A Good Husband

February 17, 2014 – 12:27 pm

She was rapidly approaching the point of becoming completely lost 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 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 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, because her hands were bound, 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 enticingly against her clit, causing intense pleasure to shoot through 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 emanating from her rose higher in pitch, 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 and there was no 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, but 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 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 him, as if by an exotic 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 active socially and was well regarded in her community as someone who was helpful to others and active in local causes. Janine was modest and proper; she would certainly resist the notion of such a sordid meeting if they jointly discussed plans for such a meeting together. If this fantasy evening were to happen, it would have to happen on 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 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 Roger that he would be leaving for the East Coast 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 and after a long discussion about Daryll’s girlfriend 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. The clear implication was that this was 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 came up behind his wife, who was talking on the phone with a friend. While she was conversing, he snuggled her from behind and began rubbing her tummy and breasts in a provocative manner that usually got him what he wanted.

“I’ve got to go Samantha, my child needs me.” Janine said before abruptly hanging up with her friend.

“I have a surprise for you darling. Are you ready for a sudden change of plans?”

“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; I hope you’ll 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 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, 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 near the foot of the bed and with her knees bent and legs spread. Her thin but defined legs appeared smooth, silky, and very sexy. Her small breasts and large, sumptuous nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material of her lingerie.

Her eyes widened to saucer-shape 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.” 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 situation.

Darryl 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. 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. 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 she was not ready for him to 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. He came around 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 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 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 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 finishing her shower 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, he was practically buzzing.

Before he secured the gag over her mouth, he let his wife know that this evenings 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 thought that Janine would assume this foreplay would be to ready her for himself. They heard a quiet knocking at the door. Janine was more that a bit surprised when Roger gave her a peck on the cheek and got up to answer the door. Suddenly she knew that the rules had changed.

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 lubricated itself yet further with a thick wetness with which to welcome it. Her body, as if by autonomic reflex, seemed to be priming itself for the onslaught of his huge sex organ. 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. As the implications of the shocking length and incredible thickness of his prick began to register in her mind, her intense, primal 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 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 suddenly became 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 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. Janine began to revel in 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!

Daryll, too, seemed to have lost 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. In an instant he had penetrated 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 first tentatively and then ever deeper into her, causing excitement and providing a type of internal stimulation she had never experienced before. Almost reflexively, her pelvic muscles tightened and attempted to squeeze closed, as if to repel the advance of his cock within her. 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 slid yet further into her vagina. Instinctively, her body repeated these muscular contractions, and in an instant their sex organs tuned themselves to each other. Suddenly they were engaged in what was for Janine a 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 frequency, and she desired only that this bliss should continue forever. His grunts and heavy breathing in her ear played counterpoint to the primal, involuntary wails of pleasure that escaped more from her nostrils than her mouth. The primitive, limbic, 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. 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 plunged even deeper into her wet cunt 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 vagina contracted in intense orgasm and released even more creamy wetness, as her nervous system temporarily sent her mind and body into a new dimension, beyond critical thought, beyond time and place, beyond all worldly 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. His mental state was a confused mixture of erotic stimulation, jealousy, envy and overflowing love for his wife. Daryll was endowed 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 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 massaged her engorged and slippery clitoris with his sensitive fingers, she in turn became aroused again as she sensed her husband’s attentiveness. The previous stimulation and the closeness of her husband overwhelmed her and she quickly buckled and stiffened, moaning loudly, as she came in her usual wonderful way.

She put her heels closer together and threw open her thighs, exposing her swollen, wet labia to welcome him into her. He wasted no time mounting her. His stiff, unprotected cock was able to penetrate her very wet, loose, and highly lubricated labia with absolutely no resistance. As they passionately kissed, Janine gave herself completely now to him. As he plunged into her, he experienced a vague feeling, at once unsettling yet also exciting, that he was fucking a woman other than his wife. He 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 love and prolonged stimulation.

A few minutes later they each got up to pee. When they returned they snuggled and fell fast asleep in each other’s arms. They 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. While both Roger and Janine felt that they were tuned in to one another, 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 the 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 loving wife. Indeed, 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 truly been an exceptional experience; an experience that neither spouse felt would be prudent to repeat.

– The End –