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Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01A

By: DocCIS



Author's Note: This first part of Chapter 01, in what is a three-part chapter, does not have any sex in it. For those familiar with my writing style, you will understand when I say this is primarily a descriptive section, introducing the characters and laying the groundwork for future chapters. There is quite a bit of teasing, flashing, and groping, but fairly tame compared to future chapters. Hope you enjoy it ...

Extenuating Circumstances 01 -- The beginning, Part 1/3

Suzanne took another sip from her glass of chilled white wine and crossed her legs, her fingers moist from the condensation upon the glass; however, she barely took notice of the wet cool sensation. Sitting upon the tall bar stool she was more acutely aware of the hem on her black dress riding up her thigh and exposing the laced tops of her black stockings—as well as the garters attached to them. But even being in public, sitting in the middle of a hotel bar in a room full of businessmen, she did nothing to fix her revealing attire—she had been implicitly instructed to let her body be seen by anybody and everybody in the bar, specifically warned not do anything to hide her body even in the event of an extreme 'wardrobe malfunction.'

Of course, showing off a little leg was by no means an extreme revelation, having other things to worry about. In a very short time she would be showing off a lot more than a little leg, she thought morosely, taking another sip from her glass in an attempt to forget why she was here and totake her mind off the room full of men obviously watching her.

Looking for any reason to distract her thoughts, Suzanne looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. What she saw was not the normal, care-free, and somewhat straight-laced twenty-four-year-old she was used to seeing, a woman happily married and living in a nice gated suburban neighborhood. The woman looking back at her from the mirror was a complete stranger, the opposite of everything she had been. The woman in the mirror across the bar was dressed for sex, her long wavy 'bronde' hair cascading over her shoulders and resting upon the unconcealed swell of flesh at her chest, her breasts bulging and practically hanging out of her immodest cocktail dress.

The satin black dress hugged her body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. It was open in the front, a wide slashed cut-out across her chest, unashamedly exposing more of her natural 35C fleshy mounds than she was comfortable with—but once again she had little choice in the matter. The dress was held gingerly around her neck by a thick ribbon, and without it, the dress would have left her half-naked, the back of the dress completely opened down to the soft swell and 'Y' of her ass.

Without needing to look at her full figure in the mirror, Suzanne knew practically two-thirds of her body was exposed to the men around her. 

So no, she was not concerned about showing off a little leg.

When she had first entered the hotel lounge almost a half-hour ago, she had been reminded of an old investor commercial—every man in the room had immediately stopped their conversation and turned to openly watch her. Suzanne had been overwhelmed by the uninhibited attention, her breasts immediately swelling in response as her nipples attempted to escape the thin fabric stretched across them. It was not just the attention causing her body to respond, but the reaction towards the feeling of complete insignificance, her small five-foot figure having to look up to meet the gaze of every man in the bar. 

Even the high-heeled black patent platform leather Mary Jane shoes she was wearing did not help with her height, merely serving to accessorize her body and outfit, only serving to accentuating her athletic legs even more. 

Overall she felt completely dominated by the towering maleness around her.

But Suzanne also felt an ironic sense of power, her femininity causing the men to part before her like Moses and the Red Sea as she walked up to the bar, a tall bar stool miraculously becoming vacant. As she scooted upon the high seat, her skirt riding up her thighs, she knew she was utterly on display to the entire lounge.

Since entering, over half of the well-dressed businessmen had approached her, attempting to make small talk, some offering to buy her a drink, and all leaving as it became apparent they were not making any headway with her. Unlike when she normally went out and men talked to her, now there was no pretense amongst them of wanting nothing more than to use her body to slake their lust. In fact, two men had openly asked her if they could fuck her, and the knowledge caused her heart to race, leaving parts of her body to throb incessantly. 

Glancing around the room, Suzanne could tell from the looks of the other half of the men around her, that they too would eventually work up the courage to approach her.

None of the men made any effort to hide their lust for her, and although some of the men discretely watched her out of the periphery of their eyes, their attention was readily apparent when the room quieted the moment she had crossed her legs.

Having such rapt attention from everybody around her was an unusual, yet exhilarating, feeling. Suzanne was not used to gleaning so much attention from men, not because she was unattractive—she always drew plenty of looks wherever she went—but such looks were typically quick appreciative glances, not outright bold stares.

Her anxiety arose from being so exposed, uncomfortable flaunting her body so openly. Normally she dressed much more conservatively. And during those times, she did not mind the glances of other men—even a married woman enjoyed knowing she was attractive. However, now, but being dressed in such a revealing outfit, changed the rules of the game, so-to-speak. Whereas ordinarily she would have worn a high-necked dress extending at least down to her knees, her current dress exposed well over half of her tanned flesh, causing her to feel practically naked in the room.

But these were extenuating circumstances, she thought, taking another sip from her glass in another feeble attempt to calm her nerves, trying to act nonchalant amidst the room of apparently sex-starved men.

Her sister Jennifer was the one who enjoyed showing off her body—enjoying it so much she stripped for a living, telling her younger sister there was nothing more exhilarating than having the primal attentions of every man in a room drawn to you. But unlike her older sister, Suzanne was married. Then she smiled, remembering her sister's single status would soon be ending, knowing Jenny was engaged to a wonderful man named Dan, her stripping days soon to be over as the couple planned their wedding and finally able to afford paying off their home, allowing Jen to go to school and pursue a better career.

Once again looking at her reflection in the mirror, Suzanne knew her dress would definitely be something Jenny would wear.

She was on her third glass of wine—none of which she had paid for—yet there were still butterflies in her stomach, her nerves completely frazzled as she thought of the reason she was in the bar in the first place. She could not believe what she was about to do, filled with feelings of dread, trepidation—and she admitted shamefully—exhilaration and excitement.

Looking over her shoulder, she met the gaze of her husband David sitting across the room, sipping his bourbon on the rocks as he too scanned the room. He looked closely at each man entering, watching them look at Suzanne with unabashed desire, before he too turned back and once more watched her. 

Seeing the heated look in his eyes gave her the same feelings she got from everybody else in the room, his penetrating gaze fitting right in with the other men, each pair of male eyes mentally removing what little was covering her. 

As her husband took another drink Suzanne saw his hand shaking, realizing he was as nervous as she felt.

And why would he not be nervous, she thought? It was his idea in the first place for her to be with another man, although there were definitely extenuating circumstances which had led to this predicament.

It was a long and sordid story on how they had ended up here, and as Suzanne waited, her thoughts drifted back to the year before. Things had happened gradually, neither she nor her husband recalling the exact moment things had ultimately progressed to this point. It had started out innocently enough, her husband seeing how men noticed her and realizing instead of jealousy, he felt aroused, noticing her being asked to attend charity benefits or help out with school functions fairly frequently—even though they themselves had no kids. The requests were seemingly innocuous, and David had enjoyed watching her being looked at by other men, particularly around their neighborhood, and when she and David had needed assistance, it was inevitable such help had come from their neighbors. And with their help, Suzanne had felt increasingly obligated to return their favors. 

Again, things had started innocently enough, but had eventually got further and further out of hand. And each time Suzanne did something new, she swore they had reached their limit, only succumbing to another situation where her morals and boundaries crossed the line.

It was the results of these extenuating circumstances—sinking deeper and deeper into a quagmire of debauchery—that they found themselves involved with currently, not wanting to do what she was about to do, but inevitably bound to do what she had to do.

As Suzanne thought about everything she and David had been through, her mind drifted to the first pivotal event they both agreed had set them on the road leading to their current situation. It was the one moment, a time she had been targeted by the neighborhood men—as well shamefully being placed 'open on the market' by her husband...

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Henry Fuller was an elderly gentleman in his early sixties, who lived across the street from the young married couple. He had been the first to welcome them into the neighborhood when David and his then newly married bride had moved in, but although they were on friendly terms—waving whenever they were outside doing the lawn together or making small talk at neighborhood parties—they were not necessarily close.

Then David had broken his left femur and right ankle on a skiing trip, confining him to a wheelchair for several months. Having her husband disabled was difficult, but they were able to get by, but things were definitely difficult. For example, having only one car, Suzanne was used to them both driving to work or going shopping together, so she was used to her husband doing much of the heavy lifting or taking care of things, things she now had to do alone; however, other than those types of inconveniences, they got by.

Then the company David worked for filed for Chapter 13, laying everybody off and closing its doors.

Suzanne had just graduated from Community College and was working as a part-time administrative assistant—a fancy word for a secretary—at a medium-sized law firm in the city, making practically nothing for wages. With the loss of David's insurance and high medical bills owed for David's accident, they had little money to remaining to pay towards their payments for utilities, the house, and the car, ultimately getting further and further behind on payments.

They were basically 'robbing Peter to pay Paul'—skipping a house payment to be able to pay the car and utilities one month, then the following month skipping the car payment and utilities to pay the house mortgage. 

Being young and naïve, they had moved into a residential area promoting a 'keeping up with the Joneses' attitude, living slightly above their means, but manageable. It was not until the medical bills arrived when they had realized although they had been able to maintain their bills and payments, they had nothing set aside for those 'rainy days' when they needed more. With David out of work and confined to a wheelchair, Suzanne had become the sole bread winner for the house.

Work had permitted her to become a full-time employee, which although did not provide enough to pay the bills, they were at least covered by insurance benefits; however, David's injuries were determined a pre-existing condition and they were alarmed to discover none of his medical bills could be covered. As such, Suzanne worked any overtime she could in an attempt to make as much money as they could to keep their heads above water in their finances, but with the little she made, it was a losing battle. 

With her working all day and well into the evenings, and David not only out of work but practically an invalid, keeping their lawn cared for had been the last thing on their minds. 

At least it was until the Home Owner's Association hit them with a thousand dollar fine. 

Suzanne had pleaded with the committee, explaining their current circumstances, but the HOA members—several of them their very own neighbors—had not cared about David's inability to cut the grass or Suzanne's job causing her to work morning to night, as well as weekends. Instead they merely suggested the young couple hiring a landscaping service like everybody else in the neighborhood, who also had busy lives. Unfortunately, in their tight money situation, the young couple could not even afford to hire one of the local kids to maintain their lawn, let alone a professional service.

If they did not have the money for a landscaping service, how were they expected to pay a fine of such magnitude?

They became social outcasts in the neighborhood, having attended a neighborhood barbeque to try and forget their worries for one evening, when the subject of their lawn came up, both deeply ashamed when a few people who had a few too many drinks became vocal, stating their displeasure on how unkempt their yard was, moaning about how it was a disgrace to the neighborhood and lowered the property values of their homes and such.

It had reached a point where they were about to leave, ashamed to have even shown their faces at a neighborhood function, when Henry Fuller stepped in, offering to help them out in their time of need with his landscaping company. 

Expressing how they could not pay him until David literally got back on his feet again, Henry had genially told them not to worry about money, and they would be able to eventually 'work something out.'

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Suzanne took another sip of her chilled wine as she reminisced.

Looking back—hindsight being twenty-twenty—they should have realized something might have been 'off' about their neighbor's offer; however, both her and her husband being young and naïve, and overly concerned about money, they had eagerly accepted Henry's assistance. 

Little did they know their predicament would be the beginning of a twisted path spiraling down to the depths of where Suzanne was now—in a neighboring city's Hilton lounge, dressed to the nines in a little black dress, her tight figure on display before every horny businessman present for the hotel's Happy Hour. 

Not to mention the actual reason for her being there, her and her husband both knowing she was about to be offered to a stranger for the next three hours.

Once more the thoughts of how naïve she and David had been came to mind, neither of them able to even imagine how wicked and degraded people could be. Although Henry had not stated what type of arrangement could be made at the time, the couple had been too thankful for his offer to even question him about it. Even in their most twisted dreams they never would have considered how events would transpire, cascading down a mountainside of debauchery like an avalanche.

Suzanne accepted another offer for a drink, not even realizing she had finished her previous glass of wine while she had been daydreaming. She chatted briefly with the gentleman who bought her the drink, but once she quickly realized he was not the one she had been sent here to meet, and him sensing her obvious disinterest, the man moved on, as Suzanne once more became lost in her reverie.

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Lo and behold, the next evening following the barbeque, Suzanne arrived home to discover not only had the lawn been meticulously cut, but all of their flower beds had been re-sodded, fresh flowers planted, new flowerbed created, as well as several other considerable improvements had been done to both their front and back yards. Even in the dwindling twilight she could not believe her eyes. Everything was immaculate, their entire yard resembling something from a Better Homes and Garden magazine. It was a complete turnaround from the unkempt, raggedy yard she had left in the morning.

David told her he had been awoken first thing in the morning by the lawnmowers, and looking outside, he described it like an army of ants descending upon their lawn, him counting well over twenty men working all day on their yard. They were floored Henry would have gotten what appeared to be his entire company to work on their yard the next day.

In appreciation, that night Suzanne baked cookies, taking them over to Henry's house in thanks for his help. 

As he thanked her at the door, the elderly man invited her inside for coffee and to partake of the cookies. Not wanting to insult him, Suzanne graciously accepted, still a trusting person.

They chatted for a couple hours, the conversation involving stories about Henry's wife—now ten years deceased—then his kids, and finally about her own family. Henry was the perfect gentleman, and Suzanne soon became completely relaxed around him, opening up ways she had not talked to with anybody else for a long while.

"So are you and David going to the Meyer's pool party next week?" the elderly man asked at one point, while sipping coffee and nibbling on the cookies Suzanne had baked.

"I don't know," Suzanne confessed. "After our reception at the barbeque last weekend, David and I are almost ashamed to be seen in public—even after the wonderful job you did with our yard," she told him, thanking him for the dozenth time. "Even if we did go, we obviously wouldn't do much swimming," she smiled. "David will have his cast on for at least another month and can't get wet, and I don't want him to feel left out," she told the older man.

"Well, just because he can't get wet doesn't mean you have to be a fuddy-duddy and be anti-social," the elderly man chided her with a smile.

Suzanne laughed, knowing what he meant.

The Meyers had held a pool party every year since they had moved into the neighborhood—long before Suzanne and David had moved here. While many of the neighborhood parties were often children-friendly, the Meyers' party was refreshingly adults only. 

It was not that anything untoward happened, it was simply a chance for the adults—particularly those with children—to get away, relax, and have a nice time with their own generation without having to keep a constant eye out for their kids or keep them entertained. 

Unlike the cookout they had attended the past weekend, which was merely an eating social, the Meyers' pool party held several lawn games throughout the day. Sitting in her neighbor's kitchen, Suzanne smiled thinking about some of the hilarious fun they had from previous pool events, such as Marco Polo, tag, and so forth. 

But most of the games were couple-based, the teams formed by husband and wife, so the main reason Suzanne was not planning on participating was due to David being confined to his wheelchair.

It was a shame too, she thought sipping her coffee. Everybody attending the party donated money—at least twenty dollars—into a pot, and at the end of the night the money was divided sixty, thirty, and ten percent to the top winners of the games. She and David had won the very first year they had attended the party, and Suzanne remembered the winnings being over five hundred dollars. Such money could definitely help out their current situation, allowing them to at least catch up on some of their increasingly delinquent bills.


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She shrugged at Henry's comment, answering, "Well, there still wouldn't be much reason for me to even bother wearing a bathing suit," she told the older gentleman. "David can't play any of the games, and they are all for couples—so we may go, but it is doubtful we will stay long," she told Henry.

"Trust me," the older man said to her, "I've sat on the sidelines for years being widowed. It's no fun, with or without a partner," he told her.

Suzanne suddenly felt sorry for the older man, realizing he was a common attendee at all the neighborhood parties, but although everybody enjoyed his company, he rarely participated in any of the yard games, being widowed all these years. Suzanne realized this little coffee time with even a distant neighbor was probably a rare treat for the man, as with his wife having passed away and his children living out of state meant most of his social interaction was attending the neighborhood parties. She had never noted him having visitors, and as she thought about it, he was always on the periphery of parties instead of being an active participant.

With thoughts of pity towards the elderly man filling her head, she suddenly said, "Well, maybe you and I could pair up for some of the games," she told him in way of consolation. "It would at least give me an excuse to wear my suit for the party," she told him jokingly with a laugh.

Most of the games were fairly physical and strenuous, and Suzanne figured the only games Henry probably could participate in were the few held in the pool—if the elderly man had to lift her weight, it would be better if they were in the water, even with her petite frame.

"David wouldn't mind?" Henry asked as Suzanne smiled, shaking her head.

"Why would he? He would be as upset about me sitting on the sidelines as you," she told him with a laugh. "And besides, you've done so much helping out with our lawn it's the least I could do," she told him happily.

"That would be great!" Henry told her enthusiastically, and Suzanne felt immensely pleased at how quickly his spirits lifted. Then he added, "But as your partner, I insist on buying you a new suit," he told her to Suzanne's surprise. "I know you have worn the same suit the last couple years and, if you don't mind me saying so, you have a fantastic body and that one-piece thing you always wear is not only outdated, but does not do you justice," he told her as she blushed.

Seeing her response to his flattery he continued, saying, "Don't be so shy, you know I speak the truth. And let's face it, most of the other wives are always trying to out-do each other at these little shindigs," he told her with a laugh, "so it would do them good to have some real competition," he laughed. "And particularly after this past weekend's party," he added. "It would do them good to have you in particular put them in their place, and what better way than by out-dressing them," he laughed.

"I don't know," Suzanne answered with some misgivings. "That's just so not me," she admitted, never having been one to 'flaunt her wares' as David liked to say.

Suzanne knew Henry was right about the other women of the neighborhood. Her fellow neighbors were always trying to 'out-do' each other—competing on whose lawn was the nicest, who had the most expensive cars, who wore the fanciest outfits, or in the case of events like the pool party, wearing whatever swimwear was fashionable for that summer. What was worse was many of the younger wives had subtly made it a contest to see who could wear the skimpiest outfits at parties, each neighborhood event becoming more and more risqué as women wore skimpier and skimpier outfits, showing off their bodies regardless of being married. In fact, many of the married women were the worst offenders in skimpy attire, Suzanne had noted.

Henry was correct in postulating her wearing such an outfit and competing with them would cause a stir. Although many of her neighbor's bodies were enhanced by plastic surgery, none of them could compete with Suzanne's own natural and youthful, well-toned 35C-24-34 body. She had been on the cheerleading squad in high school, even though several years had gone by since then, her body was still firm and shapely due to her routinely working out at home.

But Suzanne had never had any desire to compete with the women of the neighborhood in that regard. She and David had never been able to afford top-of-the-line clothes, and she was more comfortable wearing something from Target or Kohl's, which were more within her price range, than something fancy from Macy's or Neiman Marcus. Unlike her older sister, Suzanne did not purposely 'flaunt' her body, preferring long sundresses to miniskirts and full blouses instead of something revealing a deep décolletage.

She had no doubts about her attractiveness. It was not narcissism or ego, just what she had observed based upon the looks from men at the office or when she and David went out. Suzanne knew she was beautiful, she was simply not the type of girl to parade around and tease anybody—although she also knew Henry was right in another way, nobody, including her own husband, would complain if she did.

"No, it isn't necessary," Suzanne told Henry again, feeling uncomfortable at the idea of another man other than her husband offering to buy her clothes, particularly something as revealing as a swimsuit. "You've done more than enough already helping us out with our lawn," she told him in way of explanation, not wanting to reveal her deeper misgivings.

"Nonsense," Henry told her with conviction. "In fact, since you and David already owe me for the lawn care service, you can do this as part of the payment!" he said happily.

Suzanne looked at him questioningly, her brows furrowing as she asked, "What do you mean?"

The old man smiled at her so genuinely, Suzanne truly believed he was honest when he said, "Look, I know you and David can't afford to pay me for a full summer's lawn care. No, don't protest or plead ignorance," he said, holding up his hand to stop her protests. "I know how much medical bills can be these days, particularly when there's only one bread winner in the family," he told her. 

She and David had made no secret on their bad luck lately, and she also knew David sometimes talked with the older man when they were outside together getting the mail and whatnot, so their financial status was probably known to at least Henry, who was exactly the type of person who wanted to help somebody out. If he could help them, he would, even if it was something as simple as making them feel better about themselves.

He continued, telling her, "So how about you be my partner at not just the Meyers' pool party, but all the neighborhood parties this summer—at least until David gets back on his feet and can once again be a proper partner for you," he said. "We can consider your accompanying me as my escort payment for the lawn services," he told her happily.

"But..." Suzanne said in surprise, "But I'm married" she finally said.

The old man looked at her perplexed as he asked, "What does that have to do with anything? With David out of commission for the games, there's no sense in all of us having to sit on the sidelines. This way you can participate at the parties as well," he explained to her. "I'm sure your husband would agree on wanting you to have fun and not having to babysit him all the time at a party," he told her.

"I don't babysit him," she said defensively.

But Suzanne could not fault the man's thinking. But she was still concerned about how the other neighbors would act, expressing her concerns to Henry.

The old man surprised her by laughing. 

"You make it sound like we're going to be doing something illicit," the man chided her. "Besides, what can they say? We're consenting adults," he laughed. "It's not like your husband wouldn't be there, I'll just be filling in for him," he told her. Looking at her intently he then said, "I'll tell you what. If we win any of the pots of money at any of the events, I'll let you keep it all," he said to her. Seeing her about to protest he held up his hand saying, "No, not another word. You and David need the money more than I do," he said, "so I'll help you out in that regard as well."

His offer was substantial, as the Meyers party was not the only neighborhood event having monetary prizes, several of the parties held throughout the year had similar contests. There was even a big Halloween contest awarding for the best costumes—although sometimes people spent more on the costumes than the prizes awarded. 

Thinking about the money finally convinced her more than anything, so she reluctantly agreed. With David's injury and him being out of a job until he could walk again, these were extenuating circumstances and it would be foolish to turn down any extra money that came their way.

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Suzanne re-crossed her legs, allowing the blood to flow back into her left leg.

To her embarrassment, the already-too-short skirt rose even higher, now completely above her stockings and revealing a large expanse of her thighs covered by nothing but the straps of her garters. But she did not pull the hem of the skirt down per her instructions, even as every pair of eyes with a 'Y' chromosome eagerly memorized the newly revealed flesh.

Although already on her fourth drink, the alcohol in her system seemed to do little but enhance her feelings of being exposed more than calming her, as she once again turned her thoughts to the events leading her to this predicament.

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Later that night as they got ready for bed, Suzanne told David about her discussion with Henry and his strange offer.

"If it upsets you, I'll tell him no," she said as she helped her husband into bed, even as he complained.

With one leg in a cast and the other in a large orthopedic boot, moving around was not easy for her man, and Suzanne was more than willing to help him with anything he needed; however, lately he had started to feel as if she were pitying him. He felt it was an insult to his manhood, injured or not, to have to accept so much assistance, particularly from a woman, and the mere fact he could not even put himself to bed was more than upsetting. So it was no surprise to her to hear he agreed with Henry—the last thing David wanted was Suzanne hovering around him making him feel even more decrepit at the party. To his old-fashioned ego it was an insult, even though he knew she meant the best for him.

His ire at needing her assistant was almost palpable as Suzanne got herself ready for bed, putting on an oversized t-shirt and panties, although she would rather have gone to bed naked and let her husband have her way with her—David was not the only one who could not wait until that cast came off. 

Looking at herself in the full-length mirror in their bedroom, Suzanne thought about getting old, seeing herself in the reflection wearing such basic nightwear. Normally she would be wearing something sexy for her husband, made of lace or satin—or even nude—ready and willing to seduce him. They were still in the 'honeymoon' stage of their marriage, and Suzanne had surprisingly discovered she had a large appetite for sex. Unfortunately, David's injury had hampered their lovemaking. Since his accident, their sex life had been next to nothing, his cast extending up to his pelvis and preventing them from sex.

They had initially resorted to getting each other off with their hands, and then later orally. Although Suzanne had never been one for blowjobs, it was the least she could do to please her man. And her efforts were apparently not for nothing, as she had become quite good at them. David had been particularly impressed at how eagerly she now sucked him off compared to before his accident—Suzanne had learned to enjoy the control she had over her husband when he was in her mouth. 

Wanting to please him even more, Suzanne had practiced with various objects such as carrots and bananas when alone, conditioning herself to suppress her gag reflex in order to take him even further into her mouth, as even though David was not necessarily long enough to go as deep into her throat as the items she was practicing with, when he got vigorous it inevitably hit her and caused her to gag, ruining the mood. She knew the more comfortable she got, the better he would enjoy her going down on him.

Suzanne felt her body becoming aroused from her thoughts about sex as she crawled into bed, resigning herself to another night of being unfulfilled.

"Don't be ridiculous," her husband told her with a laugh, continuing their conversation as if she had not just stripped and exposed herself before him while getting ready for bed. "I think it's cute you are willing to take pity on the old man, like a lost puppy or something," he said with a smile. "And you're right, I've felt sorry for him myself, always seeing him on the sidelines at parties," he told her.

Then he quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the Home Owner's group rescinded our fine," he told her happily as she looked at him in surprise. "They said our lawn was now the best in the neighborhood, and it would be unjust to penalize us for the brief lapse due to my injury," he told her. "After all Henry's done for us, letting the old man participate at the parties with you as his partner will be good," he said.

Suzanne was thrilled to hear about the fine being rescinded, as such a large sum of money would have set them back tremendously. At least now they could afford to pay their late utility bills without any interruption to service, she thought, her mind completely diverted towards her husband agreeing to 'share' her with their neighbor at parties.

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Suzanne watched warily as an obese man in a suit entered the hotel lounge and eyed her openly. To her shame, even though she was revolted by his weight, feeling a rush of relief as he was welcomed by another pair of businessmen at another table, and turned away from her, she still felt her body respond to his look, her breasts tightening, and her Kegel muscles involuntarily clenching momentarily.

It was only now she realized she had no say in who she would be giving herself to. She very well could have been paired up with somebody she found less-than-attractive, turning her gaze away from the large man to avoid him believing she was interested in him.

Her realization at her complete lack of control, having absolutely no say in who defiled her body, caused her to feel even more debased, as the control on her life slipped away even more.

She took a big gulp of wine, once again attempting to calm her nerves by thinking about the past.

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It was several days later when Suzanne arrived home to find a giftwrapped box sitting on the dining room table. 

Asking David about it he smiled, telling her it was from Henry—for the pool party this coming weekend.

Suzanne had completely forgotten the old man's proposition, suddenly remembering Henry's offer to buy her a new bathing suit.

"It's probably not even my size," she told her husband as a way of refusing the offer, even as she felt giddy unwrapping the box.

Suzanne was a sucker when it came to presents.

Watching her, David laughed. 

"Well, I sort of told him what size you were," her husband said, Suzanne looking up at him in surprise.

"You what?" Suzanne exclaimed at her husband's laugh.

She watched him shrug in his wheel chair as he said, "He came by the other day to apologize to me for his forwardness with you. Apparently the man is really old-fashioned, and he felt bad for 'insulting me' talking to you so openly. He actually wanted to back out of the agreement you two made," her husband told her, "but I told him there was nothing to apologize, and was totally cool with his suggestion."

"You what?" she asked again in complete shock.

"I told him I would love to have you enjoy the party instead of having to hold my hand," her husband told her with a shrug.

"I do NOT hold your hand," Suzanne said with some resentment, "and I don't mind keeping you company," she told him. "You are after all my husband," she laughed.

"You know what I mean," David told her, looking down at his currently useless legs. "Anyways, I explained how I not only approved of the two of you teaming up for the party, but appreciated his offer to buy you a new suit," he said. 

Seeing her surprised expression become even more pronounced he said somewhat sadly, "Let's face it Sue, when's the last time you bought anything new for just you? I'm not talking about a Target sale and buying utility underwear or shit like that, but something really nice. I know we can't afford it, and you've been more than a trooper about our financial circumstances, but I know you wouldn't mind some new outfits once and a while," he told her with sadness. "Anyways, I didn't think that blue one-piece you wear each year could hold out another year," he laughed.

Suzanne smiled at him, admitting she HAD needed a new bathing suit; however, the idea of another man picking out and buying her clothes once more made her uncomfortable.

Opening up the garment box, her eyes opened in surprise seeing a skimpy two-piece bikini! 

"I can't wear this," she said, holding the two small pieces of material up.

The top was a skimpy triangular halter with ruffled edges, and the matching bottoms were basically two additional triangles—also with ruffled edges—the suit tied on the sides by two strings. 

Suzanne could only stare at the incredibly small amount of material, being a bright fluorescent orange and pink color in a snakeskin pattern, the ties and highlights in black. 

If she wore such a thing she would not be drawing attention to herself by how revealing the suit was, but by how bright it was, the material like a beacon in the dark.

"Why not?" David asked innocently. "It would be nice to show my wife off once and a while," he laughed. "And Henry told me about you two talking about the other women trying to outdo themselves. This suit would be perfect to put them their proper place," he said with a smile. "Particularly after last week's snobbery."

Seeing his unconcern at how skimpy and revealing the outfit she was holding up in her hands was, Suzanne narrowed her eyes with suspicion. 

"Why are you being so understanding?" she asked. Seeing the sudden grin on her husband's face, things 'clicked' in her mind as she said, "You knew!"

David nodded and laughed as he explained. 

"Henry actually brought over five goddamn suits," he told her with a grin. "I shit you not, he had bought five of them telling me you could wear any of them," he said. As Suzanne looked around expecting to see other boxes David laughed again, once more catching her attention. "As I said, at first he tried to back out of the arrangement, and I told him there was nothing to worry about. Then he showed me the suits," he told his wife. "The first two were one-piece suits," he said. 

Seeing Suzanne open her mouth to ask about them, he held up his hand.

"Trust me, they were something Henry's wife, if she were still alive, wouldn't have worn," he grinned. "The other two weren't as bad," he said, "but when I saw this one, Henry immediately go flustered, apologizing as he told me had gone in to a women's clothing store and asked the salesgirl what a twenty-something would wear nowadays, and she picked it out. He was actually quite embarrassed and told me he would take it back, but as soon as I saw it and how embarrassed he was, I knew you would look awesome in it," her husband said.

"You are an evil man," she told David at his confession on wanting to make Henry feel uncomfortably, particularly after all he had done for them. "But you really WANT me to wear this?" she asked in surprise, once again holding up the two miniscule pieces of bright cloth.




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"Honey, I love seeing your body," David said in explanation, "and with me being an invalid, it would be nice to at least be able to show you off," he told her sincerely.

"You are not an invalid," Suzanne told him emphatically. "But wearing something like this at a party in front of all our neighbors?" she asked. "You know I don't mind dressing up for you when we're alone, but literally most of the neighborhood will be there," she said somewhat exasperatedly.

She watched her husband shrug, as he said, "You've seen what the other neighbors wear," he told her. "It's about time they got some true competition," he smiled, echoing Henry's words when she had first talked with him about the idea. "Imagine the envy of the other guys seeing you paired up with an old fart like Henry of all people," he laughed.

Suzanne was still uncertain, but David finally broke her resolve as they settled down for the evening.

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At that moment a group of five businessmen in suits entered the hotel lounge, their eyes immediately locking upon Suzanne—or more to the point, on her body—immediately walking towards her at the bar.

