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A Good Husband.
by norealwriter@hotmail.com

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

 This is a copyrighted work and the intellectual property of the author. Any
reposting or reproduction is strictly prohibited without the express written
permission of the author.(C)2002 By: NoRealWriter

The contents of this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to persons alive
or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sex between adults.  It is intended for
adults only.
If you are offended by material of this nature, are under the legal age in
your location to read this material,
or it is illegal for you to possess this material, go no further.

*

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...

*

Chapter 2

Seeing Roger lying nude on his recliner, hands bound securely behind his
back, watching his wife getting it on with a woman, a woman for whom he had
been lusting after for several days, but as of yet had not even kissed, one
might assume that he is more than a bit frustrated.  Roger is, however, a
patient man, a man with a somewhat different view of the world than other
men.  His view of the world at this moment is, in fact, quite compelling.

His gaze is focused just beyond his highly erect, though as yet untended
cock, and he is watching with rapt interest as his wife's glistening and
sticky nose probes the warm, wet opening of her new lover's cunt.  His wife,
Janine, is kneeling on the floor, at the near edge of their couch, her arms
extended forward as though reaching ahead to find her way in the dark, her
head lowered into the warm, moist, aromatic shelter of this woman's crotch.
Her hands and fingers are actively and animatedly groping the soft landscape
before her as though she were blind, absorbing each sumptuous detail of the
nubile woman's well-defined tummy through her sense of touch. Her hands
continue their pleasant journey across the terrain of the woman's petite,
silky, and firm breasts, and then triumphantly to a set of small, erect
nipples. Exhilarating moans of pleasure escape from the mouth of her lover
as if to herald the arrival of her fingers at this sensuous zone.  Tina's
abdominal muscles continually tense and play under a thin, soft layer of
perfect, light, almost pale skin, as she writhes from the pleasures being
administered to her clit by Janine's nose, lips and tongue.

Janine has never before experienced the taste, aroma, and tactile sensation
of another woman's vulva, and yet she has an instinctive, intuitive
understanding of how Tina's body is responding to her sensuous
ministrations.  She feels almost as though she is switching places with
Roger, taking on his role, his repertoire of maneuvers that he so lovingly
and effectively plays upon her when he is tending to her pussy.  In fact,
due to her gentle, natural, feminine touch and sensitivities, she is perhaps
more adept at providing oral pleasure to her lover's clit than most men, her
previous experience notwithstanding.

For Janine, who has only occasionally imagined what it would be like to make
love to another woman, there can be no doubt in her mind that she has been
helplessly swept away by this Sapphic seductress, who has seemingly placed a
powerful spell on both her and her husband.  At the outset of the evening,
this entire scenario would have been entirely unimaginable.  And yet, just a
couple of short hours after Tina, a perfect stranger, had entered their home
for the first time, Janine's heretofore untested heterosexual virginity has
not withstood Tina's seductive advances.

 From Roger's vantage point it is easy to see why his wife was unable to
successfully resist her.  Seeing Tina splayed on their couch, her unbuttoned
silk blouse billowing at her sides, her long, beautiful, reddish-blond hair
cascading over her shoulders in sumptuous curls, her captivating eyelashes
flickering, her breasts rising and falling rapidly in pre-orgasmic breaths,
her stomach muscles dancing provocatively, while her perfect thighs,
buttocks and shapely legs buck and encourage towards yet higher ecstasy, it
is clear that this exquisite creature has the power to conquer anyone she
holds in her gaze.  Tina kneads at the delicate hairs on the back of Janine'
s neck with the middle fingers of each of her hands, and curls her
fingernails gently into the lower part of her lover's scalp to let her know
the precise intensity at which to stimulate her clit with her tongue. At the
moment that Tina is about to orgasm, she looks lovingly, piercingly into
Roger's eyes to share her powerful, wrenching orgasm with him on what feels
like a spiritual level, locking him onto the same frequency of her rarified
sexual domain.  He is now totally, unquestionable hers: he needs more than
anything to feel himself deep inside her...

*

That moment, when Roger had first locked eyes with Tina at the health club,
he had come under her spell.  Complete strangers, they had wasted no time
planning Tina's visit to the couple's home.  Approaching her later that same
morning in the club parking lot, Roger extended his hand and quietly held
out a photo.  As Tina held the previously secret, private picture of Janine
in her hand, caressing with her thumb the risqu  snapshot and allowing the
sexual energy of the image to reconstitute itself in her inspired
imagination, a private, satisfied smile crossed her face. Rousing herself
from her brief erotic reverie, Tina gave Roger a knowing and almost wicked
nod signaling a clear understanding between them that Janine would be an
equal partner in their inevitable tryst.

A few days later, the couple had arranged for their daughter to stay
overnight with her grandparents while they entertained company. Roger told
his wife that he would like to have one of his single associates, Tony, over
in order to fix him up with a woman he had recently met at his club.  After
Roger and Janine had finished their dinner and were preparing for dessert
and cocktails for their guests, the doorbell rang.  Janine left Roger in the
kitchen as she hurried to greet their visitors.

Janine stood frozen in her own doorway as she stared, trancelike, into the
stranger's dark eyes.   The stranger held the surprised woman with her
powerful, seductive gaze and aristocratically extended her soft hand out to
Janine as she spoke slowly.  "I'm afraid Tony called to say that he will not
make it with us this evening, but I thought I should come anyway.  From what
I've seen at the club so far, I gather that Roger is quite something.  My
name is Tina."  Janine accepted her hand and, as was her custom as a proper
hostess, gave her guest a soft kiss on the cheek as the stranger's sultry
voice still played in her mind.

