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# Posted: 9 Jun 2008 06:26:43
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In a way I almost envious of you, you have this unique position of constant sexual arousal and fulfillment, in a way you experience an almost continuous orgasm in what your wife refers as your "subspace". You serve her and myself in a way I never could in your position.
At first I was put off, I couldn't seem to see you as the kind of guy who'd even want another man to take his wife, no less myself.
Perhaps it was my sexual conquests, the photo album I showed you of all the various women I'd been with over the years, or maybe just your secretary who seemed to fawn over me the way you wish your wife would you.
Whatever your reasons YOU were the one who approached me, it was why I was even more put off by your attitude when I first took your wife that night.
I remember her delight at the door, that special gleam in her eyes, perhaps you two had set it up, or, perhaps, as you said, I took her for my own, it was a delight all to It's own, so delicious in It's wonder.
You asked me to tell you stories, to tell you and your wife stories over the dinner table, to help build your sexual excitement with each other, you told me this would allow you to bridge the sexual gap between you two.
It is only frustrating that you did not see the inevitable occur, more so if you had planned it to begin with.
In any case, I told you stories, one in particular seemed to charm your wife.
I am not the strong brute my appearance seems to give people, I am fit but I am very much a poet at heart, even as I press myself deeper inside of her than you will ever know...
It was one that delighted her, one in particular...
"Tiffany wasn't the best looker but she had something about her, a fire inside of her that caused me to remember her so vividly." I held the glass of wine in my hand.
I'd known Tiffany from my short trip to Argentina, or, I should be more precise, she preferred that I'd call her Tiffany, fearful that others would discover her sexual voracity in her small town and look down on her for it.
We did not start slowly, in fact, it seemed that the moment we saw one another we jumped in bed.
Her hips were particularly delightful, the way they curved to form the most wonderful ebony ass you could find, I was fixated.
From the moment I laid her down in her bed I could do naught but run my hands along her curvaceous ass, to hold and caress the skin as it pinched and suckled into my gripping palm, it more than increased my sexual desire for her.
By the time I could move my hands from her and press my tongue so deep into her mouth my animal-like lust had reached it's crescendo, I grabbed her soft her and pulled her down onto the small bed as I lay atop her.
It was enough to lie there, kissing and nibbling her soft neck as my hand reached back around to her hips, her thighs coming to meet my touch as I moved even further down.
TIffany was something special, I drove her desire to It's boiling point, she grabbed my head and nearly tore it off as she screamed at me, raping my ears with her scream. "Fuck me! Fuck me you white bastard!" she cried out in deep passion, acheing for my touch.
I could only smile, laughing at her desperation as I continued to kiss and touch her so softly, edging her to her inevitable insanity.
Her body shook so violently, yet, she made no attempt to deny me, no attempt to force me onto her, she could only beg under her breath... "please...please oh god please" over and over as I touched her.
"It was when I first realized my desire to see a woman so beautiful at my feet. The power, the control over her everything, it was a sexual release all It's own." I twirled the small glass of wine around in my hands. "Anyways..." I closed my eyes and looked up at your wife.
You were shocked, mouth agape at how easy it was for me to tell such a story in front of a woman as seemingly demure as your wife.
Perhaps you were hoping I would only get her to open up a little, to express herself just a little more sexually, perhaps you were hoping she would kick me out for my crude words.
No, what she did say instead was...
"My God, you are an amazing man, how can you afford to do this? I mean, no, I apologize if I insulted..."
"It is alright." I set the glass down. "In truth, I don't have to simply take a job in the mail-room, I really don't have to work at all if anything, yet, it makes me feel alive, as if I have earned it"
"Did you inherit it or something?" She seemed curious, focused solely on me.
It was a wonder to see you as you were, so desperately quiet, as if the silence was your way of begging for your wifes attention, instead, she could only see me, hear me.
"No, I simply invested what money I could while I was young, doing odd jobs here and there, eventually I earned enough to be set for life when I turned 22, yet, it never made me feel alive."
"But why a mail-clerk? Surely you're more intelligent than that?" They were simply questions to detract you from her true intentions...
