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Jim's Story
by Anthony (tonytony@usa.net)
***
Jim's an e-mail friend, and he had an interesting story
about his marriage, which I'll share with you here. (MF,
wife-sharing, size)
***
You need to know some of the chronology for this story
to make sense. Jim had been divorced three years ago.
Helen, five years ago. They met in October, two years
ago. They fell in love, and decided to begin living
together January of last year, and got married in
September.
Jim wrote:
After dinner, after TV, and after sex, we were in our
favorite recovery position. I was on my back, she lay on
her side, head on my shoulder, one leg on me, thigh on
about my pelvis.
"Funny thing happened to me today, Jim."
"Yeah?"
"I was out of the office most of the day, and when I got
back there was a voice mail message from a guy I knew
before I ever met you."
"Oh? What did he want?"
"Well, he lives in Florida, and he probably gets up here
once every couple of years. I guess he wanted a date."
"Didn't you tell him you were married?"
"I never got to return the call."
"Oh."
Then...
"Uh, Honey, if he lives in Florida, how'd you get to
know him? Just how well DO you know him, anyway?"
"Hey, it was before I knew you, and I don't know him all
that well. And you're sounding jealous, there's no need
to be."
"Yeah, you're right. We both had lives before we knew
each other."
We cuddled a while longer.
"Jim," she said after 15 minutes, "you know, I've done
some things I'm not really proud of."
"Me, too, baby."
"Can I talk about something?" she asked. That's our code
phrase - it means watch out, this could be an emotional
topic.
"Sure."
"Did you ever have a one night stand?"
"Yes, before I met you."
"Me, too."
Some minutes went by.
"C'mon, Helen. Tell me what's bothering you."
"You know about Vic."
"Honey, I know he wasn't a one night stand. I thought
you told me it was a serious relationship until
something happened."
"Well, it was, but it's the root of the story."
"So, tell the story."
"You know Vic and I dated for a year."
"Yeah, yeah."
"And he wanted to get married, or at least live
together, but I didn't think that was right for me."
"I know that too."
"And that he was hurt in an a car crash a week after I
broke up with him."
"I knew that."
"Anyhow, I felt kind of responsible for that - he was
really upset and doing stupid things then."
"I know all of that. So, where's this going?"
"I didn't date for over a year. I was always so much in
control of everything, and somehow I thought I might
have at least contributed to that accident. After that,
the idea of a close relationship and the responsibility
that brings scared me."
"Well, you got over that. Look at you now."
"That's what this is all about," She continued. "I
started taking night courses at Hofstra, and doing
everything I could to keep busy. My classes were on
Tuesdays and Thursdays. When class was over, sometimes
I'd go to the Uniondale Marriott for a glass of wine
before I went home. I didn't like being at home alone,
but I sure didn't want any kind of relationship, either.
"Anyhow, one Tuesday night I was sitting at the bar, and
this Florida guy - his name's Fred - sat beside me. We
started talking. It turns out he's with ATF - you know,
Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. He was up here for just
a couple of days, working on a case. We talked for a
while. He went to school up in Boston, on a football
scholarship, As a psych major, no less. Didn't get a
chance to play pro ball, but he got a job with ATF. They
like having a squad of 'intimidatingly big' agents for
special work."
I asked "Was he?"
"Oh yeah. Only about as tall as you (Only? I'm 6-3) but
honey, he was so broad, so big, he was scary, even when
he was dressed in a suit and tie."
"Oh? Well, so what?"
"I'm trying to tell you about the so what."
"I'll be quiet."
"I told him I didn't believe he was with ATF, so he
showed me his badge and ID, and gave me his business
card."
"You know I network like crazy, so I gave him my card,
too. Now that I think of it, I guess that's how he got
my phone number."
"Anyhow, we talked for a while. He was very easy to talk
to, and I told him about Vic, and not wanting a
relationship with responsibility and all that, and being
afraid of being physical, and of being so controlling
and stuff, and - Jim, are you getting another hard-on?"
I guess the leg she had over me was feeling something
going on.
"Feels that way. This is getting to be a good story,
keep talking."
"I don't know if I like the idea of you getting off on
this!"