"My name is Janine." She almost stuttered, as blood suddenly rushed to her
loins. "Please come in and make yourself comfortable."  The sudden thrill of
having such a disarming and gorgeous creature arrive, unaccompanied, had
undeniably caught her off-guard. The alluring stranger seemed quite
self-assured, very well put together.  Every aspect of her appearance and
demeanor emitted a sexual energy, which pulled magnetically at the married
woman despite herself.  As the sudden, involuntary, warmth continued to rise
within Janine, her husband suddenly appeared beside her.  Roger put his left
hand around Janine's slender waist while he reached out with his right hand
to surround Tina's waist as well, in a sort of casual group hug.

"Tina. What a pleasure!" Roger glanced slyly at his wife, still clinging to
them both. "Janine darling, I saw Tina for the first time just the other
morning at the club. I was just sure you would want to have her.  What a
shame Tony cannot come."

Roger stepped behind their guest and effortlessly helped Tina remove her
coat.  Janine sensed a peculiar ease and familiarity in the way her husband
and this woman related to one another.  A pang of jealousy surfaced
momentarily in her mind causing an adrenal rush and a sudden sense of
shakiness.  As she watched Roger suavely guiding Tina further into their
living area, she was struck by the utter perfection of this female.  Tina's
outfit consisted of an elegant silk blouse, a rather short and tight leather
skirt, a long, graceful decorative silk belt and white panty hose which
accentuated what could pass for a model's legs.  The woman's clothes were
only remarkable in that they fit her as comfortably and as provocatively as
if she were wearing expensive and tasteful lingerie.  Her gait was hypnotic,
as if each of her steps was part of a dance with some unseen romantic
partner.  She wore her hair up, casually and artistically gathered, held by
what appeared to be an ornate, hand-carved wooden clip. As she observed her
husband and Tina sit down together on the couch, Janine sensed that they
occupied a dimension that she was not part of.

Despite their many years of constancy to one another, there was little doubt
in Janine's mind that Roger desired to possess this woman, to fuck her in
their home this very evening, as payment in full for her night of pleasure
with Daryll.  What Janine didn't realize was that Roger was first and
foremost, a good husband, and as such was going to see to it that Janine
have her pleasure first...

*

Roger and Tina flirted relentlessly all evening, between themselves, but
particularly with Janine, drawing her in to their reality.  Tina would
shamelessly come-on to Roger while Janine watched, causing her to think that
Roger was the object of her desire.  But each time that Roger would leave
the room Tina would shamelessly tempt Janine with progressively more
exciting and provocative sexual stimuli.  The first time Roger left to bring
them some white wine, Tina commented to her that Roger seemed so "eager to
please" and that she was a "very lucky woman."  The next time that Roger
left to bring then goodies, she stared playfully into Janine's eyes as she
spoke and fumbled with her hair clip, suddenly allowing her long, luxurious
hair to cascade over her shoulder and chest.  She shook out her hair and
unbuttoned her blouse a bit.  Some minutes later, Tina excused herself and
then returned from the bathroom looking somehow even sexier than before, her
small leather purse dancing by her side.  The nipples of her small breasts
were now poking prominently through her silk blouse where her bra had
recently been.   At one point, while Tina's shoeless feet played footsies
covertly with Janine, the married woman was certain that she could see up
the younger woman's short skirt and that she was not wearing panties. The
objective of the flirting gradually shifted so that Janine became, clearly,
the sole object of Tina's attention.  Roger reinforced Tina's efforts as
well with suggestive innuendo until the two conspirators had Janine very
hot, very willing and quite ready for just about anything that Tina might
suggest. Their verbal banter was getting very loose.

Roger playfully hinted that he wasn't sure which of the two women he wanted
to take on first.  At this, Tina responded by suggesting to Janine that such
comments were punishable and that perhaps they should tie Roger up so that
he couldn't bother them while THEY made love.  Roger jumped in quickly with,
"I'm game!" and the two women moved close to surround him.  He thought
himself quite clever for the comment, as Tina offered her silk belt for the
purposes of binding Roger's hands.  Then before they could tie him up, Roger
said, "Hey, I'm going to boil in these clothes, help me get them off before
you take me out of the running."

"Janine, my ravishing little doll, I have been wanting to devour you all
evening, ever since I first laid eyes upon you.  Now that we have poor Roger
safely out of the way, I must have you for my own.  Kiss me!"  That was the
cue that Janine had apparently been waiting for, for she began to
passionately make-out with Tina right before Roger's eyes.  Tina wasted no
time, expertly undressing and simultaneously igniting her conquest's passion
as she successively removed each garment from Janine's now electric body.
Each woman played her lover's body provocatively and dramatically, almost as
if to provide Roger the pleasure and torment of watching Janine abandon him
for the passions of a more skilled lover than himself.  Roger, for his part,
could only watch, feeling his libido rising, unable to touch his penis to
offer himself some consolation.

Tina went down on Roger's wife not more than a few feet in front of him.
The married woman cried out passionately as her clit swelled and her vagina
became wet and creamy in response to Tina's experienced tongue. The two
women stared passionately into other's eyes as Janine came hard, her first
orgasm at the touch of a woman.