Her legs had played a very different conversation, asking very different question as they reached out to outline my growing cock.
It is something you may never know, the pleasure of such seductive legs playing down alongside your member as it stretches down into your pant leg.
I did not need to see your wife's legs to know their smoothness, their fullness. Her seductive toes as they lightly tried to grab at my cock, to trace them down to It's tip.
It was as she licked her lip, pursing it as she looked at me with a look of satisfaction as she reached the tip of my cock, it was to her delight that it became stiff and rigid to her ministrations.
"Anyways, your stories are so fascinating. It is so unfortunate that my husband and I here are so unexperienced, I have never even known the pleasure of being ravished as you say..."
"Honey..." You plead with your wife, it was not your intention that she tell me of your sexual prowess.
"Yes..." I leaned in, causing her to pout as her foot fell to the ground. "Your husband had approached me in the hopes that I might teach you two something new to try."
"Oh? Did he now?" She looked to you with a light, approved smile.
"Yes, though, I am not sure he fully understands why it is he is incapable of doing for you what I have done for so many."
"You have lived a very exciting life..." Your wife smiled again back to me.
It was more than just my Member, no, in a way, even if I had been smaller then you, the excitement I brought to her table, the tales, the poetry in my voice and words were what really brought her so much interest.
It is not simply that I outclassed you in my size or shape in body and cock, it was that I was blessed with an intelligence and drive that you, someone so middle management, did not have.
"Do tell." Your wife spoke up, refusing your right to interfere.
"Tell me that you want me, tell me that you desire me so.." I focused my intention solely on your wife.
"I..." She almost couldn't, looking to you as if you were to encourage her.
"Honey, I'm not sure..." You started.
"This is what I intend to help you understand." I looked back at you. "That what you desire, what you gain from this, from your wife, is far more than this boring life you have lived."
"But..." You looked to me with begging eyes. "No." You shook your head and stood. "This isn't what I wanted." As if you had suddenly changed your mind.
"Sit down." Your wife commanded.
And there it was, a click, a small little flashing light that went off in your head.
You should feel special, not everyone is given this unique lightbulb, it clicked for you, to be so submissive to your Wife, even if you had not known it, this was what you'd always wanted.
It was what you needed.
"Yes. I desire you. I want you. I..." Her face flushed red. "I need you." She looked back, her lower lip quivering.
And, to your wife, something special.
It is the power few women have, the power to submit and dominate in one setting, the power to give to me what she had always wanted to give to you and take from you all of the things you had done so from her.
You must have known then and there that you could no longer be her husband, her man, her lover, you must have known by the way she looked at me that she was no longer completely yours.
"Good. Very good." I placed my elbows on the table, resting my chin in my hands as I stared at her non-chalantly. "Take off your shirt."
"Here? In front of him?" She looked back at you again.
"Tell her, tell her to do so for me, tell her It's what you want."
"I...honey..." You were defeated, yet, it was always what you'd wanted. "Please, do as he says."
Then, with a look of disgust thrown your way she stared back at me, longing to please me, she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to her chair behind her.
"Are you ashamed?" I smiled as she blushed.
"Yes, I feel weird that he is here."
"It is simple, give him a request."
"What should I...?" We spoke as if you were simply a thing, an object.
To which you were.
"Try, what do you wish now?"
"Honey." Without further word she spoke to you, refusing to look at you in her disgust of your pathetic behavior. "Go fetch us some more wine." She commanded.
You obeyed without question, leaving us briefly in silence.
Her desires were far more apparent, her look of abandon, her wanton lust reached it's pique, she rose from her place, beckoning me with her eyes.
I needed no further insistence, moving to stand beside her I took her in my arms and forced my tongue into her mouth, raping her will from her body as she melted into me.
You returned, stunned at the site of her display. That she could so easily kiss me, that so much passion could be in a simple kiss.
"Oh God..." Your wife pleaded as she broke the kiss, her nails scratching at my shirt. "You are so sexy, I haven't felt like this in so long...." She whimpered, almost crying as I combed my fingers through her hair.
