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There and Back Again

By: stevieraygovan



A reader named Marty e-mailed me to request that I write him this story. He provided the basic guidelines of where he wanted this one to go, along with additional guidelines describing where he definitely did not want it to go.

If you're hoping this will be a tale of a faithless slut wife who loses control, well, this won't be your cup o' tea. Nor will the woman in this piece seem all that familiar to those of you who've read "Angelina" and "Sisters." This certainly won't be anything like any of my "Summer" stories.

That's simply not what Marty wanted. He requested a story about one monogamous couple and a wife's awakening within her marriage.

In a strange twist, the name he requested for the leading character happens to be my current wife's real name.

I've yet to include much about Susan in any of my stories. Most of my works have focused on my first wife, Angelina, even in those pieces where she isn't credited by name. This one seemed like a great opportunity to combine two different concepts: 1. Marty's request. 2. A description of my current wife and some of her antics along with more of Angelina's exploits, which comprise the three main 'sexy' scenes here. (Although Marty wanted a story about a monogamous couple, he still insisted that the wife be a "sexy flirt who dresses as hotly as Angelina.")

For the purposes of this one, however, I'm changing my wife's basic character. The woman behind this story was never shy and reserved; rather, she arrived in my life looking for a man who would be her co-conspirator, not her judge and keeper. She didn't need to loosen any conservative bonds; she merely sought a willing accomplice.

Even so, the real Susan does appear in this story, in the descriptions of her background and in some of her escapades.

~ ~ ~ 

Susan was the ultimate paradox: a shy, reserved...exhibitionist?

Yes, that about nails it.

Susan grew up in Savannah, Georgia, the only child of well-to-do military parents. She was raised as an Air Force brat in a very conservative environment, her father being a strict disciplinarian with firm ideas concerning what did and did not constitute "proper conduct for a lady of the South." Her mother was the perfect southern belle of a wife: June Cleaver, with a pronounced subservience and a coquettish streak a mile long, her warm, mellifluous Dixie nobility accent completing the picture of the "proper" southern wife.

In fact, it was Susan's mother who inadvertently planted the seeds for Susan's exhibitionist bent.

Certainly her mother was always there with incessant patter about how a "proper lady" must comport herself, while at the same time also encouraging Susan to dress and behave so provocatively. Whether it was the constant parade of beauty pageants as a child, the fashion modeling as a teen or the never-ending push to be the prettiest cheerleader, Susan's mother preached that feminine beauty was a uniquely powerful and deservedly desirable commodity; one that should be proudly shared with a grateful world.

"A lady always stands straight and tall, and she crosses her legs when sitting," her mother would say. 

It was always something like that.

Susan eventually began to ask herself, 'Okay, so she crosses her legs when sitting, but would a lady also kick her leg up nice and high, specifically to show her panties to hundreds of drooling boys at football games? Would a lady strut down a runway in a revealing dress, openly flaunting her body for an audience of leering men?'

She learned to never overtly question her parents' guidance. They were her parents, after all; they knew what was best for her, and she knew she couldn't win anyway.

Nonetheless, Susan wasn't without questions.

Conflicting messages seemed to be the overriding theme of her upbringing. She was apparently expected to perform the role of a beautiful painting in a museum, or of a fine porcelain statuette in a gleaming showcase: untouchable, yet always on display.

~ ~ ~

Journeying through her teen years, Susan managed well enough. Always a straight-A student, she was expressly forbidden from socializing with boys.

Dating? Oh, lord no! Her father would never allow such a thing! 

Susan watched her friends flirt with boys, and she listened when they told lurid stories about their dating exploits. She couldn't help but burn with envy. The most interaction with boys in social settings her parents ever allowed for her was the occasional formal dance at the base, plus the annual prom date. Always, though, the boy was handpicked by her parents, and her dates were highly organized, closely chaperoned affairs.

Still, there she would be on Friday nights in fall, strutting her stuff on the sidelines.

Years of dance lessons, amazing genes and all the advantages of moneyed privilege had given her just an astoundingly lithe, sexy body to complement her beautifully idyllic Classic Brunette looks. Her heart-shaped face was flawless, highlighted by clear, blemish-free skin, deep blue eyes and dazzling white teeth. Along with her perfect button nose, she had dramatic cheek bones and an adorable little cleft in her sweetly angelic chin. Framing her gorgeous face was a luxurious cascade of rich chestnut brown hair. With her long, silky tresses pinned up, she was the very image of a glamorous evening gown model. If she loosened a few tendrils to let them dance around her face, she was the quintessential teen date-movie ingénue. When she allowed her glorious mane to roam wild and free, she was a porn star fantasy.

