Heroine: The Husband's Cologne (10 page)

“Of course, what kind of surprise is it?”

He stood up, went over to pick up the plastic bag, and sat down at the head of the lounge chair.  He reached into the bag and withdrew a series of items wrapped in plastic, one of which I instantly recognized as a black dildo, handcuffs, a rope and some other devices.

“I was in a sex shop today and bought a few toys. I thought it might help me out with my problem, and in the meantime you would at least have something stiff to play with.”

I was silent at first, then nodded. 

“Let's try it out, I'm game,” I said, glad that I might be able to do something for him, after the pampering I had just received.

He laughed, visibly relieved.

“I was afraid you might get angry,” he winked at me.

“Angry?  Erich, I love you and I will do anything I can to help you.”

My lover nodded thoughtfully. 

“You know, this is just something new to try out.  If it works, we will have found something to help me get my erection back.”

I sat up and put my arms around his neck.  I kissed him, and after I had withdrawn my tongue from his mouth, I whispered:

“I'm here for you.  Do what you want to do, I'm up for it.”

He stood up, and began
unwrapping the toys.  Lying on my side, I watched him. I could sense what was coming, I knew that it would hurt, but I wanted it with all my heart and it turned me on to do it for him.

Erich took the toys and placed them one after the other
in a shallow bowl, which he had filled with warm oil from a bottle.  I was touched: he didn't want the cold texture of the toys to scare me off.  What a thoughtful lover he was!

Then he asked me to lie down on my stomach again, and to spread my leg.

“Go on, close your eyes.  Let yourself go,” he ordered.  I did as he said.

“We forgot something,” I heard Erich say.  He got up and brought over the Champagne, which he uncorked, pouring two glasses full. 

“To us,” he toasted, looking deep into my eyes.  I wanted him so much that I could hardly lift the glass to my mouth.  After taking a few sips, I lay back.

“I want to play a game of 'master and slave' with you,” I heard him whisper in my ear.

“That means I want to take you a little harder.  Are you ready for that?” he asked.

“Yes, I'm ready.  Do whatever you want with me,” I told him, my eyes now shut. I’d withstood the pain so far, I also could endure more.

A few moments later I nodded in surrender, closed my eyes and raised my head dutifully, as he drew a blindfold over my head.

He tied my up so I couldn’t move anymore. I was his. No chance to escape anymore. He then started treating me with the devices he’d bought and also spanked me, but not too hard.

“Does it hurt?” I heard his deep voice inquire when he first slapped me on my behind.  I shook my head, angry with myself at how sensitive I was.

“I just wasn't expecting it, but don't stop now.” I knew what I had to do to please my master.

Again his hand slid under my chin and I suddenly had a glass of Champagne at my lips.  I liberally drew in a few gulps of the fine liquid. It helped me coping with the increasing pain and I was grateful that Erich tried to help me.

Eventually I felt the Champagne glass at my lips again.  Oh lord, was I going to be thoroughly drunk.  But I gave in and sipped the drink with my head positioned sideways.  Moments later, my head was reeling like a merry-go-round. I barely felt the strokes and the velvet bands tying me down prevented me from giving in to the muscle spasms, and I felt even more helpless.  And I was even hornier. I shrieked both from pain and lust.

“Well, well,” my master snarled behind me, “my little slave moved without my permission...!  You know I'm going to have to punish you for that.”

“Yes, master, go on and punish the bad girl,” I squeaked in a frenzy of drunken horniness. 

I yelped, more from shock than pain, as he beat my back heavier now.  But my master proved merciful in his choice of instruments of torture and I loved him for it. 

Finally I felt something hard approaching me. What was looking to penetrate me, was a cock.  It was Erich's cock, and it was as stiff as a young lover's.  Inwardly I rejoiced.  This was it, we had finally found a way to mutual pleasure and the key to his renewed vigor!

“I'm going to fuck you senseless, you little whore.  Now you're going to get what's coming to you,” he moaned from behind me as he thrust into my butt with all his might.  I squalled in response:

“Fuck me, master, fuck me hard!”

