A Good Husband

Her eyes widened to saucer-shape 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." As Roger retreated to his close vantage point, he felt misgivings, some possessiveness, possibly a bit of jealousy. He also now worried, more than a bit too late, how Janine might react to being thrust into this situation.
Darryl removed his shirt to reveal his sleek, yet muscular physique. As Roger's wife watched his every move, her struggling continued, but with slightly less urgency. As he removed his trousers 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.
As Daryll advanced towards her, she suddenly renewed her struggle. But 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.
The stranger 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 she was not ready for him to 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. He came around and kneeled 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 arouse her with gentle kisses, his hands warmed up and worked their way across to her chest. 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 nibble the lobe of her ear. She emitted a low groan that undeniably signaled her pleasure. As he gently breathed into and tongued the opening of her ear, 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 finishing her shower 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 thighs 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 evenings 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 gently 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. They heard a quiet knocking at the door. Janine was more that a bit surprised when Roger gave her a peck on the cheek and got up to answer the door.
Suddenly she knew that the rules had changed.