"Then stop telling the story."
She did, for a couple of minutes. But her hand found my
penis, partly erect.
"We just had sex a while ago, what's going on?"
"I guess I got excited about your story."
"Hum. Well, I like what's happening to you, too. Just
remember this happened before I knew you."
"OK."
"Anyhow, he said, since he graduated with a psych
degree, and had his masters, too, paid for by us, he
could help. His advice, he said, was to start slowly.
Find a guy I felt safe with, had no emotional attachment
to, who was big and strong enough so that he would take
full responsibility for everything, and get me back into
living. Who would just let me lie there and accept
having love made to my body, and then go away, probably
to Florida, where lots of guys willing to do that kind
of good deed live. He said, since his grad work was paid
for by ATF, meaning taxes, meaning partly by me, this
advice was free. And, he said, he knew just the right
guy who happened to be available.
"We both had a good laugh over that. We had another
drink, and I told him I had a big day the next day and
had to go home.
"'Sorry to hear that,' he said. We talked a couple of
more minutes, said good-bye, and I went home to feed my
cat, and go to bed.
"Hey, what's happening to this?" she asked, because she
felt my cock getting softer.
"I don't know - tired, I guess. That's a nice story,
honey. He had quite a pickup line. Let's go to sleep."
"Jim?"
"Yeah?"
"The story's not over."
I rolled on my side, so we were facing each other. "Are
you making this up?"
"I promise, what I'm telling you is the truth."
"Tell me the rest of the story!"
"Well, I went back to the Marriott after the Thursday
class.
"I was hoping this big handsome stranger would still be
around, it was nice talking to him.
"But he wasn't there. About 10 o'clock I decided to
leave - there wasn't going to be anyone to talk to that
night, I thought, when I felt an arm on my shoulder.
"He said 'I'm glad you decided to take my advice.'"
"I started to tell him I just wanted to talk some more
to him, but he was so big, so strong, and so charismatic
that when he took my arm, I just stood up. He tossed
some money on the bar for my drink, and led me out, to
the elevator.
"'Fred,' I started to say, when he said 'Just come along
with me. You
need this.'"
"Then, we were on his floor. He actually picked me up
and carried me to his room. While he still carried me he
was able to get the card key in and out, and the door
open.
"I got carried in, and he put me on one of the two
double beds.
"'Stay there,' he said.
"He took off his suit coat. He very carefully folded it,
and put it on the dresser. I guess I wasn't surprised to
see a holster of some kind under one arm. He took that
off, checked to see the pistol was on 'safe,' put it in
a dresser drawer.
"Jim, I feel your cock again!"
"Keep talking!"
"Well, I remember that he balanced on one foot, and just
lifted up his left leg, and unstrapped another holster
and gun from his ankle. He checked that, and put it
away, too.
"Jim, you wear a 46 long jacket. He had to be a 60! God,
he was big.
"Anyhow, then he took handcuffs from a pouch on his
belt, and put those on the side table.
"Then he reached and pulled me to my feet.
"You, Helen, have the right to stay silent," he said,
and he laughed. "You have the right to enjoy yourself,
too." And he kissed me.
"He unbuttoned my jacket, turned me around, pulled it
down my arms.
"I'm not going to let you do anything," he said. "I'm
going to do everything."
"I didn't know how he could be so quick, and so gentle.
While my arms were behind me, as he took off my jacket,
I heard a click, and suddenly realized he had handcuffed
my hands behind me.
I turned around, almost in shock, to see him take my
coat, fold it neatly, and put it next to his.
"I told him I didn't like being handcuffed."
"He said it was the only way he could be sure I didn't
do anything but enjoy myself."
I reached between us, pulled Helen's leg over my hip,
grabbed her hand, and lead it to my cock - I had a full
erection now.
"We just made love! This is really turning you on, isn't
it?"
"I'm ashamed to admit it, honey, but it really is!"
Helen said "I like your reaction."
"Come on, tell me more."
"OK, anyhow, I was standing there, cuffed. "I never
thought of handcuffs as a love-making toy,' I told him.
"'You'll see,' he said.
