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Subject: {ASSM} Blackmail (MF, MM, Lingerie)--Repost from 1999
Date: Sun,  9 Mar 2003 16:10:05 -0500
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This is a repost of a message I wrote a few years ago.  I've been
thinking about it lately and thought others might enjoy it.  As
always, comments are welcome.

More and more over the last few months, my thoughts have drifted back
to an event that happened to me some eight years ago.  Comments are
welcome.

I was a National Guardsman from a Northwestern state.  My unit was
called up for duty in the Gulf War and I spent from November 1990 to
April 1991 in Saudi Arabia and Kuwait.  During that time my wife,
Andrea (Andi), had cultivated a new independence; an independence I
encouraged.  She wrote me describing her trips out with friends to
drink and play pool--things she never did with me.  I loved the idea.
When it came time for me to rotate home, I couldn't wait to get home
to my wife.

When I got home things were great.  My wife had shed a few pounds and
some of her sexual inhibitions while I was gone.  She would come to my
business dressed to kill in short but tasteful skirts, garters and
stockings.  She would come into my office and ravage me.  I'd go home
to find her in a candle-lit room, wearing sexy lingerie and we'd fuck
for hours.  She even went down on me in a theater once.  Things were
great for the first three months after I got back. Then it all
stopped.

It made no sense to me. We were in the middle of a sexual free-for-all
and it all dried up.  I was in a panic.  What did I do?  What could I
do to make it right?  Was she seeing someone else?  Was she going to
leave me?  I asked all of these questions and more. She told me it was
nothing to worry about and she would be back to her old self in  time.
I wasn't buying her brush-off.  I continued to press her but I got
nowhere.  She still dressed the part though.  She made it a point to
dress in front of me.  She'd slowly slip her stockings over her
thighs.  She'd slide her fingers into the back of her panties and pull
them tight as she looked over her shoulder at me.  She knew I was
watching and it was driving me nuts.  Finally, after four months, I
could take it no more.  

I confronted her one cold Tuesday morning.  I told her I wouldn't
tolerate her teasing anymore and the thought of being without sex
wasn't going to fly.  We blew up at each other and I stormed off to
work.  The day dragged as I went back to the mornings argument; I felt
bad and wanted to put it behind us.  As angry as I was, I loved my
wife and wanted to mend our relationship.  I left the office that
night prepared to suck up to her any way I could.

When I got home, I found a note taped to one of the window panes that
flank our front door.  It read: 

"I'll be home in a little while.  Get a drink and watch the movie I
rented for you.

Love,

Andi"

What the hell could she be thinking?  We had one of the biggest fights
of our 9 year marriage and she wants me to watch a movie?  God, what a
bitch.  I fumbled for the keys and came in from the rain.

I mindlessly sat in front of the TV and started the movie.  It was
already into the flick as a bunch of guys sat around a campfire.  I
wasn't really paying attention to the western on the TV until it
became obvious that this was a gross parity, never really intended to
be a western.  It had some of the elements; men in chaps, big hats
and horses, but that is where the similarity ended.  I couldn't
believe my eyes as one of the "cowboys" got on his knees in front of
one of the others and pulled his cock out of his jeans and started to
gobble his dick.  I was stunned.  What was my wife thinking?  Did she
get this movie by mistake?  It didn't matter--I was getting nervous
because I was getting hard watching.  I was lost in thought and lust
when I heard a sound behind me.  

There was my wife, with her hand down the front of her gym shorts and
the other squeezing a hard nipple. Her eyes were locked on the screen
and she was on the verge of orgasm.  She moaned through shortened
breath,

"That's what I want."

She slipped to the floor and came.  I was stunned.  All I could manage
was, "You want what?"

"I want to see two men together.  See them, you know..."

"No I don't", my voice became louder and more indignant.  I began to
scream at her,  "You're out of your mind.  What in the hell is wrong
with you!"

"I...I...just want to see it.  In person.  In the same room.  I want
to see you, Jim."

I grunted and went to bed.  We didn't talk for almost a week.  Finally
she asked me to forgive her but she still wants to see it.  After
almost two months, constant badgering, and six months without sex I
began to listen.  A few more weeks and I relented.  Once and only once
I'd do it for her then it was back to us and wild fucking.  She was
like a kid at their birthday party.  She giggled and stared making
plans.  The next day she told me that Friday was the night and she
already had a guy lined up.  Oh great!

The rest of the week was blur for me.  I could think of nothing else.
I tried to get out of it a dozen times and each time she talked me
back into it. Finally Friday got here as it always does and we wnet
out to dinner and to meet my one-night-stand. We went to the downtown
Hilton to have dinner in their award winning steakhouse.  I was
horrified to find Alan there.