Janine had melted almost too quickly as Tina lavished her feminine
attentions upon her.  The seductress felt intuitively that Roger's hetero
wife might bolt if anything too bold or naughty were to be tried too soon.
Tina possessed a brilliant, erotic imagination, which, when actualized by
her physical charms, transformed her svelte body into an instrument capable
of tantalizing and pleasing her sexual partners well beyond their previous
limits.  Tina's ferocious sexuality invariably smashed the boundaries of her
lovers, both male and female, enticing them to follow her, almost naively,
to her mysterious, high-altitude realm of sexual ecstasy: a place where
everything is possible and she is their sovereign.  Tina's exquisitely tuned
antennae told her that Janine would soon be ready for more daring
lovemaking.

"Jeanine, sweetheart, you have made me very wet dear.  Would you take me
over the edge, or shall we let Roger loose and have him do me?"  A loaded
question if ever there was one.  Roger had the good sense to keep silent.

"Tina, dear," Janine retorted, "Roger is being punished for his rude
comments.  Have you forgotten so soon.  I'm quite surprised at you!"

Tina gave her an almost evil smile as a reply. She was startled and
overjoyed that Janine had so quickly seized the opportunity to exploit their
advantage over her captive husband.

"Of course, you are right my love.  Now help me out of my outfit and show me
what you can do!  I'm sure you'll be much better that dear, sweet Roger."

Again the two women kissed passionately.  As Janine theatrically undressed
their guest, almost as if for Roger's benefit, he couldn't help but notice
how beautifully matched the two women were.  His petite wife was not more
than an inch shorter than her fiery companion and they had similar petite,
well-kept figures.  The differences between the women served to intensify
their respective charms in a way that flattered them both. And while it may
have been just Roger's imagination, it seemed that Tina's pervasive aura of
sexual energy was rubbing off on his wife, who was becoming more
flirtatious, uninhibited and naughty by the minute.

*

Roger held to the possibly misguided notion that by putting his wife's
pleasure before his own, he would be richly rewarded for his efforts.
Looking back to that night when he arranged for Janine to be fucked into
"never-never land" by Darryl, the point could certainly be argued either
way.  Tonight though, he felt quite sure that once his wife had her fun, it
would soon be his turn to fuck Tina. Reviewing his success in orchestrating
the erotic encounter with Daryll, and the finesse with which he had been
able to bring Tina here tonight, Roger felt confident that everything was
going his way.

Roger, however, failed to take two important factors into account.  His
wife, although grateful for the stimulation and pleasure provided by the two
strangers whom Roger had brought to her, was reveling in the possibilities
for revenge that were presented so clearly before her as Roger lay helpless
before her and her beautiful "femme fatale" lover.  She had been, after all,
at Roger's mercy, bound and gagged, in that hotel room.  Now she felt that
there might be some way to even the score a bit.  Roger, in his comfortable
recliner, was a "sitting duck," or something close to that.

The second factor, of which Roger had no inkling, was equally relevant to
his situation. Strangely, what had always delighted Tina beyond mere mundane
sexual gratification, was the torment and pleasure of her sexual partners
through flirtation, seduction, and the withholding of fulfillment: a playful
torment that she often inflicted beyond the boundaries of fairness.  Janine
was about to share in a lesson from a consummate mistress, in the delicate
art of "Prick Teasing." Tonight Tina would have the good fortune of having
an eager accomplice, in the person of her new female lover, to assist her in
her true calling. This was going to be good...

*

Chapter 3

Tina stared deep into his eyes. She was very near to orgasm as Roger's wife
passionately lapped at her vulva.  Tina was aroused by Janine's facility
with her nipples and clit, as much as by the wonderful sight of Roger,
captive and adoring, staring longingly back into her eyes.  What had brought
Tina over the brink though, was a diabolical, thought that had come to her
in a flash of inspiration.  Tina ached to have Roger inside her. But by
foregoing such consummation she envisioned a way, with the unwitting help of
Roger's wife, to cast a powerful erotic spell that would dwell in his mind
permanently.  While she was imagining Roger forever lusting for her, her
very essence called to him on a private wavelength, carried by their gaze,
and she came with an intensity that was uncharacteristic even for her.

It had been a fun evening so far. Tina had taken pleasure in bringing Janine
off, and she had also enjoyed quite a wonderful orgasm of her own. Yet her
activities with Janine, as delicious as they had been, still seemed a sort
of appetizer before the main course.  There was absolutely no doubt in her
hyperactive, erotic mind that Roger would be her feast for the long evening
ahead.  Her idea of ultimate pleasure was, however, quite different from
that of most other people.  Tina desired that Roger should always long for
her, and for what could have been.  But for that to happen, the erotic heat
would need to be turned up much higher...

*

After the two women had made love to one another, the pair lay cuddling in
each other's arms on the couch.

"What about me?" Roger finally had the courage to ask.

"You had the privilege of watching us. Wasn't it great?  You will have
wonderful fantasies for weeks to come, no doubt," Tina said, somewhat
flatly.

"Should we untie him and let him jerk off?" Janine asked, sounding almost
sincere. "Roger just loves to watch me get off.  I suspect he rather enjoyed
watching you as well."

"I guess I was hoping to be involved in things maybe a bit more." Roger
tried the pity card to see how it played.

"Should I give him a blowjob Tina?" his wife asked. "Then we could just be
done with the whole thing."

"Janine dear, if it were up to me and I was the one giving him the blowjob,
I would make him beg for it, maybe even earn the privilege. But before
either of us make him an offer, shouldn't we find out what Roger would
REALLY like?"

"What a great idea Tina!" Janine said brightly. "Why don't we ask him?"

