She was rapidly approaching the point of completely losing herself in the passion and pleasure of the moment. With her arms tied above her, and her legs tethered by long silken scarves to the posts and iron frame of the hotel bed, she could hear her own breathing accelerate with each passing moment. The elegant nightgown that she was wearing for the first time, a gift for "this special night", that her husband had dressed her in, was now hiked up high enough to expose her increasingly wet vulva to the attractive, young, black stranger whose mouth was within inches of her sensitive vulva.

As this handsome man's wet tongue lightly brushed against her swelling clit for the first time, awareness of her surroundings began to fade, as intense pleasure began to crowd out all rational thought. That she should feel safe was important to her, and the presence of her husband sitting comfortably on a nearby chair and watching her with a new lover, the first man other than her husband that she had ever experienced, provided her that sense of safety. But now, as sexual excitement overcame all inhibition, she became less aware of her husband, as the primitive part of her mind tuned in to the sensation of being totally at the mercy of this remarkably exciting lover.

The black man's face was close-shaven and his eyes were dark, kind and beautiful. His scent was clean and spicy and she could now only imagine running her hands through his hair and pushing his face closer to her. Yet in spite of being tied up, she still had the freedom to thrust out her pelvis closer to him, thus encouraging more contact.

Her lover seemed to instinctively react to this motion by flexing his tongue against her clit, causing intense pleasure to shoot through her, accompanied by a sudden and extraordinary creamy wetness that permeated her vagina. He began to flick his tongue quickly and gently along the sensitive surface of her exposed womanhood. She alternately sensed the warmth of his breath and then the cool wetness of the room's air against the damp hairs of her vulva as he breathed in and out against her. She sensed that she would not hold on long before her senses would overwhelm her and she would 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 and muffled moans reminded her of the handkerchief that her husband had tied around her mouth. As the passionate and unintelligible sounds, which emanated from her rose higher and higher, the sexual intensity of the room rose too, by several degrees. Instinctively, her smooth, black, bare-chested lover pulled himself away from between her legs and began to remove his briefs, leaving her cool and moist crotch in desperate anticipation of further pleasures...

Her husband had seen the black man at his health club. The youth, who worked as a club lifeguard during the last several summers, would shower and shave with all of the regular members of the club. While most of the members of the club were in very good physical condition, it would never have occurred to the husband 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. He had a wonderfully close partnership with his wife and their evenings were frequently filled with loving and joyful sexual relations.

There was not a sense that anything was missing. Yet one day, as he saw the young man's limber muscles ripple as the lifeguard pulled a towel across his 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, and 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 thought he knew what might drive her wild. In his mind he held a vivid image of his shy wife in the throes of ecstasy while being ravaged by him, as if by an exotic black beast.

That he and his wife were faithful to one another was not even a question. During their many years of lovemaking they had experimented with videos, pictures and story magazines. While they had often enjoyed the excitement of these stimulating fantasies, it had always been under- stood that neither partner would actually involve an outside person in their sex life.

It couldn't be denied, however, that his wife seemed to get turned-on by scenarios that depicted black men getting it on with someone else's wife. 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.

Roger's wife was modest and proper and would certainly resist the notion of such a meeting if they jointly discussed or made plans for such a meeting together. If this fantasy evening were to happen, it would have to happen on the husband's initiative, and on the spur of the moment. He would have no backup plan if the youth was not interested or, if after things progressed to a late stage, his wife wanted to back out.

The chance of a wild night of pleasure for his wife involving someone whom to her was a total stranger was certainly slim. After a long winter and spring of private fantasy, the husband happened to be at the club one afternoon as the lifeguard was coming off-duty.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you here. Are you 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 Daryll, was spending his last summer at the club to earn money before he would be leaving for the East Coast to pursue an MBA. Daryll 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, and thus her, to go to a prestigious graduate school.

Daryll was upset by his breakup and told the husband that he would be leaving for the East in a few days. Feeling that it was "now or never", the husband offered to meet him at a bar so that Daryll could tell him his girl troubles. It was over drinks that the husband told his little "white lie." He confided to him that his wife had never been able to have a vaginal orgasm. While this was true, the truth was that this had never mattered to either of them. Yet to Daryll he had implied that this was somehow causing a strain on their marriage. If Daryll could somehow find his way past any embarrassment, Roger would surely appreciate his help...

After his four-year-old daughter had been picked up to spend the night at her young friend's house, Roger hugged his wife.

"I have a surprise for you darling. Are you ready for a change of plans?"

"Sure. I was going to that movie for you."

"This is going to require an open mind; I hope you will trust me. You know how much I love you."

A short time later, they arrived at a nice, upscale hotel that they had never been to before. Their room had been reserved and ready before they reached the front desk.

When Daryll entered the hotel room, he was amazed by what he saw. Bound to the posts of the bed, with her legs wide apart, a handkerchief tied through her mouth, and wearing a slinky and inviting nightgown, was a sexy, petite white woman. She was propped up with pillows so that she was well supported in a semi-reclining position by the foot of the bed and with her knees bent and legs spread. Her small breasts and large, sumptuous nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material of her lingerie.

Her eyes widened to saucers as he approached, and her sounds of panic, while muffled and unintelligible, were quite unmistakable. Her brown, wavy hair flowed luxuriously across her shoulders and chest as she began to struggle against the silk restraints tied about her wrists. Daryll's first impulse was to turn back, but her robe-clad husband put his hand on his shoulder and prodded him a bit closer to his wife and the bed.

"This little ritual is all part of how my wife is able to get excited," the husband quietly and confidentially said close to Daryll's ear. While this was an outright lie, it seemed 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 here in the chair."

Darryl removed his shirt to reveal his sleek, yet muscular physique. As his wife watched his every move, her struggling continued, but with slightly less urgency. As he removed his pants and his strong thighs became visible, her vocalizations became quieter, almost questioning. She stared at the young black man, mesmerized, watching as his chest muscles and abdomen gracefully strained and relaxed while he removed his socks.

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. Her head pulled back of its own accord and her eyelids began to close and flicker lightly and rapidly.

But as Daryll advanced towards her, she renewed her struggle. 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 so that she appeared to wiggle her breasts and hips in a slow, circular and undulating pattern.

He 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 as if to ask if she would like him to remove it for her. 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 she may not be ready for him kiss her mouth. It was also apparent to her that the gag would give her the freedom to scream out loudly and without inhibition.

Still, his offer made her feel that she could somehow trust him. Kneeling behind 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 cold hands first gripped her gown-covered shoulders. As he continued to seduce her with gentle kisses, his now- warm hands worked their way across to her chest and he began to massage her breasts through the soft, thin fabric of her nightgown.

