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Click hereIt was very clear to me my option choice of lover must be a man fitted to my husband's comfort zone. Some man pretty much conventional in appearance and manner, stable in life and hobbies, trust worthy and reliable in business and social intercourse. Some man with class and education, who posed the very least or none at all risk of adverse consequences to us. His physical attraction mostly left to my antennae. The very kind of man most fitted to MY comfort zone! A win-win situation tailor made for us.
I then wondered if there existed any other married couple who ever considered, and did, what I wanted to do for Jamie and for us. Open marriage, swinging couples, and the ever ubiquitous cheating wife didn't even come close to what Jamie and I had discovered and found so rewarding. Kinky sex it might be, but it was perfectly right for us. It thrilled us and did not damage us.
I compared our kink and next step to a well heeled couple wanting to buy vacation property. The husband required it be near water - sea, lake, river, babbling brook, so long as water was nearby. He also required ready access, standard utilities, low taxes and clear title. Other than that, he turned all fantasy development over to his wife. Log cabin, stone cottage, fire place or cast iron stove, the wife was given carte blanche. And she agreed totally with his requirements, and was deliriously happy with freedom to design a refuge where she and her husband would seek respite from daily grind and know only carefree indulgence. And in that freedom of choice was a driving loving need to make every detail of her chosen architecture a source of pleasure for her husband to enjoy each and every visit. A beautiful comparison, most descriptive of our next step, fitting and inspiring. I returned to our table, and on the way was surprised to see an empty stool where my lover had been.
"What happened to my rehearsal lover?" I said, when I sat next to Jamie, my thigh snug to his.
"I should know? Maybe he went home to his wife."
"Wife is good. A married man is best. Responsible. Safety conscious."
"I saw you speak to him."
"I needed directions to the rest rooms. He complimented my choice of dress."
"I saw your sexy ass smile back at him as you walked on."
"Pure reflex."
"Are your panties in your purse?"
I laughed. "No. Not this time. He will remove my panties himself, the last act, the final scene."
"And then the curtain falls to wild applause."
"The curtain falls, but all the wild applause will be entirely in you. No one else will see or know. You are the producer Angel, my lover and I are only serious actors in roles performed exclusively for you. I will fuck him with open joy, and he will fuck me with full desire, but all will be for you. Only you will be there to praise me. And love me."
Jamie stared into my eyes, into my soul, serene with knowledge of me, well adapted to his capacity to be enflamed with erotic excitement by my sharing my sexuality with him. filled with love for me.
"Let's go home."
"I'm ready. Tomorrow is a work day."
We drove home mostly in silence, both of our minds churning with the over powering effects of our next step rehearsal. So much was laid out and put in proper place. So much was established. So ravishing was the excitement of possibility within our reach. My husband was with me. But I knew he would need more time to solidify the courage to say, with no reservations, "Yes. Let's do this. I want it to happen."
We undressed in our bedroom. We gazed on beautiful nakedness with heightened lust of rehearsal effect twanging our viscera. "Have a seat there." I said, pointing to one of two comfortable chairs. He sat. I took a pillow from the bed and put it on the carpet between his feet. I knelt on the pillow.
"I kneel to you my husband. Filled with more love than any wife ever had for a husband. My love is all for you and only for you. I adore you. I worship you."
I slipped the O ring of my lips over his cock head and sucked. The spongy firm became instant steel hard. But the coat of skin still silky soft. The musky smell of man groin wafted up and I breathed it in. The divine aroma and taste of his cock in my mouth. Pure sex and pure sexual communion. My lips progressing down, his cock head flare progressing to my throat. My husband, my God. I dissolved to pure giving. Loving him. Pleasuring him. Exulting in his helpless moans and jerks. His cock head swelled to climax tightness and his cum shot into my mouth, thick and viscous, and I drank the nectar from him.
"You are my husband. My God. I adore and worship you."
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoIt damn sure didn't make me proud of my wife and it took 2 weeks for me to let her sleep with me again.
