Nice Couples Do (9 page)

Anne did think about it. She had always fantasized about making love outdoors, particularly in a swimming pool. Maybe this weekend could make that fantasy come true.

They arrived at the cabin close to sundown and, after they toured the immense house, they barbecued steaks and drank a bottle of wine Barry had brought.

It was a warm evening and the wine had added heat to their bodies, so Barry suggested, “How about a swim?”

“Do you think I could swim in my T-shirt and panties?”

“There’s no one around, darling. You can swim in anything you want.” He paused. “Or nothing, if you prefer.”

“I think I prefer just this way,” Anne said as she shed her jeans and slipped her bra off out from under her T-shirt. Her full breasts swayed as she ran toward the pool.

Barry found the control panel and turned on the soft lights, which shone from under the water. Then he turned off all the other lights and headed for the pool.

The air was soft and warm and was filled with the sounds of insects. There was a half-moon low on the horizon and the clean air allowed the light of thousands of stars to shine through.

Barry reached the pool and looked at his wife floating on her back in the center of the water. Her nipples were contracted from the cold water and, even in the dim light, he could see their shadowy outlines through the wet fabric. His eyes wandered lower and he smiled as he made out the darkened outline of Anne’s pubic hair through her white nylon panties. He pulled off his shirt and jeans and, dressed only in his briefs, dived cleanly into the water. He surfaced next to Anne, held the back of her head, and placed his wet lips on hers. The pool was seven feet deep where they bobbed, so Barry had to tread water as they kissed.

Barry pulled Anne through the cool water toward the edge of the pool, their lips still locked.

“God, you’re so sexy this way,” Anne said when their lips parted. She reached toward his face with her tongue and licked the water from his cheek and from the tip of his chin.

Barry wrapped his arms around her and they kissed, his tongue swirling around the inside of her mouth. Anne’s tongue played with Barry’s, then reached inside of his mouth and felt the warmth.

Barry braced himself on the edge of the pool and lifted Anne, using the buoyancy of the water to hold her so her breasts were level with his mouth. He sucked at her erect nipples through her wet shirt. As he sucked and licked, the water from the shirt trickled into his mouth. When the shirt became drier, he let Anne’s body dip into the water, then he lifted her again and continued to suck.

Anne was in heaven. She tangled her fingers in Barry’s curls and held his face against her body. Every time they bobbed, the jets of cool water returning from the filter swirled between her legs, and washed over her heated skin.

After long minutes, Barry lifted Anne until she was sitting on the edge of the pool, her white panties just inches from his mouth. As she started to remove them, he stopped her. “Not yet.”

Anne placed her hands behind her and leaned back and Barry stroked the wet fabric between her legs. She and Barry could feel the difference between the feel of the water and her slippery juices.

Barry, still in the water, leaned forward and sucked on the bit of white nylon between Anne’s legs. He tasted chlorine mixed with Anne’s special flavor. He nibbled at her clit and pulled gently at her pubic hair.

The sensations were driving Anne wild. As Barry moved, Anne alternately felt the cool of the wet material and the heat of Barry’s mouth. She couldn’t keep her hips still. She lifted her body, pressing her cunt harder against Barry’s face. Still licking his wife’s body, Barry pulled down his briefs and threw them onto the side of the pool. He gently lifted Anne’s hips and pulled her gently down into the water. As she slid down the side of the pool, he pulled the crotch of her panties aside and slid his hard cock into her hot body. Still wearing her panties and T-shirt, Anne rode on the water jets, pounding her body onto Barry’s hard erection.

As water lapped against and between their bodies, Barry and Anne climaxed, almost simultaneously.

Barry crushed Anne’s body between his and the side of the pool as they caught their breath. Later, Anne said, “I’ve always dreamed about making love in a swimming pool, but this was better than I ever imagined.”

“Just wait ’til you see what I’ve got lined up for tomorrow,” murmured Barry.

6

GAMES OF CONTROL

B
efore I go into the issue of control, let me say once again that it’s okay to want whatever you want and it’s okay to suggest new ideas and activities to your partner.

