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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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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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