As he gently pinched and rolled her erect nipples, she rolled her head back gracefully to make his lips contact the front of her neck. His lips and tongue made their way up the side of her neck and he began to lightly kiss the opening of her ear. As he gently breathed and tongued her sensitive orifice, he began to clench at her gown, gradually hiking up the material so that her gown no longer covered her crotch fully. Due to the way her legs were tethered to the bed, her cunt was soon exposed, open and vulnerable...

Roger watched from the chair, trying not to become overly aroused too soon. He hoped that he could maintain his composure so that when Daryll was finished with his wife, he too would be able to make love to her. This was proving to be quite a challenge. He watched this 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 Daryll had arrived, Roger 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 lingerie, silk scarves, handkerchiefs, comb, and condoms, 2) calling Daryll 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 Roger more than a bit over-stimulated.

Calling Daryll from the hotel while Janine 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 Roger finally tied each of his wife's wrists, ankles and knees securely and comfortably to the room's elegant wrought-iron bed frame, 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 different scenario from their occasional light-bondage fantasy. Janine seemed a bit worried, but before any words could get in the way, Roger fastened the cloth over her tongue, across her cheeks and behind her head.

He primped her in her nightgown and slowly stroked her wavy brown hair with her favorite brush until it practically radiated energy. He took a comb from the suitcase and began to gently stroke her pubic hair. He correctly thought that Janine would assume this foreplay would be to ready her for himself. When they heard the quiet knocking at the door she suddenly knew that the rules had changed.

Daryll's massive black cock seemed to come roaring out of its den with inadequate warning. When Janine saw its size and girth, her sudden desire to have him deep within her paradoxically awoke 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 person as well as a devoted wife, and she wasn't sure she could deal with the guilt of having been unfaithful to her husband. She suddenly became annoyed that her husband had put her into this position.

But in the next instant it came to her that this had been all Roger's doing, and that she could actually come out of this with perhaps the greatest fuck of her life AND the moral edge of having done this for her husband. This was a "no-lose" situation! As Daryll rolled a condom over his gigantic penis, she began to wriggle and struggle seductively as though she were a thoroughly helpless victim.

At once, Daryll seemed to lose any inhibition he might have harbored; he pounced upon her, kissing her firm stomach, licking her sensitive nipples and her throat, and finally pulling her gown up to her chin. His strong arms and large hands worked their way beneath her, past the small of her back, and down to her 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 probe her labia. The next instant he had entered her, the massive width of his rock-hard dick stretching 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 deep into her, sending her to a place she had never been. As he pumped his thick rod in and out of her creamy cunt, her feminine cistern began to sing 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 alien frequency, and she desired only that this 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 mouth.

The primitive portion of her brain commanded her legs, thighs, and her hostage gluteal muscles to intensify the coordinated vaginal massage of his throbbing penis. After an interval that seemed at once infinite and fleeting, the drama of this muscular wrestling match deep within her body began to near its apogee. Sensing the inevitable, Daryll's penis impossibly plunged yet deeper into her 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 the condom. In response, her nervous system temporarily sent her mind and body into a new dimension, beyond critical thought, beyond time and place, beyond husbands and wives, beyond children, beyond condoms, beyond all concerns...

Roger had watched from just a few feet away as the fruition of his carefully crafted plan was realized. He had watched as his wife had left him and everything else they shared, briefly, for a new place that he could only imagine. When the rhythm of Janine and Daryll's shared rapture slowed and then finally abated, Roger realized that all his goals had been reached, down to the detail of his maintaining his erection without ejaculation.

Daryll slowly extricated himself from Janine, climbed down from the man's wife and quickly dressed himself. Roger quietly thanked Daryll and then escorted him to the door so that he could be alone with his wife. Roger returned to her and removed the wet handkerchief from her face. Her body felt warm, limp and soggy as he held her close. Her breathing was still quick as she whispered to him that she loved him, and kissed him on the mouth warmly and sloppily. 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 kiss him sweetly. "Touch me," she breathed into his ear.

He touched her as he had so many times before and thought that she felt somehow different to him. He became highly aroused as she placed her hand gently, lovingly, around his penis. As he gently touched her engorged clitoris she in turn sensed his extreme hardness through her touch, and she quickly buckled and stiffened as she came in her usual wonderful way.

He quickly mounted her and 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 prolonged stimulation. After a few minutes she got up to pee. When she returned they snuggled and fell fast asleep in each other's arms. They both stirred from sleep together some hours later, murmuring and kissing as they renewed their commitment and love for each other.

For many nights their shared experience of that special night fueled hot, passionate sessions of lovemaking. They still completely trusted each other. Both Roger and Janine felt that they were tuned in to one another, perhaps more so than they had been before their special night. That night at the hotel had come about because of Roger's intuition and initiative, proof that he would indeed do anything to bring his wife pleasure. It had been a new and unique experience that neither partner felt required further repetition.

Months later, during the cold winter, Roger was exercising at the club when lightning struck. A woman whom he had never seen before walked by him so effortlessly and gracefully, that it seemed she was powered by some alternative source of energy. This woman looked to be just under 30 and was petite with small breasts, a narrow waist, silky and shapely legs, luscious lips and long, curly, reddish-blond hair. A secret and powerful sexual aura seemed to radiate from her, a gravity pulling Roger into her orbit. The perfection of her as she moved across the room, the way every aspect of her body exuded sexuality took his breath away.

When she turned and saw Roger staring, their eyes locked. They held each other's gaze for quite some time without the slightest hint of embarrassment. As he imagined wild and passionate lovemaking, he harbored no thoughts of infidelity. While there was powerful attraction between himself and this perfect creature, he "knew" deep down that a third piece of this puzzle would somehow fall into place. Once again, something clicked for him as he summoned memories of how his wife would become wet when watching videos depicting women making love to each other, or in threesomes with a man. Wonderful scenarios raged in his imagination. How to make this happen...

Chapter 2

Seeing Roger lying nude on his recliner, hands bound securely behind his back, watching his wife getting it on with a woman, a woman for whom he had been lusting after for several days, but as of yet had not even kissed, one might assume that he is more than a bit frustrated. Roger is, however, a patient man, a man with a somewhat different view of the world than other men. His view of the world at this moment is, in fact, quite compelling.

His gaze is focused just beyond his highly erect, though as yet untended cock, and he is watching with rapt interest as his wife's glistening and sticky nose probes the warm, wet opening of her new lover's cunt. His wife, Janine, is kneeling on the floor, at the near edge of their couch, her arms extended forward as though reaching ahead to find her way in the dark, her head lowered into the warm, moist, aromatic shelter of this woman's crotch. Her hands and fingers are actively and animatedly groping the soft landscape before her as though she were blind, absorbing each sumptuous detail of the nubile woman's well-defined tummy through her sense of touch.

