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A Good Husband. Chapter 1
MF, Reluc, Interr, Light Bondage, Wife)
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Chapter 1
Conflicting
thoughts raged through Janine’s mind as adrenaline surged through her body.
Feelings of humiliation, outrage and fear mingled with sensations of
titillation, sexual arousal and wide-eyed exhilaration. Janine was becoming increasingly lost in the
excitement of the moment. Her arms and
legs were tethered to the iron frame of the hotel bed by long silken scarves.
The silk ends of the cloth danced gracefully about her delicate wrists in
response to her struggles against them. The ever-quickening sound of air
rushing through her nostrils filled her ears as accompaniment to the increased
pounding of her heart. The delicate silk filigree trim of the elegant nightgown
that she was wearing, her husband’s gift to her on “this special night,”
caressed her silky flat stomach as it rode up just past her soft pubic hair.
Her glistening genitals were now fully exposed to the attractive, young, black
stranger whose open, wet mouth was within inches of her sensitive vulva. As the handsome man’s tongue lightly brushed
against her swelling clit for the first time, awareness of her surroundings
finally began to fade completely, as intense pleasure crowded out her remaining
rational thoughts. That she should feel
safe was important to her, and the presence of her husband watching comfortably
from a nearby chair, ultimately provided that sense of safety. Now, as sexual excitement overcame all
inhibition, she was only vaguely aware of Roger, as the primitive part of her
mind tuned in to the sensation of being totally under the control of this
exciting lover.
The
black man’s face was close-shaven and his kind eyes were dark and
beautiful. His scent was fresh and
spicy. As lust overcame her, she yearned to run her hands through his hair and
to knead the back of his neck, to let him know just how she would like him to
service her. Under the circumstances,
the best she could manage was to thrust out her pelvis to him, subtly
encouraging more contact. Her lover
intuitively responded to her gesture by flexing his tongue engagingly against
her clit. Conveyed by the adrenaline already in her system, his tonguing caused
intense pleasure to jolt through her. Instantaneously, an extraordinary creamy
wetness flooded her vagina. As he glided
his tongue gently along the sensitive surface of her exposed womanhood, she
alternately sensed the warmth of his breath and the coolness of the room’s air
against the damp hairs of her vulva as he breathed the fragrant aroma of her
intimacy, his face buried in her bush.
Panic washed over her as she suddenly realized that she would soon be to
the point of 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 utterances now reminded her of the
handkerchief that her husband had tied around her mouth. As the passionate and unintelligible sounds
emanating from her rose higher in pitch, the sexual intensity of the room rose
too, by several degrees. Instinctively
understanding Janine’s supplications, her sinewy black lover pulled his face
from between her legs, just before she might orgasm. Purposefully he began to
remove his briefs, leaving her hot and creamy vulva simmering beneath a layer
of moist, cool pubic hair, in desperate anticipation of further pleasures...
*
Roger
had seen the black man at his health club.
The youth, who worked as a club lifeguard over the last several summers,
would shower and shave with all of the regular members of the Executive’s
Club. While many of the members of the
“Club” were in very good physical condition, it would never have occurred to
him 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.
Roger’s competitive nature did not lend itself to fantasies of his
executive cohorts pleasuring his wife. He had a wonderfully close partnership
with his wife and their evenings were frequently filled with loving and often
daring sexual relations. There was not a sense that anything was missing.
Yet
one day, as he saw the tall, well-built lifeguard’s limber muscles ripple as he
pulled a towel across his powerful 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, but 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 imagined what would drive her
wild. In his mind he held a vivid image
of his shy wife in the throes of ecstasy as she was being ravaged by the black
youth, as if by an exotic and powerful beast.
That
he and his wife were faithful to one another was not even a question in his
mind. During their many years of
lovemaking they had experimented with videos, pictures and story magazines. Roger enjoyed the excitement of corrupting
his shy and proper wife with exposure to this material. While they would watch
or read, he loved to touch her vulva, to feel how hot and wet Janine would get
from “slut wife” scenarios, from lesbian scenes or from any number of naughty
sex scenes.
