A good husband

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 chose 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 lovemaking 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.