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Delilah's Hopes & Dreams for Samson

By: escriterra



Kiana chose her Halloween costume very carefully. It took a good two hours' worth of Internet browsing---Party City, Costumes-'R'-Us, Frederick's, several others---before she found just the right shade of lavender in the billowy pants and matching bodice that would accessorize nicely with the perfect veil to hide her face below her eyes. A copper arm decoration she already owned matched beautifully.

The sexy belly dancer costume was an effective stand-in for the garb that would identify her as Delilah to her husband's Samson. She would wear it well, her lithe frame and firm B-cup breasts ideally suited for sexy display as a vixen from a land of dunes and caves and massive temples. Her hazel eyes would be beguiling above the veil, and her brunette tresses would frame everything to perfection.

But perfection of color for her outfit was even more important.

The most important piece of the costume was purple, and everything else needed to coordinate in order to produce the best possible effect. Though her billowy pants would be tossed to the side so she could strap into the purple dildo she would use to fuck her sexy husband in the ass for the first time, Kiana wanted a vision of perfection burned into his brain when he took in the sight of her. The view, the smells, the tastes, the place, the time---she wanted everything to be memorably perfect when he got his initial look at the shaft jutting proud and erect beneath the color-coordinated bodice chosen specifically to complement the look of her faux cock. She wanted to be completely alluring and overwhelmingly sexy when her husband, Troy, saw her sporting the stiff dildo she would use to take them both on a new kind of sexy ride.

Anything less than perfection, anything less than a vision that would drive him crazy with lust to be taken, would not suffice. Troy was a true dear of a husband, lover, and life mate. Kiana loved him madly, even more now after five years of marriage. She still melted at the sexiness of his attractive face and gorgeous brown eyes. He took care of her, protected her, and loved her---all without a hint of chauvinism or condescension. That he was six-feet-plus of tall, dark, handsome, hard-bodied studmuffin who was nonetheless without an inflated ego and who knew how to treat a woman was, well, PERFECT. And he loved her just as much as she loved him.

Kiana would do nothing to jeopardize any of that. She desperately wanted Troy to be turned on by the idea of this new kind of sex play that she was aching to experience. Introducing it to him well was critically important.

Perfect outfit. Perfect timing. Perfect opportunity. Yet even with a perfectly executed seduction framing his introduction to strapon man-fucking, Kiana was worried that Troy would shy away, reject her idea. 

She would die if that happened. Her husband was the most important thing in her world, and their sex life was a deliciously satisfying part---a BIG part---of that world.

It would be even better (was that possible?) if he surrendered his gorgeous ass to her stiff dildo for what she knew would be a turn-on like nothing she had yet experienced and which would provide the ride of their lives.

If only he would allow it.

Want it.

Ultimately . . . ask her for it.

She would do whatever it took to raise the odds that he would do just that.

***

Kiana Reston was a dentist with a successful practice of several years' standing. She had a confident air about her.

"Modern woman" and all that, her friends sometimes teased.

They were probably envious of their gal pal, her successful career, her handsome hubby. And no kids! Her married friends who were moms would prattle on about pre-school, the first-grade play, or the cub scout outing, and Kiana would smile, reflecting quietly as she tuned them out, remembering the time Troy brought flowers home "just because" and then, as soon as she had arranged them attractively in a glass vase on the counter, pushed her passionately against the refrigerator and devoured her mouth with his, slipping one hand into the waistband of her slacks in order to grip a firm asscheek and whisper into her ear that he was desperate to fuck her.

Or the time she teased him unmercifully while they strolled through the exhibit at the museum, she in her little black dress, he in his navy suit. "I'm not wearing panties, Troy," she had said, almost loudly enough for the couple standing in contemplation before the next painting to hear. "And my pussy is wet thinking about sucking your beautiful cock."

She lifted that little black dress as she sat in the passenger's seat on the way home, slipped a finger inside her wet pussy, and offered it to Troy to suck on as they waited at a stop light. "God, I want to fuck you," she said, fascinated as her finger slid across his lips and into his mouth.

The honk from the car behind them came—--what?—--five seconds after the light changed? Ten?

Having no panties on that night was a benefit. Troy pushed her into one of the chairs in their den right after they got home (they didn't even make it to the bedroom) and dropped to his knees in front of her to raise her dress, spread her legs, and bury his face in her crotch to lick and suck her clitoris, launching her into the first of multiple orgasms that night.

THEN they went to the bedroom where he fucked her royally, first missionary, then doggie (while she fingered her clit as the angle of his thrusts was perfect for nudging her G-spot), and finally with her on top as she ground her pelvis against his while he sucked her nipples. 

The memory of that orgasm still moistened her pussy.

Yes, their love-making remained inventive, and they had crossed numerous bridges in their exploration of shared erotic delights. Cunnilingus? That happened the first time they made love and verified for Kiana that Troy was definitely going to garner Love-making Session Number Two (which is when she returned the favor of oral sex).

Deep throat? She worked on it for quite some time, practicing on a dildo which had sufficed as a stand-in for Troy's delectable seven inches. It had taken a protracted search. Dildos without an off-putting smell and/or taste were difficult to locate, but the reward in finding one on which to perfect her cocksucking skills was important to Kiana. She loved his wide-eyed appreciation and lustful moans the first time she inched the entire length of him down her throat, her nose pressed tightly against his abdomen for a moment before sliding back off and gasping in a lungful of air. 

"You're incredible," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her.

A little bondage? Check. A blindfold for him, some furry cuffs that were worthless as restraints except in the case of a willing playmate, and a divine toy she had been dying to use on Troy: a black leather strip which snapped around his cock and balls. Blindfolded and eager, he had stood naked in their bedroom as she knelt before him and looped the strip of leather behind his balls and up over the base of his cock. Snapping it securely in place gave her a thrill, and she rose to admire her handiwork, reaching a palm forward to cup and fondle his balls, now fully displayed and vulnerable trapped below the collar of leather. She ran her hand up his hard cock to grip it like a handle and lead him to their bed. Laying him down spread eagle, Kiana cuffed him to their iron headboard and proceeded to tease him with tongue, fingers, feather, and finally, lips and mouth. Climbing onto his stiff, pulsing dick that was oozing pre-cum as a result of her relentless toying was his reward as well as hers.

Oooh, thinking of that session ALWAYS got her hot. There was just something so absolutely naughty and dangerously thrilling to have him under her (pretend) control. It was like having a tiger on a leash: She was in control for the moment to use his glorious naked cock for her pleasure, but she knew that it was his decision to surrender that put her in the role of the one in control.

And speaking of roles, they had played out several scenes in the guise of adopted characters over the years. She liked their football player/cheerleader games and their doctor/patient role plays (sometimes she the doctor, sometimes she the patient): "Yes, Mr. Reston, I certainly DO need to examine your testicles. We can't have any potential signs of testicular cancer go unnoticed, can we?" And, "I'm afraid I'll have to examine your clitoris a bit more carefully, Ms. Reston–--there seems to be some swelling there. It may be related to a vaginal condition, so I'm afraid I'll have to put my fingers inside you to check things out."

Naive traveler/strip-search border guard, bad girl/principal, and photographer/model had also been fun vignettes.

Anal sex? When she was very, very aroused, it was delicious. They didn't do it often, but she was enthusiastic when it happened. She drove Troy crazy last spring when, for the first time, she inserted a satisfyingly thick vibrator into her vagina when he was buried inside her ass. It felt divine to stroke the toy in and out in a way that nudged her G-spot while at the same time causing such delightful ripples against the sensitive bundle of nerves on Troy's cock, separated only by the resilient membrane of flesh between his hardness and the vibrator inside her pussy. Being filled in both holes was . . . different, sexy, intense, a true head rush? All of that. She would definitely use the vibrator again during a future anal sex session.

Sliding a finger up Troy's ass while she took his cock down her throat? 

Three months ago.

Why had it taken so many years of love-making before doing it? It was so very, very hot---his warm, tight hole yielding to her invasion as she slowly, gently pushed through the initial resistance and into the thrilling depths which encased her finger. "God, Kiana, what are you doing?" he had said, breathless with the new sensation. "Shhh, baby . . . relax and enjoy," she had replied, slipping his cock from her mouth only long enough to respond. His answer---an unintelligible moan that communicated everything using no words---told her this new form of play was enjoyable for them both.

That first time was only a couple nights after the idea had been planted in her mind.

Kiana had heard a whispered conversation between a young dental hygienist doing some interning at her office and Teri, the free-spirited receptionist whose tattoos (always covered by professional attire at work but displayed with pride away from the office) marked her as a bit outré. Teri was a great receptionist, and if the conversation with the intern was any indication, she also enjoyed giving pointers to inexperienced women about very private matters.

God knows how the conversation began, but Kiana held back from walking by the storeroom's open door as she caught the words a few paces down the hallway:

"I've never tried that on him," whispered Joan, the intern.

"Why not?" asked Teri, rummaging through boxes as she looked for something.

"I've never thought of it, I guess."

"Well, think of it," said Teri. "When you do it right, and you introduce him to it slowly and gently with lots of petting and stroking and lots of lube, every guy absolutely loves it when the girl giving him a blowjob slides a finger up his ass."

"But, isn't it, you know, like, well, perverted?" Joan asked, this time her voice barely loud enough for Kiana to overhear.

"Grow up," said Teri without malice or condescension. "If you like the guy and want to make him feel good, then slowly and carefully introduce it into your playtime." Teri had apparently retrieved whatever it was she was looking for, and Kiana could tell her receptionist was about to end the conversation. "You want him to remember you as a lover? Then gently finger-fuck his asshole and massage his prostate when you give him head."

Thank god for Google, thought Kiana later that evening as she sat before her computer screen at home. "Prostate massage" had turned up all manner of information on the technique, how to do it well, why it felt good to a guy, how to make sure you didn't hurt him, how to avoid the poo factor, and on and on. Squirming in her seat as she read through the material, Kiana's hard clitoris and moist pussy convinced her that she must do it with Troy.

To be inside him! Damn!

Taking all the advice to heart, she used lots of lube, slowly and gently penetrating her naked husband's asshole the next time they made love. Kiana instantly thrilled to the snug warmth of him, the feeling of control that going inside him gave her, and---more than anything else---the intensely erotic sensation of feeling his tight asshole spasm around her finger in concert with the contractions of his cock when he came down her throat.

