Message-ID: <26250asstr$968541002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: SerathRune@netscape.net X-Original-Message-ID: <8pe0ra$7eb$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sat Sep 09 18:51:29 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Toms Secret [1/2] <*> (SerathRune) (FM MM, cons, Mdom, Fdom, wife, Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2000 19:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, english (ASSM) Tom's Secret <*> (SerathRune) (FM MM, cons, Mdom, Fdom, wife, anal oral, caution, rom) Tom's Secret -- SerathRune (c) Copyright 2000 by This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories .with strong sexual themes. To the readers: "Tom's Secret" was inspired by a wonderful story, "the husband" by Alcibade. That story is probably the my favorite erotic story on the Internet. It's subject matter, wife watching, is not one that ever interested me. But Alcibade is an incredible writer and the erotic power and (believe it or not) romance of "the husband" will stay with me always. There is only one problem with "the husband." It is unfinished. The frustration of getting to the last chapter and discovering that there is no conclusion is excruciating. Alcibade. as far as I know, has never posted another story. She (?) did write a prequel "the wager" which is not quite as good but far above average. I hope you will enjoy this story. And I would love to hear comments. I wrote it because I wanted to read a story like "the husband" but with a conclusion. Alcibade, I hope that if you are reading this that you do not mind. And whatever you are doing I hope that you are writing. You have a marvelous talent, too good to waste. Serath Tom's Secret We were in the backyard, gardening, when he told me. Tom, my husband, said, "Ellen, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about." He got down on his haunches to meet me at I level. I'd been kneeling next to the tulip border, putting in bulbs. Something about the way he wouldn't meet my eye, told me that we were not going to be talking about lawn care. "What's wrong?" I asked. His dark and foreboding look surprised me. I found myself straining to breath. "Nothing." Tom gave me his pirate smile and took a deep breath. He getting up the courage to say something. Something important that I might not want to hear. "You can tell me," I said wanting to comfort him. I reached up and took his hand in my very dirty one. I almost dropped it. It felt like ice. "Nothing. That is, I think it will be okay." Tom dropped down on one knee, purposefully studying my grimy hand with its unpolished nails. He sounded incredibly nervous which, in turn, made me nervous. "I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. About you and I...about sex...about something I need." Something icy griped my gut. Whatever Tom was about to say couldn't be worse than the vague imaginings I had begun to feel over the last few days. "It's okay." I said hesitatingly. "I love you Tom, whatever this is." "I love you. Ellen, remember last week when you said you'd give me my greatest fantasy for my birthday?" "What is it?" I asked, suddenly feeling a spark of hope. Maybe it was okay. I had been thinking that I'd take him on a trip, but if he wanted something else that was fine. I wanted him to have a good time. Tom had a submissive side that he hated to acknowledge and sometimes, to excite him I'd do subtle things--buy him dinner and insist that he strip for me. Nothing very unusual but it was fun. "I want you to have sex with someone, a man I know. I want to watch." I felt as though the world had somehow come apart and I was living in a dream. I felt my eyes closing. In a soft calm voice Tom continued, ""This is hard to say. I don't want to hurt you. Ellen, I've been trying to understand myself lately. You know I'm an "in-charge" kind of man. I've built the company. I try hard to build a life that we can be proud of. .." He bit his lip, "I don't want to change that about myself. But, this is a desire I can't control. It's a compulsion." I nodded. My face had frozen and I wasn't sure how to unfreeze it. Don't say anything stupid, I told myself. But I couldn't help it. It came out anyway. "You don't love me," I heard myself say. "You couldn't love me and want me to do this thing." Tom stood up and pulled me into his arms. He was shivering. "I am so afraid, so afraid of disgusting you and losing you" he whispered running his hand through the back of my hair. "This is a fantasy Ellen, one that I want you and only you to perform. Its about sex and power but its not about love. Somehow it is important to me but I do love you and if you can't do this I'll understand. I'll live with it. But you should know that right now I'm desperately unhappy. The only way I know how to get