On its own, her beguilingly beautiful face had won her numerous modeling contracts; if her face was simply amazing in its chameleon-like perfection, her body was downright breathtaking.

Standing five feet, eight inches tall, she weighed one hundred and eighteen pounds, with thirty-four-D breasts, a twenty-two inch waist, and thirty-four inch hips. She knew those numbers like the back of her hand. They were her résumé, and with her mother's prodding she had always been hyper-vigilant in maintaining those exact figures. Her modeling agent had also been none too subtle in her insistence that Susan strictly maintain those precious numbers.

Actually, that wasn't quite true. There was one issue there, according to her agent, who frequently subjected Susan to talk of breast-reduction surgery.

"Runway models aren't built like pneumatic Barbie Doll strippers, babe!" her agent would say. 

On that score, however, Susan was adamant. There was no way she would ever allow anyone to take a scalpel to her perfectly formed breasts. Even among the other cheerleaders there was acknowledged envy over Susan's amazing breasts. Every man - and many women - she encountered in her modeling career could scarcely tear their eyes away from them. She loved her breasts, and even if it meant an end to her runway modeling she wasn't about to give them up.

She also wasn't about to stop showing them off.

'Besides,' she giggled to herself, 'my big tits are necessary to balance my ass!' 

She knew of course that her ass wasn't big, at least not in the vulgar "ghetto booty" sense. According to the tape measure, her supple bottom was the perfect size for her trim, toned body.

It was just so...prominent! The other girls always teased her about her "bubble butt," and she knew it was true; having watched herself in the mirror during all those years of dance classes, she knew her ass was beautifully curvy.

Yes, she was well aware that she had been blessed with a world-class ass, and there again was another example of her contradictory upbringing. Despite all the constant speeches she was subjected to regarding the importance of maintaining her modesty, her entire life was seemingly spent shaking her ass while wearing revealing clothing, and she knew from firsthand experience the effect her spectacular bottom had on men.

Her "big boobs," as her friends called them; her tiny waist; her long legs; her tempting ass; indeed, she'd spent her whole life perfecting various ways of displaying and even blatantly offering up her tight, curvy body!

How unladylike!

'How many other seventeen-year-old girls can say that?' she asked herself, wondering even more at the strict upbringing she was otherwise shackled by compared to her less obviously showy friends.

'I'm built like a slut. I'm always dressed like a slut, too. I even act like a ritualized slut, entirely for the benefit of...who? My school? That's a laugh. We cheerleaders, all we really do is offer up a fantasy of sex.'

Sex. That was a huge issue for her. It seemed that most of her friends were having sex. They all bragged about it. They loved to do it at parties, often right in front of each other. Her parents never let her go to parties, and she was still a virgin. She hadn't even touched a boy. The only remotely sexual contact she'd ever experienced was when she was felt up by her handlers, usually women, during her modeling-session wardrobe changes.

Susan sighed. She knew she wasn't normal. Pondering her high school landscape and the way her friends behaved, she wasn't sure whether she even wanted to be normal. Sometimes she enjoyed being different. Yes, there were times when she wished she could feel how it would be to give herself to all those people who stared so lustfully at her. She really didn't have a specific sexual desire; she just wanted to see how it would feel to not be so 'proper' every waking moment. She enjoyed the attention she received, and wondered what it would be like if she did more...if she showed more.

More often, though, she simply enjoyed being different. She was intrigued by the idea of being something everyone wanted but could never have.

'Yes,' she thought, 'I like that feeling of power.'

She had to admit, it was just as her mom had always said. It wasn't only her looks that made her unique; no, it was her looks and the fact that she was unattainable. She had come to realize that the pairing of those two things made for a lethal combination.

What her mother hadn't told her was that such lethality worked in both directions. That same self-control she always had to maintain in order to stave off the advances of others also drove her crazy too.

She wanted more; they wanted more. It was always going to be an uneasy détente.

It didn't matter, though. Despite her misgivings over the mixed messages she knew was sending, along with the constant confusion she felt as a result of her contradictory life, she realized she couldn't simply reject who she was. She could not just decide to be someone else.

She didn't know what to do about it, and that was also fine with her. She didn't need to know. She decided that one way or the other, she would make her way in the world.

~ ~ ~

The next few years rushed by, seemingly in a blur.