Suanne felt her body flush, once again aware of not only the attention the men around her were giving, but her earlier realization on the complete lack of consent on who she would end up with. 

Seeing their lust-filled looks, Suzanne had no doubts as to their illicit thoughts. There was a complete lack of disregard towards her own dignity, their gaze blatantly telling her what would be happening to her tonight if she let just one man have his way with her.

Suzanne blushed as the understanding that every man there knew she would be getting fucked sometime tonight—whether it be them or somebody else—caused a flood of emotions well up inside her, mixtures of trepidation and anxiousness, putting her completely on edge. 

To her shame she once again felt her body respond in lust, her breasts tightening and aching to be squeezed as she watched the new group of predators surround her at the bar, ordering their drinks.

Unwarranted, Suzanne shamefully had a mental image flash in her brain of lying naked before them, completely at all five men's mercy as they used her in all ways imaginable.

And she felt her crotch heat up at the image, her arousal nearly uncontrollable.

She suddenly jerked her head in surprise, realizing one of men had been talking to her. Turning her head towards him, it took all her will to focus upon him.

"Not to sound cliché or anything, but do you come here often," he asked, with a smile that caused her crotch to turn instantly into a Louisiana swamp—hot, moist, and ready to swallow up anything that entered it.

Suzanne simply shook her head as the men attempted to make small talk with her. But like the other men who had already confronted her, it took only a few moments for them to realize she was not interested, quickly moving on to a vacant table next to David, her husband's eyes locked upon her.

Not for the first time, Suzanne wondered when the person she was meeting would arrive, her mind once again wandering back to the past.

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When the day of the party came, Suzanne was a complete nervous wreck. She had avoided even trying on the bikini until she was getting ready for the party, and now that it was on her, she felt even more apprehensive. The top, although covering her 'adequately' enough to prevent her from being arrested for public indecency, revealed a tremendous amount of cleavage and 'sideboob.' Such blatant exposure of her body gave her second thoughts about what she would wear.

And the bottoms were no better, sitting so low on her pelvis she had to take her razor and trim the scant runway of pubic hair just to be decent. Turning around and looking into the mirror, she was aghast to see the rear of the bikini was just as revealing, exposing over half of butt cheeks!

David on the other hand, loved it. 

Much against her own reservations, he again convinced her the suit was fine, telling her, "You've seen the suits the other women wear, I have no doubt some are going to be even more revealing than yours," he reasoned with her. "At least you have the figure and goods to flaunt," he smiled at her, adding, "and not some artificially bought enhancements," he laughed.

To appease her sense of indecency, her husband suggested she wear a white crochet net dress cover-up she had bought a few years ago. It was a multipurpose outfit that could be worn as a body cover-up, skirt, or even a tunic. 

Putting it on as a cover-up, Suzanne was somewhat mollified, the extra covering making her feel like she was at least not almost naked. The covering extended from her shoulders to lower thighs, the loose white netting at least giving the impression it was obscuring her body's exposure by the tiny bikini.

Slipping on her flip-flops, she turned to leave the bedroom when she saw David blocking the door with his wheelchair. 

Looking at his expression of distaste, she immediately asked, "Now what?"

"Flip-flops?" her husband asked with a raised eyebrow.

Moving past her as she asked him what was wrong with practical foot gear, she watched as he opened the closet door where her shoe rack was, saying over his shoulder, "If you are trying to dress sexy, you need to do the full Monty," he said.

"I am NOT trying to dress sexy," she replied. "It is, in fact, my husband who is trying to have me parade around half-naked, not to mention our geriatric neighbor," she said with exasperation, obviously upset.

"Here, try these one," her husband said.

Suzanne saw him holding a pair of black envy cut-out platform shoes, and stared at her husband in shock, barely comprehending he had selected a pair of six-inched stiletto heeled shoes. The platform soles of the shoes had random cut-outs giving them a sexy abstract look, and she stared at him in complete astonishment.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said in disbelief, looking at her husband.

She had bought the shoes for an intimate evening with David, remembering wearing a black negligée with them. Unlike other similar shoes she had, these were remarkably light—probably due to the cut out platforms—but they were definitely not something she would have chosen for a neighborhood pool party.

"These are perfect," her husband said. Seeing her exasperated expression, he told her, "You're going to be spending most of the time in the water anyways, so chances are you won't even be wearing them most of the time other than when we arrive," he told her in his attempt at convincing her to wear them. "But trust me, these will look awesome on you," he grinned.

Suzanne looked at her husband in complete disbelief as she said, "You know, I can understand Henry or another man trying to dress me up as a slut, but my own husband?" she asked, even as she took the shoes and sat on the bed, putting them on in an attempt to at least humor her lover.

As she fastened the ankle straps, her husband laughed, saying, "Hey, I don't get to show off my pretty wife enough," he told her. "And besides, the fact you are still with a cripple is going to be even more ammo to rub in some of the guys' noses," he told her. "Seeing a hot thing like you still with me will gall the hell out of them," her husband told her gleefully.

Once again Suzanne told him adamantly he was not a cripple. The debilitating effect of his injuries had caused him to become more and more depressed, and Suzanne quickly stopped complaining about her attire, knowing her acquiescing to his suggestions made him feel good.

Standing up, she could see her husband's approval when they heard the doorbell suddenly ring.

"That will be Henry," her husband said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Seeing Suzanne's raised eyebrows he told her, "I told him we could go to the party together," he explained, asking her to answer the door.

Suzanne was reluctant, dressed as she was; however, she finally gave in to her husband's urging. She was going to be at a party all day wearing even less once she was in the pool with her cover and shoes off, so left the bedroom to answer the door, allowing David to get dressed. She knew he needed to get ready on his own, and her standing around like a worried nanny would only upset him.

When Suzanne opened the front door she thought the elderly man was going to have a heart attack right there on her front porch.

"Wow!" Henry said finally, his eyes running up and down her body without control.

To Suzanne's surprise, his intent stare gave her a thrill, but before she could worry about it, her attention was drawn back to her neighbor as he said, "You look fantastic Suzanne!"

She smiled at the compliment, inviting Henry into the house. Feeling somewhat emboldened, she walked in front of him, waving him into the living room and offering him a seat, asking if she could get him something to drink.

Accepting a glass of iced tea, turned and walked to the kitchen, her shoes making loud 'clomp-clomp' noises on the hardwood floor. She was intimately aware of Henry's eyes watching her the entire time as she left the room, once again feeling an odd thrill at the man's obvious gaze.

While in the kitchen she heard David greeting their neighbor a few moments later, pouring three glasses of tea as she heard the men talked in the other room.

Upon re-entering the room with a tray of glasses, the conversation abruptly stopped as both men's eyes turned to her. Once again Suzanne was startled as she felt a sudden flush throughout her body at their rapt attention. The experience was completely foreign, never dressing so sexy in public and only wearing such outfits in the intimacy of her and David's bedroom. Having another man see parts of her nobody but her husband—and probably her father when she was a baby—gave her a completely unexpected tingle through her body.

"David, I once again cannot tell you how magnanimous you are allowing another man to play with your wife at the party," Henry was saying.

Suzanne looked in surprise at Henry for his choice of words, even though she was not the type of person to construe double-entendres, she once again became conscious of her attire, or lack thereof; however, her husband did not seem to take offense as he and the elderly man continued talking, their conversation, now not focused upon her, putting her back at ease.

They sat and made small talk when Henry again thanked them for allowing him to attend the party with them.

"I couldn't stand the thought of Suzanne feeling as if she had to sit on the sidelines and take care of me while everybody else was having fun at the party," her husband replied. 

She once again opened her mouth to protest but David waved his hand interrupting her as he continued. 

"No, it's true hon. You need this party as much as everybody else. It will be good for you to mingle with other people without me dragging along," he told her.

Suzanne looked at David intently, both of them debating on whether they should argue the point in front of their neighbor when Henry's voice surprised them both.

"If I may be so bold, would you mind showing me the suit without the cover-up?" Henry asked cautiously. Looking at her, he smiled somewhat sheepishly, saying, "I'm not trying to be forward or anything, I just think it would be better to be surprised now before the party," he said. "I think that way everybody will know this is nothing more than a platonic relationship," he said to both her and David.

Looking at her husband expectantly, Suzanne saw him nod slightly, and yet he might as well have yelled out his affirmation. 

Suzanne felt like her heart was lodged into her throat as she stood up, attempting to hide her nervousness at exposing herself before the old neighbor.

David's eyes continued urging her on, and finally she relented.

She might as well, she thought, as it was not as if she was going to keep the cover on all day. And besides, Henry had a valid point, it would be best if he got his initial look at her in the bikini without the other party goers seeing it.

So reluctantly she pulled the cover-up off her body, standing in front of the two men in nothing but her high heels and immodest bikini.

"Wow," Henry said, again at a loss for words. "Suzanne, you are truly a vision," he complimented her before turning to her husband. "David, you are a lucky man, I never thought that suit would be so..." he paused as if finding the right words, finally saying, "complimentary to your wife's figure."

David laughed as he beckoned Suzanne to sit next to him. 

She felt completely exposed. She might as well have been naked, the suit revealing more skin than she exposed even when sunbathing at the tanning salon.

Yet even as exposed as she was, her chest began compressing into her throat, from not only her anxiety, but a small part thrilled at another man's appreciation of her body.

They made small talk while finishing their drinks, Suzanne feeling overly exposed the entire time. Henry and her husband acted like everything was fine, although she caught small glimpses from both men as she moved, particularly when she bent down to retrieve their empty glasses to take them into the kitchen.

She noted Henry in particular was practically unable to avert his eyes from the large expanse of cleavage being exposed by the bikini, and she was grateful for the small respite entering the kitchen, taking a deep breath before she once again walked out to join the two men in the living room, David suggesting they leave for the party.

And so they headed out of the house, walking down the street to the Meyers' residence. Suzanne offered to push David's wheelchair, but he adamantly refused, insisting he could do it on his own. 

She knew he needed to feel his own independence, and understood his desire for her to have a fun time with Henry at the party was yet another aspect of that—him feeling guilty she was always hovering over him.

Suzanne felt differently, seeing her need to help him more of a factor of nurturing, not pity. She wanted nothing more than to take care of her husband, even though she understood his male attitude. 

Added to his concerns was not only did she have to take care of him physically, but financially, and Suzanne knew it bothered David to no end that it was her paycheck being the only thing keeping the house from being foreclosed, their utilities being turned off, and them going bankrupt. 

Knowing his male ego had taken a beating lately, she now realized him wanting her to dress in the bikini was simply another aspect of his male dominance. He was feeling inadequate, and this was an attempt by David to prove to the other men he was still a man to be respected, that he could maintain a beautiful wife even with his injuries, temporary as they may be. 

She almost snorted out loud thinking about the pissing match games men played.

Nearing the Meyers' house, Suzanne saw many guests had already arrived, several people standing in the front yard, as well as sounds of laughter and merriment drifting from the back yard. 

As this was probably the only time she would have any privacy with her husband, Suzanne asked Henry to move ahead for a moment so she could speak to David.

As the older man moved away, David looked at her expectantly.

"I was just thinking," Suzanne said, her train of thought still focused on how she could appease her husband's male ego, in light of his wanting to show her off at the party. As David looked at her expectantly, she asked, "how do you want me to act?" she finally said, looking at him pointedly.

Her husband looked at her questioningly as she explained.

"What I mean is do you want me to be all neighborly and normal," she said, pausing to let her words sink in to her husband's thoughts, "or would you like me to be a bit more flirty?" she asked hesitantly. 

Seeing the sudden surprise on her husband's face, she quickly added, "Never mind. I just thought with you wanting me to dress up like this and such, and your comment about showing me off..." her voice trailed off.

"No, no," David quickly said, looking at her with a surprised happiness, like he had suddenly won the lottery. "I'm just surprised you brought it up and not me," he chuckled. "Wow, hon, that would be amazing if you could at least be a little more...well, you know...touchy feely with the guys," he said hesitantly, winking at her as if the thought had only now occurred to him.

Suzanne knew her husband well enough to know although he may have been honestly surprised at her mentioning the subject, he had always wanted her to be more open and even frisky around other men. Even as early as when they had begun dating he had teasingly lamented the fact she was too conservative and 'introverted' when in public, expecting her to be more like her older sister. 

That she was offering to do so was like offering a child desert before dinner.

But Suzanne felt she needed to do something to pick up her husband's spirits—again feeling her nurturing need to place him above herself, even if it mean a little loss of her own self-esteem. If that was what got him out of this slump he had fallen into, so be it.

"OK," she said shyly, wondering what the heck she was thinking talking to him about this right now. Looking at him again, she asked, "How far do you want me to play along?" she questioned him, willing to at least try and make this a game for her husband.

"Well," David said, unable to hide the anxiousness in his voice. "I'm not asking you to walk in there and drop to the ground and have sex with all our neighbors if that's what you're asking," he joked.

"David Carter!" she yelled out in alarm, catching Henry's attention as her husband laughed.

"I'm joking, I'm joking," he snickered, looking at her intently. "But you tend to keep your distance from everybody, so you could start by just standing nearer to some of the guys. And if you're really feeling brave enough, maybe touching them—you know, putting your arm around them playfully or just touching their shoulders," he said looking at her expectantly. "You know, just flirting." he told her as his voice trailed off. "Hell, if you act even half as much of a cock-tease as the other wives you'll have me drooling," he laughed. "And you know the guys will play right along," he grinned.

Suzanne understood all too well his comment, as not only did the women have a silent contest between themselves on who would dress the sexiest and such, but there was also an underlying pissing match between the men in the neighborhood, testing the limits of how far they could go with each other's wives. Increasingly over the years—particularly at the bigger parties such as this one—her and David had watched as the men flirted as openly as the women, even observing several men sneaking off to make out with somebody else's wife—a few disappearing for longer.

It was yet another one of those men's pissing match games, hooking up with somebody else's wife. And to Suzanne's surprise in particular, most of the guys did not mind seeing their wives flirt with the other men, and even more surprisingly, they seemed to get excited at other men guys enjoying the attention of their own wife. 

It was almost as if a wife spurned the advances of another man, the woman's husband felt like he had 'won.' And if not? Suzanne and David had already seen several houses go up for sale due to divorce over the years.

Of course she and David had little to worry about in that regard, Suzanne was completely devoted to her husband and would never cheat on him. In fact, she could not believe she was even having this type of conversation with her husband. But again, knowing how he needed to reassert his male ego due to his confinement to a wheelchair, she was willing to place his desires over her own demureness. 




Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01A



David's increasing depression was bothering her, and although she knew things would be back to normal once he got his cast off and was more function, it was still a few months away—not to mention the physical therapy ahead of them.

So she was willing to do this for her husband, knowing he would enjoy it.

Nodding at her husband, she saw him watching her intently, telling her, "Damn Suzie, just thinking about it is giving me a fucking boner," he told her with a grin.

Suzanne wanted nothing more than to make David happy, even if it was something she was uncomfortable with. It was the primary reason she had relented on wearing the bathing. It was as if David was making a statement: 'See this beautiful woman on display before you; well she comes home to me each night.'

Sensing her quietness as an indication of her having second thoughts, her husband quickly tried to convince her, his own voice betraying his anxiousness as he said, "Just flirt with them a bit. Some of these guys are going to see you as a new challenge, so you won't have to lead them on too much. If they get too persistent, you have not only myself to come to for safety, but Henry," he said, indicating the older man waiting for them on the sidewalk.

She grinned at the image of her husband, confined to a wheelchair, and Henry, a sixty-something man being her protectors. 

Although she was not feeling a new level of nervousness, Suzanne and David rejoined Henry, the trio making their way around the back of the Meyers' house—David's wheelchair unable to get into the front door due to the steps on the porch.

As soon as they came into sight of the back patio, Suzanne felt as if every set of eyes were upon her. It was at that instant she realized she had left her cover-up at home! She had been so caught up in the conversations with Henry and David, as well as preoccupied at her own exposure, she had completely forgotten to put it back on before they left.

Seeing David and Henry's grins, she realized both of them had silently conspired not to notice her indiscretion, frowning down at her husband who merely laughed.

Looking around at her fellow neighbors, Suzanne became aware of two types of people checking her out.

Before now, Suzanne had always been able to fade into the background, much like Henry being single. Her clothes—even her old one-piece bathing suit—never drawing the attention of those around them. 

It was the first time she had been at the center of such attention. Suzanne knew she had a nice body and was attractive to men, but she downplayed it, not only because she was a shy person, but for the last few years was a happily married woman. 

But not now.

From the men, she received the look of predators scoping out another conquest, the challenge apparently given and accepted of somebody else's beautiful wife thrown into their 'game.' It was impossible not to recognize the desire in their looks, and Suzanne was unable to shake the thought of each one of them wanting to inspect, touch, and even taste every curve and exposed area of her skin. Their gazes held the question of what was beneath the small straps of cloth covering her, and ultimately, how far they could score with her.

For the women, Suzanne saw the looks of recognition of a new and unexpected competitor to their own game, another adversary who could not only pull other men's attention away from them, but also become a threat for their very own husbands. 

Suzanne felt as if she had been placed in somebody else's sandbox and had a new set of toys—some of the kids were jealous, while others wanted to play.

She was completely overwhelmed by the attention, feeling like the proverbial lamb led to the slaughter, and as she looked around at her fellow neighbors, she now saw mixtures of surprise, anger, and open desire. The first emotion was from both the men and women, while the second was obviously from the women. She had now become a threat to the underlying 'one-upmanship' occurring at these parties. Of course, the final emotion came from every pair of male eyes there—including those of her husband and Henry.

For the first time her neighbors were seeing more than just her arms and legs, no longer thinking of her as simply the cute young neighbor.

"Henry!" she heard Neal Meyers' welcome as she watched the man—in his mid-to-late thirties—shake Henry's hand. 

"And David, glad you all could make it as well," he said, patting her husband on the shoulder

Suzanne noted he had greeted the men first. Like many of the men in their neighborhood, Neal was a chauvinistic pig, the general thought amongst the men in their neighborhood being a woman's place was either at her husband's side making him look good, or in bed with a man—not necessarily her husband—to satisfy his every whim.

Every other time they had met, Neal had greeted her first. Yet now, with such a simple greeting, she had been delegated from being David's partner to something less, a piece of property to be envied, not a human being to get to know.

Or was she reading too much into things?

Suzanne, being above such petty thoughts, took the initiative by stepping up to the host of the party saying, "Neal, it's so good to see you," she said amicably.

With her recent conversation with David still fresh in her mind, she threw caution to the wind and moved in close to the man, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, pressing her body against him.

As if finally realizing there was a third person there, the man looked at Suzanne, and immediately his gaze told her she had been a fool thinking he had been ignoring her. Instantly his look turned from that of welcoming host to predator, and Suzanne felt an inherent urge to run as the man looked at her not as a person, but a piece of meat. 

She was ashamed to admit her heart sped up as much from fear as from anticipation.

"Suzanne," the man said, his eyes blatantly devouring her image. "It is such a pleasure to see you," he told her.

Again she wondered if she was reading too much into things, questioning if she had heard an inflection to his voice as the word 'see.'

Then her eyes widened as her neighbor reached out, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her even tighter against him. As he was wearing no shirt, Suzanne immediately felt his skin upon hers, the heated flesh immediately causing her thoughts to vaporize.

She was aware of him leaning towards her, and expecting a chaste kiss on the cheek, widened her eyes in sudden surprise as his lips met hers! 

Opening her mouth to say something, she was further astonished when his tongue slid into her mouth, instantly tasting a sweetness upon his tongue from his drink.

And even more surprising was her own reaction, not pulling away like she normally would, but leaning into the kiss, her breasts pressing tightly against his chest.

The kiss was brief, and as he pulled away Suzanne felt her face flush, even as Neal's eyes looked at her more intently. 

She stood there like a fool, frozen in place as she watched him smile down at David, both men grinning like they had just won a prize, having peeled away the first wrapping.

She could not believe he had kissed her so intimately, and in front of her husband.

She was still standing dumbly as Neal invited David and Henry into the yard, leaving her standing there in shock.

Watching dumbly as Neal, David, and Henry moved further into the yard towards the patio, Suzanne realized David acted like nothing untoward had happened, that his wife had not just French kissed another married man directly in front him and a group of their neighbors.

Still disoriented, Suzanne looked around, noticing although her husband acted like nothing unusual had happened, other people were displaying a mixture of emotions upon their faces. From the men it was almost a gleeful awareness of a new player to their game had arrived, and recalling her earlier example, she was now the new toy everybody wanted to play with. 

But whereas the look from the men was playful, the looks she received from the women were intensely hostile, fully recognizing her as a competitor, somebody not only to outperform, but to keep an eye on.

Neal had made the first move, and had instantly thrown her and David into the new tier of neighborhood one-upmanship.

When Angeline Meyers—Neal's wife—greeted her, it was with a mixture of detachment and rivalry, completely unlike the normal welcomed hug Suzanne had received in the past.

"Suzanne, it's so nice to see you finally break out of that antediluvian mold you were in," she said, her lack of sincerity more apparent than her fake double-D breasts spilling out of her blue swimsuit. "You look exquisite," the woman told her, as Suzanne's female mind immediately deciphered, 'You are the competition. Touch my man and you will pay for it' echoing through her.

As she made her way into the yard, Suzanne was greeted by everybody else—the women acting as aloof as Angeline, while the men were noticeably more physical, several following Neal's example by kissing her roughly on the lips, claiming her for their own. And all of them touched her, pulling her into their embrace as her tits smashed repeatedly against their chests.

She was not so naïve as to mistake the men's attention being anything except attempts to feel her breasts against their bare chests, and knew it would not be the first time she regretted leaving her cover-up at home; however, she was slightly mollified to see none of the other women wearing anything over their suits either—all of them displaying their bodies to all who cared to look.

Ironically, the attention of all the men actually helped her overcome her anxiety, it being replaced by a thrill deep within her body at the sudden attention she was garnishing. But it was still a relief when she was able to finally break away from the flood of greetings, moving to an empty lawn chair by the pool where she set down her and David's outdoor gear they had brought.

Henry soon joined her, his face smiling knowingly as he saw Suzanne attempting to ignore the attention the men around the large yard were paying to her. 

"Don't worry about them, they're all just jealous they've never paid attention to you before," he told her, guessing some of her thoughts. Seeing her roll her eyes, he smiled and said, "Honey you look fantastic, and don't let any of those other women make you think otherwise. As I told you before, they now realize they have competition," he smiled at her. "Soon they'll realize there is NO competition—you are the most stunning woman in the neighborhood," he told her with a smile.

Suzanne felt grateful for the man's kind words, realizing he was correct in one thing, she had nothing to be ashamed of—she spent a lot of time maintaining her figure and was proud of it, so why not show it off?

It was something her sister had told her often enough, Jenny always being the one to flaunt her body.

Feeling more at ease from Henry's words of encouragement, she pulled out her and David's things and set them on the table, turning back to the bag to get out their beach towels.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Henry take her sunblock off the table, immediately thinking it to be rude for using it without asking, although they had plenty to share.

"Here, let's make sure you don't burn that pretty skin of yours," Henry said, suddenly breaking her train of thought.

Before she could say anything the elderly man squirted some sunscreen lotion in his hands, rubbed them together, and dropped to his haunches in front of her. Then, to her surprise and astonishment, the elderly man began smearing the lotion on her legs, first on her lower left leg, then the other!

As her neighbor literally felt up her legs Suzanne looked across the yard in surprise at David, who was watching them from the periphery of the patio. She was further shocked when her husband merely smiled and shrugged, his attitude telling her to let the old man have his fun while she stood blushing in embarrassment at the old man's forwardness.

Looking around the rest of the yard, she also realized many of the other men were watching intently as well, staring as the old man's hands slid across her skin.

It was almost like the commercial when everybody stops what they are doing, she thought, Suzanne looking around to see practically the entire yard of guests' attention upon her as her elderly neighbor worked sunblock into her legs, once again feeling her entire body blush.

She had known several of these people for years, and yet they now looked at her like a complete stranger as Henry, a retiree in his sixties, applied lotion on her body, his hands gliding across her skin while she merely stood there. 

Looking over at a group of men who had been talking while drinking, she saw them all watching her intently, lust and desire radiating from their gazes. 

Although her throat was dry, she swallowed, feeling an odd rush of emotions within her, the innate knowledge being the understanding every man there wanted to touch her, to possibly sneak a more intimate gropes, and ultimately, they wanted to fuck her. Their heated gazes once again caused her body to heat up, her pulse and breathing becoming shallow and fluttery at their attention even as she felt her core throb with desire.

And to her embarrassment, Henry's touch, although innocent, began to affect her. It had been far too long since her and David had been intimate she realized, and all her pent up sexual tension was involuntarily rising to the forefront as her very own biology and physiology reacted to the firm strong hands of a man sliding and kneading across her flesh.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Suzanne said quietly, more to herself than Henry, as the man continued to rub the lotion upon her, his fingers digging deep into her pliable flesh. 

His administration of the lotion was more a sensual massage than a neutral application as he moved up past her knees and began kneading her lower thighs. And as his hands moved even higher up her thighs, Suzanne suddenly became both frightened and embarrassed. 

"Uh, I can get the rest, thank you Henry," she said, forcing a smile.

Once again Suzanne glanced at the group of men intently watching her as the older man squeeze and stroke her flesh. Although they had obvious salacious thoughts, Henry seemed to be merely kind. The matter-of-fact way he ignored her comments apparently meant the old man saw nothing wrong with touching her, and for all appearances, had an honest concern for her wellbeing.

"Nonsense," the elderly gentleman said to her with a smile. "I can't have my partner getting sunburned. It's a good thing this is water-proof sunblock, so we won't have to worry about you getting burnt in the pool," he told her. "You know, I worked with the chemist who designed the formula for this," he said matter-of-factly, his hands now wrapped around both her thighs as he continued to apply the sunblock lotion.

Suzanne was taken off-guard as she looked at him in complete bewilderment. Instead of commenting about her body, the man was wanting to talk about the sunblock?

"What?" she asked perplexed.

"Before I retired and started my lawn services I worked for a chemical company designing various products. You know, bases for make-up, deodorant, things like that. I was part of the group that designed the formula for water-proof sunblock," he told her.

Suzanne though it odd, being felt up by a man, dressed in nothing but four triangular pieces of cloth exposing over ninety-five percent of her body, and all he wanted to do was talk about his work. 

Surprisingly she felt insulted. Henry's apparent lack of interest in her body unreasonably caused Suzanne to become upset. It was ironic, having been upset at first thinking he was taking advantage of her, and now upset he was NOT taking advantage of her. Instead, the man's thoughts and attention were on the goddamn bottle of sunblock! Here she was, wearing barely anything, exposed before a yard full of men, and the only one of them with his hands all over her was the one least interested.

She felt Henry's hands moved up her right thigh as his left hand slid around behind her hip. Suddenly Suzanne's eyes open wide as the old man began rubbing the lotion upon her bare ass cheek!

Before she could even say anything, she let out a surprised gasp as Henry's other hand slid between her legs, rubbing the lotion on the inside of her thigh. But Suzanne's embarrassment was not due to that particularly action, but from the back of his hand gently pressed and sliding against the crotch of her bikini.

Henry continued to be oblivious as to what he was doing to her beyond applying the lotion, and Suzanne suddenly started perspiring as she shamefully began to feel arousal, the gentle touch moving across her crotch awakening her pent up desires.

Glancing around in alarm, Suzanne saw everybody's attention at the party was now upon them, the entire yard watching as a man over three times her age ran his hands over her ass and between her legs. 

To her relief—and shamefully some regret—Henry did not spend much time near her intimate places, instead leaning up to begin smearing the lotion across her stomach. Even though it was not necessarily as intimate part of her body as her ass or crotch, the familiarity and exposure in front of the entire party was humiliating. 

And yet Suzanne stood there meekly, letting the man's hands slide across her body as not only her very own husband, but the rest of the guests watched.

Before long the old man stood up, and grasping shoulders, spun her around.

Without a word she complied with his silent command, allowing the old man to smear the lotion upon her back, then her arms, and finally her shoulders.

She was surprised at the firm strong feel of Henry's hands digging into her flesh, and when he finally turned her around to face him, without a thought Suzanne took a deep breath, causing her chest to puff out like a female bird's response to an anticipatory mate.

It was with some surprise to her when Henry handed her the bottle of sunblock, saying, "Sorry, I don't want to get too forward with you," he said apologetically.

Suzanne looked at him trying to hide her confusion and shameful disappointment. Apparently her ass and crotch, as well as the rest of her body, was something acceptable for him to touch, but her breasts were off-limits.

Again she was surprised at her own response, her body not only expecting, but willing to allow the man to apply the lotion to her chest. 

Quickly trying to mask her feelings, she squirted some lotion upon her hands and finished applying the lotion, embarrassingly aware of the other men's envious and lustful stare as she worked the lotion into her exposed chest.

Suddenly Henry grasped her around the waist as Suzanne let out a loud yell in surprise. 

Pulling her against him intimately, Henry yelled out to everybody at the party, "By the way, I wanted to let everybody know since David Carter is unable to participate in the games this year due to his unfortunate accident, Suzanne has graciously accepted my offer to stand in as a replacement," he announced.

Suzanne was aware of all the looks focusing upon her, the men showing obvious jealousy aimed towards the old man, while surprisingly, she saw a few women smile, realizing they thought it cute she was taking pity upon their neighbor and humoring him.

"Isn't that right honey?" Henry said.

Suddenly Suzanne let out another squeal of surprise as Henry slapped her on the ass, the loud 'Smack!' carrying across the sound of the music. Meanwhile everybody around them burst out laughing—including her own husband!

Suzanne looked at Henry in dismay and confusion, but the man had already turned away, his attention not even upon her as he walked towards the men watching her earlier. To her disgrace, she watched as they greeted the old man, slapping his back and loudly congratulating him on the opportunity to finally participate in the games at the party.




Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01A



In a stark epiphany, Suzanne realized there was more than one male ego she had to stroke today. 

David needed to prove he was still 'man enough' to maintain a beautiful woman as his wife. Having her dress brazenly, he was practically daring the other men to hit on her. His suggestion she flirt with the guys was a carefully orchestrated plan to show he was still man enough to have her come back to him. In essence he was 'staking his claim' to all the men, announcing even if she was a sexy flirt, she was leaving the party with him, wheelchair and all.

But now she realized her presence also included participation in another underlying game of male egotism involving Henry. Like her husband, the older man also had something to prove. He had been on the sidelines for all these parties as a single man, unable to participate in the fun because of being alone. Add to that he was almost twice the age of most of the men in the neighborhood. Being older, none of the men considered him any real 'threat' to the bullshit macho games they played when hitting on each other's wives. Suzanne realized Henry also needed to prove to everybody he still 'had it' at his age, and having a young sexy woman such as herself in her early twenties as his partner was like teasing a dog with a piece of raw meat.

Henry had joined in the male pissing match by openly feeling her up in front of everybody, with her husband's obvious approval.

Suzanne only then began to become aware at how twisted the minds of men here were. She almost became pissed off not only at the other men for this longstanding 'game,' but at her very own husband who was basically treating her like a prized horse, showing favoritism towards Henry by 'lending' her to him.