And only shortly after that she began wondering what it would be like to do the thing she'd read about when surfing for prostate massage information, something that was so shocking to her yet somehow arousing and enticing and thrilling to contemplate. Just like the young intern who hadn't pursued thoughts of fingering her boyfriend, Kiana had never thought about doing what she saw on those web sites. But the more she read during that first search for information about massaging a man's prostate, the more fascinated and aroused she became. And the pictures! What would that feel like? For him? For her? My god, to do that to a man!

Deferring---or at least trying to defer---thoughts of more deeply and completely fucking her husband, Kiana was relieved that the first finger-fucking she ever administered proceeded as it did. Troy's reaction to her finger sliding in and out of his ass as she sucked his cock, and HER reaction to hearing his moans, to being inside him, to feeling in the most intimate manner possible how very connected his asshole was to his orgasm, all primed her for exploring even more adventurous territory.

She knew instantly the first time she slipped her lubed finger inside his virgin asshole that she would love to strap on a dildo and slide it slowly, insistently, yet lovingly inside her beautiful husband's upturned ass. She quickly became addicted to the wonderful feeling of giving Troy the kind of pleasure that produced his moans of lust and satisfaction when she finger-fucked him. That pushed every sexual button that she possessed, and she was crazy to find out if she could produce an even more intense reaction from him if, instead of her finger, it was a stiff dildo strapped to her crotch that she was sliding in and out of him.

She was also intensely curious (the idea turning her on incredibly) to find out how it would feel for her in the process. Hearing his lustful moans and feeling him squirm on her finger made her randy beyond belief, and she would frequently drop her other hand to her crotch to stroke her hard clit and the slippery folds of her wet pussy. What if penetrating him with a strapon stimulated her clit in the process, as the internet postings said would happen? Could she even stand that?

It was all such maddening self-torture. Kiana had to find a way to make this happen!

Her surfing had turned up lots of guy-fucking advice, but much of it was obviously for people who wanted to do it as a way to dominate or humiliate a man---definitely NOT Kiana's cup of tea. She loved Troy and would never want to hurt him or degrade him. Determined surfing, though, located one pussy-drenching site that fit her sensibilities about this new idea for female-on-male sex play.

With descriptions of the act, the various techniques, and the erotic sensations that man-fucking prompted for women (at least, for the women who posted the information), Kiana squirmed through maybe half a page of the site's "FAQs" before abandoning herself to a state of panties bunched around her ankles, knees splayed apart, and fingers stroking insistently across her slick, erect clit in order to more appropriately experience "Miranda's Salon for Liberated Ladies." The site quickly became a favorite bookmark. The author blatantly stated that "the salon" was designed not only as a resource for women interested in strapon sex with their men, it was also meant to be a place where such women could visit to be aroused by descriptions, pictures, fantasies, information, videos, real-life stories posted by readers, and so on. (As though the mere idea of being the one doing the penetrating, being the one who would GO INSIDE her lover, wouldn't create all the arousal Kiana could tolerate!)

"He's grown to love it so much that if I don't initiate a good strapon fucking session after 3 or 4 weeks go by, I'll come home one night to find my dildo and harness thoughtfully laid out along with the bottle of lube on our bedspread and my husband naked next to them, chest down and ass up, squeezing his firm cheeks together and apart in anticipation of me walking through the door of the bedroom," one salon patron posted. "It has quickly become one of the most erotic things I can imagine seeing. When he presents his naked butt to me like this with his pretty cock hanging down between his spread legs, I get wet instantly. He moans and squirms as I strip quickly, telling him what I'm going to do to him when I have my strapon dildo ready to fuck him in his cute little asshole. We both get so turned on by the things I say to tease him: 'Oh, honey, your adorable ass looks so hot! Have you been waiting long like this, with your hard cock hanging down between your legs, waiting for me to get here and fuck your little hole really good? You know I'm going get you ready with my fingers and the lube, don't you? Then I'm going to slide my cock inside you deep and slow and then start fucking you so nice. Can you wait for it any longer? Your cock is so hard. Are you ready? Tell me how much you want it.' 'Please stop teasing me,' he says, 'it's cruel to make me wait.' 'Maybe if you beg harder and say how much you have to have my hard cock inside you, I'll hurry up,' I answer. And on and on I go, getting wetter by the minute hearing his moans and answers to my questions."

Sweet Jesus! thought Kiana as she read the post (and fingered her clit). What would Troy look like in that position? I've never seen him like that. God, it would be so incredibly hot to see him completely exposed, waiting for me to go inside him and begging me to fuck him as I tease him about what I'm going to do to him.

She orgasmed to imagined moans of satisfaction from her husband as she mounted him in her fantasy and slowly, gently pushed her dildo deep inside his ass.

But Kiana worried. Fretted. Agonized. These fantasies were thrilling and gut-clenchingly erotic, but would Troy like it in real life? Would he allow it? What if even the thought of it offended him?

So she spent several days of mental jousting as her libido dueled with her concerns about how to broach the idea with Troy. "Baby, I'm crazy hot to fuck you in the ass with a strapon dildo---can we do it tonight?" was not the best approach, she knew, but what was? "You've probably never thought of this my handsome, masculine, strong, loving man, but do you think you'd like it if I strapped on a dildo and fucked your asshole?---I know I would love it!" said in a breathless, little-girl voice probably wasn't the proper approach, either.

Women who blogged about fucking men with strapons (yes, Kiana made it a point to find those blogs) offered advice about bringing a man around to the idea. A second finger inside during finger-fucking to train him to the thrilling sensation of being filled even more. A short, thin buttplug as the next step---something with not even an ounce of intimidation and accompanied with lots of cooing and whispering about how hot it makes the woman to stimulate him this way. Then a larger buttplug. Then . . .

Yet just as many, if not more, women blogged that past booty calls, sex partners, boyfriends, or husbands had freaked out at finger-fucking, refusing even that. There were many stories, too, of men who liked a finger but adamantly refused anything else, tossing angry accusations of perversion, leaving their partners forever wondering what it would be like to fuck a man in the ass (unless they dumped the guy to move on to potentially greener pastures).


Delilah's Hopes & Dreams for Samson



What if, in spite of his obvious enjoyment when she slid a finger inside him, Troy thought it was gross or repulsive and became shocked that she would even mention it? That would be terrible. Kiana did not want to risk that.

Even if it turned out that he WOULD like it, Kiana hated the prospect of waiting through the time it would take to ease him up to the idea by taking the one-finger-then-two-fingers-then-small-plug-then-large-plug-then-strapon approach. How long would that take? Weeks? Months?

YEARS?!!!

Surely not years. But even if it took a reasonable six months (assuming he was comfortable and willing to proceed to each more adventurous plateau), gradually achieving successive stages of his preparation would make her even MORE hot and frustrated, knowing that she was getting closer but still had to wait before she could slide the shaft of her strapon dildo deep inside his gorgeous butt.

Maybe it would be more humane to bring it up now, all at once, out of the blue, and see what he said. At least that way, she could put herself out of her agony of anticipation. But what if doing that short-circuited a real chance that the gradual approach WOULD work?

Damn!

Putting her worries about his reaction to the back of her mind, Kiana visited the salon and other online sites to do some true consumer research about strapon dildos.

More information was a good thing, right?

So she surfed. As exciting and irresistibly alluring as this new idea was for her, it was so . . . TABOO. Maybe that's WHY it was so exciting! Her worries about Troy's reaction, however, prevented her from ever clicking the "Add to Your Shopping Cart" button during her extensive (enjoyable) searches for a strapon dildo she would want to use to fuck her husband. Frustrated that she never went through with her purchase, Kiana continued her distracted back-and-forth between desperation to buy the toy and fuck her handsome hubby with it and worry that even bringing the idea up to him would cause problems in their sex life.

She did NOT want to jeopardize anything about their great sex life!

Then, as so often happens, the universe provided opportunity. No, thought Kiana, it didn't just "provide" . . . it "FORCED" opportunity upon her.

Fran, a girlfriend whose acquaintance Kiana had made at a chamber of commerce meeting, was the owner of a dance studio in the same business district where Kiana's dental practice was located, and she had arranged a "special shower" for the only unmarried friend among the group of women that coffee-klatched on occasional Saturday mornings when more than a couple of them were free to gather and gossip. The shower gifts were all required to be sextoys or lingerie or DVDs of erotica for couples.

"You'll get plenty of toasters and place settings," said Fran, and they had all laughed when Jennifer, the bride-to-be, gasped in surprise at the introduction of the guest vendor for the special kind of bridal shower.

It had been great fun to listen to the descriptions of the toys, to handle them and giggle about what husband so-and-so would think of THAT! There was lots of teasing about whether the husband-to-be would like this or that better as well as definite exclamations from the soon-to-be bride that SHE would like this or that. Bride-to-be Jennifer walked away from the party with ribbed condoms, a vibrating cock ring that also had nubs on it to stimulate her clitoris when she did her fiancé cowboy style, a day-of-the-week set of crotchless panties, and other assorted giggles for innocent, sexy fun with her beau.

The room had become quiet, though, when Karen, the sales rep for the network marketing outfit, Playtimers, showed the group the a very different-looking sextoy.

"Yes, ladies, this is expensive, but if you're looking for a dildo that's been designed BY a woman FOR women, look no further than the 'Feeldoe'." 

"But, but, we're not really interested in, you know . . . well, 'lesbian' stuff," said Connie, probably the most straight-laced among the group that Saturday afternoon (and Kiana wondered what kind of thoughts would go through Connie's mind after the "special shower" as she drove back to her suburban three-bedroom, two-bath home with the blue shutters that her sales manager husband had painted the previous spring).

"What I meant in saying, 'by a woman for a woman,' is simply that the design of this delightful toy was developed and perfected by a woman, so everything about it fits a woman's anatomy as well as a woman's needs and desires for satisfaction. I didn't mean to imply that the only use for the feeldoe is when ladies want to play together. There are other ways to derive hours of fun with this incredible toy," said the rep, obviously hopeful of making a sale---the commission on the expensive item would be handsome. "The vibrations are delightful as they're transmitted through the ingenious egg-shaped design of this end, and the wearer grips the base of the protruding shaft to tug and press the egg precisely where it needs to be positioned for the vibrator to do its most impressive work."