Roger was beginning to smell a conspiracy.  He dropped the pity idea quickly
and resolved that he had better not tell them what he "would REALLY like" if
he actually hoped for it to happen. A clever maneuver came to him.  "Maybe
the two of you could give me a blowjob at the same time, just like in those
porno flicks."

"Roger! How can you talk like that to our guest?" said Janine in mock
outrage.

"That's alright Janine, Roger just doesn't quite understand women so well, I
guess. Those movies are so unrealistic.  They are just a BAD influence. In
real life a woman wants to know that she's the one that's got her man all
excited.  Why if there were two of us giving him a blowjob at the same time,
I would be thinking that YOU were the one that was getting Roger all
excited, and you would probably be thinking that I was the one that had him
all excited.  That would never do."

The truth was that Tina actually loved threesomes of almost any kind, almost
precisely for that reason.  She loved the synergy of three, and she was
invariably the catalytic element that caused sexual fusion.

"What if you each just took turns?" Roger suggested brightly.

"Same problem.  And besides, I wouldn't want to make Janine jealous, would I
love?" said Tina, as she stroked Janine's loose hair behind her lover's ear.
"Roger, what if you came all over my face while Janine looked on?  How do
you think that would make your wife feel, hmmm?"

"The idea has merit," thought Roger as his dick stiffened a bit more.

"I'm not sure how I would feel about that," Janine announced, secretly aware
that she was becoming highly aroused at the thought.

"Well I would be the last woman to come between a man and his wife. The most
I would be willing to do would be to suck Roger's dick for just a second to
see if it hurt anyone's feelings." At that, she glided over to Roger's
chair, stooped over his stiff member and took his entire length past her
large, luscious lips and down her wet throat in one graceful motion.  She
ran his cock up and down her viscous throat a couple of times and then
dreamily fell back from him.

"So, how was that Janine sweetie? Are you the jealous type?" Asked Tina, as
she swept her exquisite hair behind her, her loose tits swaying in her open
silk blouse.

What Roger "REALLY wanted" was to fuck Tina.  He could think of any number
of coital positions that would be just fine with him.  Settling for the
greatest blowjob of his life, however, suddenly seemed like a pretty fair
alternative.

"I'm not sure HOW I feel about it just yet!" sighed Janine, as she
unconsciously reached down to her crotch and stroked her vulva. "Maybe we
better hold off for just a bit."

Janine was playing perfectly into Tina's hands.  Tina felt that if she could
give Roger a taste of the ecstasy he might experience with her, but leave
Janine to "finish him off," Roger would forever imagine Tina when he made
love to his wife.  In Tina's mind this amounted to ultimate conquest in her
role as a "Prick Teaser." Roger, not being one for multiple orgasms, was
going to have to maneuver very carefully if he wanted to end up coming in,
or on, Tina.

Roger spoke. "Tina, maybe you could give Janine a lesson on how to "deep
throat" a man.  Janine gives wonderful head, but perhaps if she saw how you
handle things during the orgasm phase of the blowjob, she could pick up a
few of the finer points from you."

"Roger! Weren't you paying attention?" asked Tina. "Janine just said she
might be feeling a little jealous.  How could you suggest such a thing?
Maybe she could do with a little reassurance from you.  Why don't you tell
her how much you want to fuck her at this very moment?"

"Gulp!" thought Roger gulped as he weighed his options.  How was he going to
get out of this one?

Janine was getting hotter each moment that Roger and Tina flirted.  For
reasons Roger couldn't quite figure out, she came to his rescue.  "I KNOW
how much Roger loves to fuck me.  He's proven that many, many times over.
But since you're here, maybe we could try something a little... different.
We wouldn't want to leave YOU out."

Sensing an opportunity for something a bit kinky and provocative, something
that might stir jealousy in Janine and ignite Roger, Tina's mischievous mind
quickly formulated a new scenario.  Tina switched gears.

"Janine, you poor dear," she said, "your nipples are just like hard little
marbles!  You worked up a sweat and now you've been sitting too long without
your clothes on.  Stand up dear and put this on."

Tina wiggled out of her open silk blouse and came around behind Janine.
Janine slipped into the sexy top, bothering only with the two lower buttons.
She was enjoying its silky texture on her soft skin, knowing that it must be
showing off her breasts nicely.

"Now put this on too. I just know it's going to flatter you!" Tina handed
Janine her skimpy, black leather skirt.  Janine wasted no time in putting it
on, not bothering with panties.  Tina primped her apprentice up a bit, and
after a brief perusal, gave her a sloppy wet kiss on the mouth. "Sorry I
have no belt for you, Roger's wearing that!  Can we go to your room and find
a cute necklace for you to wear with your outfit?  And if it's all right
with you, maybe we can also pick out something comfy for me to wear.  I
don't
think Roger will miss us too badly while we're gone, do you?"

Roger eyes bulged as he watched his suddenly sultry wife sachet out of sight
with Tina.  Janine had been growing progressively less shy throughout the
evening, taking part more prominently in the repartee among the trio.  The
moment she donned the temptress' clothes and then French kissed Tina, the
last vestiges of propriety had promptly vanished from her demeanor.  She
felt wickedly sexy and eager to conjure up something exciting.  This
powerful transformation within Janine's mind, manifest now in her seductive
stride and in her almost predatory gaze, was instantly apparent to Roger.