While
they had often enjoyed the excitement of these stimulating fantasies, there had
always been an unspoken understanding between them that they wouldn’t actually
involve an outside person in their sex life.
But 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.
As embarrassing or surprising to him as it might seem, it couldn’t be
denied that his wife seemed to get particularly turned-on by scenarios that
depicted black men getting it on with white men’s wives, making cuckolds of
their husbands. Also attractive to
Roger, a successful CEO and indefatigable dealmaker,
were the huge logistical challenges that would have to be overcome if he choose
to transform his vision from wild sexual reverie to reality.
Roger's
wife was socially active and well regarded in her community. She was active in
local charitable causes and had a reputation for being helpful to her friends
and others in need. Janine was modest
and proper and would certainly resist a sordid meeting of the type that Roger
was imagining. If they jointly discussed plans for such a meeting, it would
simply never happen. For this fantasy
evening to materialize, it would have to happen on Roger’s initiative. He would have no backup plan if the youth was
not interested, or if after things progressed to a late stage, he allowed
Janine to back out. Thus, the chances
for a wild night of pleasure with this total stranger were slim. Faced with a seemingly insurmountable
challenge, Roger worked scenarios over in his mind countless times calculating
a way to make it happen. After a long
winter and spring of private fantasy, Roger happened to be at the club one
afternoon as the lifeguard was coming off-duty.
“Hello
young man. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you here. Have you been 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 to attend
a prestigious graduate school.
Daryll, too, was upset by the breakup and told Roger
that he would be leaving for the East Coast in a few days. Feeling that it was “now or never”, Roger
offered to meet the youth at a bar so that Daryll
could tell him his girl troubles. It was
over drinks and after a long discussion about Daryll's
girlfriend that Roger told his little “white lie.” He confided to Daryll
that he had “girl troubles” of his own -- that his wife had never been able to
have a vaginal orgasm. While the latter
statement was strictly true, the truth was that this had never mattered to
either Roger or Janine. The clear
implication, however, was that this was causing a strain on their marriage. If Daryll could somehow find his way past any embarrassment,
Roger would surely appreciate his help...
*
That
Saturday night, soon after their four-year-old daughter had been picked up to
spend the night at a playmate’s house, Janine was talking on the phone to her
friend Samantha, trying to end a conversation with her talkative exercise
partner. Janine and Samantha would run
most weekdays along their five mile route, and Samantha would usually do most
of the talking, always at great length.
Janine would more than occasionally find herself tuning Samantha out,
thinking instead about a previous night of love-making with Roger, or indulging
in sexual fantasies. Often she would
imagine steamy sex, in creative positions, with her well-built Yoga
teacher. After a particularly appealing
fantasy, she would often return to reality, questioning her resolve to resist
such a situation, should it arise, consciously realizing the absurdity of her
concern. Buried beneath Janine’s proper,
modest persona lurked a horny and willing slut!
Roger
came up behind his wife while she was talking and snuggled her from
behind. He began to rub her tummy and
breasts in the provocative manner that usually got him what he wanted. Janine squirmed in mock resistance, enjoying
the turn-on and grateful for the interruption.
"Mmm, I've got to go Samantha, my child needs me,"
Janine said before abruptly hanging up with her friend. “Thanks, Roger sweetie!”
“I
have a surprise for you sweetheart! Are
you ready for something different tonight?”
“I
know that look of yours Roger! Have you picked up one of those movies for us
again?”
“No
I haven’t, I have something even better planned. This is going to require an
open mind. Will you trust me?”
“Should I…?”
A
short time later, they arrived at an exclusive local hotel that Roger had
scoped out, but that neither of them had ever visited before. Their room had been reserved and ready for
them before they reached the front desk.
*
When
Daryll stepped into the luxury hotel room, he was
quite unprepared for the scene before him.
Bound to the posts of the antique bed, legs wide apart, a handkerchief
tied over her mouth, and wearing nothing but a slinky and inviting nightgown,
was a petite, well-groomed, and ravishingly beautiful white woman. She was luxuriously propped up with pillows
so that she was comfortably supported in a semi-reclining position near the
foot of the bed, with her knees bent and her legs spread. Her thin, shapely legs appeared smooth and
silky. Her taught belly, small breasts and large, sumptuous nipples were
clearly visible through the ultra-sheer material of her gown.