"He pulled back the cover and sheet from one of the
beds.
"'I'm from the government, ma'am, and I'm here to help
you,' he said.
"We both laughed, but I stopped suddenly, because he
stepped really close to me, and slowly pulled my blouse
out of my skirt.
"I realized I was breathing pretty fast.
"He reached to my throat, and he hardly touched me, but
began unbuttoning my blouse. I had on a nice
conservative slip, and bra, but this was really exciting
me.
"When it was open, he slipped it off my shoulders, and
down my arms. He turned me around, I felt one cuff
release for an instant, and he pulled the blouse off my
arms, and fastened it again.
"I was really getting turned on. He took the blouse,
folded it, and put it with my coat.
"This guy was so cool and methodical I couldn't believe
it.
"He found the zipper on my skirt, and opened it and
pushed it down over my hips. He bent down, lifted my
feet out of it, and folded it, and put it away, too.
I couldn't help myself. I pushed Helen onto her back,
got between her legs, began screwing her - it wasn't
making love, now.
She looked at me, met every movement I made, and we both
climaxed, for the second time that night.
Once again we moved into our cuddle position.
"Do you want me to tell you about it some more?"
"God, yes."
"Good! Remember, I was standing there, wearing my shoes,
panty hose, bra, and slip.
"He knelt down in front of me, put both hands on the
outside of my calves, and just lifted them up, along my
legs, to my hips. And he hooked his fingers into the
waist of my panty hose, and pulled them down. He moved
me so I could sit on the edge of the bed, and he pulled
off one shoe, then other, then my hose.
"And took them to the dresser, and put them with the
rest of my things.
" I told him the party seemed pretty one sided, and he
said that was because he was in complete control of the
party.
"But he was pretty much dressed, and I was wearing only
a slip and a bra, and I was pretty horny with the way
this guy was treating me.
"He unlocked one hand from behind my back, and fastened
my hands together in front of me. Then he pushed me flat
on my back on the bed.
"And he pulled the sheet up over me. He said it's more
exciting for him that way. He sat on the bed, and moved
around so that he had his back against the headboard of
the bed. Then he lifted me by the shoulders until my
head was in his lap. I was still on my back, but I could
feel a lot of heat coming from his crotch. I told him I
was glad he had some reaction to what he was doing, and
he said I'd pretty soon know just how big a reaction he
had.
"That excited me. Hey, Jim, are you getting ANOTHER hard
on?
"It speaks for itself, honey. Keep talking."
"Wow, you are strange. I've heard about guys who like to
hear about their wives doing things, but I didn't think
you were one of them.
"You weren't my wife then!"
"That's true. Anyhow, he reached under the sheet to
about my waist, and he told me to lift up my hips a
little."
"Did you?"
"You bet!
"When I did, he pulled my slip up from under me, to
above my waist.
"He told me to sit up.
"I did, but I held the sheet in front of me.
"He pulled the slip up my back, and over my head. Then
he unhooked my bra.
"And he pulled at my shoulders, so I was laying down
again, with my head in his lap. I had the sheet over my
chest, under my arms.
"Somehow he got one cuff unlocked, and slipped the bra
and slip off me.
"Now I was naked under the sheet.
"I told him no one ever hand cuffed me to a bed to make
love, and least not so far, but maybe I'd be willing.
"He didn't answer. He asked me, though, if I felt safe.
Here I was, in his hotel room, with a guy strong enough
to do whatever he wanted to me, naked under a sheet, and
he's asking me if I felt safe with him?
"But I did. I said 'yes'."
"He got out of bed, folded my bra and slip neater than I
ever could. 'Now I'll show you about handcuffs' he said.
I thought he already did.
"But he sat at the side of the bed, and took my hand,
the one that still had the cuff fastened, and pulled it
down, under the sheet.
"I couldn't figure out what he was doing.
"But then he reached under the sheet, pulled my ankle,
and just forced my leg up, by bending my knee. Before I
realized it, he had handcuffed my wrist to my ankle.
"And faster and smoother than you could think, he moved
to the other side of the bed, and did the same thing to
my other wrist and ankle with a second set of cuffs.