Sounds of giggling escaped from their bedroom where the two women were
delighting in some unknown preparations.  Roger could hear dresser drawers
sliding and outbursts of sly laughter from the two women.  He could hear the
toilet flushing, which reminded him that he would need to pee, not urgently,
but eventually.  Roger sensed that something was afoot yet he did not know
exactly what to expect from either of the two women.  Tina, he realized,
would always keep him on his toes.  But now Janine had clearly crossed some
line, and he could not guess what she might do next.  It was obvious now,
too, that the two women were working together!  He was becoming just a
little nervous, and the prospect of being untied was beginning to appeal to
him more and more.  Finally the women appeared from their bedroom.

Roger lay gawking at the ravishing pair of females.  His wife looked
 "slutty" in a way he had never seen before.  It was if Tina's outfit had
mysteriously imbued her with Tina's over-modulated sexual energy.  The
slight difference in height between the two women in no measure detracted
from the way Tina's clothes clung to Janine's petite yet voluptuous body.
She had added a dangling pearl necklace to her ensemble while she had been
away with Tina.  Janine was a knockout!  But there were two sets of sleek,
bare, silky legs in the room now.

Roger had been unprepared for the disarming site of the always-ravishing
Tina dressed in his wife's lingerie.  She was wearing the same nightie that
Janine had worn that memorable night when she was so perfectly fucked by
Daryll's large black shaft.  It made tonight's enticing guest appear even
sexier than before, if that was possible, to see her filling out his wife's
familiar nightclothes in a similar though uniquely "Tina" sort of way.  Tina
's longer, redder, wavier hair, her fantastic shoulders, and her somewhat
more sculpted features, clothed in an outfit that both Roger and his wife's
one-time lover had each possessed Janine in, stirred an indescribable
longing to take Tina as his own and fuck her over and over again.  His brain
felt like it could short-circuit from the conflicting and over-stimulating
messages it was receiving from the two provocatively clad females.

"Roger, dear, Janine told me what an incredible man you are.  You must be
one in a million to have brought Daryll to her so that he could fuck her
right in front of you.  Women just aren't that nice!" Tina put her hand on
her hip and stretched enticingly before him, her loose breasts swaying side
to side.

"You are obviously a good husband. But what if I said I'd let you fuck me
right in front of Janine, would you do it?" Tina continued.

Roger cleared his throat with some difficulty.  "Well that depends Tina. I
really don't like to wear a condom and I am really ready to get laid now, so
that would probably take you out of the running now anyway."

"Touch '" thought Tina.  She answered, "You would be the only man who has
fucked me without protection, and I know YOU are safe.  I am also on the
pill, just to be sure.  So I'd say, 'Fine, fuck me any way you want.'"

Roger felt that he advanced ground a bit with that exchange.  "Hmmm.  I
suppose that would be up to Janine."

"Divide and conquer," He thought silently.

Janine began to speak, "I think..."

"Would you really hurt Janine's feeling like that?" Tina said, sounding more
comic than dramatic. "She's got herself all fixed up for you to fuck her.
Why would you reject her?" Tina continued.  "I can't speak for her, but I
would say that the best thing would be for you to fuck her, "Man and Wife",
and I could sort of assist the two of you to make it more fun.  What if I
kind of gave each of you a little encouragement while you were doing it?  If
there's anything left over for me afterwards, well ok, but I rather doubt
there will be.  You aren't one for multiple orgasms, are you Roger?"

Janine had obviously done a lot of talking while she was playing with Tina
in their bedroom.

"That sounds like a lot of fun," Janine cried out genuinely.

Poor Roger could think of no way out of this one. "There are worse things
than screwing Janine," he thought to himself.  He was always the good
husband...

*

"Now let's play a little game," said Tina.

"Does it involve untying me?" asked Roger.

"No!" said the two women in unison.

"Janine, sweetheart, Why don't you to pretend to be me.  You're certainly
dressed for the part.  OK?"

"Oh, this could be fun," said Janine.

"Get used to it, precious.  You're going to be playing this game for many
years, or at least Roger will," thought Tina secretly.

Roger started.  "How about a kiss, my love?"

Janine slinked over to Roger, tossed her hair behind her, bent over his
face, and parted her lips just millimeters from his upper lip.  She breathed
delicately on him and then started to probe his mouth with her moist tongue.
As they were making out, a thought came to him.  They eventually broke their
kiss.

"Janine dear," he called to Tina, "why don't you join us?"

"I'll be right here, close to you sweetheart." Tina answered. "I'm getting
very excited watching you. Just go on and have your fun," teased Tina,
having fun.

"FUCK! Tina was just too damn clever!" he thought.

Janine touched Roger's rock hard dick and knew that a blowjob was not what
he needed now.  She didn't mind playing these games, but she had tormented
Roger enough to satisfy her own need for vengeance. Now she was ready to
satisfy him. So much for acting the part of Tina! He was so stiff now that
his cock was no longer pointing up at all; it was pointing straight back at
himself. She climbed onto the recliner so that she was straddling him and
she bent so that he had a wonderful view of her tits dancing in her borrowed
blouse.

Tina approached and felt Roger's excessively rigid penis.  "My goodness!
You are incredibly hard!  Tina must really know how to kiss."

The truth was that Roger really needed to pee. He was not merely being
stoic; he was having fun and didn't want to break the mood or interrupt the
game. Tina elevated Roger's cock so that it was at a practical angle to be
useful to his wife's pussy. She thought to herself that, all joking aside,
Janine WAS a lucky woman.