Her hands continue their pleasant journey across the terrain of the woman's petite, silky, and firm breasts, and then triumphantly to a set of small, erect nipples. Exhilarating moans of pleasure escape from the mouth of her lover as if to herald the arrival of her fingers at this sensuous zone. Tina's abdominal muscles continually tense and play under a thin, soft layer of perfect, light, almost pale skin, as she writhes from the pleasures being administered to her clit by Janine's nose, lips and tongue.

Janine has never before experienced the taste, aroma, and tactile sensation of another woman's vulva, and yet she has an instinctive, intuitive understanding of how Tina's body is responding to her sensuous ministrations. She feels almost as though she is switching places with Roger, taking on his role, his repertoire of maneuvers that he so lovingly and effectively plays upon her when he is tending to her pussy. In fact, due to her gentle, natural, feminine touch and sensitivities, she is perhaps more adept at providing oral pleasure to her lover's clit than most men, her previous experience notwithstanding.

For Janine, who has only occasionally imagined what it would be like to make love to another woman, there can be no doubt in her mind that she has been helplessly swept away by this Sapphic seductress, who has seemingly placed a powerful spell on both her and her husband. At the outset of the evening, this entire scenario would have been entirely unimaginable. And yet, just a couple of short hours after Tina, a perfect stranger, had entered their home for the first time, Janine's heretofore untested heterosexual virginity has not withstood Tina's seductive advances.

From Roger's vantage point it is easy to see why his wife was unable to successfully resist her. Seeing Tina splayed on their couch, her unbuttoned silk blouse billowing at her sides, her long, beautiful, reddish- blond hair cascading over her shoulders in sumptuous curls, her captivating eyelashes flickering, her breasts rising and falling rapidly in pre-orgasmic breaths, her stomach muscles dancing provocatively, while her perfect thighs, buttocks and shapely legs buck and encourage towards yet higher ecstasy, it is clear that this exquisite creature has the power to conquer anyone she holds in her gaze.

Tina kneads at the delicate hairs on the back of Janine's neck with the middle fingers of each of her hands, and curls her fingernails gently into the lower part of her lover's scalp to let her know the precise intensity at which to stimulate her clit with her tongue. At the moment that Tina is about to orgasm, she looks lovingly, piercingly into Roger's eyes to share her powerful, wrenching orgasm with him on what feels like a spiritual level, locking him onto the same frequency of her rarified sexual domain. He is now totally, unquestionable hers: he needs more than anything to feel himself deep inside her...

That moment, when Roger had first locked eyes with Tina at the health club, he had come under her spell. Complete strangers, they had wasted no time planning Tina's visit to the couple's home. Approaching her later that same morning in the club parking lot, Roger extended his hand and quietly held out a photo. As Tina held the previously secret, private picture of Janine in her hand, caressing with her thumb the risqu‚ snapshot and allowing the sexual energy of the image to reconstitute itself in her inspired imagination, a private, satisfied smile crossed her face.

Rousing herself from her brief erotic reverie, Tina gave Roger a knowing and almost wicked nod signaling a clear understanding between them that Janine would be an equal partner in their inevitable tryst.

A few days later, the couple had arranged for their daughter to stay overnight with her grandparents while they entertained company. Roger told his wife that he would like to have one of his single associates, Tony, over in order to fix him up with a woman he had recently met at his club. After Roger and Janine had finished their dinner and were preparing for dessert and cocktails for their guests, the doorbell rang. Janine left Roger in the kitchen as she hurried to greet their visitors.

Janine stood frozen in her own doorway as she stared, trancelike, into the stranger's dark eyes. The stranger held the surprised woman with her powerful, seductive gaze and aristocratically extended her soft hand out to Janine as she spoke slowly. "I'm afraid Tony called to say that he will not make it with us this evening, but I thought I should come anyway. From what I've seen at the club so far, I gather that Roger is quite something. My name is Tina." Janine accepted her hand and, as was her custom as a proper hostess, gave her guest a soft kiss on the cheek as the stranger's sultry voice still played in her mind.

"My name is Janine." She almost stuttered, as blood suddenly rushed to her loins. "Please come in and make yourself comfortable." The sudden thrill of having such a disarming and gorgeous creature arrive, unaccompanied, had undeniably caught her off-guard. The alluring stranger seemed quite self-assured, very well put together.

Every aspect of her appearance and demeanor emitted a sexual energy, which pulled magnetically at the married woman despite herself. As the sudden, involuntary, warmth continued to rise within Janine, her husband suddenly appeared beside her. Roger put his left hand around Janine's slender waist while he reached out with his right hand to surround Tina's waist as well, in a sort of casual group hug.

"Tina. What a pleasure!" Roger glanced slyly at his wife, still clinging to them both. "Janine darling, I saw Tina for the first time just the other morning at the club. I was just sure you would want to have her. What a shame Tony cannot come."

Roger stepped behind their guest and effortlessly helped Tina remove her coat. Janine sensed a peculiar ease and familiarity in the way her husband and this woman related to one another. A pang of jealousy surfaced momentarily in her mind causing an adrenal rush and a sudden sense of shakiness. As she watched Roger suavely guiding Tina further into their living area, she was struck by the utter perfection of this female. Tina's outfit consisted of an elegant silk blouse; a rather short and tight leather skirt, a long, graceful decorative silk belt and white panty hose, which accentuated what, could pass for a model's legs.

The woman's clothes were only remarkable in that they fit her as comfortably and as provocatively as if she were wearing expensive and tasteful lingerie. Her gait was hypnotic, as if each of her steps was part of a dance with some unseen romantic partner. She wore her hair up, casually and artistically gathered, held by what appeared to be an ornate, hand-carved wooden clip. As she observed her husband and Tina sit down together on the couch, Janine sensed that they occupied a dimension that she was not part of.

Despite their many years of constancy to one another, there was little doubt in Janine's mind that Roger desired to possess this woman, to fuck her in their home this very evening, as payment in full for her night of pleasure with Daryll. What Janine didn't realize was that Roger was first and foremost, a good husband, and as such was going to see to it that Janine have her pleasure first...

Roger and Tina flirted relentlessly all evening, between themselves, but particularly with Janine, drawing her in to their reality. Tina would shamelessly come-on to Roger while Janine watched, causing her to think that Roger was the object of her desire. But each time that Roger would leave the room Tina would shamelessly tempt Janine with progressively more exciting and provocative sexual stimuli. The first time Roger left to bring them some white wine, Tina commented to her that Roger seemed so "eager to please" and that she was a "very lucky woman."

The next time that Roger left to bring then goodies, she stared playfully into Janine's eyes as she spoke and fumbled with her hair clip, suddenly allowing her long, luxurious hair to cascade over her shoulder and chest. She shook out her hair and unbuttoned her blouse a bit. Some minutes later, Tina excused herself and then returned from the bathroom looking somehow even sexier than before, her small leather purse dancing by her side. The nipples of her small breasts were now poking prominently through her silk blouse where her bra had recently been.