The woman certainly had the spiel down pat.

"Seems like a lot of expense just to have a vibrator inside my va-jay-jay," giggled Courtney, the friend at whose house they had gathered for this 21st-century bridal shower for Jennifer. (Hubby and kids at grandma's for the weekend, explained Courtney.) 

"Well," and the rep lowered the volume of her voice, thereby instantly gaining the attention of all the women, "there are other ways this exquisite toy can be used which have nothing to do with lesbian play OR with self-pleasure."

She wisely said no more, and passed the demonstration feeldoe around for everyone to inspect.

The pause in conversation was more than pregnant. It was downright crushing in intensity.

Courtney handed the purple instrument to Kiana, who had to prevent herself from spending a long time examining it, instantly realizing that this toy would provide the most thrilling ride possible for both herself AND for Troy. Reluctantly allowing herself only a few seconds of examination during the silence in the room, Kiana finally handed it to Jennifer, who handed it to Fran, no one saying anything. Connie's expression was one of total confusion.

"Eeeewww!" sputtered Kirsten. "Eeeww, eewwww, eeewww!"

"What?" whispered Connie.

"No!" said Fran, releasing the shaft and drawing her hand back quickly, the feeldoe dropping to the carpet in the process.

Kiana's pussy had begun moistening when she held the toy, imagining the shaft disappearing slowly into Troy's naked ass. Now the women's realizations about what the sales rep was intimating had, strangely, increased her arousal.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," said Jennifer. "Rick would never, EVER, let me do that!"

"And who would want to?" exclaimed Maggie, the redhead among the group.

"What?" said Connie.

"Ladies, it's just an option," the rep replied, not missing a beat. "If it's something you're curious about, this is the absolute best way to try it out. If not, then different strokes for different folks!" She laughed to break the ice and put the feeldoe back into her bag in order to immediately draw out another toy, a male masturbator which looked like a pink gelatinous tube sock with the end cut off.

"What?" demanded Connie.

Maggie leaned over and whispered into Connie's ear, obviously enjoying the chance to tease her friend for everyone's amusement. Connie's expression was priceless, and everyone erupted in loud guffaws and excited chatter about what people would think of next.

And Kiana's pussy remained moist during the ensuing conversations, the sensation of holding the feeldoe in her hands burned into her memory as excited girl talk engulfed the room:

"Women actually do that to guys?"

"What kind of man would want it?"

"Would he become gay if you did it to him?" (Yes, that was Connie's naively ridiculous question.)

"How would you even bring it up in a conversation?" (Kiana caught the question from across the room, alert to an answer, even if it was in jest. She pretended to take a break from the ribald conversation in order to drink some punch from the plastic cup in her hand while listening hard to whatever answer came in response to the question.)

"Well, one way to bring it up would be to say, 'Hey, baby, how about I show you what it's like to be the one who REALLY gets screwed tonight?'" laughed Fran.

(God! If they only knew what I'm thinking right now, thought Kiana.)

"Yeah, I can see how it would work with two women, but, a woman DOING IT to a man?"

"Is doggie style the only way it could work?"

"What goes on with his stuff while you're doing him?"

"Maybe he'd be stroking it when you do him."

"Eeeew!" (Connie, again.)

"It would be the perfect way, though, to keep them from asking for backdoor sex---just say they have to give it up before you will!"

More laughter.

And on it went. Kiana played her part, feigning shock.

Hiding the effect the thought was having on her.

The drive home was distracting. She nearly ran a stop sign.

What WOULD it feel like? Troy loved it when she slid her finger inside him . . . would he love the shaft of that feeldoe even more? What would it be like to be behind him, to guide the tip of the shaft into his cute little pucker and then press the dildo slowly inside until she was sealed against his ass and the backs of his thighs, the other end of the dildo nudged against her G-spot?

That thought really started her pussy dripping. Relieved that Troy was still away at the 5K fun run he'd signed up for that Saturday, Kiana parked the car in the garage and rushed inside to flick on the computer monitor and google, "Feeldoe."

The fascination as she scrolled through information, read stories which featured women using feeldoes on their men (who enjoyed it!), and examined the vendor descriptions of the toy at multiple sites almost gave her away. Somehow the sound of Troy's footsteps up the carpeted stairs pierced her self-induced fog of man-fucking fascination just in time to switch off the monitor before he walked into the room.

"Good bridal shower for Jennifer?" he asked, walking to the chair at the desk and dropping his strong hands to her shoulders for a brief massage. "I'm sure you had great fun making toilet paper wedding gowns and playing who-has-this-item-in-her-purse games," Troy teased.

"Uh-huh," Kiana answered, settling down after her near-miss with being found out. Having Troy next to her right now after the intense arousal of finding out exactly how to strap into the inventive dildo, exactly how to position a man to take your thrusts, and watching an attractive couple do it on a video at one of the sites she'd just visited (with the man going crazy with lust as the woman pumped the purple shaft of the feeldoe in and out, teasing both him and herself until she triggered her own shuddering orgasm and his powerful ejaculation) meant she was desperate to fuck her gorgeous husband.

Now.

"It would have been a MUCH better morning if we had spent it making love," she said, rising from the chair and stepping behind it to embrace him. "I was looking forward to you getting home."

"Ummm, that's nice," he said, answering her kiss as she slipped one hand around behind him to grab his butt through his running shorts. "I'm sweaty, though," Troy said, "and I stink after my run. Maybe a shower?"

Kiana was pressing herself against Troy's torso, pushing her breasts into his chest. "Yeah, that would be good," she answered dreamily.

When they showered, she turned Troy around to soap his back, watching the rivulets of sudsy liquid course down across his waist and onto his rounded glutes. Hugging herself against his back, she pressed her crotch to his butt, sliding across his flanks playfully---so he wouldn't think anything of it---but lingering as she pressed into those muscled cheeks, imagining what it would feel like if she were fucking him in the ass at that moment.

***

Just because I have it doesn't mean I'm going to use it, Kiana rationalized when she finally succumbed to her curiosity and lust, hitting the "Purchase" button to submit her order. The careful, savvy consumer in her had surfaced even in making the ultimate "impulse purchase" (the "impulse" to purchase the feeldoe dildo and accompanying harness plus a bottle of anal lube had been overwhelming), and she picked the online vendor based on a combination of price and return policy.

But I AM going to put it on---just to see how it feels, she thought, her pussy becoming moist as she imagined the rounded end of the inventive dildo sliding inside her. The memory of the texture and weight of the toy in her hand at Jennifer's bridal shower was triggered instantly, and Kiana hoped that the extra few dollars she'd spent on rush shipping truly meant that the feeldoe would arrive quickly. She always got home from work before Troy did, so intercepting the package before he wondered what she might have ordered would be easy. It was Saturday, so the rush shipping should have the package in their mailbox before next Saturday. Troy would never have the chance to ask, "What'd you order, hon?"

But wouldn't it be thrilling to be able to answer, "I ordered something very special for you, baby, something I'm dying to show you!"?

Wouldn't it be so crazy hot to open the package in front of him, reaching inside to pull out the feeldoe and the harness and hold them in front of his surprised and confused gaze as she said, "I bought these especially for your gorgeous, firm, naked ass, and I'm going to push this end," she would say, pointing to the bulb end of the toy, "inside my pussy so that this end," and she would wrap a fist around the shaft and stroke it a time or two to make clear that it was a fake cock, "sticks up from my crotch." Shaking out the straps on the harness, she would point to the hole in the triangle of material to make evident the purpose of the article and say, "And then I'll slip the shaft through this hole here as I step into this harness that's going to make things nice and secure for me so that when I pour this lube . . ." and she'd show him the bottle ". . . onto the shaft, it's going to feel just like I'm lubing up MY cock in order to get it nice and slippery."

Then she'd let the implication hang in the air as she looked at Troy, her lips slightly parted and the tip of her tongue barely visible in an expression of pure desire and lust. When recognition started to work its way across his expression, she would say, "Yes, baby. I'm going to fuck you, REALLY fuck you, and let you find out how divine it feels to be the one opening up to take a cock deep inside."

And he would smile at her as the realization, then acceptance, then lust showed on his face.

Oh, shit! That would be so hot! That would be so very, very hot! Especially if, after her pronouncement, Troy stepped to embrace her tightly and whispered in her ear, "You are so naughty, but you know exactly how to turn me on. If your finger feels so good inside me, I can't wait for you to try out your new toy." She would melt completely into a puddle of desire, and he would say, "It'll make me so hot and horny to hear your moans when you're fucking me that I know I'll come for you."

And then---damn it!---the worries flooded back in. She imagined Troy staring at her dumbfounded, and shouting at her, "Are you fucking crazy? What the hell are you thinking?" and storming out of the room in total indignation.

This is killing me, thought Kiana.

***

The toy came on Thursday. Perfect. Friday was a half day at her dental office, and she'd be home by 1 PM with several hours alone before Troy arrived.

Oh, sweet Jesus! thought Kiana as she slid the lubricated bulb between the lips of her pussy. Whether it was actual physical stimulation or the psychological rush of knowing that she was in the act of husband-fucking preparation, the sensation was completely arousing. She savored it. 

Seated on the chair in front of her mirror in their large master bath, Kiana leaned back, eyes closed, and gripped the base of the shaft, intent on finding out if the Playtimers sales rep was just spewing marketing hype about the feeldoe being a satisfying masturbation toy.

Ummmm. Yes. She quickly found a way to gently press the bulb against her G-spot by tugging upward and forward slightly on the base of the fake cock protruding from her crotch.

Absolutely divine.

Kiana concentrated completely on using the feeldoe to stimulate her special spot, pressing for a moment, then releasing the pressure for a moment. It felt incredible.

She trailed her other hand down across her naked breasts and belly, fingers spreading apart to press down slightly on either side of her engorged clit to tease back the hood and more fully expose her pink, shiny, slick, and desperate-for-attention pearl. She began a languid stroking there as she continued using the dildo's bulbous end to stimulate the inner reaches of her sexuality.

This would make her come, she knew. She paused, knowing that she wanted the sensation of the dildo strapped between her legs, her fake cock stiff and pointing upward as she modeled it in front of the mirror.

But maybe just a little orgasm first . . .

