To: My Net Friends
From: SeeShow (Jim) 
Note: Received part of this story from a very sexy 28 year old
married women. I call it...     

                    HE'S JUST TOO NICE!

My husband's a sweet man who can't do enough for me, and all my
friends seem to envy me. They complain that their husbands are
always at a bar behaving really selfishly, whereas Sam is always
helping out around the house. He's a considerate lover, too. But
that's part of the problem. I feel that he is TOO nice to me,
especially where sex is concerned. If he feels in a sexy mood, but
I'm a bit tired, or just not madly raring to go, he always says he
understands and leaves me alone. The result is it's nearly always me
who gets things going. I finally got tired of never having a really
strong dominate man in the house and have taken action to change the
situation. I have deliberately pushed my husband into a situation
where I felt he had to act.

The first thing I did was to try and make him jealous. It took me a
while, even with my very considerate nice husband, but I persuaded
Sam that I needed to have sex more often than he does, and that I
ought to have an occasional lover, as long as I'm very discreet
about it. He was obviously quite shocked, but because he's so
tolerant and understanding he eventually agreed to allow me to have
lovers. What I really wanted him to do was to explode, spank my ass
for even suggesting it, and screw the shit out of me on the spot!
His benign attitude somehow just made me angry deep inside. So, to
punish him, I suppose I went a bit wild.

I started going out two or three times a week with my single
girlfriends to bars and clubs. Of course we got picked up by men,
and one night I went back to a man's flat as part of a foursome just
for a drink or two. My girlfriend left with her date after a few
drinks. My partner was young and attractive, and I thought that just
by staying out all night with him I could make Sam jealous I
suggested that I sleep on the couch as we both had a bit too much to
drink for him to take me home. But my young friend made it obvious
he had no intention of letting me stay unless he had some sexual fun
with me. So, against my better judgement, I let him undress me on
his living room carpet.

I tried to keep him content with kissing and petting, but as soon as
I was naked I realized I didn't want to hold him back and besides I
felt there was probably no way that I could hold him off (I'd
forgotten all men aren't like Sam!). Before I know it he was pushing
me onto my back and climbing on top of me and we had intercourse. It
was the first time I'd ever been unfaithful, and it changed
everything. Suddenly, I knew I could sleep with men other than my
husband, and enjoy it. In fact, knowing that I was being wicked made
it even more exciting for me!

Sam never even asked me what I was up to, with my going out so often
and staying out all night sometimes. At first, I was glad he didn't
ask me anything. Then I begin to resent his lack of curiosity more
and more. I started to hint to him that I was doing more than
kissing and cuddling with the men I meet. When that didn't get a
reaction, I slowly made it clear that I'd been having sex, and  it
was very good sex indeed. His lack of angry reaction to my
revelations increased my resolve to push him to the limits where my
sexual promiscuity was concerned! Not too long after my revelation
to him concerning how much I was having and enjoying sex with other
men a situation developed that just several months ago I would have
thought was an unthinkable possibility for me, but I was now ready
to explore new options. It so happened that I was with a married man
one night and there wasn't a convenient apartment to go back to with
him. So I did something completely outrageous. At two o'clock in the
morning I telephoned Sam from the nightclub and asked if it was all
right if I bring home a guest. When he said OK, I decided to be very
perverse and so I said, "Oh by the way, do you mind if he uses our
bed, darling? You won't mind going in the spare bedroom for one
night, will you?"

To my astonishment he agreed! I was still cautious when I reached
home, thinking that Sam might just explode, so I made my lover
tiptoe upstairs. The main bedroom was empty, but when my male friend
and I got undressed and into a bed that was still warm I told him to
keep as quiet as possible, so as not to rub Sam's nose in it. But as
soon as my hot stud started to stroke my breasts, then slid his hand
down between my legs, and my breathing began to get faster, I knew
that it was going to be sweet agony to keep control of myself. And,
of course, as we started to hump and I felt my climax approaching,
it became impossible. I always climax very nosily, and all of a
sudden I was moaning and wailing while a stranger pumped his sperm
into me, and my husband laid in bed listening in the very next room!


Once he had let me get away with that, there was no holding me back.
Soon I was having lovers over several times a week. I know this is
hard to believe but, Sam even started to bring me morning tea in bed
when I'd be lying there naked with a new lover. I had to explain to
my boyfriends that, yes he is my husband but that he is just extra
tolerant.

And that's how it happened with Ken, a black man, who I meet at a
bar. He's in his early twenties with a beautiful body which is a
gorgeous coffee color, but his best part is in his trousers! His
cock is magnificent. It's such a nice shape - when he peeled down
his pants in our bedroom I almost called Sam in to admire it! - he's
also got the most incredible energy. Most men are hard pushed to
manage more than twice, but my black man had me a good four or five
times our first night together! AND each time he came he seems to
fill my pussy with even more spunk than the time before.