At one point, while Tina's shoeless feet played footsies covertly with Janine, the married woman was certain that she could see up the younger woman's short skirt and that she was not wearing panties. The objective of the flirting gradually shifted so that Janine became, clearly, the sole object of Tina's attention. Roger reinforced Tina's efforts as well with suggestive innuendo until the two conspirators had Janine very hot, very willing and quite ready for just about anything that Tina might suggest. Their verbal banter was getting very loose.

Roger playfully hinted that he wasn't sure which of the two women he wanted to take on first. At this, Tina responded by suggesting to Janine that such comments were punishable and that perhaps they should tie Roger up so that he couldn't bother them while THEY made love. Roger jumped in quickly with, "I'm game!" and the two women moved close to surround him. He thought himself quite clever for the comment, as Tina offered her silk belt for the purposes of binding Roger's hands.

Then before they could tie him up, Roger said, "Hey, I'm going to boil in these clothes, help me get them off before you take me out of the running."

"Janine, my ravishing little doll, I have wanted to devour you all evening, ever since I first laid eyes upon you. Now that we have poor Roger safely out of the way, I must have you for my own. Kiss me!"

That was the cue that Janine had apparently been waiting for, for she began to passionately make-out with Tina right before Roger's eyes. Tina wasted no time, expertly undressing and simultaneously igniting her conquest's passion as she successively removed each garment from Janine's now electric body.

Each woman played her lover's body provocatively and dramatically, almost as if to provide Roger the pleasure and torment of watching Janine abandon him for the passions of a more skilled lover than himself. Roger, for his part, could only watch, feeling his libido rising, unable to touch his penis to offer himself some consolation.

Tina went down on Roger's wife not more than a few feet in front of him. The married woman cried out passionately as her clit swelled and her vagina became wet and creamy in response to Tina's experienced tongue. The two women stared passionately into other's eyes as Janine came hard, her first orgasm at the touch of a woman.

Janine had melted almost too quickly as Tina lavished her feminine attentions upon her. The seductress felt intuitively that Roger's hetero wife might bolt if anything too bold or naughty were to be tried too soon. Tina possessed a brilliant, erotic imagination, which, when actualized by her physical charms, transformed her svelte body into an instrument capable of tantalizing and pleasing her sexual partners well beyond their previous limits.

Tina's ferocious sexuality invariably smashed the boundaries of her lovers, both male and female, enticing them to follow her, almost naively, to her mysterious, high-altitude realm of sexual ecstasy: a place where everything is possible and she is their sovereign. Tina's exquisitely tuned antennae told her that Janine would soon be ready for more daring lovemaking.

"Jeanine, sweetheart, you have made me very wet dear. Would you take me over the edge, or shall we let Roger loose and have him do me?" A loaded question if ever there was one. Roger had the good sense to keep silent.

"Tina, dear," Janine retorted, "Roger is being punished for his rude comments. Have you forgotten so soon. I'm quite surprised at you!"

Tina gave her an almost evil smile as a reply. She was startled and overjoyed that Janine had so quickly seized the opportunity to exploit their advantage over her captive husband.

"Of course, you are right my love. Now help me out of my outfit and show me what you can do! I'm sure you'll be much better that dear, sweet Roger."

Again the two women kissed passionately. As Janine theatrically undressed their guest, almost as if for Roger's benefit, he couldn't help but notice how beautifully matched the two women were. His petite wife was not more than an inch shorter than her fiery companion and they had similar petite, well-kept figures. The differences between the women served to intensify their respective charms in a way that flattered them both. And while it may have been just Roger's imagination, it seemed that Tina's pervasive aura of sexual energy was rubbing off on his wife, who was becoming more flirtatious, uninhibited and naughty by the minute.

Roger held to the possibly misguided notion that by putting his wife's pleasure before his own, he would be richly rewarded for his efforts. Looking back to that night when he arranged for Janine to be fucked into "never-never land" by Darryl, the point could certainly be argued either way. Tonight though, he felt quite sure that once his wife had her fun, it would soon be his turn to fuck Tina. Reviewing his success in orchestrating the erotic encounter with Daryll, and the finesse with which he had been able to bring Tina here tonight, Roger felt confident that everything was going his way.

Roger, however, failed to take two important factors into account. His wife, although grateful for the stimulation and pleasure provided by the two strangers whom Roger had brought to her, was reveling in the possibilities for revenge that were presented so clearly before her as Roger lay helpless before her and her beautiful "femme fatale" lover. She had been, after all, at Roger's mercy, bound and gagged, in that hotel room. Now she felt that there might be some way to even the score a bit. Roger, in his comfortable recliner, was a "sitting duck," or something close to that.

The second factor, of which Roger had no inkling, was equally relevant to his situation. Strangely, what had always delighted Tina beyond mere mundane sexual gratification, was the torment and pleasure of her sexual partners through flirtation, seduction, and the withholding of fulfillment: a playful torment that she often inflicted beyond the boundaries of fairness. Janine was about to share in a lesson from a consummate mistress, in the delicate art of "Prick Teasing." Tonight Tina would have the good fortune of having an eager accomplice, in the person of her new female lover, to assist her in her true calling. This was going to be good...

Chapter 3

Tina stared deep into his eyes. She was very near to orgasm as Roger's wife passionately lapped at her vulva. Tina was aroused by Janine's facility with her nipples and clit, as much as by the wonderful sight of Roger, captive and adoring, staring longingly back into her eyes. What had brought Tina over the brink though, was a diabolical, thought that had come to her in a flash of inspiration. Tina ached to have Roger inside her. But by foregoing such consummation she envisioned a way, with the unwitting help of Roger's wife, to cast a powerful erotic spell that would dwell in his mind permanently. While she was imagining Roger forever lusting for her, her very essence called to him on a private wavelength, carried by their gaze, and she came with an intensity that was uncharacteristic even for her.

It had been a fun evening so far. Tina had taken pleasure in bringing Janine off, and she had also enjoyed quite a wonderful orgasm of her own. Yet her activities with Janine, as delicious as they had been, still seemed a sort of appetizer before the main course. There was absolutely no doubt in her hyperactive, erotic mind that Roger would be her feast for the long evening ahead. Her idea of ultimate pleasure was, however, quite different from that of most other people. Tina desired that Roger should always long for her, and for what could have been. But for that to happen, the erotic heat would need to be turned up much higher...

After the two women had made love to one another, the pair lay cuddling in each other's arms on the couch.

"What about me?" Roger finally had the courage to ask.

"You had the privilege of watching us. Wasn't it great? You will have wonderful fantasies for weeks to come, no doubt," Tina said, somewhat flatly.

"Should we untie him and let him jerk off?" Janine asked, sounding almost sincere. "Roger just loves to watch me get off. I suspect he rather enjoyed watching you as well."