Damn, damn, damn! It was more than a little one. Kiana had to stop for a moment and recover. She grabbed a wash cloth and pressed it to her sopping vagina after extracting the feeldoe. Too much wetness there and she would worry that her unpracticed vaginal muscles wouldn't be able to keep the dildo secure as she leaned over to step into the harness.

And she was very wet.

Her first experience with the wonderful toy provided an unexpected realization: clit-stroking was possible during masturbation by levering the shaft forward a bit, but if she pressed the base of the shaft up against her pussy, the delightfully thoughtful ridges there provided excellent clit-stimulating action. It was immediately clear to Kiana that being buried inside Troy's ass, being sealed up against his butt and the backs of his thighs, would mean that riding him would stimulate BOTH her clit AND her G-spot.

The toy would be part of her, and she would be using the shaft to fuck him while the base of the shaft plus the bulb in her pussy brought her off.

It would be psychological and physical bliss: the mind trip of being the one to invade, to go inside---deep---and the physical sensations produced by the dildo on her G-spot and her clit would combine to create what she knew would be the most intense sexual experience of her life.

Pirouetting in front of the mirror with her pretty purple cock jutting up erect and proud gave Kiana a tremendous thrill of psycho-sexual excitement. It was such sense of power. The phallus was so . . . so "out there"---a blatant and unmistakable sign that screamed, "I am ready for sex. I am ready to fuck you." She reached down and flicked a finger against the shaft while gazing at her image in the mirror. That produced a pleasurable sensation in her pussy and reinforced the psychology of wielding an ever-ready sexual instrument of penetration. 

See my hard cock, she thought. See how erect and stiff I am!

It was so intoxicatingly DIFFERENT from, "Come here, baby, and put it inside me"---the sexual coupling mindset dictated by female physiology. A hard cock between her legs was incomparably different from spreading her pussy lips wide to expose her wetness, a woman's sure-fire visual indication of sexual readiness. No, this erection, this artificially sculptured extension of her sex, sent a radically altered message of sexual intent.

The difference was shocking to Kiana. Is this how a man feels when he gets a hard-on? Does he feel this hot to fuck? Does his hard dick create a sense of power like this? Does seeing his erection thrill him with this sense of possibility, with this intense need to find his partner and thrust inside her?




Delilah's Hopes & Dreams for Samson



Does a stiff cock thrusting up from his crotch make him desperate to plunge it inside his lover and stroke and grind to the point of orgasm in order to sate an overpowering desire to both penetrate deeply and love deeply?

Yes, she'd been the aggressor before in sex. Troy liked it. It was great fun to take that role occasionally, but it still came down to aggressively taking HIS hard cock inside of HER.

As she stood before the mirror, gazing at her trim body with hardened nipples prominent on her firm breasts and the purple shaft protruding from between her legs, Kiana felt . . . sexy . . . turned on . . . powerful . . . predatory . . . excited beyond measure.

Oh, god! When? WHEN? When would she ever get to fuck her husband!

***

Kiana made sure to include finger-fucking frequently in their sexplay just in case the long, drawn-out approach to introduce Troy to man-fucking turned out to be the only solution to present itself. That part was not difficult: she loved the feeling of it, the sexy moans Troy made when she did it, the fantastic sensation of his gripping, pulsing asshole around her finger.

But what she did to cope with her horny frustrations about not being able to do more than that was in itself frustrating. Her continued investigation via the web turned up more advice from women, more stories, more ideas about strapon man-fucking. Her "research" made her want it more. She even bought a couple of DVDs featuring female-to-male strapon play (ordered after a long search---finding strapon man-fucking fare that wasn't the BDSM/domme/humiliation stuff turned out to be quite a challenge) and watched them multiple times, hiding them well after each viewing to prevent discovery and thereby potentially ruining her chance at using her feeldoe on Troy's glorious ass.

The DVDs were exciting masturbatory launchpads, but they were instructional, too. Noticing the difference in technique among the strapon actresses, Kiana remembered one of the blog poster's comments: "It takes practice. We women aren't born instinctively knowing how to move our hips like that. Unless we practice, it's a clumsy mess the first time. Having ruined my first encounter with embarrassed fumbling and a lack of technique, I'm speaking from experience, ladies. Practice first! Dry hump a pile of pillows, whatever, but figure something out. Men are skittish enough about the whole ass-fucking thing (when it's their ass being fucked!) without throwing your lack of skill into the mix."

Then Kiana remembered the pink tube from Jennifer's sextoy bridal shower. The male masturbator was purposefully built to simulate the snug feel of a woman's vagina. Surely she could situate it on a countertop or wedge it between the cushions on the sofa or in some other way position it as a practice orifice.

Another online purchase and rush shipping brought the second new toy to her quickly, and Kiana did, indeed, discover how valuable practice time with her new cock turned out to be. She even filmed herself after a few sessions in order to critique her technique.

She had gotten pretty good, she thought, viewing her self-videotaped practice fucking. She was way beyond the stiff-as-a-board-back-and-forth motions that a couple of the obviously less practiced actresses in the DVDs used. She was much closer to the smooth undulations of expertise demonstrated by the actress in the very best scene on either of the DVDs. That woman knew how to fuck a man in the ass with a strapon!

If Kiana needed any more proof that this new kind of coupling with Troy would be wildly erotic and powerfully arousing, it came when her nipples hardened and her pussy started lubricating as she watched her self-produced video, her hips working their seductive in-and-out cycling as she plunged deep and then withdrew from the pink toy.

Good grief! Just seeing myself make those movements is erotic! she thought.

The practice also turned out to be stimulating to the point of orgasm after sufficient experimentation with different techniques identified the ways to move that best stimulated her clit and her G-spot during her thrusting.

Kiana now had another means of dealing with her frustration to man-fuck her handsome husband: practicing the act.

As with all her other attempts to deal with the torture, though, practicing with her feeldoe made her even more desperate to use it to fuck Troy's beautiful, arousing, firm, upthrust ass.

Taking a cue from a scene in one of the DVDs, Kiana figured a way to replicate---in a strapon-less manner---a position that allowed the woman to watch the guy's eyes as she slid her shaft into his asshole. In a carefully planned scenario, she climbed off of Troy from her woman-on-top position during one of their lovemaking sessions, saying, "Let's try a new way for me to masturbate you, hon." She scooted off the bed and stood beside it. "Swing around so you can lie back with your legs dangling over the edge," Kiana instructed, a hint of mystery in her voice and a have-I-got-a-surprise-for-you look in her eye.

"Something new, huh?" he answered, doing what she'd asked. "Am I going to like this?" he teased.

With his butt now at the edge of the bed, Kiana stepped between his legs, reached under his thighs, and lifted his legs over her shoulders. "Oh, I think you'll like it, Mr. Reston," she answered in a voice perfectly suited to a spa attendant about to give a massage. Pressing her pussy close to him, she lifted his ball sac upward in order to seal her crotch against his perineum (and to make sure that his precious orbs weren't trapped uncomfortably). Then she began to stroke his cock.

"This way I can see your eyes and your face as I jack you off, and I can squirm against you at the same time," Kiana murmured as she leaned down to kiss him, pausing her strokes and trapping his cock and balls between them while being sure to keep any untoward pressure away from Troy's sensitive equipment. Straightening, she resumed masturbating him. "I love to see your face when you come."

"And I can reach up and play with your tits while you stroke my cock," he said with a grin, placing both hands underneath her breasts and playfully bouncing them upward off of his outstretched fingers. Her B cups bobbed up and down with his ministrations, but before long he was grabbing and squeezing her hard nipples as Kiana became more focused on working over his cock with the sole purpose of making him come.

But the entire purpose for this new and delightful way to play was to get Troy into one of the positions she would ultimately use when fucking him in the ass with her strapon. In the absence of her purple toy actually being in place, Kiana ground her pussy against him, imagining what it would be like.

Oh, yeah, this will feel insanely good, she thought, gazing down at Troy's closed eyes and expression of bliss as he continued playing with her nipples. Damn! If only I were really doing him right now. If only I had my feeldoe inside my pussy and the shaft buried up his asshole right now---that would feel so-o-o-o hot!

He released her nipples, dropping his arms to his sides and gripping the edge of bed.

Kiana knew he was getting close. She grabbed one thigh with the hand not engaged with his cock and pulled herself more tightly against him, trying to work her clit into direct contact against that sensitive spot between the back of his balls and his asshole.

There! Oh, yes-s-s-s-s-s, that's it, she thought, a guttural hiss escaping through her lips.

If I had my strapon right now, I'd be pulling him back against me with BOTH hands, she thought, imagining herself with a thigh in each hand and his calves draped over her shoulders. I'd be drilling my cock in and out of his asshole as he grabs the edge of the bed, squirming in my grasp.

"Look at me, baby," she said, knowing that both of them were getting very, very close.

Troy opened his eyes, lids fluttering briefly. "Jesus, Kiana, you're . . . you're gonna–" and he lurched upward with his shoulders before falling backward and thrashing through an intense orgasm. Kiana directed his jets of come up onto her breasts and belly as she reached her own climax, shuddering against him before releasing his cock, dropping his legs off her shoulders, and falling forward onto his chest, his twitching cock oozing the last droplets of cum between them as she reached under his shoulders to loop her arms behind him and hug her husband close to her.

They lay panting, recovering, for several minutes.

"We have to do that again," he whispered into her ear. "Promise me that we'll do that again when we make love."

Yes! she screamed mentally. Yes, my sweet husband. We WILL do it when we make love in the future, and as soon as possible we'll do it with my exciting new toy. Then I'll show you a whole new way for us to make love.

Every attempt at dealing with her frustration at not having her husband's gorgeous ass impaled on her strapon cock and moaning in lust as she stroked in and out of him made Kiana even more horny to do him. This pretend fuck with him on his back and her standing between his legs, simulating the fucking she would give him with her strapon, was no exception. The image of his face, gazing into her eyes as she stroked his cock while her clit was pressed tight against the flesh just above his anus became a visual that was exciting to retrieve. The image melded perfectly into Kiana's future masturbatory sessions in which she was wielding the feeldoe and riding Troy to an explosive orgasm.

***

After a month of frustration, Kiana had resigned herself to the slow approach that had been reported successful by some of the women in "the salon" and on various man-fucking blogs.

