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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: Ecstatic Cling: Alice
Part: 01/12
Universe: Ecstatic Cling
Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way
Keywords: rom mf oral slow hyp mc reluc
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		      Ecstatic Cling
		      Day  1:  Alice


		     by Jack C Lipton


We'd been having problems with our marriage for some time so
signing up for a "special" counseling session that would be
held away at a small resort (in the off season) didn't seem
like such a bad idea.  It wasn't even all that expensive
since some kind of "experimental" technique was going to be
tried.  We'd be here for two weeks.  We had no children
(yet) which had added to our frictions as a couple: I wanted
children and she didn't.

The other eleven couples that arrived were an interesting
mixture of ethnic backgrounds and given my frictions with my
wife my eye was attracted to three of the women who were
quite exotic in appearance.  Normally I wouldn't notice
women other than my wife at all but there wasn't much else
to draw my attention in this lobby where we all collected.

We finally saw our own marriage counselor show up with her
husband as part of another twelve couples that arrived.  I
was starting to wonder what was going on...

Finally, a much older couple arrived carrying notebooks and
folders, smiled to us all, and stepped to the center of the
room.

"Folks, welcome to our program in Comparative Marriage.  As
done with Comparative Anatomy, we'll be sharing more than
you originally realized.  You've all been screened and have
signed off the necessary paperwork, and, for the next two
weeks, you're here with us.  My husband Leon," the woman
gestured to her husband, "once made the observation that my
marital counseling would probably work better if each couple
could come to grip with their place relative to others.  So
this is basically what we're going to do.  Leon?"

He walked around the room, passing out 48 envelopes to each
of the people in the room.

"These are your jobs during our stay here.  There is no
staff here to provide a distraction.  You each have eleven
basic tasks to perform on specific days and each task has
you with a different partner.  Open them up."

I opened my envelope and found a big name badge and a list
of domestic tasks broken down by times of day and with a
different woman.  Each task was mapped out over a 40 minute
period so our days were 11 hours long with some breaks in
between, padding it out to 15.  OK, I might not like some of
these but I could cope with it.  I noticed that Helen wasn't
my partner for any of these jobs.

One couple put their badges on, so I put mine on, readable
from quite a distance, "Jack L".  Helen put her badge on as
the room rustled into activity as others finished do this as
well.  I looked at my schedule and looked up and saw the
jobs I needed to do during the days and the different women
I was partnered with for each day.  It was obvious that
everyone else was looking at their work partners too.

One woman, June, my partner for Thursday night, raised her
hand and was acknowledged.  "I notice that there is 40
minutes assigned to each task in a one hour period.  Is this
slack for us to catch up if we're a bit slow at it?"

Ruth, the apparent mastermind, smiled at her.  "No, part
of this therapy is learning how to share tasks with others
by talking while working.  You will also be working under
some physical handicaps.  Bill?  Your team is ready?"

The therapists stood up, went to each couple, and the next
thing I knew I was handcuffed to my wife.  What?

This caused quite a hubbub.  June seemed indignant.  Her
husband David didn't seem so upset.  All I could do was look
at my wife, look at the cuffs, look her in the eye again,
roll my eyes, and sigh.  She and I must have been enough in
tune because she did the same.  Of course, my left hand was
handcuffed to her right, the worst possible arrangement (I'm
a leftie, she's a rightie).

Soon as it calmed down, Ruth picked up the narrative again.
"You will be cuffed to your partner for each task.  You will
also be working nude, except for the few tasks, like
cooking, which will require protective aprons.  The extra
slack time, as June noted before, is to provide some slack
time so you can learn to work with your handicap.  We'll all
meet here between assignments.  Right now, though, your
first assignment is with your own spouse."

I saw our therapist press a pair of scissors into Helen's
hand.  We looked around in confusion.  We weren't the only
ones with that "deer in the headlights" look.

"Your first task is to get ready to clean each other up
after your trip.  So, considering you're cuffed together,
you'll have to cut off your shirts and bras."

Wow, this seemed weird.  I'd worn a comfortable golf shirt
and, considering the heat, that was all.  Helen could have
been more careful with the scissors, though, stabbing me
more than once.  I winced each time before our therapist
stopped her.

"Helen, consider that he'll be cutting off your blouse and
brassiere.  Do you really want him to be as careless as you
are being?"

My wife has seldom looked so startled.  She continued but
was a lot gentler handling the scissors.  My shirt had been
cut up the sleeve and through the collar as well as down my
left side.  With a look of trepidation, she handed me the
scissors, "I'm sorry.  I wasn't trying to hurt you, I just
wasn't trying hard enough not to."