"I guess I was hoping to be involved in things maybe a bit more." Roger tried the pity card to see how it played.

"Should I give him a blowjob Tina?" his wife asked. "Then we could just be done with the whole thing."

"Janine dear, if it were up to me and I was the one giving him the blowjob, I would make him beg for it, maybe even earn the privilege. But before either of us make him an offer, shouldn't we find out what Roger would REALLY like?"

"What a great idea Tina!" Janine said brightly. "Why don't we ask him?"

Roger was beginning to smell a conspiracy. He dropped the pity idea quickly and resolved that he had better not tell them what he "would REALLY like" if he actually hoped for it to happen. A clever maneuver came to him. "Maybe the two of you could give me a blowjob at the same time, just like in those porno flicks."

"Roger! How can you talk like that to our guest?" said Janine in mock outrage.

"That's alright Janine; Roger just doesn't quite understand women so well, I guess. Those movies are so unrealistic. They are just a BAD influence. In real life a woman wants to know that she's the one that's got her man all excited. Why if there were two of us giving him a blowjob at the same time, I would be thinking that YOU were the one that was getting Roger all excited, and you would probably be thinking that I was the one that had him all excited. That would never do."

The truth was that Tina actually loved threesomes of almost any kind, almost precisely for that reason. She loved the synergy of three, and she was invariably the catalytic element that caused sexual fusion.

"What if you each just took turns?" Roger suggested brightly.

"Same problem! Besides, I wouldn't want to make Janine jealous, would I love?" said Tina, as she stroked Janine's loose hair behind her lover's ear. "Roger, what if you came all over my face while Janine looked on? How do you think that would make your wife feel, hmmm?"

"The idea has merit," thought Roger as his dick stiffened a bit more.

"I'm not sure how I would feel about that," Janine announced, secretly aware that she was becoming highly aroused at the thought.

"Well I would be the last woman to come between a man and his wife. The most I would be willing to do would be to suck Roger's dick for just a second to see if it hurt anyone's feelings." At that, she glided over to Roger's chair, stooped over his stiff member and took his entire length past her large, luscious lips and down her wet throat in one graceful motion. She ran his cock up and down her viscous throat a couple of times and then dreamily fell back from him.

"So, how was that Janine sweetie? Are you the jealous type?" asked Tina, as she swept her exquisite hair behind her, her loose tits swaying in her open silk blouse.

What Roger "REALLY wanted" was to fuck Tina. He could think of any number of coital positions that would be just fine with him. Settling for the greatest blowjob of his life, however, suddenly seemed like a pretty fair alternative.

"I'm not sure HOW I feel about it just yet!" sighed Janine, as she unconsciously reached down to her crotch and stroked her vulva. "Maybe we better hold off for just a bit."

Janine was playing perfectly into Tina's hands. Tina felt that if she could give Roger a taste of the ecstasy he might experience with her, but leave Janine to "finish him off," Roger would forever imagine Tina when he made love to his wife. In Tina's mind this amounted to ultimate conquest in her role as a "Prick Teaser." Roger, not being one for multiple orgasms, was going to have to maneuver very carefully if he wanted to end up coming in, or on, Tina.

Roger spoke. "Tina, maybe you could give Janine a lesson on how to "deep throat" a man. Janine gives wonderful head, but perhaps if she saw how you handle things during the orgasm phase of the blowjob, she could pick up a few of the finer points from you."

"Roger! Weren't you paying attention?" asked Tina. "Janine just said she might be feeling a little jealous. How could you suggest such a thing? Maybe she could do with a little reassurance from you. Why don't you tell her how much you want to fuck her at this very moment?"

"Gulp!" thought Roger gulped as he weighed his options. How was he going to get out of this one?

Janine was getting hotter each moment that Roger and Tina flirted. For reasons Roger couldn't quite figure out, she came to his rescue. "I KNOW how much Roger loves to fuck me. He's proven that many, many times over. But since you're here, maybe we could try something a little... different. We wouldn't want to leave YOU out."

Sensing an opportunity for something a bit kinky and provocative, something that might stir jealousy in Janine and ignite Roger, Tina's mischievous mind quickly formulated a new scenario. Tina switched gears.

"Janine, you poor dear, your nipples are just like hard little marbles! You worked up a sweat and now you've been sitting too long without your clothes on. Stand up dear and put this on."

Tina wiggled out of her open silk blouse and came around behind Janine. Janine slipped into the sexy top, bothering only with the two lower buttons. She was enjoying its silky texture on her soft skin, knowing that it must be showing off her breasts nicely.

"Now put this on too. I just know it's going to flatter you!" Tina handed Janine her skimpy, black leather skirt. Janine wasted no time in putting it on, not bothering with panties. Tina primped her apprentice up a bit, and after a brief perusal, gave her a sloppy wet kiss on the mouth.

"Sorry I have no belt for you, Roger's wearing that! Can we go to your room and find a cute necklace for you to wear with your outfit? And if it's all right with you, maybe we can also pick out something comfy for me to wear. I don't think Roger will miss us too badly while we're gone, do you?"

Roger eyes bulged as he watched his suddenly sultry wife sachet out of sight with Tina. Janine had been growing progressively less shy throughout the evening, taking part more prominently in the repartee among the trio. The moment she donned the temptress' clothes and then French kissed Tina, the last vestiges of propriety had promptly vanished from her demeanor. She felt wickedly sexy and eager to conjure up something exciting. This powerful transformation within Janine's mind, manifest now in her seductive stride and in her almost predatory gaze, was instantly apparent to Roger.

Sounds of giggling escaped from their bedroom where the two women were delighting in some unknown preparations. Roger could hear dresser drawers sliding and outbursts of sly laughter from the two women. He could hear the toilet flushing, which reminded him that he would need to pee, not urgently, but eventually. Roger sensed that something was afoot yet he did not know exactly what to expect from either of the two women.

Tina, he realized, would always keep him on his toes. But now Janine had clearly crossed some line, and he could not guess what she might do next. It was obvious now, too, that the two women were working together! He was becoming just a little nervous, and the prospect of being untied was beginning to appeal to him more and more. Finally the women appeared from their bedroom.

Roger lay gawking at the ravishing pair of females. His wife looked slutty in a way he had never seen before and couldn't quite describe. It was as if Tina's outfit had mysteriously imbued her with this enigmatic woman's over- modulated sexual energy. The slight difference in height between the two women in no measure detracted from the way Tina's clothes clung to Janine's petite yet voluptuous body. She had added a dangling pearl necklace to her ensemble while she had been away with Tina. Janine was a knockout! But there were two sets of sleek, bare, silky legs in the room now.

