How They Decided

Celebrating their first anniversary at a local restaurant, she told him about the teasing she had received at work that day. Everyone had wanted to help her celebrate but one of the jokes had made her start thinking. Jim, a long-time co-worker had told her it was time to start taking beans out of the jar. Then, he had to explain to several of her co-workers that the line came from an old joke for newlyweds about putting a bean in a jar every time they made love for the first year. Then they start taking a bean out of the jar every time they made love for the rest of their lives. He said, "You never get those beans out of the jar!"

She said she then realized that they had made love every night she had not been having her period since they had been married -- until about a week ago when they had gone to sleep without doing so. He admitted he hadn't paid any attention but that she was correct.

As they finished their meals and drank coffee, he told her that this first year of marriage had been wonderful precisely because they made love every chance they had, plus they had been very open with each other about their desires and preferences. They had experimented with many positions and many things that some might consider "kinky."

"Still", he told her, "there are many things we have mentioned to each other that we just never got around to doing. It's a shame we have started skipping nights without trying everything we want."

Tammi said she had mentioned that very thing to Jim later and that he had taken that opportunity to present her with an anniversary present for the two of them.

Gerry had only met Jim fleetingly, at the office and once, at a party. Jim was an older man who had taken her under his wing when she went to work in the insurance office. He had sounded like a really nice guy and she had often said things such as, "Jim said to tell you....", or "Jim sent this magazine home with me for you."

So he wasn't surprised when she told him about the present but he was surprised when she told him it was a book they were to read to each other in bed. As he drove them home after the meal, she told him the book was wrapped in a ribbon and that when she started to remove the ribbon so she could glance through the book, Jim had told her to wait until they were in bed to remove the ribbon. It was all starting to sound very mysterious.

While he stopped in the kitchen to prepare the coffeepot and check the phone for messages, she went into the bedroom to prepare for bed. They had been looking forward to celebrating a year of marriage with some special lovemaking.

As he entered the bedroom he saw her just crawling under the covers in a very sexy nightgown. He quickly undressed and, completely naked, he flipped the covers off her and admired her lovely form which was clearly visible through the nylon nightgown. "God, you're beautiful," he said as he noticed her hand between her legs under the gown. "I see you started without me."

She raised her legs and spread them all in one motion and said, "Do me fast and hard! We can do it slowly later."

He rolled onto her and entered her slick and wet body with no wasted movements. She moaned as he took her and they both reached a climax quickly.

As they lay quietly catching their breath, he reached between her legs and caressed her. She clasped his manhood tightly in her hand as they slowly relaxed. She said, "Are we going to read the book tonight?"

"Why not," he answered. He reached for the book where it lay on the table. It was a small, plain white book cover. She pulled the ribbon and they could read the title which had been concealed under the ribbon, "The Story of O."

He opened the book and began to read aloud,

"Her lover one day takes O for a walk in a section of the city

where they never go - the Montsouris Park. After they have

taken a stroll in the park, and have sat together side by side

on the edge of a lawn, they notice, at one corner of the park,

at an intersection where there are never any taxis, a car which,

because of its meter, resembles a taxi."

As he read, one of his hands went between her legs again and he stroked her as he read. She was also stroking him and they both grew more excited.

A while later, he read,

"Then they made O get up and were on the verge of untying her,

probably in order to attach her to some pole or wall, when someone

protested that he wanted to take her first, right there on the spot. So

they made her kneel down again, this time with her bust on an otto-

man, her hands still tied behind her, with her hips higher than her

torso. Then one of the men, holding her with both his hands on her

hips, plunged into her belly. He yielded to a second. The third

wanted to force his way into the narrower passage and, driving

hard, made her scream. When he let her go, sobbing and befouled

by tears beneath her blindfold, she slipped to the floor, only to

feel someone's knees against her face, and she realized that her

mouth was not to be spared."

The book slipped from his fingers as he pulled her on top of him and plunged into her for the second time that evening. It normally would have taken awhile for either of them to climax but they both were so excited he poured his seed into her almost immediately and she began shuddering as she soon followed. She collapsed onto him and they clutched each other tightly.