It was torture.

Then, as with the racy bridal shower for Jennifer, an opportunity presented itself: her sorority's Halloween costume party fundraiser.

The announcement/solicitation came in the mail: "Help us help a deserving young woman experience sisterhood! Our major fund-raiser, the Halloween costume party and silent auction, will be held this year on Saturday, October 30 . . ."

In a flash, Kiana had a plan. (All those agonizing weeks of denial, frustration, longing and lust---her subconscious must really have been busy! It was instantly apparent how this opportunity was tailor-made as a means of introducing Troy to her strapon.)

The university was two hours away, the perfect getaway-weekend distance that wouldn't require plane tickets and a bunch of extra hassle. (Truth be told, however, NO hassle would be too much hassle to more quickly sate her lust to slide the business end of her feeldoe inside Troy's ass.) It was far enough away, though, to be sure that they would not encounter anyone they knew during the activities that sprang full-blown to Kiana's mind when she opened the invitation.

The costume party offered the perfect opportunity to role play a situation that would lend itself to Troy being the supplicant to Kiana's new means of sexual conquest.

The set-up of the costumed event would give her the opportunity to tease Troy, to get him hot, to make him eager for whatever kind of lovemaking she promised, and then to take his anal virginity in a special place on a special night as they made love at the hotel. How long would she tease him? Kiana checked the invitation and found that the party and auction lasted from 7:30 PM to midnight. Great! Get there at 8, leave at 11:30. Three and a half hours to make him progressively hornier and desperate to fuck.

If she could last that long.

They would have Sunday morning to lounge through a brunch before returning home---the quintessential coda to her symphony of seduction.

As a final complement to the entire set-up, Kiana's mentee in her sorority's alumnae mentor program would provide both a point of contact for interesting conversation if the party turned out to be populated by nothing but insufferable bores, and she would also be an unwitting accomplice for Kiana's tease of her husband. Not having met her mentee Brandy in person, it would be good to get to know more about her, to talk with her about her plans in dentistry, and so on. It would also allow extended conversation with someone at the party, all the while Troy at her side as an obvious testament to her ability to land a gorgeous, sexy man.

It would be exciting to have Troy on display (some kind of costume to show him off was a sexy thought in itself!), all the while teasing him unmercifully as he stood next to her, the costume she picked for him allowing her to surreptitiously play with his firm backside.

Then, back at the hotel, Troy so hot to make love he couldn't stand it, Kiana promising a surprise to take both of them to a sexual place they'd never been, him eager as a puppy, intrigued . . .. It took approximately two seconds for all of this to rush through Kiana's mind upon reading the invitation.

***

And so, her costume: Delilah the seductress, Delilah the taker of his power, Delilah---on this night---the one who would take his virginity.

Kiana twirled in front of the mirror in the hotel bathroom, everything just so. The final piece of the costume lay on the counter: a tied-up shock of brunette tresses. She would loop the string securing the wig-like extensions around the fabric belt riding low on her hips. It represented the shorn locks of the previously powerful Samson, now but a toy at her disposal.

It would be such fun explaining this to curious party-goers. "Ahhh," would be the sound of recognition in their voices after her explanation:

"My husband, Troy, is dressed as Samson, and this hair secured at my hip (and she would pat the dangling tresses) is what I've shorn from his head to rob him of his superhuman strength. After all, Delilah was the seductress who discovered the source of Samson's strength and then took his strength away, leaving him at her mercy, right?"

The implication of their sexy role play would float in the air for any who cared to grab it. 

What a tease I am! thought Kiana. When she suggested they go as Samson and Delilah, it had taken some convincing to get Troy to go along---he was, by nature, not a show-off, and she knew she would have to employ a powerful convincer strategy to prompt him to agree. Describing HER costume, how much she would enjoy dressing up to be sexy and alluring for him, was her strategy. It had worked beautifully.

What Kiana did NOT do was describe her torturous teasing that their costumed roles would allow her to instigate. She did not describe the loin-cloth skirt and the briefs he would wear under them to the party---she simply said she'd take care of getting their costumes and would pack them for the trip.

She most certainly did not mention fondling his ass underneath his man-skirt at the party as she chatted nonchalantly with Brandy or other party-goers, hoping that her hand on his buns in a public setting would make him---what? Embarrassed? Aroused?

The thought certainly aroused her, moistening her pussy each time she called it to mind. She would initiate and direct a long, slow burn of arousal this evening and then consummate his penetration tonight because she---Delilah---owned his power.

God, how sexy!

Enacting her mantra of perfect seduction, Kiana had thought of everything, bringing battery-operated electric tea light candles to romantically light their getaway love nest. She had driven here a week earlier to inspect the hotel's suites, noting during the personal tour given her by the sales rep that the small sofa in the lounging area of the suite was positioned conveniently and was just the right height.

She thrilled to the thought of bending Troy over the arm of that sofa, flipping up his Samson-skirt, grabbing his asscheeks to spread him open, and . . . and then Kiana brought herself back to reality in time to mumble an apology for not catching the sales rep's last question.

The suite had a tabletop sound system with CD feature. Set to a soft volume, she would play romantic music from the CD she had bought specifically to take Troy's virginity. 

She would love hearing that music in the future, she knew. It would be imprinted in her brain.

Maybe it would become "our song" in the way that couples have a special song.

Kiana giggled at the thought as the hotel sales rep continued to point out other nice features of the suite.

The high-def, large-screen TV in the suite came equipped with a DVD player.

Hmmmm . . . 

Planning this night had been exciting fun. Now, here she was, Delilah to her husband's Samson. They had showered together before donning their costumes. Kiana had taken care to lather and rinse every inch of the hardness that quickly rose under her touch. She washed his balls, too, enjoying the tease. She turned him around and lathered his butt, spreading him open and sliding her soapy fingers between his asscheeks, thoroughly cleaning and teasing more, until his lustful moans let her know she should stop.

"I think Samson would like Delilah's finger inside him, but that's not part of what happens now, love," she said, slapping Troy's naked butt playfully. "We don't have time to get sidetracked."

"That is so dangerous to tease a man like that," Troy answered, stroking his erect cock as he turned toward her in the shower.

"Not for Delilah, my dear," Kiana replied, now rinsing under the spray. "You keep forgetting that Samson has no more power after Delilah cut off his hair."

She reached forward to close her fist around Troy's as he masturbated in front of her. "You must stop that, now, Samson. It's what I want." She grinned at him.

Reluctantly, Troy ceased stroking. "Just you wait. Next year, I will pick the costumes, and you can be sure I'll find something suitable, like maybe sheik and harem girl, and the harem girl, as everyone knows, is required to tend to the sheik's every desire."

"We'll see," Kiana answered nonchalantly (and hiding the thrill that Troy's scenario created for her). "Meantime, we need to start getting dressed for the party."

The strapon cock, harness, and lube were secreted underneath clothes in her suitcase along with the small tea lights. Delilah would slip into the feeldoe when she and Samson returned later in the evening. After preparing herself for his deflowering, she would emerge from the bathroom into the candlelit hotel suite, turn the corner, and lean against the wall, offering her Samson a view in silhouette, sculptured shaft pointing upward, and purr, "Samson, darling . . . the games we played at the party have me very, very hot to plunge deep inside you, to take your virginity and own your delicious bottom as my personal toy and plaything for all time."

Watching for his reaction, she would advance toward him slowly, and . . ..

"Kiana! Can you come out here and give me a hand with this silly costume."

It was just as well that Troy interrupted her reverie. 

It was going to be a very long three and a half hours.

As they exited through the door to the hotel suite out into the hallway, Kiana grabbed the handle, preventing it from closing. "Just a sec, hon," she said, slipping inside the room but then leaning out to explain, "I forgot Delilah's veil." 

She had done so on purpose. It was in her suitcase, lying on top of the other clothes. Retrieving the veil, she also reached underneath to get the feeldoe, harness, and lube, quickly stepping to the bathroom and secreting the dildo and harness underneath the sink and setting the bottle of lubricant on the countertop. Returning quickly to her suitcase (and worried that Troy would re-enter the suite if she took too long), Kiana gathered up the five electric tea light candles she'd brought and dashed about the suite, placing them on various surfaces.

All part of her careful orchestrations of what would occur when they returned.




Delilah's Hopes & Dreams for Samson



***

They drove to the sorority house and had to park a block and a half away. The robes they had brought to cover up did a fairly good job against the cold except for their ankles and feet, exposed to the chill in their sandals. They hurried up the steps onto the large porch and rang the bell.

"Alumna sister Kiana Reston and her husband," Kiana said from behind her veil to the pledge who answered the door. They were ushered inside, their eyes adjusting to the brightly lit room after coming in from the moonless night. "Here are our invitations."

The pledge took their robes, and Kiana noted with pride the young girl's reaction upon seeing her toy-for-the-night Samson/Troy. The girl's stare was blatant until she caught herself, embarrassed, and turned to take their robes to the coat closet.

Kiana didn't blame her. Troy was gorgeous as Samson. He looked like he had just walked off the set of a major Hollywood sword-and-sandals epic: leather straps (well, fake leather) criss-crossing his chest and framing his broad back and shoulders, gladiator-style forearm guards, a headband, sandals with long straps that latticed up to just below his knees, and the loincloth---a skirt, really---that was overlaid with 4-inch wide faux leather pleats studded at the bottom with small metal discs.

Her handsome husband's workout routine kept those abs visible and that chest broad and strong. The snug loincloth that hung down to about four inches above his knees accentuated his narrow waist, and the top part of the costume revealed his muscular shoulders and arms. At Kiana's insistence, he had grown a beard that was shaved down to the outline of his jaw, just like the actors in the Hercules movies. It completed the effect beautifully.

Pledges, sisters, guests, women, men, it didn't matter---Troy was a stunning Samson for them all.

It gave Kiana a sexual thrill for everyone to know he was hers.

And underneath his man-skirt, Troy was wearing a pair of snug briefs Kiana had bought as part of the costume. They hugged the curves of his butt deliciously, and knowing that his skirt was all that concealed those briefs was sexy fun, too.

"Damn, Kiana! I can't go to this party, or anywhere, for that matter, in this, this . . . skirt," he had sputtered back at the hotel. "And these briefs under them? These things look like they came from a catalog for gay men or something." His eyes had narrowed. "You didn't-"

"I bought what matched the costume, babe," she had soothed. "You've seen those movies with the gladiators and Jason and the Argonauts. Those guys look so macho in this kind of outfit."