With this in mind, read on with an open mind and a sense of adventure.

Control.
Many people want to have sexual control taken from their hands. Women often express this through rape fantasies, dreams in which a handsome man ravishes a woman’s body without her consent. I freely admit that I am one of those women. It is vitally important, however, that everyone understand that the kind of rape I fantasize about has nothing to do with actual rape. Actual rape is a brutal physical assault, intercourse without consent. That idea is repugnant.

The rape I fantasize about merely involves the total loss of control. I love the idea that I am no longer responsible for my own pleasure, or lack thereof. I am no longer responsible for my partner’s pleasure, either. I just do as I’m told, or I am completely passive while I am ravished.

For me, a particularly delicious thought that helps to remove control completely is: Don’t climax until I’ve given you permission. Then, I’m no longer expected to perform. (Yes, women do have performance anxiety, too.)

There are also those who want to assume control, to have someone “at their mercy.” Either a man or a woman may want to be able to demand the kind of sexual activity that they’ve always wanted—a long period of oral sex, or a particular sexual position, for example.

If you and your partner are on opposite sides, one dominant and one submissive, that’s wonderful. Go for it. Try bondage or a master-slave relationship for an evening, but always remember to listen for your partner to “holler uncle.” (See page 97.)

If you discover that you are both on the same side, try alternating roles. You may discover that the pleasure you get from pleasing your partner as she has never been pleasured before will make up for your being in a less comfortable role. Also, you may be able to give him ideas for the next time when the roles are reversed.

You could also pretend, via a story, that you are both being controlled by a third party who makes you do things to each other while he watches. In the last chapter of the book, “Story Starters,” there is one called “Control.” (See page 218.) Try acting it out. There are many tantalizing diversions possible.

Control takes on many forms. The control doesn’t have to be real or be expressed by force. Brian found that out one evening.

BRIAN’S STORY

Franz Anton Mesmer: Brian knew all about him—born 1734, died 1815. He was the founder of what he called “animal magnetism,” now known as hypnosis.

Brian had been fascinated by mesmerism since, as a youngster, he had dreamed of giving shows and amazing all his friends. He would imagine himself performing before huge audiences. Everyone would ooh and aah about the wondrous things that he could get people to do under hypnosis. He even studied the technique, but he never actually got anyone to agree to be hypnotized.

As a young adult, his fantasies took on a new form. There was no audience, only Brian and a beautiful girl who was completely under his power. Late into the evening, he would fantasize about what he would have this girl do. Many a night, he lay in bed and stroked himself while taking his fantasy to the limits of his imagination.

After he met Janet, his fantasy life became less active. They married and their sex life was wonderful, full and rich.

It had been years since he had last thought of animal magnetism, but when his son Craig came to him and asked for suggestions for a fifth-grade biography, Brian remembered his own fascination with Mesmer. After several long discussions, Craig decided to do his biography on Mesmer and Brian began to revisit some of his old fantasies.

One evening, after a long discussion about the eighteenth-century hypnotist, Craig wandered off to bed and left Brian and Janet in the living room.

“You really got into that mesmerization stuff, didn’t you?” Janet said.

“Sure did,” Brian answered, shifting to relieve the ache in his groin that occurred every time he thought about hypnosis.

“I’ve always been interested in what it must be like to be completely in someone’s power,” Janet wondered aloud.

Brian couldn’t believe his ears. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, Brian merely said, “in what way?”

“Well,” Janet continued, “it sounds kinky, I mean having someone order you around. You wouldn’t have to think whether it was all right to do something. You would have no choice. You would just do as you were told.” She blushed and looked very embarrassed by what she had just said. “I guess that’s pretty silly.”

Brian tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Casually, he said, “I used to be able to hypnotize people.” It was only a small lie, he reasoned. He had almost done it once.

Janet’s eyes got round. “Really? I always wanted to be hypnotized. Could we try sometime?”

“Maybe,” Brian said. “We would need complete privacy and quiet. Distractions are bad.”

Janet would not be put off. “Craig is spending the weekend with Joey. How about Friday night?”