He screwed me with a snarl, like a beast. His thick cock curved in and out of my ass, and I shuddered in a mixture of rapture and pain.  If only I could free my hand, then I could help myself!

It went on like that for two, three or four minutes.  Then to my shock, I felt his stiff penis slowly getting limp inside me.  Had he come without me noticing?  Carefully, he withdrew.  I held my breath as he sat down beside me, undoing the blindfold and untying the bands from my hands and feet.  It was clear to me then that he hadn't had come, as I glimpsed the crestfallen look in his eyes. 

I stood up and took him in my arms, pressed his head against my breasts and stroked him.  The game was up and we had gotten no further.  Or rather, I had brought us no further.  I had something to show for it, on the other hand.  My
hiney hurt, but as I recalled the pleasure that it had brought him, I was happy.

   Erich stored away the sex toys, only a few of which we had used, and we met back in his bedroom.  He climbed naked into bed and quietly laid his head against my chest.  I fondled his hair tenderly and we fell asleep together. 

At some point during the night I sensed a stirring near my butt.  I was lying on my side with my knees curled up to my chest and Erich approached me from behind. I held my breath. Carefully he began penetrating me. It hurt but I held still.

“It's no use,” he murmured some minutes later, dejected.  “There's nothing to be done about it.”

I switched on the light, turned to him and took him in my arms.

“We're not giving up,” I whispered.  “Let's look for another way.”

In a half-slumber, I tried to approach the problem logically. 

“What if we were to play the game like we did tonight, but this time you're the slave and I order you to have an orgasm?”  My lover laughed bitterly. 

“I tried that once before, and it was the biggest failure of all.”

“When was the last time that you actually managed to come?”  I continued to probe him. He turned around and peered at me with eyes wide:

“I think I told you already.  It was the time that I took part in that ominous orgy with Horst.”

Of course, now I remember
.  He had told me all about it on the drive from Bonn after the first meeting with Horst.  Horst, the name alone triggered a tingle in my stomach, less because of the guy himself than the events of that evening. 

“What if I were to tell you stories about men coming on women?” I proposed.

Erich lifted his head from my chest and looked up at me with eyes agape:

“I'm guessing that would be as successful as you reading me a fairytale.  I can't even make myself come by watching a porno.”

“Don't you have any idea of what might work?”  I inquired, renewing my efforts.

Again, he gave me an odd look. 

“Of course I do.  Didn't you get the drift of our conversation in Bonn?”

Something clicked in my head, which had obviously had too much to drink the night before.

“You mean to organize an orgy, in which a woman lies in the center and a group of men are using her?”  I mumbled more to myself. 

“YOU would have to be that woman,” he burst out.  “I am completely smitten with you, and I can no longer imagine any other woman playing that role.  I am more in love with you more than I have ever been with any female.  And I have become so afraid of losing you recently that I decided more or less to drop the subject.  But how do you expect me to keep you, when I'm impotent?  Pushing you to have sex with countless men would drive you away.  I already have a guilty conscience about what I had you do with Horst.”

I suddenly felt warm droplets running down my chest.  Was this wonderful man now crying? 

“Erich, please.
  You know that I love you, and would do anything to help you get back what you've lost.”  The words had just slipped out of me. 
Was that me speaking? 
I recalled the orgy we had had, and a surge of lust rose within me. 

“Let's do it.  You must know of men whom you can trust and who could be used for the occasion?”  Again, I wasn't even sure it was me babbling these words. 

Erich gave me one of his hangdog looks.

“Are you serious?  Fine, I want you to think about it, though, and then we can discuss it at our leisure tomorrow.”  Then he turned over on his side and went to sleep.

The subject came up again the following evening.  That morning I was still reeling from how forward I had been the night before; but as we sat in front of the TV together that evening, watching a long-winded theatrical play, I gradually felt an odd arousal creeping into my belly, shouldering aside my fear and insecurity.  The thought of fucking Horst again, together with a few other men, got me wet. 

“I'll do it,” I said aloud.

“Do what?” asked my distracted professor, slightly irritated.

“I will have sex with other men just for you,” I blurted.  “I just want to know who you choose for me.  Please don't pick any old geezers or perverts!”  Again, the words just came out
on their own.

