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    A Good Husband

    20 January, 2018 (04:22) | Interracial Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    by NoRealWriter (


    Her husband had seen the young black man at his health
    club. The youth, who worked as a club lifeguard during
    the last several summers. The quiet and unassuming
    young man exuded a raw, youthful and intense animal
    sexuality and he felt that he would make the perfect
    partner for his wife. (MFF, reluc-wife, intr, bd)


    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 new
    lacy 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 the 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 in such a way as to cause an
    intense response of pleasure from 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 a beautiful 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 understood 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 chances of a wild night of pleasure for his wife
    involving someone whom to her was a total stranger were
    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


    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

    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

    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 fabric of her nightie.

    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 quickly. 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 an
    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

    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 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. 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

    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 needed 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. He had 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…


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