Her
eyes widened to saucer-shape as he approached, and her sounds of panic, while
muffled and unintelligible, were quite unmistakable. Her supple, wavy, light-brown hair flowed
luxuriously across her shoulders and chest as she began to struggle against the
silk restraints. As she struggled, the delicately
defined muscles of her fit arms, legs, and torso flexed with the precision and
strength of one who practices Yoga diligently.
In response, Daryll’s cock involuntarily
stiffened. His next conscious thought, however, was that he was headed for trouble
and that he must leave immediately. Before he could move away, the captive
woman’s robe-clad husband reassuringly put his hand on the young man’s shoulder
and prodded him a bit closer to his wife and the bed.
“This
little ritual is all part of how my wife works herself up to excitement,” Roger
spoke confidentially into Daryll’s ear. While this
was an outright lie, it seemed to Roger 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 there in the chair." As Roger retreated to a close vantage point,
he felt misgivings -- some possessiveness, and possibly a bit of jealousy. He also now worried, more than a bit too
late, how Janine might react to being thrust into this rather extreme
situation. Now that his fantasy was
becoming reality, Roger was beginning to realize how much trouble he would find
himself in if this did not go well.
Deciding
that he dare not speak, Daryll instead 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, mesmerized, as the young black man’s
chest muscles and abdomen gracefully strained and relaxed as he removed his socks.
All 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.
As
Daryll advanced towards her, she 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 with the
effect that she was wiggling her breasts and hips in a slow and undulating
pattern. Her eyelids began to close and flicker lightly and rapidly.
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, silently asking her if
she would like him to remove the gag.
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 with it on the stranger could not kiss
her mouth. Still, his offer made her
feel that she could somehow trust him.
He sat down high on the bed and bent to get close to 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 large,
cool hands 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 involuntarily
rolled her head back gracefully to encourage his lips to 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 betrayed her pleasure. As he gently breathed into and tongued the
opening of her ear, he rubbed her taught belly and then began to clench at her
gown, gradually hiking up the material so that it no longer covered her crotch
fully. Because of the manner in which
her legs were tethered to the bed, her cunt was now
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 Janine, he too
would be able to make love to her. This
was proving to be quite a challenge. He
watched the 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 nightie, 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 thighs securely and comfortably to the room's elegant
wrought-iron bed frame with the knowledge that he was readying his wife for
another man, 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 departure from their occasional light-bondage fantasy
routine. Janine seemed a bit worried,
but before any words could get in the way, Roger fastened the cloth over her
mouth, across her cheeks and behind her head.
He primped her in her nightgown and gently stroked her silky brown hair
with her favorite brush until it practically radiated energy. He took a comb from the suitcase and began to
gently stroke her soft pubic hair. He
correctly assumed that Janine would think that this foreplay was to ready her
for himself. Eventually they heard a
quiet knocking at the door which caused Janine to flinch. She was more that a
bit surprised when Roger gave her a peck on the cheek and got up to answer the
door. In that instant she knew that the rules had radically changed.
*
Daryll’s massive cock came roaring out of its den
with inadequate warning. Although the deftness of his wet tongue on her clit
had stirred her longing for him, nothing could have truly prepared Janine, (nor Roger for that matter) for the shock of seeing the young
black man’s enormous, fully erect penis for the first time. As he readied himself for her and stepped
closer, she stared hypnotically as his huge, pendulous boner swung from side to
side, its thick base anchored to his torso like the trunk of an imposing,
ancient tree. Adrenaline pumped through
her body and her vulva overflowed with a lubricating wetness. Janine, bound and captive, felt palpably that
she was now prey snared by a ravenous predator.