out of this place is for this to happen." I studied his expression. Tom is an extremely masculine and handsome man, one to whom I am still passionately attracted.. I took a handful of his beautiful dark blond hair and pulled him into a kiss, gently taking possession of his mouth. His body trembled violently and I felt hot sweat through his thin shirt. Then, resting my head on his chest, I said, "Tell me." His voice sounded so nervous that had I not known, I would have though that he was someone else. "I...I need to submit. I'm a submissive Ellen. Do you know what that is? I think that giving you to someone is the greatest form of submission. Watching you, torturing myself with it is even greater submission. There is nothing larger that I could sacrifice. I want you to enjoy yourself with him but I want you to obey him without question. I will submit to both of you. My hands were shaking hard. I opened my eyes and studied them. My God, I though, where did you get this idea? Who are you talking to that this is the conversation? Suddenly I knew that much as I knew my husband I didn't know him at all. That fact alone was far more frightening than what he was asking me to do. "I'm so confused," I said choking. "I don't know what this means. If I do what you say you might hate me for it." Tom pulled my face to look into his eyes, "It doesn't mean a damn thing except that I'm some kind of pervert." My eyes dropped and I saw that he had an erection. Confused and frightened I was suddenly incredibly aroused. Slowly I unzipped Tom's fly and put my fingers through the slit in his soft cotton shorts. His cock was hard, dripping with precum and his whole groin was trembling. With the gentlest touch I began to stroke Tom's cock as I buried my head in his muscled chest. ************************************************************************ Tom, my husband, is a scientist who runs his own biotechnology business. The first time I met him, at a party in SoHo, he fixed his brown eyes on me and I almost dropped the coffee I was carrying. The man was that compelling. "Have dinner with me," he said his eyes sparkling with humor. "I have a feeling you are someone interesting. I am not particularly interesting but I will do my best since you're around." I've been with Tom since that night. Why? Who understands these things? I'm a quiet kind of girl with a taste for brilliant men. Tom can explain the space shuttle launcher at three am after a bottle of wine. Give me a man who can tell me about James Joyce or explain chemistry of DNA any day of the week. That's my type. Ironically, Tom looks like the man in that famous Diet Coke commercial when he takes off his shirt, but that's not the reason I'm in love with him. That first night Tom's combination of strength, gentleness and humor took my breath away. I could barely speak gazing at him. Luckily Tom didn't know it. Its never good when a man knows from the start that you're a sure thing, but I was. I've always been able to exhibit confidence when necessary. Tom finds that appealing. Once we started dating it was obvious that we were made for each other. We'd both had pretty active sex lives as young people but HIV had made us more conservative. Tom and I read the same magazines (the New Yorker, The Economist) liked the same music (jazz, classical) and even loved the same kinds of houses and furnishings (very modern with antiques). Five years ago we bought a beautiful home in Westchester. We've tried to make it a recluse from Tom's work with music, good wine, fabulous food (Tom's an amazing cook) and art. The art comes from me by the way. I'm a painter and sculptor and I sell my work to two New York galleries, one in SoHo and the other on Madison Avenue. It sounds odd, because we've been together for so long, but until recently Tom and I never really talked about our sexual fantasies. It seemed too private a thing to share. Our sex life was good, sometimes great. I've always known that Tom must have some deeply submissive fantasies but he never talked about them. Sometimes when we made love and I was on top Tom would become weak and completely passive. ********************************************** Until that day in the garden I was unaware that Tom was desperate. Tom seemed completely submissive as I continued to stroke him. His erection was throbbing. "Just talking about this makes you hard?" I asked. He looked uncomfortable at the question and would not meet my eye. "It seems that shame," he said softly, "makes me hard." A shiver went through me. The revelation was shocking in part because it aroused me. I pushed him back very gently so that his shoulders were up against the wall of our house. I moved my hand down and began to fondle his testicles. "Tell me everything, " I said. He paused, sighed and closed his eyes. I