Janine lowered herself, dreamily, onto his very stiff rod as though she were
sitting down into a relaxing bubble bath after a long, hard day.  Roger was
engulfed by her extreme wetness and began to hump her gently, using his feet
and legs to raise his hips off of the recliner.  Janine's hips swayed
suddenly in an unfamiliar way, a way that Roger had observed from a short
distance that night at the hotel, but had never experienced first-hand.
Janine, sitting on Roger's uncomfortably hard erection, began to work her
cunt around her husband's engorged penis, gripping him deep inside her.
Without warning, she shuddered and began wildly massaging his member deep
inside herself.  She went outside herself again and could hear herself
moaning incoherently as she thrashed her hips to pull her lover into herself
even more deeply.

At that critical moment, Tina moved close to Roger, kissing him
passionately. Janine, eyes closed and oblivious to Tina, was crying out in
ecstasy, transported to yet more distant realms of pleasure. But in spite of
her physical rapture, a part of Janine's mind suddenly registered alarm. She
didn't understand why, but she sensed that she was losing Roger.

Tina moved close so that her lips were against Roger's ear. The couple
appeared to be at the height their pleasure. As Janine's body tightened in
the throes of orgasm, Tina kissed him and whispered, "Oh Roger my love, what
could have been!"

Roger cried out involuntarily, "Tina!"

*

Minutes later, Janine extricated herself from Roger's arms and lifted
herself off of him; his erection was still going strong.  Roger, against all
odds, had managed to endure his wife's wrenching orgasm, beyond all normal
limits of stimulation and pleasure.  His endurance was no mystery: Roger
desperately needed to take a leak.

*

Janine trusts that which her intuition has told her must happen next.

"Tina darling," she asks, "do you trust us?"

"Why yes, of course I do," answers Tina, hesitantly, a vague hint of
nervousness and suspicion in her voice.

"That's wonderful, because now Roger and I have a game for you. You're
certainly dressed for the part!"

Roger, rejuvenated, comes up from behind Tina and cradles her securely,
comfortably, with his strong forearms. He kisses her on the lower part of
her neck, admiring the gracefulness of her shoulders. Roger delights in his
wonderful view of Tina's perfect tits, which he can see through the top of
her borrowed nightgown.

As Roger leads their guest to the bedroom, Janine opens their dresser drawer
and selects four long silk scarves.

"This might just keep things interesting," thinks Tina.

*

Chapter 4

Tina found herself in a semi-recumbent position reminiscent of a slave girl
from an old, campy movie. Bound to the foreign bed by long, luxuriously
flowing silk scarves, her legs were spread, leaving her ankles just over the
edge of the bed; her crotch accessible from the perimeter of the mattress.
Her arms were held wide apart, but still loose enough for her elbows to bend
slightly.  Moments ago, the couple had blindfolded and tied her up with an
efficiently suggesting more than passing acquaintance in the art of bondage.

Following the sexual encounters that had transpired in the living room, and
after a short breather, they had corralled her, their guest, into their
bedroom, their private chamber, repeating the assertion that Tina had every
reason to trust them.  In truth, however, their visitor was beginning to
have serious misgivings about her situation. After all, she was only
visiting from the West Coast for one week on a business trip, she was bound
and captive in a strange couple's home, and she had not shown the good sense
to tell anyone of her plans for the evening, or her whereabouts.

While she was feeling excitement and a titillating sense of sexual
anticipation, she was also feeling quite nervous too. In all of her previous
erotic experiences she had been the "femme fatale", the flirt, the
temptress -- the one in control. But tonight she had miscalculated,
underestimating Roger's composure, endurance and above all, his cleverness.
Blindfolded and bound, as she was now, one could argue that she was in
essence, his sex slave.

During a moment when she was feeling in control, she had foolishly given
Roger permission to fuck her without protection.  She was pretty sure that
it would be fine, but in principal it had been a stupid thing to consent to.
She could hold out only lackluster hope that Roger would somehow forget her
promise. She had been fairly brutal in her teasing of Roger, and if he were
anything like her he would probably want some payback.  Who could guess what
Roger might do to her to make her suffer if he shared any of her own
 "bitchy" tendencies? She realized that her persona of exaggerated
confidence and control might give others the impression that she could
handle anything, but at this moment Tina herself certainly wasn't buying
that assessment.

Tina could not, however, ignore the positive aspects of her situation
either.  For starters, she would probably soon be fucked by Roger.  The idea
of fucking this handsome, well-built man had appealed to her from the moment
she had first laid eyes on him. Due to some synergistic energy with Janine,
and an intuitive feminine response to his wife's well-founded jealousy, she
had let her natural penchant for teasing get the better of her. She had let
herself get carried away by the misguided notion that she could somehow own
a piece of Roger's love by leaving their physical desire unconsummated.  Now
that she'd had a brief taste of Roger's cock, and seen him making love to
Janine, she could hardly be disappointed that her initial scenario had
failed.  Stated simply, she desired Roger more than ever. She certainly
could not complain that she would now have the opportunity to have him
inside of her, and with the cooperation of his wife!

After Janine's last powerful orgasm there had been an obvious shift in her
allegiance, away from Tina's efforts at denying Roger his due with her, and
towards encouraging Roger to satisfy himself with their guest.
Paradoxically, Janine was now resolute that Roger should conquer
Tina --there could be no swaying her now.  Janine's intuition had correctly
sensed that it was important for Roger to have his way with Tina so that
Roger would not become fixated with the breathtaking woman; so that the
couple could move on.  Things were finally beginning to look up for Roger...