She had a sense, on a visceral level, of the inevitable and her body now
reflexively primed itself for the onslaught of his huge sex organ. As the implications of the shocking length
and incredible thickness of his prick began to consciously register in her
mind, her intense, primal craving to have him deep within her paradoxically
woke 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 woman as well as a devoted wife, and she wasn't sure
she could deal with the guilt of having been unfaithful to her marriage. She
became outraged that Roger had put her into this position. But in the next
instant it came to her that this had all been her husband's doing! In that moment she realized that she could
actually come out of the situation with perhaps the greatest fuck of her life
AND the moral superiority of having done this at the behest of her
husband. This was a "no-lose"
situation!
As
Daryll hovered over her with his fully rigid cock and
stared into her eyes for a clue to her mindset, she began to wriggle,
struggling seductively against the resistance of her silk bindings. She flexed the muscles of her lithe body and
stared back provocatively into Daryll’s eyes as if to
say “Fuck me!” Janine delightedly tuned in to the pure perfection of her
situation, turned-on by the realization that she was about to be screwed by
this magnificent black male right under her husband’s nose. She was certainly not going to hold back for
Roger’s benefit. Roger wanted a show, and a show was what he was going to
get! He would now pay for his audacity
by bearing witness to the extreme, unrestrained pleasure she planned to enjoy
with this outrageous stud in the role of an irrelevant bystander.
Daryll also seemed to lose any
inhibition he might have previously harbored. He pounced upon her, kissing her
firm stomach, licking her sensitive nipples and her throat, and finally
gathering and pulling her gown up to her chin.
His strong arms and large hands worked their way beneath her bare body,
past the small of her back, and down to her firm, petite 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 gingerly contact her moist labia. The head of Daryll’s massive cock probed imploringly at the outer banks
of her womanhood, poking shallowly into her slippery cunt
lips as if to discover the proper route into her depths. “Mmmmm,” a
flirtatious and encouraging moan quietly escaped Janine’s nostrils. When his
rod had found the path into her well-primed canal, he lingered enticingly at
the periphery of her impatient cunt, enjoying the
anticipation of what would happen next. Her moaning became playful and sexy,
imploring him to put his cock further into her. In an instant he penetrated
her, the massive width of his rock-hard dick stretching the entrance to 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 first
tentatively and then slightly deeper into her, causing new excitement and
providing a type of vaginal stimulation she had never experienced before. Almost out of curiosity, to see whether she
could repel the advance of this huge cock within her, she tightened her pelvic
muscles and attempted to squeeze herself closed. But because she was spread so wide, her
maneuver actually served to massage Daryll's thick
rod in a way that invited further penetration. As she bore down with her pelvic
muscles, the walls of her slick vagina closed comfortably around his rigid
cock, and when she let up on the gripping, he slowly slid yet further into her
primed body. Her moaning became
progressively more passionate as she coaxed her lover gradually deeper into her
vulva. Instinctively she repeated her
muscular contractions, and as he worked himself farther into her, their sex
organs tuned themselves to each other.
Janine found herself engaged in an entirely new and unfamiliar, yet
intimate and passionate dialog, so natural it seemed "right." The two
lovers were now working together as a team; each partner's effort intensifying
their own and each other's pleasure. As
he pumped his massive, thick rod in and out of her creamy vagina, her feminine
cistern sang 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 new, powerful frequency, and she desired only
that this volcanic 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 muzzled mouth. She
strained unsuccessfully, but now in earnest, at the silk scarves restraining
her arms, desperate to grab hold of this man’s buttocks to pull him further
into her. Instinctively, Daryll balanced and propped himself on his elbows and
spread wide his powerful fingers rhythmically gripping and kneading her
buttocks, drawing her more intimately around him. The primitive portion of her brain commanded
her legs, thighs, and her hostage gluteal muscles to
intensify the coordinated vaginal massage of his powerfully hard and throbbing
penis. His powerful, confident thrusts
were matched perfectly by the engulfing, almost smothering contractions of her
hot and viscous vagina. After an interval that seemed prolonged and yet
fleeting, the drama between the two lovers began to near its apogee. Sensing the inevitable, Daryll
plunged even deeper into her nurturing warmth 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 his condom.
