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From: norealwriter@hotmail.com
Subject: {ASSM} A Good Husband - Revised  (MF, Reluc, Interr, Light Bondage, Wife, MFF?)
Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2001 05:10:04 -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 posts and iron frame 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 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 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 being 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 rose too, 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 voluptuous wife as
any other guy would be.  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 four-year-old 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 saucers 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 a bit 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 and confidentially said close to
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 the proper 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 of its own accord 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 handkerchief 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.  Due to 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 but expert lover climb off the bed and
approach his wife's glistening crotch, head-on, a massive bulge
straining the black man's briefs.



Although it had been only ten minutes or so since Daryll had
arrived,  Roger was close to the point of losing it.  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, and condoms, 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 from
their occasional light-bondage fantasy.  Janine seemed a bit
worried, but before any words could get in the way, Roger
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 large 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 played counterpoint to 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 at once 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
as he climaxed, releasing his prodigious load safely within her
and within the condom.  In response, her nervous system
temporarily sent her mind and body 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.  He had watched as 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, Roger 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 her face.  Her body felt warm, 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 in turn sensed his
extreme hardness through her touch, and she quickly buckled and
stiffened as she came in her usual wonderful way.  He quickly
mounted her and played only but 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,
murmuring and kissing as they 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, perhaps more so than they had
been before their special night.  That night at the hotel had
come about because of Roger's intuition and initiative, proof
that he would indeed do anything to bring his wife pleasure. It
had been a new and unique experience that neither partner felt
needed further 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, that it seemed 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. The perfection of her as she moved across the room, the
way every aspect of her body exuded sexuality took his breath
away. When she turned and saw Roger staring, their eyes locked.
They held each other's gaze for quite some time 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. Once again
something clicked for him as he summoned memories of how his wife
would become wet when watching videos depicting women making love
to each other, or in threesomes with a man.  Wonderful scenarios
raged 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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