Our therapist and her husband stood over us, nodding, as I
started on Helen's t-shirt (an easy enough task) and then I
snipped the one bra strap closest to me (I really didn't see
why she even wore a bra considering her "A" cup breasts),
and, duplicating how she'd peeled my shirt off, I peeled off
both her shirt and bra, exposing my wife's breasts to all
these other people.

I was anxious.  Helen was my one-and-only and I wasn't too
thrilled with sharing her, even visually, with others.

Three of the women here had worn dresses and now they were
all wearing just panties.  I looked around and seven of the
men in the room were much better built in the chest than I
was.  Two of the three black men in the room were more than
mildly daunting though their wives were quite the opposite
being small and almost dainty.

The group of therapists/counselors quickly undressed to the
buff (I was certainly startled) and handcuffed themselves to
their own spouses.  We were encouraged to stand and do
likewise.

Once we were all standing, quite naked, bare feet and all,
Ruth spoke again:  "Part of these exercises is for everyone
here to explore their sexuality with as many other partners
as possible.  You've all been screened and none of you has
anything contagious.  None of the women will have their
period during this two week period.  No contraceptives will
be allowed, so there are no IUDs and none of you have had
the shots.  You're all quite fertile, ladies.  Sometime in
these next two weeks you're likely to ovulate and you'll
leave here with a baby, pretty much guaranteed."

I sagged.  Compared to the men my wife would be working with
I was a nobody.

I did see a flash of fear in her eyes.

"Oh, and everyone, you will be chained to your scheduled
partner at 3PM each day and will sleep with them until you
get chained to your next.  So take a close look at your
schedule."

Tonight I was going to bed with Alice, so I looked around,
there she was with her badge hanging on top of her huge
breasts, at least 6'6" of big woman.  She was looking over
me carefully.  Her husband was a big guy too, seriously well
muscled but his dick, if anything, seemed to be smaller than
my own.  I looked over at Helen's sheet and saw she would be
sleeping with Roy, one of the well-muscled black men.  His
dick seemed a bit bigger than mine, which increased the
sense of unease over sharing my wife sexually as well as
visually.

I didn't realize that it cut both ways.

Next thing I knew they started a little dance and I soon
found my left wrist secured to Alice's right and Helen was
next to Roy.  I realized that other men were getting
erections as I felt the first flush of my own.  It felt good
to me that I wasn't the smallest here;  Alice's husband Jeff
was the smallest.  In fact, all of the most impressively
muscled men had small erections.  One fellow had a dick that
was easily 8" and that was the biggest I saw.  My not-quite
6" was in the top of the middle third.  Alice looked at it,
then at her husband's, then at mine again, and smiled at me.
That got me harder.  I'm sure I blushed at the attention.

Roy was with Alice's husband Jeff in the bottom third.  His
penis, so daunting flaccid, hadn't grown much in becoming
erect.  My wife (who I knew wasn't the virgin I'd been) did
not seem as uncomfortable.

We were soon herded into the shower room, handed soap, a
washcloth and shampoo and told to wash each other.  There
being only six shower heads, each with a stool next to it,
I was in the group that got to watch the first group as they
washed each other.

It was actually quite comical as it took them a while to
figure out that you really could not wash yourself and that
it was a VERY cooperative venture.  I lost my erection
seeing Roy's hands on my wife and her hands on his hardon.
They finally rinsed.  Alice's attention had been on her own
husband and his current partner, a tiny little oriental
woman named Dawn.

With the water turned off in the shower area and before any
of the couples could step out, Ruth called out, "Are you
sure you've gotten your women for tonight rinsed out?"

It took some explaining that they were supposed to check for
soap in the women's vulva's orally.  I looked at Alice, wide
eyed.  She was looking me over.  I noticed that few of the
men in the shower are looked thrilled but each woman sat on
one of the six stools in the room and spread her legs for
her partner to lick her to check if she was still soapy.  I
saw a look of trepidation on Helen's face and it seemed two
other women looked anxious for a moment.  Dawn was quite
ready for attention, though, as were two others.

I couldn't understand why Roy was objecting to this process
since I knew Helen to have an exceptionally pleasant flavor.
I'd always enjoyed going down on her before our relationship
started to sour.  I was quite certain her pussy hadn't.

Only three men had to be stood over by therapists and guided
in how to bring a woman off orally.  Jeff had gotten into it
and we heard Dawn come next to last given Jeff's slow start
and finally, with a lot of extra work (I saw our therapist
whispering in her ear) Helen got to her pinnacle and came.
Of the six women only Dawn and June had given more than a
mild groan on their orgasms.

Roy didn't look happy.  Uh-oh, I guess he still didn't like
the idea of oral activity.  Well, it made for two of them,
Helen certainly didn't like to go down either.  In that they
were probably well matched.  Roy's wife had watched this
with a bit of a smile.

