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Archive name: husband6.txt (Mdom/FM, swingers)
Authors name: Alcibade (Address Defunct)
Story title : Husband - Part 6

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HUSBAND (Part 6)
By Alcibade

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The introductions went smoothly, although I forgot the 
names of the men in the room as soon as Sensei spoke 
them (my Japanese is non-existent).

The Caucasian woman's name was Clare. She was married 
to one of the male guests; a Japanese "businessman" 
type that I've seen a hundred times, but can never 
distinguish between. The boy's name was Akira. Fifteen 
or sixteen years old, he was introduced as the son of 
the one male Japanese who stood out more than any of 
the others; a large, somewhat overweight, pug-nosed man 
(I immediately named him Bulldog) who seemed polite 
enough, but his conversation was tinged with just 
enough irony to make you wonder whether you've been 
insulted or not. There was a disdain in his mannerism 
toward Peter and me that I began to bristle at. And it 
seemed his son had inherited his disposition, as well 
as his physique.

We were offered a very soft Chablis and, after a bit of 
small-talk, were invited to the dining room.

Charles sat across from me, with Peter on my left, and 
the young boy, Akira, on my right. Sitting for the 
first time since our ride here, I noticed the dildo 
again; the discomfort was dissipating, though, and it 
was beginning to feel almost like it "belonged" in my 
ass.

I had expected sushi or sashimi or something, but the 
dinner was continental haute cuisine, and was simply 
marvelous. Sensei's wife and, I assumed, his daughter, 
served the meal. The conversation centered on a 
political discussion of Japanese\American trade 
relations that was as esoteric as it was boring. 
Everyone spoke English, with an occasional and brief 
lapse into Japanese. We finished with warm saki in cute 
little cups that went down very smoothly (much TOO 
smoothly, I think).

My initial nervousness was gradually being replaced 
with a warm glow and, I noticed, Peter seemed equally 
relaxed and at ease. Charles spoke only rarely during 
dinner, and would smile enigmatically at me as our eyes 
locked.

After dinner, we retired to the "study." I noticed that 
Clare had disappeared. The french doors were closed by 
Sensei's wife, bowing as she left, and the men, 
including the young boy and myself, were all that 
remained. Peter and I sat on a small leather couch, 
part of a larger circle of chairs and couches occupied 
by the others. I hadn't noticed at first, but there 
were candles in very ornate candelabras burning at the 
outskirts of the room, and the lights had dimmed. The 
effect was to relax me even more than the saki had 
already, and I felt strangely giddy.

Several of the men lit up large, black (and very 
stinky!) cigars. There was quiet for a few moments. 
Sensei suddenly turned to look at Peter and me and, 
with a twinkle in his eye, began to speak.

"It is such an honor to have the two of you in my home. 
Charles has told me a little bit about you, but I would 
dearly love to hear more. Have you been married long?"

"We've been married about eight years," Peter said. 
"Quite happily, too."

"Very commendable! And you are so lucky to have each 
other. A handsome young man and a beautiful woman in 
love; very powerful karma. Many wonderful songs and 
poems have been written about people like yourselves," 
Sensei said, as he leaned forward. "I have been a 
student, for many years, of the idea of 'innocence.' It 
fascinates me and obsesses me. I yearn for it, long for 
it, but find that it vanishes like smoke when I reach 
out to grasp it. Much that I know about it I have 
learned from the literature of my country, and of the 
West. But the most profound lessons have come from real 
human beings, people such as you, Peter and Linda."

'Bulldog' cleared his throat. "Well, Takashi, that is 
all very well. For my part, the fascination comes as a 
consequence of the death of innocence. 'The worm in the 
heart of the rose,' so to speak, or from the 
deflowering and rape of Beauty. To use and then crush 
the sublime and fragile is a desecration of a 
fundamental taboo. And there is no greater pleasure or 
thrill than breaking such a taboo."

"Of course there are greater pleasures, my friend," 
Sensei replied. "For instance, think of the pleasure of 
protecting the weak, of sacrificing ones' fortune or 
body to preserve, all unknowing to that which is 
protected, innocence incarnate."

Bulldog grunted. "What pleasure is there in that? There 
is no pleasure in sacrifice except as investment in 
future pleasure. And I do not believe in the purity of 
'sacrifice.' All sacrifice is selfish; you may 
sacrifice for the innocent, but only in the hope that 
the innocent will love you for it and that you may 
therefore possess the innocent. And if the innocent 
goes unaware of your sacrifice, there is still the 
selfish hope that the gods will have recognized it and 
put a gold star in your "good deeds" column. No, 
Takashi-san, believe me, your 'search' for innocence is 
no better than a dog chasing its own tail. And what 
will you do when you find it? Look at it and sigh, like 
a doddering old man sneaking a peek at a schoolgirl's 
panties? I know you better than that. That is not the 
way of the samurai. You will do what all men do, or at 
least what all men desire to do in their heart of 
hearts: you will take hold of it, mount it, and use it 
until the 'innocence' is squeezed like the sweet pulp 
from the core of a fig. Am I not correct, Charles?"