To placate her family, Susan chose to attend the University of Georgia in nearby Athens. She didn't continue cheerleading, or even modeling. Instead, she simply threw herself into earning her degree as quickly as possible.

She finally started dating, allowing herself to enjoy some mild sexual situations with a handful of different guys. She eventually got naked with them, and gave her first blowjobs. She prided herself on being so good at giving head that she'd keep her man happy. She also discovered that she dearly loved having her pussy eaten, and even her asshole too.

She remained a virgin, though.

She was that rare woman who truly was saving herself for her husband. Unfortunately, she quickly discovered that that fact inevitably drove away her erstwhile suitors. No way were college guys going to do without sex, and they always made that abundantly clear to her.

She found that guys would usually start off by expressing their willingness to be patient, but that was just a smokescreen. They figured she'd break soon enough, what with her love for oral sex and skimpy, revealing outfits.

Susan was one of the most beautiful women on campus, and she certainly did nothing to hide that beauty. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Once she was out from under her father's watchful eye, her clothing became even more revealing.

That fact drove the college guys insane. The problem there was that once they became convinced she was serious - she really wasn't going to have intercourse before marriage - their tune would quickly change, and off they'd go. There were simply too many other willing fish in the sea.

She was mostly fine with that. It allowed her to get her feet wet, without going all the way. She was learning about men, and also about sex. She had discovered orgasms, which she loved, both giving and receiving.

Sure, it frustrated her that guys who were supposedly in love with her would suddenly drop her like a hot potato once they realized they weren't going to get laid. She knew she had a lot to offer any man, above and beyond fucking. She told herself it was their loss, not hers.

During her senior year she began dating a guy she had met in her broadcasting class. David was a very mature young man, and he didn't run away.

"No rush," he would always say. "Whenever you're ready."

In the meantime they were constantly going at each other like a couple of sex-starved badgers, doing everything short of fucking, all with wild abandon.

David felt as if he'd hit the lotto, landing the hottest and most beautiful girl on campus. He devoured her ass, tits and pussy so often and with so much hunger that Susan jokingly gave him a diving mask and snorkel for his birthday.

For her part, Susan had developed a near-obsession with David's cock.

Having spent her first three years of college endeavoring to make up for lost time, she'd stroked and sucked quite a decent number of cocks, so she was confident that she had a solid frame of reference regarding her insatiable appetite for David's.

It was just different with him. She absolutely worshipped his cock. She loved how it felt in her hands and between her breasts, and she particularly enjoyed the feeling of it throbbing in her mouth. She could happily lay there for hours, captivated by the act of sliding the smooth skin back and forth along his massive shaft. She simply adored his large, circumcised cockhead. She loved sucking him so much that it wasn't unusual for them to watch entire TV shows together with his cock never leaving her mouth. Every night she eagerly drank as much cum as he could give her; she loved it to death, wishing only for more. As well as craving the taste, she really loved the power she felt by making him lose control.

Beyond all that, they were also the proverbial soul mates. David was everything she wanted in a man, and he was even willing to wait for her.

She'd finally found 'the one.'

David asked her to marry him, and shortly after graduating together they announced their engagement. Susan's parents gave them their blessing, then a huge wedding ceremony.

To Susan, again, her college years had been just a blur.

~ ~ ~

Their life together as husband and wife was everything Susan had always dreamed it would be. The wedding night sex was amazing, and it only grew hotter from there. Celebrating each new day, they fucked like out-of-control honeymooners for the entire first year. He couldn't keep his hands off of her; she couldn't get enough of his cock. She was constantly naked around the house, and with her incredible face and body he was in an equally constant state of arousal.

For their first wedding anniversary David took her on a Caribbean cruise. Talking things over before the trip, they decided they were ready to try to start a family during their romantic two weeks on the high seas.

Throughout the lust-filled fortnight they rarely ventured outside their cabin; David simply poured load after load of thick, potent cum into the unprotected womb of his beautiful happy bride.

Not long after their return home they received the good news, and Susan immediately went into Expectant Mom Mode. For the next seven months she was obsessed with preparing herself for childbirth and motherhood.

David continued about his usual business, but he soon began to notice that his hot wife was morphing right before his eyes into a baby-obsessed soccer mom. Whereas before the pregnancy they'd been nearly ravenous in their appetite for each other, their sexual frequency ever since the announcement of the pregnancy had rapidly dwindled. Because Susan seemed so happy, however, David didn't have the heart to complain. He loved her very much, and he figured he'd get his 'hot wife' back after the baby was born.