Although his demeanor was innocent enough, Suzanne realized Henry's actions had been completely aimed towards the group of men he was now chatting with. He had not been so subtle as to make a pass at her, but he had shown the men she was 'his' in a sense by blatantly putting the sunblock all over her. Henry's slap was not a flirty action of intimacy, but a statement to the men displaying his domination over her and his apparent superiority to them. Once again, the thought of a dog pissing on a tree to stake its claim came to mind, only now she was the tree.

Staring at the group of men, Suzanne was surprised to see Henry stretching and warming up while he talked to those around him. Seeing the determination on his face and how deliberate his motions were, she suddenly realized he was here to win the games as another thought crossed her mind—not only did Henry have to prove his virility by being with a young beautiful woman, but he also wanted to physically show everybody he was still able to function. 

Suzanne had wondered if the elderly man could keep up with her during the games, but seeing him go through an intricate series of warm-ups, she now wondered if she would be the one having to keep up with him.

She shook her head, again overwhelmed by all the male ego bullshit. She felt like the proverbial trophy wife, only in this case, for two men. And both those men—her husband and her neighbor—were dangling her in front of everybody like a prize, proving they still had what it took to be a man.

And yet, she had no doubt if she asked them point blank about what was going on they would not even be aware of their actions, firmly believing they simply wanted her to have a good time at the party. Ultimately though, this was for them, and she needed to let them play this out. Suzanne had taken enough psychology classes in college to know at a deep subconscious level, they felt the need to display their male dominance to the rest of the world, and she was the tool they would use to do it.

Looking over at her husband, Suzanne saw David surrounded and talking to several women, surprised at him garnishing such attention. Typically she and David were always together as a couple, kept to themselves, and were only socialized by other couples. Yet now, with her being uncharacteristically detached from him—and the gaming partner of somebody else—he was enveloped by a crowd of women, Suzanne's new role making him considered 'single' to their thinking.

She watched cynically as the women feigned over exaggerated concern over her husband's injury, the man foolishly sucking up every word. With her woman's insight she comprehended the women passive aggressively trying to 'get back at her' for taking their own husband's attention, showing they could retaliate just as easily.

Thankfully, she thought to herself with what not unwarranted egotism, none of the women were as pretty as she was, and Suzanne could not suppress her grin when she caught her husband's eye and saw him wink at her. Maybe her husband was not as foolish as she thought, understanding at least some of the reasons for his new-found popularity and change in attitude by the women.

Then she felt her entire body flush with shame as he mouthed the words, "Keep it up," to her, before once again turning his attention to the women around him, laughing at something one of them said.

Suzanne remained standing by the pool dumbfounded. David had watched her be overly welcomed by the men at the party, then sat in silence as their neighbor applied sunblock to her entire body—and he approved! She was shocked at her husband's attitude.

She had believed once she had flirted a little with everybody, he would be appeased enough to stop this charade, but that was evidently not the case.

Her attention was abruptly drawn to three men walking over to her from the main group of guys she had been noticing, recognizing John Wall, who lived next door to the Meyers with his wife Ashley; Raimon Aponte, one of the few single men in the neighborhood living two houses down from her and David; and James Price, one of their few black neighbors.

Suzanne of David were not racist—she could care less that James was black, or that his wife Cheryl was white—it was simply in a neighborhood as upscale as theirs, the number of African Americans was low, there being only three colored families in the community.

Raimon himself was Latino, the dark-skinned man originally from Columbia, and Suzanne silently admired his dark bronzed skin, exposed to everybody wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and flip-flops.

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Sitting in the hotel lounge, the thought of Raimon caused a warmth to spread deep within Suzanne's stomach, expanding outward through the rest of her body. 

She realized she was getting tipsy—now on her fifth or sixth glass of wine—forgetting how many drinks she had accepted from the various men in the lounge.

Suzanne placed her inebriation as the cause of thoughts about Raimon eliciting a sexual response from her body, unwilling to admit she would have felt the same even without the alcohol.

He was the reason she was here tonight. He was the one who held their house, their lives—and apparently her own morality and self-esteem—in his hands. The thought of one man having such power over her and David, causing her ultimate compliance and subjugation towards him, was incongruously arousing to her. 

Under any other condition she would have told him to fuck off for what he had proposed, possibly reporting him to his superiors, but once again she knew this was not any other circumstance, there being extenuating circumstances. 

The man had known her better than herself—or even David—obviously aware she would eventually cave in to save their house, manipulated to the point where she was now sitting in a hotel bar filled with horny businessmen, dressed seductively in what she called a 'come fuck me' dress, waiting like a whore for a rendezvous with a complete stranger.

Another wave of warm arousal passed through her body, and Suzanne was ashamed to admit there was more than alcohol racing through her bloodstream.

Pushing her horny thoughts back to the past, she once again recalled the three men greeting her...

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"Suzanne, it's so good to finally see you break out of that old suit you always wore," James Price said to her, the tall black man towering above her.

Suzanne now understood what her husband mean about her old swimsuit. For so many people to mention it at the party meant she had definitely needed a new suit, albeit a more conservative one than what she was now wearing, determined to throw the old one away when she got home.

But her thoughts were interrupted as by way of greeting, the large black man startled her by grasping her hips and pulling her body to him, his head bending down to give her a kiss like Neal Meyers had done earlier. 

As if by magic she felt her body meld against him, opening her mouth practically involuntarily as he French kissed her just like host of the party had done earlier.

The difference though was this kiss lasting much longer than a usual greeting. 

Suzanne was acutely aware of her body pressed tightly against the muscular black man. Her eyes then opened in surprise—her not realizing she had even closed them—as James' tongue slid between her lips and into her mouth!

Once more she felt like things were getting out of control as she vainly tried to pull away from his firm embrace. What was he thinking, she wondered? Kissing another married woman so intimately. 

The kiss lasted for an indeterminable amount of time, and it was not until her own tongue involuntarily began to move and dance with his that he released her. She looked up at his smiling face, realizing although he had released her from his kiss, she remained leaning against him for a few moments longer before finally pulling away.

Suzanne was completely confused and flabbergasted, out of breath while her breasts rose and fell rapidly to his inscrutable gaze.

Before she had a chance to say anything in reproach, John Wall also greeted her with a kiss. 

John's kiss was chaster than James', but the sheer intimacy still left her chest rising and falling and her pulse thready by the time he was done.

And then it was Raimon's turn. 

Raimon had the neighborhood reputation of being a 'ladies' man.' He had moved from Columbia to take over one of the local banks—the very same bank where she and David had several loans—and had done quite well for himself. In typical Latino machismo fashion, he refused to settle down with any one woman, bragging to everybody how he preferred to 'play the field' and have a bevy of women at his beck and call, claiming variety was the spice of lie and better than being tied down to just one woman.

But to her surprise, Raimon gently took her hand and gave it a gentle kiss. 

Suzanne smiled, thankful for his gentlemanly action when suddenly his grip tightened and he yanked her against him as she let out a squeal of surprise, drawing the attention yet again of the entire group of people attending the party. 

And then his lips met hers and Suzanne's mind was completely wiped of everybody and everything around her.

And then Suzanne opened her mouth—not from the kiss, but instead in total astonishment as Raimon's hand moved around and firmly grasped her right ass cheek!

Suzanne could not even react as just as quickly, the Latin man's tongue was inside her mouth, let in by her own startlement, wasting no time as he began swirling his tongue around hers, holding her against him as one hand held her tightly by the ass.

She was consciously aware of one of Raimon's legs between her own, his grasp upon her ass pressing her firmly against his body while he kissed her deeply, and Suzanne heard several people's laughter around her as they watched her veritable assault.

Time lost all meaning, Suzanne unaware how long she was held her like that, but it was long enough for her surprise and startlement to transform into another feeling—one she was ashamed to acknowledge—as desire began coursing through her, her arousal completely overcoming her before he finally broke his intimate embrace.

Suzanne stumbled back dumbly, once again out of breath as she realized it was from complete desire, leaving her confused and disconcerted not just by their actions, but her own reaction.

Her startlement was not as much directed towards the men's boldness—although they had never acted in such an intimate fashion with her, but she had seen them make similar advances towards the other women in similar situations so dressed as she was, now playing the 'game' she was not surprised at them kissing her, as uncomfortable as she was. She was a woman of her word, and David had asked her to be more 'friendly' with the guys—this type of situation was exactly what he was talking about. 

No, her surprise was at her own body's response. She was fully conscious of her tight breasts, racing heart, shallow breath, and fully aroused sensation, confused at her feelings. As the men looked at her with knowing grins on their faces, she consciously felt her nipples harden, confined by the material of the small bikini.

Turning her head away to avoid looking at the knowing glances of the three men, Suzanne saw David, embarrassed and surprised to see him openly smiling at her. He was still surrounded by the group of wives vying for his attention—including James Price's and John Wall's wives—and it was obvious they all had seen the men's advances on her. 

And then something happened which changed the entire course of the day. As she pondered on her feelings, she looked at her husband, ready to join him, when he suddenly gave her a 'thumbs up' sign.

She was appalled. Had her husband really just given his approval towards her not only intimately kissing another man, but his sexual assault upon her?

Her attention was drawn back to the three men surrounding her as they complimented her on how great she looked in her bikini. James Price offered her a drink, and as flustered as she was from the their actions and stares at her exposed body, she gratefully accepted the cocktail, needing the alcohol to calm her nerves—not to mention getting the scandalous musky taste of another man out of her mouth.

Taking a drink of the tropical punch, Suzanne let out an involuntary moaned in bliss at the fruity sweet taste. 

"Mmm, what is this?" she asked, keenly aware of the men's leers at her body, but she was distracted from their advances as she took another long pull from the straw in her drink.

"Neal calls it Tropical Surprise," John told her. "And before you ask, the surprise is not at how quickly it hits you, but at what you may end up doing at the end of the night after several of them," he laughed with the other men, their eyes practically undressing her as they moved across her body.

Their little group soon attracted others, and Suzanne was quickly surrounded by several other men. 

In a brief moment of narcissistic pride, Suzanne realized she had twice as many men around her than David did women. She was even gratified to see a look of jealous anger from Cheryl Price, James' wife who was a well-known model. Suzanne felt a small sense of pride recognizing some of the men who had been vying for Chery's attention now joining Suzanne and the growing throng of men around her.

She then silently admonished herself. Although Cheryl often acted like she was the only woman present, it was still catty of Suzanne to be so narcissistic. 

But once again glancing back to her husband wondering if he would be jealous at the attention she was now receiving, he merely smiled at her and raised his drink in a toast.

Suzanne was abruptly startled when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, a firm and decidedly male body pressing against her back.

She heard Henry's voice over her shoulder, somewhat relaxing in his embrace as he asked her, "Are these men trying to steal away my partner?" 

All of the men around her laughed with Henry, and although Suzanne was glad for the safety provided by a familiar person, she was chagrinned and embarrassed when she became aware of the firm sensation of Henry's cock pressing against her ass.

Suzanne attempted to pull away, only to feel Henry's grip tighten, holding her firmly against him, his cock resting between her ass cheeks. She was extremely confused—was he actually trying to console and protect her, or was he purposely dry humping her right there in front of everybody?

Her attention was drawn back to the crowd of men as several said the same statement, "Naw Henry, we were just complimenting her on her new suit."

She flushed in further embarrassment when Henry told them with pride he had been the one who had selected the suit, all of the men showing obvious surprise and Suzanne blushed even further when Henry's hips pressed even tighter, making no pretense about his hard-on pressing against her.

Absently she noted the looks and nods of approval aimed at the old man, recognizing this was yet another aspect of the male domination games being played—not only her husband, but her elderly neighbor.

Henry had to prove to the male population he was not an old throwaway, and as he wrapped his arms even tighter around her, Suzanne once again realized she had a second male ego to please. Although every instinct within her screamed out in protest, Suzanne forced herself to loosen up in Henry's arms, leaning further into his body. She wanted to give her elderly neighbor some dignity, even though she felt completely degraded.

Henry's response was simply biological, she reasoned. She was a third of his age, so was definitely 'out of her league.' But she knew it was impossible for his body to ignore the proximity of a woman after being along so long.

Her relaxation into his arms had an obvious effect on Henry, as the distinct pressure against the crack of her ass got even firmer, yet surprisingly, Henry continued talking to the men as if nothing unusual were happening.

Unfortunately, her own biology was affecting her as well. Henry may be three times her age, but he was a man, and she had been without sex for some time due to David's accident. So no matter how embarrassed she was, she could not suppress the pure lust building within her.

In her mind, Suzanne could not believe the circumstances she was in—basically being as good as naked while surrounded by a group of lustful men who made no attempt at hiding their desire for her, held against another man as his obvious arousal pressed against her. 

She could not focus on the conversations occurring around her, as all her attention was focused on Henry, his arms wrapped securely around her bare waist and the all-too-conspicuous pressure of his sex wedged against her ass. But she had little worry about, barely noticing the conversations turning away from her, instead focusing upon Henry. It would have been ignorant of her to believe the men were not aware of her standing there, as they all continued to roam their eyes over her body; however, Henry was their main focus of their conversation.

Listening to Henry talk over her, she realized there was a tone of happiness in his voice she had not heard before. Once again Suzanne recalled how Henry had always been on the periphery of the party, these same men gathered elsewhere and shutting him out of their circle. Even she and David, as well as the other couples they socialized with had only talked to him out of pity. 

Now he was clearly being accepted as 'one of the guys,' obviously relishing in the change in attitude and attention. 

Although she was completely mortified at her predicament, she continued to force her acceptance of Henry's arms around her, her desire to help the older gentleman solidify his claim to 'maleness' amongst the other men, not objecting to his intimate hold upon her.

She could not believe the stupid and stereotypical behavior the men were exhibiting, but it was impossible to dispute. She was merely a prop to be admired, the 'trophy' held before them to earn their respect.




Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01A



To her relief, the crowd eventually broke off a few minutes later as David joined them, informing everybody the games were ready to begin. 

Having a moment alone with her husband while everything was being set up, Suzanne was surprised when he asked if she was enjoying herself.

"What? You mean your wife flirting with all the men at the party?" she asked somewhat upset.

Her husband laughed and looked pointedly at her breasts, and looking down, Suzanne blushed in shame. Her nipples were hard as concrete, their outline distinct and readily visible beneath the thin material of her bikini.

"Admit it, you enjoy the attention," he said.

Suzanne remained silent, but reluctantly agreed. 

Instead of attributing her reaction to suddenly becoming a slut, she instead reasoned her reaction being purely a product of physiology. What woman did not enjoy men paying attention to her, particularly knowing it was purely lustful desire? 

And yet her body's reaction bothered her. The sexual frustration growing over the last couple month's since David's injury was being completely unleashed in response to the men's attention. Psychologically she knew David was the love of her life and her lifelong mate, her body had been denied sexual release for so long, it was responding to the presence and notice of virile men. It was biology, plain and simple—but it did not make her feel any less uncomfortable.

Trying to keep her thoughts away from such subjects, she asked David if he had seen the men kissing her earlier.

"Yeah, that was some kiss from Raimon," her husband said proudly to her surprise. "So was James' kiss," he added. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked.

"Well, it didn't suck," she replied truthfully, recalling the intimate taste of each man's mouth upon her tongue.

David smiled, looking at her as he said, "You know, I never thought of you being with another man, but I have to confess I'll be having some interesting interracial thoughts in my fantasies the next time we are alone," he laughed.

"David James Carter," she said appallingly, as her husband simply laughed.

"Just kidding, just kidding," David said unconvincingly, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

Suzanne had known him long enough to know David rarely joked about such things, more prone to speaking his mind. It was typical for him to feign disinterest when she responded negatively.

She looked at him knowingly as he continued, saying, "I have to admit it was hot as Hell seeing the men be so touchy feely with you," he confessed. "I never thought it would be such a turn on, but I've been hard most of the party watching them react to you," he told with a grin.

"That's because you had close to forty pounds of silicon thrusted in your face for the last hour," she chided, recalling the group of women that had surrounded him.

David laughed. 

"I was just having a little fun, as you well should," he said, giving her a poignant look.

Before she could reply, their attention was drawn to Henry calling out to her, letting them her know the games were apparently ready to begin.

Walking towards their neighbor and her partner for the day, Suzanne watched David wheel his chair to Neal and Angeline, who began explaining the games to everybody. This year, they announced, there were eight games they would be playing. Each game would award points to the winners, and at the end of the evening the points would be added up and the winners awarded their cut of the pot.

Momentarily forgetting about her skimpy attire and the effect it had been having upon her, Suzanne looked around, seeing there were at least fifty people present at the party. Although not everybody participated in the party games, they all pitched into the pot, the idea being the people on the sidelines were as entertained watching as the couples playing.

While listening to Neal and Angeline talk through a bullhorn about the games, she was momentarily startled when Henry put his arm around her bare waist, his hand loosely grasping her naked hip. Remembering her earlier thoughts on his actions obviously meant to improve his status amongst the other men at the party, instead of being concerned, Suzanne simply smiled up at him, flattered he felt so comfortable around her.

She was willing to give some concessions to the man, particularly in light of him being without his wife so long. It was the least she could do for him, knowing he was simply a harmless old man.

Turning her attention back to listening to the Meyers couple talk about the judging of the games.

It was almost as if something were nagging the back of her mind as she gradually became aware of Henry's thumb moving back and forth, softly stroking her oily skin. The act was so innocuous, Suzanne was not even sure Henry was aware of it, so instead of being upset and making a scene, she made no mention of it. And actually she became comforted at the feeling, the small strokes soothing, and without realizing it, she unconsciously leaned against him further.

It was not until everybody started moving to get ready for the first game that Suzanne realized her body was once again responding sexually to Henry's touch, her nipples once again hardened as she felt her loins begin to heat up.

Thankfully she had the game to focus upon.

The first game was called 'Fruit Salad' and the Meyers explained the male partner would be the holder of the fruit—in this case a bunch of grapes, an orange, and a banana—and the female partner would be the carrier, taking each of the fruits one by one which the partner held and running down the yard and back, taking the next fruit—while still holding the previous ones—and repeating their run until completed with all three fruits. Then it was the partner's turn, who would take back each of the fruits and run the course.

The twist to the game was the grapes would be held in the mouth, the orange under their chin, and the banana between the legs, everybody having to pass and carry the fruits in the same place. Use of hands was prohibited, even if something was dropped, and if so, they had to return the fruit to the designated place before continuing the relay.

As the men were given their fruit, Suzanne became alarmed to see the grapes were loose, not in bunches as she assumed. As such, the women had to swap grapes between their mouths. She was momentarily concerned about having to be so intimate with Henry—the only way to pass the grapes between them would be a kiss—but then she thought about the kisses from James and Raimon. A dark hidden part of her reasoned she had already had a large black man's and Latino's tongues in her mouth, why would an old man's mouth be of any consequence.

As her mind recalled the men's earlier kisses, she once again felt her body react, a blast of heat travelling through her loins as her breasts continued to tighten. 

Silently chiding herself, she focused once again upon the party and the games, taken aback by her sudden flood of carnal thoughts, again blaming it on her and David's dry spell in bed.

Henry handed her another of the mixed drinks—Tropical Surprise, she remembered them being called—and Suzanne quickly gulped it down, both for the liquid courage it would bring, as well as something else to focus upon as everybody prepared to begin.

The men were handed their fruit and all the women laughed as they made fun of their partners stuffing the five grapes into their mouths, tucking the oranges under their chins, and finally sticking the bananas into their crotch. Several guys dropped their oranges or bananas so it took a bit of time before everybody was ready.

Like the other women, Suzanne had taken off her shoes, being barefoot for the run, and they all stood at the other end of the yard across from their partners ready to run to them.

As soon as the whistle blew, Suzanne sprinted with the other women across the yard to their partners.

At that moment she and several other women realized they could not simply sprint across the yard in a bikini without certain body parts shifting drastically, to the cheers and delight of the surrounding spectators. Although her breasts did not completely fall out of her suit—unlike several other women's—it was still disconcerting to have her 35C's flop around while the crowd roared and cheered. Although they could not use their hands to hold or pass the fruit, they could use them to keep their body parts unrevealed, and the crowd roared its delight watching the women continuously readjusting their chests and using their arms to hold their boobs in place.

When Suzanne reached Henry she was so absorbed in the spirit of the game and party, there was no hesitation as she opened her mouth, tilting her head as if to give a kiss to Henry as he did the same. But then her eyes opened wide in surprise as Henry's arms wrap around her waist, pulling her body into his, and instead of simply dropping the grapes from his mouth into hers, she felt their lips meet.

Suzanne let out an involuntary groan when Henry's tongue thrusted into her mouth, and without thinking she slid her own tongue against his in response as she felt first one, then the other grapes move into her mouth.

Henry pulled her even tighter against her as the crowd cheered, and Suzanne's eyes opened in surprise as her mouth was flooded not only by the grapes, but what felt like a cup of Henry's saliva. She groaned again in response to the hot fluid entering her mouth, the intimate passing of fluids turning her on even further.

She could not believe the buildup of saliva in Henry's mouth, and unable to contain it all, felt it pour past their lips, down her chin, and on to her chest. She was also keenly aware of Henry's body against hers, and in the back of her mind Suzanne wondered whether the firm object pressing into her crotch was the banana or Henry's earlier prominent erection.

But then the last of the grapes entered her mouth and he let her go.

Turning to the cheers of the crowd, her mind flustered at the intimate way Henry had given her the fruit and his saliva drooling out of her mouth, Suzanne ran down the yard, still holding her breasts against her chest as she circled the cone where she had started and ran back to Henry.

Suzanne realized it was not easy having even five grapes in your mouth without eating them, and as she held them in her mouth her mouth began watering, realizing why Henry's saliva had poured into her mouth. By the time she reached Henry and he again pressed their bodies against each other, she was drooling like a newborn.

Once again she was in an intimate embrace with the older man, but it was easy for the taller man to simply drop the fruit into awaiting neck, and she was quickly able to take the orange from Henry before once again running across the yard.

Finally it was the banana hand-off, and Suzanne became frustrated when she could not seem to get the hang of taking it between her legs—mainly due to her small frame compared to Henry's height. As the crowd shouted and cheered them on at her mocking attempts as if she were trying to dry hump him, Suzanne suddenly felt Henry reached around her again. 

Her mouth was full of the grapes, and she was trying to keep the orange in the crook of her neck, otherwise she would have shouted in shock as she felt Henry's hands surprisingly grasp her ass tightly, literally lifting her body up as he thrusted forward. 

Suzanne was surprised at his boldness, but suddenly she the banana slip beneath her legs, pressing against her crotch. The crowd cheered as Henry lowered her down and she turned and waddled down the course.

As she reached Henry the third time it was now Henry's turn to run the course. Immediately his face came to hers, his mouth pressing against her own as she once again opened herself to the older man, feeling Henry's tongue scooping the grapes from her mouth into his. She was shocked at his boldness, completely ignoring the saliva pouring down her chin and breasts as her tongue danced with his, trying to help him move the remaining grapes. And once it was done, she watched him turn and sprint down the yard.

Recalling her previous thoughts about Henry being too old for such exertions, she was amazed to see him easily run past John Wall in a fast sprint down the yard, realizing he obviously had more stamina than she thought.

Henry then repeated taking the orange from her. This time around it was this fruit which gave them trouble, as her smaller stature meant she could not simply drop it into the crook of his neck as he had done. Suddenly felt the round fruit begin to roll down her chest, and to her startlement, felt Henry slam his face into her breasts, trapping the fruit as he slowly moved his head up and down to work the orange to his neck.

The crowd cheered as Suzanne blushed, Henry's face sliding all over her breasts and cleavage as he attempted to get the orange under his chin.

To the side of them she heard David's voice cheering Henry on as the man's face continued to slide across her chest in a grotesquely bizarre version of 'motor boating,' until finally his arms wrapped around her, and giving her a tight hug, finally gained control of the orange before he stood up, turned, and ran down the yard.

She was so caught up in the race, the crowd cheering loudly, that it was not until she heard her husband calling her name that she became aware of something amiss. Seeing him nodding towards her, Suzanne looked down, her eyes opening wide in pure mortification as she saw her right boob hanging freely out of the confines of her bikini top!

Suzanne realized Henry must have shifted the suit aside while trying to gain control over the orange. Quickly stuffing her boob back into the bathing suit—not before several men applauded and thanked her for the free show—she wondered if he had known his face was rubbing across her bare breast, but then her attention was brought back to the race as Henry arrived for the final passing of the fruit.

Without hesitation the elderly man slammed his pelvis into her own, once again grasping her ass and pulling her pelvis harshly into his, easily getting the banana due to his size, and running down the course.

Although they had been fifth when Suzanne was carrying the fruit, she was more than surprised to discover they ended up finishing second, due to Henry's stamina and fast running. The Walls had pulled ahead of them, mainly due to the trouble her and Henry had with her banana and his orange issue, but both her and Henry were happy to receive their ten points—the winners getting fifteen while the third place couple—Ralph and Marilyn Mohr who lived further down the road--received five points.

She saw David wheel next to a whiteboard with the list of names, writing their numbers down in the appropriate row, and she realized he must have volunteered as the score keeper, glad he could participate in some fashion.

Everybody dispersed through the yard to take a break and get ready for the next game, and Suzanne watched her husband wheel to her and Henry, her partner having brought her another drink.

"Good job both of you," David said happily. "I don't know which was funnier, watching Sue try and get that damn banana from you or you rubbing your face all over her tits to get that orange," he laughed.

Suzanne blushed, thinking about how her bikini was obviously not the best outfit to be wearing for such a vigorous game. First there was the incident running across the road and almost having her tits fly out of the small material, and she realized Karma was a bitch when she had been thankful not to be one of the ones to have put on a show—only to end up having her breast exposed to everybody for who knows how long. Then there was Henry grasping her ass. Although she had not realized it until after the race, his groping had caused her suit to completely wedge into her ass, and she was chagrined to find out she had been so caught up in the race it had not been until it was over that she discovered her ass had been completely exposed, unconsciously reaching around to adjust the suit yet again.

"Yeah, it was distracting as hell," Henry was saying. "Trying to get a hold of that damn orange and being so distracted at Suzanne's gorgeous tits sliding across my face," the old man laughed.

Suzanne immediately blushed at the elderly man's brazen comment, looking towards David, expecting him to stand up for her; however, her husband apparently did not take offense, continuing to chat with Henry about the race, as if another man rubbing his face across his wife's chest was nothing to worry about. She could only stare in surprise as David talked about the other mishaps in the race, neither man paying attention to her.

Suzanne was beside herself. Not only had she inadvertently shown off her ass to a yard full of her neighbors, but then she had flashed many of them with her bare breast, and her husband could have cared less.

Henry stepped away to help Neal, Angeline, and a few others get ready for the next game, and Suzanne was thankful for the brief moment alone with David, looking at him with reproach.

"Are you happy?" she asked obviously upset. "Because of you making me wear this damn suit I've basically flashed the entire neighborhood," she told him.

Expecting some consolation, she was instead taken aback when her husband laughed, saying, "Trust me, nobody was complaining Hon," he told her.

Suzanne could only look down at him in astonishment.

"You don't mind other men basically got to see me naked?" she asked, startled to hear her husband's complete lack of concern.

David laughed, telling her, "You weren't naked, it was only a flash, but even if you had been naked, I couldn't have been more proud of you," he said. Seeing her shocked face, he smiled, saying, "Honey, it was great. You should have heard the comments from those guys about you having the best body here. They only got a brief glimpse of what I get to see every day. Am I upset? Hell no, I'm proud as hell," he told her.

Suzanne could not believe her husband's attitude, but before she could continue the conversation, their attention was drawn to Neal and Angeline calling for everybody to gather around.

Somewhat upset with her husband's lack of concern for her own propriety, she joined Henry, who once again put his arm around her waist. This time Suzanne did not even hesitate as she leaned into the man's embrace as she glared at her husband to see what he thought of her willing obeisance. To her surprise and continued anger, he merely grinned at her.

Turning her attention to the next game, Suzanne saw bales of hay arranged in a large circle, realizing what the next game would be.

Previous years had always included a game of musical chairs, so Suzanne assumed it would be the same; however, she discovered she was mistaken when the hosting couple announced the game to be what they called 'Pop the Balloon.'

It was a simple game. The men were instructed to sit on the bales of hay and place a balloon in their lap. The women had to pop the balloon without using their hands, feet, or teeth—basically having to sit and squirm in the men's laps to crush the balloons with their bodies. 

The twist—which always seemed to be present with each game—was the balloons were not completely inflated, so it would take some careful maneuvering to squeeze and burst them.

Suzanne recalled playing the game a few years ago, but it had been awhile since this game had been played since, the Meyers always mixing the games up year to year to prevent people from practicing and getting an unfair advantage in attempts to win the games. It made the games more fun instead of cutthroat competition.

This particular game was always a crowd pleaser for the people on the sidelines, entertained as the women squirmed and contorted themselves in the men's laps in attempts to pop the balloons. Being only partially inflated, it was common for the balloons to shoot out from beneath the couples to everybody's amusement, causing the woman to get up, retrieve the balloon, and start all over.




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But Suzanne was familiar with this game, her and David having won this exact event several years ago. Recalling David's strategy, she glanced over to him and saw him smile, realizing he too remembered the game.

Looking at Henry, David told him, "This is a sure win for you two, isn't it Honey?" he said.

The trick to the game was getting the balloon trapped against each other's pelvis. Most people attempted to sit on the balloon, trapping it in the man's lap, but since the women's butts and legs were fleshier, the balloons merely spread out. What was needed was a hardened surface to completely entrap the balloon, thereby forcing them to pop.

As Henry looked perplexed and asked David what he meant, Suzanne saw her husband smile and wink at her, telling the older neighbor, "Don't worry. Suzanne has this one. Don't you honey?" with said once more with a big grin.

Suzanne knew the trick was getting the balloon worked up the man's lap to his pelvis where the woman could grind her crotch—a bonier part of the body compared to her ass—and crush the balloon properly.

But then Suzanne turned red, blushing as she realized she would be in Henry's lap, not her husband's.

Looking over at David, she saw him suddenly laugh as he observed her sudden comprehension, and before she could talk to him or explain the tactic to Henry, the whistle was blown for them to get into their positions and get ready.

Henry sat down on a bale of hay and placed the balloon in his lap, holding it there with his hands so it would not blow away before the Suzanne sat down, everybody waiting for the whistle to blow and start the game.

And then it was on.

Suzan saw all the women rush forward with her, watching as they turned away from their partners and sat down. Knowing what was needed, Suzanne instead straddled Henry's lap while facing him, seeing his eyes opened in surprise.

Smiling at his shocked face, his surprise overshadowing her own embarrassment at what she was about to do, Suzanne explained the strategy.

"Just hold my hips and sit still. I need to get the balloon up to your crotch and then we can apply more pressure to it," she told him. "This works easier if we're both not squirming around, so let me do all the work," she said.

Glancing around, Suzanne saw all the couples making the same mistake, the women sitting and trying to pop the balloons by sheer weight with their asses, the crowd cheering as the women wiggled and shimmied on the men's lap.

