[Bisexual Wife brings home college lover]
[Author's notes: Warning! This is an extramarital sex story. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
[This is the second chapter of "Ascent into Bondage". The story starts out as loving wives, turns towards group sex, then plunges into B&D. It was originally written in 1996.]
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I am laying in the afterglow of our morning ritual, Leigh having gently awoken me with her soft caresses, then the soft wetness of her mouth, first on my lips, to bring me close to consciousness, then sliding down to seek out my manhood, to bring me to ecstasy. In just a few moments, the fog lifts from me as the pulse of the strokes of her hands, while licking, teasing caresses of her mouth upon my member bring me to another proud erection. Leigh slides above me, entering herself with the pole she has just enlarged. She is already wet and throbbing. Must have been playing with herself while she waited for me to wake up, then gave up on waiting and decided to pounce. She is often like that, at least a couple of days per week. Leigh has never been good at waiting. She doesn't wait now. None of the slow, leisurely screwing that we savor in the evenings that we share our love. She strums her clit with her right hand as she twitches her hips, grinding into me. I never fail to enjoy looking up at her like this, with her proud breasts sailing into the dawn light, while her face goes through the contortions of pleasure. She has always taken my love, whenever she feels she needs it. She has rarely been reticent about sharing herself with me, in any way I have ever asked her to, completely without any reservations at all since our honeymoon. But in the mornings, she often wakes up horny. She tries to let me sleep peacefully as long as she can stand to, because she knows how very much sleep means to me, but she cannot exercise enough self restraint to stop touching herself, and eventually me until, like now, she is on top, riding my hard cock through what is often one or more mutual orgasms. Well, I think to myself, one has to put up with these things.
Over our morning coffee, Leigh begs for a favor she has requested for weeks. She feels disconnected, here in this big house out in LA, far from her own family and friends. She has a friend, a sorority sister, Lisa, who has come out to Colorado to take a masters degree in womens studies. "It's only an afternoon flight for her, not all day like going back east. One week she's here you'll be back east, so you won't even know she's here. I've checked the budget, and we can sponsor this starving student for a round trip ticket. Besides, Lisa is going through a real crisis right now, and she needs us.
I quickly quip "I didn't realize a major in women's studies had any use for a man."
Leigh quixotically replies "That may just be her problem."
I tell Leigh "Honey, you know I would do anything for you. I know you miss your old friends, and it has been hard making new ones. But you had better make damn sure she knows whose house this is, and that she is here on your request and our compassion for her as someone we care about who is having a tough time. I won't put up with her lecturing me about her Feminazi ideals in my own house."
Back when Leigh and I are first dating, Lisa had taken several of the times that Leigh arranged for us to get to know one another as an invitation to 'convert' a male pig into a feminist follower. In a coffee shop frequented by the university crowd, she had proudly proclaimed that all erotic materials are pornography, designed to degrade women, and that all contact with a penis is either a woman voluntarily degrading herself, or rape. When I asked her what she thinks of our vibrant fantasy and sex life, she says "I hope you don't force yourself upon her". I am outraged, and Leigh had to find her own way back to her own apartment that night, because I stormed out while the two of them heatedly argued. By the time Leigh figured out I wasn't coming back, I had already buried myself in my work. It took us two days to sort out the hurt feelings and re-establish our normal communication. So I had reason to be bitter about Lisa.
Leigh says "Part of the problem for her is that she has discovered that the whole line she swallowed, hook, line, and sinker, just isn't true. At heart, she's not a man hater. She has never been raped. She doesn't have the deep hatred that years of abuse can produce. But right now, she's deeply confused, even lost. I doubt she will be in the mood to preach about anything. But I will make it absolutely clear to her, that you are the man of this house, and I am it's woman, and neither one of us is going to put up with her doing or saying anything that will hurt the other. If she can't live up to those ground rules, she can't come."
I immediately tell her that I will be immensely interested in meeting a civil Lisa. Anyone that means as much as Lisa does to Leigh, must have a lot of good qualities, if she will just let them show. Leigh says "I promise you, you'll be happy Lisa came to see us. I'm going to tell her everything we just talked about." So later that day, after getting Lisa to agree to our conditions, Leigh bought and sent Lisa the tickets.
I hate D.C. in the wintertime. I am in a medium class hotel in Silver Springs, and the rental car is practically useless in the snow, so I have to walk to the Metro and use it instead. Couple that with being away from my wife for a week, especially when her phone calls are as much about what she and Lisa are doing as anything else, and I am not a happy camper. The two short episodes of phone sex we share are enough to take the edge off, but not enough to slow my growing hunger for Leigh. If I had listened better, I would have had a better idea of what was coming. Leigh is trying to give me all the essential information I need to deal with Lisa when I get back. Her phone sex fantasies revolved around Marie, and what we had done with her during our honeymoon. Leigh is very graphic, in describing how hot she got, hearing every word pour out of Marie as she watched the two of us fuck, how exciting it is for her to taste not only a woman again, but a woman who had her man's seed all mixed in with her juices. She lingers on the day that we spent alone with Marie, a threesome that seems as natural as breathing at the time. We still keep in touch with David and Marie, they even want to get together on our anniversary to celebrate our year of being married, together. In a strange way, since we were married on the same day, it seems like the four of us are married together in a foursome. Don't ask me to explain that, it's just the way we feel.
When I step out of the terminal at LAX, the relative warmth is comforting, and the absence of white stuff on the ground quite pleasant. As Leigh comes around in our LeBaron convertible, I flag her down. She has left Lisa back at the house, she tells me, as I swing my bags into the trunk and close it. "I didn't realize how tough a time she is going through.", Leigh says, after the welcoming hugs and kisses are interrupted by the blare of horns from anxious travelers.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask.
"She has a professor, real ardent feminist, from the direct confrontation school. Has them go to the strip clubs, adult bookstores, and harangue the women that work there, try to get them to convert to feminism. She has another professor who is really into Camille Paglia, about how the true feminist is the whore, because she can take precious resources from men at will, satisfying her own pleasures, worship of erotica and the penis, a woman sexually unfulfilled being only the shadow of her true self, and all that."
I think I see what is coming, "So she had a crisis of values, a clash of feminist philosophies?"
