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Bob & Susan Ch. 01

By: mostanything



Chapter One: First Time Together and in Public

As they waited for the waiter to show them to their seats, Bob looked around the restaurant, well pleased. He has chosen it on the advice of a friend who told him that it had a very intimate atmosphere. It was dimly lit, with rectangular tables covered with tablecloths that hung down on the sides. The patrons seemed to be gathered at one side of the room, likely because it was easier for the waiters. 

Soon, a young man approached, telling them he would be their waiter for the evening, asking them to follow him. Bob stopped him, handed him a twenty, telling him that they wanted some privacy. The young man smiled and nodded, leading them to a corner of the room away from the other people. He held the chair for Susan on the side of the table next to the wall. Bob started to sit across from her when Susan said: 

"Why don't you bring a chair over here and sit beside me, Bob." 

Bob quickly did as she requested, eager to please her. This was his first date with her, and he wanted it to go well. He had heard that she loved sex and was eager to get some of it, if at all possible. The waiter handed them the menus, took their drink orders - - a bottle of wine and two glasses - - and left. 

As they looked at the menu, Bob dropped his hand casually, resting it on Susan's leg. He wanted more than anything else at this moment to slide his hand up her bare inner thigh and touch her love opening, but was afraid to move too fast, afraid to scare her off. After finding no resistance, Bob began to rub slowly, keeping his hand on top of Susan's leg, near her knee as they talked with each other. 

Susan felt horny. It had been almost two weeks since she had been laid, and she wanted - - no needed some real sexual stimulation tonight. She loved the naughty, lustful feeling of sex in public places and wished Bob would move his hand further up her leg now. She was afraid, however, to push him for fear of scaring him off. After all, this was her first time out with him. She also knew Bob was married, that his sex life at home was nil, and his wife was out of town for the week. The married part didn't bother her because Bob had a reputation for not playing around. That meant that she could have sex with him without a rubber and still not have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. She sometimes dated married men who did not sleep around because of this. She had agreed to go to dinner with him, on condition that they found a restaurant at least an hour's drive from their hometown. This restaurant was twice that. 

Bob continued to rub Susan's leg as they talked, staying close to her knee, but finally moving to her inner thigh. Susan spread her legs slightly, wanting to assure him that it was all right and felt his hand move further, then stop, caressing, but going no further toward her pussy. 

Unable to contain herself any longer, Susan put her hand on Bob's leg and slid it to his inner thigh, rubbing, moving upward to mid-thigh, just inches from his "package." 

Bob took it as a hint, permission, and began to move his hand higher. His breath quickened as he inched upward, feeling the warm, smoothness of her inner thigh. His heart beat faster as he hoped, prayed she would let him continue to explore. The long tablecloth hid their movements from the patrons and staff.

Susan shivered slightly with excitement and anticipation. She wanted him to touch her pussy here in this public place; to be able to look out at the patrons and waiters as her pussy was petted, caressed - - she love words like pussy, cock, fuck - - loved hearing, saying, even thinking them. They made her feel very hot and lustful. Now, she enjoyed the feel of his hand caressing near her pussy, loved him doing it in public. She had come partially prepared, wearing a skirt that reached half-way down her thigh. When she sat down, her skirt had ridden up a bit so that Bob's hand could reach a lot of her thigh, but not enough for him to reach the spot they both wanted him to. 

They talked, looking into each other's eyes as Bob's hand moved higher, feeling her soft, so warm under his hand. Bob felt himself hardening and Susan became aware of her growing moistness. Bob hoped as his hand inched closer and Susan willed him to continue. When Bob's hand could go no further, Susan spread her legs a bit more and moved, sliding her sexy ass on the chair, making her dress rise higher - - high enough for him to reach her waiting cunt with his hand. She smiled encouragement, hoping he would know what she wanted. 

Both were breathing hard by the time Bob's little finger touched Susan's panties. Bob realized that a mere bit of cloth separated him from heaven and his breath caught. Susan closed her eyes and gasped slightly at his touch. 

It was then that they heard the waiter clear his throat and realized he was standing at their table. 

"May I take your order, or would you prefer to wait a few minutes?" 

Susan's eyes flew open and she realized that Bob had quickly moved his hand. Susan noticed that the waiter seemed calm and his voice was fairly steady, but as her eyes met his, she could see, and enjoyed, a bit of a blush. The waiter looked away quickly. He had realized what was going on about the time he cleared his throat, but he was too professional to let it show, although he was a bit embarrassed. 

"Could we have a couple of more minutes?" Susan asked, smiling at the waiter, enjoying the feeling that he was aware of what they had been doing. "I think we will be cuming to a decision soon." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Susan could tell by his sudden start that he understood the meaning of her words. 

As the waiter walked away, Susan looked intently at Bob. 

"Were you enjoying what you were doing?" Susan asked. 

"God yes." Bob stammered. 

"Do you want to continue?" 

"Yessss, Please!" 

"Then don't move your hand away again." Susan responded. "You need to understand that I get very turned on by knowing that people can see me while I am engaged in some type of sex. But it is very deflating for me when you stop. If you want to get further with me tonight, don't remove your hand from my pussy again." 

Bob nodded, hardly believing he was with such a sexy woman. He immediately moved his hand beck to Susan's inner thigh, his finger touching her panty-covered, very wet, love (and lust) opening. He lost no time as he began to feel and rub her again, easily feeling her moistness through her panties. 

Susan reciprocated by sliding her hand that had been on Bob's inner thigh with one smooth movement to the bulge in his crotch, cupping his balls through his pants, then running her fingers up and down his shaft. Bob stiffened and sighed with pleasure. 

"God, Susan, you are so damn sexy!" He whispered. 

"So fucking sexy." She corrected him. 

"Yes, so fucking sexy." He responded quickly.

As she continued to play with Bob's cock and balls through his pants, Susan said quietly, "We need to choose something from the menu, lover." 

Bob nodded, barely able to focus on what she was saying. He was lost in fantasy about having his head between Susan's smooth legs, exploring with his tongue the sex tunnel he was almost touching. 

"Baby, we need to order." Susan said again, playfully, laughing, excited, realizing that one spot on her body was all Bob was thinking about at the moment. 

Susan squeezed Bob's balls in her hand lightly, but enough to cause slight pain, getting his attention, telling him again that they needed to order. Bob reluctantly removed his hand, took the menu, looked briefly, set it down and returned his hand, petting her pussy through her panties, by now, not just moist, but completely soaked. 

Susan also looked at the menu briefly and made a decision, then returned to playing with Bob's raging hardon. As Bob raised his hand for the waiter, she deftly unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside, groping, feeling his erection through his briefs. The waiter moved toward them instantly, and it was obvious that he had been watching them. Both Bob and Susan were sure he had been doing so since he was at their table and realized what they were doing. As the waiter stood on the other side of the table taking her order, Susan smiled, finally able to slide her hand under Bob's briefs. As Bob began to order, Susan's fingers grasped his hard, bare cock, and he suddenly had great difficulty finding the right words and saying them without stammering. 

When the waiter left, Bob looked into Susan's eyes with pure lust, wanting her now. His fingers began to try to work their way under the crotch of her panties. He was in too much of a hurry, and when his fingers pulled her pussy hairs as he tried to lift the crotch of her panties, Susan stopped him. Working slowly, so as to not draw too much attention, she slid her panties down her legs, caught them on one foot and lifted them to her hand. Then she opened herself for Bob again, this time with no barriers. 

Now, Bob moved more slowly, touching Susan gently, feeling her soft, delicate love lips. He was afraid that his dry fingers would irritate her and so he rubbed one finger up and down her very wet slit for lubrication and then slid easily inside her, exalting in the feel of her creamy, sticky honey. He moved his finger in and out slowly, then a bit faster, feeling her hips hunch slightly, keeping up with his thrusts. She was so wet his finger moved easily; he heard, or perhaps only imagined he could hear it squish inside her. Her very soft sounds of pleasure drove him higher and further and he slipped a second finger inside her, moving them in and out and up and down. 

After a few moments, Bob withdrew his wet fingers, rubbed them on his thumb and began playing with her lips, touching them again, teasing, pulling gently. Susan had long, very sensitive lips and she loved having them teased. She only wished now that it were Bob's lips sucking on them, pulling them, fantasized about him being under the table eating her as the patrons and waiters watched. 

Bob's finger moved further up, and Susan jumped as it touched her clit, sending electric shocks through her. Her grunt was almost loud enough to attract attention from the other patrons, but not quite. She fantasized it was his tongue - - and knew it soon would be. Bob felt her love hair, running his fingers through it, wishing it were his nose and tongue, instead of just fingers. 

Susan had not been idle. While enjoying Bob's fingers, she had extracted his cock from his pants and was running her fingers up and down his very stiff shaft. She felt gently, exploring his completely exposed member from his pubic hair at the base to the head mushrooming out with the little slit in the middle, taking note of his length and circumference, the feel of the large vein on the underside, imagining it in her mouth and in other openings in her body. 

Susan loved the feel of a warm, hard cock, always wanting to see how much she could make it grow. She loved what she could do when she played with one, the feeling of power and control. She lightly ran her fingernails up and down his undershaft, teasing, feeling herself getting hotter as she heard Bob's little gasps and a very softly muttered, "Oh God." Gripping him firmly in her hand, she began to stroke him slowly, stopping briefly to pet his bulging head with each upstroke. Her hand stopped and reached inside again, cupping his balls, playing gently, separating them in their sack and holding each one in turn. Then she returned to playing with his cock. 

She wondered if she could make him cum with just visual stimulation and decided to find out. Putting one finger on the large vain on the underside of his cock, Susan milked from the base to the tip, watching a large drop of precum ooze from the slit. 

"I think I'll have an appetizer first." Susan said. Putting her finger to the tip of his cock, she caught it and put it to her mouth, sucking. "MMMMMMM, great appetizer, Baby." Susan laughed at his expression. 

Realizing that Bob was about to shoot his load, Susan realized that she could make him cum whenever and wherever she wanted, and that was enough for right now. Actually, she was not ready for him to cum yet, and grasping Bob's cock again, she put her forefinger at the base, on the large vain, squeezing. She felt his cock thrusting, twitching in her hand and knew his cum was trying to spurt its way out, that her finger was all that was preventing it from shooting out, all that was keeping him very hard for the time being. 

When Bob's cock stopped jerking and she knew the risk of a climax was past for the moment, she released him and reached between her own legs, pushing his hand aside for the moment, sliding one finger inside herself, moving it around, coating it with sweet love honey. Lifting the finger to Bob's mouth, she slid it across his lips. 

"Here's your appetizer too, Baby." She said softly as Bob sucked her finger eagerly, licking it with his tongue, savoring her juices. He would rather taste her with his tongue inside her, but this was great too. 

When she removed her finger from his mouth, Bob gasped, "More!" 

"Get it yourself, Baby." Susan replied, looking down between her legs and spreading them a bit more. 

Bob lost no time in sliding two fingers inside Susan, pumping them in and out gently, coating them. Her hips moved, meeting him. She loved being finger fucked - - especially in public places. She wished she could find a way to have him under the table, licking her while she sat and casually and sipped her wine as she looked out over the restaurant. She glanced up, and yes, the waiter was still across the room, watching them. Other waiters glanced their way frequently, and she was sure they had been talking. She wondered if any of the patrons were aware and was assured that they must know what was happening, since some glanced over their way frequently. 

Susan's eyes returned to Bob's as he removed his fingers, met her gaze, and began to lick the sweet, sweet nectar of the gods from them. 

"God, Baby, you taste wonderful!" Bob whispered. 

"Do you want to eat me"

"Yes! God yes!" 

"You know that if you eat me, you have to continue for a long time. I love the feel of a tongue on my pussy and clit. And I like everything down there licked, not just my pussy and clit." 

"Everything?" Bob could only gasp. 

"Front and back." Susan replied, very hot. "I want your tongue inside me in both places." 

"Both?"

"Yes, I need to have your tongue inside both my pussy and asshole. Are you wanting to do that for me?" 

"Yes." Bob gasped. 

Seeing his look of pure, animal lust sent Susan over the edge. She needed some immediate relief. 

"Finger-fuck me and make me cum." She sighed, uttering a slight moan as Bob's fingers entered her again. 

"God, that feels soooo fucking good." Susan sighed as quietly as she could, feeling his fingers beginning to move in and out. 