Several people—including David—were watching her and Henry, a few even making suggestive comments about her straddling the elderly man different from the others.

But Suzanne was focused upon her partner, and seeing the understanding in Henry's eyes, he merely held her hips as instructed, but then his eyes once more widened as Suzanne began undulating her hips in his lap, slowly squeezing and pushing the balloon upwards between their bodies.

The goal was getting the balloon trapped against both of their crotches, where it could be wedged between them against their pelvic bones. After that it was a simple matter of pressure, pressing their bodies against each other tight enough to eventually pop the balloon.

Unfortunately, to Suzanne's embarrassment, the act of moving the balloon into position and then attempting to pop it looked like she was dry humping her partner. 

Suzanne then recalled the party her and David had won the game at, remembering her embarrassment as the crowd cheered them on. Back then it h ad been with her own husband, but now she was playing the game with Henry. She suddenly became all too aware of the suggestive comments being made around them as her hips undulated, her body straddling the elderly man.

"Hey David, you better watch out, looks like Suzanne found somebody else to scratch that itch you can't get to because of your cast," she heard somebody shout, feeling her entire body redden in humiliation.

The shout drew other people's attention to them, and before long a most of the crowd was cheering her on, many making similarly crude comments as Suzanne went through the motions of humping Henry's lap, slowly working the balloon higher up his body.

The motions of her undulating on David's, and now Henry's, laps had been embarrassing enough, but Suzanne suddenly realized another problem. When she and David had played this game, she had been in her antiquated blue one-piece suit, which covered her body, keeping both her ass and cleavage hidden from sight.

This year she was wearing nothing more than a few pieces of triangular cloth, which as the previous game had shown, could easily be shifted around with every movement she made. 

Although her movements on Henry's lap were provocative enough, to her shame and embarrassment she realized the crowd's attention was more focused more upon suit—or what was happening to her suit.

Each time she undulated her hips and slid the balloon a few inches higher, the bottoms of her suit also slid up, the material slowly working into the crack of her ass. But she could not adjust her suit as her hands were around Henry's neck in order to maintain pressure on the balloon.

In addition, straddled and facing Henry and undulating her hips, pressing her body against him to avoid the balloon from slipping free caused her breasts to be mere inches from her partner's face. And due to the lack of support the small pieces of material provided, her tits were jiggling and bouncing right in front of him.

The only thing she could do to resolve the embarrassing situation was to get the balloon popped as quickly as possible as she redoubled her efforts.

"Christ David, you never told us Suzie was so limber," she heard somebody shout out behind them.

Suzanne was shocked to hear her husband answer back, "You're just jealous she's not wiggling like that on you each night!"

Instead of defending her honor, he was goading her on!

To give him credit, Henry had followed her orders, the elderly man's hands merely holding her bare hips as she gyrated upon his lap. He was remaining the perfect gentleman, even though she was making every motion appear like she was fucking him. 

Turning her gaze to her partner instead of the balloon, Suzanne was shocked to notice even though he had listened to her and remained still, letting her do the work getting the balloon up his lap, his eyes were definitely not still, nor upon her face—should felt her body flush in embarrassment once again as she saw the man's gaze staring straight ahead, mesmerized by her bouncing and quivering mammary glands less than a few inches from his face.

Meanwhile the crowd continued with its comments, some getting vulgar, Suzanne hearing comments like, "That's it Suzanne, ride that old man!" and "If Henry's heart doesn't explode, another part of him is about to!"

And then Suzanne's shame hit rock-bottom as she realized the combination of her undulating sensually upon her neighbor's lap, combined with the knowledge her entire ass was once again on display before the crowd, added with the crowds vulgar comments and Henry's eyes blatantly transfixed at her bouncing boobs had a completely adverse effect on her than she expected. 

To her complete and utter shame, she felt herself getting aroused!

Although rubbing her crotch continuously on the balloon and Henry's lap was likely a physiological response, Suzanne was suddenly cognizant of a darker, deep-seeded part of her psyche coming to surface, a part up until now she had never known existed. To her concern she discovered she was ENJOYING the vulgar comments of the people around her, getting turned on at the prospect of her movements being so realistic she might as well have been fucking Henry before a crowd.

No longer did she feel her mind recoil in horror as she felt her arousal once again come to the forefront, feeling herself getting wet, her nipples hardening—all due to the dark and depraved part of her relishing the attention the crowd, as well as Henry, was giving her.

Her sister had once confided her feelings of exhibitionism when Suzanne had asked her why she enjoyed stripping. At the time, Suzanne had never understood Jen's feeling of power doing something so degrading. But now the veil seemed to have been lifted as she understood. 

If this was the feeling her sister got each time she danced, no wonder she did it for a living. Debasing herself in such a manner in front of people was actually exciting!

Looking down to check on the balloon's placement, Suzanne's eyes suddenly widened. 

The balloon was exactly where she wanted it to be situated; however, the inflated latex was not all she saw in Henry's lap. Immediately a wave of intense heat flooded throughout Suzanne's body at the sight of Henry's swim trunks sticking straight prominently above the balloon, Henry's obvious erection straining against the material of his suit.

Suzanne could barely comprehend the tenting of Henry's shorts. She had felt his erection earlier when he had held her against him, but she had been too preoccupied with her own embarrassment to notice some details—such as Henry apparently kept a small bat in his shorts!

Still looking down in his lap, Suzanne realized she had never felt David dig into her body as prominently as Henry had when erect. Although she had never complained about her husband's size, Henry definitely had nothing to be ashamed about, as Suzanne's mind became filled with sudden erotic images.

Suzanne had never thought of another man since first starting to date David, let alone having sex with them, but unwanted came the fantasy of her and Henry's swimsuits removed, her lifting herself up and impaling herself upon her neighbor's well-endowed manhood.

She could not believe her thoughts as she once again felt tingling deep within her loins, disbelief coming to her face as she recognized her core's arousal.

And even more embarrassing, her nipples were rock hard, Henry probably becoming increasingly aware of her body's lust.

Suzanne whimpered as another flush of heat flashed between her legs. 

Jesus Christ, she was becoming wet, she realized in sudden horror!

The crowd's yelling and urging once again brought her attention back to the game. Henry had not moved nor uttered a single word, following her direction to the letter even as it was readily apparent at least biologically there was an inherent coveting between them.

Focusing back on the game in an attempt to curb her body's growing response, she Henry to pull her even tighter against him to trap the balloon between them.

Understanding and following her direction, she felt Henry's hands tighten upon her hips, pulling her body closer into him.

But it was not enough to put pressure balloon.

Looking over Henry's shoulder, she saw several people had now mimicked her position, understanding the method of breaking the balloons, but so far everybody was still in the game, no balloons having been broken, but it was only a matter of time.

Throwing caution to the wind, knowing other couples were getting close to popping their own balloons, Suzanne told the older man, "Henry, grab my ass and pull me as tight as you can into you"

Suzanne wrapped her arms around Henry's shoulders, pulling her body tightly against his as she hooked her felt around the back of Henry to provide more leverage between them—even as the crowd went wild at their new, obscene position.

To give the man credit, he followed her direction to the letter as Suzanne felt the elderly man's hands grasp her bare ass firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. Suddenly she felt her small frame lifted as Henry slammed her into his lap, jerking her forward and pressing her pelvis abruptly his own. 

Suddenly Suzanne and Henry locked gazes, the cheers of the crowd completely forgotten as they looked at each other, equally shocked.

Suzanne could feel the balloon squeezing between them tightly, but that was not the only thing she felt.

Her and Henry looked at each other in shared understanding, mixtures of shock, astonishment, fear, and to Suzanne's shame, arousal. For not only had Henry trapped the balloon between them like she had asked, but in lifting her up and slamming her against his pelvis, he had also done something neither of them expected—slamming Suzanne down directly upon his erection!

The two could only stare, frozen in place as Suzanne felt Henry's cock, separated only by the material of their swimsuits, press directly against her crotch, the head of his cock sinking almost a quarter of an inch into her pussy, along with her swimsuit and the balloon!

Suzanne was mortified that she was suddenly so intimate with another man—in front of a crowd of people no less. Thankfully the rest of the crowd was unaware of what happened as she sat upon the older man's erection.

To her astonishment Henry then smiled at her, driving his hips up and pushing his swimsuit covered erection even further into her!

Suzanne was suddenly filled with lust as Henry's erection pressed against her clit, and without even realizing her actions, she squired until his erection was directly upon her clit.

She had not realized how long it had been since her and David had been intimate, and months of abstinence suddenly overwhelmed her.

Then Henry looked at her, snapping her out of her clouded confusion as he said, "C'mon Suzanne, we can win this!"

It took her a moment to understand what he was saying, and as she looked down, saw the balloon was stretched taunt between them, almost looking clear.

She was confused. Did not the man feel his cock pressing directly against his crotch? And yet, from his comment, he seemed to be more interested in the game than what was happening intimately between them.

But Suzanne knew they were close to popping the balloon, so throwing caution to the wind, she began gyrating her hips vigorously in an attempt to trap the balloon tightly enough between them to cause it to rupture. 

Suzanne heard more shouts around her about their actions: "Damn Henry, you two need to get a room!" some man shouted, as well as another one chiming in by saying, "David, you're wife always this aggressive?". Suzanne felt her body blush as several more comments were overheard, one man asking how much she charged for her personal version of neighborly love.

Suzanne was filled with a variety of emotions—embarrassment at how her straddling Henry's lap looked to everybody around them, arousal as the man's erection now rubbed directly against her crotch. The mixture of feelings only fueled her arousal more as shame and humiliation of her predicament sank into her awareness---everybody's attention upon her, the skimpy bathing suit now lodged completely in her ass, and Henry's erection pressing directly upon her wet crotch. In addition, her frustration at the game overwhelmed her, their inability to pop the balloon and her own sexual frustration merging into one.

She was definitely not in the right frame of mind as she heard her own voice gasped, "C'mon Henry. Try to drive that hard cock through our suits and into me. Let's break that fucking balloon!" she grunted to him, slamming herself down upon the balloon and Henry's rigid cock, feeling the material of her suit work even further into her slit.

The words were out of her mouth before she was even aware of saying them, her face blushing in embarrassment at her vulgar speech, but Henry did not seem to mind as he suddenly pulled her forward, his face lodging between Suzanne's breasts even as his fingers clenched tightly into her ass. At the same time his pelvis thrusted upwards, as if truly attempting to slam his cock through their suits and into her.

In the back of her mind Suzanne rationalized her chest was the only place Henry could put his head and pull her tight enough against him to smash the balloon, so it was not that act which caused her to suddenly gasp, her mind going completely blank. 

No, what caused her mind to go into shock was the unmistakable feeling of Henry's teeth clamping down upon her left nipple, his face ground into her chest!

Before she could say or do anything there was a sudden muffled 'pop' and Suzanne felt her hips jerk closer to Henry, both of them comprehending the balloon had finally popped between them. 

The crowd cheered, but Suzanne's mind was on other things, it taking only a split second for her to understand her and Henry's bodies were no longer held apart by the unyielding balloon. As soon as the inflated barrier disappeared, Suzanne's body jerked forward, Henry's erection slamming directly against her crotch.

Suzanne grunted as her neighbor's erection pressed even tighter against the cloth of their suits, a sudden wave of pure unadulterated lust coursing through her at the knowledge of less than a millimeter of clothing preventing this man from entering her married pussy. And she would have welcomed it!

Ashamed of her feelings, even as the crowd turned its attention to the other people playing, Suzanne leaned forward. Although to the crowd it looked she was merely resting against Henry and resting from their combined exertions, Suzanne let out a gasp as her hips jerked involuntarily against Henry's erection, sending waves of desire through her. But her gasp was not due to what was going down below where nobody could see. No, what had her suddenly on fire was the sudden sensation of the elderly man's tongue upon her bare breast.

And then it happened. To her consternation, the combination of Henry's grip upon her ass, his erection digging into her crotch, and his tongue upon her breast threw her over the edge, as Suzanne felt a small, yet powerful, orgasm course through her.

Feeling Henry finally lean back and look up at her, she could only smile weakly as he said, "Looks like we won."

Suzanne's throat gulped as she tried to regain her composure, embarrassed at the sudden intimate moment between them. But she hoped they could get over it. What had happened had been a biological reaction, and she knew Henry understood that, with her rubbing against him like that in an effort to pop the balloon, he would understand.

She was a married woman after all, and although she was wearing a skimpy bikini and sitting on his lap, there was no way the sixty-something-year-old man would think there was anything else going on.

Suddenly the old man smiled sheepishly, telling her, "My God Suzanne. I am so sorry for my body's reaction," he said plaintively. 

In sudden clarity she realized his smile was actually a grimace of embarrassment as he continued. 

"It's been so long since Brenda passed, and having such a beautiful woman this close to me...well, I am sorry," he said.

Even though the tip of a strange man's cock was practically inside her, Suzanne felt sorry for the man. It had been so long since he had been intimate with a woman there was no wonder he could not control himself. His actions had not been voluntary, and her own embarrassment at having another man's cock so close to entering her vanished as she tried to console him.

Forcing a smile, she told him, "Don't be embarrassed, I am actually flattered," she said with a smile. 

To prove she was not upset, she hitched her hips forward, pressing the head of the old man's erection even more into the cleft between her legs, seeing Henry's eyes grow wider.

Abruptly another balloon popped near them, breaking the moment and drawing their attention back to the game.

Once again aware of their surroundings, Henry relaxed his death grip upon Suzanne's ass as she—somewhat reluctantly—stood up and moved away from the man.

Like him, her body had unconsciously reacted to the proximity of a virile man, and compounded by the dry spell of sex from David's injury and drinks earlier, she had become aroused to the point where the slightest stimulation had sent her over the edge.




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Author's Note: This is the second part of a three-part Chapter, so it is recommended you read the previous chapter to gain a better understanding of the characters, their circumstances, and their thoughts. This first chapter is a set-up for the rest of the series, which I plan as a 10 chapter series....

Extenuating Circumstances 01 -- The beginning part 2/3

Suzanne's body was a full spectrum of sensations, ranging from her skin being tingly as if her nerve endings were firing off as fast as they could, her skin prickling as if being stabbed by pins and needles to numbness, her mind in a haze and sluggish while her body was overloaded by the sensations and surroundings. Some of her feelings were undoubtedly from all the alcohol she had consumed; however, she was aware of another tingling sensation--desire, lust, arousal, call it what you will. She had been on the edge in terms of her sexual need all week. David had been busy at his new job, coming home tired and not wanting to have sex lately, and so she had once again gone too long without. Added to her natural horniness, thinking about tonight, what they had agreed upon and what she would be doing became a constant tease within her mind. Now she was like a wild animal in heat, her breasts heavy and tight, aching with the need to be touched; her nipples pressed tightly against the material of her dress as if trying to claw their way out into the open air; and then there was the notable dampness between her legs, the thin lace thong wicking her arousal fluids from her slit in a seeming endless supply and feeling drenched.

All of these thoughts filled her mind—as well as more unmentionable ones—flashing through her head as the six college men—one of them the son of her and David's next-door neighbors—walked towards her.

Or more liked stalked, she corrected mentally. There was no mistaken the look in their eyes—she was definitely the prey to their male hunter instincts, none of the young men breaking their gaze from her sitting alone at the hotel bar, dressed in the revealing black cocktail dress.

Suzanne had not bought this dress. Like most of her latest wardrobe it had been supplied by Henry Fuller, her neighbor from across the street. Her body again flushed with lust and desire, but not because of the men coming towards her or anything happening currently. Instead, her mind suddenly flashed back as she recalled the circumstances around receiving the dress—momentous not in the fact of him gifting her the outfit, but what had occurred on that occasion. That even was the second major milestone in her and her husband's newly discovered 'sexploration' and new lifestyle.

Instantly her thoughts went back to that time, almost six months ago, even as her eyes intently watched the six college men weave through the crowded hotel bar towards her.

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Suzanne pulled her and David's fifteen-year-old Chevy Malibu into the driveway. The car was a piece of shit, but due to their financial situation, they could not afford anything better for the time being. David would be getting his cast off at the end of the month, but he would be undergoing several more weeks of physical therapy before he was completely healed. Hopefully by then his depression over being an 'invalid' would be gone and he would be able to take a more active role in finding a job.

Her being the only one working was a mixed blessing. Yes they needed the money, having budgeted their lives around a two-income household, but at least they did not need to share the car for work. Before his accident they had to get up extra early so David could drop her off to work and make it in to his office, and then repeat the same in the evening. As such, they had spent more time away from home than there.

Once David got a job, Suzanne hoped it would not be in an entirely different area of the city so they could carpool together reasonably close. If not, they would need to think about getting another car.

But she pushed such thoughts and the other financial worries from her mind as she opened the front door and entered their house.

Hearing raised male voices conversation, she made her way into the living room, seeing David and their neighbor Henry Fuller from across the street watching a soccer game on television.

"Heya Honey," she said as she came into the room, bending down and giving a kiss to her husband.

"Suzanne, what a pleasure to see you," Henry said, rising up and pulling Suzanne into a firm hug, his lips pressing against hers in a not-so-chaste kiss.

Suzanne was no longer startled at the intimacy from the elderly neighbor, kissing him back without hesitation; however, she still glanced at her husband after Henry broke the embrace, seeing David smiling, obviously not minding the affection Henry bestowed upon her, nor the familiarity he displayed towards her. Even now she wondered how he did not mind another man being so familiar with his own wife.

Over the past few months she and David had been spending more and more time with the gentleman, now in his late sixties. They had developed a solid friendship, their closeness due to David 'pimping' her out as Henry's partner at neighborhood events.

Henry had helped them avoid a large Home Owner's Association fine by offering his landscaping services, transforming their overgrown yard into what was now considered the most immaculate lawn second only to his own. David was out of work and confined to a wheelchair, and until his broken ankle and leg healed, Suzanne was the sole breadwinner for the household. With him being incapacitated and her working late hours and on a limited budget, they did not have the time to keep their lawn manicured like it should.

It had been a Catch-22 situation—her gone all the time and David being handicapped had caused their lawn to be unattended for months, and Suzanne's job did not pay nearly enough to pay all their bills, let alone a landscaping service, so it had remained unkempt to the point where the HOA threatened them with a large fine.

Henry had kindly offered to help, offering his landscaping company he had started upon retiring to keep their yard not only within code, but replanting and maintaining it to perfection. As the young married couple could not pay him for his company's services, he had jokingly suggested Suzanne be his companion over the summer when they attended all the neighborhood parties, as David's confined condition did not allow him to participate in many of the active games held during the events.

The elderly man had lost his wife a few years ago to cancer, and her and David had always felt sorry for him. Henry always sat on the outskirts of parties, keeping to himself, and Suzanne pairing up with him—even though David attended the parties—gave the man a sense of belonging, pulling him into the younger crowd's 'clique.' Suzanne was happy to help him out in such a way, so had agreed to the arrangement in the thought it would be a purely platonic relationship

David's 'handicap' had caused him to fall into a severe depression, his self-esteem and self-worth hitting rock bottom. It had become so severe, Suzanne had been desperate, willing to do anything to cheer him up. Making matters compound upon themselves and increasing her husband's depression was his belief of inadequacy with her, as sex between them had gone to nothing due to his cast and disability making sex next to impossible.

Even then, Suzanne had done her wifely duty in trying to please him, taking extra effort and time practicing her oral sex technique with various objects. Regardless of her intent to please her man, David took it as an affront, his inability to please her making him even more miserable.

That was until he confessed a hidden desire to see her be more 'open' to other men's attention. David had not come out and told her he wanted her to have sex with somebody else—something she had never even fantasized about—but he told her he would like her to be more receptive to other men's interests, asking her to dress more provocatively and show off more of her body than she was typically comfortable with. 

Although she was willing to try and please her man to get him out of the 'funk' he was feeling, Suzanne was not comfortable with the idea. Normally she dressed conservatively—other than a few pieces of lingerie she had bought when they were dating. But they just did not have the money for a new wardrobe, and she was faced with another 'Catch-22' situation of wanting to please her husband, but they were too far behind on bills for her to go out and buy clothes.

Once again Henry had come to the rescue, offering to buy her clothes under the pretense of needing them for the parties.

Suzanne had been uncomfortable with another man buying her clothes, particularly clothes more revealing than her normal attire, but David had been ecstatic. Their first party had been a pool party, and although Henry had shown David several choices of one-piece suits, he had also thrown in a couple bikinis, one of which her husband had told him to get. As such, she had been practically naked before the entire neighborhood, dressed in what amounted to a few triangular pieces of cloth.

It was then another revelation had been discovered, her own self-realization she enjoyed other men's attention to her body, the forcing of her dressing so scantily releasing a hidden exhibitionist side to her.

For her entire life Suzanne had dressed conservatively. It was her sister Jennifer who was the outward one, actually becoming a stripper. In fact, Jen—known by her stage name Diamond—had become almost famous overnight, being selected as a spokesmodel for a company owning a series of strip clubs across the country.

Suzanne had not talked to her sister in months and made a mental note to call her as she excused herself from the two men's presence, going upstairs to change into something more comfortable.

In the months following the pool party, Henry had become a familiar visitor to their home, and as the young couple welcomed him more and more into their home, the older man had become almost part of the family. Unfortunately, he had also become more familiar and comfortable around Suzanne, and at David's quiet urgings, more 'hands on' with her. It was not uncommon for him to show intimate displays of affection with her—such as the kiss with her moments ago. And to Suzanne's discomfort, his forwardness occurred not only in private, but also in public, particularly at their neighborhood parties, much to not only her husband's, but also several other men of the neighborhood men's delight.

It was not uncommon for Henry to have his arm around her, or even his hand upon her ass. Once again she was doing it for her husband, trying to curb some of the depression he had by trying to please him. Although uncomfortable, she permitted the older man's overtures, as these were extenuating circumstances.

The downside of her dressing more provocatively was the newfound attention the other neighborhood men were giving her, stepping on a few of the neighborhood wives' proverbial toes—as they thought they were God's Gift to Men. Suzanne's sudden flirtatious attitude and dressing in sexy clothes was something new, as well as her being much younger and athletic than most of the other women. Other than her neighbor Cassie Davis—who was living with her fiancé Tim Brown—and Cheryl Price, a platinum blonde model married to one of the few African-American men in the neighborhood, James Price—Suzanne was the best of both worlds, being both young and attractive. And now she seemed to have 'come out of shell' by being more 'friendly' with all the men's passes! Several of the more bitchy female neighbors had nicknamed her 'Henry's Slut' as she was seen with Henry's arms around her more than her husband's.

Although their relationship was platonic—to her husband's chagrin, she though wryly—Henry had gradually and subtly become more bold and adventurous with her body. She had been uncomfortable with his fondling at first, but it had become so frequent she was now almost used to his random touches upon her ass, the brief kisses, even him pressing his body against hers in public, his arousal often evident through their clothes.

And despite her stating to David she was accepting their neighbor's physical contact to appease him, Suzanne harbored a deep dark secret—she too enjoyed the attention. She was a woman after all, and enjoyed being the center of attention, if not from her husband, who lately had no interest in her, then from others.

Even though she had become more accepting of not only Henry's, but other men's advances at various parties, her husband never seemed satisfied. David had become increasingly insufferable with his new-found fetish of putting her on display. Each outfit Henry bought her—at David's discretion—seemed to be sexier and sexier, while each time they had gone to a neighborhood party, her husband always suggested at the end of the night she 'thank' Henry in a more intimate fashion. It was not enough for him that she had agreed to dress increasingly more seductive—to the point where at times she felt slutty—but he wanted her to act upon it as well!

Suzanne firmly believed much of her husband's recent fetish to be the result of being confined to a wheelchair and therefore 'less of a man.' Having a beautiful wife devoted to him apparently was not enough, wanting to show his 'ownership and control' in their relationship by permitting other men grope her, validating his worth in the knowledge she always would end up back with him. Having taken several psychiatry classes in college, Suzanne believed his injury to be the root of David's issues. In fact, she was confident he would once again become the jealous husband after his cast was removed, but until then she had humored him.

Not all the fault laid with her husband though, as Suzanne was not without her own inner demons. She loved her husband without doubt, but had begun to realize she too enjoyed the attention of other men. And although she had not acted upon them, to her shame sexual thoughts had become increasingly more frequent, exacerbated by being on a several month dry spell from sex. 

Her and David were still young, and had only been married a few years. She had been used to a steady supply of sex with her husband, and the abrupt absence had left her body in an ever-growing state of yearning. It was simple biology for her body to respond to other men's advances after being abstinent for so long, even if she had spent countless hours in the shower utilizing the pulsating showerhead for more than just washing.

Up until her husband's request she show off more and be more provocative, Suzanne had never even considered sex with anybody but her husband. Even her darkest fantasies always involved David. He had been her one and only, and she had been completely bewildered at his suggestions and hints on his approval of her committing an affair. David's urgings had lit an up-until-then spark of interest within her.

So although she outwardly said she was doing it for him, there was a dark hidden part of her that fed upon it as well.

Pushing such sordid thoughts from her head, Suzanne opened her dresser drawer—the one she and David had nicknamed 'Henry's drawer' filled with clothing and outfits their neighbor had gifted her. Although Henry had brought them under the pretense of wearing them to neighborhood parties, he often brought more than one outfit—or even outfits when no party was scheduled—and after this long, as she looked at all the clothes, Suzanne realized she needed to dedicate another drawer soon.

It was an odd relationship that had developed between her and the elderly man, who was almost three times her age. She suspected some neighbors thought she was sleeping with him; however, she had no interest in somebody so aged. Henry was like the uncomfortable grandfather to her. She was merely being nice to him, knowing he missed his wife, willing to suffer through some of his advances if he felt better about himself. It was killing two birds with one stone, both Henry and her husband being happy—and as she had already admitted, it made her feel better as well.

Normally Suzanne would have put on sweats after coming home from work—not exactly the sexiest thing to wear for her husband, but they were at least comfortable and relaxing. But with Henry visiting, she wanted to make him feel special and wear something he had bought, ironically now uncomfortable wearing something so conservative and modest in front of him.

Looking through the drawer full of clothes, she finally found something neither Henry nor her husband had seen her wear yet. She had once commented on not having anything decent to wear when she worked out, and her husband apparently relayed that information to Henry, as a few days later she had been gifted with several packages of active wear. Suzanne had wanted to return them, as there was a small fortune in athletic clothes, but David had intervened, telling her Henry would feel bad if she refused them. So she had unpacked them for a day such as today.

Still wanting to feel comfortable, she chose a white loose crop-top, stripping out of her white silk work blouse and skirt and taking off her bra. She contemplated wearing a sports bra beneath the loose top, particularly since it was a thin material and somewhat sheer, but she felt so good taking her bra off after the long day she realized she did not want to wear anything else confining. The cropped shirt covered everything, merely giving the illusion of being able to see her body underneath, and Suzanne smiled at the image of both men squinting and straining their eyes to 'see' through the top. Short of being caught in a sudden rainstorm or doing a headstand, the top would cover her and be comfortable, so sans bra it was.

As she was conceding to comfort with the top, she decided to forgo it with the other half of her ensemble, selecting a pair of tight bright purple booty shorts with pockets. The shorts hugged her body like a second skin, having a tendency to ride up and show off the bottom cheeks of her ass, but it was nothing either man had not seen before—her bikini had revealed more of her ass than the shorts.

Unfortunately, due to how tightly the shorts clung to her body, her lace panties were completely visible, so with grudging acceptance she swapped them out for a white thong.

Looking in the mirror, she was impressed with how her ass looked, smiling as she thought about the men's reactions before finally slipping into her pair of Air Jordan Grape 5 sneakers.

Once changed she went back to the living room, inwardly smiling as both men complimented her on her outfit, their eyes like bouncing rubber balls in their heads as they attempted to look at the swells of her breasts and her legs and then her ass simultaneously. Suzanne felt a flush of heat run through her at both the men's attention, smiling at their compliments.

Bending down to give her husband another kiss, she let out a startled yell into his mouth as she felt him reach beneath the blouse and grasp both her bare breasts!

"David, not in front of Henry," she told him with admonishment, standing up quickly as both men laughed.

"Nonsense," David said in reply. "Henry's like family," he reasoned to her. "Besides, he's already seen you topless," he told her with a knowing smirk.

She could not dispute the statement, as she had gone topless for a brief amount of time at the pool party in an attempt at 'one-upping' Cheryl Price. Cheryl had tried piss off Suzanne and draw attention to herself by intentionally going topless at one point. Her antics worked, as Suzanne, in a jealous fit of anger, had done the same. Cheryl's plan had backfired on her, Suzanne giddy with delight when the attention of all the men at the party had turned immediately to her 35C breasts, not the model's 32A chest, Cheryl actually stomping out of the party and going home in a fit of anger.




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But that was definitely a moment of poor judgement, having no intentions of parading topless before her neighbor.

"Anyways," David continued, "that shirt just screams out to reach beneath it and feel your tits," he laughed to Henry's agreement.

Blushing at the men's salacious attention, Suzanne wondered if she had made a mistake wearing the shirt without a bra, even though she felt a thrill as they continued looking at her.

Deciding to leave them to the men to their own devices and their soccer game, she quickly changed the subject by asking her husband what he wanted for dinner, receiving a noncommittal reply.

Turning to Henry, she asked, "Henry, would you like to stay for dinner? I'm afraid all we can offer are some cold cut sandwiches, chips, and beer, but you are welcomed to stay," she told the older man.

"Why yes, thank you very much," he answered. "Sandwiches are all I'd be eating tonight alone anyways," he told them, "so the company would be most welcomed," he said.

Once again Suzanne felt sorry for the man and his loss and loneliness, glad she had picked clothes Henry had bought, even though they might be a bit more provocative than she had intended. But wearing something he bought was a simple concession to show her appreciation.

Leaving the men alone to watch the soccer game, she made her way into the kitchen to make dinner.

Left to her own devices while preparing their meal, Suzanne's mind wandered. She could not believe how much, in such a short time, she had changed. She had actually dressed to impress another man, in front of her own husband. Forsaking her usual attire of frumpy sweats and socks which would have covered up everything but her heard, she was now completely at ease in front of their neighbor with her ass hanging out of a pair of tight short shorts, wearing a sheer cropped top without a bra—both items having been bought by a man other than her husband. And her husband was completely fine with the idea, as even now they were both were sitting and chatting amicably in their living room.

Even more troubling was her own attitude, not about dressing so provocatively—although that was concern enough—but when David had felt her up. Suzanne's protests were not due to embarrassment or the raunchy way her husband was acting. No, she had instead felt sorry for Henry, that he was denied the same liberties!

What the hell was wrong with her? Less than three months ago she would have gone back to their bedroom in shame, admonishing her husband for being so forward in front of somebody.

She thought about some of the other neighborhood parties—some outdoors, some indoors—accompanied by both men, at times feeling like she was shared property between them. The problem was she enjoyed the sensation. Having the two men take care of her and paying such close attention to her had actually been exhilarating.

Henry had remained a perfect gentlemen and had never imposed upon David's time with her, and never once seemed possessive. At parties where they were sitting and simply chatting with other guests he often left her and David alone, sometimes going off to talk to other groups, or other times simply hanging out with everybody else. And the times he was with her, particularly during party games or dancing, he was the perfect partner.

