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 One Wild Night...

   Note: This is a work of fiction.  All characters, places & events are
the product of the

   author's imagination.  Any coincidence is regretted.

   (This is a continuation of my previous story.  The previous part was the
husband's recollection, this one is the wife continuing the story.  I am
hoping to make this a somewhat long series, which actually could be turned
into a book.  Hence, there might be episodes which may not have any sex in
them, but romance will certainly be there.)

   As I hung there in your arms, I felt satiated.  My hunger had been
satisfied.  I looked in your eyes, and I felt your love for me.  It was as
if the past few days never existed.  I felt sorry that due to my work, we
had been unable to enjoy each others' companionship and fellowship.  I
decided that from now on, my husband would be my number one priority. 
Suddenly you lower your mouth, our lips meet, and we kiss.  It is not a
passionate kiss.  This one is a slow, langurous kiss, which sets all my
nerves jangling.  Slowly you set me down, but still hold me very close.

   "Did you enjoy that?" you ask.

   "Very much", I reply.

   Slowly we kiss again, and then separate.  We cook dinner, you helping
with laying out the table.  Then we have a nice dinner, and go to bed.  We
seek each other out, and hug, and go to sleep.

   Next day at work, I get a very devilish idea.  I know that you loved a
girl before we married, because you had told me yourself.  I decide to have
some fun at her expense.  I get my secretary to call you posing as Cynthia,
and invite you on a date.  My secretary is excellent at getting men to
agree for dates.  She has never been refused a date.  You are caught in a
dilemma.  You had forgotten her, and now suddenly she was back.  Finally
out of curiosity, you agree to meet her (Cynthia, not my secretary) at her
house for dinner.  You call me up and inform me that Cynthia wanted to meet
you.  I give you my permission trying to inject some jealousy into my
voice, trying to control my laughter, imagining your face.

   Michelle, my secretary is a darling.  She had agreed to lend me her
house for the evening activity.  As it is she had a date, and she wasn't
supposed to be home till late at night.  She tells me, "You take your time
and enjoy.  I can wait in the car if I come early.  Do not hurry because of
me.  You have got a wonderful man.  Make him happy."

   You reach Michelle's house using the directions given to you.  There you
find a note, seemingly from Cynthia (typed by me) telling you to get
comfortable, and that she would be there in a short while.  It also said
that he should blindfold himself with the scarf placed beside him, or else
she would go away.  I & Michelle are watching you through the windows, and
are cracking up with laughter.  We can see you picking up the scarf, and
debating whether to put it on or not.  Finally you put it on.

   It was time for the fun to begin.  Michelle left, and I slowly entered
the room where you were.  I pick up the rope and slowly approach you.  You
sense somebody there.

   "Who's there?"

   "Shhh.  Just relax & enjoy." I am speak in a hoarse voice, so that he
would not recognize me.

   "Cynthia, I have to tell you something.  I'm happily married and I..."

   "...love your wife, isn't it?  Yet you loved me once, and I want to see
whether that love is still there.  Don't worry.  Just relax.  I've learnt a
few tricks, and I promise you that you'll enjoy this time." As I am
speaking, I make a loop of the rope.  I put the loop on his wrist, and
tighten it.  You try to jerk your hand away, but I was ready for it, and
tie the other end to the back rest of the chair.  I do the same to the
other hand.  You have a guilty feeling, but at the same time, a small lump
of excitement starts to bubble up inside you.  I can feel the heat begin to
increase, and as I feel it, your penis starts to get an erection.  You are
still trying to control yourself, but your body is betraying you.

   I unbutton your shirt and expose your beautiful chest.  Then I go to the
kitchen and bring a bowl of ice-cubes.  I take one and slowly touch it to
your lips.  You shiver.  I then lean and brush my lips against yours.  Just
a brush.  Anything more and you would recognize me through my scent.  You
try to flinch away, and also come closer, both at the same time, but
because you are tied to the chair, you can't move.

   I trail my hand down to your chest, just lightly touching your skin with
the ice.  I slowly circle your nipples with the ice.  They pucker up a
little.  I lean forward and take one in my mouth.  I have never done this
before, and am surprised by your reaction.  You give a jerk and I can feel
your erection getting stronger.

   I move further down.  The ice has melted, so I put it on your lips, and
push it inside.  You close your lips on my finger and suck on it.  I'm also
beginning to get aroused, but I wanted this to last a long time, so I get
up.  I squat down and then slowly unbutton your trousers.  Then, while
pulling your zipper down, I press my hand against your penis, and I feel
your hardness, and your heat.  My vagina begins to get lubricated.

   I try to pull your trousers, but you make it very hard because you are
sitting, and unless you raise your buttocks, I can't remove your pants.  I
tell you so, and you just tell me to leave him alone.  I feel proud that
even though he is so aroused & excited he still doesn't want to go through
with this, because he thinks Cynthia is doing this, and he doesn't want to
have sex with her.  That feeling itself takes me so close to the edge, that
I have to pull back, and will myself to calm down.