Brian had a hard time believing what he heard. “Sure, I guess,” he said. Stay calm Brian, he said to himself.

The rest of the week, he wondered whether he could really do it. He went to the public library on his lunch hour and spent every afternoon reading and trying to remember everything he had ever learned.

Friday evening, Janet, Brian, and Craig had dinner and then Janet drove Craig to his friend’s house for the weekend. In the silence of the house, Brian continued to read and hoped that he wouldn’t look like an idiot in front of his wife.

As he heard Janet open the front door, he quickly hid the book. Whatever he knew would have to do.

“Okay,” Janet said without preamble. “Are we really going to try it?”

“If you’re sure. But I don’t know whether it will work. Some people are more difficult to hypnotize than others.”

“I bet I’ll make a great subject. What do I have to do?”

Brian dimmed the lights and had his wife sit in a comfortable chair. He wanted this to work so badly, but he was also nervous, afraid of making a fool of himself. He had bought a cheap crystal pendant, which he used for Janet to focus on. His hand shook so much that he had a hard time keeping the pendant swinging smoothly.

For five long minutes, he did everything he could remember to put her into a trance. Brian kept wanting to test whether it had worked, but he was afraid.

Finally, he looked at her carefully. Janet’s eyes were closed and her face and hands appeared completely relaxed. “From now on, you will do exactly as I tell you. You will concentrate on my voice and respond only to it.”

It was time to test the depth of her trance. “Raise your right hand,” he said to her.

He held his breath. Ever so slowly, her right hand rose.

“Put it down on your knee,” he said, and her hand moved to her knee. He couldn’t believe it. It had actually worked.

Now for some harder things, he thought. He had her stand, then sit. He had her sing a nursery rhyme and bark like a dog. It all seemed to work. He decided to try to waken her, then have her return to her trance when he snapped his fingers. That worked, too.

Could it really be true? Did he really have his wife completely in his power?

“Unbutton your blouse,” he commanded. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse. “Now, take it off.” She did.

Janet sat with her eyes closed, her breathing gentle. Her chest rose and fell under her white cotton bra. It was driving Brian crazy. She was really his to do with what he liked.

“Take your bra off, too.” She unhooked the bra and pulled the straps down. Then she dropped it onto the floor next to her shirt.

Brian gazed at her breasts. He had always loved her body. “Hold your tits for me,” he said. Janet slid her hands under her flesh and held her breasts out for him.

Brian leaned forward and opened his mouth. “Put your nipple in my mouth. I want to suck on it.”

Eyes still closed, Janet leaned forward and grazed her nipple over his cheek toward his mouth. He sucked and heard the loud noises he made. He always had been afraid that sounds would turn his wife off, but now he could do as he liked and tell her to forget everything when she awoke. He could also make Janet do exactly what he wanted, too.

When he had sucked enough, he said, “I want you to remove the rest of your clothes. But you must do it very slowly, like a stripper would.”

Still in a trance, Janet began to move her hips seductively as she pulled down the zipper on her jeans. Brian sat back against the sofa cushions and watched. Ever so slowly, Janet lowered her jeans and then her underpants. Naked, she danced and swayed to some music that only she could hear.

“You can open your eyes now,” he said. Slowly, Janet’s eyes opened and she gazed blankly at him.

Brian started to unbutton his shirt, but then he reconsidered. “Come here,” he said, “and unbutton my shirt.”

Her face bland, Janet walked over to the couch. One at a time, she worked each button through its buttonhole.

“Now, pull it off.”

Under Brian’s instructions, Janet undressed him completely. As she removed his shorts, her hands brushed his erection. He gasped and wondered how he could last long enough to do all the things he wanted to do.

To give himself time to calm down, he said, “Close your eyes and lie down here.” He patted the sofa beside him and Janet lay down with her head on the arm.

“Listen to me and understand. You’re alone in bed and you’re very excited. You need to relieve the hunger that’s making your body so hot. Now, spread your legs and touch yourself. It’s the only way to satisfy your terrible hunger.” He felt a little silly saying those things, but when he saw Janet’s hand slowly move between her legs, he stopped caring how he sounded.