A Good Husband

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The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sex between adults. It is intended for adults only.

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Chapter 1

Conflicting thoughts raged through Janine's mind as adrenaline surged through her body. Feelings of humiliation, outrage and fear mingled with sensations of titillation, sexual arousal and wide-eyed exhilaration. Janine was becoming increasingly lost in the excitement of the moment. Her arms and legs were tethered to the iron frame of the hotel bed by long silken scarves. The silk ends of the cloth danced gracefully about her delicate wrists in response to her struggles against them. The ever-quickening sound of air rushing through her nostrils filled her ears as accompaniment to the increased pounding of her heart. The delicate silk filigree trim of the elegant nightgown that she was wearing, her husband's gift to her on "this special night," caressed her silky flat stomach as it rode up just past her soft pubic hair. Her glistening genitals were now fully exposed to the attractive, young, black stranger whose open, wet mouth was within inches of her sensitive vulva. As the handsome man's tongue lightly brushed against her swelling clit for the first time, awareness of her surroundings finally began to fade completely, as intense pleasure crowded out her remaining rational thoughts. That she should feel safe was important to her, and the presence of her husband watching comfortably from a nearby chair, ultimately provided that sense of safety. Now, as sexual excitement overcame all inhibition, she was only vaguely aware of Roger, as the primitive part of her mind tuned in to the sensation of being totally under the control of this exciting lover.

The black man's face was close-shaven and his kind eyes were dark and beautiful. His scent was fresh and spicy. As lust overcame her, she yearned to run her hands through his hair and to knead the back of his neck, to let him know just how she would like him to service her. Under the circumstances, the best she could manage was to thrust out her pelvis to him, subtly encouraging more contact. Her lover intuitively responded to her gesture by flexing his tongue engagingly against her clit. Conveyed by the adrenaline already in her system, his tonguing caused intense pleasure to jolt through her. Instantaneously, an extraordinary creamy wetness flooded her vagina. As he glided his tongue gently along the sensitive surface of her exposed womanhood, she alternately sensed the warmth of his breath and the coolness of the room's air against the damp hairs of her vulva as he breathed the fragrant aroma of her intimacy, his face buried in her bush. Panic washed over her as she suddenly realized that she would soon be to the point of 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 utterances now 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 understanding Janine's supplications, her sinewy black lover pulled his face from between her legs, just before she might orgasm. Purposefully he began to remove his briefs, leaving her hot and creamy vulva simmering beneath a layer of moist, cool pubic hair, in desperate anticipation of further pleasures...

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Roger had seen the black man at his health club. The youth, who worked as a club lifeguard over the last several summers, would shower and shave with all of the regular members of the Executive's Club. While many of the members of the "Club" were in very good physical condition, it would never have occurred to him 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. Roger's competitive nature did not lend itself to fantasies of his executive cohorts pleasuring his wife. He had a wonderfully close partnership with his wife and their evenings were frequently filled with loving and often daring sexual relations. There was not a sense that anything was missing.

Yet one day, as he saw the tall, well-built lifeguard's limber muscles ripple as he pulled a towel across his powerful 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 imagined what would drive her wild. In his mind he held a vivid image of his shy wife in the throes of ecstasy as she was being ravaged by the black youth, as if by an exotic and powerful beast.

That he and his wife were faithful to one another was not even a question in his mind. During their many years of lovemaking they had experimented with videos, pictures and story magazines. Roger enjoyed the excitement of corrupting his shy and proper wife with exposure to this material. While they would watch or read, he loved to touch her vulva, to feel how hot and wet Janine would get from "slut wife" scenarios, from lesbian scenes or from any number of naughty sex scenes.

While they had often enjoyed the excitement of these stimulating fantasies, there had always been an unspoken understanding between them that they wouldn't actually involve an outside person in their sex life. But 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. As embarrassing or surprising to him as it might seem, it couldn't be denied that his wife seemed to get particularly turned-on by scenarios that depicted black men getting it on with white men's wives, making cuckolds of their husbands. Also attractive to Roger, a successful CEO and indefatigable dealmaker, were the huge logistical challenges that would have to be overcome if he choose to transform his vision from wild sexual reverie to reality.

Roger's wife was socially active and well regarded in her community. She was active in local charitable causes and had a reputation for being helpful to her friends and others in need. Janine was modest and proper and would certainly resist a sordid meeting of the type that Roger was imagining. If they jointly discussed plans for such a meeting, it would simply never happen. For this fantasy evening to materialize, it would have to happen on Roger's initiative. He would have no backup plan if the youth was not interested, or if after things progressed to a late stage, he allowed Janine to back out. Thus, the chances for a wild night of pleasure with this total stranger were slim. Faced with a seemingly insurmountable challenge, Roger worked scenarios over in his mind countless times calculating a way to make it happen. After a long winter and spring of private fantasy, Roger happened to be at the club one afternoon as the lifeguard was coming off-duty.

"Hello young man. It's been a long time since I've seen you here. Have you been 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 to attend a prestigious graduate school.

Daryll, too, was upset by the breakup and told Roger that he would be leaving for the East Coast in a few days. Feeling that it was "now or never", Roger offered to meet the youth 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 Roger told his little "white lie." He confided to Daryll that he had "girl troubles" of his own -- that his wife had never been able to have a vaginal orgasm. While the latter statement was strictly true, the truth was that this had never mattered to either Roger or Janine. The clear implication, however, 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...