As Susan continued to pump Bob's cock and her hips hunched Bob's fingers inside her, Bob's thumb began to touch her clit, moving up and down and then across it, side to side, lubricated with her sweet honey. Her hips moved in rhythm to his playing; wanting, needing her first climax of the evening. She came with soft grunts and groans, eyes closed, knowing the waiter was likely watching, knowing that he was seeing her cum. 

Bob was also on the verge or cumming when Susan finished her climax and sensed it. A she grasped the base of his cock, circling it with her thumb and forefinger, putting pressure, stopping the creamy, white sex goo from shooting all over himself and her. 

"Not yet, Baby." She whispered as she heard him groan softly with disappointment. " I need you to stay very hard for a lot longer, but I promise you will enjoy it when you do - - and you will cum for me more than once." 

Susan grinned, a bit sadistically, thinking that if this didn't work out with him to her satisfaction, she might, on a future date, make him cum on himself and then enjoy him trying to hide it as he walked out of the restaurant. 

Their dinner arrived and they ate, continuing to play and talk. As they ate, Susan picked a small piece of steak from Bob's plate, and looking into his wide, unbelieving eyes, she slide it down between her legs inside herself, flavoring it, then put it in his eager mouth. On another occasion, she milked Bob's precum and fed herself. As they neared the end of their meal, Bob began to play again, taking Susan to her second climax. As she came down, she knew she was so wet that she must have leaked all over her chair and grinned, thinking about leaving a permanent reminder of her public sex in this place. 

As Susan looked around the room after her second climax, she noticed several more patrons looking their way. Either they realized what was happening, or they suspected. She felt hotter, more excited at the thought of knowing that others were watching her, realizing that the trouble they would be in if someone who knew them were in the restaurant . . . But this place was actually a long way from home and no one knew her here. Her public fun wasn't finished yet. 

"Did you notice the bulge in the front of the waiter's pants when he came over here?" Susan asked. 

"No, I can't say that I did." 

"Well, I certainly noticed it - - a very nice bulge." Susan laughed. "Bet he has at least eight inches, hard." 

"What?" Bob stammered.

"I'll bet you that he has at least eight inches, hard." Susan said again, laughing. "Care to take my bet? The loser has to do whatever the winner wants when we leave here." 

"So, how are we going to find out?" Bob asked, still not believing this. 

"I'll ask." Susan replied. 

Just then, the waiter was at their table. "Do you want desert?" This time, Bob noticed the bulge. 

"What did you have in mind?" Susan grinned, looking directly at the bulge below the waiter's belt and then up into his surprised eyes. She laughed as he began to blush. 

"Sorry, but you are the subject of a bet. I win the bet if your cock is at least eight wonderful inches. Do you have eight inches?" 

"What?" The waiter stammered, hardly believing the question. 

"We were noticing the bulge in your pants while you were watching us and I estimated that your cock must be at least eight inches long. Do you have eight inches?" Susan repeated, smiling at him. 

"Eight and a half." The waiter replied, feeling very hard and almost unreal. He had never had a woman ask him such a question in public. 

"Are you satisfied, Bob, or do you want to see it to make sure?" Susan grinned. 

"I won't concede loss until I have proof." Bob smiled back. 

"God, I'd love to see it to make sure too." Susan grinned again. 

Susan had a brief vision of being with both Bob and the waiter, but thought that a first date was not an appropriate time to suggest adding another man for sex. Perhaps some other time after she had gotten to know Bob a bit better. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" Susan moaned slightly at the thought, but tonight she was here with Bob, who had gotten hotter with the interchange. 

"Would a fifty dollar tip be enough for you to let the lady see and make sure?" Bob's voice broke in, surprising Susan, who gasped and then grinned again, liking the way Bob thought. 

"Fifty bucks? Sure. I'll tell my boss I'm going outside for a smoke as you're leaving." 

"Baby, I am so fuckin hot I am about to bust." Bob whispered as the waiter smiled in anticipation and left. "I have to get you alone somewhere - - now!" 

"Sure, Baby, I need you as much as you need me!"

After they had adjusted their clothing, they left, and the waiter followed shortly, meeting them in the parking lot. Walking over to a dimly lit part of the lot, the waiter started to unzip his pants. 

"Why don't you do that?" Susan heard Bob say. Looking at him, she saw the laughter in his eyes, and the dare. 


Bob & Susan Ch. 01



"Be my guest." 

Looking at Bob, Susan unfastened the waiter's belt and the button at the top of the zipper, unzipped his pants and pushed then down around his knees. Next, she grasped the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, uncovering his very hard cock. She grasped his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly, grinning at Bob. 

"Well, do I win the bet?" 

Bob laughed and nodded his head, acknowledging that the cock in Susan's hand was at least eight inches long. 

Susan stroked the cock a couple of more times, enjoying the feel of its length, then removed her hand. She had felt the cock twitching slightly, and looking into the eyes of the young man, knew this was very erotic for him. He was about to cum. 

Giggling, she put her hand behind his head, pulling him down to her mouth and kissed him passionately, then turned him loose. 

"Thank you, honey, you were wonderful. You will find tips from both of us on our table. Mine is the very special one under my napkin. Be sure that you get to it before the table is cleared." 

Susan took Bob's arm and walked with him to his car, thinking about what she would require of him as the fruit of their bet. Perhaps it was a bit soon to mention her new strapon, she thought, but she would think of something for tonight. 

As for Bob, he was as excited about losing the bet as he would have been about winning it, sure that he would lustfully enjoy anything this lovely vixen would require of him. 

Returning into the restaurant, the waiter moved to their table. Lying in the open was a very nice monetary gratuity exceeding the promised fifty dollars from Bob, and lifting the napkin, he found the lady's tip: a pair of very sexy, and very damp panties. 



Bob & Susan Ch. 02



Chapter Two: Highway Sex for the Truckers

Bob’s recent experience with public sex with Susan in the restaurant and watching her jerk off the young waiter in the parking lot had near sexual frenzy. On top of this was the excitement of being with another woman while his wife was out of town for a week on a business trip. Besides being his first foray into the affair scene in a long time, the woman he was with was lovely and perhaps the overall sexiest person he had ever known. After he and Susan got in the car following the jerk off session, Bob could not contain himself any longer. 

“Susan, you came twice in the restaurant there and I am so excited I about to bust. I don’t think I can make it for 120 miles without a climax.”

“I know, Baby. You need to cum. Would you like me to suck you off on the way back?” Susan asked, grinning with anticipation. She loved sucking a hard cock, the feel of cum shooting into her mouth, the control she had at that moment.

“God, yes!” 

“Just remember that we ladies can cum more times that you men, and I am not through for the night.” Susan put her hand on his pants over his hard cock. 

“Take your pants all the way off, and your briefs too.” 

“Oh yes.” Bob hurried and soon was naked except for his shirt, his erection sticking straight up. 

Lifting the armrests separating them, she reached over and began to play as they drove out of the parking lot. Now she had free access to cock and balls, more than she had had when she played with then under the table earlier. She started to lean over to take his cock in her mouth when he stopped her. 

“What about you?” 

“Me?” Susan asked. 

“Yes, you. I’ve felt and tasted your pussy, but I haven’t seen your pussy yet?”

“O.K.” Susan grinned, slipping off her skirt. Since she had left her panties for the waiter, she too was now naked from the waist down. 

“You want to see my pussy?” Susan sat facing him, her back against the passenger door. Scooting her ass down, she spread her legs and began to play with herself, rubbing her pussy and clit, then spreading her lips so he could see the love opening. She felt the power again as his eyes focused on her, knowing she had his entire attention, was the completely focus on his desire, his very life at this time. 

“What to you think about my pussy? Wouldn’t you like to lick it and put your tongue inside? Fuck it with your cock, feeling it so warm and wet? Cum inside it?” 

All the while, Susan’s eyes were laughing at him as she played and slipped fingers inside herself to tease him more. She played for a few seconds as Bob looked from the road in front of the car back to the passenger side, then back to the road again. 

“Yeeeeeeeeesss.” Was all Bob could answer, thoroughly fascinated by this woman who felt so free with her body, sexuality, and desires. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any other woman in his memory. He watched as she slowly took off her blouse and her bra and was completely nude, then continued to play with her pussy with one hand and her nipples with the other. 

“Want to feel my tits?” 

“Yeeeeeeeessssssss.” Bob said again, and sighed as Susan scooted over next to him. 

Bob reached over with his right hand as she moved toward him so he could feel her soft breast, cup it and squeeze it as he drove down the road. Grasping her nipple between his thumb and finger, he rolled it, pinching slightly, and was rewarded with a low moan. He kept twisting it softly, hearing more moans and gasps. 

“Just don’t get pulled over by a cop.” Susan said through her groans of pleasure, noticing that the car was swerving slightly as Bob tried to watch both the road and her pussy. “I would be in deep shit.”

“You could just blow him and he would let you go.” Bob laughed, joking.

Susan laughed back, but began to form a mental image of the cop agreeing to let her go if she sucked him off and taking her to his car. In her quick fantasy, the cop sat in the driver’s seat and she lay on the passenger side, her knees against the door, her lower legs curled as she took his dick in her mouth, sucking. In her mind, she somehow bumped the radio, turning it on. Hearing other cops talking on the radio and realizing that her blowjob could be heard by every cop in the city, as well as everyone with a scanner turned on, she began to suck with loud slurping noises, making comments about his hard cock. 

When Bob’s voice cut in, Susan jumped and realized that she was playing with her soaked pussy while Bob played with her nipple.

“I don’t know where you are, Baby, but it must be a good place. I hope I am a part of that.” 

“You are, Baby; you are.” 

“Do you want to tell me what you were thinking about?” Bob asked. He had really enjoyed watching her play with herself and was hoping for more. 

Susan hesitated, but with Bob’s lustful, yet kind encouragement, began to tell him her fantasy of blowing the cop on the radio. She felt she could trust him. When she noticed how excited he was becoming, she turned on the dome light and began playing with herself as she talked, embellishing the fantasy. She enjoyed Bob watching her and imagining her sucking off another man as he watched. She described the cop stiffening and loud grunting as he came in her mouth and the comments of the other cops over the - - and a couple cops who seemed to be cuming as they listened. As she talked, she turned, facing Bob, replacing his hand on her breast with her own, playing with her nipple with one hand, the fingers of her other hand sliding slowly into her wet fuck-orifice. 

As Susan talked, Bob found a rest stop and quickly pulled over, turning on the dome light to see her better, not wanting to miss any of this sexy action. He watched as her eyes looked directly into his, drawn into the two pools of pure lust. He knew he could drown there be happy. 

Susan finished her story. “As he filled my mouth with his warm cum, you opened the passenger door, got on your knees and began eating my pussy.” (That part of her fantasy was added, but only she knew that and could see by Bob’s reaction that it was a nice touch for him.)

Bob suddenly had an idea. “Would you like to suck me off on the radio with lots of people listening?” 

“How . . .” Susan began, and Bob picked up the mike to his CB radio. 

“I have a signal booster in here and you could have every trucker for fifteen or twenty miles listening.” 

Susan took a deep breath and her eyes gleamed with sheer lustful delight as she thought about it. She nodded her head and Bob turned on the CB, making sure it was set to channel 19, the truckers’ channel. As they listened, a voice broke in, male, very deep, saying that there was a cop somewhere, giving the mile marker on the interstate. Bob handed Susan the mike, explaining that she was transmitting when she held down the button and could receive when she let it go. 

Susan was not the least bit hesitant. She knew that she could only be heard, not seen. Pressing the mike button, she said. “I love playing with your hard cock, Baby.” 

She released the mike button and they heard a surprised voice: “What? Come back?” 

Pressing the button, she continued: “God, Baby, I love running my fingers up and down your cock, feeling your balls.” 

She released the button and they could hear several voices trying to break in. “Who is this?” “Where are you?” “Is this for real?” Then someone who must have had a large signal booster, since he overrode everyone else. “Quiet, let her come back on so we can hear this.” 

The air was silent and Susan continued. “Let me see if I can milk some precum out of your cock, Lover. Oh Damn! It’s running down the underside of your dick. Let me get that.” 

Susan bent, licking the underside of Bob’s cock, catching his precum, making smacking noises with her mouth. “God, your precum tastes good, Baby. I need more.” 