“You're joking, right?”  Erich looked at me with glowing eyes.  I could see he was getting turned on. 

“Of course not!  I just want to know who I'm up against,” I retorted. 

He was silent for a moment, watching me all the while.

“Of course, I'll show you the men who I have lined up for you right now,” he said finally. 

It was settled.  It was only now beginning to dawn on me, even though I was the one who was pressing the issue!  How poorly I knew myself, if at all!  I felt a rush of cold and hot at the same time, chills and sweats breaking out at once.  Erich got up and walked over to a closet where there was a safe containing his video collection.  I had never understood why he locked them up like that, until now, when he proceeded to play his favorite tape and introduce me to the protagonists involved.  It was the scene depicting five men fucking a single woman.  He fast forwarded the tape to a point where I could see all of the men at once. 

“You already know Horst and Tanja.  The other four are friends of Horst's, whom he deems trustworthy and knows that they can control themselves.  As you can see, they are young and respectable and in no way perverse.”

Taken completely by surprise, I was unable to react for a moment.  Now I recognized Horst and Tanja, who had made the recording as a favor to him.  And that was also why he had kept the video in a safe.  Tanja was wearing a wig and Horst had his back to the camera, which is why I hadn't placed him at first. 

Oddly, the tension in me subsided somewhat when I realized that Horst would be participating, too.  But being with four or five men at once?  What if they were all as potent as he was?  The unease returned for a moment, but my excitement won out. 

“If you like, Tanja can give you a few tips.  She had fun the last time with you and I'm sure she'd like to participate again,” Erich said.

The following evening, my lover made a few phone calls to Horst and some others.  It was now clear to me what it was about, and I felt a slight dread stir in me.  But it was too late to turn back now.  And after a sumptuous dinner that evening, which included a ridiculously expensive bottle of red wine, he turned to me and said. 

“We've set a date for Friday evening of next week.  Is that fine with you?”

The dread I was feeling turned to panic, but I didn't let on. I clenched my lips together and nodded decisively as I could, throwing him a glance.  To do this for him was my deepest wish and he was going to make it come true: that's how he was to interpret my submissive gesture. I betrayed nothing of my apprehension. 

Later, as we lay in his bed together, Erich was so tender toward me, that I melted in his arms.  My fear seemed to dissipate, and the lingering memory of the night with Horst and Tanja brought my arousal back.

“Don't worry about using condoms.  I know these men and they are all clean.  If they were forced to use a rubber, Erich would not be able to reach his climax, and that's what this is ultimately about, isn't it?” Tanja explained with an earnest expression, as we concluded our final talk at her place.  We had met up at her city apartment several times during the week before the event was to take place, while Horst was away at work.  I wanted her to show me ways in which I could keep these men under control.  But her tips were essentially limited to what each man's preferences were.

It was Thursday, the day before the event.  On
Tanja's advice after our last discussion, I bought some lubrication, for which she had given me a list of recommendations.  At noon I spoke at length with Daniel on the phone.  To me, it was as if we were not going to see each other for a while. 

That night while Erich and I were in bed, he came out with another request.  At first beating around the bush, he finally came clean.

“I wanted to ask you if you would allow some more spectators to join in.  Some of my friends would be very interested in watching an orgy again, and the performance between you and Horst would certainly get them going.”  The moment he said this, his finger was deep inside my pussy and I was just about to come.  He had timed his request to perfection.

I nodded helplessly, something I would not have done in a normal state of mind, as I realized a few hours later.  I lay awake in the dark, listening to the quiet breathing of my lover, and suddenly the thought of what he had asked me swept over me in a panic attack. 

There were going to be 12 people in all, Erich said: men and women, whom he knew from similar occasions in the past.  I was to perform together with the five chosen men, and the others would then join in in a free for all.  Years ago, orgies like this were common practice in certain circles, and since money was never short for those hosting them, women were always paid handsomely for their participation.  I only found out about these latter aspects much later.  For the moment, I was simply willing to sacrifice myself for Erich, in the hopes of bringing him to a well-deserved orgasm.