Granted his hands occasionally wandered, holding her ass or stroking less intimate parts of her body, even holding her against him in more intimate embraces, her body pressed against him where, at times, his erection was evident as it pressed against her; however, he never went too far or made her feel uncomfortable, and Suzanne was actually flattered the old man found her attractive.

The only time things had almost gotten out of hand was the infamous pool party, where the mixture of alcohol, her husband's revelation at wanting her to show herself off to other men, and her own newfound exhibitionistic tendencies had collided in what almost became a Perfect Storm.

She had come close to actually having sex with Henry. While playing a game of 'Break the Balloon," she had been grinding herself into Henry's lap in an attempt to break a partially inflated balloon. Henry had become aroused during the game and she as she repeatedly slammed down upon his erection, she was practically humping him in her attempts to break the balloon. At one point the tip of his penis had pressed directly against her slit, and were it not for both their bathing suits blocking him passage, she would have inadvertently granted David his wish of another man fucking her. As it was, her motions were so vigorous the tip of Henry's penis had pushed against their suits so much had had in essence penetrated her.

Lost in her thoughts while slicing some tomatoes for their sandwiches, she suddenly gasped in a mouthful of air as David's hands reached from behind, once again going beneath her loose blouse and cupping her bare breasts underneath.

"David, what did I tell you about that when Henry was here?" she started to say, suddenly realizing being confined to his wheelchair, her husband would not be able to reach so high!

Turning her head in surprise, she confirmed her suspicion seeing Henry behind her, smiling at her sheepishly.

"David was right, the temptation was too much to pass up," he said to her as his hands gently glided over her yielding flesh.

To her shame, Suzanne said nothing as their neighbor's hands glided across the under curves of her breasts, actually enjoying the contact of his skin against hers. Without realizing it, she leaned back, resting her head upon his shoulders as his hands became more adventurous, moving up and encompassing her breasts, each in one hand.

Suzanne let out an involuntary moan when Henry took her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, clamping down and giving each one a tight squeeze. A flash of heat suddenly ignited deep within her lower abdomen, and Suzanne groaned again at the intimate sensation.

She did not know how long she would have stood there, letting her elderly neighbor feel up her twenty-three-year-old breasts, had not the squeak of her husband's wheelchair broken the silence. 

Abruptly Suzanne straightened up, stepping away from Henry—but not before her husband had gotten a good look at Henry's hands beneath her shirt, obviously feeling her up.

"Sorry David, I couldn't resist," the elderly man immediately apologized.

Suzanne's face flushed red in embarrassment and shame, but to her surprise—or maybe not she reconsidered, given her husband's recent confession of his fetish for her to be more open to other men—David told their neighbor it was alright!

"No need to apologize," David laughed. "They are TOO tempting to resist, especially in that top," he told the elderly man who smiled back.

Suzanne could only stare at the two men in astonishment. Only a few months ago her husband would have decked anybody making such a move on her, and yet now, he not actually allowed it!

But regardless of her husband's actions and comments, what was more frightening had been her own reaction to the intimate contact, not pulling away and even enjoying the other man's touch.

Suzanne was uncertain whether the heat and blush covering her body was due to embarrassment and humiliation, or excitement and arousal, but to her chagrin she believed it to be the latter, looking down and seeing her nipples now completely obvious through the thin material of her shirt, almost attempting to break through the sheer top she was wearing.

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Just like they are now, Suzanne thought as the college men finally made it through the hotel lounge and reached her place at the bar.

The dress being so tight, It was impossible to hide her perked swollen tips beneath the material, and being backless, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra.

Glancing down to see how bad her body was betraying her, Suzanne felt a flush of embarrassment course through her as she noted the slash in her dress had shifted, exposing the tops of her aureoles! She immediately forgot about her hardened nipples showing through the dress when part of her breast was hanging out. 

Unfortunately, Suzanne believed any attempt to adjust herself would belay a weakness and lack of self-consciousness to these men—something she knew deep in her soul she could not afford—so she left her dress as it was.

Her only hope was the boys would think her pebbled nubs were due to the cool air of the bar, not the fact she was horny as hell.

Yes one look at the leering gazes of the men now circling her like Indians attacking a wagon train, she realized such rationalities were beyond them. Then again, what did she expect sitting in this bar dressed seductively, her body on display? 

As the men blatantly appreciated her figure, Suzanne knew they would not bat an eye of surprise if she confessed she was waiting to let some stranger fuck her—or strangers, she suddenly thought, her pulse thready as she again wondered if these boys were her proposed liaison. The thought of actually sleeping with more than one man caused her crotch to seep warmly.

"So what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this," the good-looking leader said lamely to her.

This was the one to watch, Suzanne knew, as the good-looking guy boldly placed his arm around her, his hand resting upon the bare skin of her back.

Suzanne pretended not to notice the man's touch as goose-bumps rose across her body at the skin-upon-skin contect, instead focusing on the other guys.

"You come here often?" another one asked, adding, "If not, would you like to?" as the snickers of the other guys surrounded her.

But it was Chad who surprised his fellow companions, who were not aware they knew each other as he said, "Hello Suzanne. You're looking good tonight, you waiting for Mr. Carter?" he asked with knowing a smile.

Suzanne and David had been friends with Chad's parents—Tammy and Robert Mitchell—since the day the young couple had moved in. Although Chad was closer to her age, Suzanne and David had immediately 'clicked' with the older couple, routinely having each other for dinners and the like. Suzanne knew Chad attended one of the local colleges, but had been unaware it was this close. She had specifically chosen this hotel to avoid meeting anybody they knew.

Suzanne looked at her neighbor's college man in surprise and humiliation, as the tone of his question and mocking smile clearly indicated he did not believe her to be there for David. 

She was also surprise the nineteen-year-old had called her by her first name. Even though there were only a few years between them he had always referred to her as 'Mrs. Carter' or 'Ma'am.' Tonight his confidence was obviously bolstered by inebriation and the association with his friends. Also, dressed as she was and the knowledge she was probably not here for her husband, his respect for the slight age difference she had over him were gone—her social standing within his mind now placed him above her, so taking the liberty of calling her by her first name was a psychological manifestation of his superiority over her.

Sometimes she regretted her Psych minor, she thought as she once more attempted to recover her composure.

Attempting nonchalance, Suzanne greeted him back.

"Hello Chad. No, I am waiting to meet up with an old business acquaintance," she told him, making up a story on the spot to explain her husband's absence—even though he was sitting almost ten yards away from them intently watching her exchange with the group of college guys.

Her story backfired on her as the head of the group smiled and asked, "Oh? So what's the going rate these days for a night in your business?"

The guys chuckled and Suzanne saw Chad smile as his eyes lowered down to her breasts. It was impossible to ignore the heat of his gaze as he took in her partially exposed breasts, Suzanne doing everything within her power to not look down or adjust her dress in front of them. His eyes moved downwards to her legs, taking special note of the tops of her stockings and garters before moving back up to smile openly at her.

Suzanne's heart fluttered. She had always thought of Chad as an asexual person. He had simply the son of their neighbors, somebody on the periphery, and she had always considered him 'a boy.' Not now she thought, feeling a flush of heat course through her body as he and the other guys looked at her with a hunger that spoke in volumes as to their interest in her being beyond academic or social.

Her body seemed to react tenfold in front of her neighbors' son, possibly because subconsciously she knew him. She had been the object of the entire bar's attention, and although excited at their at their scrutiny, she had responded this intensely in front of somebody she knew, who actually lived next door to her and now seeing her dressed as she was, alone in a hotel bar. For some reason, having some familiarity with Chad caused her body to explode in desire, her body becoming a solar flare of lust.

"Mind if we keep you company," the good-looking guy asked.

Suzanne's skin again flared up with goose-bumps as she felt his thumb slowly stroked her soft skin. She was completely stunned and did not know what to do. Frighteningly, a deep dark part of her wanted to hook up with these guys—even Chad, who was the 'boy next door.'

Forcing such thoughts from her mind, she finally swallowed her heart from her throat and once again finding the courage to speak, said, "Actually, I've been here for a while and need to use the little girls' room. If you'll excuse me," she told them, sliding off her bar stool.

Turning her back to them, feeling as if she were about to be pounced upon at any second, Suzanne made her way through the bar while every man's eyes watched her. As she walked away she heard the bartender address the guys, but did not turn around, instead making a beeline to the restrooms.

Ducking into the stall, and pulling down her lace thong to relieve herself, Suzanne was mortified at how wet the scant material had become—she could practically wring out the syrupy juices soaking in from her slit. Thankfully the women's restroom was empty—her being the only woman in the lounge—so she quickly took them off and rinsed her panties out in the sink, using the heated hand dryer to dry them out. Being lace and such small amount of material, the thong dried quickly before she pulled them back on over her garters.

Readjusting her dress and touching up her make-up, she exited the bathroom, once again making her way back to the bar.

Suzanne was startled when the men's bathroom door suddenly opened and Chad's friend, the 'alpha leader' of their group step out.

Immediately his face broke into a smile, his eyes once again roaming across her body and giving her the sensation of being devoured.

Unbidden, Suzanne's body once again flush in arousal.

"Why Suzie," the young man, moving up to her and trapping her against the wall as his arms caged her in. She realized he had gotten her name from Chad, and the the shortening of it to her childhood nickname made her feel small and insignificant as he leered at her, saying "We weren't properly introduced before that bartender told us to leave you alone," he told her. "My name's Eric," he said.

Suzanne felt a flood of relief realizing the bartender had come to her aid, obviously recognizing her discomfort around the college guys and telling them to leave her alone. 

Of course that did not help her now, trapped in the small hallway of the restrooms as he moved in closer, invading her personal space.

"How do you do, Eric," she said quietly in the hopes he would let her go.

"How about a warmer greeting?" the boy leered at her. "We can go into one of the bathroom stalls," he suggested with a leering smile. "I'm sure a working girl like you knows how to properly greet a guy," he said.

Suzanne knew she should be offended at his assumption of her being a prostitute; however, her mind quickly shattered her own self-esteem knowing he was not far from the mark. Was she not here to have sex with a stranger for money? Granted these were extenuating circumstances and she was attempting to stop the foreclosure of their house, but in the end, a spade was a spade.

So instead of giving him some pretense he was mistaken, she said the first thing that popped into her head.

"You couldn't afford me," she told him.

Immediately Suzanne regretted her words. 

She had just told this stranger she was a hooker! She did not even need to look into his eyes to know his pleasure at her answer.

"That's probably true, a fine piece of ass like you probably doesn't come cheap," the man chuckled.

To her shame, she actually smiled at the compliment, as she felt her body heated up at the man's proximity.

To her dismay, her previous attempt at cleaning her thong had been for naught, as her crotch suddenly flooded at the man's compliment and the feeling of helplessness being boxed in by the man. 

Earlier last summer she had an epiphany, her mind practically imploded with the recognition of discovering her inner exhibitionist. Like her sister, Diamond the stripper, Suzanne had become aroused at exposing her body to the men in the neighborhood, even going topless before them to pull their attention away from another woman.

Now, in the back hallway of a hotel bar, she had another revelation. Suzanne was enjoying being humiliated and feeling vulnerable. To her horror, she realized in somehow she was becoming a submissive, getting aroused at her helplessness as images of the man overpowering her and forcing her to please him flooded her mind.

Suzanne had always considered herself an independent, strong woman; however, now as her body responded to her current circumstances, Suzanne wondered if she could very well be a closet submissive as well, the heat between her legs a damp confirmation to her revelation.

Her thoughts were broken as the man leaned against her, his proximity causing her breath to hitch as her breasts pressed against his chest. Moving his hips against her, Suzanne felt the unmistakable presence of an erection against her thigh.

She jerked as if slapped when he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending goose pimples down her neck.

"So how much would a night with you cost?" he asked. "No holds barred," he added as he slowly stepped away from her.

Immediately Suzanne felt naked, the loss of his proximity leaving a void. She was at a loss of words how to answer him, confused and shocked at his proposition to her. 

This was not the type of man who could be discouraged by any denial from her, so once again, before any filter within her brain could stop her mouth, she decided it would be better to simply put him off by stating some outrageous figure.

"Five thousand," she told him quietly.

Her mind reeled in shock. Had she just set a price for her body? To sleep with a stranger—or even more than one person if his 'no holds barred' comment meant as much—for a set amount of money?

Suzanne knew that was exactly what she had done, regretting her words as the man whistled.

"That's steep," he said, and Suzanne sighed in relief.

She was thankful she had not given him an amount he could actually afford. 

"But worth it I'm sure," he added.

Suzanne felt her heart stop at his words, her eyes opening wide. Was he going to offer her such an amount?

She finally began breathing again when he backed away further, letting her go.

"Have a nice time with your...uhm...business associate," he laughed as he turned away and left to join his friends.

Suzanne stood in the hallway alone for several minutes, her heart and pulse racing. She could not believe what had just happened, and almost grudgingly she made her way back into the crowded lounge, even as every bone in her body wanted to run away and bury herself in a pit.




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Surprisingly, her barstool was still empty, and she quietly sat down, thanking the bartender when he brought her another glass of chilled white wine.

Drinking down half the glass instantly, he looked at her and asked if she was alright, to which she quickly nodded.

"You sure?" he asked again. "You were taking so long in the restroom I was about to have one of the waitresses check on you," he said.

Suzanne thanked him again for his concern, telling him she was fine, asking for another drink as she guzzled down the rest of her glass. Bringing her a second glass of wine, she thanking him as he told her there was again no charge.

Her encounter in the back hallway had left Suzanne in a state of shock, a bag of nerves, and she tried to push the thoughts of what happened from her mind. Turning and looking through the bar, she saw the college guys were seated on the other end of the lounge, plenty of distance between them and her, but all their eyes still focused upon her. She quickly turned away as Chad met her gaze, his intense lecherous gaze causing her breath to hitch and her heart to flutter once again.

David was where he was earlier, taking up a booth by himself. Seeing several empty glasses on his table she knew as long as he kept drinking, they would let him have the table to himself as she turned to look at herself in the mirror behind the bar. She once again did not see the care-free, happily married twenty-three-year-old she was used to, but instead a woman dressed for sex, her long wavy 'bronde' hair cascading over her shoulders to rest upon the tanned swell of her breasts, which were once again practically hanging out of her cocktail dress.

She wondered if she was losing weight, not remembering the dress shifting so much or being this revealing as she again thought back to the first time she had acquired it—and the more momentous events which followed...

********************

Suzanne, David, and Henry had sat down and eaten their sandwiches while watching television. The soccer game had ended and they were watching some Nature show as they chatted, Suzanne attempting to push the ghost sensations of her neighbor's intimate groping from her mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Henry mentioned he was planning on going out of town to a convention soon.

Being neighbors, Suzanne and David offered to watch his house as Henry shook his head.

"It's only for a day, so I don't really need to have anybody watch the house," he told them. "It's not like I have pets or any indoor plants," he laughed. "I plan on driving down Friday, see the exhibits, and come back Saturday," he said with almost a sigh of sadness.

David told him, "Well, the offer's good anytime. We would ask the same of you if we went anywhere," he said to the old man's thanks. "But you don't sound too thrilled," David added, as Suzanne nodded in agreement.

"Oh, the convention is interesting enough," Henry explained to them. "It's all landscaping stuff and whatnot, so it's good to keep up on the latest trends," he said. "It's just that in the evening there is always this fancy cocktail party dinner thing," he said. "I always feel out of place. It's like the neighborhood parties, where I'm more on the outskirts. Marge used to love that part of the conventions, and we would dance all night until the band left. Now it's more of a reminder of what I have lost than any fun," he told them. "I usually eat and end up going to bed early."

Suzanne' heart went out to the older man. He had obviously loved his wife immensely for him to still think of her after all these years, as David echoed her sentiments to the old man.

Then her eyes opened wide as her husband finished by saying, "How about you take Suzanne with you?"

"What?" Suzanne and Henry said at the same time.

David smiled as he repeated his comment, adding, "You said yourself it's like the neighborhood parties, consider this an extension to that. There's no reason for you to have to sit alone all the time. Suzanne can go with you and be your dance partner!" he said, pleased with himself for thinking of the idea.

Henry smiled as he said, "Although I appreciate the offer, I'm sure Suzanne has no interest in landscaping products, let alone keeping an old man company."

Suzanne could only stare at her husband as David said, "Nonsense. She enjoys hanging out in the garden section at Wal-Mart and Home Depot, so this would be like that, only on steroids," he said eagerly. "And as you said, there's the party afterwards," he told them.

There was an unusual hitch to David's voice as he said that last part, and Suzanne looked at him questioningly as David smiled at her. 

"You've been griping about us not going out much since I got this cast," her husband told her. "Here's the perfect opportunity for you to dress up, dance, and have a nice dinner," he said, as if he had completely rationalized it all in his head.

"I'm sure Henry has better things to do than have me tag along behind him," Suzanne told them. 

"Well, on that point you're mistaken," Henry said. "I thoroughly enjoy your company," he told her.

Suzanne glanced back at Henry. Did he also have a change in voice as he answered? She wondered if she were hearing things when David clapping his hands startled her, turning her head back to him.

"See, it's settled," David said happily, as if he had just solved the world's food shortage.

Suzanne tried to think of any excuse to argue against her husband's idea to resolve Henry's predicament.

"I couldn't leave you alone," she finally—and somewhat lamely—told her husband.

As soon as she said it, she regretted the words. Since being confined to a wheelchair—even if only temporarily—David had felt less of a man. It rankled him she had to help him in and out of bed or to get dressed, or to do almost anything. Lately he had adamantly refused her help, even as he struggled to perform the simplest things, but demanding his own independence. Her using the excuse of helping him only reinforced his weakness compared to her.

"Fuck that," her husband said, the ire in his voice readily apparent. "It's only one night, and I think I can manage to put myself to bed and wipe my ass without your assistance," he told her angrily.

"That's not what I meant," Suzanne told him in defense, but the damage was already done. Looking to Henry, she saw him looking at her expectantly as she asked, "So when is this convention."

David's face immediately lit up at her words, as did Henry's as the older man answered, "It's in three weeks, the last Friday of the month," he told them.

Looking at David, Suzanne realized she had another excuse as she told him, "Honey, that's when you get your cast off. I can't go. I need to drive you to the doctor's," she told him.

Again her husband looked at her in anger as he finally said, "I'll take a cab."

Suzanne looked at David, her eyes silently pleading with him. Although she enjoyed Henry's company, going to a neighborhood outing, where her husband was also accompanying her, was one thing; going to an out-of-town party with another man seemed wrong. 

Scouring her mind for any excuse, she said weakly, "But I don't have anything to wear to a fancy dinner."

She knew it was a poor argument when David's face once again lit up, hearing him say, "Well, I'm sure Henry can pick something out," he told her to her surprise. "It's not like he hasn't bought you clothes before," he laughed, as Suzanne at him, reluctantly agreeing. "He's been to this, so he knows exactly what to pick for you to wear, isn't that right Henry?" he asked.

Suzanne realized she had lost the argument as Henry nodded, saying "It would be my pleasure to find you something and take you," he told her. "And it's still not too late to add you to the reservation," he told them, "as well as enough time to book an extra room. That is, if you want to go Suzanne," he said, looking at her.

Looking at the two men—one looking like a dejected puppy at the prospect of going to another event alone and the other looking at her like he had won a lottery—Suzanne knew she had no ground to stand upon as she reluctantly shrugged her shoulders.

"Fine, if it's not too much trouble Henry, I'd be happy to go," she told him with a wan smile.

Suzanne again saw her husband smile, wondering what he was thinking. Actually, after the last couple months, she decided she knew exactly what he was thinking—he was excited she was going to go out in a public area and showing off her body. Hell, for all she knew could be fantasizing about her actually sleeping with Henry—something he suggested almost at the end of every party they had attended. Even having separate hotel rooms, she did not put it past him to fantasize that one night away would make her spread her legs for somebody who was almost a stranger or something even more incredible.

"It's no trouble at all," Henry was saying to them. "In fact, I'll go and call them now to change the reservations," he said. "And don't worry about the cost, my company can cover this easily," he told them before Suzanne could say anything else.

Finishing his beer, he stood up and let himself out.

Once the front door clicked closed Suzanne turned to her husband.

"What the fuck was that about?" she asked angrily.

"What?" her husband asked innocently. "I thought it was a nice gesture. You heard how lonely he sounded talking about missing his wife, so why not help him out?" her husband asked.

Although his statement and reasoning were solid, Suzanne knew him too well to let things remain quiet as she stated, "I'm not going to sleep with him if that's what you're thinking."

David laughed.

"No, that is not what I was thinking," he told her as she looked at him skeptically. "Not that I would," he admitted to her surprised face. "What? I think it's fucking exciting as hell to think about you with somebody else, sue me," he told her with a shrug. "Heck, if not Henry then somebody else. You can have your pick at a convention," he said to her with a smile.

Suzanne suddenly felt sad as she asked, "Why do you want me to be with another man?" she asked quietly. "Are you not interested in me any longer? Do you not love me?" she asked, bringing herself almost to the point of tears.

David pulled her into his arms sitting on the couch. 

"Of course I love you," he told her. "And I know you love me. It's a sign of how much I love you that makes me comfortable with this. I know how much you've been aching for sex," he told her bluntly. "All those hours in the shower weren't because you are a cleaning addict," he grinned at her.

Suzanne's face heated up crimson as her husband's revelation on what she had been doing in the shower.

Seeing her expression, he smiled.

"Nothing to be ashamed about," he told her. "I completely understand, and once we get this fucking cast off, I'm going to fuck you all day to catch up for lost time," he laughed. "I just want you to enjoy life, and each man is a different experience, and I want you to feel that," he told her.

"And do you want another woman?" she asked, not knowing what to think at her husband's words.

"No," he told her adamantly. "I am completely satisfied with you, but I know your libido is a lot more than mine," he said with a grin. "The very fact you masturbated after we've made love for hours has shown me that," he said as Suzanne again blushed. "All I am saying is think about it," he finally told her. "If you're uncomfortable about it, fine, don't do it. I can't help it that I fantasize about you with another man, and hearing it from you firsthand would be hot as hell, but I am happy where we are now. And you wearing clothes like around the neighbors is more than gratifying," he told her.

They did not talk any more about it, but Suzanne was left confused at her husband's comments, as she had the entire summer.

Over the weeks following that evening they did not discuss her being more provocative anymore, and things went back to normal, her working her ass off while David moped around the house feeling sorry for himself.

Early in the week before the convention Henry brought over a printed copy of her reservation, reiterating how thankful he was for her agreeing to come with him, even if she was going to be bored with an old fart like him.

Suzanne had to smile as she told him, "Nonsense Henry, you know I enjoy your company. This will be fun," she told him. "I'm just sorry for the way David assumed things, he sometimes doesn't think before speaking," she added to Henry's smile.

******************** "And sometimes he acts without thinking too," Suzanne quietly whispered to herself as she took another long pull from her chilled wine glass.

Looking back over David, she saw him look heatedly at her. Then again, she realized, so were all the other men in the lounge. For some reason her gaze kept getting drawn to Chad and his fraternity brothers, their loud boisterous conversation overheard by everybody.

At one point her heart began racing as Chad and his other friend, Eric—who had confronted her in the back hallway—caught her looking at them and both smiled. She felt blood rush to her face as she quickly turned away, hearing the men laugh. To her shame, blood was also rushing to other, more intimate, places.

From then on she looked at them only through the bar mirror, her gaze still drawn to them, almost as a moth to a flame.

To keep her mind off them, she thought again about the convention, although it did nothing to cool down the fire within her loins, and in fact, kept her arousal burning as she once again became lost in her reverie.

********************

When Friday morning came Suzanne packed her bag before Henry arrived. He had told her to dress casually for the convention, telling her the top and shorts she had worn the evening he had been over were more than adequate. Although she was now comfortable dressing like that around their neighbor, she was not about to have her ass hanging out all day in public. Besides, men had no fashion sense—if it showed off boobs or ass, they were happy.

As she would be seen with Henry, she wanted to look decent, knowing even if they were not a 'couple' her appearance reflected upon him, and Henry attended the convention every year, so she had no doubt they would meet up with acquaintances of his. Even if she was only wearing active wear, she wanted the outfit to match and compliment him. 

They would be in the car for several hours, so Suzanne still wore something comfortable, selecting another of her workout outfits—a matching pink set consisting of a cropped zippered hoodie top and a pair of tight pink yoga capris leggings. Beneath the top she wore a bandeau sports bra, as much for support as functionality in case the cropped top was too hot, and beneath the pants she put on a pink thong, the pants hugging her ass too tightly to wear anything else—one of Suzanne's biggest pet peeves were panty lines.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was happy with the results, the pants showing off her ass and legs, but not as blatantly as the shorts Henry had suggested.

She packed light, planning to wear the same outfit when they came home, although she did pack a matching pink tennis skirt in case something spilled on the pants—her mother had always told her and Jen to never leave home without a spare change of clothes—as she tossed another white cropped t-shirt into the bag. Finally she added a pair of fleece short pajamas. 

Although she typically slept nude with David—or only wore panties on occasion—when traveling she always had the fear of a fire alarm going off and having to run outside.

The only thing else she packed was her make-up bag. Henry had bought her a cocktail dress earlier in the week, and although she had not seen it, David had approved. 

It was almost embarrassing the older neighbor knew her measurements when her husband could not even remember a t-shirt size, but as the full drawer of clothes attested, he had put the knowledge to good use.

"Ready?" David asked behind her, startling her as she turned and nodded.

Her husband had not said anything more about the trip since the night she had accepted to go to the convention, but Suzanne knew her husband's mind had not been idle wondering some perverse thought about her when she was gone.

Her thoughts were broken when the doorbell rang, announcing Henry's arrival.

"Can you get that?" David asked. "I need to go to pee," he said.

Suzanne shrugged and reached for her bag, but David stopped her, saying, "No, you get the door, I'll bring it when I'm done," he told her.

Once again she shrugged, chalking his offer up to another of his needs to feel useful, so left the bedroom to answer the door.

"Wow, you look fabulous," Henry greeted her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she invited him in.

"I hope this is alright," she told him. "You did say casual."

"It is perfect," Henry told her enthusiastically. "I will be the envy of everybody at the convention with you by my side," the old man beamed.

Suzanne smiled genuinely for the compliment as David joined them, her overnight bag in his lap. Bidding her husband goodbye, she took the bag and gave him one last kiss before going outside and getting in Henry's car.

Although Henry was exceptional company, it was not long until the low monotonous tone of the car engine and wheels on the rode caused her to nod off, not waking until they had arrived at the hotel.

It took her a moment to take stock of her surroundings, embarrassed to find she had fallen towards Henry, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. Apologizing for the inconvenience, Henry told her it was perfectly fine as he pulled into the hotel lot where they were staying, as well as where the convention was hosted.

Suzanne was amazed seeing all the activity going on. There were hundreds of people, her never realizing landscaping was a big event.

Getting out of the car, she was immediately aware of those hundreds of people seeming to all look at her. Feeling conscientious, Suzanne realized there were few women attending the event, and none of them as young or attractive as her. Mentally she was pleased with what she had chosen to wear, as her appearance, as she had thought, caused everybody to look at Henry in a new light.

Henry was beaming like he had just won a major award, slinging both his and her bags over his shoulders with an energy unusual for somebody his age as he also reached around Suzanne's waist, escorting her into the hotel.

Suzanne knew he was showing off—or more to the point, showing her off. She let him hold her possessively, knowing it was all harmless fun. Just as she was his companion during the neighborhood parties to help him achieve respect from the other men in the neighborhood, she did the same thing here. With her mind still fuzzy from the three-hour nap, she also did not want to go through the effort of apologizing to Henry if she moved away, deciding to let him have his fun as he escorted her to the hotel counter.

Handing the copy of her printed reservation and driver's license to the clerk, she and Henry waited to check in. 

Meanwhile she looked around, surprised to see as many younger men as older, commenting her observation to Henry.

"Yes, landscaping is not simply an old man's pastime," he smiled at her, holding up his hand as she opened her mouth to apologize. "No, I'm just pulling your leg Suzanne. I would say the average age of most of the people here will be closer to your age. A lot of companies send their younger protégés to scout out all the new stuff, preferring to just do the bookkeeping and other managerial stuff. I, however, prefer to keep an active hand in things," he told her as the clerk came back to them.

"I'm sorry ma'am," the clerk said to Suzanne, "but there is no reservation in your name," she said.




Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01B



Looking at Henry in surprise, she was grateful when he stepped up and spoke to the clerk.

"Try checking under the last name Fuller," he told the clerk.

"Ah yes, here it is," the clerk told them, Suzanne immediately feeling relieved. "Mr. Henry Fuller, non-smoking with a king-sized bed," she said.

Henry's brow wrinkle in confusion as Suzanne looked at him as he said, "That's two rooms with king-sized beds," he corrected.

The clerk looked up from her computer saying, "I'm sorry sir. I only have one on the reservation."

Henry leaned over the desk in concern as he said, "No, check it again. I made one reservation about four weeks ago and the other about three weeks ago. You have the paper with the second confirmation number in your h and," he told her.

"I'm sorry sir," the clerk said politely, "but the second reservation was apparently canceled," she told him.

"Canceled?" Henry exclaimed, "By whom?" he asked.

"I'm sorry sir, we do not have that information. It would have been somebody with access to the confirmation number and reservation information to do so if that helps," she said.

Suzanne could see Henry's concern and aggravation, and not wanting to make a scene, she put her hand on his arm and said, "It's alright Henry. We'll just get another room," she told the man, who was clearly upset. "Just give us whatever you have available," Suzanne told the young clerk.

"I'm sorry ma'am," the told them, "but we're completely booked due to the convention—there are no more rooms available."

"What!" Henry exclaimed. "This is unacceptable, please call your manager," he told her.

"Sir, I'll be happy to get my manger, but he will tell you the same thing. There are no vacancies left due to the convention," she said.

Henry looked back and forth between the clerk and Suzanne with obvious exasperation. Finally in exasperation he said, "Fine, we'll just find another hotel," he said.

"Sir, you are welcomed to try," the young clerk told him, "but I'm afraid you are going to find the same thing at every hotel. The convention has pretty much filled up every hotel within miles," she told him.

The older man's anxiety was almost palpable, and Suzanne was afraid the elderly gentleman would have an aneurism or heart attack as she placed her hand on his arm to calm him down.

"It's alright Henry," she told him. "We'll just get a roll-away bed," she told him, looking at the clerk with a smile.

"I'm sorry ma'am," the clerk once again told them, "but those are all reserved as well," she said. Seeing Henry's face turn red in anger, the clerk quickly added, "How about I check you into the one room and flag your name for another room, as well as a possible roller bed. I am sure there should be some last-minute cancellations, and we can reserve you immediately when it happens," she told them.

Although Henry had been the calm one at first, his aggravation was obvious, so Suzanne took over, her neighbor obviously too upset to even think straight. Her husband was the same way when it came to small emergencies like this, so she simply smiled and told the clerk her suggestion would be fine.

Finally checked in, Henry calmed down as then entered the elevator, completely apologetic. The man was genuinely upset, and Suzanne simply told him it was alright.