"But, shit! I'll be showing my bulge in these tight briefs if I sit the wrong way," he announced. "And, hell, don't drop anything and expect me to pick it up. I'll forget I'm wearing this damned costume and just bend over to get it. Then you, and everyone else, would get way more information about me than I want to provide in public!"

Kiana hadn't said anything in response. She just looked at him, a smile starting on her face. He returned her gaze, his own grin starting to play across his lips.

They burst out laughing at the same time.

"So now you know what I go through," she had responded, leaning close to him. "Just imagine if that were a miniskirt."

"How did I ever let you talk me into this?" Troy had moaned in mock exasperation.

"Maybe because of this," Kiana had answered, doing her best belly dance imitation in front of him and working her costume to the best, seductive effect. "We are definitely going to be popular, don't you think? I think we're a damned hot couple and we should win the costume contest hands down!"

Seeing Troy now in his costume in the light of the sorority house, and noting the reaction of the pledge who had greeted them, combined to assure Kiana that her plan was working just as she had designed it.

"Let's see what kind of a party this is," she said, linking her arm into Troy's and leading him out of the foyer and into the throng of costumed attendees. She unhooked one side of the veil, leaving it to dangle at the ready for when she would draw it across her face and bat her eyes in her best imitation of a silent film star trying to beguile the handsome leading man.

It was such fun to introduce Troy as her Samson, never missing the chance to explain the locks of hair dangling from her waist. Troy was a trooper through it all, probably putting up with the tease because he was receiving all kinds of back-handed as well as blatant compliments in reaction to Alumna Sister Kiana's explanations about their costumes as well as about her professional life as a dentist and Troy's successful business. 

The comments about their costumes were the most fun, by far. "Well, Delilah," a typical comment went, "you have certainly snagged a sexy Samson. Will we get to see him flex his muscles for us and show how he'll pull down the columns of the temple?"

One comment was dangerously straightforward, but Kiana knew the co-ed hadn't realized what she had said when it came out of her mouth: "All I can say, Sister Kiana, is that you are a genius with costumes. Did you pick out everything for your Samson, too? I have to admit that I'm curious about what's under his skirt."

The faux pas slipped out. It wasn't intentional, Kiana knew, and a blush immediately crept across the young woman's face as she was about to blurt out an apology. Kiana quickly used the incident to her advantage, though, as part of her tease for the evening, and answered before the girl could stumble over an apologetic attempt to make things right.

"Male skirts do present some challenges," Kiana laughed, "but it was fun to make sure the undergarment fit properly. I did have to search to find something that would accommodate Samson's prowess." Smiling at the girl and the sorority sister with her, Kiana finished the conversation with, "Costume parties are just about the only time my gorgeous husband's talents are so readily accessible."

"Let's freshen our drinks," she immediately said to Troy, and led him away, giggling at the blush of embarrassment on his cheeks.

"Are you crazy?" he whispered to her as they moved toward the bar. "You might as well just have said, 'Yeah, the costume makes it easy to reach underneath and fondle his cock."

"I'm sorry," Kiana answered, pressing close to Troy. "I couldn't resist. You are so hot, baby. You're the showpiece at this party, and it turns me on watching the girls ogle you and knowing I'm the only one who gets to play with the party's sexiest man. I admit that I wanted to tell them you have a nice, big dick just to see the effect it would have on them."

Troy's look of surprise was only partially disguised by the hand he moved to his face in order to stroke his beard. "You're having fun doing this, aren't you?"

"More than you know, babe," she grinned. "And who knows? Maybe I'll reach under your skirt and fondle your balls right here at the party." Stepping to the bar, Kiana said to the bartender, "Just some sparkling water, please," leaving Troy a pace behind her, astonishment now clearly evident on his face.

"You are full of surprises tonight, Kiana," Troy remarked when she joined him, fresh drink in hand. "If I didn't know better, I'd suspect you planned these costumes just so you could tease me and all the women at this party."

"You'll never know, will you?" Kiana whispered back, now looping one arm around her man's waist.

They strolled to the area where the silent auction items were displayed, browsing among the assortment the sorority had put together. It was clear that the sisters tried to appeal to all tastes and all pocketbooks; everything from a few kitschy knick-knacks with a sorority theme tie-in to a five-figure New York getaway that included an evening meal at an ambassador's residence (a university and sorority alumna) before a Broadway play and accommodations at one of NYC's five-star hotels. Kiana and Troy placed bids on a couple of items.

At one point, Troy leaned over to inspect a wine-opening set which was displayed near the back of the table. Kiana was watching for just such an opportunity.

"Can you lean over a bit more, babe? I think there's a young co-ed behind you who's really enjoying the view and would like to see your cute butt underneath your skirt."

Of course there was no such voyeur, but Troy's response---straightening abruptly as though someone had just dripped ice water on the back of his neck---was comical yet so sweetly endearing. Kiana leaned up to kiss him. "I'm teasing. There's no one looking. It's just that your pose made ME want to look . . . and to touch." Lingering a second longer on his lips than socially aware lovers do in a public setting, she finally broke the kiss and searched his eyes with her gaze to emphasize the sincerity of her next whispered statement: "You think I'm just teasing about all this, and I guess I am to some degree, but you have to know, my sexy Samson, that if I could do it right here, right now, I would bend you over this table, flip the back of your manly skirt up onto your back, jerk down your briefs, and kiss your gorgeous ass while I stroked your cock. You are making me so crazy to fuck you in that outfit!"

Blood rushed to Troy's cock, just as Kiana planned. "Oh, what I'm gonna do to you tonight, you naughty little girl," he said. "Stop with the whispered turn-ons, Kiana, or I'll make a tent of this damned skirt right here at this party."

Smiling to herself, she took Troy's hand and pulled him towards one of the bathrooms on this floor of the sorority house.

"I know you're not a vain guy, hon," Kiana said after shutting the door to the bathroom. "I know you don't work out to strut around with flexing muscles, and there's not an ounce of conceit in you about the great shape you're in." She sidled next to him in front of the long mirror at the counter as she caught his gaze with hers in their reflection. "But you look so hot in that outfit, and I love being able to show you off in front of the women here. Knowing that my husband looks like this"---and she pointed to Troy's reflection in the mirror---"and this"---she turned him around to admire the rear view in the mirror---"well, you have no idea what that does for a woman's libido when she's around other women, especially good-looking women like the co-eds here." She turned him back around after running one hand over his hips, watching it slide across his flanks in the mirror's reflection. "Your body is so hot, and I'm the luckiest woman in the world. I love it!"

She grabbed his face in hers and devoured his mouth, kissing him deeply and passionately, something she had wanted to do at the auction table but could not. In the process, she pressed her breasts into his chest, feeling the fake leather straps of his outfit rub against her stiffened nipples.

Finally breaking their kiss, she said, "You are so damned sexy!"

Troy grinned. "Maybe I should dress like this more often." He grabbed one of her butt cheeks through the blousy material of her pants, the silk-like cloth sliding easily over the bottoms of the outfit. "You know I love it when you're turned on, Kiana." Squeezing firmly, he leaned close to her face and whispered, "I love it a lot."

"I know, I know," she answered happily, slipping out of his grasp. Reaching to the inside pocket of the costume that was sewn onto the waistband of the pants on her left hip, Kiana pried apart the two velcro buttons and drew out a flattened, folded-up rectangle of material. With a knowing smile at her husband, she shook out the material as she held it between thumb and forefinger, revealing three G-string panties.

His surprised expression delighted her. "I was only able to get three of these into this pocket, but---" and she quickly threw the panties on the counter and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her outfit, skinning both pants and the bottoms down her thighs to reveal the same kind of G-string at her crotch as the ones lying on the counter, "---I don't know if three more will be enough for me tonight."

Stepping out of the diaphanous pile of material at her ankles, Kiana looked at her stunned husband, smiling at him as she wriggled out of the G-string. "I've soaked through these thinking about how hot you look," she said, toying briefly with the panties before tossing them nonchalantly into the trash receptacle. "It's only 8:30, and we'll be here at least until after the auction. I don't know if three more G-strings will be enough for my gushing pussy."

Reaching for one of the G-strings on the counter, she continued her tease. "Will it make you hard underneath your man-skirt, knowing that I'm soaking through my panties when I look at you?" After stepping into the fresh G-string, she turned around, bent over, reached a hand back to one exposed asscheek and pointed at it. "Kiss me here, Troy. Let me walk back out there having just been kissed on my naked butt."

Of course, he did it. Hungrily, he grabbed her tightly against him in the process.

She struggled away, giggling.

"Tease!" he hissed.

"No," she answered, pulling back up the bottoms and then the pants before toeing back on the slipper-like sandals of the costume. "YOU'RE the tease, my handsome, sexy, muscular husband." She gathered up the remaining two G-strings and carefully folded them so they would fit back into the pocket at her hip. "You're teasing me and all the other women here with your body. Every one of us wants to reach underneath the front of this skirt and see what's hiding there." Kiana did just that, fondling Troy's cock and balls briefly, knowing that her manipulation would start the inevitable reaction. (Well, "start" wasn't really accurate; Troy's cock was already plumping nicely in advance of a rise to stiffness if he did not short-circuit it.)

"Give it a few seconds after I leave the bathroom before you come out, just in case there's anyone passing by," she said over her shoulder as she walked quickly to the door. Troy stood where she left him at the bathroom's counter, a frustrated expression on his face.

Stepping through the door and breathing a sigh of relief that no one was waiting to go in, Kiana walked back out into the fray of the party, smiling to herself at leaving her poor husband inside, his cock hardening and knowing that he was in for even more teasing.

Would he lock the door and pull down his briefs in order to stroke his cock?

She hoped so. It was thrilling to think about.

Kiana slipped a finger between the two velcro buttons and into the inside pocket on the other side of the costume. Yes, they were in there. 

The thong she had bought for Troy was in her pocket, waiting for him. It had been such wonderful fun to shop for the purchase that ultimately turned out to be a Gregg Homme Tiger Thong, a terrifically sexy number that went well with the skirt of the Samson costume. Even more important was the fact that, based on the pictures and descriptions at undergear.com where she'd surfed to after googling "male G-strings," the thong would be indescribably arousing when she pulled the front of his costume up to gaze at how delectably it packaged her husband's cock and balls.