She put her lips around the head of his cock, sucking loud enough for the mike to pick it up. “MMMMMMMMM, thas goo . .” She spoke with his cock in her mouth.

Now it was Bob’s turn and she held the mike up for him, button depressed, letting the truckers hear him say: “I love the feel of your lips around my dick, the way you milk me. You are so hot swallowing my precum, Baby.” 

“MMMMMMM.” Susan had the mike down to her mouth again, catching her moan and loud slurping noises. She sucked hard, lifting her lips from Bob’s cock, making a loud noise as it popped out of her mouth. 

“MMMMMMMM.” Susan moaned again. “You feel like you’re about ready to cum, Lover. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to feel your cock throbbing as you spurt warm, creamy cum into my mouth. I want to swallow your cum.” 

Susan was on a roll now, imagining truckers alone in their cabs, pants undone, dicks out, stroking as they listened, about to cum because of her. She had a quick picture in her mind of nude people standing around the car, watching her naked, sucking Bob off as they played with themselves. She imagined them cheering, clapping, encouraging her, then more applause as he came in her mouth. She held the mike up for Bob again as she began to suck his cock again. 

“Suck me, Baby, make me cum.” One of Bob’s hands was on Susan’s head while the other reached under and played with her tits.

Susan gave Bob the best blowjob of his life, making as much noise as she could with her mouth as she licked and sucked. Her tongue traveled the length of his cock, base to tip, pausing at the sensitive spot on the underside below the slit, licking side to side, then back down to his balls as she lifted and licked. As she enjoyed herself and pleasured Bob, she talked into the mike, describing his cock and what she was doing, how much she loved it in a soft, sexy, lustful voice. 

Bob was about as far as he could go, ready to either cum or bust, and Susan realized it. She felt his legs were stiffening and she said quickly into the mike; “Cum for me, Baby, cum in my mouth,” just before she slid her lips around his cock, sucking, pumping him with one hand. (She wanted to catch his cum, partly because she liked it and partly because she hated having cum in her hair. She enjoyed cum anywhere else: in her mouth, her pussy, anywhere else on her body. She thought briefly about having Bob sometime cum on her tits, coating them, then making him clean them with his tongue . . mmmm. (But that is another story.) 

Bob’s hand pushed down on the back of Susan’s head as he thrust into her mouth and began to cum, shooting, spurting. “GGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNN.” His head went back as his voice filled the car. Susan swallowed, gulping, knowing his balls were filled with cum he had tried to ejaculate several times in the restaurant when she had prevented him. It was worth the wait for someone who liked the taste of cum and it was all she could do to keep up with him, swallowing quickly, gulping, until the spurts became smaller and further apart. 

As Susan milked the last cum from Bob’s cock and swallowed, she heard him gasp. “Oh, Baby! That was wonderful! Wonderful!” 

“MMMMMMMMM. Your cum tastes great - - and you gave me sooooooo much, Lover! I wasn’t sure I could swallow it all.” Her comments were both for Bob and the trucker’s benefit. 

Sitting up, Susan held the mike to her lips. “Shit, guys! I love sucking cock. I love the taste of cum in my mouth. I love the feel of cum spurting and running down my throat. I love it, but that’s all from me for now. Did any of you cum?” 

She released the button and she and Bob listened, laughing. “You could suck me anytime, Baby.” “Please, please tell me where I can meet you. I’ll pay you anything you want.” “Change to channel 26 and talk with me.” “That’s the hottest thing I ever heard on the road.” Then a woman’s voice: “I would love to eat your pussy, or have you eat mine, girlfriend.” 

When the airwaves finally quieted a bit, Susan responded. “That’s all very nice and I am flattered. But no one answered my question. Did anyone cum while you were listening?” 

“Yessssss! I did. I stroked my cock and now have cum all over my shirt. One trucker, at least, was honest, but Susan knew from her experience with men that others had too. 

Bob and Susan grinned at each other and Bob said, “Thanks. You were great!” 

“I know.” Susan replied, self-assured, not cocky, noticing that Bob’s dick was still very hard. She reached over and began to play again as Bob put the car in gear and pulled back onto the interstate. 

They turned the dome light off as they continued toward home, Susan playing with Bob’s cock while his hand was between her legs, fingers sometimes inside her and at other times petting, playing with her lips and clit. 

At one point, Bob’s finger travel down past Susan’s pussy and he felt her jump as he touched her puckered asshole. 

“So, you said in the restaurant that you like to be licked both front and back?” Bob asked, his voice filled with excitement. 

“Back and front.” Susan replied, snuggling into his arm, knowing the week with Bob’s wife gone would be great fun. “Any man who wants to eat my pussy had better be prepared to lick my asshole. I love having my asshole tongue-fucked.” 

“Ohhhhhh.” Bob had never tried that, not that he had never thought about it. He had just never gotten up the courage to try it with his wife, especially since they had practically stopped having sex for the year. As seldom as he had sex, he was not about to say something that might disgust his wife so she would cut him off altogether. He was, however, very hot thinking about licking Susan’s asshole. His finger was touching it now and wet and lubricated with pussy honey. He pushed slowly, feeling himself enter to the first knuckle, then to the second, hearing Susan moan with pleasure. 

Susan was squirming, feeling very hot, imagining that Bob’s finger was his tongue when she saw a truck up ahead in the right lane. Suddenly, she wanted more. She moved Bob’s hand from between her legs and laid down, her head in his lap, knees bent and apart. 

“Pull up beside that truck and pass it slowly, Baby.” Susan instructed Bob. I want him to see you playing with me. It would turn me on sooooo much. Turn on the overhead light so he can see us.” 

As they pulled up to the truck, she looked up, seeing the driver was male and with the truck window being so much higher than the window of the car, she knew he could look down and see her clearly. 

“Slower, Baby.’ Susan said, as she noticed they were almost getting out of the driver’s eyesight. “I want him to see us. I want to turn him on. I want him to cum watching us.” 

She knew he had seen her by the way the truck began to speed up, catching and keeping even with them. 

Susan could see the mike in his hand and hear his voice as she looked up at him. “Hey, I have a naked woman in the car beside me. She’s lying on the front seat. I can’t tell is she is looking up at me or has her eyes closed.” 

The airwaves became a mess as truckers spoke, asking questions. The trucker described her as having brown hair and nice tits. He told the other truckers that her legs were spread and a man was playing with her pussy with his hand. He wished he could see her more clearly. 

“Next truck.” Susan laughed to Bob. As they moved quickly ahead, they heard the driver they had passed describe their car and when they reached the next truck, the driver was waiting. 

“God, I’d love to have my face between her legs.” Was the first thing they heard over the CB. 

They allowed the trucker to keep up with them for several minutes. As they listened to him talk and the comments of the other driver, Susan took Bob’s hand that was playing with her pussy and put it on her right breast. Then she replaced his with her own, petting herself between her legs. 

“She’s playing with her fucking pussy!” The driver’s excited gasp crackled over the CB. 

“Next?” Bob asked. 

Susan nodded, saying, “This is fun. I am so goddamn hot. You know you are going to stay at my house tonight and we are going to fuck all night.” 

“And tomorrow too, if you want.” Bob responded. “I’m going to call in tomorrow.” 

“Yessssss.” Susan hissed with anticipation. “And I am going to collect from our bet.”

“MMMMMMM,” Bob responded. “Anything you desire.” 

“Anything?” 

“Anything!” 

If it was possible, Susan became wetter as she considered what she would exact as her reward. They would be at her house, which she had set it up to enhance her sexual pleasure. She enjoyed some activities that would be considered kinky, and would enjoy introducing Bob to them. She hoped he would like them as much as she did. 

She was brought back to the present as she realized they were even with the cab of the next truck. They could hear the trucker announcing their arrival and giving more details of the naked woman playing with herself. 

“Oh Shit! I can see her playing with herself. She’s looking right at me. She knows I am watching. Oh Shit!” 

Susan was so hot by now that with only a couple of finger strokes on her clit, she began to cum, back arching, body stiffening, face grimacing, screaming loudly. This was by far her most enjoyable climax of the evening; she was able to completely turn loose. The two in the restaurant had been fun, exciting, knowing she was cuming in a room filled with people. She had wanted to scream, “I’m CCUUMMIIINNNGGG!!” Wanted them all to hear, have them watch her body writhe. As she climaxed in the car, she imagined she had done just that, but knowing that at the time she had had to be more restrained, discreet. She had been aware that some, especially the waiter with the large cock, had known she was having a climax, but had been afraid to make it too loud and obvious. 

In the car, she now came for what seemed forever, fingering her clit, lost in ecstasy, unable to hear the trucker describing her climax. When she finished and began to catch her breath, she noticed that Bob had been holding the mike over her mouth as she came, and began to hear the words cuming over the CB from truckers. 

“I don’t believe it! God, she actually came in the car - - while I was watching! Did you hear that shit?” 

Other drivers joined in, talking, and Bob sped up, leaving the truck behind. 

“Let me have your fingers, Baby, the ones you had in your pussy.” Bob gasped, and when Susan held her fingers to his mouth and he eagerly sucked her juices. He had still not had the pleasure of actually licking her pussy, putting his tongue inside, sucking out her nectar, swallowing. He breathed hard, imaging, hardly able to contain himself and wait. 

Susan knew she had she had been very wet, that her pussy juices had been so heavy that they had run out of her pussy and down her crack between her ass cheeks. She feared that she had gotten Bob’s car seat wet. Lifting her ass and reaching under, feeling the seat, she confirmed her fears. 

“I’ve leaked all over your car seat, Baby. I’m sorry. Hope it doesn’t stain.” 

“I hope it does.” Bob retorted. “I would love to look down every time I get into the car and be reminded that your lovely, sexy ass and pussy were right there at one time.”

Susan grinned, pleased with the thought. She had “marked” her new territory and she knew that if she desired, Bob was hers, and she would see him again. 

By this time, they were approaching the outskirts of the town they lived in. It had been a very quick trip for both of them. Susan still lay nude on the seat with her head in Bob’s lap, one hand reaching, playing with his erection, knowing that it would give her more pleasure before the night was over, and the end of the next day. Bob drove with one hand playing with Susan’s breasts and then caressing as far down her body as he could reach. 

Susan reached for her purse and took out the garage door opener, handing it to Bob. She had a double garage and her car was the only one in it. They could pull into the garage and go into the house without having to get dressed. 




Bob & Susan Ch. 02



“The right side of the driveway, Lover.” 

The door opened and closed, and as they entered the house, both completely nude, Susan led Bob to the kitchen, walking a few feet ahead of him. Bob watched her tits lightly jiggling, her ass swaying slightly. He played with his erection as he thought that this was absolutely the sexiest woman he had ever seen, much less had the opportunity to be with. 

Once in the kitchen, unable to wait longer, Bob grasped Susan around the waist with both hands, lifting her to the kitchen cabinet. Kneeling between her legs, he began to lick her pussy, sliding his tongue inside her, tasting, savoring, loving her sweet, sweet love honey. He moaned deeply, unable to get enough, then moved to lick and suck her clit gently. He was just about to try to touch her asshole with his tongue when she stopped him, holding his head and lifting it gently from her pussy. 

“Wait, Baby.” Susan whispered. “I’m not ready to cum again yet. We have all night and tomorrow. I want to stay hot like this for awhile and then we can continue.” 

Bob nodded, not really sure he wanted to leave her pussy, even for a few minutes, but agreeing, if that is what she wanted. Susan got them both a glass of wine and they moved to the living room to sit and talk. Bob was waiting for the next part of this sexual adventure. 



Bob & Susan Ch. 03



Chapter Three: Susan Collects on Her Bet and Bob’s Ass Is on the Line

Bob could hardly believe it. He was sitting with a nude, beautifully sexy woman in her living room, talking. He was nude too, and both she and he were sipping wine. They talked about this and that: their lives, their likes and dislikes. Although he loved her tits and ass, he was aware that she was much more than that. She was intelligent, witty, caring - - a dream woman. It was the whole package that made her so irresistibly sexy. 

Soft now, and enjoying the conversation, laughing with her, Bob was always aware of Susan’s sheer sexiness. Periodically, his cock would stiffen as he thought, focusing again on Susan’s body as she sat in a large chair across from him, slouched a bit, one foot on the floor and the other over the side of the chair, allowing him to see heaven - - the place he knew he would soon be kissing, licking, probing with his tongue - - fucking. Then he would focus more on her words, and his cock would soften and lie flaccid. 