knew he was focusing on my hand. Then he opened them and began to tell me what was going on. The phrases came in bits and pieces. Still I was stunned at what he said. A stranger was coming to our home at the end of the week. He would stay the weekend. He would move into our room. Tom would stay in the guest room. I was to trust and obey this man and enjoy him. He was a sexually compelling man, handsome, very dominant but kind to women. Tom thought I would enjoy sex with this man, that I would prefer sex with him to sex with Tom himself. I was not to protest, no matter what he did to Tom. "If I say no?" I asked, my voice breaking. "Then you will go to your mother's for the weekend. He will come and I will meet him." "Alone?" "No. Uh, I don't know. He may bring a woman if you aren't here." "I won't have this man in my house." "Then I will leave and go to him." He stopped talking. Then continued, " that is unless you threaten to leave me permanently. If you will divorce me over this I won't do it. " I began to sob softly. Tom was building to orgasm. I stroked him more slowly. . "Will he hurt you?" I asked. For a long time Tom said nothing. Then in a low voice his said. "I need to submit to a dominant man. I need to watch him fuck you. I need you to be excited by him. I don't understand it. " "Will he hurt you?" "I don't know. I hope not." Tom said. This, I thought, was insane, really frightening. "How do you know he won't hurt me?" I asked. "I know sweetheart. You will have to trust me. He doesn't hurt women" "But he has not promised not to hurt you?" Silence. Tom shuddered, his buttocks tensed. His hips rose slowly forward obviously against his will . "Oh God," he said closing his eyes. I pressed hard on the base of his cock to stop him from coming. I couldn't help the shock in my voice when I said, "Dear God. He is going to hurt you." Tom groaned as in the exquisite agony that comes from orgasm delayed, and shifted his weight. My hand slipped out of place. As the two of us slid into the dirt he drew me into his embrace and began writhing in an uncontrollable orgasm. In six years I had known Tom I had never seen an orgasm like this. It seemed to go on even after a huge ejaculation was complete. As I watched my beautiful husband writhing in the thrall of this unearthly orgasm I wondered what would become of us. ****************************************************************** I woke before dawn the next morning frightened and apprehensive. Wrapping myself in a long flannel robe I sat at the kitchen table too sick to my stomach to drink the coffee I had made for myself. I had said "yes." How I had managed to gather my courage to agree to my husband's request I cannot say. All I know is that I have never been so terrified in my life as I was that morning. A strange man would be coming to my door. My husband, the man whom I had thought I knew best, in the world was in the thrall of a sexual obsession, an obsession which, he refused to discuss once I had given my consent. After I had told Tom that I would do what he asked, he had become extremely quiet. We made an early dinner which neither of us ate. Tom did some laundry and we tried to watch a movie on the couch. Tom refused to answer my questions about what had lead up to this, saying only that he was not the best one to ask. The stranger would explain everything including, apparently, disclosing his identity. Finally I opened a book and Tom went upstairs. When, sometime after midnight I crawled into bed I discovered that I was alone. Tom had gone to the guest room. Now, sitting in my kitchen in the eerie silence of the morning, I wondered how Tom and I could get through this. Despite his assurances, I was not at all sure that he would not hold it against me if I complied with his wishes. Jealousy I knew, is a strange emotion that, when squelched can pop back in different forms. Tom had never seemed jealous but then, I had never given him reason. I contemplated all kinds of things that morning. I thought of calling my doctor and asking for a psychiatrist for Tom. I thought of calling our local minister but Tom and I didn't know him well and I could not imagine what I would say. I thought of trying to persuade Tom to let me be more dominant. We could play games perhaps. I could get some books on the subject. Surely there had to be a better way... The phone rang. I glanced at the clock. Four-thirty AM. I picked up the receiver. "Hello Ellen." The voice was a man's deep and polished, an announcers voice. I knew instantly who it was. "Who is this?" I asked. "Tom called me last night. He is very grateful." I felt tremendous betrayal in hearing this but I was so frightened that I could barely say a thing. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am Adrian," said the voice. "Let me introduce myself Ellen. I am a man whom your husband approached to have sexual relations with you. Before I say anything else, would you please get Tom on another extension." I called up the stairs to Tom. He called down so quickly that I knew that he must have been awake and listening. I picked up the phone again. "Good, I have you both here?" when we said yes, Adrian continued, "First of all Tom have you thanked Ellen." "Yes," said Tom "Yes sir," said Adrian Tom's voice was soft. "Yes sir," he said. "Ellen, I am calling to ensure that you are aware of what will transpire when I arrive on Friday at five pm. Do you understand that when I arrive you must obey me immediately without any discussion." I hesitated, "Yes Adrian." I said finally. He sighed. "Good. Ellen if when I arrive on Friday you find me physically repulsive I will leave immediately. Otherwise you may assume that from this moment on I own you. Tom?" Yes, sir." "Unlike you Tom I don't like sharing. Ellen if you wish to seduce Tom feel free. Just understand that I will ask him when I arrive if he has had relations with you and if he has I will have to punish him. Also, Tom take off your wedding band. You can give it to me when I arrive. I will wear it for the weekend. Any relations you have with anyone but me for the next week will be adultery. Am I understood Ellen?" "Yes Adrian." "Ellen, I will return Tom's band to you at the end of weekend. At that time you may do whatever you like with it. Tom, Ellen and I will be having a special night on Friday. I expect that she will be looking her best. Bathe her and dress her. I will send you something nice to rub into her breasts and a lovely nightgown." "Yes sir" said Tom softly. He hung up. The rest of the week went by in a kind of nightmare. Tom acted normally though withdrawn. I found that even the simplest chores were more than I could bear and left everything in the house to him. Everyday a dozen long stemmed roses arrived for me with a note on heavy cream colored paper. I didn't touch them. Tom put them carefully into Wedgwood and crystal vases and placed them in each room. I took to sitting in the living room in my oldest robe. I would curl up with a cup of tea pressed into my fingers. It grew cold as I could not drink it. By Friday I was a mess. I hadn't showered or washed my hair in twodays. I was starved from not eating but couldn't hold down a thing. At noon Tom came home from work to get ready. He found me curled in our bed. "Ellen, if you can't do this I understand." He said. "But if you are going to do it then you must try to enjoy it." He came over and sat down, "I know that this is a shock but Adrian will not hurt you." Suddenly, for what reason I can't imagine, I was filled with a determination to survive this thing no matter what. "Draw me a bath, Tom," I said. When he came back I asked him to help me off with my robe. We hadn't had sex in over a week, a long time for us but, more than that, we had been forbidden to have sex. I am an attractive woman, about 5' 4" and 125 pounds, shoulder length light brown hair--huge eyes.. I have the kind of curvaceous figure that was popular in the 19th century a small waist, generous breasts and rounded bottom. In fact I look better without clothing than with it. Tom has a strong sex drive and the sight of me without a stitch on usually moves him, even after six years of marriage. Even then I was surprised to see the flush of lust on his face as he watched me head for the bathroom. I knew what he was thinking. I was forbidden and therefore quite irresistible. We have a great bathroom. Our tub fits two adults comfortably, the gray and pink tile sparkles. Tom had put lavender bubbles in my bath. I stepped into the steaming scented water and turned to see my husband flushed red. His pants were tented in an erection. Precum began to ooze through his kakis. He looked profoundly embarrassed which is hardly his usual demeanor when aroused by me, his wife. "Tom," I asked, smiling for the first time in days "Has your fantasy begun?" "Yes," he said softly staring at my cunt." "Does that mean you must submit to me?" He looked down, "Yes." "So if I tell you to come over here a fuck me you have no choice." Tom's face was grave. "Yes. I have no choice. I must do what you say." "But if I fuck you Adrian will punish you?" I stepped out of the tub and put my hand on Tom's crotch. He closed his eyes and leaned against the damp tile wall. "Yes," he whispered. "You belong to Adrian." " I see. And you will tell him the truth no matter what?" "Yes." "Take your pants off Tom," To my astonishment," His expression unreadable, his hands unsteady my husband began to unbuckle his belt. I turned and stepped back into the bath. "I've changed my mind, " I said. He stood gazing at me and for a moment I thought that he would