The recovery took longer this time and the bed was a mess from the fluids they had been unable to control. They rolled onto the dry side of the bed and fell asleep in each others' arms without any further conversation.

Morning found them rushing about as neither had remembered to set the alarm on the clock. As she bent over the sink brushing her teeth he came up behind her and rubbed her behind. He admired her body as he did so. He had first been attracted to her because of her slender form with a narrow waist and flaring hips. He thought she had the most perfectly shaped buttocks of any woman he had ever seen. Some men might think her breasts were too small but they were perfectly shaped and he often joked that "all over a mouthful was wasted."

He said, "Did you enjoy the story I read you last night?"

"Tonight, I get to read to you", she answered.

That evening, as they ate supper, he asked, "Do we watch TV awhile or rush to bed?"

She answered, "All I could think about all day was getting to bed but I think we will enjoy it more if we wait a couple of hours. Then, we can shower and go to bed early."

After an hour or so of mindless TV, she rose and said, "I think I'll take a shower and go on to bed."

As she showered, he suddenly opened the shower door and entered. The shower was barely large enough for both of them but they managed to wash each other, both paying particular attention to the others' private parts. By the time they finished and dried each other, they were panting with excitement.

They crawled in bed nude and settled in comfortably. She picked up the book and began to read,

"They explained to her that this was how it would always

be, as long as she was in the château, that she would see

the faces of those who violated or tormented her, but never

at night, and she would never know which ones had been

responsible for the worst. The same would be true when

she was whipped, except that they wanted her to see herself

being whipped, and so this once she would not be blind-

folded. They, on the other hand, would don their masks, and

she would no longer be able to tell them apart."

As she read, he stroked her body until she said, "We will never finish this book unless we keep our hands off each other while we are reading." They did so as she read -- with some uncomfortable wriggling as each attempted to control his/her excitement.

As she read,

"... Again she saw the hand which in the car had taken her

garter belt and panties, and had stretched the garters so that

she could roll her stockings down to above her knees. The

memory was so vivid that she forgot her hands were bound

and made the chain grate. And why, if she took the memory

of the torture she had gone through so lightly, why did the

very idea, the very word or sight of a whip make her heart

beat wildly and her eyes close with terror? She did not stop

to consider whether it was only terror; she was overwhelmed

with panic: they would pull on her chain and haul her to her

feet on the bed, and they would whip her, with her belly

glued to the wall they would whip her, whip her, the word

kept turning in her head. Pierre would whip her, Jeanne had

said he would. You're lucky, Jeanne had repeated, they'll be

a lot harder on you. What had she meant by that? She no

longer felt anything but the collar, the bracelets, and the

chain; her body was drifting away. She fell asleep."

She closed the book as they practically attacked each other.

She was wet and slick and he was thick and hard. He felt as if he were falling into a scented well. She cried out half in pain and half in pleasure as he pounded against her cervix. Her climax caused him to climax so strongly that he cried out.

Sated, they lay back and rested until he could speak again. "What are you thinking about as you read that?"

"I'm almost ashamed to admit what I'm thinking", she said and, after a pause, continued, "I imagine that those thing are happening to me. I have always had dreams of being dominated but this describes things I've never even allowed myself to think about. It's like a dream out of control. I wouldn't really want a bunch of strangers doing those things to me but still, it excites me to imagine it. What are you thinking, how much of it you would like to do to me -- or have done to me?"

He didn't answer and she could see that he was reluctant to open up to her. She said, "I told you how I feel and it's only fair you tell me what you feel. I won't be shocked and we won't ask each other to do anything we don't want to do."

He finally answered, "Well, it's not what you probably think. You see, I tend to also be submissive and I'm imagining some of those things being done to me, either by you or by someone following your instructions."

They both lay quietly, thinking over what to say next. Finally, she said, "Well, we need to finish the book before we push each other toward anything. We have plenty of time to think about it as we finish reading."

They agreed they would alternate reading sections of the book to each other and let it play itself out as it would. They obviously were enjoying sex more than they had in months and they agreed they had uncovered facets of desire in each other neither had suspected existed.

Over the next few nights, they alternated in reading and usually literally attacked each other afterwards. It was hard to tell who was excited by what passages in the book as they both seemed to remain in an almost continual state of excitement.