They were all directed to switch places and I saw Roy's
sudden smile and Helen's frown, I guess he liked to be
orally serviced.  Well, some can obviously take it but they
can't dish it out.  Of the women placed kneeling in front of
the sitting man, only two didn't look anxious.  I was
surprised to see that all of the men came right quick and
each man's semen was captured in small cups, handled by the
various counselors.  Alice looked me over and smiled.  I
could see her nipples were fully erect now.

And then it was our turn to put on a show.

I enjoyed washing her hair (and it was nice to have mine
washed), her breasts were much bigger than Helen's (she told
me a "C" cup) and her nipples more pronounced so I had a
good time washing them and then washing her pussy.  I put a
lot of effort into running my wet hand in it to help the
rinsing process and brought her off by hand (Alice is loud)
and stretched up to kiss her.

The water was turned off and the women were quick to take
their places, knowing what was coming.  So, without any
prompting at all, I went muff diving.  I'd obviously done a
good job rinsing her, not tasting any soap so it was nice to
taste her as she came on my tongue again (and again), her
very responses to my activities showing me what she liked,
unlike Helen's silence.  I was finally pulled back by one of
the therapists and directed to exchange places.

The smile Alice gave me as she took my dick into her mouth
and ran her lips down it was exciting enough for me to come,
but she did a great job with her tongue and suction and I
could feel my own climax starting as she pulled off, the
product of my balls caught in a sample cup.  My first real
blow-job.  It was wonderful.  I didn't even think of
objecting when she pulled my face to hers and kissed me.

That explained how I was so unsteady on my legs when I stood
up and walked back out.  I could see Helen glaring at me and
Alice, which didn't seem fair.  I did notice that Ruth saw
her expression and, once we were seated in the lobby again
(while our own counselors got to use the shower area) Helen
was put in the hot-seat.

"Helen, why so angry at Jack and Alice?"

Helen couldn't say much right away.  I could watch her
seething.  Roy, chained to her right hand, looked worried,
almost like a cornered animal.

"We already know that you don't like to have sex with Jack,
so why are you so upset?  Did you expect to have a monopoly
on him forever?"

I could tell that Helen was ready to explode.  She didn't
want to say anything at all, but it finally poured out, "He
wants to have children.  I don't.  He won't wear a rubber or
get a vasectomy, so I won't have sex with him.  And he
stopped going down on me too!"

I found my left hand captured by Alice, gently squeezing it,
so I looked up at her and her eyes were soft and wet
looking.  I pulled her hand up with mine and kissed the back
of it.  She smiled at me.  Meanwhile I heard some of the
others chuckling at the thought that she should get licked
despite not putting out herself.

"So, Helen, why didn't you go on the pill or get the shot or
even get an IUD?  Or even a tubal ligation?"

"Me?  Mess up my body?  Just so that he can fuck me?"  Helen
was getting really red-faced with anger and Roy, chained to
her, was trying to back off as far as the handcuffs allowed
(which wasn't real far).  He shot me a look that I'd almost
think was respect-- or maybe pity.  He looked even more like
a cornered animal despite his imposing physique.

"Helen, you're going to be going home pregnant anyway, it's
just unlikely for the child to be your husband's."

Helen was red all over, now.  She growled.

"OK, but you'd better get pretty good at alternative sexual
activities to satisfy the men you'll be in bed with since we
won't be teaching any of those tricks until next week.  So
you'd better be pretty inventive in bed if you expect to
walk out of here a free woman.  We already noticed that you
are un-talented at oral sex.  Jack, how is she with anal?"

Oh God No, they were dragging me into this.  I sighed, Alice
squeezed my hand to provide some emotional support, so I
answered, "I don't know.  I never had much interest and she
hasn't encouraged me to try."

Ruth was smiling at me.  So was Alice and at least three
other women.  "So, Jack, what's your feeling about what you
just went through?"

I relaxed, "It was nice to wash and touch.  It felt so good
that she responded so well to me, letting me know how I was
doing and helping me learn how to please her.  Alice tastes
good, too, and I felt *great* when she came from my licking
her.  I'd never really heard a woman come like that."  I
looked at Alice, "Is that normal?"

Alice shook her head before answering, "No really, I mean, I
can go off pretty easily and I was ready for it, but, with
my friends, it sounds like it's unusual.  Look at how many
didn't make much noise when they came in the first group."

A lot of people nodded.  I could tell Helen was glad to be
out of the center of attention.

"So, Roy, how did you feel when Helen came?"

He didn't look happy.  He growled.

"I understand that you were just learning for the first time
just like Jeff.  How did you feel when she came?"

Roy shrugged.  "Hey, at least she came."

"Jeff, how did you feel when Dawn came?"

Jeff leaned back in his chair, looked at Dawn, "Like a
million dollars.  After seeing Alice get off with Jack, I
can't wait to try it on her.  Thanks for teaching me."  He
turned to Alice, "I'm sorry hon."