In response, she screamed out partially muffled wails of profound
ecstasy as her vagina contracted in intense orgasm, releasing her own
magnificent flood of sticky wetness. As
her nervous system finally overloaded, her body began to tremble uncontrollably
and her vocalizations trailed off into a mix of grateful sobbing and tears, as
she entered a world beyond critical thought, beyond all concerns...
*
Roger
watched as Janine writhed beneath Daryll in pure
ecstasy, evidently enjoying sex more intensely with the young man than she had
ever experienced it before. He feared that at any moment he might himself
ejaculate even though he had long since stopped touching himself. He watched
his wife leave him for a new place that, ironically, he tried not to imagine
too vividly lest he cum prematurely.
Janine was always a quiet lover and her demonstrative moaning and spasms
simultaneously titillated him and tormented him, as her pleasure painfully
drove home to him that he was on the outside looking in at the ecstasy she was
experiencing just a few feet away from him. His carefully crafted plans had
been realized and had come to fruition.
Yet his mental state was a confused mixture of anguish, erotic
stimulation, jealousy, envy, desire, pride, and overflowing love for his wife. Daryll was endowed and capable beyond all expectations, and
clearly his sexy wife was enjoying the encounter with the black man well beyond
any of his previous fantasies. The
chemistry between Janine and Daryll seemed so
powerful and animalistic that Roger questioned whether he could ever again
satisfy his desirable wife. Janine’s
moaning, despite her gag, had become so loud and intense that he began to worry
that a concerned citizen might call the authorities to intervene. Finally, when the rhythm of Janine and Daryll's shared rapture slowed and then finally abated,
Roger realized that, indeed, 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 nervously began to
remove the wet handkerchief from her face.
The moment was approaching when he would discover whether his wife would
throttle him for his audacity or accept the gift he had given her. Her body
felt warm, limp and soggy as he put his arms around her and held her
close. Although she was completely
spent, her breathing was still quick. To
his great relief, she was weakly laughing, almost chuckling, as she whispered
to him, “That was great!” and sloppily kissed his mouth. 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 kissed him sweetly. "Touch me,"
she murmured into his ear.
Feeling
a great psychological relief at her acceptance of him, he began to touch her
clit gently as he had so many times in the past. The idea that she now felt somehow different,
somehow foreign to him registered in his mind.
He became highly aroused as she closed her delicate hand around his
penis. He gently pulled away and Janine knew that he wished to wait for her to
cum again. She kissed him tenderly and wetly on his mouth as he gently touched
her still engorged and slippery clitoris.
She became aroused again as she wordlessly directed her husband's
ministrations with her facile tongue. The delicate and intricate nuances of her
wet kisses playing over Roger’s lips told his fingers exactly how to please
her. All of the previous excitement with
Daryll, as well as the comforting closeness,
compliant clitoral stimulation and now consummated kissing soon overwhelmed
her. She buckled and stiffened her
abdominal muscles, moaning softly and privately, as she came in what could only
be described as an aftershock to the previous earthquake.
Sleepily,
she put her heels closer together and threw open her thighs in invitation,
exposing her swollen wet cunt to allow him to enter
her. He wasted no time mounting her
moist and relaxed body. His stiff,
unprotected cock was able to penetrate her very wet, loose, and highly
lubricated labia with an almost unnatural effortlessness. He plunged fully into
her and experienced a vague feeling, unsettling yet exciting, that he was
fucking a woman other than his wife. As
he kissed her, he 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 love and prolonged stimulation. They stirred from sleep together some hours
later, murmuring and kissing as they renewed their commitment to one another.
For
many nights their shared experience of that special night fueled hot,
passionate sessions of lovemaking. While
both Roger and Janine felt that they were close to each other, they never
talked too explicitly of that evening’s events.
Once or twice Roger had tried to find out from Janine just “how good?” Daryll had been, but Janine would only say that the night
had been “very special” and that she had “enjoyed to closeness of both men in
different ways.” Roger had left it at that, somewhat unsettled but happy that
he had been able to provide such an exciting experience for his wife. Indeed,
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 truly been an exceptional experience; one that he felt would be unwise
to repeat.