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      Conflicting thoughts raged through Beth'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. Beth 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 Chris, 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 Beth'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...

Chris 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. Chris'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. Chris 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 Beth 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 Chris, a successful CEO and indefatigable dealmaker were the huge logistical challenges that would have to be overcome if he chose to transform his vision from wild sexual reverie to reality.

Chris'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. Beth was modest and proper and would certainly resist a sordid meeting of the type that Chris 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 Chris'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 Beth to back out. Thus, the chances for a wild night of pleasure with this total stranger were slim. Faced with a seemingly insurmountable challenge, Chris worked scenarios over in his mind countless times calculating a way to make it happen. After a long winter and spring of private fantasy, Chris 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 Cole, was spending his last summer at the club to earn money before he would be leaving for the East Coast to pursue an MBA. Cole 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.

Cole, too, was upset by the breakup and told Chris that he would be leaving for the East Coast in a few days. Feeling that it was "now or never", Chris offered to meet the youth at a bar so that Cole could tell him his girl troubles. It was over drinks and after a long discussion about Cole's girlfriend that Chris told his little "white lie."

He confided to Cole 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 Chris or Beth. The clear implication, however, was that this was causing a strain on their marriage. If Cole could somehow find his way past any embarrassment, Chris would surely appreciate his help...

That Saturday night, soon after their four-year-old daughter had been picked up to spend the night at a playmate's house, Beth was talking on the phone to her friend Jen, trying to end a conversation with her talkative exercise partner. Beth and Jen would run most weekdays along their five-mile route, and Jen would usually do most of the talking, always at great length.

Beth would more than occasionally find herself tuning Jen out, thinking instead about a previous night of lovemaking with Chris, 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 Beth's proper, modest persona lurked a horny and willing slut!

Chris 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. Beth squirmed in mock resistance, enjoying the turn-on and grateful for the interruption.

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

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

"I know that look of yours Chris! 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 Chris 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.

When Cole 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, Cole'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," Chris spoke confidentially into Cole's ear. While this was an outright lie, it seemed to Chris 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 Chris 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 Beth might react to being thrust into this rather extreme situation. Now that his fantasy was becoming reality, Chris was beginning to realize how much trouble he would find himself in if this did not go well.

Deciding that he dare not speak, Cole instead removed his shirt to reveal his sleek, yet muscular physique. As Chris'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 Cole 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...

Chris watched from the chair, trying not to become overly aroused too soon. He hoped that he could maintain his composure so that when Cole was finished with Beth, 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 Cole had arrived, Chris 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 Cole 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 Chris more than a bit over-stimulated. Calling Cole from the hotel while Beth 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 Chris 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. Beth seemed a bit worried, but before any words could get in the way, Chris 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 Beth would think that this foreplay was to ready her for himself. Eventually they heard a quiet knocking at the door which caused Beth to flinch. She was more that a bit surprised when Chris 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.

Cole'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 Beth, (nor Chris 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. Beth, 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 Chris 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!

As Cole hovered over her with his fully rigid cock and stared into her eyes for a clue to her mindset, she began to wriggle, struggling seductively against the resistance of her silk bindings. She flexed the muscles of her lithe body and stared back provocatively into Cole's eyes as if to say, "Fuck me!"

Beth delightedly tuned in to the pure perfection of her situation, turned-on by the realization that she was about to be screwed by this magnificent black male right under her husband's nose. She was certainly not going to hold back for Chris's benefit. Chris wanted a show, and a show was what he was going to get! He would now pay for his audacity by bearing witness to the extreme, unrestrained pleasure she planned to enjoy with this outrageous stud in the role of an irrelevant bystander.

Cole also seemed to lose any inhibition he might have previously harbored. He pounced upon her, kissing her firm stomach, licking her sensitive nipples and her throat, and finally gathering and pulling her gown up to her chin. His strong arms and large hands worked their way beneath her bare body, past the small of her back, and down to her firm, petite butt before lifting her ass cheeks to spread her wide open from below.

She was full of anticipation as she felt his large pole begin to gingerly contact her moist labia. The head of Cole's massive cock probed imploringly at the outer banks of her womanhood, poking shallowly into her slippery cunt lips as if to discover the proper route into her depths. "Mmmmm," a flirtatious and encouraging moan quietly escaped Beth's nostrils.

When his rod had found the path into her well-primed canal, he lingered enticingly at the periphery of her impatient cunt, enjoying the anticipation of what would happen next. Her moaning became playful and sexy, imploring him to put his cock further into her. In an instant he penetrated her, the massive width of his rock-hard dick stretching the entrance to her vagina in unfamiliar ways. A sense of intrusion and fullness began to overwhelm her suddenly too-small cunt.

She felt that she truly might not be able to contain his member within her as he pushed first tentatively and then slightly deeper into her, causing new excitement and providing a type of vaginal stimulation she had never experienced before. Almost out of curiosity, to see whether she could repel the advance of this huge cock within her, she tightened her pelvic muscles and attempted to squeeze herself closed. But because she was spread so wide, her maneuver actually served to massage Cole's thick rod in a way that invited further penetration.

As she bore down with her pelvic muscles, the walls of her slick vagina closed comfortably around his rigid cock, and when she let up on the gripping, he slowly slid yet further into her primed body. Her moaning became progressively more passionate as she coaxed her lover gradually deeper into her vulva. Instinctively she repeated her muscular contractions, and as he worked himself farther into her, their sex organs tuned themselves to each other. Beth found herself engaged in an entirely new and unfamiliar, yet intimate and passionate dialog; so natural it seemed "right."

The two lovers were now working together as a team; each partner's effort intensifying their own and each other's pleasure. As he pumped his massive, thick rod in and out of her creamy vagina, her feminine cistern sang back to him in a language of gripping contractions, and viscous, smooth muscle massage. Every cell in her body felt alive and tuned to this new, powerful frequency, and she desired only that this volcanic bliss should continue forever.