"Kim how did it feel to have George ready to shoot in your
mouth?"  Kim had been about as reluctant as Helen had been.

Kim looked around, flustered.  "Uh, it was exciting to hear
him groaning.  I got turned on that I could exert control
like that, and that he was responding to *me*.  I've never
wanted to do that before.  I'm not sure how good I can get
at it."

George, sitting next to her, added "Hey, Kim, you're really
very good at it.  Thank you, it was wonderful.  I just
wished I had been better when I went down on you.  It was
hard for me to tell what you liked."

Ruth turned to Mark and asked him how he'd liked his first
time tonguing a muff (I think she used non-clinical language
to keep us focused), he indicated that he was afraid he'd
be bad at it but "it was easy to figure out with the way Pam
was letting me know I was doing all right.  Like Jack, I
felt like I could do no wrong when she came."  He turned to
Pam and they smiled at each other.

Once all of our counselors and therapists returned we got
into discussing what was expected of us.  Ruth finally
summarized it.

"You're all here to realize that there *is* competition for
you to face in order to keep your spouse.  You need to learn
to communicate both verbally and sexually.  You will have
different partners so that you'll learn how with someone you 
won't be intimidated by before you'll face your own spouse
at the end.  There'll be some extra psychological work-ups as
we go along since we're still seeing how to make this work
for more people.  We've learned a lot from the previous two
groups that have been through this.  Any questions?"

I couldn't think of any.  I retrieved my schedule and saw
that Alice and I were to set thirteen tables in the dining
room today between 5PM and 5:40PM, which started in 10
minutes.

We stepped into the big dining room finding the tables still
against the wall, along with chairs.  One of the counseling
pairs came over and helped us move the tables into an almost
square grid-work, taking up less than a third of the floor
space.  We were guided (and assisted) in finding the table
cloths, napkins and silverware, then the plates.

Crockery is not easy to deal with when one hand isn't your
own.  You end up talking, in detail, how to deal with it so
nothing gets broken (not a good idea given our bare feet).

Alice and I were comfortable working together like this and
were able to have the dining room ready by the allotted
time.  We were directed to the exercise area, where Ruth and
Leon (now quite naked) were waiting for us, directing us to
sit on the bench.  Once the rest of the "victims" arrived
(I didn't particularly feel like a victim, myself, but I did
worry about how Helen felt) she got down to brass tacks.

"Mark, Pam, you guys worked on getting the food into the
oven for Sam and Patty.  Mark, how did Pam do?"

Mark smiled, "She was wonderful once we realized we couldn't
work alone and had to deal with the way our hands were.  It
wasn't easy at first but ... we worked it out."  The smiled
at each other again, a rather contented look.

"Pam, how'd it go from your point of view?"

Pam smiled a happy smile.  "It was nice to have him listen
to me and talk to me.  We managed to avoid dropping things.
I got to the point where I was getting horny and trying to
rub myself against his body."

"So, Pam, how'd you like to show him your approval?  And,
Mark, how would..."

Pam beat Ruth to the punch-line, climbing onto Mark's lap
facing him and rubbing his erect penis with her own crotch,
their eyes on each other.  She hid his dick surprisingly
quickly and they both moaned.

Pam and Mark pushed each other together and moaned some more
as they ground their way to a quick climax.  It was like
they were primed to go off instantly.

Ruth turned to Helen and Roy.  Roy didn't look comfortable.
"So, Helen, Roy, how'd things go making those beds up?"

She glared at Roy who seemed to wither.  "It went slow.  He
kept feeling me up."

Roy was pretty heavily wilted, but Ruth maintained pressure
on her, with "And this was a problem because ..."

"I couldn't get the job done because his hands were never in
the right place!"

Ruth sighed.  "Helen, it's not you or Roy doing the work, it
takes BOTH of you to do the work.  Together.  Talking.  Did
you talk to him?"

I think Helen being placed on the defensive did something
for Roy since he spoke up with "Well, all she did was tell
me to keep my hands and dick away from her and to let her
get this done fast.  I, uh, couldn't seem to follow her very
well, even when I was concentrating on it."

"Helen, didn't he try?"

Helen rolled her eyes, "OK, he tried.  But he had a hard-on
the whole time, too."

I think the rest of us rolled our eyes in a 'well, duh' kind
of way.  To me this reaction wasn't much of a surprise, I'd
heard it before.  A few of the women giggled.

"So what was your problem?  Was he demanding anything just
because he was erect?"

Helen paused.  I could see her anger start to deflate.  "Uh,
no, he didn't.  It was just there all the time.  I thought
it was disrespectful."

This time the titter rolled across the room.  Alice squeezed
my hand.

"Jack, was she always this sensitive?"