When she read aloud the part of the book describing how O's behind was "made more accessible" by the use of shafts inserted into her, he slipped a hand between her legs and inserted a finger into her behind. She moaned and dropped the book as she wiggled around. After a few moments she told him to roll over onto his belly.

Without warning, she worked a finger into his behind. As he lay there, not moving, he said, "Now I don't know what excites me more: thinking of you being stretched or thinking of me being stretched. The problem is I'm afraid it makes me sound like a homosexual and I'm not. I don't desire a man to stretch me; I want you to do it. What does that make me?"

She wiggled the finger inside him and forced in another, as he moaned. She said, "I don't know what it makes you but I look forward to seeing your face as you are stretched. I guess we will just see how it plays out."

As they progressed through the part of the book where O was introduced to Sir Stephen, they began to discuss both the book and their own thoughts and desires. It became apparent they both were more submissive than dominant and that their love for each other was going to require both to play a role each was less comfortable with, in order to play the roles they most desired.

He was more afraid of her thinking him to be less than a man and she was more afraid that her desires might, if revealed, turn him off and make her less desirable to him. They talked about things neither had ever thought himself capable of discussing with the other.

By the time they reached the part of the book where O was branded and rings inserted into her labia, both knew they had embarked upon an adventure with no turning back. They were reading longer passages in the book but even skipped reading at all for two nights when they talked long into the night about what was happening to them.

Neither had mentioned Jim, the man who had given them the book, until she came home with the news that Jim had invited them to his house for a birthday party he was giving himself on a Saturday afternoon. Most of the people from her office were attending and Jim would be grilling steaks. He had asked if he would help do the cooking while she coordinated preparation of the salads and vegetables in the kitchen. They agreed to do so.

During the afternoon, Gerry found himself alone at the grill with Jim, who asked, "How did you enjoy the book I sent?" Gerry replied that they were enjoying it but still had a bit to finish. Jim told him to let him know when they had finished it so he could discuss it with them.

As the guests were leaving, Jim asked if they would stay and help him clean up and, of course they agreed. As they all worked in the kitchen, Jim broached the subject again. "I hope you are getting a kick out of my anniversary present. Some people would be ashamed to even read it all the way through. But, you see, my late wife and I enjoyed a really varied sex life and I sensed that you two would, too. I hope the book makes you think about all the possibilities for a happy and enjoyable sex life together."

Tammi turned bright red with embarrassment and Gerry stammered a bit as he replied, "We are enjoying it but there is one problem. I'm reluctant to discuss it with anyone except Tammi but we are having a little problem understanding why we both are turned on by the book but we both seem to prefer the submissive role. It really is causing us to have trouble discussing it as we both are afraid of hurting the others' sensibilities."

Jim explained that he and his wife had not had that problem as she was submissive and he was dominant. But he also described how, during their first few months together, they had switched roles a few times, mostly so they could understand each others' limits. For example, his wife had spanked him with a belt twice so that he could understand that pain could excite, but also know how easy it was to go too far in inflicting it. He even blushed as he told how his wife had used a penis shaped vibrator on his anus so he could experience what it felt like when he penetrated her there.

Gerry then opened up more and told how he feared that such acts would mean he was homosexual. Jim broke in, "It's not WHAT you do that means you are homosexual, it's WHO you do it with."

Gerry said, "Maybe so, but I find myself wanting her to dominate me while she wants me to dominate her. I don't know how we both can do that."

"Well," said the older man, "you can take turns until you establish who does what. And, if you find you need outside help, I'm always available. But if you aren't comfortable with that, I have contacts in a couple of groups of people who could remain strangers while helping out. You two just switch off a few times to determine whether you can establish your own roles or whether you need outside help. Just call me if you do."

As they drove home, she asked, "Are we going to read tonight?"

"No, I think we ought to flip a coin as to our roles and experiment a bit. We should see just how much we are 'fixed' in our roles."

As they entered the house, he said, "You fix the coffeepot for morning and I will prepare the rest of the house for the night. I'll meet you in the living room."

She was waiting in the living room as he entered and said, "I'll flip a coin and heads means you are submissive and tails means I will be." as he flipped a coin. It came up heads.