"I am so sorry about this," he told her for what probably was the fortieth time.

Again she smiled at him, telling him it was no big deal, but Henry was insistent.

"Yes, it is a big deal," he told her. "I know you did not want to come to this convention in the first place. No, don't argue, David manipulated us both. I just don't want you to think I'm some sleaze-bag trying to get you into my room," he told her, his nerves so fraught with anger, he was visibly shaking.

Attempting to take his mind off the room situation, Suzanne did what she usually did to her husband in such situations. 

Putting her arms around him and leaning against him, she said, "Hey, don't worry about it. It's out of our control and I don't blame you for this," she smiled, giving him a hug. "Let's just check in and enjoy the convention and we can check with the front desk later for any cancellations," she said.

If was not her words, then the physical contact had its effect, as Henry noticeably calmed down, putting his arm around her in return, although he still apologized.

Suzanne looked over to the bellhop who had watched the whole exchange as he carried their bags. She had seen him staring at her ass in the polished walls of the elevator and as she turned towards him, he quickly turned away in embarrassment, causing her to smile. 

She felt a small thrill run through her at the inadvertent compliment, feeling another thrill run through her when Henry's arm lowered and came into contact with her bare waist, his hand lightly caressing her skin as the elevator doors opened to their floor.

********************

Suzanne smiled at her reflection in the hotel bar mirror, recalling how uptight Henry had been. She had been worried the man was going to have a coronary right there in the elevator at being so wound up, but eventually he had calmed down by the time they had dropped off their bags and went to the convention. 

Suddenly her phone went off, and reaching for the small handbag she had brought, Suzanne felt her heart flutter seeing a text message from Raimon:





Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01B



Knowing that was as good as she would get, Suzanne waited until the lights were turned off before turning off the bathroom light and taking a deep breath, stepped out of the bathroom. Henry had seen her topless, as well as most of her ass, so there was little more revealed now; however, when he had seen her body before it was in a bikini, which was meant to be seen. The outfit she had on now was meant for only one purpose, seducing a lover, not for wearing in front of your sixty-something neighbor.

"Wow, you...you're gorgeous Suzanne!" Henry said, drawing her eyes to him on the left-hand side of the bed.

Suzanne immediately felt her body flush with embarrassment. Finally looking at her neighbor, she once again blushed, freezing in place as Henry stared at her, his eyes taking in every inch of skin—both uncovered and partially covered—on her body, every curve and crevice, every blemish. She could was frozen in place as his eyes moved systematically up and down, as if memorizing every inch of her.

His look was so intense, once again Suzanne felt her body heat up—only this time not in embarrassment, but in arousal, her nipples immediately beading up into painful nubs. It was a normal physiological response, she told herself, not having any interest in the almost-seventy-year-old neighbor. It had been way too long since she had sex—David having broken his ankle and leg months ago—and her body had been a tightly wound ball of sexual energy all summer. 

Now, dressed in nothing but slinky lingerie and crawling into bed with a stranger, her abstinence was taking its toll.

Moving to turn off the nightlight next to her bed, Suzanne knew she was giving Henry a full view of her ass, as well as a side view of her breasts, and once again felt her body heat up.

She attempted to reason with herself there was nothing he had not seen before, but context was everything, and dressed in skimpy lingerie in a hotel, alone with another man definitely did not lend itself to a casual view as she quietly turned off the light and crawled into bed.

It felt odd being in a strange bed with somebody else, but after saying her goodnight to Henry, she closed her eyes, the alcohol making sleep come quickly.

Suzanne woke abruptly, disoriented and taking a few moments for her to remember where she was as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit hotel room.

What had woken her up?

Then she gasped as her breast was once more squeezed, her nipple caught firmly between two fingers!

In shock, Suzanne realized she was on her side in the middle of the bed, Henry spooned up behind her with his arm reached around and—

She gasped again as he once again kneaded her flesh, realizing his hand was beneath her loose top!

Suzanne was about to quickly move out of bed and yell at him when she suddenly heard him say in a soft voice, "Oh Margie, I've missed you so much."

Margie? 

Suddenly comprehension came to her. Henry was still asleep, apparently dreaming about his deceased wife.

It had been over ten years since she had passed away, and in his sleep, finding a woman in bed, his subconscious mistook her for his wife.

Suzanne sucked in a sharp intake of breath as Henry's hand glided alluringly across her skin, moving down to her lower left breast, taking the soft tissue into his palm and kneading it like the other.

His touch was gentle, not rough; the touch of a man who cared for his partner, who loved her. His actions in no means caused her discomfort—on the contrary, she was reveling in the intimate sensations. Suzanne sighed quietly as his palm glided across her sensitive mammary tissue as he again whispered sweet pillow talk to her.

What should she do? Waking him up would be embarrassing, but she could not let him fondle her all night!

As Henry stroked her breasts, Suzanne felt her own body respond, flaring up in arousal. Like a tidal wave, heat built between her legs as her breasts tightened from the gentle caresses.

She made an attempt to gently move away, but Henry's voice caught her off guard as he said once more, "I missed you so much."

"Ohhh," Suzanne groaned as Henry took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, clamping his fingers down upon the hardened nub.

Delicious sweet pain flooded her, her body heating up further in desire.

Suzanne's breasts were her most sensitive areas, and Henry's attention to them—both while she had been asleep as well as awake—caused her earlier arousal to return a hundred-fold, her crotch becoming instantly damp from her body's long-term need.

Once again Suzanne tried to move away, this time rolling forward, but even in his sleep Henry sensed her movements. Rolling with her, his body pinned her beneath him on her stomach, the older man on top of her.

It was at that moment she became aware of two critical things. First, Henry was naked, his bare chest pressing against her back, not to mention the not inconspicuous firm tube of flesh from his erection nestling between the cheeks of her ass. 

The second thing she was aware of, and even more disconcerting, was the startling fact her thong was gone!

In shock she realized both of them were essentially naked. Granted her top was still on, as was the short micro mini dress, but those were not what mattered.

She did not know what to do, trapped and virtually naked, while her neighbor nestled on top of her, definitively aroused yet asleep. The revelation was both frightening and stimulating, and Suzanne knew she needed to wake her neighbor up immediately before something happened.

Just as she was about to say something she felt Henry's hips hitch up.

Before she could utter a single sound, she felt him push forward.

Abruptly Suzanne's mind went blank, her own body betraying her as every muscle within her went flaccid as Henry's cock slid between the folds of her slit, the head of his cock wedging into her vagina! It was as if her labia opened upon their own accord, spreading apart as Henry's cock slid between her folds, her own arousal washing across the head of his cock, covering it with her desire and lubricating it as he entered her.

Suzanne gasped, a sharp intake of air mixed with a partial groan as Henry slowly pull back. Without thinking she clamped down with her Kegel muscles, her pussy attempting to prevent his manhood from pulling out—and then he thrusted forward again, his manhood sinking even further into her neglected married pussy in exquisite pleasure.

Suzanne let out a moan, a mixture of 'Unh' and 'Oh'—or maybe it was 'No'-- at the same time as her core twitched, accommodating the invading member. Without thinking her hips pushed back, sinking the hard tube of flesh deeper inside her.

She no longer cared this was her neighbor, hell, she did not care if it was a complete stranger, her body had been neglected for so long she now welcomed the sexual transgression.

And then Henry pushed one more time, filling her as completely as David, her mind not even remotely thinking of her husband, only the exquisite feeling of finally having sex.

She held her breath, waiting for the man on top of her to start pumping when her eyes opened wide.

"Oh God," she gasped as another three inches of hard cock slid into her, going far beyond the point her husband ever had!

And then he pushed again, another couple inches sliding even deeper!

Once more Henry thrusted forward, and Suzanne realized the older man was at least twice the length of her husband, and in disbelief she comprehended at least ten inches of another man's cock was inside her, their neighbor hitting places within her even her gynecologist had never been before.

Suzanne made a guttural moan as Henry pulled back, the head of his cock rasping across hitherto uncharted territory as his cock seemingly took forever to slide down her canal. And then he slammed forward again, his hips hitting her ass cheeks so hard the room echoed with a loud 'slap' as Suzanne again moaned, her body completely overcome with lust as he began thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm, the room continuing to echo with the steady 'slap-slap-slap' of him plunging against her ass.

"Oh Suzanne, you are so fucking tight," Henry gasped in her ear as she realized he was no longer asleep. "David told me you had the tightest pussy I would ever feel," he said, reminding her she had a stranger's cock inside her married pussy.

But at this point she did not care, her body having been neglected for so long she needed to be fucked, and she wanted to be fucked.

"Oh God, you're so big," she gasped as he continued plunging into her, her abdomen tightening up in an imminent release.

"Bigger than your husband?" Henry panted in her ear.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Yes!" as his cock plunged into her.

"I'm going to fuck you all night, you realize that?" he gasped.

Whether it was his words, the long interval since she had sex, Henry's cock sliding across areas of her vagina she had never had a man touch before, but Suzanne suddenly came. She cried out as she felt like a supernova had gone off in her lower abdomen, her body flooding in a wave of heat and passion.

And still Henry thrusted into her, giving her no relief as yet another orgasm swept through her when his cock continued to impale her over and over, her pussy clamping down upon the man's dick plunging in and out of her.

Suzanne felt sweat beading on her body as the long cock filled her completely, filled her more than any man had ever done, continuing to cry out and moan as release after release coursed through her body, unable to tell where one orgasm ended and another began.

Henry's cock was rock hard now, feeling like a foot-long shaft of steel was pistoning through her core like a steam engine while Suzanne floated in space on wave after wave of release, even though physically she was pinned beneath the older man and the bed.

Suddenly Henry let out a loud grunt, slamming completely into her.

"Urrgggga!" he shouted.

Immediately Suzanne felt the deep insides of her abdomen heat up as her neighbor began emptying his cock deep within her.

"Aiiieeee!" she screamed as once again another orgasm flooded her senses, this one larger than before, triggered by the man's hot release inside her.

Suzanne's pussy spasmed uncontrollably around the hard tube of flesh, even as Henry made small pumping motions, sending spurt after spurt of semen deep into her.

His chest pressed upon her back, and Suzanne could feel their sweat mingling, their skin slick and wet as Henry moved slightly to the side, his cock still inside of her.

She looked at Henry's flushed face and she smiled.

Then her eyes opened wide when he told her, "Let me know when you are ready for more," he said.

He gave a small hitch to his hips and Suzanne realized he was still hard!

She looked at him in surprise saying, "You can't be ready already!" she exclaimed, knowing David needed at least a half-hour before they could have sex again.

Henry's reply was to slide off to the side, startling her as he rolled her over onto her back. Without a though Suzanne's legs spread, groaning at the loss of his cock sliding out of her, still hard.

To her surprise he moved between her legs, and lifting her thighs up, positioned himself between her legs, draping her legs over her shoulders. Suzanne groaned as he then leaned forward, his cock slowly sliding into her as he moved closer to her inch by agonizing inch with her legs over his shoulders.

Suzanne could not believe his cock could be so long and so hard as it continued to slide into her incessantly, as she was slowly bent in half. It was not until her knees were pressed against her shoulders, Henry completely over her that he plunged the final few inches into her.

"Oh fuck!" Suzanne screamed, Henry's cock going so deeply inside her she felt the head slam against her cervix, a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure coursing through her.

Henry stopped, concern on his face as he looked at her as he asked, "Am I hurting you?"

Although Suzanne was deeply touched by his concern, it was the last thing she wanted as she cried out, "No, now fuck me. Fuck me!" she yelled at him.

And he did just that.

Suzanne was completely overwhelmed as Henry's cock plunged deeply into her core, slamming into her cervix over and over, her breasts swaying wildly from his rough lunges, his body slamming into hers. She was completely bent in half, the man's body once again pinning her to the bed and she was in heaven. This was what she needed, to be completely dominated by a man, a man using her for his own perverted pleasure, not caring whether she got off or not.

Henry fucked her wildly, her body cumming over and over until her were eyes rolling into the back of her head, her back arched. He fucked her so violently her head repeatedly hit the headboard with each thrust, the room echoing not only with the slaps of their bodies slamming together, but the steady 'thump-thump-thump' of her head hitting the headboard.

Henry fucked her wildly, beyond his years, as if he were an eighteen-year-old with unlimited energy, and all Suzanne could do was take it, her body flooded by orgasms as she screamed out mixtures of "Aiiiee! Unh! Unh! Unh!" and other gibberish almost like a baby, her cries of "Gna, gna, gna, gna!" filling he room.

At one point Suzanne had grabbed her calves, holding herself bent in half as Henry literally bounced upon her, his cock driving into her like a construction tamper, each thrust slamming into her cervix and sending her over the edge, again and again.

They were completely covered in sweat, their slick bodies seemingly only held together by Henry's hard cock merging them together.

He was fucking her wildly now, no rhythm to his motions as sweat poured down his face, dripping off his chin and nose on to her breasts and face like a perverted rain shower.

And still he fucked her.

Suzanne lost all track of time and even of her surroundings, only aware of the cock driving into her and the multitude of orgasms that continuously flooded her body.

Suddenly Henry's body slammed into hers, folding her in half even further as his hips thrusted forward. Suzanne let out a grunt as the head of his cock slammed once more into her cervix, this time remaining. Immediately she felt an inferno erupt deep inside her as Henry came, another orgasm immediately coursing through her, his hot cum splashing directly against her cervix.

"Oh God, that's it," Suzanne moaned as her body shook uncontrollable. "Oh God, that's it, shoot your cum into my womb," she cried almost incoherently. "Fill my married pussy with your jiz," she begged him crudely.

And Henry did not disappoint, Suzanne feeling each pulse of his cock as he squirt and spurt deep inside her.

Once more she lost track of time, bent in half, her neighbor's cock firmly embedded within her.

To her surprise he was still hard, even after cumming twice.

Finally Henry slowly pulled out of her, her squealing with loss as the long shaft left her. She felt like a sword trick, the blade being pulled out inexplicably slow.

Finally he was gone, much to her dismay, as he slowly eased her body back, gently setting down her legs before lying beside her. She was touched by his gentleness, even after the hard fucking he had given her.

In the dim light Suzanne could see beads of sweat rolling down his face and his chest. His hair wet, and she grinned at him.

"Got a workout did we?" she asked.

Henry smiled at her, her eyes opening wide in surprise as he said, "That was just round two," he told her.

"Are you superman?" she asked, as they both chuckled in post-coital bliss.

"Hardly," Henry told her, "but I do confess I took a little blue pill before going to bed—just in case mind you," he said.

Suzanne looked at him, wondering if he had planned sex with her the whole time, but it was a moot point now, the deed had been done. And to her shame, she wanted it to continue.

She looked down his body and in the dim hotel light saw his cock sticking straight up, looking almost unnatural in its length.

Seeing her gaze, Henry said, "Go ahead, it won't bite," he grinned as she slapped him on the arm.

But her eyes were once again drawn to the lengthy cock, mesmerized. It was almost like she was in a trance as she slowly moved down the bed towards it.

Gingerly she reached out, Henry's hips bucking as she grasped the shaft, apologizing.

"No, it feels great. Don't let me stop you," Henry said, his head propped on a pillow and watching her intently.

Looking back to the man's member, Suzanne was amazed how small her hand looked as she held the base. Even using two hands she would not cover it completely, and she moved closer to it as if a moth drawn to a flame.

Suddenly the intrusive thought popped into her head wondering if she could take the long cock completely into her mouth, a wave of saliva suddenly washing over her tongue in anticipation.

Slowly she began stroking the long shaft, amazed at how she had to use her whole forearm instead of her wrist, like she did jerking off her husband.

The thought was not meant to be derogatory towards David. She loved him, and she loved the sex they had, it was simply a comparison, like enjoying both steak and hamburger—one a staple, the other a specialty.

As her hand slid up and down the slick, slippery member, she leaned forward, barely aware of her actions as she slowly took the head into her mouth, her lips clamping around the top of Henry's shaft.

She heard Henry groan and could not stop a smile, her lips stretching across the firm fleshy member as she began slowly swirling her tongue around the head, Henry's hips jerking involuntarily in response.

Suzanne had practiced giving blowjobs when David had broken his leg, attempting to offer him something to make him feel better while confined to the wheelchair; however, David's depression had grown to the point where she could barely get him hard. But she still practiced, in the hopes when he was fully recovered she could please him. As such, she had taken longer and longer things into her mouth, training herself to squelch her gag reflex. It was not that David was long—unlike Henry's long-assed cock in her hand and mouth—but she had wanted to test her limits, practicing until she could easily take a carrot, then a cucumber, into her throat.

Now she wanted to put her practice to the test, lowering her head further as Henry's cock slide past her lips and into her mouth. She began moving her head up and down, sliding the top portion of his cock in and out of her mouth as she built up enough spit to lubricate the long cock. She knew she needed a good amount of saliva to slide past her larynx as she lowered her head further and further upon Henry's cock.

"Oh my God, Suzanne, that feels incredible," Henry was panting as she continued working on his cock.

Finally she moved her head down to the point where Henry's cock pressed against the back of her throat. Getting on her knees to stretch out her neck, Suzanne then sank forward, Henry's cock sliding into her throat.

Suzanne kept leaning forward, Henry's balls her target as his cock slid into her esophagus, her chin finally resting against Henry's balls.

"Fuck!" Henry cried out, his hands grasping the back of her head and holding it there.

Suzanne tried not to smile, keeping her concentration, and held herself in position until she needed air, finally pulling out, Henry's cock making a gargling 'Gnachtuchun' noise as it cleared her throat.

"Fuck me, I've never had anybody take the whole thing before!" the man exclaimed and Suzanne smiled.

"Care for more?" she asked playfully, almost laughing at the man's vigorous nod.

It was like asking a kid if he wanted more candy as she once more lowered her head onto the wet shaft.




Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01B



The second time was easier, her throat already prepared, and Henry once again cursed as her face pressed against his groin, the entire cock now in her mouth and throat. Then she started moving up and down, sliding the cock in and out of her throat until he was face fucking her, the gurgles and gargles from her mouth echoing the room.

Amazingly Suzanne could feel Henry's cock become harder, knowing he was getting close to cumming, surprised at his turnaround time.

The third time she took his full length into her throat—her having to come up for air again—was his undoing. As Suzanne's moved her body up and down on Henry's cock she began playing with his balls, as the head of his cock moved in and out of her throat. Even though she needed air, she began moving faster, her head almost slamming up and down on Henry's cock.

Then she heard him grunt, his hips lifting off the bed. Pulling back so she could breath, Suzanne's mouth was suddenly flooded with warm salty fluid as he came. She was momentarily startled by the copious amount of fluid from his cock on this third ejaculate, but she quickly took control, swallowing load after load as he came, her hand squeezing and milking him until he was finished.

But Suzanne was now worked up agan, her pussy throbbing for more cock.

Before Henry even recovered she rose up, straddling her neighbor's lap and lowered herself, impaling herself upon his hard rod.

Both of them moaned simultaneously as Henry's cock entered Suzanne's pussy until she was completely impaled by the long rod. Leaning forward and placing her hands on Henry's shoulders, she began moving her hips back and forth, Henry's cock sliding in and out, in and out, rubbing on the walls of her pussy.

Suzanne moaned loudly as she began fucking Henry, forceful puffs of air coming out of her nose like a horse during a race. 

When she and David made love like this, she inevitably became too vigorous and David's cock would pop out of her, often slamming against her pelvis. From his reactions, it was obviously painful and so she always held back.

But not with Henry. There was no way his ten-inched cock was going to slide out of her as she began moving back and forth frantically, her body tightening as she felt an oncoming orgasm. And still she rode him, her body fervidly moving across Henry's groin.

Sweat was now pouring down her face, rivulets rolling down between her breasts and to her stomach, even as drops splashed down upon Henry's hair chest.

Feeling as if her pussy were about to implode, Suzanne suddenly rose up and down on her knees, slamming Henry's cock into her over and over.

Suzanne could feel her orgasm approaching, her quiet grunts of "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck....Fuck" getting louder and louder.

And then Henry reached up and grasped her bouncing tits, his fingers immediately clamping down upon her nipples.

It was as if he flipped a switch, Suzanne cumming even more powerful than before, her body continuously rising and falling upon Henry's cock, the loud 'clomp-clomp-clomp-clomp' of their bodies slamming together sounding almost like a car driving down a cobblestone road.

Her body continued to cum, even as she continued to vigorously ride Henry's cock, unable to stop as the long member impaled her over and over, triggering orgasm after orgasm.

Suddenly Suzanne's world turned topsy-turvy as she was abruptly and unexpectedly flipped over. 

Reaching out to stop her fall, she realized she was on her hands and knees, Henry's hands grasping her hips as he moved behind her, him now fucking her.

"Fuck!" she screamed out as Henry's cock slammed into her from behind, his hands firmly locked upon her hips as he impaled her with his cock.

Henry fucked her incessantly, her head handing forward as sweat poured from her face onto the bed, her body rocking forcefully back and forth.

Suzanne had never been fucked so vigorously or intensely, and her mind exploded as she came, her releases almost continuous. Henry was fucking her so zealously she actually expected the head of his cock to burst out of her mouth, her body completely impaled by the long member.

"Jesus Christ, don't stop!" she screamed out, dropping to her elbows to give her arms relief, her head diving into the bed and muffling her moans.

And still Henry fucked her, his cock moving so fast she could not discern whether he was pulling out or pushing in, the sensation just one continuous buzz across her vaginal walls.

She came, and came, and came, screaming into the bed like a banshee as Henry the machine drilled her.

She did not even realize when Henry had slammed her to the bed, lying upon her like the night had first started, his cock buried deep into her pussy as he came yet again inside her, her body too lost to even comprehend his cum shooting inside her, the walls of her vagina numbed and barely able to feel his cock throbbing inside her.

And yet she came again, screaming into the bed as she was once again filled by her neighbor's liquid seed, her womb infused by his sperm.

She felt her body rolled to the side, Henry spooning her as his cock remained inside her.

If there were any advantages to length, this was it, she thought. Being able to move into different positions without him leaving her core was a novel experience.

After such a vigorous session, they were both too far gone, each of them literally passing out into blissful sleep.

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Suzanne realized she was breathing erratically as she gulped down the rest of her chilled wine in an attempt at calming herself. Every time she thought of that particular night she became inexplicably aroused. It had been like she had lost her virginity—which she had in a sense, having never thought of being with another man beyond David. Thinking about that night now left her entire body aching for attention.

If there was ever a time for her to be ready for her unknown rendezvous, now was it, she thought with dry amusement. But as of yet, there was still no sign of her intended companion.

That had been the first time she had 'stepped out' on her husband, another Perfect Storm of incidents—some caused by him, some by her, others by Henry—but once the proverbial ball began rolling, she had merely gone the path of least resistance, behaving like a wanton hussy, but by then she no longer cared.

Looking across the bar at her husband, she knew this was what he wanted. Even after getting his cast off his 'fetish' desires had not ceased, and to Suzanne's surprise, she also began to enjoy it.

As the bartender once again refilled her glass of wine, Suzanne's mind again roamed to the rest of that weekend...

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Suzanne woke slowly to the sounds of dishes and pans clanking.

Her body felt like it had run miles, and yet she was strangely invigorated. Her groin was tender from all the sex they had last night, but it was a 'good pain,' like working out. She felt alive and strangely uninhibited. Now that the act had been done, she her mind seemed to have less to worry about.

She stretched out in the bed luxuriously, feeling the cool air of the room against her breasts, aware of being completely naked, having taken off the rest of her lingerie sometime in the evening. From the cool breeze, she could tell she was covered by nothing but the thin sheet of the bed, pulled down to her hips and leaving herself partially exposed to the room. 

She smiled behind her closed eyelids as she knowing she was giving Henry a show.

Finally opening her eyes, she sat up on her elbows and saw Henry standing on the side of the bed looking down at her with a smile, and she smiled back.

"Good morning," she said as he greeted her as well.

It was then Suzanne realized the dishes and pan sounds were still going on, and looking at the foot of the bed, saw the bellhop that had checked them in arranging a cart of dishes!

The delightful odors of waffles and pancakes, bacon, eggs, and other items came to her, but Suzanne's mind was too shocked at realizing there was another person in the room and she was completely naked, her breasts fully exposed!

Immediately reaching down to pull the sheet up, Henry's voice broke through the room.

"No!"

Both she and the bellhop looked up at him.

Henry looked at the bellhop and said, "Not you, please continue," as he looked down at her.

Suzanne felt her body flush twenty shades of crimson being openly exposed to the bellhop, who kept looking at her naked body.

To Suzanne's surprise her nipples hardened—and not due to the cool air across them—feeling her core heat up as the bellhop stared longingly at her naked body.

It was both with relief and disappointment when he finished. Henry handed him a tip as the bellhop left, Suzanne having remained half naked before him.

"Can I get dressed now?" she asked, both excited and ashamed at what had just occurred.

"No need," Henry said. "It only will make things harder for me to strip you again," he smiled, a thrill running through Suzanne's body at his comment. "Besides, I had forgotten how wonderful it is to see a freshly fucked woman in my bed before me," he added.

Suzanne felt another flush through her body, suddenly gasping as Henry reached out nonchalantly and pinched her nipple. 

Letting out a squeal of surprise, Suzanne looked at the man, who seemed different somehow. This morning he seemed surer of himself, his voice taking a tone of authority, as evident from his earlier command for her not to cover herself. 

In addition, his language was much cruder, and as she wondered at the change.

"Come. Sit down and eat, I'm sure you're hungry," he told her, pulling out a chair from the wheeled cart.

Getting up and leaving the sheet on the bed, she walked over to him completely naked, and Suzanne felt her body thrum with excitement as Henry looked at her hungrily, intently, as if memorizing every curve, crevice, and expanse of her skin. This was the first time he had not only seen her completely naked, but after they had fucked more than half the night like wild pigs in heat.

But with that particular social stigma gone, having slept with the man and shared the most intimate act two people could have between each other, Suzanne no longer felt conscientious exposing herself to him.

To her surprise and delight, Henry fed her, not letting her touch a single utensil other than to allow her to use her own coffee cup, explaining to her he did not want to burn her lips by tilting it too much. But the rest he did himself, feeding her whatever she asked, a bite of waffle laden with warm maple syrup, some eggs—of which there were both scrambled and over easy to choose from—fruit, cereal, and yogurt. The cart was amazing, and it was not long before she was full.

A part of her also felt very defenseless at the man feeding her. Yes he was following her commands by feeding her what she wanted, but it was a false sense of power. Henry at the moment held the true power, and her pulse fluttered in her stomach feeling helpless before him.

It also did not help that Henry was completely dressed, while she was completely bare before him. She wondered how long he had been up. His clothing made her feel vulnerable, his clothed body seeming to place him above her, and as she ate, Suzanne could not suppress the feeling of being a subordinate.

It was only after she was finished did Henry sit down and eat himself, while she sat off to his side. Even eating, his eyes never moved away from her body, and she felt her body flush with desire as he watched her sip her coffee, completely naked, as he fed himself.

Her body seemed to hum, both with content from the rigorous fucking she had received, as well as anticipation, wondering if she had more awaiting her.

Other than when she stated what she wanted to eat, they did not talk, Suzanne lost in her own little world as Henry watched her and ate.

Finally he finished eating and getting up, motioned for her to come near him.

"You know, I'm finding the need to feel those luscious lips around my cock again," he told her as he began unbuckling his belt. "Why don't' you kneel down and give Henry a smile," he said to her.

Suzanne felt a rush through her body at the vulgar request, and although she felt cheapened, slowly lowered herself to her knees, reaching up and began undoing the man's trousers.

She was not surprised to see his cock hard, marveling at its length now that she could see it in full light. It was easily ten inches, and her vaginal muscles clench involuntarily remembering how that huge member felt insider, even as she yearned to feel it inside her again.

Looking up at Henry and seeing him watching her intently, she kept her eyes locked on him as she held onto his cock, slowly moving forward and sliding it up her tongue and into her mouth, slowly encircling her lips around it—her eyes locked upon his the entire time.

Henry broke eye contact first, closing his eyes as he sighed, letting out a long whispered, "Ohhhhh yes!" as she began sucking him, moving her arm up and down his shaft.

In this position it was impossible to deep throat him, so Suzanne took in only enough of his cock to hit the back of her throat, still leaving more than half of it outside her mouth, which her hands worked vigorously up and down, leaving no part of his cock unattended.

Sucking his cock, Suzanne kept one hand moving up and down his shaft while she lowered her other hand to her crotch, gently sliding her finger across her clit. The stimulation sent shivers through her body as she brought both herself and Henry to a frenzy, her finger almost instantly flooded by her arousal leaking out of her core.

Suzanne began sucking harder, feeling Henry's cock become even firmer as the room echoed with nothing but sounds of her slurping up and down the man's large cock.

Suddenly she felt Henry's hands on her head, stopping her motions as he said, "OK, that's enough," Henry told her, pulling her to her feet. "We don't have much time before we need to check out," he said, "and I need to fuck you once more before then," he said.

Although his comment was crude and demanding, Suzanne's body was too wound up to make much issue with him as she turned to go to the bed, but Henry placed his arm on her shoulder stopping her.

"No, the breakfast cart will do," he suddenly said.

Suzanne turned around looking at him questioningly.

"What?" she asked.

"The breakfast cart," he told her, "just lean over it."

Suzanne looked at the cart, covered with the remains of their breakfast—plates covered with the remains of leftovers of eggs, waffles, pancakes, fruit, and everything in between.

"What about the dishes?" she asked, still confused.

"Fuck the plates," Henry said, obviously becoming angry. "After the shoddy service this hotel gave us, they'll be lucky if we ever come back," he told her. "Now bend over," he ordered her, pushing her shoulders forward until she was bent over the cart.

"All the way," Henry said.

Suddenly Suzanne felt Henry's hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her forcibly down upon the breakfast cart. Immediately her breasts were covered with syrup, her stomach lying in the still-warm remains of runny eggs. 

Henry pushed her forward again and her elbow landed into a bowl of jelly, her other arm suddenly covered with yogurt as Suzanne was practically sprawled across the cart, her body covered with slimy, sticky—and everything in between—food stuffs.

The feeling or the dirty cool plates on her body, as well as the food upon them, was both disgusting and thrilling as she heard Henry's belt buckle jingle as he moved behind her.

Suzanne felt him spread her upper thighs apart and instinctively hitched up her hips to give him a better angle.

Suddenly she let out a scream of both pleasure and pain as Henry thrusted into her, his cock boring into her pussy as her body was slammed forward into the dirty plates. Suzanne reached forward, holding herself by the end of the cart with her hands as Henry pulled back, slamming into her again as his entire cock sheathed itself into her.

"Aiieee!" she cried out, "Oh fuck. Fuck me!" she yelled out, all her inhibitions gone.

Unlike the previous evening, Henry was not tender, did not treat her body as if his first priority was pleasing her. This morning, it was all about him, and he continued plunging his cock into her, heedless of her gasps and comments.

She felt Henry grasped her hips, using the extra leverage to slam his cock into her even more forcibly, over and over, unconcerned with Suzanne's grunts and moans of passion.