All of this was not lost on Susan, who enjoyed watching Bob’s cock alternately rise and fall. She imagined walking across the room and kneeling between his legs, sucking and licking him to another climax, or spreading her legs and sitting on his erection, either facing him or with her ass in his lap so he could reach around her and hold her tits. As with Bob, though, she enjoyed just talking; he was very nice. She found herself almost flushing with desire, aware of her wetness, and then her passion would as she became engrossed in the conversation again. This repeated itself with Susan again and again as they talked. 

Both noticed that it was getting light outside. They had arrived at Susan’s home quite late and had been talking for a long time, although it seemed to each of them like mere minutes. 

“Shall we get something to eat?” Susan asked, after commenting about the daylight. 

“Yes, I want something to eat.” Bob replied. Susan’s legs were slightly spread and his eyes riveted on her pussy. 

Susan followed his eyes, looked down at herself and blushed, feeling warm desire fill her body. Moving to his hands and knees, Bob crawled over to her as she spread her legs further and kissed her pussy gently, then with passion. As his tongue slid easily into her warm, wet opening, Susan put her hands on the back of his head, pulling him to her, ready now for more. Her back arched as he sucked her lips into his mouth, one at a time, pulling gently, teasing, then sucking both in, licking between them with his tongue. She moaned deeply as his lips closed gently on her clit and sucked, his tongue caressing the tip, moving softly in small circles. 

She loved being eaten, and discovered that Bob was very good at it. His tongue licked up and down her clit, paying special attention to the tip each time. Then his lips locked around it and his tongue flicked from side to side, the bottom of his tongue touching it lightly with each pass. Both of Susan’s legs were now over Bob’s back and she hunched his face as he gently sucked her clit in and out of his mouth, then began licking again. 

Bob sensed her breath quicken and her leg muscles tighten. He knew she was about to cum, but was not ready for that yet. Lifting his head and standing, Bob picked Susan up and held her in his arms, asking where the bedroom was. Susan directed him and he carried her there, laying her gently on the bed, stomach down. When she tried to turn over, he put a hand on her back, applying gentle but firm pressure, letting her know he wanted her in this position. 

Straddling Susan’s legs, facing her back, Bob began to rub her shoulders with both hands, moving down her back to her ass and back up again. Each time his hands touched her ass, it would involuntarily thrust up. As his hands continued to roam over her back, always moving to and caressing her ass with each pass, Susan sighed deeply. She loved his gentle feel and anticipated that something more, something special was about to transpire. 

Soon it did. Bending, Bob began kissing Susan’s neck and shoulders, alternating with rubbing. She felt his tongue touch her, licking briefly, then his hands and lips again. As he moved down, making love to her back, Susan began to gasp and moan softly with pleasure and lust. 

“Ohhhhhh. mmmmm. Ohhhh ggggoooddddd.” 

When Bob’s lips and tongue moved past the small of her back, Susan’s soft, rounded ass cheeks began to move, uncontrollably, up and down, side to side. Then he stopped, and she almost cried with disappointment. She had wanted him to continue licking down her back to the tight opening between her butt cheeks, to lick her asshole. She had hoped, thought he was about to. But . . 

Then Susan felt Bob lift her right foot, massaging and kissing it, licking her foot, her toes. Shuddering with delight, she gasped, “Between the toes!” 

Bob wasn’t sure what she wanted, but spread her big toe and toe next to it and licked between them. He was rewarded with a scream of delight and continued licking, enjoying her small screams, moans, and groans of pleasure. He moved to the next two toes, separating them and licking between, drawing more screams and moans; then the next two, and then the next. Looking between her legs, he could see the sex-wetness seeping out, and wanted to taste it again as he had done in the restaurant last night, to swallow it, but Susan seemed to be enjoying what he was doing so much that he continued. He could taste her love honey again later. 

Moving to her left foot, Bob continued kissing and licking, spreading her toes, licking between them. Before he reached the last pair, Susan was screaming, “Fuck me now! I need to be fucked not, Lover! Now!” 

Ignoring Susan’s pleas, Bob continued until he finished with all her toes, then began rubbing, kissing and licking his way up her legs as he had done with her back. This time, when he reached her ass, he covered each cheek with kisses and licks, sucking gently here and there. 

Just when Susan thought she could wait no longer, she felt Bob’s hands separating her ass cheeks and heard him whisper. “Back and front.” She gasped as she felt his lips touch her tight rosebud, kissing; she thrust her ass up hard as his tongue touched her, licking up and down slowly, then faster, flicking up and down and side to side. Her hips were trusting up and down she gave a large thrust when she felt the tip of his tongue touch her and began to penetrate her opening. 

Relaxing her sphincter muscles as best she could, she screamed, “OH GOD!” as she felt him slide inside her. She felt his tongue move slowly in and out of her asshole. 

“Fuck my ass with your tongue.” Susan screamed in ecstasy. “Tongue-fuck me, Lover!” 

Bob was beside himself, loving the way this lovely woman was responding, so turned on by her. He mashed his face into her soft cheeks, keeping them separate, not needing his hands now, pushing his tongue in as far as he could. He felt her tight asshole gripping, hugging, loving his tongue as he quickly slid it in and out of her, his moans of delight mixed with hers. Easily sliding two fingers into her soaked pussy, he finger-fucked her, as he tongue-fucked her ass. His other hand reached under her, playing with one of her hard nipples. 

Susan gasped with dismay as she felt Bob move his fingers and his tongue, but caught herself as he turned her over, looked into her eyes, then lowered his head between her legs again. Grasping her legs, he pushed them up. She bent them and grasped under her knees pulling. Now he had access to both front and back. 

Bob licked Susan’s pussy and then slid his tongue in and out, moaning with pleasure. He looked up and Susan raised her head. Their eyes locked as Bob tongue- fucked her pussy. She grabbed a pillow and put it under her head, keeping it raised so she would watch his eyes as he ate her, and Bob was not about to break their gaze. It was as though their spirits touched at that moment, bonding them intimately, as Bob’s tongue moved to touch her asshole again, licking, then licking its way back to her pussy. He moved his nose to her pussy and dipped it in briefly, coating it with her fragrant nectar, filling his senses with her. 

As he licked and ate, pleasuring Susan - - and himself - - both of Bob’s hands were reaching up and cupping her breasts, playing. His fingers and thumbs grasped her hard but sensitive nipples, rolling them. She writhed with pleasure at his touch. 

Susan felt Bob’s tongue flatten on her asshole, then lick slowly up to her pussy, plunge in and out, and lick her lips and clit. It moved back to her asshole, repeating, licking slowly all the way again, ending on her clit. She screamed with pleasure as this continued again, and again, and again, feeling disappointment when Bob finally stopped. She watched as he moved up beside her, saw her pussy juices glistening on his face - - her mark on him. 

Bending, Bob began to play with Susan’s breasts, sucking on one nipple, then the other, moving back and forth. Her chest arched, pushing her nipples to him as they almost begged for more pleasure. As he sucked her nipples, one of his hands was between her legs, a finger sliding in and out and then moving to play with her clit. 

Bob kissed Susan on the forehead, wanting to kiss her on the lips, but not knowing what she thought about tasting herself on his lips, then moved over her in a 69 position, lowering his face between her legs as he lowered his cock to her lips. He kissed her pussy again, sliding his tongue in and out. He found her very wet and put his lips around her pussy, sucking, licking, swallowing her honey. He slid his mouth and tongue down further, licking her asshole again and then moved back to her wet pussy and up to her clit. 

As Bob’s tongue alternated between asshole, pussy and clit, pleasuring her, Susan was also busy. Gripping Bob’s cock above her with one hand, she wrapped her lips around the mushroom head, sucking as she pumped him. She felt the head of his cock almost leave her lips and then slide inside again, almost leave and slide back inside . . . . As she sucked, she wondered - - would he like her to- -???? Only one way for her to find out. 

Taking his cock out of her lips, Susan put her middle finger in her mouth, getting it wet, then put her wet finger on his asshole, and as she began to suck his cock again, pushed it slowly but firmly. She heard Bob grunt as it slid inside. When it was all the way in, she began fucking his ass with her finger as she sucked him. From his movements, breathing and grunts, she knew he wouldn’t last long without cuming, nor would she. She was right; she felt him stiffen and thrust, and had to put her hands on him to keep him from pushing his cock into her throat in his lust. She felt his cock swell slightly and jerk as a spurt hit the back of her mouth. Her swallowing this time was reflex, to keep from choking on his cum. She kept pace, swallowing as he came, feeling with her tongue his head swell with each spurt and then contract to swell again with the next. 

As the last of his cum dribbled out, Bob lowered his head to Susan’s crotch to help her finish also, but Susan closed her legs and locked her ankles, stopping him. 

“Not yet, Baby. I am very hot now and ready to claim the winnings from out bet.” 

Bob turned around, looking at her, inquisitively. 

“I have something special planned, Lover, and you did say you would do anything.” 

Bob nodded, knowing that at this moment, he would do anything for this intelligent, lovely, funny, sexy creature. “Who do you want me to kill? He laughed. 

“Don’t need to you kill anyone, Lover - - at least not yet.” She laughed back. “I just want to fuck your ass.” 

“Fuck my ass?” Bob was startled. 

“Yes, fuck your ass.” Susan said calmly, walking over to her dresser and taking out a strapon harness with a dildo. 

Bob’s breath caught. He had heard about women doing this to men, and to be truthful, had sometimes fantasized about it, but now that it was time to try, he a bit of apprehension mixed with anticipation. 

“Oh Shit!” Bob laughed, then said. “A bet’s a bet, and I never welsh on a bet.” He watched as Susan, grinning all the while, stepped into the harness, pulled it up around her sexy hips and fastened it, making it appear that she had a cock sticking out just above her pussy. He felt almost embarrassed that she looked strangely sexy with her tits and “her cock.” The cock was long, but its diameter was small so as to not cause too much pain. As he watched, he realized that he was very, very hard, imagining how it would feel. 

“On your back, lover.” Susan said, watching him lie on his back, legs spread. “Lift your legs and grab your knees with both hands. Hold your legs apart.” 

Bob complied and Susan got on the bed on her knees between his legs, holding on one hand a tube of sex lubricant. She squirted some of it on “her” cock, rubbing it, getting it slippery, then some onto Bob’s asshole, rubbing it over and pushing it inside with her fingers, making sure he was well lubricated. She slid her fingers in and out several times, watching his eyes. Reassured by the pleasure and anticipation she saw there, she put the head of “her” cock on his asshole, she began to push in, continuing to watch his face as she did. 

Actually, this was Susan’s first time to fuck a man in the ass; her first time to use a strapon. She had watched a woman use a strapon to fuck a man in the ass in a movie recently and then gone online to find and order her own. She had been hoping for a chance to use it, a man who would let her. Now, she had one. 

Bob grimaced with a bit of pain, feeling his asshole tighten up instinctively. Seeing the pain, Susan stopped. 

Taking a deep breath, he said: “Sorry, Baby. I tightened up. Let me try to relax my sphincter muscles and let you in.” 

She waited and let Bob breathe deeply a few times, then began to push the head of her cock into his ass, slowly. 

Bob felt the head enter his opening, felt his ass stretch again with some pain and then Susan backed out. He watched her lubricate again, and then felt her push, going further inside this time. She backed out again, almost all the way, and pushed in again, going still further. She continued, withdrawing some and pushing in, until she felt her hips against his ass, “her” entire six inches inside him. 

The pain was subsiding by now, and Bob watched the lovely woman above him, this woman who was smiling and enjoying him. He smiled back as she began to fuck him, slowly at first, sliding all the way in, most of the way out, then back in again. He breathed deeply as he took her thrusts. 

As she fucked Bob’s ass, Susan looked into his face, wanting to watch his eyes, his expression. She thought that only two kinds of men would let her fuck them like this: a very, emasculated man or one who was very confident about his sexuality. Many men would see a woman fucking their ass as compromising their manhood. 

God, she thought, this was so very hot. She was above him, in control, fucking him like a man fucks a woman. The more she thought about, the more she wanted to fuck Bob, fuck him hard. Keeping her cock inside him, Susan straightened her legs and leaned over him, holding herself on her hands. Now she could get some real leverage for her hips. She began thrusting faster now, fucking his forcefully enough to bring a grunt from her with each trust as her hips hit his ass cheeks. 