Roger had been unprepared for the disarming site of the always-ravishing Tina dressed in his wife's lingerie. She was wearing the same nightgown that Janine had worn that memorable night when she was so perfectly fucked by Daryll's large black shaft. It made tonight's enticing guest appear even sexier than before, if that was possible, to see her filling out his wife's familiar nightclothes in a similar though uniquely "Tina" sort of way.

Tina's longer, redder, wavier hair, her fantastic shoulders, and her somewhat more sculpted features, clothed in an outfit that both Roger and his wife's one- time lover had each possessed Janine in, stirred an indescribable longing to take Tina as his own and fuck her over and over again. His brain felt like it could short-circuit from the conflicting and over-stimulating messages it was receiving from the two provocatively clad females.

"Roger, dear, Janine told me what an incredible man you are. You must be one in a million to have brought Daryll to her so that he could fuck her right in front of you. Women just aren't that nice!" Tina put her hand on her hip and stretched enticingly before him, her loose breasts swaying side to side.

"You are obviously a good husband. But what if I said I'd let you fuck me right in front of Janine, would you do it?" Tina continued.

Roger cleared his throat with some difficulty. "Well that depends, Tina. I really don't like to wear a condom and I am really ready to get laid now, so that would probably take you out of the running now anyway."

"Touch‚'" thought Tina. She answered, "You would be the only man who has fucked me without protection, and I know YOU are safe. I am also on the pill, just to be sure. So I'd say, 'Fine, fuck me any way you want.'"

Roger felt that he advanced ground a bit with that exchange. "Hmmm. I suppose that would be up to Janine."

"Divide and conquer," He thought silently.

Janine began to speak, "I think..."

"Would you really hurt Janine's feeling like that?" Tina said, her drama sounding quite amusing. "She's got herself all fixed up for you to fuck her. Why would you reject her?" Tina continued. "I can't speak for her, but I would say that the best thing would be for you to fuck her, "Man and Wife", and I could sort of assist the two of you to make it more fun. What if I kind of gave each of you a little encouragement while you were doing it? If there's anything left over for me afterwards, well ok, but I rather doubt there will be. You aren't one for multiple orgasms, are you Roger?"

Janine had obviously done a lot of talking while she was playing with Tina in their bedroom.

"That sounds like a lot of fun," Janine cried out genuinely.

Poor Roger could think of no way out of this one. "There are worse things than screwing Janine," he thought to himself. He was always the good husband...

"Now let's play a little game," said Tina.

"Does it involve untying me?" asked Roger.

"No!" said the two women in unison.

"Janine, sweetheart, Why don't you to pretend to be me. You're certainly dressed for the part. OK?"

"Oh, this could be fun," said Janine.

"Get used to it, precious. You're going to be playing this game for many years, or at least Roger will," thought Tina secretly.

Roger started. "How about a kiss, my love?"

Janine slinked over to Roger, tossed her hair behind her, bent over his face, and parted her lips just millimeters from his upper lip. She breathed delicately on him and then started to probe his mouth with her moist tongue. As they were making out, a thought came to him. They eventually broke their kiss.

"Janine dear," he called to Tina, "why don't you join us?"

"I'll be right here, close to you sweetheart." Tina teased. "I'm getting very excited watching you. Just go on and have your fun."

"FUCK! Tina was just too damn clever!" he thought.

Janine touched Roger's rock hard dick and knew that a blowjob was not what he needed now. She didn't mind playing these games, but she had tormented Roger enough to satisfy her own need for vengeance. Now she was ready to satisfy him. So much for acting the part of Tina! He was so stiff now that his cock was no longer pointing up at all; it was pointing straight back at himself. She climbed onto the recliner so that she was straddling him and she bent so that he had a wonderful view of her tits dancing in her borrowed blouse.

Tina approached and felt Roger's excessively rigid penis. "My goodness! You are incredibly hard! Tina must really know how to kiss."

The truth was that Roger really needed to pee. He was not merely being stoic; he was having fun and didn't want to break the mood or interrupt the game. Tina elevated Roger's cock so that it was at a practical angle to be useful to his wife's pussy. She thought to herself that, all joking aside, Janine WAS a lucky woman.

Janine lowered herself, dreamily, onto his very stiff rod as though she were sitting down into a relaxing bubble bath after a long, hard day. Roger was engulfed by her extreme wetness and began to hump her gently, using his feet and legs to raise his hips off of the recliner. Janine's hips swayed suddenly in an unfamiliar way, a way that Roger had observed from a short distance that night at the hotel, but had never experienced first-hand. Janine, sitting on Roger's uncomfortably hard erection, began to work her cunt around her husband's engorged penis, gripping him deep inside her.

Without warning, she shuddered and began wildly massaging his member deep inside herself. She went outside herself again and could hear herself moaning incoherently as she thrashed her hips to pull her lover into herself even more deeply.

At that critical moment, Tina moved close to Roger, kissing him passionately. Janine, eyes closed and oblivious to Tina, was crying out in ecstasy, transported to yet more distant realms of pleasure. But in spite of her physical rapture, a part of Janine's mind suddenly registered alarm. She didn't understand why, but she sensed that she was losing Roger.

Tina moved close so that her lips were against Roger's ear. The couple appeared to be at the height their pleasure. As Janine's body tightened in the throes of orgasm, Tina kissed him and whispered, "Oh Roger my love, what could have been!"

Roger cried out involuntarily, "Tina!"

Minutes later, Janine extricated herself from Roger's arms and lifted herself off of him; his erection was still going strong. Roger, against all odds, had managed to endure his wife's wrenching orgasm, beyond all normal limits of stimulation and pleasure. His endurance was no mystery: Roger desperately needed to take a leak.

Janine trusts that which her intuition has told her must happen next.

"Tina darling," she asks, "do you trust us?"

"Why yes, of course I do," answers Tina, hesitantly, a vague hint of nervousness and suspicion in her voice.

"That's wonderful, because now Roger and I have a game for you. You're certainly dressed for the part!"

Roger, rejuvenated, comes up from behind Tina and cradles her securely, comfortably, with his strong forearms. He kisses her on the lower part of her neck, admiring the gracefulness of her shoulders. Roger delights in his wonderful view of Tina's perfect tits, which he can see through the top of her borrowed nightgown.

As Roger leads their guest to the bedroom, Janine opens their dresser drawer and selects four long silk scarves.

"This might just keep things interesting," thinks Tina.

Chapter 4

Tina found herself in a semi-recumbent position reminiscent of a slave girl from an old, campy movie. Bound to the foreign bed by long, luxuriously flowing silk scarves, her legs were spread, leaving her ankles just over the edge of the bed; her crotch accessible from the perimeter of the mattress. Her arms were held wide apart, but still loose enough for her elbows to bend slightly. Moments ago, the couple had blindfolded and tied her up with an efficiently suggesting more than passing acquaintance in the art of bondage.