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That Saturday night, soon after their four-year-old daughter had been picked up to spend the night at a playmate's house, Janine was talking on the phone to her friend Samantha, trying to end a conversation with her talkative exercise partner. Janine and Samantha would run most weekdays along their five mile route, and Samantha would usually do most of the talking, always at great length. Janine would more than occasionally find herself tuning Samantha out, thinking instead about a previous night of love-making with Roger, or indulging in sexual fantasies. Often she would imagine steamy sex, in creative positions, with her well-built Yoga teacher. After a particularly appealing fantasy, she would often return to reality, questioning her resolve to resist such a situation, should it arise, consciously realizing the absurdity of her concern. Buried beneath Janine's proper, modest persona lurked a horny and willing slut!

Roger came up behind his wife while she was talking and snuggled her from behind. He began to rub her tummy and breasts in the provocative manner that usually got him what he wanted. Janine squirmed in mock resistance, enjoying the turn-on and grateful for the interruption.

"Mmm, I've got to go Samantha, my child needs me," Janine said before abruptly hanging up with her friend. "Thanks, Roger sweetie!"

"I have a surprise for you sweetheart! Are you ready for something different tonight?"

"I know that look of yours Roger! Have you picked up one of those movies for us again?"

"No I haven't, I have something even better planned. This is going to require an open mind. Will you trust me?"

"Should I...?"

A short time later, they arrived at an exclusive local hotel that Roger had scoped out, but that neither of them had ever visited before. Their room had been reserved and ready for them before they reached the front desk.

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When Daryll stepped into the luxury hotel room, he was quite unprepared for the scene before him. Bound to the posts of the antique bed, legs wide apart, a handkerchief tied over her mouth, and wearing nothing but a slinky and inviting nightgown, was a petite, well-groomed, and ravishingly beautiful white woman. She was luxuriously propped up with pillows so that she was comfortably supported in a semi-reclining position near the foot of the bed, with her knees bent and her legs spread. Her thin, shapely legs appeared smooth and silky. Her taught belly, small breasts and large, sumptuous nipples were clearly visible through the ultra-sheer material of her gown.

Her eyes widened to saucer-shape as he approached, and her sounds of panic, while muffled and unintelligible, were quite unmistakable. Her supple, wavy, light-brown hair flowed luxuriously across her shoulders and chest as she began to struggle against the silk restraints. As she struggled, the delicately defined muscles of her fit arms, legs, and torso flexed with the precision and strength of one who practices Yoga diligently. In response, Daryll's cock involuntarily stiffened. His next conscious thought, however, was that he was headed for trouble and that he must leave immediately. Before he could move away, the captive woman's robe-clad husband reassuringly put his hand on the young man's shoulder and prodded him a bit closer to his wife and the bed.

"This little ritual is all part of how my wife works herself up to excitement," Roger spoke confidentially into Daryll's ear. While this was an outright lie, it seemed to Roger 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 there in the chair." As Roger retreated to a close vantage point, he felt misgivings -- some possessiveness, and possibly a bit of jealousy. He also now worried, more than a bit too late, how Janine might react to being thrust into this rather extreme situation. Now that his fantasy was becoming reality, Roger was beginning to realize how much trouble he would find himself in if this did not go well.

Deciding that he dare not speak, Daryll instead 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, mesmerized, as the young black man's chest muscles and abdomen gracefully strained and relaxed as he removed his socks. All 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.

As Daryll advanced towards her, she 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 with the effect that she was wiggling her breasts and hips in a slow and undulating pattern. Her eyelids began to close and flicker lightly and rapidly.

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, silently asking her if she would like him to remove the gag. 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 with it on the stranger could not kiss her mouth. Still, his offer made her feel that she could somehow trust him. He sat down high on the bed and bent to get close to 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 large, cool hands 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 involuntarily rolled her head back gracefully to encourage his lips to 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 betrayed her pleasure. As he gently breathed into and tongued the opening of her ear, he rubbed her taught belly and then began to clench at her gown, gradually hiking up the material so that it no longer covered her crotch fully. Because of the manner in which her legs were tethered to the bed, her cunt was now 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 Janine, he too would be able to make love to her. This was proving to be quite a challenge. He watched the 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 nightie, 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 thighs securely and comfortably to the room's elegant wrought-iron bed frame with the knowledge that he was readying his wife for another man, 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 departure from their occasional light-bondage fantasy routine. Janine seemed a bit worried, but before any words could get in the way, Roger fastened the cloth over her mouth, across her cheeks and behind her head. He primped her in her nightgown and gently stroked her silky brown hair with her favorite brush until it practically radiated energy. He took a comb from the suitcase and began to gently stroke her soft pubic hair. He correctly assumed that Janine would think that this foreplay was to ready her for himself. Eventually they heard a quiet knocking at the door which caused Janine to flinch. She was more that a bit surprised when Roger gave her a peck on the cheek and got up to answer the door. In that instant she knew that the rules had radically 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 readied himself for her and 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 overflowed with a lubricating wetness. Janine, bound and captive, felt palpably that she was now prey snared by a ravenous predator. She had a sense, on a visceral level, of the inevitable and her body now reflexively primed itself for the onslaught of his huge sex organ. As the implications of the shocking length and incredible thickness of his prick began to consciously register in her mind, her intense, primal craving to have him deep within her paradoxically woke 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 marriage. She became outraged that Roger had put her into this position. But in the next instant it came to her that this had all been her husband's doing! In that moment she realized that she could actually come out of the situation with perhaps the greatest fuck of her life AND the moral superiority of having done this at the behest of her husband. This was a "no-lose" situation!