“Fuck me, Baby.” She heard Bob say as she looked into his lust filled eyes. With each thrust, her cock completely disappeared into his ass. She wanted to fuck him hard - - not actually hurt him, but perhaps dominate somewhat, loving his grunt with the force of each thrust. 

She felt masterful, powerful, in control as she fucked this man’s ass, and yet somehow, she wanted to love and please him. The more she fucked, the hotter she felt, until she knew she needed relief. 

Withdrawing, Susan stood on the bed and removed the strapon, looking down at Bob, seeing his asshole that was still trying to close, his lovely erection. She wanted his cock inside her now, deep inside her, fucking her, but she was not ready to give up the sense of control she had had. She still wanted to be on top. 

“Turn loose of your legs and stay on your back.” She told Bob, who complied, hoping he knew what she was going to do. 

Straddling his hips and lowering herself, Susan grasped Bob’s cock and guided it to her pussy and slid quickly down over it, feeling it fill her. This was the first time she had felt Bob’s cock in her pussy and she loved it. She began to move up and down as Bob thrust into her forcefully. Both wanted to fuck - - needed to fuck - - fuck like wild animals. She grabbed his hair, pulling hard, screaming, lost in lust as he grabbed her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples harder than he realized. They would both be sore later, but right now, who the hell cared. 

“AAHHHHHHH! GGGGOOOODDD!!!!” Bob exploded inside her. This was his third climax and there was not as much cum, but the climax was still very hard, very passionate as he pushed hard up inside her. 

Susan had not cum yet during this session and was feeling lustful, wanting to stay in control, push the limits and go further than she had gone before. She wanted to see if she would make this man don something no other man had done for her before, something she had only fantasized about. Looking into Bob’s eyes, she raised up off his cock, putting her hand under her, trapping his cum inside her along with her love honey. Slowly, keeping his gaze, she moved up over him on her knees, still straddling him until her legs were on either side of his head. Then she moved her hand, sighed deeply, and lowered herself, letting her wet pussy touch his mouth. 

Bob wasn’t sure what he should do. He felt her pussy on his lips and knew she wanted him to eat her, but wondered if he should taste his own cum. Or should he just push her off him. 

“Eat me, Baby, and taste both of us together.” Susan said in a husky, lust filled voice. “I have always wanted a man to eat me after he fucked me. Do that for me, Baby; lick your cum out of my pussy.” 

Bob no longer had any questions. He knew he would do anything for Susan, anything she desired. Opening his mouth, he felt liquid dropping inside. It didn’t taste bad at all, and hearing Susan’s deep sigh of pleasure, he wouldn’t have stopped if it had. He slid his tongue up inside her sopping wet pussy, tasting the wetness that was partly hers and partly his. He licked the inside and outside of her glorious cunt as liquid continued to drip out. 

As Bob ate her, Susan hunched her clit against his nose and it took only a few touches for her to cum, grabbing the back of his head with both hands, pulling as though she were trying to put it inside her pussy. She screamed, fucking his mouth, as he licked her, cuming for what seemed hours. Finally she let his head go, gasping for breath. Bob continued to kiss and lick her wet pussy until she rolled off him, lying on the bed beside him. Bending over, he kissed her on the lips, so she could taste them both. 

“This has been wonderful.” Susan sighed. 

“It is still wonderful, Babe.” Bob replied, grinning at her. 

“Yes, it is.” Susan responded, smiling. “And we still have the rest of today and tonight. What do you want to do?” 

“Talk and fuck.” Bob replied, laughing. “Talk and fuck. And we will have more than just today.” 

Picking up the phone, Bob called his office and told them he would be out, likely for the rest of the week. If they needed him, they could call him on his cell. 

As Bob hung up and kissed her, Susan smiled again. Yes, she thought, there would be a lot of both talking and fucking, but now they needed some sleep. As she kissed Bob and prepared to go to sleep in his arms, she thought about the scene in the restaurant last night, having Bob play with her pussy and cuming in a room full of people. Stroking him and making him cum, knowing that some people in the room knew what they were doing. She imagined that they were having sex, not just playing with each other, but fucking and sucking each other as others watched. She realized that she was something of an exhibitionist and loved having an audience for her sex. Perhaps, she thought, as she drifted off to sleep, they might sometime satisfy more of that fetish. 



Bob & Susan Ch. 04



Susan woke and looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was almost five-thirty. It was late afternoon and she had been asleep for several hours. Then she looked at the man, Bob, still asleep in bed beside her, remembering the pleasure they had shared. 

Slowly, so as to not wake him, she rose and made her way to the shower. Once under the warm water, she began to think about her recent experiences with Bob: cumming twice in a restaurant last night as she and Bob had played with each other under the table; blowing Bob in the car, with the mike of his CB keyed for truckers to hear her slurps and moans and Bob's grunt as he came in her mouth. Once at her house, they had talked the rest of the night, sitting nude in the living room. This morning, she and Bob had begun again and she had been both eaten and fucked. Cuddling in bed afterward, they had both fallen asleep. 

Suddenly, Susan realized that she was playing with her pussy and clit, rubbing as the warm water ran over her body. A moan escaped her lips and she bent slightly, wanting to continue, to cum again. But she forced herself to stop, not wanting to waste any of her sexual passion on solo masturbation. Bob would wake soon and take care of that. They had all night and the rest of the week, as he had called in to his work, informing them he would be out of the office for the rest of the week. 

Susan finished showering, dried herself off, slipped on a robe and moved toward the bedroom door. She felt an urge to move over to Bob and kiss him softly, gently - - perhaps even lovingly? Instead, she left the room, closing the door softly behind her. 

This was the first time in a long time she had felt this way about a man. He was fun to be with and amazing with sex, secure enough in his manhood to try anything she wanted to, anything that might pleasure her. She didn't want a slave, but it had been wonderful to be with a man whose masculinity wasn't threatened by her desires. He had let her fuck his ass with a strap-on, something she had never done with a man before, having just bought the strap-on after seeing a woman using one in a video. He had complied eagerly when she asked him to eat his cum from her pussy, another first for her.

Bob was playful, kind, considerate, and also married. Susan had known that when she went out with him. She usually preferred going out with married men, at least those who had not had affairs before. They were safer; there was less chance of a sexual disease. As things stood now, she believed she would continue the affair as long as Bob wanted to.

They had met because of a mix-up involving Gina, Susan's next door neighbor and best friend. Gina had made reservations for the two of them at a dinner theater. Susan arrived in her car and was seated when the waiter brought a message that Gina would not be able to make it. The dinner theater had been set up for four people at a table and they had been booked to share a table with a man and his wife. The man was Bob, and after he too was seated, the waiter came with a note that his wife would not be there. That had left the table for the two of them. 

At first, they had spoken politely, but both felt the attraction. By the end of the play, Bob had invited Susan to a coffee shop and they had talked for almost two more hours. Both were amazed at the intimate level reached in their conversation. Bob had learned that Susan was divorced, having been married only once, and that a complete disaster. She was not about to try it again. Susan learned that although Bob was married, his marriage had problems; his wife seemed to have intimacy problems with him and in the last year, they had stopped having sex. Bob had not, though, turned to having an affair, at least not yet. At the end of the evening, Bob had asked her go to out with him, and she had agreed. 

Susan thought about how fortunate it had been that Gina had not been able to make it to the theater. Otherwise she might not have gotten to know Bob. 

Gina was Susan's best friend and confidant. They talked openly and shared intimate details of their lives. Susan would tell Gina about her dates and Gina would push for details about the sex, which Susan enjoyed giving her. It was something about her exhibitionist streak. Gina, in turn, would tell Susan about her own sex life, both with her husband and with various men. Gina had a very healthy libido and since her husband seemed to enjoy his work more than his wife, there were a number of different men. 

Their sexual sharing had reached very intimate depths. They sometimes shared a glass - - or more - - of wine or a few drinks as they talked about experiences and occasionally, after enough drinks, has watched sex videos together. In the past three months, they had moved to masturbating while watching. 

Masturbating together had not been a great leap, although the first time they were well on the way to being drunk before they did, and neither knew exactly how it had started. In addition to sharing details of their sex lives and watching sex videos together, they had seen each other nude many times as they frequently used Susan's spa. 

Although they had never had sex with each other, Susan suspected Gina was bisexual. She had to admit to herself that she although she herself had never had sex with another woman, she had sometimes fantasized about it. 

Gina! Gina knew about the date and Susan wanted to tell her best friend about the sex last night and this morning. She hit the speed dial and Gina answered. 

"How was he, Susan?" 

"God, he was wonderful." 

"Well, go on. I need some stimulation. Ronnie is working out of town tonight – again. Give me the details. Did you fuck him?"

Susan giggled, telling Gina in detail about the entire evening and the next morning. When she got to the part about using her strapon on Bob, Gina stopped her. 

"He let you put your strapon in his ass?" 

"Yesssss, and encouraged me to fuck him hard. Not only that, he ate his cum out of my pussy!" Susan giggled again. 

"Oh Fuck! I am so wet thinking about it. I have to come over to talk with you. Where is he now?" 

"In bed asleep. You can come over until he wakes up. I don't know that he would feel comfortable with someone else knowing he's here since he's married." 

"I understand. I will be right over." 

"I'll make us something to drink." 

After hanging up, Susan felt warm, shrugged her robe off onto the chair and moved nude to the kitchen. Going from one cabinet to another, Susan got out glasses, a bottle of tequila and some margarita mix. The blender was a bit dusty and she moved to the sink to rinse it. The window over the sink was open and she could hear a creaking noise, indicating that her friend had entered the gate to her yard and would momentarily be at her back door. She smiled as she watched Gina round the corner of her house, stop momentarily at the window and pause to look at her. 

At that moment, Susan's smile turned to surprise as she felt two hands parting her ass cheeks and a tongue lick her puckered asshole. 

"Goddamn!" She blurted out, pushing her ass back onto the tongue. 

"What . . .?" Gina replied, just as surprised. One moment she had been looking through the kitchen window at her friend smiling at her. The next, her friends eyes had closed and her head was thrown back. 

"Oh God! Don't stop!" Susan gasped hoarsely as the tongue paused briefly as its owner suddenly realized that someone was there besides the owner of the ass. "Don't stop." She moaned again. 

Then her eyes open and she looked at Gina, "He's licking my asshole!"

"Oh my God!" Gina replied, watching her friend's tits and entire upper body move as Susan pushed her ass back onto the face behind her. Both Susan's lower body and Bob were hidden by the kitchen cabinet. 

Bob had woken to find Susan out of the bedroom and had gone in search of her. He had gotten to the kitchen door as she was moving toward the sink and seeing her nude body, he wanted more than anything else in the world to lick her sexy asshole again. He moved silently across the floor on his hands and knees, unaware that they soon would not be alone. 

"Can I come in and watch?" Gina gasped. 

"No." Susan was breathing deeply now, and a giggle escaped her. "I promised Bob I would not let anyone know who he is. Mmmmmmm." 

"Can I stay here?" Gina asked. 

"Yessssssss." The thought of some type of audience excited her more. 

"Tell me everything he does." 

"Oh God! Mmmmmmmm. He's has my ass cheeks spread wide with both hands and he's licking up and down over my asshole. Mmmmmmmmm." 

As Susan enjoyed the tongue, breathing deeply and moaning, she watched Gina, who began to rub her pussy through her shorts. 

"Fuck! He's pushing his tongue into my asshole." 

Susan watched Gina unfasten the front of her jean shorts and slide her hand inside, moving it. She would imaging Gina's fingers playing with her clit and wet opening, maybe even sliding inside. 

"What's he doing?" Gina asked after a very short silence. 

"He's – mmmmmm – he'ssssss – mashed his face between my ass cheeks and – Mmmm – wrapped both hands around me, holding my ass to his face – Mmmmmmm - fucking my asshole with his tongue." She gasped out. "Goddddddd. He's pushing it all the way inside. Oh Goddddd!" 

With that, Gina pushed her shorts down, kicking them off her legs and pulled off her blouse. Naked now, she quickly moved the patio table near the window and sat in the middle of it, bending her knees, pulling her feet almost up to her ass, and spreading her legs. She placed a hand behind herself so she could lean back, giving Susan a clearer view of her pussy and began to play with herself, masturbating. 