Alan is one of the young up and comers at law firm that my wife works
with.  He was young, fit, and attractive. Many of the unattached women
at the bar eyed him as we waited for our table.  I remeber nothing
about dinner or our trip up to the room 2346--my wife thought of
everything.   The elevator ride up to the 23rd floor took for ever.
When the doors finally slid open, I was mortified.  Here I was, about
to have sex with a man!  My mind was racing and I wasn't thinking
clearly.  Panic began to set in as Andi opened the door and let us in.


The suite was well appointed and we all sat down;  Alan and I on the
couch and Andi in the chair. She sat and smiled.  I just sat.  They
talked about the office and I tried to think of a way to escape.
Then, as if from another person, I whispered, "We have to shower
first."  I couldn't believe I said it, but there it was.  I was not
thrilled about this to begin with but I sure wasn't going to have sex
with some sweaty guy who'd worn the same clothes for the last 14-15
hours.  

They just looked at me, so I cleared my throat and said it again, "We
have to shower first."  

Andi jumped to her feet and led us to the bathroom.  Alan quickly
stripped and jumped into the shower.  I wasn't in as big a hurry and
finally followed him after a couple of minutes.  He must have
understood because with his back to me, I could clearly see that he
had lathered himself below the waist.  I stood in the corner, cold
from the cooled spray that, a split second earlier, was hot, hit my
body.  I shivered as I held my hands over my crotch and looked at him.
He turned and I could see that his flaccid, circumcised, cock was
bigger
than mine but not too big. He rinsed his butt and exited the shower.
I cleaned myself quickly and much to my surprise, my cock was
beginning to grow. I could feel the warmth of the dinner wine course
through my veins as I stepped form the shower.  Alan was there, dried,
with a towel around his waist, waiting for me.

I was uncomfortable as he watched me dry myself.  I turned my back on
him and finished.  We both went onto the dressing room that separated
the main room from the bathroom.  Andi met us there.  She looked
wonderful.  She was wearing a small mint colored bustier, matching
low-cut panties, and black nylons.  Her full breasts were barely
contained by the material, and her auburn hair cascaded over her milky
white shoulders.  She took my breath away.   She grinned and at the
end or each of her outstretched fore-fingers, hung a pair of women's
panties.  Alan snatched one of them from her and slid past her to the
sitting room. I just stood there, my mouth agape.  She leaned forward
and whispered in my ear, "Just this one time."   She dropped the
panties at my feet and walked to the other room.  Her firm ass,
sculpted by hours in the gym, wiggled under her panties.  I was as
horny as I'd ever been.

I stood there and stared at the crumpled heap of nylon lying on my
left foot. I leaned down and picked them up.  They felt cool and fresh
in my hands.  I always liked to see women in sexy lingerie, but had
never considered it for myself.  I stepped into them and looked in the
full-length mirror. I looked silly.  They were my wife's.  Pink nylon,
size six, wide, lacey elastic trim at the waist, and slimmer frilly
trim at the legs.  I reached down and dragged my finger tips over my
balls--it felt electric.  I took a deep breath to calm myself and
walked into the next room and my destiny.  

Andi and Alan were in the same spots as before.  She was sitting
side-ways in the chair with her legs pulled up onto the overstuffed
chair.  She had the tip of one finger in her pouty mouth.  Alan looked
a little more relaxed.  He was leaning back on the couch, legs
slightly spread.  I sat down next to him, uncertain who was supposed
to do what to whom.  It only took a couple of seconds before I
understood.  Alan reached over and grasped my hand and laid it on his
crotch.  I felt the heat of his cock as it began to stir under the
nylon of his undies.   I looked at Andi, her breasts rose and fell
quickly as her hand slipped between her legs and caressed her mound.
It
was all I could do to keep from cumming.  My mouth was dry and my
hands were trembling as I slipped to the floor and between his knees.

The room was lit by a single lamp near Andi and the light in the
adjacent dressing room.  This was enough to show the outline of his
growing cock in my wife's panties.   I leaned forward and let the tip
of my nose touch his nylon covered bulge. I drew back and could see
that the little red hearts, printed on the flimsy material covering
his cock, were pulled out of shape. The string bikinis were not big
enough to contain him or me.  The frilly leg trim was pulled from his
body, exposing a quarter inch of his fleshy balls.  I could faintly
see shadows cast by the veins of his cock, fall onto the virginal
white undies.  I slowly extend my tongue and let the tip graze the
side of his left ball.  