"Hmph." I laughed as I grasped her hair. "He seems to be waiting for us to take our drinks." I spoke of you as the object you had become, the nothing. "Command him, control him, it is what he desires, punish him, it is what you..."
"Take off your clothes." She waved her hands at you.
It was the prospect which excited you, thinking that maybe, just maybe it was all preliminary, maybe you could somehow join in on the fun, maybe it was all a set-up for a three way.
"....I see..." I looked down, containing my amusement.
"I stopped short after the first time we'd had sex. I feel almost like he tricked me, making me wait to sleep with him until after. Then, it wouldn't even be that bad if he didn't finish so quickly..."
This abject humiliation seemed to flush your body red.
Standing Naked in your own kitchen for such ridicule was far more than you could handle, you wept, looking down to the ground as you desperately tried to cover yourself.
"I'm sorry..." Was all you could muster. "I'm sorry." You pleaded. "Please...."
Your wife stood beside me, her head on my right shoulder as she looked lovingly to my eyes.
You seemed so unsure, was it more humiliating that we would see you for all you are or that she could so easily ignore you in the face of someone so superior to you.
She was mine as she melted into me, biting and scratching at me to remove my clothes.
It took but nothing for her to command you by then.
"Remove all of this stuff, I want him to take me here."
"You are so pushy." I smiled, overlooking your absent-mindedness.
"S-Sorry..." She stuttered back.
"It's ok."
You obeyed.
As she lay her beautiful body on the table her soft legs pushed up and laid out as her ass pressed into the cold of the wooden table.
It was so pitiful to see you there, your small dick aching behind the cover of your hand as you watched and stared in silence as I took your woman, your wife, your love, yet, you could not help it, you were still so horny, so over the top.
"Go on, tug on your little cock until you spurt, I want to take her when you are of full mind, I do not want you to simply see this as tolerable, I want you to hate every single minute of it."
The shame, the humiliation as I crossed my arms and waited for you to finish. The excitement was far too much, you'd only needed a brief minute before I could return to your wife.
Your wife was not even looking at you, she could only masturbate herself, beckoning me to take her then and there before you.
Still you remained quiet, lost like a young child trying not to be naughty, you looked to me for guidance directly, so confused by everything before you.
"Do you want me to take her? To have her?"
"Yes...no..." You whimpered.
"Go stand in the corner." I pointed. "Listen, I want you to become aroused while you listen to your wife for what she really has."
"You can't talk to me like that."
I knew before I'd even started that your overbearing masculinity would return after your pitiful orgasm, it was far from unexpected.
It was exactly as I wanted.
It's funny the way a man will change when he cums, he could be so submissive, so sexually free one moment then so different the next, so focused on re-establishing his horrible masculinity, even before my obviously superior size and build.
"The different between you and I is my willpower, I could so easily beat you down right here and now, yet, there is a much easier way to settle this argument..." I turned back.
"Oh god, please, please, I need you so bad." Your wife whimpered.
Your look of pity, realizing your own situation as you looked down on yourself, nothing was happening.
"Go on then, ravish your nubile wife, take her where she lie." I invited you.
"...." You were silent, stepping back in defeat.
"You can't, can you? Do you know why? This is not who you are, this is not who you should be. You are submissive, you seek to serve, even as you demand." I pointed once more to the corner. "Go, stand in the corner. Listen as I take her from you, grow aroused as you imagine all of the things I will do to her."
As I had with so many others I took my time.
Approaching from the table I kissed and caressed her feet and legs, sucking lightly on her toes as I massaged and caressed her feet and thighs.
Again she begged, her moans becoming louder as my touch became obvious to her.
And you could only imagine, wondering at what I was doing to her and how I could make her moan already in ways you'd never even known.
When finally her begging had stopped I entered inside of her, biting her neck hard as I first felt her tightness.
"There, right there." Your wife moaned as I'd reached only a small ways in. "That is all I have felt for so long and nothing so thick, so full." She moaned at me, holding my hips to pull me in slowly "Please be gentle, I've never...."
"I know, It's ok." I whispered as i nibbled on her ear.
"Ooooooooh!" Your wife screamed as I entered her completely, slowly tearing away what was once yours.
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