Message-ID: <41053asstr$1046171402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 25 Feb 2003 04:31:42.0721 (UTC) FILETIME=[CC114F10:01C2DC86] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 21:31:38 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} A Good Husband - A Good Provider (MF, Relic, Interr, Light Bondage, Wife) Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2003 06:10:02 -0500 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: dennyw, gill-bates A Good Husband. MF, Reluc, Interr, Light Bondage, Wife,) by norealwriter@hotmail.com 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. This story has been extensively rewritten since it was last submitted one year ago. * Chapter 1 - A Good Provider Conflicting thoughts raged through Janine's mind as her electrified body quivered with arousal. Feelings of humiliation, shame, outrage and fear mingled and competed with sensations of titillation, erotic attraction and wide-eyed exhilaration. She was, however, becoming increasingly and almost completely lost in the pleasure and excitement of the moment. With her arms and legs tethered to the posts and iron frame of the hotel bed by long silken scarves, she could hear her own breathing accelerate with each passing moment. The elegant 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 irresistibly attractive, young, black stranger whose mouth was within inches of her waiting vulva. As his moist tongue delicately brushed against her swelling clit for the first time, she finally surrendered and abandoned her misgivings. That she should feel safe was paramount to her, and the presence of her husband watching them from a nearby chair, ultimately provided that sense of safety. Now, as sexual excitement overcame all inhibition, she became less aware of Roger, and allowed pleasure to crowd out her rational thoughts, leaving only the primitive portion of her psyche tuned to the pleasure being administered by her remarkable lover. The black man's smooth face was clean-shaven and his eyes were intelligent, kind and beautiful. His scent was clean and spicy. As lust overcame her, she yearned to run her hands through his hair and to knead the back of his neck, to let him know just how she would like him to lick her. But because she was tied up, the best she could manage to do was to thrust out her pelvis to him, subtly encouraging more contact. Her lover intuitively responded to her gesture by flexing his tongue enticingly against her clit. Conveyed by the adrenaline already in her system, his tonguing caused intense pleasure to jolt through her, followed immediately by a velvety wetness, which suffused her vagina. As he flicked his supple tongue quickly and gently along the sensitive surface of her exposed womanhood, she alternately sensed the warmth of his breath and then the coolness of the room's air against the damp hairs of her vulva as he breathed in and out while licking her. Panic temporarily washed over her as she suddenly realized 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 emanating from her rose higher in pitch, the sexual intensity of the room rose too, by several degrees. Instinctively understanding the nature of her impassioned pleas, her smooth-chested, lover pulled himself away from between her leg, before she could orgasm and began to remove his briefs, leaving her cool and moist crotch in desperate anticipation of further pleasures. * Roger had seen the black man at the exclusive health club where he often scheduled his early afternoon hours. 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, most of whom were top level executives or CEOs. While many of the members of the club were in very good physical condition, it would never have occurred to Roger 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, and he was terrifically competitive with other execs whether at the gym, socially, or while conducting business. He had a wonderfully close partnership with his wife and their evenings were frequently filled with loving, playful, and sometimes steamy sexual relations. One day, though, he saw the tall young man's limber muscles ripple as the lifeguard pulled a towel across his upper back, and something clicked. That this quiet and unassuming, young man exuded a raw, youthful and intense animal sexuality should have been irrelevant to him. The young man was simultaneously muscular, powerful and hard, but also appeared to be restrained, confident and gentle. While Roger 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 would drive her wild. In his mind he held a vivid image of his shy wife in the throes of ecstasy while being ravaged by the young man, as if by an exotic and powerful beast. That he and his wife were faithful to one another was not even a question in his mind. During their many years of lovemaking they had experimented with videos, pictures, story magazines, and more recently, websites. Roger enjoyed the excitement of corrupting his modest and proper wife with exposure to this material. As they would watch or read, he loved to touch her vulva, to feel how hot and wet Janine would get from "slut wife" scenarios, from lesbian scenes or from any number of naughty sex scenes. While they had often enjoyed the excitement of these stimulating fantasies, there had always been an unspoken understanding between them that they wouldn't actually involve an outside person in their sex life. But after that particular day at the club, he began to imagine how exciting it might be if he were to provide his wife with the gift of this man's sexual energy for just one special night. As embarrassing as it was to admit, he couldn't deny that Janine would get particularly