Charles glanced briefly at Sensei, whose eyebrows were 
slightly raised, then back at bulldog. A smile came to 
his lips.

"I choose the way of harmony," Charles said. "Just as 
there can be no hot without cold, there can be no 
innocence without corruption or, should I rather say, 
without wisdom. Therefore, we should rejoice in the 
balance thus maintained, and enjoy both as they are 
brought to us by fate."

Bulldog rolled his eyes. "Nicely done, but it begs the 
question."

"Of course it does. Why meet a steamroller head on when 
you can step to the side and let it pass? But I have a 
question for you. You should know, first of all, that 
this beautiful young couple, Peter and Linda, have been 
brought here to be used for your pleasure, or for the 
pleasure of anyone in this room. They are both young 
and, at least by the standards you are accustomed to in 
your country, quite innocent and 'fresh.'"

I felt myself blushing and noticed Peter shifting 
uncomfortably next to me. His hand reached out and took 
mine.

"May I ask your son, Akira, a personal question?" 
Charles asked.

"Of course," Bulldog said, shrugging.

"Akira-san, have you been intimate with a woman or a 
man before?" Peter asked the boy.

Akira looked down at his hands in his lap and briefly 
shook his head.

Peter looked back at Bulldog.

"My question to you is whether you would grant us all 
the opportunity to witness your son's emancipation from 
innocence or, to use your own words, to watch it 
'squeezed like the pulp from the core of a fig?'"

Bulldog smiled sweetly (but with only barely concealed 
malice).

"I would be honored, Charles. And as I grant you this, 
I would ask a favor of you."

Charles looked quickly at Peter and I, as if debating 
something furiously in his mind. There was a brief 
moment of concern in his eyes, but he seemed to resolve 
the problem and looked back at Bulldog with a smile.

"Of course," Charles said, his voice sweet and smooth 
as silk, but with an undercurrent of warning. "Anything 
within my power."

"I would like to borrow this fine couple, exclusively, 
for a few hours after my son has finished with them. I 
find them quite refreshing and would be pleased to put 
them through a few paces."

"Yes. Yes, certainly," Charles said. "That would be 
acceptable. And it is so fortunate that it is you who 
have asked this of me," he continued, his eyes flashing 
like blue steel. "If it were anyone else, I would be 
concerned for their physical safety, that they might be 
permanently damaged in some way. There are those who do 
not value the possessions of others and dishonor 
themselves by returning them, tarnished, to their 
rightful owners. But I would be happy to have a man of 
your character, and trustworthiness, use Peter and 
Linda," he finished, with a slight bow of the head.

I could tell Bulldog was fully aware of the rebuke and 
implied warning, and he stared, eye to eye, at Charles 
for an uncomfortable few seconds. Both men's smiles 
were frozen like armor on their faces.

Suddenly, Sensei cleared his throat and I jumped, the 
tension in the room now palpable.

"That is very gracious of you both. I know that I would 
dearly love to witness your son's first time. It's kind 
of you to allow us to be present," Sensei said to 
Bulldog.

"And it is a sign of good breeding for a gentleman to 
be magnanimous with his possessions," he said to 
Charles. "Stinginess reflects a pinched and puny soul."

The tension ratcheted down a few notches. Bulldog 
looked at Peter and then at me with a smirk at the 
corner of his lips. I felt myself blushing and looked 
away. What I saw in his eyes scared me and made me 
shiver: his eyes were like mirrors. There was no depth 
to them, only a cold and unyielding surface. I also 
noticed his son, Akira, glancing furtively up at Peter 
and me, his eyes narrowed, then back down to his hands. 
There was something unnatural about the way they both 
looked at us... It went beyond "lascivious," into some 
spectrum or color of desire that I could only guess at. 
Once again, a shiver ran the length of my body, and I 
squeezed Peter's hand tightly.

And I was not at all convinced that Charles' little 
confrontation with Bulldog had made things any easier 
for Peter and me. Indeed, I sensed a determination in 
that ugly man to explore the limits of the ruthlessness 
I could sense seeping from every pore of his body. God 
help us both.

I turned to Peter and looked in his blue eyes. He 
smiled and gently brushed a curl of hair from my 
forehead. I calmed myself and mentally made the 
adjustment I knew I would have to make: I accepted my 
necessary compliance and obedience with something akin 
to a soft sigh deep in my soul; the body, I knew, would 
follow.

Had followed? As Charles motioned for Peter and I to 
stand, I noticed how terribly wet I already was...

Continued in Part 7...

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