"Now I was helpless under the sheet. And really turned
on.
"He was standing at the foot of the bed, and I couldn't
help it, I felt my knees come apart, and I asked him if
he was going to join the party. He said he would right
now.
He pulled his own dress shirt out of his trousers, then
took off his tie.
He took his time folding it, putting it away.
Then he turned and watched me as he unbuttoned his
shirt. He wasn't wearing an undershirt, and you wouldn't
believe the size of this guy.
"I said 'wow', as he put his shirt away.
"'Not to impress you', he said, but then he struck one
of those body builder poses where he puts his hands
together and pulls, that makes the muscles on his chest
and back spread out - his body was almost like a
triangle.
"Then he just lifted one leg, like before, and untied a
shoe, removed it, and pulled off that sock, too. Every
time he moved muscles popped out. He moved like a
dancer, he must have been hard to tackle on the football
field.
"He repeated the same act with the other foot.
"I was so horny by now I couldn't stand it.
"He was standing there, watching me watch him as he took
opened his belt and his pants, and slid them off, but in
that strange way he had, of lifting his legs out of
them, one at a time. I guess it's a physical fitness
thing or something.
"I expected he'd be wearing one of those stringy kinds
of underwear, but he had on plain white boxer shorts.
"He stared at me. I stopped looking at him in the eyes,
and stared at his crotch, instead. He had a hard on,
sort of like the one I'm touching right now. He took his
shorts off by lowering them to his knees, then stepping
out one leg at a time.
"He might have been acting cool, but his cock was
pointing right at me. It looked like it was in
proportion to the rest of him. Don't be mad at me,
honey, but it looked awfully big.
"What happened?"
"He stood at the foot of the bed."
"Yeah?"
"He began pulling the sheet down."
"Oh, yeah..."
"Jim, it was so sensual, feeling the sheet slide down my
body. My legs were apart, so it slipped between them.
What a turn on! As it got lower, I put my knees back
together. But talk about feeling exposed, and not in
control, and helpless. Wow!"
"What did he do? Don't be teasing me!!!"
"He moved to the side of the bed. I thought he wanted me
to go down on him, and you know, I was horny enough to
want to, But he stood there, looking at me for a minute,
with that big penis throbbing."
"What happened, dammit?"
"He got some of the pillows, put a hand under the small
of my back, and lifted me up, and he put them under my
hips, and put me down again."
"Just like that?"
"I guess I helped him when he lifted me."
"I can't stand this!"
"How do you think I felt? My ass was lifted up on the
pillows, I was all arched like I was at the top of a
pelvic thrust at the gym, my hands were hooked onto my
ankles, and he was just looking at me."
"Show me."
Helen assumed the position she described. Go ahead, have
your wife or girlfriend do it, you'll see. But I promise
you, if you do it now, you aren't going to get back to
reading this story for a while.
"Well, what happened?"
"He knelt at the foot of the bed, and I watched him as
he put a hand on each knee, and just spread my legs."
"Oh, Helen, I'm almost ready to come again."
"Me too. I can't tell you how helpless and horny I was,
all exposed like that, and the pillow just raised my
hips. He could have done anything to me, and that would
be OK."
"Anyhow, there was no touching or foreplay. I didn't
need any. He got between my legs, his cock found my
vagina, and he... he did what you're doing to me,
again!"
We had another pair of climaxes.
When our pulses got to near normal, she told the rest of
the story. I guess he screwed the woman who became my
wife for 45 minutes, and never came. But she sure did.
Then he took the handcuffs off her.
"I asked him if I could make him come, too," she told
me. He said that when he holds himself back for so long,
he just can't come for a while.
She told me she stayed with him for another hour, just
holding each other.
Then he said that as much as he liked it, if she stayed
much longer she'd have to spend the night here, and he
didn't think that was a good idea.
"I told him I'd like to satisfy him the way he satisfied
me, or any other way. I even started to kiss his belly,
and move down on him, but he said he couldn't, any more,
that night. "Maybe next time I'm on Long Island, or when
you are in Miami, we can get together again", he said.
"So after a while I kissed him goodnight, and went home.