His sack shriveled and Alan moaned.  I took a deep breath and slowly
exhaled as I passed to the other side, letting the heat of my breath
caress his balls.  I again pushed my tongue past the lacey trim of my
wife's undies.  He was liking it and so was I.  I leaned forward and
gently squeezed the base of his thick cock with my teeth.  I worked my
way up his pantied shaft until I reached the waistband of the undies.
I stopped short of the two inches extending beyond the nylon.  I
pushed his turgid member to the side and under the strained elastic of
the waistband.   Then I retreated to his balls.  Again I drew my now
wet tongue across his balls.  He let out a low moan and slightly
arched
his back.  I pulled the crotch of his panties to the side, letting his
freshly shaved balls fall free. I hadn't considered this, but I was
glad he shaved.  I slipped my tongue over, under, and around his
scrotum.  I swirled and got his balls soaking wet.  When my tongue
would get tired, I'd gently rub my thumbs over his spit covered balls
until I could lick again.  After a couple of minutes of this, I let my
tongue travel further down...barely contacting his taint.  He went
going wild.  He started rubbing his cock through the panties with one
hand and brushing the other against his nipples.   I pulled the crotch
of the panties further to the side and went to work on the sensitive
area between his balls and ass.  His balls would fall against my nose
as my tongue tickled him.  He responded by half rolling over and
lifting one leg.  This gave me complete access to his ass but I wasn't
about to give the rim job he was aching for.  I may have accidentally
touched his ass but only once or twice.  I soaked him and began to
yearn for his cock.  I pulled him back to a seated position and tugged
at his panties.  He lifted his hips and I pulled his panties off.  

The waistband had a slight hold on his cock and his meat slapped
against his body as it finally escaped.  It was a funny but exciting
sound.  I began to giggle.  This was the first time I ever saw another
man's hard cock.  He was bigger than me, maybe 7-7.5"  His cock was
smooth and straight.  I flicked my tongue at the base of his cock and
saw it jump.  I ficked again, it jumped, and he moaned.  I ran my
tongue up his shaft and could see that a tiny bit of pre-cum had
dampened the head of his dick.  I reached up and pulled his hot, silky
smooth tool from his stomach.  I licked the head of his cock like it
was a lollipop.  The taste of the pre-cum was not what I had expected.
Certainly not good but not as bad as I had expected.  I flicked his
cock with my tongue playfully and finally took the plunge.  I slipped
the head into my virgin mouth and swirled my tongue.  He moaned a
simple, "Yessss" and put a hand on the back of my head.   I gently
sucked and drew and inch or two of him into my mouth.  I kept sucking
as I pulled my head away.  He began to talk to me.  He said I sucked
like a pro.  Or that I was quite a slut and was going to get what I
deserved.   I was never much impressed by talking dirty and this was
no different, but I was too busy to respond.  I took more and more of
his shaft into my mouth.  I'd suck and pull his cock from my mouth.
As the suction broke, I'd dive back onto his cock.  I began to bob up
and down on his cock I was beginning to get as excited as he was.  He
started to buck against my head and try to fuck my mouth.  After just
a few seconds I had to stop.  I explained to him that I was a virgin
and I'd finish what I'd started but he'd have to be gentle.  I went
back to work.  I tried twice to deep throat his member but I gagged
long before I took him all.  I was getting more excited.  I wanted to
feel his cock pulse and to taste his jizz.  I sucked harder and faster
and after a couple of minutes of his pubic hair tickling my nose and
his glans gliding over my swollen tongue, I felt him tighten.  

The first shot made me gag.  His cum tasted hot and bitter.  Before I
could pull him out he shot another stream of cum into my mouth.  I
pulled his cock out and swallowed part of his load.  Some leaked from
the corners of my mouth.  The sight of his cock, rock hard and
throbbing, less than an inch from my face, sent me into a frenzy.  I
pumped his dick and let him shoot onto my face.  One forceful stream
followed by countless fits and dribbles covered me.  His cum went into
my right eye and burned slightly.  When he seemed almost done cumming,
I took his softening shaft into my mouth and sucked as hard as I
could.  I drained the rest of his cum and it slid effortlessly down my
throat.  He pushed me away and I paused.  Here I was, in a downtown
hotel room, a dick in my hand, cum on my face and the taste of another
man's jizz in my mouth, wearing my wifes pink panties.  Damn was I
glad I did it.

I turned and saw my wife, hovering over us with a video camera; the
previous 45 minutes captured on tape.  She put the camera down and
leaned forward and licked some of Alan's cum from my chin and
whispered, "Just this one time."

Our sex life picked back up.  She has asked me about it a few times
over the years but has never asked to repeat it.  The tape was dragged
out once or twice a year until the VCR ate it in '97.  Now I'm looking
back on the incident and thinking about what fun I had. 

I hope everyone liked my story.  Feedback is welcome.

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