By the morning I'd never felt so ravished in my life, but I was so
sore I could hardly move! But as I reached over to him to wake him I
felt that he was stiff again! Immediately he turned to me and his
huge coffee-colored hands started roaming over my body, fondling my
breasts and caressing my bottom. At first I thought he was only
joking, teasing me - we were both laughing - but his hand moved
between my legs and began to finger and stroke my pussy. I kept
telling him to stop because I could hear Sam moving about
downstairs. But then he started to massage my nipples and my
clitoris at the same time, and I felt the most incredible feelings
beginning to envelope me.
  
In a minute I was panting, knowing I should stop now, but so damp
and clinging I didn't have  the will to push him away. Then I heard
my husband coming up the stairs. I feel a horrible spurt of panic
because I knew Sam was bringing us our morning tea. I know he'd
brought me tea half a dozen times when I'd been sitting up in bed
with a lover, not even bothering to cover my breasts. I know that he
had HEARD me having sex through the bedroom wall. But he'd never
actually SEEN me doing anything with another man, and that seemed to
me a final hurdle I didn't think even I should dare to cross.

But my black man wouldn't be put off. He pushed himself across me,
pinning me to the bed, his hot lips closing over my nipples, licking
and sucking them, while his hand never stopped working between my
legs. Then, for one moment of relief, he pulled back, and I thought
he'd changed his mind. But immediately he threw back the bed sheet,
took hold of my hand, and dragged me to my feet. Suddenly he climbed
off the bed, pulled me across the bedroom, his dark pink erection
bouncing in front of him as I hissed loudly at him to stop now! But
he simply laughed. He clasped me around the waist and planted me in
front of the dressing table which has three mirrors - a main one and
one on each side. In the glass I could see his dark and muscular
body completely overshadowing my small, pale one and I wanted him
badly!
 
Grinning at me in the mirror, he started to bend me forward, sliding
a hand down my back and between my legs to ease them further apart.
I know at once what was in his mind. He wanted to fuck me from
behind so that I could watch it happening in the mirror. I started
to object again - Sam would soon be at the door - but something hard
slapped against my thigh. I caught a glimpse of his cock. The
thought that I could still make him so big after all those times
during the night stopped me in my tracks. I gasped, and the breath
went out of me. Instantly he griped my hips and lifted my bum. And
as I saw his dark pink rod slid between my cheeks I felt him pushing
at my pussy lips, stretching me, opening me wider than ever before -
and then suddenly he was in me. The sheer power the feeling his cock
gave me was terrifying. I felt like a rag doll dangling on the end
of a massive fleshy spike. It filled every inch of me as I stretched
right up to my head. Then his hand reached down in front of me to
stroke my clit, and at the same moment he begin to move in me, and
what were incredible feelings became just mind boggling. He fucked
me slowly at first, letting me savoir every gnarled inch of his
shaft as it slide in and out of my hole. But his pace soon quickened
jerking me forward with each final deep thrust.

I was in such an agony of bliss nothing seemed real any more only my
feelings, only the feel of him in me. Then my eyes flickered open,
and I get a shock as I realized we were no longer alone. Sam stood
in the open doorway, a tray in his hands his mouth open. But I
couldn't move - I was impaled - I couldn't stop the wonderful
blissful feelings and I didn't want to!

My masterful black lover saw him too. Without missing a stroke, his
dark, sweaty face lightened into a smile. "Hi, man" he called. "Hey,
you've got one sweet lady here you're one lucky guy . . . Look how
she takes my cock. Just look at that sweet pussy swallow it whole -
I never met another chick who could take so much of me before - you
should be proud of her, man . . ." Then he grunted and I felt him
twitch inside me and I let out a sharp gasp because I knew he was
ready to cum, and that drove me even wilder. "She takes all it can
make, too" he grunted. "Every last ounce even this one!"

And I wailed as he jerked me back onto his cock and it started to
jump and rub hard up against my womb. Then he was stumbling and
grunting, as he slid back out of me, letting me slump sideways until
I was sprawled  face down, panting over the side of the bed. "Sorry,
lover," he murmured. "Sorry I didn't make you cum with me on that
one!" He was right, I hadn't climaxed - or at least not completely.
And that's when the wickedest thought of all came to me! I lifted my
head and saw Sam's white face framed by the doorway.

"Darling," I whispered please just finish me - will you lick me -
lick me out -" 

My black lover chuckled as my docile husband did what I asked of
him. And as my husband relieved Ken's juice from my pussy into his
mouth, I had the most sever climax I'd ever had in my life. So much
so that I actually blacked out for just a brief period. When I
regained my senses, I thanked my husband for the fine mop-up job
that he had done and promised him that there would be a lot more of
them for him in the future.

You know, I'm really not upset with my husband for his lack of
sexual aggressiveness anymore. Not as long as I've got  a chance at
sex from lovers like Ken. And with Sam around to finish me off, if
necessary, I have to admit that it's all a gal could ask for in the
sex department!

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