Thank you to my readers. This is the first chapter to a new series. I thought it would be fun to open this up and welcome suggestions for Sam and Danielle's next adventures. Please feel free to email scenarios you'd like to see as they take their mutual submission to next (unlimited) levels.
I also welcome your positive constructive feedback. Fair warning, please do not read or leave negative feedback if you do not enjoy stories involving mutually consenting open marriages or submission. The nature of most of the stories on this website are fantasy for entertainment. They are enjoyed most with suspension of disbelief. Enjoy!
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"Damn, she's hot," I said to myself as I watched Danielle walk through the softly lit elegant French restaurant toward me. She sauntered to our mostly private back table with her usual sexy confidence. She wore a low-cut semi-transparent red cocktail dress that accentuated her gorgeous 5'8" frame, ample cleavage and her long fit legs. She relished that her dress left just enough to the imagination to make her irresistible for heads to turn. Danielle's brunette shoulder-length hair, high cheek bones, radiant smile and olive skin set off her transparent blue eyes; her four-inch matching red heels flaunted her tight round ass. I was not surprised to see other male and female patrons stealing lustful glances at her stunning beauty. I had grown used to it.
Danielle and I met six years before, during our last year of college. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other from the moment we met at the campus gym. We flirted all afternoon before she brazenly seduced me into one of the private showers in the men's locker room. That moment set the daring playful tone for our relationship. I also learned her strong personality and competitive nature meant there was nothing she wouldn't do if she set her mind to it. Days later we moved in together. We often spent entire weekends naked and sequestered in our apartment, fueling our shared insatiable lust.
Danielle's body was a dream. Her large round 36D tits were unusually firm in a way that aimed her dark thick nipples up as if begging for attention. She had muscular abs; her long fit legs led to her perfect small round ass. We were both athletes, competitive in most everything we did.
We got married right out of college, and both began fast climbs up the ladders of our lucrative careers. Over the last five years, the demands of our jobs and settled routine drained the spontaneity out of our marriage.
Despite her exquisite loveliness, I wondered what had happened to the stirring I used to feel deep in my loins at the sight of her. If she was someone I didn't know, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off of her. I never used to. As they say, familiarity breeds contempt. We recently began these occasional after-work Friday dinner dates as a feeble attempt to reignite the spark to our fading marriage. Unfortunately the frequent empty silences while eating did more to further dampen any embers than to fan any flame.
"You look hot," I flattered objectively as she arrived at the table.
"I know," she answered with wry smile as she sat down. The gaping dress exposed her large firm unhindered tits beneath the thin fabric as she leaned forward to give me a obligatory peck. She picked up the martini I had ordered before she arrived and poured it down her parched throat. "Everyone at work seemed to think so," she jabbed with a tone of sarcasm.
I could just imagine the number of men who enjoyed the visions of her intentional flirtatious flashing all day. Danielle knew what she had and how to use it to competitive advantage at work. Even though she was middle management, she enjoyed pushing the boundaries of corporate dress code. She had climbed the ranks quickly through her intelligence, competency and strategic flirtation. Despite the number of times men hit on her, she had never crossed the line of full-blown infidelity. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy frequent opportunities for strategic exposure and flirtation. I had no doubt that plenty of cum had been spilled in the employee bathrooms through imaginative fantasies she inspired. It was ironic considering how mundane our sex life had become.
"Welcome, Mademoiselle," the waiter Armando interrupted. "Another drink?" he asked, without missing a beat.
"Keep em coming," Danielle answered, enjoying the sight and accent of the attractive server. "We're just getting this party started, right Sam?" continuing her sarcasm with a wink at me.
An hour later, we had both finished our dinners and half dozen martinis. The time was marked mostly by familiar deafening silence with brief interruptions of meaningless small talk.
"So what happened to us?" Danielle blurted with the buzz of lowered inhibition. "You used to be enraptured by me."
"You used to make me want to," I shot back with inebriated honesty. The sting of my unintentional truthfulness led to more awkward silence.
"I can't do this," she announced, breaking the ice again. "Something needs to happen if this is going to work."
"Like what?" I asked sincerely.
"Something that will kick-start our marriage. I remember when we couldn't help being all over each other," she said. "I used to see and feel the lust in your eyes." The tone of her voice was more defeated. Her finger circled the edge of her empty martini glass. "I haven't felt you wanting me like that in years."
"Nothing like college days," I conceded. "All we did was play," I added, reminiscing about the carefree days. "We used to make crazy seduction a constant game."
"Gawd that was fun," she continued. "I miss that." Most of Danielle's seduction these days was limited to relentlessly teasing men at work who would never have a chance. She enjoyed the strokes that came from watching their helpless reactions to her seemingly innocent seductive postures, flashes, lingering touches or suggestive comments. She even enjoyed some playful banter with a couple attractive women in the office.
"We used to take risks and didn't care," I said.
"Remember the day we met and I followed you into the men's locker room showers?" she reminisced proudly with a cool smile. "I had never wanted a man like I wanted you."
"You did more than follow me in there," I said.
"You deserved it after relentlessly teasing me all afternoon in the gym. You were merciless. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done in that moment."
"Damn that was gutsy. How many women would follow a guy into the men's locker room and seduce them in a shower?" I answered with a broad smile. "I knew in that moment you were the one for me."
Danielle let out a deep moan with a smile. "When I know what I want, I do whatever it takes to get it."
"And what about the time you asked me to wear a mask and be a stripper at your friend Susie's bachelorette party?" I asked.
"Gawd you made them hot with your moves. I loved watching those women wanting you so badly, having no idea who you were. Where is that masked man now?" she asked longingly.
"Yeah, and you told me I would only strip down to my leather jock strap. I was blindsided when they snuck up from behind and yanked it off," I said.
"Who could blame them?" Danielle asked with a laugh. "What was a room of drunken horny women supposed to do when a tall handsome masked man with a body like yours torments them with a dance and striptease like you gave them?"
"I almost didn't make it out of there," I said.
"I almost didn't let you," she confessed with a broad smile. "Watching all those women gasp when they saw the size of your dick made me proud. Then when they all started to take their own clothes off, I realized the party got real. I knew you would make it a night they would never forget."
"Damn," I said. "They were all over me. I almost lost my load."
"I don't know how you didn't when they held you down and 'forced' Susie to deep throat you surrounded by all those naked women," Danielle reminisced, raising her fingers to make quotation marks in the air when she said 'forced.'
"Yeah, she was really 'forced' to take my entire dick down her throat like she did," I said sarcastically. "I was seconds away from spraying her like a hose."
"Then I got selfish," Danielle added with a smile. "Why let all these women fuck you, when I could get you home and have you all to myself all weekend."
"And you did," I complemented. "I was sore for a week."
"Not like I was that time you and Carl got in that argument about who was the most masculine."
"Ah yes," I smiled at the memory. "Carl's girlfriend Stacy suggested the true test of a man was who could pleasure their girl the most times over a weekend."
"The little slut set herself up nicely for a weekend of nonstop pleasure from Carl."
"As I recall, it worked out well for both of you," I added.