Nope. Didn't happen. In fact, things only became worse after the baby arrived. Susan no longer ran around naked; she wasn't even wearing pretty things anymore. Instead she had taken to sporting baggy sweats and other frumpy "mom clothes," as he came to think of them.

Even on those rare occasions when he could drag her out to dinner, she still wore boring things.

Following the birth of their son, she had worked hard to get her body right back into jaw-dropping shape. She still looked great in her boring clothes; that wasn't the issue. The issue for David was 'Damn it, that's not who I married! I married a hot, sexy woman, not a boring PTA mom!'

As time went by, he retreated into his own world, while she continued to devote all her attention to being a good mother.

Susan and David still loved each other and continued to get along just fine, but they were becoming physically distant.

David in particular was growing very unhappy with their marriage. He felt that he'd become little more than a provider. He still wanted to be a husband, and he wanted a wife, not just a mother for his child.

Susan seemed unaware of the widening chasm between them. Whenever he made a furtive attempt to bring up the subject of their lack of sex, she simply brushed it off; telling him to be patient, she said that it was just a normal phase she was going through.

Finally, after many months of the increasing divide developing between them, it all came to a head one evening at his company's Christmas party.

Susan knew she looked great in her classic black dress, but it was Diane, the company's stunning cougar of a CFO, who was stealing the show.

Everybody was drinking, and Susan had begun to notice that whenever David excused himself to go off and mingle Diane would quickly appear at his side. Making matters worse, the sexy older woman was blatantly flirting with him.

David would go to the bar to get a drink, and there'd be Diane pressing against his arm, touching him and laughing. He'd disappear to use the restroom, and upon his return Diane would steal away with him to a private corner of the room. Susan saw the way the woman was continually leaning forward, intentionally flashing David her magnificent braless breasts. A slow song came on, and Diane pulled David onto the dance floor, which made Susan seethe with anger. When Diane lewdly rubbed her pussy against David's crotch, Susan had finally had enough.

She marched over to where they were dancing and pulled David away. "Take me home...now!" she hissed in a low, venomous voice.

As Susan was dragging David from the dance floor, she caught a smirking Diane shrugging her shoulders, as if to say to him, "What a pity."

Their ride home together was deathly quiet. A silent pall still enveloped them when they went to bed. They didn't speak to each other at all the next morning, nor the following evening. As the days passed, they finally began speaking again, but it was just perfunctory speech; basic, necessary civility, nothing more.

One night they found themselves sitting up beside each other in bed. He was reading a book while she was disinterestedly watching TV. The heavy silence was deafening.

"What does she have that I don't?"


There and Back Again



Susan had just blurted it out. Having muted the TV, she continued to look straight ahead.

"That has nothing to do with anything, and you know it," David replied, instantly picking up on the reference. "Besides, I didn't do a damn thing. She just decided all on her own to flirt with me."

"I noticed you weren't exactly fighting her off."

"No, I wasn't. Why would I? It was just talking and dancing. Lots of people were talking and dancing. I didn't even ask her to dance. She just pulled me out there."

"Sure, lots of people were talking and dancing, but not with other women! You were there with me...you know, your wife?"

"It's funny how all of a sudden you remember you're my wife. I'm guessing Diane couldn't even tell that I have a wife."

"Like she would even care."

Silence. More silence. Finally, they went to sleep. Well, they didn't really sleep, but they did turn off the lights and roll over, facing away from one another.

Two more days passed without their speaking to each other. It was late at night, and they were again sitting up in bed. The room was oppressively silent.

"David, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for the way I've neglected you."

She turned to him with tears in her eyes. "Do you still love me?"

"Of course I still love you," he answered, sighing in frustration.

Blinking through her tears, she quietly said, "I realize how stupid I've been. You're a very attractive man. Of course other women will want to flirt with you."

"That should have been you flirting with me, not Diane."

"But...we're married now. I shouldn't still need to flirt with you, right?"

Letting that one sink in, David just stared at her.

She was shocked when he got up and went to the guest room, closing the door behind him. He never returned to their bed that night.

After using the guest bathroom the next morning to get ready for work, David went to the kitchen, where he found Susan already sitting at the table. She looked a wreck in her frumpy old bathrobe, her eyes puffy and red.

"David, I—"

Cutting her off, he left the kitchen and went to grab a picture from the mantel.

It was a picture of them together on their cruise. Wearing a barely legal bikini, she was laughing as he cradled her in his arms. She looked as happy as could be, and so did he.