turned-on by scenarios that depicted black men getting it on with white men's wives, making cuckolds of their husbands. Even more surprising to Roger was the realization that the thought of Janine getting fucked by another man, in his presence, also greatly excitedhim. Roger's wife was active socially and was well regarded in her community as a soft-spoken and caring person who was helpful to others. For a woman in her mid-thirties, Janine was quite active in a number of local causes and charities. She was modest, well mannered and proper. She would resist the notion of any sordid meeting; most certainly one of the sort that Roger was imagining. If they were to jointly discuss plans for such a meeting, it would simply not come about. For this fantasy evening to happen, it would have to be upon Roger'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. Thus, the chances of a wild night of pleasure for his wife involving the lifeguard, a total stranger to her, 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, would be spending his last summer at the club. The youth had apparently worked very hard as a student and was graduating, with honors, as a B.A. from the local community college. He had worked part-time at the exclusive club to earn extra money, and he was doing so for just one last summer before he would be leaving for the East Coast to pursue an MBA on a generous scholarship. One day Roger noticed that Daryll was in an uncharacteristically bad mood. After further discussion he found out that the youth had just broken up with his girlfriend, ending a monogamous relationship that had begun when they were each just sixteen years old. His girlfriend, who was unwilling to accompany him East, nor to pursue a long-distance relationship, had become upset that he had chosen to leave town, and thus her, to attend the prestigious graduate school. Daryll was upset by their breakup and told Roger that he would be leaving for the East Coast in a few days. Roger reasoned that because he had become a successful CEO, a position to which Daryll presumably also aspired, the young man probably looked up to him. 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 and after a long discussion about Daryll's girlfriend that the husband told his little "white lie." He confided to him that he had girl troubles of his own; that his wife had never been able to have a vaginal orgasm. While the latter statement was strictly true, the truth was that this had never mattered, nor even been relevant, to either of them. The clear implication though was that this was causing a strain on their marriage. If Daryll could somehow find his way past any embarrassment, Roger would greatly appreciate his help... * Early the next Saturday night, Janine's parents, picked up their four-year-old granddaughter, Nikki, to spend the night at their house. Soon after they had left with their daughter, Janine found herself on the phone with her friend Samantha, trying to end a conversation with her talkative exercise partner. As part of their workout, Janine and Samantha would run most weekday mornings along a five-mile route, and Samantha would end up doing most of the talking. Janine would occasionally find herself tuning Samantha out, thinking instead about a previous night of lovemaking with Roger, or indulging in any number of sexual fantasies. During a particularly appealing fantasy, she would often wonder about her resolve to resist her wild impulses were she to ever find herself in such an unlikely situation, knowing the whole time how silly she was for wondering. Roger came up behind his wife while she was on the phone and snuggled her from behind. He began rubbing her firm, feminine tummy and her pert breasts in a provocative manner that usually got him what he wanted. Janine arched her back sensually and melted into him, wriggling her shoulders and lolling her head back. "Mmm, I've got to go Samantha, my child needs me," Janine said before abruptly hanging up with her friend. "Thanks, Roger sweetie!" "I have a surprise for you darling. Are you ready for something different tonight?" "I know that look of yours Roger! Have you picked up one of those movies for us again?" "Well, not exactly. This is going to require an open mind. Do you trust me?" "Should I.?" A short time later, they arrived at a nice, local, reasonably upscale hotel that Roger had scoped out, but had never been to before. He had done his homework carefully. Their room was reserved and ready for them 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, her legs wide apart, a handkerchief tied through her mouth, and wearing a slinky and inviting nightgown, lay a beautiful, sexy, and petite white woman. She was propped up with pillows so that she was well supported in a semi-reclining position near the foot of the bed, with her knees bent and legs spread. Her thin but defined legs and thighs appeared smooth, silky, and very sexy. Her small breasts and large, sumptuous nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material of her lingerie. She was struggling agitatedly against her restraints. Her eyes widened to saucer-shape as they 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 continued to struggle against the silk restraints tied about her wrists. As Daryll's cock stiffened, his 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 works herself up to excitement," 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 there in the chair." As Roger retreated to his close vantage point, he felt misgivings -- some possessiveness, possibly a bit of jealousy. He also now worried, more than a bit too late, how Janine might react to being thrust into this rather