*

At the moment Roger approached her, Tina's insecurities had her feeling
jittery, as though her whole body were ticklish. Her trim, yet voluptuous
body was taut, pulled outwards by the elegant bindings as though
spring-loaded. Her nervousness, coupled with her sense of heightened sexual
anticipation, caused her body to quiver almost imperceptibly. Her torso
undulated of its own accord as she heard Roger drawing near.  He stood over
her, between the "V" of her wide-open thighs, and reached down so that his
fingertips touched her tight abdominal muscles through the thin fabric of
his wife's gown.  At the first hint of his touch, Tina reflexively tensed,
her lower back arching, her pubic bone thrusting towards him, as if he were
pulling her by some invisible marionette string.

Her body's nervous system was on high alert, muscles tensing as though
racked by shivers. She felt Roger's palms gracefully trace their way up her
delicate ribs and to the flattened mounds of her breasts.  Roger lingered
over his new treasure, admiring with his fingers what was now completely his
to enjoy.  He worked his way up to her glorious shoulders, symmetrically
caressing them from beneath her upper back, his hands now under the fabric
of her lingerie. Tina let herself relax, closing her eyes and lowering her
center of gravity so that she was now more planted in the bed. As she
relaxed she felt his hands spreading wide the cotton fabric of her gown.
She melted further, expecting his hands to continue their gentle exploration
of her skin beneath the fabric.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, Roger pulled forcefully at the gown tearing it
asunder, sending buttons flying violently, and filling the room with the
sound of ripping fabric and small bouncing objects.  Tina's body tensed anew
as adrenaline coursed through every cell in her body. Her nervous system was
at full attention now, intent on having learned an important lesson for its
complacency. Her body was practically hovering over the stranger's bed,
straining to protect itself with even fewer resources.

He surveyed the newly exposed features, her creamy shoulders, her tight
breasts, her silky-smooth and yet well-defined abdominal muscles, and her
vulnerable navel.  Her body appeared to quiver at such a high frequency that
he imagined that any moment her skin could break out in goose bumps.  Her
nipples had suddenly stiffened to their maximum hardness as though to
fortify themselves against invasion.  But their stiffness beckoned his
fingers to explore them, and he reached out with both hands to touch the
conquered territory exposed by his brutal action. He moistened the tips of
his fingers on each of his hands, and then reached down to savor every
aspect of their suppleness as he curled Tina's fantastic nipples between his
thumbs and first two fingers.  At his touch, she gasped and then shivered,
her vulva flooding with warmth and wetness.

As he touched her, Roger admired her sensuous mouth, eyebrows, and cascading
long hair. He yanked again at the garment, separating the two halves of her
cover entirely, and revealing her smooth, firm hips as well as her pubic
area.  She was uncertain of what she could expect from him next -- pleasure
or pain.  She tried to keep her breathing quiet, as though hearing what he
might be doing would provide some additional protection. As it happened, her
next sensation was tactile, focused around the area of her pubic region, but
not in any way that she could have anticipated.

She experienced a pleasant, tickling sensation as she sensed a comb gently
pass across her pubic hair.  She shuddered, as much from the surprise of the
unexpected sensation as from the incongruity of the calm, almost pacifying
stokes applied in juxtaposition with the ripping of her nightclothes.  Her
body wanted to relax and luxuriate in the comfortable attention being paid
to her, but her nerves were now strung tightly, unwilling to give up their
defenses quite so readily.  She worried suddenly that Roger and Janine could
be demented fetishists with the opportunity now to practice their perverted
rituals upon a defenseless victim, namely herself. The combing of her pubic
hair, however, stopped after a few moments, replaced by strokes to her
flowing hair.

She threw her head backwards, as though to see through her blindfold, to
glimpse the face of the one grooming her in such a gentle manner.  Her mind
was a jumble of confusion, at once defensive, yet also desperate to relax.
There had been no conversation since the couple had tied her up, and she was
not inclined to break the silence, to break this spell that was so
effectively captivating her attention, and acutely arousing her senses. She
felt the person behind her stop brushing her hair, and then felt Roger reach
over her from behind her, his face next to hers, gently cradling her breasts
with his strong arms. When he kissed her on the neck she could not resist
moaning in pleasure, as much to release some energy, as to encourage him
further in this safer pursuit.  He increased the pressure of his embrace,
squeezing her tightly in a manner that she found reassuring and protective.
He shifted again so that his face was close to hers and the two began
kissing each other's mouths gently as lovers.

Their kissing grew more intense as the fingers of his right hand found their
way lower to the delicately soft hair covering the lips of her vulva. His
fingertips played gently upon the surface of her moist lips as Tina's tongue
played gently on the lips of Roger's mouth, inviting him to explore her more
fully below.  Too soon though he broke away and was gone, leaving her as she
was before, but with an urgent sense of longing for him.  She yearned to
have him close to her, inside her, consuming him while he devoured her.

*

Roger knelt by the edge of his bed, his knees on a sofa cushion to provide
both height and comfort.  He brought his smooth, recently shaven face close
to Tina's wet pussy, incredulous that it was now his for the taking.  As his
lips approached their destination, his nostrils filled with the pleasant
aroma of Tina's delicious scent.  That he, Roger, a good husband, a good
father, and a respectable member of his community, was about to eat the
pussy of this incredible specimen of feminine beauty in the presence of his
loving wife seemed beyond comprehension, a defiance of reality.  Yet here he
was, staring at the perfection of Tina's eager cunt.  He wanted to savor his
situation -- to live in this place, in this moment forever. Impossibly,
reality improved yet further, and by several degrees, as he brought his wet
tongue into contact with her swollen clit for the first time.  Tina's body
had an aura of sexual electricity surrounding it like a force field, and by
penetrating that space he was transported into her powerful and intoxicating
realm.