step toward me, but he didn't. Instead he came forward and did as Adrian had instructed, first lathering me in the bath then giving me a long luxurious shampoo. When I got out Tom wrapped me in a towel and dried me then rubbing fragrant oil into my breasts. I went to the bedroom alone and dressed in a black turtleneck sweater, long black skirt and pearl earrings. I could hear Tom cleaning the bath. Later heading down the stairs I heard a sound I had never heard in all our time together. Tom was crying. I was profoundly sorry for him. I really was. But I couldn't thing of a thing to say, so a kept walking. An hour later we sat in the living room. The doorbell rang and Tom's checks were flaming his eyes wide with anticipation and maybe, fear. He didn't move and we stared at each other. Coming to the conclusion that Tom was paralyzed, I opened the door to the man I would know only as Adrian. Well, he was just as terrifying and magnetic as I had imaged. Dressed in jeans, a black turtle neck and expensive gray flannel jacket, he smiled at me smoothly and took my rough sculptor's hand into his well manicured one. "You must be the beautiful Ellen, the love of Tom's life. I am Adrian" I nodded dumbly then opened the door wider for him to enter. My mouth felt dry and I reached to my chest to quell the pounding of my heart. Not noticing my stare Adrian stepped into our living room, all six feet four inches at of him. I recognized the kind of distinctive jaw line for which male models and actors are paid. But Adrian looked too dangerous to be an actor. I knew immediately why Adrian had left me the option of rejecting him if I found him physically wanting. There was nothing physical about this man that a woman could find wanting. Yet, when his eyes landed on mine they were surprisingly gentle, humorous and sad. Then they met Tom's. I watched fascinated as they transformed to become commanding and not a little cruel. Their eyes didn't meet for long though. Tom looked away first. I watched and felt the first shiver of desire go through me, first for the dominant Adrian but then for my submissive husband. Adrian took a seat on the couch and motioned for Tom to sit across from us. "Well, Tom," he said. "It looks like you're about to have the treat of your life. Why don't you tell Ellen here one more time what is about to happen. She's just bound to be thrilled to find out what a macho fantasy you have." Tom shifted uncomfortably, and was silent. His color began to rise. We sat in silence for a moment. Then, almost before I could understand what was happening Adrian jumped from the chair like a shot and grabbed Tom by the back of his shirt. Then he dragged my husband from the chair and threw him against the wall. "TELL HER," he shouted. Tom took a breath then began to speak softly, his eyes glittering "Ellen for the coming weekend you belong to Adrian. I will be nothing to you, less than nothing. You may order me to do anything and I must do it. I am, of course required to submit to Adrian. If Adrian has forbidden something and you order it I must do it and then take my punishment from Adrian." Adrian seemed unsatisfied with this. He fixed an awful gaze on Tom. "Thank you Tommy." He said it softly looking into my husband's eyes. I stopped breathing. Tom looked at the floor. Adrian's voice grew quieter. The little hairs on my neck stood up as he started to speak again, this time in a tone that was artificial in its lightness, "Why Tommy, are you truly unaware of what is going to happen here? Is it possible that you do not understand? Tommy, Tommy don't you know that I am going to fuck your pretty wife in every possible manner? That sometimes I may become so aroused and involved that I will not let you watch? That's right Tommy, I'm going to lock the bedroom door and fuck her. You get to sit outside and listen. Do you know that on some occasions I may make you hold her for me as I fuck her? That I will first forbid you to have sex with your wife but will order her to suck your cock? That I will punish you severely for having an orgasm? That you will suck my hard cock before this weekend is over--a cock hardened by your virtuous wife? That I will fuck that virgin ass of yours whenever I GODDAM PLEASE." I was horrified. Tom could not possibly be aware of what was going to happen. This went far beyond what he had described to me. I stared at my husband's burning face, waiting for him to order this man from our home. Tom stared at the floor. "Why lookie Ellen.." said Adrian. "Tommy has an erection. " ************************************************************************ I stared in horrified fascination at Tom's swollen crotch. Adrian pushed Tom down on his knees. "Now Tommy what I want to know is, is that for Ellen or for me?