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Subject: {ASSM} A Good Husband, Chapter 1 Revised(MF, Reluc, Interr, Light Bondage, Wife, MFF?)
Date: Fri,  4 Jan 2002 00:10:05 -0500
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A Good Husband.

by norealwriter@hotmail.com

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

Chapter 1

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 hulking 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 soon.  
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 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 slowed and 
then finally 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 himself.  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 required 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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