extreme situation. Daryll removed his shirt to reveal his sleek, yet muscular physique. As Roger's wife watched his every move, her struggling continued, but with slightly less urgency. As he removed his trousers 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. All 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. As Daryll advanced towards her, she suddenly renewed her struggle. But 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. The stranger approached and brought his face close to hers. She surveyed his face and from his expression and demeanor she concluded that he was safe. He was absolutely gorgeous and she felt an enormous wave of attraction for him. His breath was pleasant and inviting. He touched the back of her head and pulled lightly at the handkerchief and looked into her eyes as if to ask her if she would like him to remove it. Her eyes maintained their lock on his, studying them further. 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 with it on he could not kiss her mouth, something she was surely not yet ready for. In the back of her mind was also the thought that the gag would give her the freedom to scream out loudly and without inhibition should she get carried away with pleasure. Still, his offer made her feel that she could trust him. He came around, climbed onto the bed, and kneeled 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 arouse her with gentle kisses, his hands warmed up and worked their way across to her chest. He began to massage her breasts through the soft, thin fabric of her nightgown. As he gently pinched and rolled her perfectly erect nipples, she involuntarily lolled her head back gracefully inviting his lips to kiss the front of her neck. His lips and tongue made their way up the side of her neck and he began to lightly nibble the lobe of her ear. She emitted a low groan that undeniably signaled her pleasure. As he gently breathed into and tongued the opening of her ear, 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 Janine, 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 thighs securely and comfortably to the room's elegant wrought-iron bed frame, knowing that he was doing so to ready his wife for another man, 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 gently 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 assumed that Janine would think that this foreplay would be to ready her for himself. They heard a quiet knocking at the door. Janine flinched and her eyes widened nervously, her entire body suddenly at full alert as she looked up at Roger. She was more that a bit concerned when Roger gave her a peck on the cheek and got up to answer the door. "Relax sweetheart," he whispered, "I promise you that this is going to be great." Suddenly she knew that the rules hadchanged. * Daryll's massive cock came roaring out of its den with inadequate warning. Although the deftness of his wet tongue on her clit had stirred her longing for him, nothing could have truly prepared Janine, (nor Roger for that matter) for the shock of seeing the young black man's enormous, fully erect penis for the first time. As he stepped closer, she stared hypnotically as his huge, pendulous boner swung from side to side, its thick base anchored to his torso like the trunk of an imposing, ancient tree. Adrenaline pumped through her body and her vulva flooded yet further with wetness. Janine, bound and prone, felt palpably that she was now prey snared by a ravenous predator. She had a sense, on a visceral level, of the inevitable - she knew what would come next. Her body, as if by autonomic reflex, seemed to be priming itself for the onslaught of his huge penis. As the implications of the shocking length and thickness of his prick began to register in her mind, her intense, primal desire to have him inside 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 woman 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 was now outraged that Roger had put her into this position. But in the next instant it came to her that this had been all her husband'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 presumptuous husband. This was a "no-lose" situation! As Daryll rolled a condom over his gigantic penis, she began to wriggle, struggling seductively against the resistance of her silk bindings. She was provocative and brilliant as she played the part of a helpless victim. Stirred up by her recent rage, Janine delightedly warmed to the pure naughtiness of her situation, thoroughly turned-on by realization that she was about to be fucked by this magnificent black male right under her husband's nose. She was certainly not going to hold back for Roger's benefit! No, if anything Roger would now pay dearly for his audacity by being a mere spectator to whatever extreme, eager, and unrestrainedly wicked pleasure she was about to enjoy with this outrageous stud. Daryll, too, had lost any inhibition he might have harbored. He practically pounced upon her, forcefully kissing her firm, flexed abdominal muscles, 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 from below. She was full of anticipation as she felt his large pole begin to probe her labia. In an instant he had penetrated her, the massive width of his rock-hard dick stretching her vagina in unfamiliar ways as he began to enter her. 