They looked into each other's eyes and both saw sheer lust. With Bob raising her to a sexual frenzy by fucking her ass with his tongue, Susan felt a desire to lick Gina's pussy. She could see the wetness seeping outside and wanted to taste it. She had had brief fantasies about it before, but this time it was truly intense. 

Susan watched her friend's fingers sliding over her pussy - - then playing with her clit - - then back to her pussy and inside, fucking herself with her fingers - - moving a finger to touch her asshole and pushing it inside to the first knuckle. She could see the wetness that has seeped out of Gina's pussy. She imagined Gina with Bob, one licking her ass and the other her pussy. 

Gasping again as she felt fingers over the entrance to her lust tunnel wetting themselves with her love-honey, then pushing inside, she whispered in a voice heavy with desire. "He's got his fingers inside my pussy. I'm sooooooooo weeeeeeeet, and it feels soooooooo goooooooood! - - Fuck my pussy with your fingers, Baby, and my asshole with your tongue!"

Susan continued to watch Gina paying between her legs. She could hear her moans. "Mmmmmm. Oh god. Mmmmmm, tell me mooooore - - moooooore, pleeeeaaaaaaase. Mmmmmmmm."

Susan was glad to oblige; describing what was happening was driving her higher. She put a hand on the edge of the sink, steadying herself and her other between her legs. "I'm rubbing my clit mmmmmmmmm - - while he fingers and licks me." 

She felt her entire body moving uncontrollably and knew she was almost there. "Oh God! I'm about to cummmmmmm. I need to cuuuuuuuummmm. Cum with me, Gina! Mmmmmm."

Nearly delirious with desire, Susan felt Bob change his position and nearly screamed. "He's moved! He's sitting on the floor with his face between my legs facing my clit. FUUUUUCCKK! He's sucking on my clit! Now his tongue is inside my pussy. PLEEEEAASEEEEEEE! Please suck my clit. I have to CUMMM! Oh SHIT! NGGGGGGGGGG." 

Susan's head flew back and her body began to move uncontrollably as her climax ripped through her, filled her, possessed her. It seemed her entire being was focused on her own pussy - - and Gina's as she saw her head move backward, watched her body twitching. She wanted Gina's pussy, wanted it intensely, needed it, needed to feel Gina's legs around her head as she came - - while Bob sucked her clit. 

It seemed like forever before she realized that the fingers of one hand were wrapped in Bob's hair, pulling, while she held herself up with the other on the edge of the sink. She realized she has been grunting, and that Gina was still cuming on the patio table. Her own climax subsiding, she tried to catch her breath as she watched Gina's finishing. 

Still breathing hard, Susan managed to say. "God. That was wonderful!" 

"Yes, it was." Gina replied, her chest heaving. 

"Mmmmmmm." Susan sighed. "I had the wildest fantasies." Then almost, but not quiet, regretted speaking the words. She was put at ease by Gina's reply. 

"Ohhhhhhh, So did I. We'll have to talk about them sometime." 

Both women giggled, and Susan looked down between her legs at Bob, still sitting on the floor. His face was upturned, covered from his nose down with her love juices. He was smiling and sporting a raging hardon. 

Susan giggled again. "Gina, I have to go. This guy is so hard he will likely bust unless I get some of that cum out of his balls soon." 

Gina laughed. "After what he gave you, the least you can do is a blow job." 

"Maybe I'll fuck his ass again first." Susan giggled, her eyes filled with mischief. "God, he's kissing my pussy again, licking it!" Then grinning as she looked down at Bob. "Don't you ever get enough?" 

"I could never get enough of your pussy.' Bob replied, loud enough for both Susan and Gina to hear. 

"Keep that man!" Gina responded, laughing. "Or better yet, let me have him!"

Susan laughed, and Gina could see the flush of desire creeping back up her breasts and into her neck as her nipples began to harden again.

"Go blow him and I'll talk with you later." 

Gina put her shorts and blouse back on and left. 

When she was gone, Susan wrapped the fingers of both hands in Bob's hair and tugged upward, playfully. 

"Come up here, that is if you really want that blowjob" She laughed. 

"Does that mean I'll have to stop eating your pussy for a while?" Bob laughed back. Then serious. "God I love your pussy, Susan." 

"I know, Lover. I know." 

It was the first time she had called him her lover and it sounded great. He hadn't felt this way about a woman since he could remember. Perhaps he had felt this way with his first girlfriend as a teenager, the first one he had ever fucked. But if so, he couldn't remember it. His attraction to his wife has not been love based or even sensual. It had been based on logic. It had seemed logical when they began dating and when they married. They had had sex, but not with this kind of passion. He had never felt this way about his wife. 

The thoughts flashing at quantum speed through his brain were interrupted and he was brought back to the present by the feel of Susan's fingers gripping his cock. She started moving toward the living room, leading him by his cock. When they reached the sofa, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed, moving him to sit. He leaned back, spreading his legs for her as she knelt between them. 

Susan bent and kissed the head of Bob's hard cock, licking the precum oozing out of the opening with the tip of her tongue. She swallowed, looked up at him and grinned. 

"Baby, I need more - - more cum." 

"You know where it is and how to get it. Bob grinned down at her. 

His breath caught as he watched her on her knees, her lovely tits hanging down. He remembered how they felt, so soft, how her nipples felt in his mouth and between his fingers, the taste and texture of her skin on his tongue when they fucked earlier this morning. 

"While I suck your cock, I want you to describe to me eating your cum out of my pussy." Susan said, then moved her mouth back down to Bob's hard shaft, sliding her lips down over the bulging head, one hand softly playing with his balls. She knew he must find her truly erotic since he had already cum last night and twice in the morning and his cock was still rock hard. 

True, he had slept some, but most men she had been with had cum perhaps twice and were finished. 

Bob moaned deeply as he felt her moist, warm mouth surrounding his cock, her tongue licking the underside softly, and then began to speak. 

"I never did that before and wondered . ." 

Susan lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "Never did what?" 

Bob realized she wanted him to be explicit, realized it turned her on. 

"I never licked my cum out of a woman's pussy before." 

He heard her moan and watched as she lowered her head again, holding his cock in one hand and licking from his balls to the tip of his cock, paying special attention to the very sensitive place just under his pee hole, and then licking her way back down to his balls again. 

"When we fucked, I was so excited I completely filled your pussy with cum, mmmmmmm." 

Bob felt her suck one of his balls gently into her mouth, then return to his cock again. He gasped with pleasure as she engulfed it completely in her mouth, letting the head slide into her throat. Reaching out, he cupped her head gently in both hands as it bobbed up and down. His hips were moving also as he gently fucked her mouth. 

"When you began moving up toward my face, straddling my body, I looked into your eyes and I could tell by your excitement that you wanted me to eat my cum - - Mmmmmmm. Oh Fuck! I love your mouth and tongue - - I saw your pussy over my mouth and all I wanted to do was to please you." 

Bob felt Susan's mouth leave his cock for a moment and watched her wrap her fingers around it. He saw the lust in her eyes as she looked up at him. 

"Ohhhhhhh." Susan gasped, as turned on by Bob's words as she was by his cock. "Tell me how you enjoyed eating your cum from my pussy." 

She lowered her head to his cock again, this time taking only the head in her mouth as she stroked him quickly, wanting his cum in her mouth. 

"It was nnnnnnnnnnn, sticky - - the first drop that fell into my mouth - - nnnnnnnnnnnnn. And it was wonderful because it had been in your pussy."

Bob felt his hips thrusting up and knew he was about to cum.

"I would love to swallow anything that came out of your pussy." He groaned, feeling cum swelling in his balls, about to shoot out. "I'd eat another man's cum from your pussy if you wanted me to." He blurted out. "NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG. AAAAAAHHHHHHH. 

The words and especially the thought that this man would do that to please her pushed her into sexual frenzy and she sucked and swallowed as warm, gooey sperm filled her mouth. Bob spurted again and again until he had finished, finally relaxing, for the moment spent. 

Swallowing the last of his cum, Susan looked into Bob's eyes. "Did you mean what you said? You would do that to please me?" 

Bob looked a bit embarrassed, then grinned. "I guess I would. The look in your eyes while I was licking my cum out of your pussy was fantastic. I guess I would do most anything to see that expression." 

Susan smiled and Bob paused, then continued, a bit more thoughtfully. "Susan, I've never felt this way about another woman. It's not just the sex either. I love talking with you. I trust you. I - - I think I'm falling in love with you." 

Bob fell silent, wondering whether he had crossed some forbidden line. Had he gone too far with her? 

"It's not just you that feels that way, Bob. I like you too; I may be falling for you too, I don't know. I do know that I have never had a man who was willing to . . . ."

She moved up over him and they kissed, softly at first, then passionately. Bob felt her tongue probing into his mouth, and he could taste himself on it. 

When their kiss broke, Bob took Susan's face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "I can't think of anything I wouldn't do if you said it brought you pleasure." 




Bob & Susan Ch. 04



"Mmmmmmmmmm." Susan's desire was increasing, and along with it her wish – no, need to control. 

"Baby," she said, looking into his eyes. "Go get me my strapon and the lubricant." 

Bob's eyes lit up with the thought of pleasing the lovely woman again. 

"Right away." He stood and hurried toward the bedroom. Susan could see that he was soft now. She thought that a man might let a woman fuck his ass when he is in the height of sexual excitement, but this man was spent for the time, and still not mere willing, but wanting to do it if it pleased her. Her feelings for him were increasing. 

When Bob returned with the strapon and lube, Susan stepped into the harness, pulled it up and motioned to Bob, her voice firm, controlling, but not harsh. 

"Get on your hands and knees on the floor."

Bob quickly complied and Susan moved behind him on her knees, generously lubing both his ass and "her" cock. She told him to bend his knees and lower his ass to the right level for her and slowly began to push inside him. She had already used the strapon on him once this morning, and it slid in a bit easier. Bob helped by relaxing his sphincter muscles; he was learning. 

When she was all the way inside him, Susan began to fuck him slowly, then faster, harder, until she was moving him forward each time her body touched his ass. She heard him grunt with each thrust and watched his body moving. She knew he was excited by the way he tried to push back into her. 

Remembering what she had seen a man do with a woman in a sex video, Susan reached forward and grasped Bob's hair, pulling, giving herself more leverage as she fucked his ass, giving more force to each thrust. 

She wished she could cum; shoot something up his ass, fill him, and remembered the squirting dildo she had seen when she ordered this one. Perhaps she would fill it with Bob's cum instead of water and then fuck him with it - - or watch him suck it. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Bob's voice. 

"I wish I could see your face, look into your eyes while you fucked my ass." He gasped. 

"So do I." Susan responded, realizing she had liked it better this morning when Bob was on his back, holding his legs in the air. She had literally been over him when she fucked his ass and had felt more of a sense of power, 

Withdrawing, Susan told Bob to move onto his back, getting a sofa cushion to raise his ass in the air. Bob gripped his legs behind his knees, pulling them back, giving her a better angle to enter him. 

Susan moved between his legs, putting the tip of "her" cock on his opening. Their eyes met as he began to push inside him. His asshole had not closed up completely yet and she slid inside easily. 

"Do you like me fucking your ass like this?" Susan asked, as she reached a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of him. 

"I like - - no love the expression on your face when you do." 

As she looked down at him, fucking him, Susan asked. "Would you really do anything I wanted sexually?" 

Unhesitating, Bob replied. "Yes!" He loved the way Susan responded to his words. Her nostrils flared and her eyes filled with both lust and power. 

"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but I have seen some things on videos that turn me on." 

"Mmmmmmm. God, Susan, anything." 

Susan stopped and withdrew again. She needed another climax, and from the looks of Bob's cock, so did he. 

Straddling his hips, Susan moved her pussy over his cock. 

"Fuck me." She told him, again firmly, but not harshly. 

She held still while he thrust up into her. This was also a part of her need to feel power. 

After Bob came, Susan moved over his mouth so he could clean her pussy with his lips and tongue, bringing her to her own climax. 

Lying on the floor beside him afterward, Susan cuddled in his arms. She was curious. 

"Lover, why haven't you ever asked to fuck my ass?" She asked, softly. "You know I was turned on when you stuck your finger into my asshole last night and your tongue in it today." 

"I didn't know if you would let me." Bob replied. "And besides, I was too busy licking it." 

"Maybe tomorrow?" Susan asked. 

"God, yes." Bob blurted out, then – "Is that the kinky thing you talked about?" 