He then grabbed Susan's portable make-up mirror from their bathroom. Returning to the kitchen, he placed the honeymoon picture and small mirror directly before her.

"Take a good look, and think about what you said to me last night," he said sharply. "Really think about what you were saying to me about our marriage with that statement. Think about what we were, and what we've become."

He turned and walked out the door.

His boss at work had constantly been pestering him to take a trip out west, hoping he could slap one of their branch offices into shape. When David met with him that morning, he said, "Okay, let's do it. Send me out there."

Delighted, the boss asked him how soon would he be ready to go? David told him to book the flight for the following afternoon.

Returning home that evening, David found Susan playing in the kitchen with their toddler son. From behind a corner the proud father quietly watched them, and he had to smile. They were truly beautiful together.

He loved Susan, of that he had no doubt. He dearly loved his son, as well. He simply wanted his wife back.

After letting her know he was home, he went upstairs and began packing for his trip.

A few moments later, Susan followed him upstairs. At the sight of her husband packing, she gasped, "David! My god, no!"

Panicking, she rushed to the suitcase and threw herself on top of it, trying to close it.

Realizing how it must have looked to her, David chuckled, "No, it's nothing like that. You haven't gotten rid of me just yet. I'm only packing for a business trip Stan wants me to take to one of our offices out in California."

Still lying atop his suitcase, she eyed him doubtfully. "So you're already packing? When are you leaving? Didn't he give you any notice?"

"Susan, it was my choice. I leave tomorrow night."

"What do you mean it was your choice, and how long will you be gone?"

"I'll be gone for a week. I asked him to send me. He's been bugging me forever to do this, and now seems like the right time to go."

"Why now?" she asked, fear showing in her eyes.

"Susan, did you think about what I said this morning? Do you have any idea what you're doing to us?"

"You think I'm not pretty anymore. That's why you put the mirror in front of me," she said sullenly.

"Don't be silly, Susan. Of course you're still pretty. You're totally gorgeous, which makes the way our marriage is now even harder to handle. My point was that I wanted you to take a good look at yourself. I wanted you to see who you used to be with me, in that picture I showed you, and who you've chosen to become, by looking in the mirror. I wanted you to think about what our relationship really means to you, since you apparently decided that your role as my wife in this marriage ended the moment you became pregnant.

"I'm going to be in California for a week, and while I'm gone I want you to think long and hard about who you want to be in this marriage. Do you plan on ever giving me back the woman I married, or do you want to be nothing more than a mother to our son?"

"David...is this about Diane? Are you going off to be with her?" she asked haltingly, her voice tremulous.

She was on the brink of losing it.

"No, Susan, absolutely not. This has nothing to do with Diane, or any other woman. I don't want anyone else, and that's not why I'm going. There isn't a woman on this planet who can touch you. I just want you to figure out what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life. When I come home a week from now, I want you to tell me what that is. If your decision is that you can't or won't return to being the woman I married, then I need to know. One way or the other, you need to let me know whether I will ever get my wife back."

Slowly slipping from the bed, she began pacing the room, her arms folded around her sides. She was crying when she finally whispered, "Are you thinking of leaving me?"

"Susan, I want you to decide whether you've left me. You're the one who abandoned our marriage. I haven't gone anywhere. You need to think about it, then give me your final decision. I'm sorry, but I never signed up for this. I signed up for a marriage, not just fatherhood. If all you want is for me to be a provider, yes, I'll leave you. I can cut you and our son a check from anywhere. I don't have to be married to you to do that. I'll always be there for my son, but I'm not going to live the rest of my life this way...alone on an island."

Susan stood crying, and he turned back to his packing.

The next day David kissed her at the door before whispering that he loved her. She was holding their son, and he kissed him goodbye, telling him he'd be back soon. Susan was trembling as she wept in her husband's arms. Gently squeezing her hand, he told her again that he loved her. She sobbed into his neck, saying she loved him too.

Susan and David talked on the phone every night that week; intentionally avoiding the larger issue, they spoke only of mundane work and house things. Each time, David told her that he loved her, and she always responded in kind. She said that she missed him, and wanted him to come back home.

At least they were talking, which was something they had scarcely done over that past year.

~ ~ ~

When David unlocked the front door and brought his things inside, he entered what seemed to be an empty house. There were none of the usual sounds from his son. The TV was off. No one was talking on the phone. He couldn't hear any appliances running.

It was utterly silent, which felt very ominous to him.