I nodded, and, despite how Helen would feel after these two
weeks, added "Well, she's always telling me she doesn't want
to feel like she's lusted after.  She just wants love but,
I think, without any sex."

Ruth looked around the room, "OK, which of you have heard
that kind of thing before?"

Four other men raised their hands and four women started to
blush.

"All right, on that note, lets get to dinner."

Dinner was slow for me since Alice had my left hand but we
soon worked it out, taking turns (and sometimes helping each
other).  At our table was a chained pair of counselors.

We were concentrating so much on our own dinners (a simple
but satisfying casserole, done to make it easiest to cook)
that we only took minimal notice of disturbances at other
tables, until the screaming match two tables over started.
Carl and June were making quite a scene (I was pleased Helen
wasn't as bad an example, I could tell she and Roy had
worked out how to feed themselves and each other) trying to
get control of their chained hands, screaming at the other
to let them eat.

Ruth and Leon got up and walked over to the table and told
them to calm down.  Both of them glared at the leaders and
said they needed to be un-chained.

Ruth and Leon held up their own joined hands asking why?

I can't believe the snarling coming from them.  I looked at
their respective spouses and saw them cringing despite the
comforting they were getting from their current partner.

"All right, everybody, listen up!"

We all went silent.

"Counseling couples can't answer this since you've done this
before.  All couples currently able to have dinner, raise
your cuffed hands!"

Alice was quicker than I was but our hands went up.  I moved
my left hand to hold hers.  I was pleased to see Helen and
Roy raise their hands and Jeff and Dawn where there too.
Sex might be a problem but meals, well, when you're hungry
you work something out.

Only one other couple besides Carl and June didn't raise
their hands, instead they were glaring at each other.

"Carl, June, Walter, Peggy-  figure it out or you'll be
off to bed hungry.  This is really quite childish of you.
Look around, figure out how others are sharing their meals
and try to emulate.  You're here to learn how to share, not
dominate."

Suitably chastened they quieted down and started taking
turns moving food to their faces.  They weren't happy at
first but they soon developed some comfort.  I did see Helen
slip a forkful into Roy's mouth for him and spied him
reciprocating.  They were getting along very well together.

Dinner finally broke up and Alice and I started picking up
the dishes, scraping and bringing them to the kitchen for
cleaning.  We pulled the tablecloths and got them into the
laundry, then vacuumed the floor.  This went pretty quickly
since we'd gotten used to working so closely together and
I found this tall woman rubbing against me (and my erection)
several times.  By the time the 8PM group discussion started
back in the lobby I'd been erect for a while.  (Of course
two can play at that game, so I'd been rubbing myself
against her and touching her butt a bit, so she had very
stiff nipples and a line of her lubricant down her thigh.)

The theme tonight was teamwork and we all shared our work
experiences from the afternoon.  Alice and I didn't have any
real problems so I was seriously content to cuddle with her.
Others, though, faced some critiques.  I was half-dozing
with Alice when my name got called and I was jolted awake,
disoriented.

"I said, Jack, how would you rate Alice in the last three
plus hours?"

All I could do was sigh happily and add "She's been great,
we've been able to talk, she's been very tolerant of me.  Is
it possible for me to keep her?"

Helen shot me a look of utter consternation, but it was Ruth
that answered, with, "Why?  What's so different about her
compared to Helen?"

I had to think this one over, in an attempt to avoid Helen's
wrath, then I was told to just answer immediately, so I did,
off the cuff: "Helen argues with me, things have to be her
way.  She doesn't want children, she wants me to prove that
I love her despite not having sex, so I've backed away and
usually don't want to talk to her.  She always seems to have
an agenda that she won't reveal until it's too late for me
to back out."

Joanie interrupted us with "But that's what happens between
me and Carl, too.  He wants sex, I've spread my legs for him
since he's my husband, but he only really talks to me when
I'm supposed to do something for him.  And, when it comes to
sex, he doesn't take much interest in what I want."

Pam was nodding, "Same here.  Walter has his plans, doesn't
discuss them with me, and he tells me what to do.  I don't
like that so he complains how I'm not much good in the sack.
As if he was interested in me enjoying myself there..."

It seemed like I wasn't really alone when Mark spoke up
about Pam, telling us "Well, she doesn't exactly show a lot
of interest is sex, and when she talks to me it's usually
about things that I don't want to hear much about since I
don't like to be constantly reminded of my mistakes.  And
she apparently doesn't make any."

Bill looked around at all of us and spoke, quietly, with
"Peggy ... doesn't ... uh ... like me to talk ... about ...
her."  He suddenly had this stricken and cornered look in
his eyes.  His current companion, Belle, pulled him into a
tight hug as he started crying.

Almost all of us started to stare at Peggy, who'd been
looking daggers at her husband.  Her chained partner Walter
who was apparently less than pleased with his wife's outing
of him, was obviously not the comforting type;  he just sat
back next to Peggy.  I could see the glare Belle was sending
back to the wife of the quaking man she was holding.