"And that's my story. I'm not proud of it, but it let me
open myself up to relationships again. It's one of the
things that let me fall in love with you."
"Wow!" I said. "You are a hot number. How many times did
we fuck tonight, over that story?"
"Hour's worth. I can think of three times. You know, I
never expected you to get off on that story, I was just
hoping you wouldn't be mad at me, or anything."
"I didn't think it would excite me that much, either. I
didn't think hearing about someone else making love to
you would be a turn on."
We finally went to sleep.
Luckily, the next day was Saturday, so we slept late. We
woke, and without even speaking, began to make love.
At one point I was on Helen, holding her hands above her
head, taking long slow strokes, when she said "I know
what you are thinking about. I'm thinking about the same
thing."
That was enough to set me off, again.
Later, while we were still in bed:
"Helen, honey?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to call Fred?"
"You mean, and tell him I'm married, and all? I probably
should."
"Do you want to do that?"
"It's the right thing to do, Jim. I do owe him a call."
We were cuddling again.
"Well, don't you owe him more than that?"
"What do you mean. Oh, wait. Are you getting ANOTHER
hard-on?"
"Yes I am."
"What would you like me to do?"
"Well, what if you called him, and," by now I had my
hand on her vagina, "And said you'd like to see him
again, maybe tonight."
The heat coming from her cunt, and the wetness, was
unmistakable.
"If I wasn't married, maybe I would do that, but I am,
so it's not a good idea."
The little movements her hips were making told the
truth.
I pressed my plan some more. "Here's my idea. Call him.
Talk to him a while. See if he still turns you on. If he
does, and if he asks you to meet him at the hotel again,
that's OK, too. We both owe him something, don't we, and
you're the only one who can pay up!
"If you do go, I'll make reservations - is he at the
same hotel? and we'll go together, and you meet him,
have fun, and afterwards come to our room, and we'll do
it all over again."
"That's sick, but it's some idea. What a way to spend a
Saturday night, screwing around."
"Yep."
Now we were sitting up in bed. I moved my hand to her
lap, then lower. I found the opening I was looking for,
and moved a finger along it, up, and down. I felt heat
increasing, and moisture, too.
"Stop that, you're getting me all excited."
I took my hand away, but before Helen could relax,
replaced it with my mouth.
"Stop it!"
A moment went by. I wouldn't stop!
"OK, I'll do it but only if you help. Call my office,
you listen to the voice mail, and get his number."
I lifted my head from her lap. Grabbed the phone.
Called, collected her messages. There were 5, including
the one we wanted.
She watched as I dialed the Marriott. I had to try 4
times, for some reason my hand was shaking.
She listened as I said "Room 530, please."
But she did take the phone when I gave it to her.
"Hi, Fred, it's Helen. I got your message."
My fingers moved back between her legs, found the
pocket, moved in, a little.
She moved the phone a little away from her ear so I
could hear, too.
"It's good to hear your voice, too. How long will you be
here?"
I heard a strong voice say he stopped on Long Island to
see some friends, and he hoped her, and I was going to
Boston tomorrow night.
"So soon? How come you're so rushed?"
He said something about taking a seminar there next
week, but that he wanted to see how she was doing, and
hoped to see her, too.
"I'm fine," she said. She paused as I shoved a finger
into her, then she said, "I'd like to see you, too."
He said something about relieved because he was worried
she wouldn't see him because of what he did last time.
She responded, "My prescription for all of that kind of
worry is to find a nice Jewish girl from Long Island
who's strong enough to help you relax. I think I heard a
line like that a couple of years ago."
Now there was some serious finger fucking going on, and
the hand Helen was not using for the phone was stroking
my cock.
"Sure, I can arrange for you to meet a woman like that
tonight."
He said something. She said "No, it won't be like the
last time. You don't get to take charge. But I'll bet we
have a good time."
Pause.
"OK, at the bar about nine tonight. Sounds great."
Pause.
"See you then. Bye."
"Is that what you wanted to hear, honey?"
I showed her it was.
The day went slowly. Finally, 7 PM.
Helen dressed. I watched.
bikini panties.
A camisole, no bra.