"You like this strange cock in your married pussy," Henry suddenly asked, thrusting into her unceasingly, over and over. "Don't you?"

"Oh God, yes!" Suzanne cried in abandon as her body was thrusted repeatedly into the dirty dishes.

"Yes what?" Henry asked, continuing to slam his cock into her again and again.

"Yes I love your cock in my married pussy," she moaned truthfully, her body thrusted forward.

The room was filled with the clanking of the plates and the smacking sounds of Henry's body slamming into her ass and thighs. Suzanne would have admitted anything at this point, her body and mind in a complete sexual frenzy.

"Not just my cock though, right Suzanne?" Henry grunted as he continued fucking her from behind. "I bet you'd enjoy any strange cock in your pussy—your married pussy. Isn't that right you slut?" Henry said crudely.

Suzanne's lust was overwhelming as she repeated Henry's statement in the affirmative.

"Yes, I want strange cock in my married pussy!" she screamed out as an orgasm overwhelmed her, her body quivering uncontrollably as her pussy clamped down upon Henry's cock.

A loud slap echoed in the room as Suzanne screamed out in surprise, Henry slapping her sharply on the ass.

"Say it again," he told her, slapping her butt cheek again.

"Ungh," Suzanne groaned as Henry's long cock continued to impale her, back and forth, in and out. "I want strange cock in my married pussy," she moaned. "I want strange cock in my married pussy," she repeated, over and over as Henry's cock continued to plunge into her.

It was a mantra her dazed and orgasmic body reiterated over and over as she came, Henry's cock moving faster and faster. Through it all, her vulgar chant continued—"I want strange cock in my married pussy! I want strange cock in my married pussy! I want strange cock in my married pussy!"

She lost all track of time as she laid across the breakfast table, unconcerned with the food now covering her body as she focused solely upon Henry fucking her, not even aware of her continued chant. As with last night, she did not even know which direction he was moving inside her, it all blurring into a single vibrating sensation.

"You're the neighborhood slut, aren't you Suzie," Henry said, calling her by her childhood name.

"Ungh," she groaned again. "Yes, I'm the neighborhood slut, so fuck my married pussy! Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me!"

Henry's strokes got even faster, Suzanne in a sexual bliss where she was blind to her surroundings, focused only upon the incessant violation of her core. As if in a dream, she became aware of Henry reaching in front of her, his hand going between her legs, and suddenly her mind exploded as he pinched her clit, her entire body collapsing upon the breakfast cart in defeat as she was completely overcome with the biggest orgasm she had ever felt.

Suzanne let out a scream as the orgasm literally knocked her off her feet, overwhelming her entire body and functional motor skills, barley able to clutch the table, holding on as if for dear life while her neighbor completely and utterly dominated her, fucking her like a rag doll.

Finally he slammed into her one more time, the deep heat in her abdomen triggering another series of orgasms as he came inside her, filling her with his seed.




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In some altered sense of reality Suzanne felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, imagining what she looked like, lying naked upon a breakfast cart, the remains of their breakfast smeared all over her body, her legs spread wide open as her neighbor, a man old enough to be her grandfather, emptied his balls deep inside her core.

And she loved it.

Suzanne had never had any interest in being with another man. Even the last couple months with her husband incapacitated and forced to abstain from sex, she had remained faithful both in her mind and body. 

But her husband had finally pushed her over the edge. If this was truly what he wanted, then he would be ecstatic, if not, she wondered if their marriage was over.

She began whimpering as Henry slowly pulled his cock out of her, and almost never-ending withdrawal. Suzanne thought of those magician acts when they pull a handkerchief out of their sleeve, it going on and on—such was the feeling of Henry's long cock sliding out of her.

As he finally slipped out of her body, Suzanne moaned as the air conditioned air abruptly blew across her crotch, her pussy gaping open as her muscles spasm again. Then she felt the warm feeling of Henry's cum beginning to seep out of her and down the inside of her left legs.

"OK Suzie, turn around and clean me off like a proper married slut," Henry ordered her, his voice broking no denial.

Her legs wobbly from the vigorous fucking and intense orgasms she had just gotten, Suzanne raised herself off the breakfast cart, dishes clattering as they stuck to her body before finally falling off with a clang. She was a mess, the top of her chest and breasts covered with butter, syrup, and the crumbled remains of pancakes and waffles. Her right arm was covered in jelly and butter, while her left arm was slick with the spilt remains of a bowl of yogurt. At some point the milk and orange juice had also tipped over mixing with everything and coating her body which was both wet and sticky.

Turning around she faced Henry, dropping unquestioningly to her knees as the fluids upon her body ran down her, coating her legs and splattering on to the hotel rug.

But her attention was focused upon the glistening long cock hanging before her.

Reaching up, she took it into her mouth as Henry grabbed the back of her head, his hips moving forward, feeding the entire fleshy member into her mouth. Suzanne was glad he was partially flaccid—although still longer than her husband fully erect—as he would have choked her, but she obediently began to move her tongue around the cock, the taste of her vaginal fluids and Henry's cum filling her mouth.

"That's a good girl," Henry said, as Suzanne felt a thrill of satisfaction run through her. "You are so beautiful with a cock in your mouth, do you know that?" he asked.

Suzanne obviously could not answer with six or seven inches of malleable cock flesh in her mouth, so she merely moaned in response.

"What would the rest of the neighborhood think knowing you had such a penchant for your neighbors' cocks?" he asked as Suzanne again groaned in response.

She could feel Henry's cock beginning to stir within her mouth, the flesh slowly become firm and Suzanne again moaned, wanting to again feel the entire shaft sliding into her throat.

Abruptly Henry's hands pulled her head back, telling her, "OK, that's enough for now," he chuckled as her lips clamped tighter around his shaft, sucking him even more fervently.

Henry's cock left her mouth with a loud 'smooch,' sounding like some grotesque wet kiss as he looked down at her with a smile.

"You are beautiful, you know that," he said to her.

Suzanne rolled her eyes, knowing she was covered with the remains of their breakfast, had a bad case of head hair, and otherwise looked anything but beautiful.

"I need a shower," she told him.

Then her heart began to race as Henry said, "We don't have time. Checkout is in fifteen minutes so hurry up," he told her as she looked at him in surprise. "I've already packed your stuff up—I left your clothes on the bathroom counter," he said, while pulling up his pants and stuffing his again flaccid cock into his drawers. Suzanne looked at him in shock as he said, "I am going to take our bags downstairs and check out and get the car, meet me at the front in the next fifteen minutes or else the maids will be kicking you out," he said.

Suzanne stared at him flabbergasted. Fifteen minutes! Her mind screamed at the lack of time to get ready as Henry closed the hotel door behind him.

The clicking shut of the door spurred her into action as she ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping into it before it even warmed up. The shock of cool water upon her skin snapped her completely out of her sexual haze as she hurriedly washed off the food slathered over her body.

To her shame, she was so wound up even scrubbing the syrup off her breasts aroused her, her nipples standing up rock hard.

It was the fastest shower she had ever taken, not feeling a hundred percent clean, but at least no longer sticky or greasy from her breakfast christening. Unfortunately she had no time to wash her hair, thankful the food had not gotten into it.

Hurriedly toweling herself dry, Suzanne realized Henry had taken her make-up bag, including her brush. Attempting to finger brush her hair, she finally decided to wet it down in the tub before tying it into a loose knot and ponytail.

Her heart skipped when she looked at the clock in the bathroom and saw ten minutes had passed, knowing she needed to hurry and get out of the room—she did not think Henry was lying about housecleaning kicking her out. 

Turning to the pile of clothes on the counter, she lifted the items up her eyes opening wide.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," she said to herself, feeling a moment of déjà vu from when she had discovered David had repacked her bag.

Henry had left her clothes alright, in her right hand she held her cropped pink hoodie, while in her left hand was her matching pink tennis skirt. And sitting before her were her tennis shoes. What was conspicuously absent was any type of underwear, not even her sports bra or thong.

Suzanne went out to the room to see if even her lingerie was somewhere in the room, as anything would be better than wearing the skirt commando, but as she feared, Henry had packed those up as well.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, a muffled voice stating, "Maid service!"

Shit, Suzanne thought, she was out of time.

Quickly yelling "Five more minutes!" through the door, she ran back into the bathroom, slipping on her skirt and top before finally putting on her sneakers.

Looking into the mirror, she did not think she looked too bad, although she did pull up her hoodie to hide her hair before finally leaving the hotel room, waving to the maids by their cart in the next room.

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Suzanne took another sip of her chilled wine as she felt the heat of her arousal flood between her legs. She remembered how flustered and anxious she had been, going down the elevator and into the hotel lobby feeling practically naked with her crotch and ass bare, hidden only by the short tennis skirt.

And look at her now, her body sheathed by the dress and hiding nothing, her ass practically hanging out of the very same dress she had worn that weekend. But this time she wore stockings and garters, the tops of each visible to the entire lounge as she sat at her barstool, her legs crossed.

Even then she had felt a small thrill at the possibility of somebody discovering her secret, although she had avoided any sudden movements which would have caused her skirt to flare up and expose herself.

Looking at the time, she saw forty minutes had passed since Raimon had texted her, wondering how much longer she had to wait. Any reservations she had when she had arrived were gone, banished as her mind recalled the past events leading to this night and she drank glass after glass of white wine.

Back then she had been naïve, 'new' to extramarital sex, as well as uncertain about her unveiled submissive nature, but Henry had somehow known. He treated her as his plaything, which was his right, she thought with a thrill, recalling the rest of that day in her mind as she waited in the hotel bar...

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Getting into the car, Suzanne had gasped as the cold air conditioned leather hit her bare ass.

"You're late," Henry said.

She apologized as Henry grunted, pulling out of the hotel drive and getting on the highway.

Although she was expecting it, even anticipating, she still jerked involuntarily when Henry's hand moved to rest upon her upper thigh, his fingers slowly caressing her soft tanned flesh.

Suzanne felt her breasts tighten in response, a heat building deep within her stomach as Henry's hand touched her intimately. She could not believe how aroused she was getting. Much of it was due to already having had sex, her body already 'primed' for lust. She had always been more easily turned on after her and David having sex, but this time it was almost a deluge of lust. In addition, Henry's demeanor was more confident, familiarly stroking her flesh.

Of course, why would he not touch her familiarly? They had just participated in one of the most intimate acts between two people, the elderly man pleasuring her more than she had been in a long time, giving and taking, both their bodies locked in an intimate embrace. 

Even now she felt a thrill knowing some of him was inside her, his cum deep within her womb, coating her deep within.

She felt her heart begin to race and a heat build deep within her as Henry's hand slowly moved upwards, sliding to the inside of her thigh.

Barely realizing it, Suzanne slowly spread her legs, giving Henry complete access to her bare crotch, which he took complete advantage of, moving his hand up and gently stroking her mons.

"I love that you're completely shaved," he told her over the dull hum of the car on the highway. "Your cunt is so smooth and soft," he said to her.

Although crude, his words ironically made her feel sexy and at east as warmth suffused her body.

Suzanne gasped as Henry's finger ran up and down her slit, the tip quickly becoming slick and moist from her desire.

For the next hour Henry teased her, his hand gliding relentlessly across her skin, but never invasive, taunting and tormenting her to the point where she was undulating her hips in an attempt to have his fingers enter her before he pulled back, letting her calm down. 

She was a wound up bundle of sexual energy, aching for a release, but denied.

Her crotch was wet and glistening, Henry smearing her juices all over her, her pussy seemingly to have an endless supply of moisture for him to tap into and spread across her groin.

Other than commenting on her shaved crotch, Henry said nothing else, the car quiet except for her heavy breathing and the hum of the wheels upon the road.

Suzanne had never felt more alive, her body a tightly wound spring, at the mercy of a man who was not only much older, but almost a stranger.

"Why don't you unzip that top," Henry said quietly. 

Although he whispered the suggestion, it came loud to her ears.

Without any hesitation or question, Suzanne reached up and unzipped the hoodie, the front spreading open to expose the curves of her breasts as she sat back in the seat.

Henry lifted his hand, Suzanne's Kegel muscles clenching in response as he slid his hand across her breasts, opening the folds of the hoodie to completely expose her breasts in the car. Then he gently squeezed first her right, then her left breast, her yielding flesh bulging between his spread fingers.

Suzanne gasped as the man, his eyes continuing to focus upon the road while driving, tweaked one, then her other nipple, the heat within her flaring even hotter.

And then he moved his hands back between her legs, the halves of her top fallen to her sides, her breasts exposed directly to the air conditioned car—as well as any passing car.

But Suzanne did not mind as she let out a gasp of pleasure, Henry's finger finally sliding into her moist slit, her hips undulating as Henry slowly moved his finger in and out, up and down. Her hips hitched in surprise as Henry's finger stroked her clit, wanting him to both continue stroking the sensitive nub while still yearning to have him deeper inside her.

Henry was a master of female sexual anatomy and physiology, keeping her hovering on the brink of release for the remaining hour of their trip home. His finger would slide across her clit over and over, only to pull away before she could cum, his hand moving to play with her breasts, her nipples. 

Suzanne lost complete track of time, her mind completely focused upon Henry's hand where he touched her, her release so close, and yet denied. It was with complete surprise when the car stopped, having pulled into Henry's driveway.

As the engine turned off she looked at Henry, who turned towards her with a smile.

"You now have a choice dear Suzie," he told her, again using her childhood name.

She knew his choice of nickname was both to demean her, as well as stress his superiority over her; and it succeeded. Uncharacteristically, she welcomed the degradation, the humility and shame she felt fueling her arousal and lust even further.

"I had a wonderful time, and I will talk to you and David later," he told her, the car doors unlocking. "Right now you can leave and go across the street where I'm sure your husband is anxiously awaiting you," he smiled as she looked at him. "Or you can follow me into my house where I plan to fuck you until you can barely walk, driving my hard cock into your married pussy while your husband sits less than a hundred yards away waiting for you," he told her.

With that he got out of his car and walked down the front sidewalk, entering his house—leaving his front door wide open.

Suzanne did not even bother zipping up her top as got out of the car and followed her neighbor into his house, surprised when he told her to leave the front door open.

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Suzanne's Kegel muscles clenched as she tried to remain outwardly calm in the hotel bar, remembering Henry doing exactly as promised—her bent over his dining room table, her gaze directly upon her house through his wide opened door as he fed his ten-inch cock into her, fucking her as incessantly and vigorously as he had in the hotel.

And the whole time Suzanne's eyes were glued to her house where her husband was waiting for her.

She turned and looked at her husband in the hotel bar, remembering how she had gone home afterwards—on her promised wobbly legs—to find him in the bedroom, naked, his cast removed, waiting for her.

He did not deny canceling the room reservation, asking if it had been 'fruitful.' Even as he had lain there naked, his cock sticking straight up and available for the first time in months, Suzanne had gotten pissed at him for his scheming and deceit. And so she had told him about the night, as well as Henry fucking her just moments ago.

And then to her complete amazement, David had thrown her to the bed, entering her as wildly as Henry had, fucking her as vigorously as their honeymoon—as she came over and over.

Once more she clenched her crotch, remembering her and David fucking all night. Although his smaller size was obvious after Henry's long member inside her, the love they shared and the emotional bonds between them more than made up for Henry's length. With Henry the sex had been purely physical, while with her husband, it was much more.

Henry had fucked Suzanne many more times since then, all to David's urging and knowledge. It was a completely physical release, satisfying a deep dark side of her she never had wanted to reveal to herself, let alone her husband. His presence here tonight was the closest he had come to 'participating' in her affairs, but that had been at her insistence. David had suggested a threesome between them and Henry, but she had held him off, not wanting to contaminate their marriage by their lovemaking and her and Henry's pure fucking, David becoming less than the loving husband he was.

Her fucking Henry was due to the extenuating circumstances brought upon by David, their financial situation, and her own—then unknown—wicked desires, just as she was here tonight due to similar extenuating circumstances.

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a deep baritone voice behind her, somehow familiar. Turning around, Suzanne felt her entire body flush in anticipation as she looked into the eyes of her old high school coach, Douglas Rhode.

"Why hello Suzie, it has been a while," he said to her. "I can't believe how beautiful you have become," he said as she smiled at the compliment.

She was about to thank him, surprised at the chance meeting in the bar, when her heart stopped cold as the next words left his mouth, "I am so glad you waited for me."



Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01C



Author's Note: This is the third part of a three-part Chapter, so it is highly recommended you read the previous chapters to gain a better understanding of the characters, their circumstances, and their thoughts. This first chapter is a set-up for the rest of the series, which I plan for a 10 chapter series...

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Extenuating Circumstances 01 - The beginning part 3/3

Looking up into her high school coach's eyes, Suzanne immediately felt her crotch heat up as she involuntarily clenched her Kegel muscles, a flood of fluids seeping into her thong.

There was not one high school girl—back then or now—who had not had a secret crush on Coach Douglas Rhode. The man was the epitome of masculinity—tall, dark, and handsome, with short military-style cut hair, and a muscular body which every female wanted to run their hands and tongues across. He was now wearing a silk buttoned dress shirt that did little to hide his six-pack of abdominal muscles or his bulging biceps.

That high school infatuation had not diminished over the years, and Suzanne felt her entire body practically humming at the man's presence.

It took a moment for his words to sink into her comprehension.

"I am so glad you waited for me."

Coach Rohde was her mysterious date?

Once more a flush of heat suffused her crotch as her body and mind finally caught up with each other and she realized he was the one she had been waiting for.

Speechless, Suzanne could only look up at him. Even sitting on the tall bar stool the coach stood over her by a couple of feet. She was powerless to move, his masculine virility almost a physical embrace as it wrapped around her, not smothering, but as if she was cloaked in a warm cocoon.

Looking into his endless brown gaze, she felt her breasts tighten, her nipples screaming for release from her dress as her brain echoed with the thought of coach Rohde being her mysterious date.

Intensifying her body's reaction, the coach looked down at her as if she were completely naked, his eyes not missing any detail of her, from the curve of her breasts to the angle of her neck, down to the revealing of her stockings and garter belt—and everything in between.

Although the business men in the lounge had looked at her lasciviously all evening, but they each had been like a candlelight of arousal compared to the response her body had from the incredible flash of heat the coach caused gazing down at her. At that moment she forgot everybody, the bartender—who took the coach's order of a Scotch, neat—her husband, the men around her. Her entire universe focused around Coach Rohde.

He could have asked her to spread her legs right there and she would have done so, no questions or sense of propriety whatsoever.

"Suzie?" he asked, looking down at her with a grin. 

Apparently her reaction was not the first he had experienced from a woman. 

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

Her voice was hoarse, as if it had already experienced the imagined and anticipated sex the coach would take out on her as she said, "Yes sir."

He smiled, causing another wave of arousal to course through her. She could barely swallow nervously as he moved closer, placing his arm around her.

Immediately her skin ignited at his touch. Although several men had touched her similarly throughout the night—most recently Chad's fraternity friend—none of them had caused the contact to feel like molten lava as the coach's hand upon her skin was doing.

He smiled as she unconsciously leaned into him, her mind wanting to wrap her entire body around him.

Thanking the bartender who brought him his drink, Coach Rhode took a sip before smiling back at her as he said, "So I was quite surprised when I found out you were the one I was meeting tonight," he told her.

His eyes made no attempt at hiding his sexual interest in her, the knowledge they were here for one thing and one thing only plainly evident.

Again Suzanne's body heated. She had already resigned herself to go through with sleeping with a stranger, the extenuating circumstances of cancelling the foreclosure on their house outweighing any morals or qualms she had about one night stands or even again breaking her marriage vows. She had already broken her marriage vows with Henry, their elderly neighbor across the street—at her husband's urging no less—so although the prospect of sleeping with somebody gave her some pause, the threat of losing their home was much worse, so she had agreed. The fact her mysterious 'John' was actually her old high school coach was as close to any fantasy she had ever had come true.

The only thing that could have made the night better would have been the appearance of the second hottest teacher in school, her other high school crush being upon her math teacher Mr. Delatorre.

Whereas Coach Rohde was the epitome of male jock, Mr. Delatorre had been the ultimate 'GQ' type man, rugged with a persistent five-o'clock shadow, wavy black hair, and a lean muscular body. Not bodybuilder type muscular like the coach, but in an 'I don't take no shit from anybody' type of physique.

Now there was a fantasy, she thought with a smile. Having to please both of her high school crushes was a 'dark and hidden' fantasy she had almost forgotten and one she had shared with nobody.

It took her a moment to realize the coach was talking as she apologized, asking him to repeat what he said.

"I asked what Raimon had over you to get you to agree to this tonight," he smiled down at her, again the knowledge that she was here to have sex with him clearly evident in his gaze. He waved his drink towards her hand wrapped around her chilled white wine glass, her wedding ring glistening in the light as he said, "I heard you had married David Carter," he told her.

From his tone, it was evident he was not bothered by the fact she was married. In fact, his interest seemed to be even more piqued. Apparently the coach was the type who saw women with significant others as a conquest to be won. 

Suzanne took a big gulp of her chilled whine before replying.

"Our house is undergoing foreclosure. David was out of work and things got too far behind. This was the only alternative we could find," she said.

The coach smiled as he said, "You don't seem too upset at having to sleep with somebody outside of your marriage," he told her. Before she could reply, he continued, saying, "But then you and your sister were always more—open—with your thoughts and morals," he smiled, again causing Suzanne's crotch to heat up. "You know, I saw her a few months ago," he said, abruptly changing the subject. "Your sister, I mean. We caught her performing and I must say you both definitely came from the same mold," he grinned, his eyes practically caressing her breasts which were revealed to him from her dress.

Although her sister's 36D breasts were much more abundant than Suzanne's 34C's, her figure was more petite than Jen's giving the illusion of them both having similar body types. She and Jen had often joked if her breasts were the size of her sister's she would have been hunched over for life as she smiled to herself.

Her smile was obviously taken differently from the man leaning over her as she realized he saw it as an invitation and acquiescence.

She almost gasped as he bent down and whispered loudly in her ear, "I'm ready to leave when you are," he said, his warm breath heating her ear and sending an electrical charge of anticipation straight to her core. "I've fantasized for years about you writhing beneath me as I drove my cock into you, and I find I no longer have the patience to wait," he told her before leaning back and offering her his hand.

Suzanne's eyes widened as she gulped down the rest of her chilled wine, but she did not say a word as she set the empty glass down and took the coach's proffered hand, sliding off the barstool to her feet.

Although all her attention—her entire universe—was focused upon the touch of the coach's hand and the knowledge in only a few minutes he would be slacking his lust upon her body, Suzanne was also aware of every man in the lounge stopping what they were doing and looking at her. She had been the center of their attention for the past few hours, so her leaving with a man after all of them had failed was noteworthy, several of the businessmen smiling in appreciation at the knowledge of what would be happening to her soon. 

She looked at David, sitting off to the side, inconspicuous other than the heated gaze upon her—but that was no different than any of the other men's looks as she was led by the coach to the exit of the lounge. 

She vaguely noted Chad and his college friends were gone, somehow missing their exit—she had been too focused upon the coach's presence around her to care about anything else. A fire could have erupted around them and she would not have even noticed.

Unconsciously she leaned further into the coach's body, his muscular arm wrapping around her possessively as he guided her out of the hotel lounge and into the lobby, his confidence so palpable he was completely oblivious to the other men's stares upon them.

They were silent other than the 'clink-clank' of Suzanne's heels upon the floor of the hotel lobby as he led her to the hotel elevators, pressing the button for floor twenty. Raimon had told Suzanne and David earlier the room number, 2012, was reserved. David had one of the key cards should something happen, and apparently had given the coach one as well, as he said nothing when the elevator doors closed upon them, sealing them alone in the mirrored car.

Suzanne was acutely aware of the large man's presence as the elevator slowly rose, surprised when the coach reached over to the panel and flicked a switch, the elevator immediately stopping as the alarm began ringing down the shaft.

Looking at the tall man with a questioning gaze, he smiled down at her and said, "I find that waiting almost ten years to see that banging body of yours has reached its limit and I can't wait any longer," he told her over the din of the elevator alarm. "Take off your dress," he commanded.

She looked up at him, her eyes widening in surprise, saying, "What?" in complete shock. "Here? Now?" she stated as he smiled down at her.

The coach looked at her, and she felt her heart flutter at the pure lust in his gaze.

"It's either you or me, and I guarantee if I take it off you won't have anything left to wear out of here tomorrow," he grinned at her.

Suzanne did not question the man's words, having no doubts he would rip everything off her if she hesitated too long. Such thoughts raised her apprehension, which only fed her arousal as her exhibitionistic tendencies came to the forefront of her feelings.

Reaching up, she pulled the thick ribbon holding the dress up and over her head. As if following the coach's demands, the dress fell away from her breasts, the cool air of the elevator car hitting them as they were revealed to him. Immediately Suzanne's nipples tightened into granite nubs as she shimmied the rest of the dress past her hips, the satiny material falling around her ankles.

She caught her reflection in the mirror, standing practically naked, her breasts fully exposed wearing nothing but a black garter belt, stockings, a black lace thong, and her high heeled shoes as she felt her crotch become soaked with desire.

Suddenly the coach moved, faster than a snake striking, pushing her against the elevator wall.

Suzanne gasped, not as much from the cold surface of the elevator car pressing against her back as the coach bending down and taking first one, then her other nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue rasping across the hard nubs while his teeth clamped down upon them.

She moaned as her entire purpose became centered on being the object of this man's desire. She was no longer concerned about the elevator alarm, her public indecency, or even her husband down in the hotel lounge; she was only focused upon her lust. 

She was barely aware of the sound of a phone ringing, the coach picking up the receiver and apologizing for accidentally hitting the stop button, telling whomever was on the other end they would turn it back on shortly. 

Suzanne merely stood against the wall, panting, her breasts rising and falling to her shortened breaths. Looking down, she saw her nipples glistening in the lights, the coach's saliva coating each of them.

And then the coach turned once again back to her, taking her breasts into his mouth once again. Suzanne was surprised when she felt her stomach tighten, realizing she was on the verge of an orgasm when the coach suddenly moved away, the air of the elevator cold upon the wet tips of her breasts.

Suzanne's mind and body were so overcome with her desire she was completely oblivious to her surroundings, not even realizing the coach had turned the elevator back on until the 'ding' of the elevator came to her ears and the doors opened. Vaguely she was aware of them being on the nineteenth floor, but her mind barely registered that fact. 

Even then she probably would have simply stood there until the doors had closed had not Chad Mitchell, her next door neighbor's nineteen-year-old son, stepped into the elevator car with a bucket of ice!

"Oh, hey Coach Ro..." he started to say, his welcome to the coach immediately silenced as he saw Suzanne—naked except for her garters, stockings, thong, and high heeled shoes—standing in the elevator car.

Her mind clouded by lust, Suzanne watched as Chad's face went through several phases as his brain recognized first the presence of a woman in the car, then the knowledge of her being almost completely naked, before sudden realization hitting him as he recognized who she was.

Her entire body flushed with embarrassment, shame, and mortification, every sensation only fueling her lust and desire, the intensity of her body's reaction unbelievable as her nipples hardened even further.

She looked down where Chad was gazing, seeing her breasts glistening with the coach's saliva as she heard the coach say, "Well isn't this a nice little high school reunion," he laughed as her and Chad stared at each other.

Suzanne was like a deer in the headlights, unable to even move until the coach put his arm around her and guided her off the elevator—she had not even realized they had reached their floor.

As they walked out of the elevator the coach looked over his shoulder, telling Chad, "Sorry to have to run, but Suzie and I have some unfinished business to attend to," he told the younger man, guiding Suzanne down the hallway almost naked.

She continued walking down the hallway with the coach's arm around her until they both turned, hearing Chad call out her name.

Chad was running to catch up to them, holding out a black piece of cloth and it took Suzanne a moment to realize it was her dress, having forgotten it on the elevator floor!

"You might not need this now, but you'll probably want it when you meet up with Mr. Carter," he told her with a grin, Suzanne's body turning pink in humiliation at the young man's knowing smile, quietly taking the bundle of cloth in her hand as the coach turned her back down the hallway.

They stopped at a room, Suzanne seeing the gold numbers 2012, and watched as the coach pushed a keycard into the slot, verifying her earlier assumption he had a key, as the coach opened the room.

Suddenly she gasped as the coach's hand cupped her ass, squeezing her cheeks firmly as he roughly pushed her into the room—but not before she glanced back, seeing Chat watching them intently. 

But she had little time to wonder what her neighbor's son thought as she was pushed into the room, the door closing with a small 'snick' as her heels sank into the plush carpet.

Glancing around the room, she saw it was a typical higher-end hotel room, consisting of a small sitting area in one corner with a television, a small wet bar where there were several bottles of champagne on ice, as well as the door leading to what looked to be a spacious bathroom.

But what dominated the room was the king-sized bed, taking up over two thirds of the room.

Suzanne's heart began to race, both in apprehension and anticipation as she realized she would soon be upon that bed, having who knows what done to her.

She jerked in startlement as the coach put his hands upon her shoulders, gently applying pressure.

Looking at him, she saw him smiling as he told her, "I think we can skip with any pleasantries," he said, his eyes practically caressing her body as he pushed her down, "we both know why we are here, so let's not waste any time."

Suzanne felt a flush of heat through her body, uncertain if it was shame or arousal, as she meekly complied to the coach's pressure on her shoulders, lowing herself to her knees before the muscular man.

Her mouth instantly began to water as she saw the coach's erection, obvious even through his trousers, and without needing any guidance, Suzanne reached up and unbuckled his belt before unfastening his pants, letting them fall to the ground.

Two things surprised her. First the coach was going commando, there being no need to pull away his underpants and lower them, his cock springing out immediately and pointing towards her. But it was the second thing that dominated her thoughts as she looked at the coach's cock.

It. Was. Huge!

The coach's cock was not big in the sense of Henry, whose length often left Suzanne feeling a deep pain following sex due to his continuous assault upon her cervix—although the coach's cock was at least eight or nine inches and gave Henry's dick a run for the money. No, what caused her eyes to open wide was the girth, her hand unable to completely surround it as she reached out and took hold of it, moving her entire arm to slowly stroke it.

"That's it Suzie. I've been wanting this for years," the high school coach said.

She could only stare at the massive handful of meat, seeming to grow even larger as she stroked it. She was not even aware of the coach reaching down and guiding her head towards his erect cock.

Without any hesitation Suzanne opened her mouth, taking the head of the man's cock into her mouth, surprised when she had to open her jaw even further to get it to slide in as she began sucking the first quarter of his cock.

Suzanne was pleased to hear the coach groan in pleasure as her hot mouth engulfed his cock, her satisfaction at pleasing the man causing the heat between her legs to reach an almost unbearable temperature. Using her hand to both steady the salami-sized member as well as stroke it, her lips stretched taut over the soft velvety skin, she sped up her movements, her head bobbing back and forth in front of him.

Once she built up enough saliva in her mouth, Suzanne began to take more of the fat manhood into her mouth, moaning as she became completely absorbed in what she was doing, barely aware of the coach guiding her movements as he moved her head back and forth, his sighs of content accompanied by the slurps and suction sounds caused by her orally ministrations upon his dick.