Slipped into the pocket next to the thong was the "pouch," an even more revealing wisp of a garment. Best described as a thong without the back strap, Kiana had not even known one could buy such a thing until she saw it at the same site where she bought the thong. She could not wait to see her husband model both naughty garments for her in one or the other of the sorority's bathrooms on this floor of the house.

Let's see, she thought, glancing around to find a clock on some wall. There, over the makeshift bar. Hmmm, the silent auction would start in an hour or so. Get Troy back into the bathroom in, say, twenty minutes and direct him to shuck off his briefs and substitute the thong.

Oh, the delicious sense of control was arousing, even if it was only pretend control on this Halloween evening as he played a shorn Samson to her Delilah: "Take off your briefs, Samson. You're mine. You have surrendered all control along with the strands of hair no longer on your head. Step out of that confining and concealing undergarment. I want to know that more of you is exposed underneath that loincloth. Put this on. Now."

And she would pull the thong from her pocket.

He would be shocked. His expression! How arousing . . .

He would need help adjusting his penis and his balls so that the thong did its best to accommodate those glorious toys. What a pity that her assistance would make it increasingly difficult for her husband to keep everything stuffed inside!

Later, the pouch.

What would he think when he realized she had inched her hand up the back of his thighs and underneath his man-skirt as they watched the costumed party-goers? She would do that, first when he was in the thong, and then when he was in the pouch.

Because the pouch had no back strap, her hand on his butt underneath his skirt would mean she could slip a finger between his cheeks.

What would he think when she caressed his crinkled opening?

If all went well, he would be shocked, embarrassed, aroused, incredibly hot, and---oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, the thought made her dizzy---yielding to the touch of her fingertip on the center of his asshole. She would whisper in his ear, "Good boy, Samson You're making your Delilah incredibly horny by opening up to me right here in front of everyone. Are you as hot as I am, knowing that my finger is touching your asshole right now?"

Calming herself (and worrying again at the flimsiness and lack of absorbency provided by the G-string she had slid into only a few minutes before), Kiana moved back toward the swirling throng of costumed celebrants but stayed within eyesight of the bathroom door. A man dressed as a monk approached with a smile and a laughably bad fake skull piece meant to imitate the tonsured haircut appropriate for the costume. "Yes, it is a great way to raise money for the sorority's charitable causes," she said in response to his introduction. After another minute of small talk, she drifted away, happy to see Troy emerging from the bathroom.

Was he looking a bit flushed?

She caught his eye, and he walked toward her.

"You are very, very bad tonight," he whispered into her ear as he looked around at the fund-raiser's interesting mix of people and costumes. "You knew damned well that what you just did in the bathroom would get me excited."

"Poor baby," she replied in mock consternation, patting his cheek. "But you have to remember," and she dropped a hand to the locks of hair dangling next to her thigh, "when Delilah cut off Samson's hair, she had him completely under her control. It's not surprising in the least that she would toy with him, knowing that she now owns him."

Well, yeah. It was not a completely accurate interpretation of the Samson and Delilah saga. Even in her earlier teasing descriptions of their costumes at the party, Kiana knew that she was taking liberties with the story all for the sake of role-playing a couple in which the woman had ultimate control. Her version of the tale would do nicely, though, for Kiana's wicked plans for the rest of the evening.

Troy gave her a skeptical look. "I don't think–"

"Shhh," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "I got the distinct impression that you were very enthusiastic about things a few minutes ago." Leaning closer to him, she whispered, "At least, your cock was certainly getting enthusiastic." Smiling sweetly, Kiana straightened and said, "Oh, look! There's Sandra, one of the sisters on my floor when I lived in the sorority house. Would you get me some more sparkling water while I go say hi? She'll be happy to see me here."

Turning to leave him, she reached back to place a hand on Troy's arm. "And don't let any of the co-eds here slip their hands underneath your costume, no matter how much they want to," she said quietly, patting his arm.




Delilah's Hopes & Dreams for Samson



Striding toward her friend from her college days, Kiana thought to herself that the briefs Troy was currently wearing would probably do a good job of tamping down an erection. The G-string would afford far less forgiveness.

That thought triggered others in Kiana's mind as she wended her way toward Sandra. It had been easy to imagine Troy modeling the skimpy male undergear at the web site from which she had purchased the briefs he was currently wearing as well as the thong and pouch tucked away in the pocket of her costume. She had spent quite a bit of time at the site, inspecting everything, wanting to find undergarments that both matched his outfit as well as enabling her diabolical plans for the evening. She would tell him that she chose the thong because the color went with his loincloth in addition to the thrill it would give her to know he was wearing it at the party. (A good explanation, she thought, that would help him acquiesce to wearing the thong as the next step in her plan to have him wearing even less than that a short time later.) The pictures of the men on the web site posing in swimwear, boxers, briefs, thongs, and the wonderfully wicked "pouch" were delicious, and---as with her consumer research before purchasing her feeldoe---it was necessary to spend plenty of time comparison shopping.

Right?

The model wearing the thong which she'd purchased from the web site vendor did not have an erection in the picture---she determined he was in a pre-tumescent state after a minute of close inspection using the very thoughtful enlargement feature on the site that allowed a close-up view of the garments (and the models' anatomies, certainly something many shoppers must linger over, Kiana knew, based on her own reaction). Even in a state of pre-arousal, however, the thong looked snug around the model's penis and balls, which were clearly outlined in the picture. Poor Troy and his sturdy seven inches of erect manhood would be VERY hard pressed to keep everything tucked away if he became aroused in the Gregg Homme Tiger Thong Kiana had secreted away at her side.

God help him in the pouch!

Delighted that she was enjoying her intricately planned scenario to make Troy so hot for her to take him with her strapon that he would beg for it, she shuddered briefly at the thought of him bent over, the skirt of his costume tossed up onto his back to expose his naked ass as he moaned, "Do me, Delilah. Fuck me. I can't stand it anymore. Please fuck me!"

Stop it! Kiana scolded herself, willing her nipples back down at least one notch from the stiffness that instantly hit with the thought of Troy bent over and asking for her cock. Stop it! I only have two pair of panties left!

And then, like a freight train, the doubts hit her. What if he refused to play? What if he stormed out of the hotel room in disgust, leaving her crying in dejection and rejection?

The other party-goers must have wondered why Kiana slowed to a dead stop in the middle of the room, a worried expression on her face.

"Everything okay?" asked Sandra, touching Kiana's arm to break through her distracting thoughts. "It's you, Kiana Thompson, right?" Sandra was smiling encouragingly.

"Yes, yes," stammered Kiana. "I'm sorry, Sandra---I spotted you a moment ago and was on my way to say hi." She perked up, willing away the thoughts of Troy rejecting her and her sexy game. "But it's 'Kiana Reston' now. I'm married."

"Well, marriage has certainly been good to you then," laughed Sandra. "You don't look that different from when we were living at the sorority house. My god, that must've been, what? Ten, eleven years ago?"

It was always great to get such compliments.

"Let me introduce you to my husband. You'll get to see just how good marriage HAS been for me," said Kiana conspiratorially. She turned around to see if Troy was yet heading toward them with a fresh drink for her. Leaning close to Sandra, she said, only a little bit softer amid the din of the soirée's chatter and background noise, "I admit to just a tad bit of showing off in the selection of our costumes. Troy is a catch, and I count my lucky stars every day for landing a husband like him."

Her Samson strode up beside her.

Sandra's eyebrows rose upon seeing the man at Kiana's side, obviously the husband and "catch" just described.

"Sandra, this is my husband Troy." Smiling to herself, Kiana took the drink from Troy's hand. "Troy, this is Sandra Simpson," and Kiana paused in case Sandra would offer a similar correction regarding last name. It didn't come. "Troy and I have been married for five years."

"Glad to meet you," said Troy, taking a sip of his own drink. "So you knew Kiana in college?"

"Promise me that you won't make her tell you about the cheese doodles incident," Sandra giggled, "but, yes, we were students at the same time here at the college. We actually lived in the sorority house at the same time."

One side of Troy's mouth rose in an inquisitive smile.

"The cheese doodles!" Kiana laughed. "I'd forgotten about that!"

And so the conversation was off and running. Kiana sidled up to Troy as they chatted with Sandra, basking in the knowledge that her husband was a showpiece at this party and that she was the woman with him.

"Let me see if I can find my mentee," Kiana said after a bit when it was clear that Sandra had just spotted someone else she wanted to speak with. "I really like the alumni mentor program that the sorority devised last year, and tonight will be the first time I've actually met her in person," she said to Sandra.

"But let's chat more later, okay?" asked Sandra as she started across the room.

Kiana nodded. Troy slipped his arm around her waist.

"She seems like fun," he said to Kiana.

"She was one of the cool sisters. We had fun."

"Cheese doodles?"

"Don't get me started," Kiana smiled, taking Troy's hand in her own and pulling him toward the reception area where the guest sign-in table was being tended by one of the sorority's pledges. "I'm eager to meet Brandy in person. You've heard me mention her a couple times when I told you about signing up to be a big sister mentor in the sorority's profession-matching program. Brandy is thinking about becoming a dentist someday."

They navigated through the clumps of celebrants, picking their way through a maze of gangster, cheerleader, candy striper, vampire, and other costumes worn by the night's attendees. Reaching the sign-in table, Kiana asked the pledge attendant if Brandy Carraway was present.

"Yes," said the young woman who was tastefully dressed in a flight attendant outfit. "Miss Carraway is here tonight."

Grasping the situation after a moment's silent pause, the girl's hand rose to her chin as she apologized. "Oh, I'm sorry---you might not recognize her easily at a costume party, huh?"

Kiana smiled in agreement. She couldn't blame the girl for not having her wits completely about her when faced with a handsome man dressed as Samson displayed in front of her, his muscular shoulders, chest, and rippling abs prompting who knew what kind of thoughts in the sorority pledge's mind.

(Oooh, what fun! I hope she IS thinking of who-knows-what about my handsome man. I'm the one with him and the only one who will see him naked. Just for me. Just for my pleasure . . ..)