Onethirdabout 3 years agoThe only drawback in such a build up is if the culmination isn’t as great as the expectation. And the expectation is extremely high. Years of foreplay mustn’t be followed up by slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Of course, in fiction this won’t be a problem, but in real life it is.
honey_licker1124over 10 years agoon previous installments. I very much enjoy reading this story. It is intriguing. Yes, she may be manipulative, and lying, and deceitful, but that is what we expect.
On the suggestion that it go faster, a wall is built one brick at a time. Let it play out. Apparently you already know the ending since you told us there are 14 chapters.
As I see it, this story will end with a whole bunch things playing out. On one end, Jamie is excited and delighted that his wife has become a Ph.D. slut. He will get off on it. On the other end, we see the wife lying on the floor, dead with a bullet in her brain or heart, with Jamie standing over her holding the pistol. It will be interesting to see where it will lead.
starmanfiveover 10 years agoThe author is a gifted author! Thanks for the story. The mental calculus is mind boggling. It is true that the wife is in the driver's seat on this debate. She is pushing lovingly but hard for his acceptance. I think no other rhetoric will be convincing after eight chapter of reluctance. A 'Hail Mary' type of play where the Hubby goes first into the more open marriage seems to be in order. His re-education would progress leaps and bounds if he could see how innocuous sex outside the marriage is! [at least in their case] But it is your story and you should continue it as you see fit. Thank you for the effort.
Anonymousover 10 years agoYour character of Jamie is Shahryār, he loves you dearly. You will get him to the point where he needs to be; then, this story explodes! I'm sure you won't be beheaded! Keep up the writing, it is brilliant.
svg1over 10 years agoThis is still a rather riveting story. I look forward to it every day. It's now reading almost like a case study of masterful manipulation and subtle lies. It will be interesting to see how an accomplished accountant, one who's career depends on attention to detail, will eventually deal with it. He may just like the ride his wife is taking him on, claiming that she wants to get fucked so that he can have the thrills vicariously, he may be getting a kick out of letting her think he's being manipulated. On the surface, it looks like she's pulling a fast one. Permission to fuck on the side while giving hubby the impression that it's his idea, but we haven't seen much of what's really going on in his head.
1LuckyRobover 10 years agoI agree with Lesleyann. For those who don't like the way this story is going, move on. My wife is reading it with me now and we both love it and think it is a wonderful story very close to reality. Can't wait for the next chapter now!!!
TornadoTysover 10 years agoI agree with a previous comment on the wife has lied in ch.5. In that her husband asked her did she want to sleep with another man, she said no.
All the wife is doing it trying to nurture a yes vote from her husband by manipulating his concience, sexual liberation, love for his wife, with the seed of sexual high. When the actual reason for her clandestine charade towards her husband to fuck another man.
The story has followed this train of thought for 8 chapters.
So lets have the husband suggest he takes a lover to help boarded, expand, deeped his sexual experiences and knowledge !
Anonymousover 10 years agoput the husband in the game her on the sideline see if she still wants to play
Anonymousover 10 years agoSondra has already lied once (Ch 5). Jamie asked if she wanted to fuck another man and she said no, even when she had admitted to herself that she did. This undermines the rosy rhetoric and hyperbole that she uses to describe her relationship. The lie means she's outside of the relationship, sees it and Jamie as a means to her own ends.
Then, the second 'lie' is to herself and jamie, that she's doing all this for him. It's all in the story. First, she wants something for herself, then she has to convince Jamie that he wants it when he says he doesn't, and then she justifies everything to herself by believing (in contradiction to what Jamie says) that she's doing it for him, the love of her life. It's all there in the story. The author's choices. The choices made in a good story are internally consistent. This defines the story's internal reality.
Another author choice is the way in which Sondra describes everything in her otherwise bland life in superlatives. All the soul-gazing. This is a story about and from a woman's point of view. Given the descriptive discrepancy between the ordinary life and the superlatives with which Sondra describes everything (it's like taking a walk in a town park and treat it as if it's an accomplishment like climbing Mt Everest), the hyperbole must be telling the reader how Sondra's mind works, it's the world as she wants to see it.
Add up the small lies, the glorious world-view, and we have a study in self-deception.
Pretty good, with this reading.
But does the story end with her still in the state of self-deceit (boring), or does the self-deceit intrude into the story?