"That's not the one I was thinking about." Susan laughed. "But we will try that one too, if you're still up for it." 

"I said anything, Baby." 

"Mmmmm." Susan replied, happily. 

As they lay together, silent for a time, Susan realized that her mind had drifted to watching Gina masturbating on the patio table a bit earlier. She realized too that her breathing rate had increased as she thought about it. True, she thought, Bob's tongue in her ass had likely made the entire thing more erotic, but there was something different in the way she now felt about her best friend. 

After several minutes, Susan spoke. "I'm going over to Gina's for a bit, Lover. You can get something to eat from the refrigerator if you like. You can go ahead and sleep in the bedroom." 

"I'll wait up for you, Baby." 

"I may be awhile and you need to get some rest for tomorrow, Lover. I have a big day planned for us." Susan giggled, reaching down and shaking Bob's limp cock. 

Bob agreed and they kissed deeply, holding each other tightly. Afterward, Susan rose, went to the bedroom while Bob stayed on the floor. She returned shortly wearing a very short robe which almost covered her ass. 

"We have a gate between our yards," Susan explained, "and no one will see me in this. 

Bob rose and they kissed again, after which Susan left through her back door for Gina's.



Bob & Susan Ch. 05



Bob lay on the floor of Susan's living room, nude, his mind recalling the feeling of his tongue in Susan's ass while she stood at the kitchen sink a few minutes ago, the warmth of her pussy on his cock, the expressing in her eyes as she lowered her pussy to his mouth, feeing him his own cum 

He had begun his first date with her just over twenty four hours ago and memories flooded in - memories of fingering her clit under the table in a restaurant, of her blowing him in the car on the way back. He thought of things he had done at her house that he had never done before, the strapon she had used on him. 

He knew he was exhausted by the fact that his cock was not getting hard as he thought - - just stirring a bit. It was probably a good thing he was alone; his cock wouldn't be any good to Susan now anyway. It was dark and she had left a few minutes ago to visit her next door neighbor and best friend, Gina. 

Rising slowly, Bob moved to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He needed something to eat, something to keep his strength up, and then he needed sleep, that is, if he was going to try to keep up with this lovely, seemingly insatiable woman. Finding some leftovers, he ate and went to bed, a picture of Susan in his head. When she left for Gina's she had been wearing a short robe that barely covered her ass. He wondered if she and Gina would . . . but he was tired, no, sexually exhausted and was soon asleep. 

Susan, meanwhile, had arrived at Gina's back door. Their houses were side by side and they had a gate connecting their back yards. She knocked and waited till Gina opened the door, wearing a completely sheer, see-through robe open in the front. She smiled at Gina, looking up and down the opening. 

"I have the air conditioner on, and needed a little something on my shoulders." Gina explained, moving toward her living room. 

Susan followed still smiling. She knew that Gina would normally have opened the door nude, knowing that no one but Susan would be at her back door. 

Nudity was nothing new for either of the women. They spent time nude in Susan's spa; shared the details of their sexual exploits; watched porn movies together, and had lately began to masturbate while watching the movies. 

Although they had a close relationship, neither had made a move on the other sexually. Susan had suspected that Gina was bi, but Gina never confirmed it, never told of any sexual encounters with other women. 

Susan had always thought of herself as straight. Sure, she had had erotic feelings as she and Gina talked and masturbated together, but had put it down to being excited by the porn movie and the movement of her hand over her clit. 

Things had changed a short time ago. After she and Bob had enjoyed each other this morning, Bob had called his office and taken the week off. Then they had slept for several hours. 

Waking, she had gone into the kitchen, nude, and was talking with Gina through her kitchen window when Bob had crawled behind her, licking her ass and pussy. As she described to Gina what was happening, she watched her take her shorts off and masturbate, sitting on the patio table and felt a sudden, strong urge to lick her pussy. That is why she was here. She had wondered if Gina could see the desire in her eyes and needed to clear the air with her best friend, not wanting anything to hurt the friendship. 

"Let me turn down the AC and get comfortable." Gina said, moving down the hall while Susan sat on the sofa. 

The air was comfortable to her and Susan shrugged her robe off. When Gina returned, she did likewise and sat in a chair facing the sofa. 

"So," Gina began. "Did you suck his cock after he ate you?" 

"I sure did. And he fucked me. And ate his cum out of my pussy again." Susan laughed. 

"Again? That's twice." Susan had told her on the phone earlier about their morning sex. "You need to think about keeping him." 

"I think I would like to. He's the only man I know who will do anything I want him to sexually." Susan sighed. "But he's married."

"Take him away from his wife." Gina laughed. "I'll bet you have sexier tits and pussy than she does." 

"I couldn't do that." Susan smiled back, knowing that Gina was at least partially serious in her suggestion. She continued. "But I'm not here to talk about Bob." 

"What are you here to talk about?" Gina asked. 

"About seeing you on the patio table playing with your pussy. It may have been Bob's tongue in my ass, but I really liked watching you." 

"You like to watch me rub my pussy?" Gina asked quizzically, spreading her legs and rubbing herself to please her friend. 

"No, you don't understand." Susan responded. "I REALLY liked watching you touch your pussy." 

"Oh." Gina responded, beginning to realize what Susan was trying to say, but afraid to. "Did you want to eat me too?" Gina continued with an impish grin. 

"I wanted to tell you about it, Gina, sort of clear the air. You're my best friend and I don't want a brief time of sexual thoughts to hurt our friendship. I'm sorry about it." 

"Please don't be sorry." Gina's voice was soft and comforting now. "I can tell you that I have had those feelings about you since the first time I saw you in pink shorts and halter top the day the movers put your furniture in the house." 

"You remember what I wore then?" 

"Remember? God, how could I forget. I thought you were the hottest woman I had ever seen." 

"You have fantasized about me?" Susan asked.

"Yes. I have." Gina responded. 

The two women looked into each other's eyes, each contemplating what had just passed between them. Then Gina broke the silence. 

"You know I'm bi." 

"You never told me that, but I kind of suspected you were." 

"Suspected, as in a bad thing?" Gina asked quizzically. 

"No, not bad." Susan responded quickly. "I think it's fine." 

Silence settled in the room again, and both began to feel a different intensity in the air. 

"You never came on to me." Susan's statement was more of a question.

"I value our friendship. You are the best friend I have in the world, and I was afraid that if I did, you would be angry or embarrassed." 

"I don't know what I would have felt. I've never had sex with another woman or even thought I wanted to, but watching you . . ." Her voice trailed off. 

"Never wanted to?" Gina quizzed her. 

"Well, I've had some thoughts - like when you and I were watching porn and masturbating . . ." She fell silent again, thinking about what she just said. 

"What would you have done if I . . ." Gina began, but stopped. 

"God, Gina. I don't know. I'm feeling kind of confused right now." 

"I know." Gina smiled at her. "So am I. We are best friends, and yet you are such a turn on for me." 

Susan realized that her breath was becoming more rapid and her pulse rate increasing. "I'm willing to try if you are." 

At first she was shocked by her words, then began to feel growing excitement. She was naked with a woman who wanted to make love to her, and she was feeling desire for the woman. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes." Susan replied, then remembered. "I don't know if you want to right now. Bob came in there not long ago. He ate me afterward but I'm sure there's still some cum inside." 

"I'm bi, not lesbian.' Gina responded. "I like both men and women - - and I like that taste of a freshly fucked pussy." 

Susan nodded in response and watched as Gina rose and approached her, then knelt at her knees. Their eyes never left each others as Gina put a hand on each of Susan's knees, applying gentle pressure to move them apart. At the legs of her best friend parted, she bent and kissed her love opening, feeling Susan's body suddenly tense. She licked softly, tracing the place between Susan's right leg and her pussy, then sucking. Moving to the other side of Susan's pussy, she repeated her licking and sucking. 

Before going further, Gina raised her head and looked into Susan's eyes again. Both knew this was a turning point in their relationship, an act that once done could never be undone. Neither spoke, and Gina lowered her face again, this time touching Susan's opening with her tongue and licking up and down. She could taste her friend, feel some moisture on the outside of the opening. 

Encourage by the Susan's lubrication, which told her that Susan was turned on, Gina began to slide her tongue inside. Yes, Susan was definitely lubricating, she discovered. In fact, she was positively soaked. That was all she needed and began to lick and suck hungrily, but gently. 

When Susan first felt Gina's tongue near her pussy, she tensed, not with distaste, but with the new thought of another woman's tongue on her. As the tongue continued to lick, she began to relax - - no, not really relax, but to enjoy. She felt her hips beginning to move, thrust, and was suddenly disappointed when Gina stopped and looked up at her, wanting to tell her to continue, to start to lick her pussy and clit. But she was silent and felt relief when Gina lowered her head again. 

Now, she felt her hands on the back of Gina's head, holding her to herself as the seemingly magic tongue explored her, pleasured her; as the lips sucked here and there. She tried to close her eyes and enjoy, but couldn't take them off of the head between her legs. She felt excited, so very excited, and knew she cum if Gina touched her clit now. 

"Please." She moaned. "You have to stop now." 

Gina raised her head, disappointment in her eyes. "You don't like it?" 

"I love it." Susan responded. "God, you feel good. But if I am going to eat your pussy for the first time, I want to do it while I'm very hot, not after I've had a climax." 

Remembering her first time with another woman and understanding, Gina smiled and nodded. "Where do you want me?" 

"I want you on the carpet on your back." 

Gina was soon in the desired position and Susan moved to her - not between her legs, but to her face, bending and kissing her lips softly. 

"I love you, Gina." She whispered, realizing that she had loved the woman for years, just not in this way. 

"I love you too." 

Moving her head down, Susan began to suck on one of Gina's nipples, now hard and erect. She loved the sound of Gina's moan and the feel of Gina's chest being pushed up onto her mouth. She sucked for awhile, then moved to the other nipple. 

Gina wanted to grab Susan's head, hold it to her as she pushed her breasts up, but refrained. She didn't want to scare her friend - now her lover and so she lay with her arms to her sides, letting Susan be free to move where she wanted at her own pace. 


Susan continued kissing her way down Gina's body, but when she reached her stomach, Gina moved and giggled. "Sorry. I'm ticklish there." 

Susan giggled back. "I hope your pussy isn't that ticklish." 

Gina had been afraid that her ticklishness would break the mood, but realized that it had merely loosened things up and removed some of the tension of Susan's first time. She watched as Susan stopped kissing her and moved, lying between her legs, her face inches from her pussy. 

Instead of licking or kissing, Susan began by touching wetting her fingers in her mouth and touching Gina's pussy, feeling everything gently, then slowly slid one finger inside her friend. It was so wet in there. 

"Try two fingers." Gina encouraged her and Susan inserted them. 

"Mmmmmmmmm. That feels good." 

Susan didn't reply but merely began moving her fingers in and our of Gina's pussy, fucking her slowly, feeling Gina's hips moving, responding to her. Then, looking into Gina's eyes, she took her fingers out and put them near her mouth, extending her tongue to taste. 

"You taste as good as I do." She said and pushed her fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking Gina's honey from them. 

When she had finished, she smiled. "I guess its now or never." She said, lowering her face and licking Gina's pussy. She didn't waste time, plunging her tongue all the way inside. If she was going to do it, she was going to get right to it. 

She was thoroughly pussy, the taste, the smooth texture, the feel of both liquid and flesh on her tongue. She probed inside, licking out Gina's wetness, savoring it in hr mouth, then swallowing. She couldn't understand why men told jokes about the smell and taste of pussy. This was a wonderful aroma; a magnificent taste! She couldn't get enough. 

By now, Gina's soft moans had turned to small screams and her hips moved from side to side and up and down. Her demonstrations of desire turned Susan on even more, brought moans from her own lips as she eagerly, greedily licked and swallowed. 

"Please! My clit." Gina moaned, the writhing body no longer under her control. 

Susan responded by licking Gina's clit up and down rapidly, then moving side to side with her tongue, the way she liked hers done. It was only a moment before Gina began to cum. This time she was silent except for a gutter, animal sound coming from deep in her throat. She shuddered with climax after climax, as Susan refused to relinquish the clit between her lips, wave after wave of sheer ecstasy, until she was finally spent. 

"Stop. Goooooood. Please stop. I can't again . . ." Gina put her hand on Susan's head, pushing, needing the lips to free her clit. 

