A Good Husband

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by NoRealWriter (norealwriter@hotmail.com)

***

Her husband had seen the young black man at his health
club. The youth, who worked as a club lifeguard during
the last several summers. The quiet and unassuming
young man exuded a raw, youthful and intense animal
sexuality and he felt that he would make the perfect
partner for his wife. (MFF, reluc-wife, intr, bd)

***

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 the 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 beautiful 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 quickly. 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 an
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 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. 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 needed 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…

END

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