Kiana's thoughts were constantly turning to sex with Troy, to finally being able to use her new toy, to hear him gasp in pleasure as she fucked him.

She moistened more. They would have to visit the bathroom again soon. She would need a fresh G-string very quickly.

Thinking of stripping off his briefs and putting the thong on him during the next bathroom visit did absolutely nothing to slow down the pace at which the crotch of her G-string was dampening.

The girl tending the sign-in table described what must have been the only woman costumed this evening as one of the characters from a recently released film. Brandy had come as an elfin maiden from the latest installment of the "Mandridge Diaries" series of movies.

She was not difficult to find. The purple costume, described quite well by the pledge, was easy to spot among the swirls of color cascading about the large gathering hall in the sorority house.

Brandy was a stunner.

Perfect!

"Excuse me, I'm hoping you're Brandy Carraway. The pledge at the sign-in table described your costume."

The girl smiled. "Yes, I'm Brandy. You're . . .?"

Kiana extended her hand. "Your alumna mentor, Kiana Reston. And this is my husband, Troy."

The girl's smile broadened. "Dr. Reston! How wonderful to meet you in person! And thank you so much for being my mentor. Your advice in your second email to me has already come in handy as I've started planning my spring semester classes."

Blonde, firm breasts tastefully exposing the required décolletage for the costume and no more, a fetching figure in her elfin attire, and a truly beautiful smile hovering underneath striking gray eyes flecked with green, Brandy could not have been more suitably matched to the role Kiana had prepared for her.

Troy's tease would include Brandy chatting with them, unaware that Kiana had slid her hand under his costume and was fondling his naked ass, eventually slipping between his cheeks to caress his bottomhole, accessible as it would be to her after she had changed him into the pouch.

Would Brandy eventually notice that Troy was squirming? That Kiana's hand had drifted low behind him? That Kiana was carefully turned to hide what she was doing from Brandy and other party-goers?

(Kiana had determined that the half-wall which separated the foyer from the dining room in the sorority house would be the best place to secretly fondle and toy with Troy's naked ass; it was tall enough to lean back against in a natural fashion by resting one's lower back against the top edge, and the position she would have Troy adopt in doing so would create several inches of free space between his butt and the half-wall behind it. Legs spread to shoulder-width or so as he stood and leaned back, a drink in hand and trying to focus on their conversation with Brandy, would make Kiana's final tease of the evening possible.)

"I'm glad to be able to help however I can," Kiana said to her mentee. "I know how tough the curriculum is and how much the long hours of studying take away from partying and other fun, at least compared to some other majors at the university." 

Hugging Troy close to her, she began another round of teasing, testing the waters for whether her mentee would be a good listener during a conversation when Kiana's hand was on Troy's backside. "I've managed to make up quite nicely for lost partying time in college, though," she laughed, wanting to put the girl at ease and draw her into a big sisterly mindset that would make teasing comments seem more natural (and fun). "Troy makes sure that the pressures of running my own dental practice never get too intense. He knows how to relieve stress in all the right ways."

Troy rolled his eyes, and Brandy blushed a little.

"Don't let me embarrass you," Kiana said, leaning forward to place a hand briefly on Brandy's arm. "I feel like I know you well already from that first, long email, and I have to admit," she confided, looking at Troy, "these costumes are making me frisky tonight, what with this handsome Samson at my side."

Brandy relaxed a little, smiling at them. "Your costumes are really something."

Troy coughed. Now he was the one embarrassed.

"You are entering the costume contest, aren't you?" asked Brandy.

"After all the trouble I've gone to create these costumes? You bet!" laughed Kiana, casting a knowing glance toward Troy's face. "I was just telling some of the other sorority sisters how hard I worked to find all the right pieces of this Samson costume."

Kiana's comment tripped some kind of switch in Troy's thinking, and he gave up trying to prevent his wife's teasing. He surrendered and decided to make the best of things, knowing that more embarrassment was inevitable during this evening's build-up to whatever sexy surprise she had waiting for him at the hotel.

If this was the worst thing a husband had to deal with concerning his wife, then god bless the lucky bastard, thought Troy.

God bless me!

"Are you going to start again with that story about picking out the exact perfect thing for a guy to wear under a loincloth?" he said, looking down and speaking out of the side of his mouth in a mock stage whisper meant to be plenty loud enough for Brandy to hear. He raised his eyes to smile at her, a conspiratorial grin on his face that immediately put the co-ed at ease in this bizarre situation.

Troy's words and actions amazed and delighted Kiana.

He gets it! He's telling me he wants me to tease him in front of her!

"Can you blame me?" Kiana asked Brandy, not missing a beat after Troy's surprise statement. "Wouldn't you want your own Samson to be suitably attired under his man-skirt?"

Brandy was awed by all of this, and it showed in her expression and the clumsy way she moved her hands in response to Kiana's question. She was, after all, an undergraduate in her late teens, a babe in the woods who had just found herself the Greek chorus to the play that Kiana and Troy were enacting in front of her. The sexy playfulness displayed between longtime lovers was something that no undergrad co-ed like Brandy would have had any experience with. Hell, thought Kiana, some of them probably didn't even know such a thing existed.

But Brandy was willing to play along. Chalk it up to the fact that the wine glass in her hand was the second one of the young evening for her. Chalk it up to being intrigued by what really WAS underneath the loincloth. Chalk it up to any number of things, but Brandy's answer thrilled Kiana because it communicated her mentee's willingness to play voyeur to Delilah's torturous teasing of her Samson (as well as letting Kiana know that this future dentist was mature beyond her years).

"Yes, if I were lucky enough to have a Samson like your husband out with me at a costume party, I would want to be very sure that nobody got any accidental peeks at what his loincloth is covering."

Troy's eyebrows rose in surprise, but he smiled quickly. "This is going to be such a long evening," he said in mock despair.

Kiana giggled. "Brandy, I'm not kidding about the long hours in college being necessary to succeed in your undergrad degree and then on in more academics and then finally in dental school. If there's one thing I can emphasize as a mentor, it's that you really do have to plan out plenty of study time and plenty of time in the library and talking with your profs when you have problems." Placing one hand on Troy's muscular chest, displayed as it was in his Samson outfit, she continued, "But I don't really know what to tell you as a sure-fire way to succeed in finding a man like this."

"Whatever you did worked, that's all I can say," Brandy replied, a faraway look in her eyes as she watched Kiana roaming her hand over her husband's strong chest.

"Hey! What about me?" Troy asked, grasping the hand Kiana was playing across his chest. "I did pretty damned well my own self, don't you think?" Looking at Brandy, he said, "I lucked out with my beautiful wife, don't you agree?"

Kiana melted at his words. She smiled and leaned up to kiss Troy on the cheek.

"Let's talk some more," she said to Brandy, moving the girl aside to indicate a conversation that didn't necessarily have to involve Troy. Grinning, she told Troy, making no attempt to lower the volume of her voice or direct her comment away from Brandy's hearing, "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes, Samson. Your costume must need some adjustments by now."

Brandy's wide-eyed look of surprise was just what Kiana hoped it would be. She knew, too, that Troy clearly saw the girl's reaction to her comment.

As Troy moved back toward the auction table to kill some time before their next bathroom rendezvous, Kiana sauntered the few steps with Brandy to a pair of chairs at the sorority's dining room table. "I guess it's easy to tell that we're playing with each other tonight, huh?" she asked the co-ed as they seated themselves at the table. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or to have you think I'm some weird woman who gets her jollies by embarrassing her husband in front of strangers," she said, looking at Brandy as the girl took another sip of wine from her glass.

"Oh, my god, no! I don't think you're weird," Brandy replied. "I think you're an incredible woman, Dr. Reston. I mean, your own dental practice so early out of dental school, a cum laude graduate from this university, donating your time to be a mentor . . . how could I think anything of you except that you have your act together and that I should be lucky to be getting your advice." The girl seemed a bit embarrassed to admit this. "See, I had to work really, really hard just to get into this university. I didn't take high school very seriously, partied a lot, you know the story. But I scraped by and got in---probably because my dad gives a lot of money to this school. Since then, though, I've buckled down."

Surprised, Kiana listened closely. She had no idea about Brandy's past.

"I had my fun during high school, and I learned enough then to know that there are a whole lot of guys out there who don't want more than to get inside a girl's pants-" Brandy looked up abruptly. "Oh, I didn't mean to say it like that . . ."

Kiana's look told the girl it was okay.

"Well, seeing you and your husband just now, how much you clearly love each other and still enjoy playing and, and . . ."

Now the girl really was stumbling over her words.

"And enjoying our sex lives?" Kiana asked.

"Yeah," Brandy answered, an exhalation of relief passing between her lips as her shoulders drooped a little. "It's like you're the perfect role model, Dr. Reston. You're successful, you studied hard in school, you married an incredible man, somehow you've managed to keep your figure in spite of all the hours and work it takes to set up your own practice."

She stopped her explanation abruptly to look piercingly into Kiana's eyes. "And on top of all that, the first time I meet you, you're looking for all the world exactly like the seductive character your costume represents and you're teasing your drop-dead gorgeous husband, who himself is dressed in a costume that's making every girl here drool, and the two of you are, for whatever reason, inviting me to be a witness to the sexy game you're playing."

Kiana was mightily impressed. Not only had Brandy accurately sized up the situation, she had expressed it eloquently.

"I won't go into all the great aspects of our marriage," Kiana said, leaning back a bit in the chair. "But I'm glad you think I'm a good mentor and role model, Brandy." She set her glass of sparkling water, now flat and warm, on the table and leaned closer to her mentee. "And I hope that you don't think less of me because my husband and I are using this event for some private playtime."

Brandy smiled and shook her head. "Far from it. Don't you see? The fact that you ARE doing that, and letting me see you do it and know that the two of you are so much in love and still turned on by each other . . . THAT's what I'm talking about. Successful dentist, sexy husband who loves her, volunteering to help a young wannabe like me . . .."

Brandy trailed off, an almost apologetic look on her face.

"I'm flattered," Kiana responded, "but you know I'm not perfect. Troy knows I'm not perfect. I know I'm not perfect. But I'll do everything I can to provide whatever help and advice I'm capable of." She patted Brandy's arm. "In exchange, how about tonight you play along with me while I tease my handsome Samson?"

The girl's grin was enthusiastic.