Susan sucked once more, then kissed the clit before lifting her head. "Was that all right?" She asked, grinning. 

"All right? That was wonderful." Gina gasped. "I thought you never ate pussy before." 

Susan giggled at the compliment. "I should have done this sooner."

As Gina began to catch her breath, she looked up at Susan sitting above her. "Thanks." 

They smiled at each other until Gina said. "My turn. Want to straddle my face?" 

Susan did, lowering her pussy to Gina's mouth. It had been such a turn-on earlier - Gina eating her - and this time she could cum, she thought, as she found herself hunching up and down slowly, touching Gina's nose with her pussy, then dragging it down to her chin. Her hands were on her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as she felt Gina's tongue exploring, licking first her pussy, then her asshole then her clit, and starting over again. 

Now she was hunching and grunting as Gina's lips fastened on her clit, her tongue licking back and forth over the tip. She came with an intense an orgasm as she had ever experienced. Finishing, she slumped to the floor and she and Gina turned on their sides, facing each other. 

"How was your first time with another woman?" Gina asked.

"All right." Susan replied, smiling softly. "I loved your lips and tongue. And eating your pussy was wonderful." 

"Was it better than with a man?" 

"Hmmmmm." Susan thought for a moment. "I don't think being with a woman is better than being with a man. I think that they are different experiences. I like both." 

"Good answer." Gina chuckled,. 

"I'm still working on what this does and doesn't mean about us, though." 

"What it means is that I hope we continue to do this and what is doesn't mean is that we're married." Gina replied, whereupon Susan burst out laughing. 

"I guess you're right." Susan answered, looking up and down her friend's naked body. She wondered why it had taken them so longs to being to enjoy each other in this way. Her mind drifted to earlier when Gina was about to eat her and her. 

"When you were licking me, could taste Bob." 

"I don't think so . . ." Gina's voice trailed off as she looked seriously at Susan, then continued. "But I have tasted his cum before." 

"You've had sex with Bob?" Susan's voice and eyes filled with surprise. 

"No, not actually. I . . . . I . . ." Gina was trying to find the best way to tell her friend what had happened. 

"What is it that you're not telling me?" Demand crept into Susan's voice. 

"I've eaten his cum out of his wife's pussy." Gina finally responded. "Before I go any further, I want you to know that I love you as my best friend and would never do anything to hurt you." 

Gina sighed deeply, rose from the carpet and moved to a chair. Susan moved to the sofa facing the chair, wanting to believe her friend and lover, but wanting to understand also. 

"Let me start with the time you and Bob met. Remember?" 

Susan did remember. They had been at the same table at a dinner theater. It was a very popular place where parties of two were seated with other parties of two to fill the tables. She and Gina had had reservations as had Bob and his wife. After she and Bob were at the theater, both Gina and his wife had called saying they could not make it, but for the other one to stay and enjoy the show. They had, talking, getting to know each other. Afterward, they had had coffee together, phone calls during the following weeks, and their first date two months later - yesterday. 

"Karen and I set that up." Bob's wife was named Karen. 

"You set us up? Why?" Susan was confused and a bit apprehensive. What had her friend done to her?

"We knew you too would hit it off." 

Gina began to explain that Bob's wife had been her boss and that they had become - - intimate. Karen had been trying to live a straight life with Bob, never having had sex with another woman, but knew she found the sex very unsatisfying - almost distasteful. Casual bantering with a female friend had turned to sexual innuendos and had finally led to her first lesbian encounter. In that experience, she had discovered who she was. 

The upside of Karen's discovery had been that she was happier, more satisfied with herself. The down side - for Bob - had been that she had found a satisfying sexual orientation and their sex life, not good to begin with, had deteriorated even more. 

That was about the time when she and Gina had begun to play. Their sexual encounters had begun quiet suddenly one night while they were working together, alone. Karen had brought a bottle of wine to thank her employee for staying late, and they had had enough to loosen up. By the time they left, each had become very familiar with the other's body and body openings. 

Gina went on to explain that although she still worked there, she and Karen had very infrequent sex, then had stopped altogether, moving back to boss and employee - almost. Karen was currently involved with a woman she had met on a business trip. That was where she was now. She had told Bob she was out of town on business, but was really spending the week with her lover. 

Although Gina and Karen were no longer sex partners, they were still friends and Karen had confided her marital situation to her. She cared about Bob, loved him in her own way, but found no satisfaction in sex with a man. Divorce would be a disaster for both of them due to their complicated financial holdings, but she knew he must be frustrated with their lack of sex. 

Gina had immediately thought of her best friend, Susan. Susan loved sex and enjoyed dating married men - those who seldom fooled around. Less chance for attachments and since she enjoyed the taste of cum, it reduced the chances of sexually transmitted diseases. 

Gina paused and looked at her friend. "Where are you with all this?"

"I don't know yet." Susan's head was spinning with the new information. "When did you have sex with Bob?"

"I told you that I didn't." Gina responded. "A couple of years ago, while they were still fucking some, she and Bob had a hotel room to get away for the weekend. Monday morning they had sex before Bob left for work. I was in the lobby waiting for him to leave." 

"And you . . .?

"And I ate her pussy after Bob had fucked it." 

Susan began to smile. She had to admit that the thought was sexy, hot, and she had a fleeting thought of Gina eating her as Bob watched, after he fucked her, or . . . 

Oh my God, she thought to herself, her eyes widening as she imagined watching Bob fuck Gina and then eating her pussy. The thought was a shock, but began to make sense to her. She had learned tonight that she loved tasting Gina's pussy and yesterday that she enjoyed Bob's cum. 




Bob & Susan Ch. 05



"What are you thinking?" Gina asked, seeing her friend deep in thought. "Are we still friends?" 

"Yes." Susan smiled and rose. Walking over to Gina, she kissed her on the mouth. "We are still friends." 

"What do we do now?" Gina asked. 

"First, we go over to my house and get to sleep." Susan grinned. "Your husband won't be home tonight and I've fucked so much today, I'm exhausted - and I need a shower." 

Gina laughed and agreed and before long, the two women were in Susan's house. Opening the bedroom door quietly, they found Bob asleep and decided to use the guest bathroom. After some warm water, and sexual pleasuring, they went to the guest bedroom and slept. 

Bob woke with a sense of disappointment the next morning. He was in bed alone. Before going to look for Susan, Bob showered and then opened the bedroom door, nude. He heard laughter, the sound to two female voices coming from the direction of the kitchen. 

His first thought was to dress first and then find out what was going on, but his curiosity overcame his good sense and he tiptoed quietly peeking around the opening between the living room and kitchen, thinking he would not be seem. 

What he saw was a surprise. Susan was sitting at the table facing him and she was naked. Across from her was another naked woman. He froze, and Susan saw his head. 

"Good morning, Bob." She said, cheerily. "Come on in." 

"I don't have any clothes on." Bob explained, keeping his body behind the wall to hide his rapidly rising cock. 

The other woman turned and looked into his face. "Neither do we." 

Susan introduced Gina as her best friend and both women continued to encourage him to come in with them, and Bob finally relented, moving fully into the opening. 

Gina's gaze traveled down his body. "I agree with you, Susan. He does have a nice cock." 

Bob flushed, and Susan tried to set him at ease. "Its all right, lover. I tell Gina everything about my sex life and I've only had good things to say about you." 

"Everything?" Bob did not feel comforted. 

"I was impressed that you ate your cum out of her pussy - twice." Gina responded, grinning. "Most men wouldn't do that." 

Bob blushed, but wanting to fit in with the two beautiful women who seemed to at ease with nudity and raw sex talk, he almost blurted out. "I really enjoyed it. I love the taste of her pussy." 

"So do I." Gina responded, and the room was suddenly silent as Bob looked from one woman to the other, both hearing, and yet not sure. 

Seeing his expression, Susan explained. "Gina and I had a great experience last night. It's the first time I ever tasted another woman's pussy." 

She looked at Gina, then back up at Bob, who was now standing beside Gina's chair. Bob was still speechless when he felt warm fingers grip his cock and looking down, discovered the hand was Gina's. 

"I think he likes the idea." Gina laughed, squeezing Bob's cock, then stroking it a couple of times. 

"Oh God." Was all Bob could say as he thrust his hips involuntarily, fucking Gina's hand. 

"Stop that." Susan spoke to Gina with mock distaste. "I don't want him cuming on my table. Besides, we need to talk. Sit down, Bob." 

At Susan's urging, Gina told Bob what she had earlier told Susan about his wife and about them setting up the date. 

"So you see," She concluded. "Your wife doesn't care if you fuck Susan - or anyone else. In fact, she hoped you would." 

Then looking from Bob to Susan, she said. "You two look like you really enjoy each other." 

"I don't know." Susan responded with a sly grin. "Bob knows I can be a real pain in the ass, sometimes." 

Gina was taking a swallow of lukewarm coffee and almost choked with laughter, catching the innuendo about Susan using her strapon on him yesterday. 

Bob grinned. "That's one thing I love about you, Susan. I love your wit." 

"What's that about loving my tit?" Susan joked back. 

"I love your tits too." Bob responded, still grinning. 

"Me too/" Gina chimed in quickly. 

"You take one and I'll that the other." Bob quipped back. 

He suddenly realized the impact of his statement when he looked over to see Susan's body turning pink, flushing with excitement at the thought. He glanced at Gina and their eyes met, agreeing, knowing what they were going to do. They rose at the same time and moved, kneeling one on each side of Susan. Bending their heads, they each licked a nipple and then took it into their lips sucking. 

Susan pushed her chest out quickly, loving the feeling to both her nipples being sucked at once, groaning with desire, knowing that one was being sucked by a man and the other by a woman. She looked down at the two of them and watched as Bob stopped sucking and turned toward Gina, who turned toward him as well. She watched as they kissed passionately, then returned to her nipples. 

As the sucking continued, alternating with ever more passionate kissing, Susan spread her legs, hoping someone would move there, but neither did for the longest time - not until Gina raised her head and spoke. 

"I'll flip you to see who gets her pussy and who gets her asshole." 

"I'll take either." Bob quickly responded. 

How they got there, no one clearly remembered, but soon, Susan was on all fours on the living room carpet, lowering her pussy to Gina's mouth. As Gina began to lick and suck her pussy and clit, Bob began licking her ass, bringing screams of delight as Susan felt tongues probing into both openings at the same time. 

They continued to lick and suck with Susan grinding first onto Gina's mouth, then back into Bob's face. As they had done with her tits, Gina and Bob paused from time to time to kiss, sliding their tongues into each other's mouth, giving Bob a chance to taste Susan's pussy as he ate her ass. 

"Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh God! Oh Fuck!" Susan alternated between one and the other until she began to cum, raising her self up on her arms so she could push down harder with her hips. The climax was intense and wonderful, indescribable, beyond anything she had experienced before. 

When it was finished, Susan collapsed onto Gina's face. 

"God, I can't believe it!" She exclaimed, breathing hard as she rolled to one side and watched Bob and Gina kissing, sharing her pussy honey with each other. 

Seeing the two of them brought a new desire and she interrupted their passion. 

"I want to see you too fuck." 

By on one was surprised by much of anything and Gina was soon on her back with Bob between her legs, sliding his cock into her wet pussy. Susan watched, looking from one face to the other, seeing the pure fucking intensity, the lust, as Bob fucked harder and faster and Gina thrust up, swallowing his cock completely with her pussy each time. 

Occasionally, they would look over at her, but mostly at each other and Susan began to see more that mere desire in their eyes. She didn't feel threatened, but rather delighted that the bond was developing, a bond between the three of them, sexual, but more than just that. 

Fascinated, she watched as Bob began to cum, grunting, thrusting, looking from Gina's face to hers, then back again. Gina's eyes also alternated between her two sex partners. As Bob came, fleeting fantasies began to play through Susan's mind - fantasies about how she could join, what she could do with the two of them in this position. 

Finished, Bob collapses onto Gina and begin kissing her face tenderly, as he had kissed Susan's the day before, finally rolling off and lying beside her. 

Another thought his Susan as she watched them - a thought that was very erotic, and for this juncture in her sexual exploration, very new. She bend to kiss first Bob, then Gina on the lips, then crawled slowly between Gina's legs, looking down at the semen leaking out of her slit. Looking from Bob's eyes to Gina's, she lowered her head, thinking that after this, both she and Gina would have licked Bob's cum out of a pussy.