   "Please don't make this any harder on you."

   "See, I love my wife, and I don't want to do this."

   "Well, I'm too excited (which wasn't a lie) not to do this, so if you
relax, you will make it more enjoyable for you.  So please raise your
buttocks so that I can remove your bloody pants which are coming in the
way."

   "Go to hell" you say through clenched teeth.

   "Fine, then.  Have it your way", and I lean closer and grab your
erection through your pants.  I give a squeeze and then release it.  I push
my hand under the waist band of your undies and then grab your penis.  The
moment my bare hand touches your penis, you give a violent jerk, betraying
your mounting passion.  Even your penis is throbbing.  I remove it from
your undies, pick up an ice-cube and slowly touch your penis with the
ice-cube.  You must have felt something, because your penis suddenly starts
to become more engorged.  I just couldn't resist any longer, and I lean
forward and take your penis into my mouth.  (I have never given you oral
sex before, but now seeing how much you are beginning to like it, I decide
that every now and then I would pleasure you orally, even though personally
I did not like to do it.  Anything for you, my darling.)

   I begin sucking on it.  Slowly I take it whole into my mouth.  I press
my teeth on it lightly.  I move my head back, releasing it.  Again I take
it into my mouth, beginning to make love to your penis with my mouth.  I
can feel you getting more excited.  I can see you trying to control
yourself, clenching your fists, and I realize that you are going to have an
orgasm.  I continue sucking on your penis till the very last minute, and
then the moment you orgasm, I pull your pants out from under you, as you
rise up in excitement.  You shoot sperm up in the air and I realize that I
will have a lot of cleaning to do.

   Finally your orgasm ebbs, and your penis softens.  I take a wet tissue
and begin cleaning you up.  When I reach your penis, I softly start to rub
it.  By now you are getting into the mood.  Against your will, you begin to
get aroused.  I can feel that you are still not happy with the situation
despite your arousal.  Before your will begins to assert yourself, I decide
to take this to the next level.

   I put on some music, switch off all the lights, except the dim light,
which throws just enough light for you to see my silhoute, without
recognizing me.  From behind the chair, so that you can't see me, I remove
your blindfold.  But I still leave you tied to the chair so that you cannot
move.  Then beforeyour eyes I start to do a strip-tease.  By the time I
finish, I can see that you are excited again.  Your penis is throbbing with
excitement.  I come close, then change my direction, and move towards the
light switch.  I switch the lights on, and you suddenly gasp and screw your
eyes shut, because your eyes cannot adjust suddenly to the bright light. 
Seeing my chance, I slip the blindfold over your eyes.

   In doing so, my vagina grazes your penis.  My vagina begins to throb,
and I can see your penis begin to strain.  My resolve to prolong the
pleasure begins to weaken.  And then suddenly you starin forward and your
penis manages to touch my clitoris, which by then has swollen to painful
proportions.  This alone manages to send me over the edge, and my body is
racked with the throes of an orgasm.  All my decisions to prolong break
down, and without a warning I suddenly raise myself and squat on your legs,
embedding your penis deep inside my vagina.  You let out a gasp of pleasure
mixed with pain, because it is an unnatural angle.

   By now we both aregone too far to care about anything else except our
passions, and our need to satisfy our body's cravings.  I get a kick when I
realize that you have no control over anything.  Previously, you were
always the one who had control.  I realize that asserting control sometimes
can be a real good thing.  My need for release shuts out all other
thoughts. I start to milk your penis using my pelvic muscles (which are
quite strong due to my swimming habit).  That alone is enough to get you
aroused.  I reach my hand down and rub my clitoris.  I feel the urge to
feel your lips on my breats, so I lean forward and offer my nipples to your
seeking mouth.  I begin to do situps on you, pshing myself up and down,
impaled on your penis.

   Your lips sucking my nipples, your penis filling my vagina, and my
fingers rubbing my clitoris slowly begin to take me to another orgasm.  I
can feel your penis enlarge, and know that you are also coming close to
release.  I suddenly move away, and then crush my lips against yours.  Our
lips entwine in a deep, passionate, lusty, long kiss.  Now you are sure. 
You break away, and then sensing that I'm hloding my position, you suddenly
lean forward and lick my chest, and murmur, "Darling this is the best day
of my life!"

   As you sya those words, you suddenly jerk and convulse as a shattering
orgasm grips you.  The feel of your sperm shooting into me, and the
realization that you have recognized me, combine to send me over the edge,
and I shudder as a massive orgasm flows through me.  Finally, what seems
like hours later, as the aftershocks of our earth shattering orgasms
subside, I lean forward, take your blindfold off, and murmur in your year,
"Yes darling!  Mine too!"...
   (To be continued...