Although she was the one who was bound, her body emitted such powerful
erotic energy that Roger felt himself still her captive.  As he licked her
clit and probed her wet cunt hungrily with his tongue, his ears registered
Tina's moans of pleasure and other familiar sounds as well.  He was aware of
Janine's shallow breathing, her aroused panting -- a sure sign of her sexual
excitement.  The sexual temperature in their bedroom was rising now to a new
unprecedented level of erotic heat.

Roger knew that he would soon be beyond all bounds of normal desire and
judgment. He felt that he must put on a condom now -- while he still had the
presence of mind to do so. He somehow managed to pull his face from her
enchanted oasis and applied the protection to his massive hard-on.

*

If one were to have told Janine, as recently as four hours ago, that she
would be sitting on her own bedroom chair, dressed in another woman's
clothes, eagerly and attentively watching while her husband made love to a
beautiful younger woman, on the bed that she had shared with Roger for the
last eight years; she would not have believed it.  If they were to add that
Janine was highly aroused by the sight, and was masturbating while watching
the show, she would have dismissed the person as a lunatic.  Would she let
them add that Janine had made love to the very same woman herself twice that
same evening?

Janine watched as Roger used his penis to play delicate circles at the
opening of Tina's noticeably wet vulva.  She heard Tina begging him to give
her what she wanted so badly.  Shivers of excitement passed through her as
she watched Roger comply with her desires, and bury his erect rod deep
within the young woman's cunt...

She was awakened from her reverie by Roger's voice calling to her. "Janine,
come and untie Tina!" She quickly complied and then purposefully returned to
her chair, watching them, legs spread, touching herself...

*

Roger knew that given Tina's past volatility, it might be a mistake to untie
her, to give her the freedom to make more mischief, to escape from him if
she wished.  But he felt that it was a risk he must take.  As much as he
enjoyed the bondage games that he sometimes played with his wife, he wanted
to truly enjoy Tina as a woman enjoying him on her own terms. If, when his
captive was released, she wished to bolt -- then so be it.

The moment that Janine had finished untying Tina's bindings from the bed
frame, Roger received a pleasant surprise. Tina was tired of playing games.
Silk scarves trailing from all four of her limbs, she pulled off her
blindfold, pounced upon Roger, and mounting him from above, buried his penis
deep inside herself.  Roger quickly worked his strong, muscular body to the
edge of the bed, with Tina still sitting on him, so that his legs were
comfortably dangling over the edge of the bed and so that she could ride
him.  They began to kiss passionately while he was deep inside her.

With her feet in contact with the bed, and her palms on Roger's hairy chest,
Tina worked her thighs magically.  She moved her pelvis in a circular
motion, so that each lover was simultaneously giving and receiving sublime
pleasure.  After a couple moments of this bliss, Roger sensed that he would
not be able to maintain this exquisite stimulation for much longer. He lay
back and threw his arms out wide, in a sign of surrender.  Tina adjusted
accordingly, bending over to kiss his mouth, practically smothering him with
her wet passion.  Roger broke off the kiss long enough to speak softly to
her.  "Would you touch yourself for me?"

Tina balanced herself on him and reached down to touch her  clit.  Roger
could feel her knuckles stimulating the base of his cock through his pubic
hair as she gently massaged herself.  She looked deep into his eyes and
slowly opened her mouth as she found a new, slower rhythm with which to ride
him.  Roger took in this female's intoxicating beauty, a beauty intensified
by her effortless, serene, and natural movement.  He was now part of her
intimate dance, sharing her most private personal stimulation as she
pleasured herself upon him for their mutual excitement.  Her hair flowed
over her shoulders, meeting the delicate fabric of her wide-open gown, which
served to frame her perfect features. He watched her eyes close and her head
tilt back as her pleasure intensified. At the first hint that her body was
beginning to stiffen in orgasm, he sat up so that they were intimately
enmeshed in each other.  Tina's wetness flooded his crotch; his hard cock
nestled high within her, as they kissed wetly and passionately.  In a
perfect moment, the two lovers simultaneously came in a shared wave of
throbbing release.  They clasped tightly around one another, holding on
dearly in the most intimate of embraces...

*

Looking back on their episode with Tina, Roger and Janine felt that they had
just barely escaped with their lives.  They had played with a powerful fire
and somehow avoided getting burnt to a crisp. Everything about their
marriage had remained wonderful since that night.  They enjoyed their
lovemaking as much as always, but there was now a profound sincerity
whenever one of them declared that they would never be brave enough to
involve others in their sex lives again. While they never saw nor heard from
Tina again, her presence was clearly felt by each of them.

There is something that must be told, which if known to Tina would
undoubtedly fill her with happiness.  Janine, while thoroughly content with
Roger, frequently imagined how wonderful it would be to make delicious love
to her if only just one more time. And despite his satisfaction that
wonderful night with
her, Roger always wondered what it would be like to experience a blowjob
from the remarkable temptress that was Tina. Roger could never rationally
explain what had made him rip the clothes off of their captive guest. And
while he had certainly intended for the ripped gown to be carried off with
the trash, to this day he still keeps the object hidden in the back of one
of his drawers.

THE END

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