A silky blouse.
A pretty skirt, also silky.
When she walked towards the light her legs were
silhouetted beautifully.
"Don't you need a slip?"
"No. I'll be sure only the people I want to are going to
see what you just saw."
I packed an overnight kit for both of us, and we were at
the Marriott by 8, and stopped in the dark parking lot.
"You are in a real rush to get your wife screwed, aren't
you?", she said.
"You don't seem to be too reluctant, either."
"I'm not! I never expected to be doing this, but...
well, here we are."
She waited in the car. I checked in, went to the car,
gave her the card key. "Honey, our room's on the 5th
floor too," I kissed her, and went into the lounge.
I sat at a table in the back. There were a couple of
other guys there, too, but none looked like what I
expected Fred to look like.
Helen came in a few minutes before nine, sat at the bar.
She looked great!
No sooner did a glass of wine appear in front of her
than this mass of a man appeared at the door. I knew it
was him! As she was raising the glass to her lips, he
crossed behind her, moving - how to describe it? - like
mercury pouring.
Hand on her shoulder.
She turned, startled, only to see him, and before she
had a chance to react, as he leaned forward, and kissed
her neck. "What a move", I thought.
I watched as he said something - he was standing behind
her, one hand on her waist, and the other, on her thigh.
I watched, and when his body language made it look like
he was ready to leave, I stood, and started walking out.
At almost the same time, he took her hand, and lead her
towards the door, too.
I led the procession from the lounge toward the
elevators.
Got in, held the door for this - I admit it - hunk of a
man who was holding my wife's hand and who was going to
fuck her, too. I tried to avoid her eyes.
I pressed "5" - he reached too, saw it already pressed.
"Excuse me, sir," he said. "I'd been waiting a while to
do this." As the door closed he turned from me to Helen,
took her in his arms, and kissed her cheek.
Her eyes were open, she looked at me, then returned his
embrace, opened her mouth, turned and kissed him back,
and I saw her press her body to his. While she winked at
me.
The door opened. My room - our room, that is - was in
the opposite direction than his. I got to it, fumbled
with the lock, while he opened his.
And the last I saw of her, before she was going to be
fucked by some other guy, was as she was picked up, and
carried through the door. Her skirt was already up, and
the last thing I saw was her hand, over his shoulder,
waving at me.
I wondered if every man in a similar circumstance did
what I did. I ordered room service, had a drink,
stripped, masturbated. Watched TV, masturbated again.
In about an hour, I heard my door open, and Helen came
in.
"I hope you're not mad."
I grabbed her, pulled her to the bed.
"Tell me!"
"That's the reaction I hoped for."
She got out of bed.
Blouse off. Skirt off. Her camisole was still on.
"He wanted to keep my panties."
She came into bed.
"Kiss me."
I did.
"What do you taste?"
"I don't know."
"You might be tasting his lips," she said, as she
reached for my cock, "or you might be tasting..."
"What?!"
"Well, 20 minutes ago his 'this'" - she tugged on my
cock - "was there."
I nearly erupted in her hand.
She took my hand, moved it to her hip, to her crotch.
"Guess what you feel." She was wet, a little sticky.
I couldn't wait. Rolled on her, got my cock in her.
Found her all expanded, wet, horny. "Honey, I couldn't
have an orgasm with him," she said. "But this time, he
sure did. A couple of times. Now, you give me one."
I gave one to both of us.
Finally, we slept.
The next morning she re-enacted everything that happened
to her. Except I couldn't carry her the way Fred did.
And we had to use my belt, instead of hand cuffs, to
fasten my hands to the bed frame the way she cuffed his.
"Well, it was his turn" Helen explained.
I'm still not sure I believe what she showed me she did
to him. Well, some things, like fucking him, I do
believe. But her fingers were here and there, her mouth
all over his body, and his in this place, and that...
well I'm not sure.
But it did liven up our own sex lives, not that it was
dull.
Oh, we've decided any more stuff with Fred would make
our lives more complicated - that account is even, and
ended.
Still, sometimes, she'll point to a guy, or I will, and
we'll say. something about him being as big as Fred...
"Remember?"
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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