
doing that was, and the rest of the house was dark so I knew he was headed
to the basement when he walked away with the drinks.

   I'm in the process of finishing the basement and in the main room we
have a black sectional set that frames the entertainment center.  When I
heard the familiar sound of the besement door slam, I went around to the
side and down the steps to the outside basement door where from that
vantage point I could see into the entire main room, looking in toward the
entertainment center.

   She was sitting there across from the intertainment center and he handed
her her drink and sat on the section that was perpendicular to her facing
toward the staircase.  I could hear music playing and the muffled sound of
their voices thru the door.  He raised his glass to hers a few times in a
ploy that was evident to me that he was trying to get her to drink faster,
and then he toasted her, they gulped down the drinks and he got up to go
make another round after they were finished.

   It was almost dark as night by then, so while he was gone I made my way
around to the other side of the house, where I could look thru the hedge
and straight into where they were sitting through the basement window.  As
luck would have it, the window was lowered to allow the spring breeze to
blow thru, so I settled in to see if he was going to try what I was
thinking he was going to try.  When I looked in I was almost shocked to see
that she was already wearing her green silk robe.  And it appeared that she
was ready for my return, because she had on her black stockings as well.

   When he returned, instead of sitting opposite her, he handed her her
drink and sat next to her on the couch, facing the television.  They talked
about the weather, the stress she had had at work during her "busy season"
and what plans we all had for our summer vacations.  She was already
giggling from time to time, obviously from the strong drinks.  But it was
evident to me once again that he was hurrying her to finish her drink, and
when they were empty he took the glasses and stood to place them on the
coffee table.

   When he sat down again he sat right next to her, his arm resting behind
her back on top of the sofa.  He inched closer and she offered no
resistance at all when he turned her head toward him and placed a long
lingering kiss on her lips.  She broke the kiss after a few moments and
said, "please, stop." But he only turned her head toward him again and gave
her another kiss.  This time her mouth opened to his tongue, reluctantly,
but almost automatically.

   It was a long deep kiss, and she gasped when it was over, "Please Don't
Ron, Don could be home any minute...." But he just looked deeply into the
eyes and pulled the sash of her robe.  He untied it and opened the robe,
letting it fall from her shoulders to reveal the transparent black bra and
thong panty beneath the garter belt she wore with her lace top stockings.
It was the first time I had seen that lingere that she "had gotten as a
surprise" for me.  The Black made a striking contrast to her smooth white
skin, her dark nipples clearly visible thru the thin material of her bra,
and the tiny triangle of her panty barely enough to cover her.

   Her next sigh of "please don't, Ron" was silenced by another lingering
kiss as he stroked her breasts through the thin bra and her next statement
of simply "please" was nothing more than a whisper, as he pulled the cups
down and held her tender nipples upto his lips.

   She closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the top of the seat
and I could hear her whimper as "tended" to her left nipple with his mouth
and gently pulled the right one between the thumb and forefinger of his
left hand, time and time again, pulling just a little harder ecah time. 
"Please, please don't" she whimpered once again in one final attempt to
dissuade him, but her pleas were defied by her left hand, tightly grasping
a handfull of his hair, as she held his mouth more tightly against her
breast in an obvious signal of surrender.

   He took her right hand and placed her fingers where his had been and I
could see the glint of soft light reflecting off her fingernails as she
held ner nipple for him between her fingertips.  He let his left hand, now
free, trace down her abdomen and along her inner thighs.

   She resisted momentarliy when he placed his hand at her knee, and began
to raise her head, but he turned her head toward him and kissed her deeply
once again before she could speak.  With that he slowly but insistently
parted her knees right before my eyes, a dark spot of her moisture clearly
visible on her panty.  Then he seemed to test her by removing his hand and
placed her fingertips on her nipple again and showed her to do what he had
done earlier.  She kept her knees apart obediently and compliantly, the
final obvoius acceptance of her destiny.  He let his hand trace down
between her legs.  "Please" she said again one last time, but more weakly,
but he simply ignored her and slipped his fingers under the band of her
panty.  I was frozen in place as he cupped her freshly trimmed mound in his
hand and his middle finger searched for her most sensitive place.  It was
like a dream come true for me as I watched her open her knees even wider
when he held her open with his first and third fingers.  She gasped and let
her head fall back, eyes closed, mouth open, and I could see her wetness
glistening in the subdued light, coating his middle finger as he found her
treasure and touched her there.

   The last thing she said, before she placed her heels on the edge of the
seat and opened her legs as widely as she possibly could for him was,
"please don't stop".  And he did'nt, until he had given her the most
intense orgasm of her life.  Her familiar gasping and little cries of
peasure more intense that ever before....  Her pelvic thrusts ...  as if
they were specifically for my benefit.

   She seemed to collapse there, her hands at her sides, her heels fallen
from the edge of the couch.  A spot of moisture began to develop as her
moisture dripped down to her robe.  He miostened his index finger with her
nectar and raised it to his lips, and then once again, but to her lips. 
And then he kissed her one last time, the sweet flavor of her submission
for them both to taste together.  The last thing i heard her say, after her
breathing had returned to normal, as he took her hand to "lead" her up to
our bedroom, was, "please, no, I cant" "i'm so sorry, I want to, but please
understand, I could never go any farther without his premission.

   (end part 1 -- working on part 2 now!)

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