I don't know how long it took but Peggy suddenly realized
that she was being stared at.

Our time was up with the discussion, so we moved into the
showers again (leaving Belle holding Bill for now) and got
ready for bed.  We were directed to repeat the activity of
the morning and I had a good time doing so.  Alice tasted
wonderful and I brought her off a couple of extra times
before she herself pushed me back and we swapped places.

Obviously she was well practiced at this and she took her
time to bring me to the brink, keeping me there for extra
minutes, before she had me empty my prostate into her mouth.

I've seen videos of women showing off a tongue covered in
semen but had never seen it in real life, much less with MY
ejaculate.  It was more affecting than I would have believed
possible.  She swallowed and then was kind enough to me to
rinse her mouth before kissing me.  I think I got a little
of the flavor but her kiss almost got me hard again.

Dried off, we went off to our assigned room for the night,
which had a pair of double beds.  Well, we'd be sleeping
close to each other anyway, so the bed size wasn't likely to
be much of a problem.

Since all we had were light sheets, we crawled in together,
pulled the sheet up, and started to work out a comfortable
position.

Despite Alice's height she was quite thin so we finally got
into a comfortable spoon position, her on her right side
with me cuddled up to her back, my right arm under her head
and the left wrapped around her.  Despite this, we talked a
bit about ourselves before we (or at least I) faded into
sleep.

Our sleep wasn't completely uninterrupted, since one or the
other of us needed to shift, which woke us both up.  We even
got up together at 3 so she could pee again (elimination is
not a romantic activity and being chained puts this
biological requirement pretty much up close and personal.
It took my turn and shook off, both of us then returning to
the bed.

I was expecting to go to sleep.  That's not what happened.

I'd gotten another erection walking back to the bed so she
pushed me down on my back and straddled me, rubbing herself
against my crotch, which felt very good to me, until she
impaled herself on my erect member.

Now I'm not real big.  I mean that.  And, while Helen was
more experienced than I was sexually (having been married
before) she never felt like this.

With Alice riding me I recognized what I'd been missing from
my marriage to Helen for so long;  she never pursued me to
bring me pleasure as I'd pursued her.  Of course, with that
realization I got even more into our intimate embrace and
ground against her until we reached climax together.

I'd never known how wonderful it was to be deep inside a
woman and having her orgasm around me.  She came before I
could and triggered me to slam into her and give her what I
had built up.  I held her on top of me as we calmed down and
floated in a state of bliss.  We kissed each other.

For such a tall woman she didn't weigh all that much.  We
fell asleep like this, her still impaled on my slowly
shrinking member, making happy humming noises at each other.

The phone awakened us at 6:15.  We needed to get ourselves
going for the day, but first, Alice was still impaled on me
and I was hard again, so, lying there under her, I started
to stroke into her half-asleep body, triggering some moaning
from her which got me more interested.  Her own body was
responding to these attentions and were soon kissing and
I was encouraged to roll us over, get on top, and slam in to
her. 

A responsive woman like this does wonders for a man's ego.
I was getting so much feedback that I seemed to know what
she wanted me to do and was responding to her and she came
long before I was ready.  She was in the throes of her
second climax of this session when I gave her what her body
was demanding and spray-painted her vagina white.

I wanted me a woman just like this one.  The feeling that I
could bring her pleasure (while enjoying it directly myself)
felt like the perfect drug.

We didn't have time to clean up before running to the health
club for our exercise time (along with all of the other
couples) and we were directed to a pair of recumbent bicycle
machines and the machines calibrated for our warm ups.  We
were obviously not the first to arrive nor the last, beating
two more couples into the club area.  Only Carl and June
seemed to be missing.

The couple that got us set up noticed Alice's (and my) wet
and matted pubic hair and the woman whispered in my ear that
we both looked good and happy.

The machines in the room were set up in a fashion so that it
was easy for us to see the rest of the exercise stations as
they were set up.

After we climbed off the next couple up had one go "Ewwwww!"
Oh.  Alice left a puddle of my semen on the seat.

I reached over and got a towel to wipe it off the seat and
offered to wipe Alice's thighs which she refused.  We got
smiled at by one of the counselors as we were let to a
weight machine and coached in pulling it together while we
faced each other.

Pulling down on the weight bar together with a woman who was
dripping your seed and still smelling of the hot sex you'd
had less than half an hour before made the exercise go fast
for me.  I'd usually been quite sedentary but this was an
exceptionally pleasant way to exercise.  Rubbing against
other made our session seem far too short.