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 first tentatively and then slightly deeper into her, causing excitement like she had never experienced before. Almost out of curiosity, as if to see whether she could repel the advance of this huge cock within her, she tightened her pelvic muscles and attempted to squeeze herself closed. But because she was spread so wide, this movement actually served to massage Daryll's thick rod in a way that invited further penetration. As she bore down with her pelvic muscles, the walls of her vagina closed comfortably around his rigid cock, and when she let up on the gripping, he slowly slid yet further into her vagina. Instinctively she repeated her muscular contractions, and as he worked himself farther into her, their sex organs tuned themselves to each other. Janine was now engaged in an entirely new and unfamiliar, yet intimate and passionate dialog; so natural it seemed "right." The two lovers were now working together as a team, each partner's effort intensifying their own and each other's pleasure. As he pumped his massive, thick rod in and out of her creamy cunt, her feminine cistern sang 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 new powerful frequency, and she desired only that this volcanic 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. She strained unsuccessfully at the silk scarves restraining her arms, desperate to grab hold of this man's buttocks to pull him into her. Instinctively, Daryll spread wide his powerful fingers, gripping and kneading her buttocks, drawing her more intimately around his wide cock. The primitive portion of her brain commanded her legs, thighs, and her hostage gluteal muscles to intensify the coordinated vaginal massage of his powerfully hard and throbbing penis. Each of his powerful thrusts into her were met by the smothering contractions of her hot and viscous vagina. After an interval that seemed impossibly prolonged and yet fleeting, the drama between the two lovers began to near its apogee. Sensing the inevitable, Daryll plunged deeply, for the last time, into her nurturing warmth 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, she screamed out muffled wails of unworldly ecstasy as her vagina contracted in intense orgasm, releasing a magnificent flood of sticky wetness. As her nervous system finally overloaded, her body began to tremble uncontrollably and her vocalizations soon trailed off into a mix of grateful sobbing and moaning, mixed with tears, as she entered a world beyond critical thought, beyond time and place, beyond all concerns... * Roger watched and listened as Janine's vocalizations and seismic spasms drove home to him that he was an outsider, looking in from an immeasurable distance at the extreme, unprecedented pleasure his wife was experiencing just a few feet away from him. His carefully crafted plans were realized and had come to fruition. He watched as his wife left him and everything else they shared, briefly, for a new place that, ironically, he would only be able to imagine. His mental state was a confused mixture of erotic stimulation, jealousy, envy, defeat, and overflowing love for his wife. Daryll was endowed and capable beyond all expectations, and clearly his wife had enjoyed the encounter with the black man well beyond any of his secret fantasies. When the rhythm of Janine and Daryll's shared rapture slowed and then finally abated, Roger realized that, indeed, 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, retreated to the bathroom, and quickly dressed himself. When he emerged, Roger quietly thanked Daryll and 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. Although she was completely spent, 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 managed to breathe 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 she kissed him tenderly and wetly on his lips, he gently touched her highly engorged and slippery clitoris, and she in turn became aroused again as she sensed her husband's desire to please her. The previous stimulation with Daryll and the comforting closeness of her husband quickly overwhelmed her and she quietly buckled and stiffened, moaning very softly, as she came in what could almost be described as an aftershock to the previous earthquake. She put her heels closer together and threw open her thighs, exposing her swollen, dripping wet cunt as his invitation to now fuck her. He wasted no time mounting her. His stiff, unprotected cock was able to penetrate her loose, and highly lubricated labia with an almost unnatural effortlessness. As he plunged into her, he experienced a vague feeling, at once unsettling, but also undeniably exciting, that he was fucking a woman other than his wife. As she groggily kissed him, he could play only but a dozen strokes, lost in her seemingly cavernous, warm, wet and creamy vagina before releasing within her, his enormous hot load; the product of all of his love and prolonged stimulation. For many nights their shared experience of that special night fueled hot, passionate sessions of lovemaking. While both Roger and Janine felt that they were still close to each other, they never talked too explicitly of that evening's events. Once or twice Roger had tried to find out from Janine just "how good" Daryll had been, but Janine would only say that the night had been "very special" and that she had "enjoyed to closeness of both men in different ways." Roger had left it at that, feeling good that he had been able to provide such an exciting experience to his wife. In Roger's mind, that night at the hotel had come about because of his intuition and initiative, proof that he would indeed do anything to bring his wife pleasure. It had truly been an exceptional experience that neither spouse felt would be a good idea to repeat. END OF CHAPTER ONE Please send comments to: norealwriter@hotmail.com Stories about sex between strangers and married couples are fun to read, but in real life this practice is very dangerous and stupid. 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