Following the sexual encounters that had transpired in the living room, and after a short breather, they had corralled her, their guest, into their bedroom, their private chamber, repeating the assertion that Tina had every reason to trust them. In truth, however, their visitor was beginning to have serious misgivings about her situation. After all, she was only visiting from the West Coast for one week on a business trip, she was bound and captive in a strange couple's home, and she had not shown the good sense to tell anyone of her plans for the evening, or her whereabouts.

While she was feeling excitement and a titillating sense of sexual anticipation, she was also feeling quite nervous too. In all of her previous erotic experiences she had been the "femme fatale", the flirt, the temptress -- the one in control. But tonight she had miscalculated, underestimating Roger's composure, endurance and above all, his cleverness. Blindfolded and bound, as she was now, one could argue that she was in essence, his sex slave.

During a moment when she was feeling in control, she had foolishly given Roger permission to fuck her without protection. She was pretty sure that it would be fine, but in principal it had been a stupid thing to consent to. She could hold out only lackluster hope that Roger would somehow forget her promise. She had been fairly brutal in her teasing of Roger, and if he were anything like her he would probably want some payback. Who could guess what Roger might do to her to make her suffer if he shared any of her own "bitchy" tendencies? She realized that her persona of exaggerated confidence and control might give others the impression that she could handle anything, but at this moment Tina herself certainly wasn't buying that assessment.

Tina could not, however, ignore the positive aspects of her situation either. For starters, she would probably soon be fucked by Roger. The idea of fucking this handsome, well-built man had appealed to her from the moment she had first laid eyes on him. Due to some synergistic energy with Janine, and an intuitive feminine response to his wife's well-founded jealousy, she had let her natural penchant for teasing get the better of her. She had let herself get carried away by the misguided notion that she could somehow own a piece of Roger's love by leaving their physical desire unconsummated. Now that she'd had a brief taste of Roger's cock, and seen him making love to Janine, she could hardly be disappointed that her initial scenario had failed.

Stated simply, she desired Roger more than ever. She certainly could not complain that she would now have the opportunity to have him inside of her, and with the cooperation of his wife!

After Janine's last powerful orgasm there had been an obvious shift in her allegiance, away from Tina's efforts at denying Roger his due with her, and towards encouraging Roger to satisfy himself with their guest. Paradoxically, Janine was now resolute that Roger should conquer Tina --there could be no swaying her now. Janine's intuition had correctly sensed that it was important for Roger to have his way with Tina so that Roger would not become fixated with the breathtaking woman; so that the couple could move on. Things were finally beginning to look up for Roger...

At the moment Roger approached her, Tina's insecurities had her feeling jittery, as though her whole body were ticklish. Her trim, yet voluptuous body was taut, pulled outwards by the elegant bindings as though spring-loaded. Her nervousness, coupled with her sense of heightened sexual anticipation, caused her body to quiver almost imperceptibly. Her torso undulated of its own accord as she heard Roger drawing near. He stood over her, between the "V" of her wide-open thighs, and reached down so that his fingertips touched her tight abdominal muscles through the thin fabric of his wife's gown. At the first hint of his touch, Tina reflexively tensed, her lower back arching, her pubic bone thrusting towards him, as if he were pulling her by some invisible marionette string.

Her body's nervous system was on high alert, muscles tensing as though racked by shivers. She felt Roger's palms gracefully trace their way up her delicate ribs and to the flattened mounds of her breasts. Roger lingered over his new treasure, admiring with his fingers what was now completely his to enjoy. He worked his way up to her glorious shoulders, symmetrically caressing them from beneath her upper back, his hands now under the fabric of her lingerie. Tina let herself relax, closing her eyes and lowering her center of gravity so that she was now more planted in the bed. As she relaxed she felt his hands spreading wide the cotton fabric of her gown. She melted further, expecting his hands to continue their gentle exploration of her skin beneath the fabric.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, Roger pulled forcefully at the gown tearing it asunder, sending buttons flying violently, and filling the room with the sound of ripping fabric and small bouncing objects. Tina's body tensed anew as adrenaline coursed through every cell in her body. Her nervous system was at full attention now, intent on having learned an important lesson for its complacency. Her body was practically hovering over the stranger's bed, straining to protect itself with even fewer resources.

He surveyed the newly exposed features, her creamy shoulders, her tight breasts, her silky-smooth and yet well-defined abdominal muscles, and her vulnerable navel. Her body appeared to quiver at such a high frequency that he imagined that any moment her skin could break out in goose bumps. Her nipples had suddenly stiffened to their maximum hardness as though to fortify themselves against invasion. But their stiffness beckoned his fingers to explore them, and he reached out with both hands to touch the conquered territory exposed by his brutal action. He moistened the tips of his fingers on each of his hands, and then reached down to savor every aspect of their suppleness as he curled Tina's fantastic nipples between his thumbs and first two fingers. At his touch, she gasped and then shivered, her vulva flooding with warmth and wetness.

As he touched her, Roger admired her sensuous mouth, eyebrows, and cascading long hair. He yanked again at the garment, separating the two halves of her cover entirely, and revealing her smooth, firm hips as well as her pubic area. She was uncertain of what she could expect from him next -- pleasure or pain. She tried to keep her breathing quiet, as though hearing what he might be doing would provide some additional protection. As it happened, Tina's next sensation was tactile, focused around the area of her pubic region in a way that she would never have anticipated.

She experienced a pleasant, tickling sensation as she sensed a comb gently pass across her pubic hair. She shuddered, as much from the surprise of the unexpected sensation as from the incongruity of the calm, almost pacifying stokes applied in juxtaposition with the ripping of her nightclothes. Her body wanted to relax and luxuriate in the comfortable attention being paid to her, but her nerves were now strung tightly, unwilling to give up their defenses quite so readily. She worried suddenly that Roger and Janine could be demented fetishists with the opportunity now to practice their perverted rituals upon a defenseless victim, namely herself. The combing of her pubic hair, however, stopped after a few moments, replaced by strokes to her flowing hair.

She threw her head backwards, as though to see through her blindfold, to glimpse the face of the one grooming her in such a gentle manner. Her mind was a jumble of confusion, at once defensive, yet also desperate to relax. There had been no conversation since the couple had tied her up, and she was not inclined to break the silence, to break this spell that was so effectively captivating her attention, and acutely arousing her senses.

She felt the person behind her stop brushing her hair, and then felt Roger reach over her from behind her, his face next to hers, gently cradling her breasts with his strong arms. When he kissed her on the neck she could not resist moaning in pleasure, as much to release some energy, as to encourage him further in this safer pursuit. He increased the pressure of his embrace, squeezing her tightly in a manner that she found reassuring and protective. He shifted again so that his face was close to hers and the two began kissing each other's mouths gently as lovers.