--- Touch it. Ellen. Now." It was a command. I walked over to Tom, knelt down and unzipped his kakis. Tom's cock is very large and thick and his erection was wet. I stroked it unconsciously and watched Tom's face. Eyes closed, expression bleak my husband shivered. My heart broke for him. "Ellen, take your sweater off," said Adrian. "I think Tom would like to see your breasts. In fact I know that he would. You are going to be amazed Ellen about what I know about your husband's tastes. Especially when it comes to you." I did as he said and felt Adrian's cool hands behind me, removing my new white satin bra. My breasts spilled out of the bra and fell free in front of me. I felt Adrian's hand touch them appreciatively. "Put your breast in your husband's mouth," he crooned into my ear. Leaning forward I shifted to allow Tom's long legs to stretch out on the floor. I laid Tom on his back straddling him. "Tommy, I certainly hope you aren't encouraging this," said Adrian. "I would be very angry if I thought you were trying to encourage your pretty wife. She's a paragon of womanly virtue you see. Amazing though. In spite all that virtue I can't wait to fuck her myself. Like I said before Tommy, I don't like to share. Real men don't like to share Tommy." Tom kept his hands on the floor but his cock pulsed in my hand. Adrian reached forward pried open Tom's mouth and pushed my lush breast into it. Tom began suckling the hard nipple, his face burning against my skin. Adrian reached for Tom's belt and pulled his pants down. I stroked Tom's cock as gently as I could, torturing him with the slowness of my movements. Then, just as I felt Tom beginning to build for a climax I saw that Adrian was at Tom's head. "Now Tom, you know you've been bad. Very disobedient Tom. I'm going to have to punish you later. I'm ordering you to pull away from your wife. That's right. Get away from Ellen, Tom." Weakly Tom lifted a hand and pushed my breast out of his mouth. His head fell back on the carpet and he began to push back, out of my grasp on his cock. Then, suddenly, I was in the air, off my husband and in Adrian's powerful arms. "See you later Tommy," said Adrian who was holding me in his arms like Rhett Butler. "Ellen and I have things to do. You do some housework and make us a nice dinner. We'll be down around eight." With that Adrian carried me up the stairs to the bedroom my husband and I had always shared. ************************************************************************ The minute I was inside the room Adrian put stood me on the floor. "Are you all right?" he asked. I tried to keep my face a mask. I didn't trust this strange man enough to let him see how shaken I was, not just by Tom's behavior, but by my own. I was beyond excited. My nipples were hard my pussy pulsing. I was frantic. This new Tom aroused me precisely because of his helplessness and bleak sensuality. I was ashamed of him and excited by what shamed me. Tom's torment made me want fulfill his every desire, even if that desire meant punishing him and forcing Adrian's cock into his mouth. But as I turned my dazed eyes on Adrian I felt excited me by a new forbidden fantasy. I had denied to myself that this fantasy was exciting but the reality of Adrian was stronger than my denial. On some level, I wanted to have sex with him. Adrian took me by the hand and sat me on the bed. To my astonishment he pulled my black sweater over my head, covering me, as though he were dressing a child. "Pretty breasts," her murmured reaching under the sweater and giving each a friendly squeeze. "What is it?" I asked. "What is going on?" "Nothing," said Adrian. "Would you like a drink?" I nodded dumbly. Adrian went over to the door and opened it. "Tom--bring up a bottle of wine and two glasses." He shouted, then closed the door again and locked it. I was sitting on my bed. Adrian sat next to me. He took my hand and sighed, "He's not gay." He said. "He's sexually obsessed with a number of things but you figure prominently. Did you know that?" I shook my head. "He needs to be dominated. I need to dominate." He looked me square in the face. "And I'm going to have sex with you. Do you have any idea what I know about you?" I shook my head. "Prepare to be shocked. Tommy's quite the little talker when he's horny." I could feel myself blushing, my eyes widening in horror, my pussy flexing. He arched an eyebrow. "Your clit is buried deep, hooded-- your pussy soft and covered with dark curls. It tastes sweet and smells of the lavender shampoo you use. Last Saturday you woke in the night and felt your clit pulsing from a dream. Your husband was asleep. You reached over and kissed him on the lips. Still sleeping he drew your naked body to him and began to suckle. Frustrated, you told him sweetly to wake up and fuck you. 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