I saw Roy and Helen working at another station and she still
seemed anxious around him but she kept looking over at us as
we exercised (and was focusing all too much on how wet our
sexual organs were) and I think she was distressed at how
hard I was getting, stroking Alice's pussy with it.  Alice
was pretty aware of this and was doing her best to stroke me
back during the exercises we went through.

One couple just started fucking on a weight bench, pushing
him onto his back, straddling him, and banging each other's
brains out.  Alice and I shared a look, she nodded.

Helen and Roy were next scheduled on that weight machine and
she made sure to catch my eye as she followed the previous
couple's example.  It didn't take long for Roy to fill her
up but saw no sign of Helen reaching anything approaching a
climax.

We worked through the stations and took our turn on that
weight bench and Alice drained me again.  I was pleased with
how orgasmic she was.

We all went to clean up as we finished the exercise sessions
and I rinsed out Alice pretty well before checking her for
soap.  No soap and just the barest taste of my own issue.
My squeamishness was far more relaxed than I'd ever thought.
And it *still* felt great to have her come on my tongue.  As
expected, though, I was unable to rise to the occasion.  I
didn't expect anything and told her (as sweetly as possible)
that she'd done too well before (three times in the last 5
hours was a lot, when you get down to it).

Breakfast was more involved than dinner had been last night
and we finally saw Carl and June as we sat down.

Oh My God.

They obviously did not have a good night's sleep.  In fact,
there was ample evidence that they'd been fighting.  Carl
wore scratches in all kinds of places and a black eye, but
June was sporting a bunch of facial bruises along with her
arms.  I'd never seen anything like it and they must have
been hurting.  They did their best to eat one-handed and
would occasionally glare at each other.  I took a closer
look and realized that Walter and Peggy weren't without any
bruises but they were a bit less glaring.

I wasn't looking forward to dealing with either June or
Peggy.

It was obvious what was likely to be discussed in today's
9AM group discussion.  Walter and Peggy had obviously shown
hostility to each other over-night but were at least civil
(they hadn't fooled around during the exercise session, at
least, and were done with their showering before we went in
to clean up) to each other.  Carl and June looked like they
were still ready to kill each other.

The 9AM meeting proved I was able to predict the obvious.
I sat with Alice next to me as we saw Carl and June worked
over.

"Carl, June, We see you two couldn't keep your hands off of
each other last night.  Did either of you enjoy it?"  Ruth
had way too good a grasp of sarcasm;  my teeth were aching.

The grunted back at her.

"So, you two, how'd it start?"

June opened her mouth first, "That bastard pulled me out of
my bed!  I ended up on the floor!"

There is now no doubt in my mind that only Walter and Peggy
in our audience didn't realize what had been implied.  Maybe
Walter and Peggy had been able to sleep with their arms
stretched across the gap but, from the looks on the faces of
the other 9 couples, nobody else had even tried (or was
stupid enough to *want* to try).

Startling to me, it was Helen who broke the silence with a
giggle.  We were soon laughing and I saw June maintain her
defiance but it was taking a beating.  Carl wasn't in much
better shape.

"You ... tried ... to ... sleep ... in ... different ...
beds?  What a hoot!"  Helen couldn't hold it in.  This was a
side to her that I'd seen little of and would have missed.
Now I wanted to see more of her like that.

Alice had found this funny.

Dawn added, "So, how'd you two get so beat up?"

June answered with "Well, after ending up on the floor, I
got up and slapped him for throwing me out of my bed."

Ruth brought some order to this.  "Joanie, Mark, some quick
questions.  Joanie, does Carl normally sleep with you?"

Joanie shook her head.  "He's got the big bed, I have a twin
bed.  The only thing he wants to do together is fuck.  I
haven't shared a bed with him all night yet."

Mark added (without prompting) "She doesn't like me to sleep
close to her, so I'm either sleeping on the couch or up to
the edge of our bed.  And there's very little sex."

Ruth nailed both of them in turn with a stare: "So, are you
such control freaks that you can't even share a bed?  Carl?"

"I just don't" with a glare at June and then Joanie, " like
getting woken up in the middle of the night.  Joanie usually
wants to talk about something stupid when I want to sleep."

June's lament was different, "Well, I've got to keep him
away from me somehow, don't I?  I'd never get any sleep with
him or Mark, so I'm used to having a bed of my own!"

"So, Mark, you don't sleep with your wife normally?"

He snorted, "Of course not!"

It took several minutes for things to quiet down.  He was
red-faced.

"Walter, Peggy, do either of you sleep with your spouses?"

They were shaking their heads.

Ruth sighed.  "I was hoping you would be further along in
caring enough.  Carl, you first, then Walter: What do you do
so you can have sex with your wife?"

Carl told us that he told her to spread them and he'd fuck
her.  Walter was nodding.

"Wow, you've got very accommodating wives.  Joanie, how would
you contrast John with your husband?"