Their kissing grew more intense as the fingers of his right hand found their way lower to the delicately soft hair covering the lips of her vulva. His fingertips played gently upon the surface of her moist lips as Tina's tongue played gently on the lips of Roger's mouth, inviting him to explore her more fully below. Too soon though he broke away and was gone, leaving her as she was before, but with an urgent sense of longing for him. She yearned to have him close to her, inside her, consuming him while he devoured her.

Roger knelt by the edge of his bed, his knees on a sofa cushion to provide both height and comfort. He brought his smooth, recently shaven face close to Tina's wet pussy, incredulous that it was now his for the taking. As his lips approached their destination, his nostrils filled with the pleasant aroma of Tina's delicious scent. That he, Roger, a good husband, a good father, and a respectable member of his community, was about to eat the pussy of this incredible specimen of feminine beauty in the presence of his loving wife seemed beyond comprehension, a defiance of reality. Yet here he was, staring at the perfection of Tina's eager cunt.

He wanted to savor his situation -- to live in this place, in this moment forever. Impossibly, reality improved yet further, and by several degrees, as he brought his wet tongue into contact with her swollen clit for the first time. Tina's body had an aura of sexual electricity surrounding it like a force field, and by penetrating that space he was transported into her powerful and intoxicating realm.

Although she was the one who was bound, her body emitted such powerful erotic energy that Roger felt himself still her captive. As he licked her clit and probed her wet cunt hungrily with his tongue, his ears registered Tina's moans of pleasure and other familiar sounds as well. He was aware of Janine's shallow breathing, her aroused panting -- a sure sign of her sexual excitement. The sexual temperature in their bedroom was rising now to a new unprecedented level of erotic heat.

Roger knew that he would soon be beyond all bounds of normal desire and judgment. He felt that he must put on a condom now -- while he still had the presence of mind to do so. He somehow managed to pull his face from her enchanted oasis and applied the protection to his massive hard-on.

If one were to have told Janine, as recently as four hours ago, that she would be sitting on her own bedroom chair, dressed in another woman's clothes, eagerly and attentively watching while her husband made love to a beautiful younger woman, on the bed that she had shared with Roger for the last eight years; she would not have believed it. If they were to add that Janine was highly aroused by the sight, and was masturbating while watching the show, she would have dismissed the person as a lunatic. Would she let them add that Janine had made love to the very same woman herself twice that same evening?

Janine watched as Roger used his penis to play delicate circles at the opening of Tina's noticeably wet vulva. She heard Tina begging him to give her what she wanted so badly. Shivers of excitement passed through her as she watched Roger comply with her desires, and bury his erect rod deep within the young woman's cunt...

She was awakened from her reverie by Roger's voice calling to her. "Janine, come and untie Tina!" She quickly complied and then purposefully returned to her chair, watching them, legs spread, touching herself.

Roger knew that given Tina's past volatility, it might be a mistake to untie her, to give her the freedom to make more mischief, to escape from him if she wished. But he felt that it was a risk he must take. As much as he enjoyed the bondage games that he sometimes played with his wife, he wanted to truly enjoy Tina as a woman enjoying him on her own terms. If, when his captive was released, she wished to bolt -- then so be it.

The moment that Janine had finished untying Tina's bindings from the bed frame, Roger received a pleasant surprise. Apparently, Tina was tired of playing games. Silk scarves trailing from all four of her limbs, she pulled off her blindfold, pounced upon Roger, and mounting him from above, buried his penis deep inside herself. Roger quickly worked his strong, muscular body to the edge of the bed, with Tina still sitting on him, so that his legs were comfortably dangling over the edge of the bed and so that she could ride him. They began to kiss passionately, he deep inside her.

With her feet in contact with the bed, and her palms on Roger's hairy chest, Tina worked her thighs magically. She moved her pelvis in a circular motion, so that each lover was simultaneously the bearer and recipient of sublime pleasure. After a couple moments of this bliss, Roger sensed that he would not be able to maintain this exquisite stimulation for much longer. He lay back and threw his arms out wide in a sign of surrender. Tina adjusted accordingly, bending over to kiss his mouth, practically smothering him with her wet passion. Roger broke off the kiss long enough to speak softly to her. "Would you touch yourself for me?"

Tina balanced herself on him and reached down to touch her clit. Roger could feel the incidental, clockwise stimulation of her knuckles on the base of his cock as she deftly fingered herself. She looked deep into his eyes and slowly opened her mouth as she found a new, slower rhythm with which to ride him. Roger took in this female's intoxicating beauty, a beauty intensified by her effortless, serene, and natural movement. He was now part of her intimate dance, sharing her most private personal stimulation as she pleasured herself upon him for their mutual excitement.

Her hair flowed over her shoulders, meeting the delicate fabric of her wide-open gown, which served to frame her perfect features. He watched her eyes close and her head tilt back as her pleasure intensified. At the first hint that her body was beginning to stiffen in orgasm, he sat up so that they were intimately enmeshed in each other.

He inhaled Tina's breath as he felt her wetness flood his crotch. His hard cock nestled high within her, they kissed wetly and passionately; their lips and tongues echoing the drama that was transpiring below. In a perfect moment, the two lovers simultaneously came in a shared wave of throbbing release. They clasped tightly around one another, holding on dearly in the most intimate of embraces...

Looking back on their episode with Tina, Roger and Janine felt as though they had just barely escaped with their lives. They had played with a powerful fire and miraculously avoided getting burnt to a crisp. Despite the risks that the fateful evening had presented, everything about their marriage had remained wonderful. While they enjoyed their lovemaking as much as always, there was a newfound sincerity whenever one of them declared that it would be foolish to ever involve others in their sex lives again. For while they never saw nor heard from Tina again, her presence was clearly felt by each of them.

If Tina could only know the secret thoughts of her two married lovers she would be filled with happiness. Janine, while content with her husband, often imagined how wonderful it would be to make delicious love to her, if only just one more time. She sometimes even imagined herself engaged in threesomes with Tina and Daryll; the various permutations of position and intent providing inspiration and passion as she made love to Roger.

Janine knew that if she ever made it known to her husband that she wanted to try other experiences, he would strive to make it happen. It could never be disputed that her husband would do almost anything to please her, which is why she was always careful to disavow any desire for further adventures with others.

How often does patience offer a reward as wonderful as that which Roger received the night he brought Tina into their home? Yet despite the perfection of the lovemaking shared on that wonderful night, Roger always wondered what it would be like to experience a full blowjob from the remarkable temptress that was Tina.

Their respective fantasies provided a spark to their love life. Still, two things forever perplexed Roger. He could never rationally explain what had made him rip the nightclothes off of their captive guest, nor could he fully understand what made him secretly retrieve the ripped gown from the trash bin.

Only occasionally would he dare unfold and admire the object, a precious relic, safely stashed in the back of one of his dresser drawers.

The End