Due to his massive girth, Suzanne was only able to take in a little over half of the coach's cock—her larynx simply too small for the rest of the massive head to slide in. Yet even that much was apparently impressive to the coach, who told her nobody had ever taken him so deeply than her before.

She began target-fixated, totally unaware of her surroundings, her sole purpose in satisfying the coach with her mouth.

Using her own saliva as lubricant, she spat upon the shaft, sliding her hand up and down the long fleshy cylinder as she again took him into her mouth, his rock-hard shaft in sharp contrast to the soft velvety skin surrounding it.

Drool was pouring down her chin, her saliva dripping not only on to her breasts, but the inside of her thighs as she vigorously worked on the coach's cock.




Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01C



Suddenly the room burst into song, Lenny Kravitz' 'Are You Gonna Go My Way' playing. Without realizing it, Suzanne sped up her pace to match the song, her head moving back and forth rapidly as she continued to suck her former high school coach's cock, her jaw becoming sore due to having to open her mouth so wide.

"Hello?" she heard above her, the music stopping as the coach surprisingly answered the phone in the middle of her sucking him off.

Even without the music, Suzanne kept up the fast-paced rhythm, only half listening to the one-sided conversation as the steady repetitive 'squilrup-squilrup' sounds filled the room, escaping from her mouth.

"Dude, what's up?" the coach asked into the phone, keeping one hand guiding her head as the other held his phone to his ear.

"Well, you'll never guess in a million years whose mouth is currently on the receiving end of my cock," he said, Suzanne feeling even more degraded from the coach's crude talk.

Her attention was drawn back to her blowjob as the coach began lunging his hips forward, his cock getting even firmer within her mouth as he slammed into the back of her throat.

"Fuck, close. Try her little sister," she heard the coach say.

Most of Suzanne's attention was on trying not to choke as he thrusted deeper into her mouth, only half listening to the conversation.

"No I'm not shitting you. Look, I'm at the Hilton," he was saying. "Yeah, that one, room twenty-twelve, just get a keycard from the front desk," he said as his hips began moving faster. "Fuck, I gotta go, just get here and remember to take the blue pill, Neo," he said.

"Fuck!" the coach cried out, and Suzanne knew he was no longer on the phone as her mouth began to fill with warm thick fluid, the coach cumming into the back of her throat.

Suzanne gagged as the coach thrusted his hips forward, his cock blocking her throat as cum filled her mouth. Having nowhere else to go, she felt it spill past her lips and down her chin before she was able to pull back enough to start swallowing.

"Well aren't you the eager one," she heard the coach say above in her happily, as she sucked on his cock with renewed fervor, her hand squeezing the shaft as she milked more of his bitter-tasting sperm into her throat. "That's a good girl," the coach urged her on.

Even after he had cum and she had milked him dry, she continued to suck the coach's fat cock, amazed he remained hard. Her jaw continued to ache, saliva once more drooling down her chin, mixing with the previous spit and saliva, as well as cum, which was dribbling down her neck and breasts. 

Suddenly the coach pushed on her forehead, pushing her back as his cock left her mouth with a loud 'Speluech!' 

"That's enough sucking for now you little cock whore," the coach said amicably. "Right now I'm dying to desecrate that married pussy of yours," he grinned at her upturned face. 

Nodding to the bed, he told her to crawl on it. Without a word Suzanne complied, kneeling on her hands and knees, her high-heeled feet hanging off the bed.

She was surprised when she felt a sharp tug at her hips, the sound of ripping and tearing as the coach tore off her lace thong, not bothering to pull it off her as he stepped behind her, between her legs.

At this point Suzanne was wetter than a children's waterpark, so the coach's cock met no resistance as she felt him press upon her slit, groaning out loud as the head of his cock began to sink into her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out. "It's fucking huge!" she said as the coach laughed behind her.

Suzanne felt her vaginal walls grow tight on all ends as the large cock entered her, spreading her wide open. Up until now, she had only had David, who was what she considered 'normal' and Henry, who although long, was still average sized in terms of girth. Not Coach Rohde, who continued to push forward, steadily entering her, plowing what seemed like a new passage into her cunt.

To her surprise, Suzanne suddenly came, her vaginal muscles clamping down upon the large cock inside her as she moaned out loud, "Ohhhhh...shit! Unghkaiii!"

The last was her grunt as the coach slammed completely into her, his cock going well past the point her husband could have reached and sinking almost to the point of Henry's realm—but again, it was the girth of the massive cock that blew her mind, her nerve endings stretched beyond known limitations as she again orgasmed around the monster cock.

"Fuck you're a tight little bitch," the coach said as he began sliding his cock out, then back in, his rhythm steadily increasing as Suzanne continued to orgasm, his thrusts triggering yet another release within her.

Suzanne could not get enough of the coach's cock as she rocked back, impaling herself on the massive member.

The room echoed with her grunts and the 'smock-smock-smock' of their bodies hitting each other. Although the coach held her hips, he was no longer moving, instead letting Suzanne fuck him, her petite athletic body slamming back and forth into him. 

Her head hung forward, her hair hanging down her face and swaying back in forth in parallel with her breasts, which rocked erratically like obscene inverted jellyfish each time she slammed into him.

Suzanne's body was racked with orgasms, and she lost all track of time, only wanting to prolong the almost infinite stream of orgasms coursing through her being as the large cock slid in and out of her core.

Her body was coated with sweat, beads of salty fluid splashing into her eyes, off her nose and chin, tickling her skin as it rolled down her sides and breasts, but she could no more stop her movements than deny herself breathing, slamming her body continuously against Coach Rohde and impaling herself upon his cock.

Abruptly she was thrown forward, the coach's body pinning her to the bed as he began furiously fucking her from behind, his cock plowing in and out of her so fast she could not tell when he was pulling out or pushing in. His entire body practically bounced upon hers, driving it into the bed over and over. Then he slammed into her one more time and she felt an immense orgasm course through her, literally screaming out as her high school coach came inside her, filling her married pussy with his bitter adulterous spunk.

Suzanne moaned as the large cock throbbed within her, her cunt stretched so tightly around it she felt every pulse, every twitch deep within her.

Although the coach had already cum from her blowjob, it felt like he was emptying a gallon of cum inside her, the hot sensations of each jet of ejaculate sending her further over the edge.

"Fuck you were telling the truth! I would have bet everything I owned you were bullshitting me," she heard a new—and somewhat familiar—voice say behind her.

She felt her body shake from the coach laughing on top of her as she heard him say, "Dude, you won't believe how fucking good she is," he said as Suzanne felt a bit of pride course through her. "But I think I ruined her pussy for you and her husband," he laughed as he pulled off of her.

Suzanne let out a moan as the fat cock slowly slithered out of her until she felt the cool air of the room blowing upon her bare wet slit.

"Shit, you just warmed her up," the other man laughed.

With the coach no longer pinning her to the bed, Suzanne turned around, her eyes opening wide as she finally realized who was in the room.

Earlier she had joked to herself saying her fantasies would be complete if her previous Math teacher, Mr. Jim Delatorre, joined them. And now he was standing in the room, in the flesh, while she laid upon the bed, freshly fucked by one of her other high school teachers.

And Mr. Delatorre was literally in the flesh, being completely naked, his perfect cock sticking out before him.

Suzanne's eyes were glued to the man's member, and only one word came to mind—perfect. He was neither too large like the coach, nor too long like Henry, but perfect to his body's proportion, being roughly eight inches or so long—much longer and wider than her husband David—but something she knew she would be happy servicing.

She felt a moment of guilt at her thoughts, knowing she loved her husband. Being here was merely due to extenuating circumstances to resolve their house's foreclosure, but she might as well make the best of it, she thought, unable to pry her eyes from the perfect cock several feet away.

"Hello Suzie," Mr. Delatorre said with a smile. "I see you have been a good little girl," he told her with a chuckle.

Suzanne's pussy clenched at the buttery smoothness of his voice. Although Mr. Delatorre had a body that would put any model on the cover of GQ Magazine to shame, it was his voice that turned every woman into a puddle of mush in his wake.

After the vigorous fucking she had received from Coach Rohde, she was surprised to feel waves of anticipatory arousal course through her core, her body secreting even more fluids, mixing with the coach's cum and oozing out her slit.

Suzanne felt nothing but lust after being fucked by the largest cock she had ever seen, so even though she was lying naked on the bed before her math teacher, cum from her high school coach leaking out of her slit, she felt no shame or humiliation. In fact, her thoughts were entirely lascivious.

"Suzie, why don't you greet Mr. Delatorre like the proper slutty hot wife you are," Coach Rohde said.

Even being called a slut did not bother her. Had she not come to this hotel knowing she would be fucking a complete stranger—with her husband's knowledge and agreement? And was she not now naked, in front of two naked men—one of whom she now had a load of cum not only in her pussy be in her stomach? If anything the coach's words described exactly who she was at that moment.

So with a smile and barely a hesitation she got to her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed before she sat up, then slowly slid off the bed on to her knees in front of the other naked man.

She smiled happily as her former math teacher muttered, "Holy fuck, that body is banging!"

Once more without any hesitation she leaned forward, taking Mr. Delatorre's lovely cock into her mouth. Reaching around, she wrapped her hands around his firm buttocks, pulling him forward as his penis slid between her lips and into her mouth. 

Suzanne felt the man's hips jerked as her hot mouth encased half of his cock, moaning as he continued to jerk while she slowly sucked the rigid member, guiding it further into her mouth. Her tongue roamed across the velvety skin of his hard shaft and she once again moaned, the salty taste of sweat and pre-cum filling her mouth and causing it to water up.

"Fuck, this is a dream come true," she heard the math teacher say, echoing the coach's earlier sentiments as she felt the familiar sensation of a hand grabbing the crown of her head.

Mr. Delatorre began guiding her head up and down his cock, and Suzanne began sucking in rhythm with his movements.

Suzanne may have not been able to deep throat the coach, but Mr. Delatorre's cock, although still bigger than David's, was more manageable. As her mouth filled with saliva she pushed the fluid to the back of her throat and slowly moved her head forward, loosening her throat as her Math teacher's dick slid into her larynx.

"Holy fuck!" Mr. Delatorre sighed as his cock sunk completely into her throat, her nose pressing against the small patch of pubic hair on his groin. "Jesus, she's taking the entire thing," he muttered as he began pumping his cock in and out of her throat while holding her head.

"She is the best cocksucker we've ever had," Coach Rohde agreed.

Suzanne did not miss the fact the two men were completely comfortable being naked together, the coach's words only confirming her suspicions this was not the first time the two had shared a partner.

The thought of having both men pleasuring her, fucking one while she sucked another, was too much and as her mind wandered, she suddenly realized she needed to breath.

Suzanne pushed back on Mr. Delatorre's hips, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a loud suction sound. At the same time, a large bolus of frothy spit poured out of her mouth and down her chin, then on to her chest as she panted for air.

She continued stroking Mr. Delatorre's cock while she caught her breath, and then without missing a stroke took him in her mouth and throat once again.

This time he grabbed her head with both hands, thrusting wildly into her mouth, literally fucking her face as Suzanne now held on to his hips only for support, keeping her mouth wide open as the teacher face fucked her.

She was able to breathe as he pulled back, so timed her short breaths to match his thrusts, not doing anything other than concentrating on breathing as the teacher fucked her mouth.

Suddenly he slammed into her, grinding her face once more into his crotch as her throat heated up and his hot cum began pumping into her esophagus. But Suzanne was not going to be denied the taste of her favorite teacher's load, so pushed back, sucking on the throbbing cock as wave upon wave of warm sperm filled her mouth.

Surprisingly the math teacher's cum was not bitter, instead having a sweetness to it that Suzanne found delicious, and with a moan began eagerly sucking his cock, her hand squeezing and draining every drop out of him.

"Fuck, she is relentless," she heard above her as she eagerly drained his cock.

Like Coach Rohde, instead of becoming flaccid, Mr. Delatorre's cock remained rock hard. Having been on the receiving end of Henry when he had taken Viagra, she wondered if the men had prepared beforehand. The thought of both men planning to fuck her all night caused her pussy muscles to clench and she moaned around Mr. Delatorre's cock.

"Suzie, why don't you come up here on the bed so we can all be more comfortable," she heard the coach say behind her.

Reluctantly she pulled Mr. Delatorre's cock out of her mouth and turned her head. Coach Rohde was laying on the bed, his large cock sticking up in the air like an obscene flagpole and Suzanne knew she wanted it inside her NOW.

Leaving Mr. Delatorre standing by the bed, Suzanne climbed back up on the bed, still in her stockings, garters, and high heels. Seeing the lustful gazes of both men watching her, she decided to keep them on as she straddled Coach Rohde's waist. 

Looking down, she smiled at him as he put his arms behind his head, clearing indicating she was in charge.

Suzanne's stomach did a flip flop. The coach's actions and her eagerness in fucking him was proof of his earlier statement, that she was a slut, a cock whore whose sole purpose was pleasuring the men in the room. This was not about pleasuring her, this was all about them satisfying their lust upon her body until they were completely spent, regardless of her own release or satisfaction. Without saying a word or even touching her, he was showing how much he was in control by making her do the work.

With a mixture of shame and arousal Suzanne reached down and grasped the coach's hard cock, slowly lowering herself on to him—like the slutty hot wife he had labeled her.

Suzanne moaned as the coach's cock once again spread her completely open, practically cleaving her in half as her pussy stretched wide to accommodate his large girth.

Once again it was a testament to how aroused she was, his cock easily sliding into her stretched cunt from her self-lubrication, as she let gravity have its way, dropping down upon the coach's cock and sheathing the large member inside of herself.

Not having had something so large in her before tonight, and in the position she was in, it felt like she had been mounted upon a flagpole. The massive member invaded her completely, cleaving into her as she once again marveled such a large thing could actually fit inside her. Not wanting to let go of the sensation, she began slowly moving her hips forward and backwards, sliding the coach's cock up one side of her pussy and then down the other.

At first her movements were subtle, the coach's member sliding across her innards like delicate waves, but soon her movements became more pronounced. The coach grasped her hips, as much guiding her as holding her onto his cock, and Suzanne was barely aware of herself moaning uncontrollably as the coach's massive member slid in and out of her, too intent on fucking him as much as he was fucking her.

Before long she realized she needed more, so bending forward and placing her hands upon the coach's shoulders, she began raising and lowering her body, driving the coach's cock in and out of her slit, fucking him in pronounced, deliberate strokes.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex, the slapping of their bodies against each other, the squishing of Coach Rohde's cock driving into her cunt, and both their moans as she vigorously rode him, intent upon nothing else around her.

She was so intent upon fucking him, she let out a squeal of surprised when her breasts were grabbed. As the coach's hands were still upon her hips, she realized she had forgotten about Mr. Delatorre!

Letting out a large moan as he kneaded her breasts, one hand clamping down upon her hard left nipple, Suzanne leaned back into him, still riding the coach's cock as another man felt her up.

Turning her head to look at him, she moaned as Mr. Delatorre kissed her passionately, his tongue driving into her mouth as she leaned against his bare chest, his hands wrapped around her and kneading her breasts while Coach Rohde's hands held her hips, raising and lowering her faster upon his cock.

The sensation of being sandwiched between two men, fucking one while making out and being felt up by another, was too much for her senses and she moaned into Mr. Delatorre's mouth as she orgasmed, her pussy becoming even wetter as her muscles tightly grasped the coach's cock.

Suzanne was completely caught up in the sex, being nothing more than a ragdoll to be fucked as she was raised and lowered, impaled over and over upon the coach's cock, while Mr. Delatorre felt her up and violated her mouth with his own. Orgasm after orgasm passed through her from her stretched twat as the coach's cock plowed into her.

So intent upon the cock she was rising, she was barely aware of Mr. Delatorre breaking his kiss, his hands sliding off her breasts to push her forward.

Immediately her mouth was met by Coach Rohde, and with a groan their tongues began dancing within each other's mouths as his hands continued to lift and drop her upon his cock.

Lust was coursing through Suzanne as she eagerly returned the coach's sordid kiss, while continuing to ride his cock. Her orgasms were practically endless as her entire body quivered uncontrollably while her body was guided her up and down his shaft.

Meanwhile Mr. Delatorre's hands roamed across her body, seeming everywhere at once, making his presence known, but not taking away from the coach's ravaging of her body. It was like being felt up by an octopus, her former teacher feeling her in places she never would have consented by anybody but her husband only a year ago.

Suzanne was floating upon a sea of lust, completely oblivious to all but her body's releases, the gliding of Coach Rohde's cock in and out of her slit the center of the universe while his tongue invaded her mouth.

Her body stilled before her mind even grasped what was happening, as the coach abruptly put his arms around her back, pulling her forcibly forward as his tongue rammed into her throat. 

Then her eyes opened wide as she realized what had caused her body to still, a cool firm sensation pressing firmly against her anus. It was at that moment she realized Mr. Delatorre's hands were spreading her ass cheeks, firmly gripping her while the coach held her still leaning forward.

It was the math teacher's cock pressing upon her virgin ass!




Extenuating Circumstances Ch. 01C



Suzanne screamed "No!" but all that came out was a muffled "Mmoahmm" sound as her face was pressed against the coach's, her denial undiscernible as she yelled into his mouth.

"Shh, just relax," she heard Mr. Delatorre say behind her as she felt the pressure against her ass hole tighten, her former teacher pushing forward.

In the blink of an eye the head of his cock popped into her asshole, Suzanne letting out another cry into Coach Rohde's mouth.

She attempted to struggle, but the coach had her firmly against his chest, and her movements only facilitated Mr. Delatorre's cock moving further into her rectum.

Instantly she stilled.

Although she had heard stories on how painful anal sex was, Suzanne was surprised to only feel a profound pressure, not akin to going to the bathroom, only in reverse. Unlike what she imagined anal sex to be like, the taboo nature actually was a turn-on, although she was thankful Mr. Delatorre's cock was not as big as Coach Rohde's. 

As Mr. Delatorre pushed further into her and Suzanne focused upon her ass, she realized it was not altogether unpleasant, the 'full' feeling of releasing a long anticipated bowel movement now crossing into a sexual domain.

Tenuously she pushed back, feeling the math teacher's cock slide further into her ass and she moaned into the coach's mouth, the sensation completely unique to anything she had experienced before, and one completely intimate. She could feel her sphincter stretch, but it was no worse than she had ever felt on the toilet.

Once again she pushed back as Mr. Delatorre said, "That's a good girl, take it slowly."

The thought of having two men's cocks inside her, one in her ass and the other in her pussy, was too much, and Suzanne again moaned into the coach's mouth as she pushed back even further.

Suzanne realized she was no longer behind held down and raised herself up with her arms, feeling Mr. Delatorre's hands slide up to once again grab her breasts.

"Aw fuck, yeah!" she cried as the teacher pushed forward, the rest of his cock sliding into her rectum as his body pressed against hers, while Mr. Rohde's cock impaled her at the same time. The coach's cock slid into her more because of her change in position, the coach not guiding her any longer and letting her dictate her movements.

The feeling of being double penetrated was incredible, and it took her a moment to get used to the new sensation, thankful Coach Rohde was content to let her sit with his cock embedded within her as she focused upon her first anal experience. The feeling was amazing, almost as if she were having a bowel release as the Math teacher pulled back, only to have him push forward giving her a completely 'full' feeling once again.

The 'taboo' nature of the sexual act was not lost on her, and added to her pent up arousal. As Mr. Delatorre began pumping back and forth, fucking her ass, Suzanne moaned, once more succumbing to the situation as she gave her body completely to the mercy of the two men. She let out another moan as Coach Rohde's began moving, the two men alternating their movements, sliding in and out of her orifices, first one, and then the other. After several minutes they began moving in synch, raising and lower Suzanne's body so their cocks both slid out of her at the same time, then plunged into her again.

The unique sensation of having two cocks within her was more than her mind could take and she let out a loud moan, half screaming as her body was once again overwhelmed by orgasms, these even more powerful than before.

Her body was nothing but something the men were there to use her mind repeated, her body going completely limp as the men took control, fucking her simultaneously in the ass and her pussy, cascades of orgasms flowing through her.

Then the rhythm changed as Mr. Delatorre began moving faster, pushing his cock into her almost twice as fast as Coach Rohde. The disparate asynchronous fucking triggered a new wave of orgasms through her as her math teacher's body slammed his cock vigorously into her bowels and Suzanne knew he was about to cum, that he was about to christen his sodomy of her.

"Oh God yes, fuck my ass!" she cried over the 'flop-flop-flop-flop' of their bodies slamming together.

All of their bodies were coated with sweat, and as Mr. Delatorre's body slapped into hers she felt Coach Rohde begin to pump his cock faster within her vagina as well.

"Hold it a bit longer Jim!" Coach Rohde said to the other man, "Let's fill this bitch up together," he gasped as his large cock pummeled into her as fast as the other man.

Suzanne's body was literally flopping back and forth between the two men, bent over at a forty-five degree angle as her mind and body exploded over and over, another series of orgasms flooding through her at her body's defilement by the two men.

Suddenly Mr. Delatorre let out a loud grunt, his cock slamming into her ass. Suzanne let out an accompanying guttural scream, cumming even harder as she felt his shaft begin to expand and contract against her stretched sphincter as he came. The very thought of a man cumming inside her bowels—that she was no longer an anal virgin, her ass defiled by a man who was practically a stranger and not her husband—sent her over the edge, causing her to cum again and again, her body shaking in an epileptic fit, her mouth hanging open and drooling as she was overwhelmed with sexual release.

Through the fog of her passion she was aware of Coach Rohde likewise slamming into her pussy with a loud grunt, the heated feeling deep within her stomach trigging an explosion unlike she had ever felt as he too came, releasing his load of sperm deep within her womb.

The very thought of being fucked by two men simultaneously—both coming together within her ass and pussy, her body infused by their cum at the same time—was too much for Suzanne as she let out a scream of release, her mind practically shorting out as she came over and over, her body going limp and held up purely by the two men as her eyes rolled back into her head.

How long she was in that perpetual state of orgasmic release she could not tell—seconds, minutes, weeks, or months—but eventually she felt Mr. Delatorre pull back, whimpering at the loss of his cock as it slid out of her ass.

She flushed in embarrassment as a loud wet fart filled the room, but neither man said a word or even acknowledged her body's vulgar expression of air and cum as she collapsed in exhaustion against Coach Rohde's chest. Their skin was slick from sweat, and she found herself sliding off to the side of him on the bed where she lay in complete exhaustion.

Suzanne drifted in a state of delirium, losing track of time as she lay face down on the bed, barely aware of the sensations of cum leaking out not only from her pussy, but from her no-longer-virgin asshole as she recovered from her body and mind having been completely overwhelmed by the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced.

She could not believe what had just happened to her, being completely and thoroughly fucked simultaneously by two men—and from the looks of both men's erections, the night was not yet over!

Suzanne rolled over onto her back, closing her eyes as she tried to recuperate from the vigorous sex she had just been subjected. She may have dozed off, as the next thing she was aware of was the bed shifting as somebody moved closer. Still too overcome to open her eyes, she grinned as something firm and wet pressed against her lips. 

Without opening her eyes, she opened her mouth and let the hard cock slip past her lips, gliding into her mouth and across her tongue as she swirled it around the hardened shaft.

Based upon the size, she could tell it was Mr. Delatorre's cock, moaning around the hard shaft as she turned to her side, allowing him to slide more of his shaft into her, closing her lips as she began to suck blindly upon the proffered cock.

Her mouth was filled with a bitter taste as she realized his cock was coated with lubricant—then her eyes opened in sudden understanding, realizing his cock had just been in her ass!

As if reading her mind and guessing her sudden reluctance, Mr. Delatorre's hips slammed forward, his cock slamming fully into her mouth, impaling itself into the back of her throat.

Suzanne was overwhelmed with shock as the teacher's cock plunged further into her throat, the lubrication allowing him to slide easily past her larynx as he abruptly began to once again face fuck her for the second time tonight.

Turning her body to the side to get more comfortable, all she could do is keep her mouth open and her throat relaxed to allow her former high school teacher to have his way with her throat. 

She was amazed at how hard he was after just cumming--in her ass no less—as his hard cock plunged in and out of her throat, the loud gurgling and wet choking-sucking sounds filling the hotel room.

Her attention was completely absorbed by the cock pumping into her mouth, no longer caring where it had been when she began to vaguely become aware of Coach Rohde's hands sliding over her hips and ass, gently kneading her ass cheeks.

Suddenly she let out a yell of surprise, the sound coming out as, "Archkchtaptak!" as her exclamation was caught within her throat by the head of Mr. Delatorre's cock. Her cry was soon followed by a guttural moan, again broken by the deep thrust of the teacher's cock, the sound echoing within the room with a loud, "Mhmuchthukmmm!"

What had startled her was Coach Rohde, who had plunged a well-lubricated finger into her ass—her first cry one of shock, followed by a moan of reawakened lust as the well-built man began vigorously plunging his digit in and out of her ass.

For the second time not only tonight, but in her entire life, one of the most intimate parts of her body—and one she had never associated with sex—was violated. Meanwhile Mr. Delatorre continued pistoning his cock into her face.

To Suzanne's amazement her mind exploded with release, an orgasmic flood erupting through her from the complete degradation of her body by the two men, one ravaging her mouth without any thought for her pleasure or comfort, the other exploring a part of her that up until tonight, had only been used to relieve her bodily functions.

She let out another broken, guttural moan around the mouthful of cock as the coach moved his finger up and down, then to the left and right, contorting her anal sphincter in ways God had never intended and yet sending thrills of pleasure throughout her being.

Her body and mind were a whirlwind of sensations, unable to completely focus on what was going on as her ass and mouth were ravished by the two men.

Her attention was split between the two ends of her body, much of her attention on breathing whenever the cock ravaging her face pulled back, gasping for a quick breath of air before it plunged back into her painful throat.

She groaned when the coach removed his finger, the room echoing with her guttural staccato longing sound, "Unkgachtunhacht!"

Momentarily disappointed, she was gladdened when she felt the cool pressure of his finger once again pressing against the puckered sphincter.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide as she felt her ass open wider and wider, abruptly realizing it was not the coach's finger entering her ass, but his large cock!

As if given a queue to distract her, Mr. Delatorre grabbed her head, slamming his cock deep into her throat as he began furiously plunging his cock over and over deep into her mouth and throat and all her attention was drawn towards her head and being able to breath.

The coach's cock snaked into her, and Suzanne let out a broken, 'Unkgach-Unkgach-Unkgach' mixed moan and grunt around the math teacher's cock slamming in and out of her mouth.

Suzanne continued to groan around the plunging cock of her former math teacher as her ass stretched, and stretched, her sphincter feeling as if it would rip as it was widened further and further to accommodate the coach's large cock.

And yet the sensation was not entirely painful, Suzanne overcome with a completely 'filled' feeling spreading through her as her ass finally quit stretching, the feelings now replaced by the slithering entrance of Coach Rohde's fat cock sliding deeper and deeper into her bowels. Soon the pain was replaced by pleasure as the coach completely sheathed his cock into her ass and colon.

Suddenly Mr. Delatorre pulled completely out of her mouth, her eyes opening in surprise as it pulled in front of her face covered in frothy saliva. And then he began ejaculating, large jets of white sperm shooting out of his cock on to her face, into her hair, as well as into her still opened mouth.

"Fuck yeah!" Mr. Delatorre moaned as he pumped his cock with his hand, showering Suzanne's face with warm jets of liquid.

But she could barely focus upon what was happening in front of her as Coach Rohde began sliding in and out of her ass, his large cock feeling as if somebody's arm were reaching into her bowels to grab her stomach.

Now unobstructed by Mr. Delatorre's cock, Suzanne moaned as she panted, grunting, "Oh God yes! Fuck my ass with that big cock coach!"

And her former coach obliged, thrusting into her ass over and over, his large cock plowing its way into her intestinal tract over and over.

Suzanne's world flashed into a white haze as the coach reached down between her legs and pressed his fingers upon her clit, triggering another wave of orgasms as he continued to sodomize her, the 'slop-slop-slop' sounds of his body hitting her ass over and over accompanying her moans and yells.

Once again her eyes rolled into her head, cumming intensely as the coach relentlessly fucked her ass. Her mouth still hung open, drool and cum running out of her mouth and down her cheeks as she flopped like a rag doll.

She was vaguely aware of Mr. Delatorre rubbing his cock across her face, smearing his cum and her spit all over her cheeks and forehead, but she was too absorbed in her orgasmic releases, too focused upon Coach Rohde fucking her ass unremittingly.

And then she grunted as he plunged into her on final time, his entire cock buried within her bowels as he yelled out, "Fuck!" cumming deep within her.

Suzanne could only groan as she felt his cock pulse against the tight ring of her anal sphincter, essentially feeling the waves upon waves of sperm being pulsed down his shaft and pumped into her.

She laid there for several minutes, one man's cum all over her face, another's cock buried deep within her ass. Glancing at the clock she was surprised to see it was already three in the morning—she had been in the room for four hours! In that time she had been thoroughly used, her married body defiled more than anything she could have imagined—and she had loved it.

Both men had ravished every orifice of her body, leaving their loads of cum in her pussy, her ass, and her throat. Her skin was tacky and wet with sweat, spit, and their cum, the men leaving their marks not only internally, but externally.

She groaned, a small ripple of contractions coursing through her as the coach began to pull his long large cock out of her ass. Suzanne whimpered at the vacancy left by the coach's cock, suddenly feeling warmth upon her hip.

Glancing over, she saw his cock was still oozing a slow stream of cum upon her hip as the coach wiped his cock upon her, covering her body with his defilement—and she loved it.

Hearing a noise she turned to look on the other side of the room and saw Mr. Delatorre getting dressed. Soon Coach Rohde joined him, while she still lay upon the bed, naked and reeking of sex, cum leaking out of her ass and vagina, as well as down her face, which she still had not yet wiped off.

"Suzie, you have been a wonderful hostess," the coach smiled at her, "and I will let Raimon know his debt has been paid and then some," he smiled at her.

Suzanne looked up at the two men in slight surprise, having forgotten the reason she was here—not only to save her own house, but to pay off a gambling debt her neighbor bank manager owed to the coach.

"If you ever get into debt again, feel free to give us a call," Mr. Delatorre smiled as he and the coach then left the room without another word, leaving her still lying upon the bed.

She must have passed out then, as the next thing she was aware of, was a 'clicking' noise in the room. Opening her eyes to the dim light of the room, she was momentarily startled seeing a figure standing over her before she realized it was David.

It took her a few more moments before she realized he was holding his phone up, the 'clicking' noise his camera.

"Raimon wanted proof you fulfilled your bargain," he said, taking pictures of her defiled body.

But Suzanne was too exhausted to care, still in a post-coital bliss.

Once done, David stripped down, asking if she was alright.

Suzanne gave a noncommittal grunt, saying she would talk about it in the morning. But her husband was persistent, asking if she minded if they had sex. Once again she gave a noncommittal grunt, feeling her husband crawling into bed.

She was soon asleep, as she was vaguely aware of David began to fuck her pussy, but after the notable sizes of Coach Rohde and Mr. Delatorre, she was ashamed to admit she barely felt anything, falling asleep long before her own husband finished.