His grunts and heavy breathing in her ear played counterpoint to the wails of pleasure that escaped more from her nostrils than her muzzled mouth. She strained unsuccessfully, but now in earnest, at the silk scarves restraining her arms, desperate to grab hold of this man's buttocks to pull him further into her. Instinctively, Cole balanced and propped himself on his elbows and spread wide his powerful fingers rhythmically gripping and kneading her buttocks, drawing her more intimately around him.

The primitive portion of her brain commanded her legs, thighs, and her hostage gluteal muscles to intensify the coordinated vaginal massage of his powerfully hard and throbbing penis. His powerful, confident thrusts were matched perfectly by the engulfing, almost smothering contractions of her hot and viscous vagina.

After an interval that seemed prolonged and yet fleeting, the drama between the two lovers began to near its apogee. Sensing the inevitable, Cole plunged even deeper into her nurturing warmth as the two lovers simultaneously succumbed to massive orgasms. His penis began to spasm powerfully within her as he climaxed, releasing his prodigious load safely within her and within his condom.

In response, she screamed out partially muffled wails of profound ecstasy as her vagina contracted in intense orgasm, releasing her own magnificent flood of sticky wetness. As her nervous system finally overloaded, her body began to tremble uncontrollably and her vocalizations trailed off into a mix of grateful sobbing and tears, as she entered a world beyond critical thought, beyond all concerns...

Chris watched as Beth writhed beneath Cole in pure ecstasy, evidently enjoying sex more intensely with the young man than she had ever experienced it before. He feared that at any moment he might himself ejaculate even though he had long since stopped touching himself. He watched his wife leave him for a new place that, ironically, he tried not to imagine too vividly lest he cum prematurely.

Beth was always a quiet lover and her demonstrative moaning and spasms simultaneously titillated him and tormented him, as her pleasure painfully drove home to him that he was on the outside looking in at the ecstasy she was experiencing just a few feet away from him. His carefully crafted plans had been realized and had come to fruition. Yet his mental state was a confused mixture of anguish, erotic stimulation, jealousy, envy, desire, pride, and overflowing love for his wife.

Cole was endowed and capable beyond all expectations, and clearly his sexy wife was enjoying the encounter with the black man well beyond any of his previous fantasies. The chemistry between Beth and Cole seemed so powerful and animalistic that Chris questioned whether he could ever again satisfy his desirable wife.

Beth's moaning, despite her gag, had become so loud and intense that he began to worry that a concerned citizen might call the authorities to intervene. Finally, when the rhythm of Beth and Cole's shared rapture slowed and then finally abated, Chris realized that, indeed, all his goals had been reached, down to the detail of his maintaining his erection without ejaculation.

Cole slowly extricated himself from Beth, climbed down from the man's wife and quickly dressed himself. Chris quietly thanked Cole and then escorted him to the door so that he could be alone with his wife. Chris returned to her and nervously began to remove the wet handkerchief from her face.

The moment was approaching when he would discover whether his wife would throttle him for his audacity or accept the gift he had given her. Her body felt warm, limp and soggy as he put his arms around her and held her close. Although she was completely spent, her breathing was still quick. To his great relief, she was weakly laughing, almost chuckling, as she whispered to him, "That was great!" and sloppily kissed his mouth.

He untied her scarves from the bedposts, leaving them still around her wrists and ankles. As he lied down beside her, she summoned the energy to roll over half- upon him and kissed him sweetly. "Touch me," she murmured into his ear.

Feeling a great psychological relief at her acceptance of him, he began to touch her clit gently as he had so many times in the past. The idea that she now felt somehow different, somehow foreign to him registered in his mind. He became highly aroused as she closed her delicate hand around his penis. He gently pulled away and Beth knew that he wished to wait for her to cum again.

She kissed him tenderly and wetly on his mouth as he gently touched her still engorged and slippery clitoris. She became aroused again as she wordlessly directed her husband's ministrations with her facile tongue. The delicate and intricate nuances of her wet kisses playing over Chris's lips told his fingers exactly how to please her.

All of the previous excitement with Cole, as well as the comforting closeness, compliant clitoral stimulation and now consummated kissing soon overwhelmed her. She buckled and stiffened her abdominal muscles, moaning softly and privately, as she came in what could only be described as an aftershock to the previous earthquake.

Sleepily, she put her heels closer together and threw open her thighs in invitation, exposing her swollen wet cunt to allow him to enter her. He wasted no time mounting her moist and relaxed body. His stiff, unprotected cock was able to penetrate her very wet, loose, and highly lubricated labia with an almost unnatural effortlessness.

He plunged fully into her and experienced a vague feeling, unsettling yet exciting, that he was fucking a woman other than his wife. As he kissed her, he played only but a dozen strokes in her seemingly cavernous, hot, wet and creamy vagina before releasing within her, his enormous hot load; the product of all of his love and prolonged stimulation. They stirred from sleep together some hours later, murmuring and kissing as they renewed their commitment to one another.

For many nights their shared experience of that special night fueled hot, passionate sessions of lovemaking. While both Chris and Beth felt that they were close to each other, they never talked too explicitly of that evening's events. Once or twice Chris had tried to find out from Beth just "how good?" Cole had been, but Beth would only say that the night had been "very special" and that she had "enjoyed to closeness of both men in different ways."

Chris had left it at that, somewhat unsettled but happy that he had been able to provide such an exciting experience for his wife. Indeed, that night at the hotel had come about because of Chris's intuition and initiative, proof that he would indeed do anything to bring his wife pleasure. It had truly been an exceptional experience; one that he felt would be unwise to repeat.

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