Joanie sighed, "John took his time last night, I didn't know
I could enjoy having sex at all.  And this morning he liked
it when I got on top of him.  I came then, too.  And... in
the exercise room ... with everybody watching ... I had to,
well, do it again."  She cuddled up to John, who seemed to
be in a very good mood.  "I felt so loved when he held me."

This went around the room and got to Helen, being asked how
Roy and I were different, answering, "Well, Roy is pushier
than my husband, which I resisted, but, after seeing how my
husband fucked around last night, I figured he'd better not
mind me doing it.  Roy came to fast for me, though."

"So you were getting somewhere?"

Helen shook her head no and shrugged.

"We'll look into that problem later.  Did you get off in the
shower at least?"

She nodded, but not enthusiastically.

Alice was put on the spot next and I found out that she did
like how I held her and cuddled her.  "And climbing on top
of him in the middle of the night was, well, wonderful.
Jeff would get really upset with me any time I did that.  It
was nice to be in control.  Doing it in front of an audience
was one heck of a jolt, though.  I wouldn't want that often
but it was so strange-- and exciting!"

Finally Beth described her husband Claude in comparison to
her current partner David before the session broke up.  It
was 10AM, time to clean, vacuum and dress the beds in three
of the guest rooms.  We went at it.  We were working very
well together as a team so it was done quickly so we were
early to work on lunch, another job that went quickly.  The
gas grill was set up in a courtyard right off the dining
room but it looked like we were going to have lunch out
there.  We made sure the grill was clean and got the meat
out for cooking, working with a counseling couple showing us
where to collect items.  We soon had hamburgers and franks
going on the grill and we got to watch Carl and June as they
finished prepping the tables and chairs for lunch.  They did
seem to be getting along a little better, considering Carl's
psych interview was at 10AM daily.  (I did wonder why the
schedule was fixed for men rather than women but just 
shrugged it off as one of those incomprehensible accidents
of history since it didn't really matter.)

Lunch was a nice sit-down, this food being a bit more
involved to eat, requiring both hands for too much.  I saw
Carroll and Sandi try something and brought it to Alice's
attention.  We followed their lead but Alice upped it a bit
by making sure my erection was well-hidden as she sat in my
lap and we fed each other.  We'd work on the same burger
together and end up kissing when it was done, so this was
working out very, very well.  I liked eating like this.  It
sure looked like Alice did too.

Wrapped up in each other's attentions we paid little heed to
anyone else.  After we climaxed and cuddled, our shared meal
completed, we looked around and saw that everyone, even the
most fractious fighters, had followed this example.  Ruth on
Leon's lap was a nice touch, too, but they were still
working towards a release.

Ruth is a screamer.  I *think* there were others but I'd
been too intent on my partner (still working on my softened
but not completely deflated penis) to pay any attention.  It
didn't matter since I'd have a chance to discover who.
While Alice doesn't scream she certainly moaned.

I have no idea why the "Powers that Be" seem to think sex is
so terrible.  My wife I thought had been screwed up by it
but I felt wonderful when my current partner showed the
pleasure I was trying to give her.  It wasn't like I tried
to hide how *I* felt with her attentions.  A feedback loop
like this was quite a snare, and one I'd be happy to stay
in.

After lunch was our psych interview.  We sat side-by-side in
a reclining love-seat and were talking about things we liked
in each other and then I seemed to wake up from a doze.  Was
that right?  When I apologized for falling asleep I was told
not to worry about it.

It was back to the lobby, our main meeting room.  We cleaned
up (I found some semen and pussy juice marks on the leather
furniture which was easy to clean up) and we vacuumed to
floor and cleared the wastebaskets.

I was so used to Alice by this time we were almost moving as
one with no false steps.  We'd also touch each other now and
then, not always sexually, and not always consciously, to
project caring.

Before everybody arrived in the lobby she bent over a table
and asked me to do for her again.  Well, she was dripping
enough that both of her thighs were wet.  I made sure that
she wanted me and we were soon slamming together.

We were coming down from our mutual climaxes (well, her
fourth from the session, she'd drained me pretty well
before, she kept coming as it took so long for me to boil
over) when we heard applause.  We looked around to find all
24 other couples in the room, and we were helped to the
center of the room, still panting.  Despite everything we'd
learned so far, I could feel my face burning.

We were soon connected to our next partner;  I was chained
to petite Dawn (who smiled at me, which ended up having me
feel pretty good) as Alice was partnered to Roy.  Helen was
now with Carroll, Kim's husband.

We had a good talk and I (and Alice) got teased over our
show as everyone had arrived.

We soon were led away for the first "cleansing" with our new
partners.  I looked at Dawn, she looked at me, we smiled at
each other on the way to the shower room.

My first day with a woman other than my wife had been quite
an education.  What would the following ten days bring
before Helen and I were re-joined?


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