He carried his bags upstairs, and there it was, a letter on the bed.

A cold knife of terror shot through him. Had he lost his family?

He dropped his bags, and with a quaking heart read the letter...

My Husband,

You cannot imagine the depths of despair I've felt this past week, thinking about the possibility of losing you. You are not just a 'provider' to me. You're my friend, my lover, my man...my cherished husband. I love you with all my heart, David. I want to be your wife every single day, for the rest of our lives.

Yes, I also want to be the mother of our son, but I realize now just how badly I've neglected you and my role in this marriage.

Please believe me when I tell you how sorry I am for what I've put you through. I know it's not fair, and I understand if you don't believe me, but I think a lot of why I've acted the way I have ever since I became pregnant has to do with Mom and Dad. You know how I was raised, David. I was taught to be a lady in society; above all else, to be a doting, attentive mother. My parents are wonderful parents, yet they're hardly even married, at least not as most people think of marriage. Dad was gone so often that Mom basically raised me by herself. My father was just a strong, steady hand to guide us when we needed it. For as long as I can remember, Mom and Dad really haven't been very close. Mom told me a long time ago that they were once a loving, passionate couple; it stopped being that way for them about the time she became pregnant with me.

Sound familiar, David?

Still, I know I can't blame my parents for this. I'm a grown woman, and you have never been gone the way Dad was always gone. You've been right here by my side the whole time, loving me; trying to love me. I am responsible for this mess I've made, not my parents.

I'm so deeply sorry that I've done to you what my parents did to each other, and now I want to fix it. Please, let me make this right. I swear to you, I'll be the woman you fell in love with, and we'll be happy together again.

Please, David, give me the chance.

If you will, then I have a proposal I think you'll enjoy. In fact, I'm certain this will give you exactly what you thought you were signing up for when you married me.

Think of it as a game...a never-ending game.

Here are the rules:

I promise to be fun and exciting for you. I will be the playmate that's been missing from your life. I will always dress up for you. I will shamelessly flirt with you. When we go out together, I will make women want you and men envy you. I know what you need, and I will be that provocative, daring, sexy woman for you.

Please, just let me love you again.

Whatever you want me to wear, I'll wear it. Any naughty thing you want me to do, I'll do it. Anywhere we go, anyplace we find ourselves, whether we're at home or out on the town, alone or with other people, I don't care, I'll be every bit as sexy as you want me to be.

Please, just let me love you again.

Anything you want in terms of sex, I'm yours. Anytime, anywhere...anything. I will never say no. I want to be your 'hot wife,' David. I'll give you everything you could ever desire from the Dianes of the world. I'll be the slut that you want; the slut that you deserve.

Please, just let me love you again.

David, there is something very important here that I want you to understand. This game I'm proposing - this life I'm offering - is not something I'm only doing in an effort to win back your love.

Even if that was all it was about, yes, I'd still do it because I love you that much, but that is not what is going on here. Everything I described - all those things I want you to do to me, and all those things I want to do for you - baby, I truly want those things, just for myself. I want it all...the way we used to be.

Think back, David. That's how I used to be, wasn't I? I didn't need the threat of losing you hanging over my head to make me do those things, did I?

What I'm trying to tell you is that you will not have to twist my arm to get me to be your hot wife. Now that I've finally wakened from my emotional coma, I desperately want to be that woman again; for you, and also for myself. That's who I was, David. That's who I am, and it's who I always want to be.

I want your cock. I want your caresses. I want your lust. When we're out in public, I want you to look at me the way you used to look at me. I need you to want to fuck me every time you lay eyes on me, and if other men see me that way too, all the better.

David, I want my husband. I want to be your wife. I want us to be lovers.

As you're reading this, our son is asleep at Nana's. She has him for the whole weekend, and I'm sitting alone in the club at our special table. I'm very aroused, wearing your favorite see-through dress...and nothing else. Beneath this sheer, wispy silk I am completely naked. My bare pussy - your horny wife's bare pussy - is dripping wet. So, no, I'm probably not entirely alone. I'm sure there are quite a few men hovering around, trying to pick me up.

If you don't come to me, believe me, I will understand. I'll know that I ruined everything, and you've made the decision to leave me. If, however, you are willing to take me as your wife again, then come to me now, and let us begin the rest of our hot, sexy life together.

Your very loving wife,

Susan

~ ~ ~

"Oh my god!" she shouted, jumping up from her table to launch herself into David's arms. Crying tears of joy in the middle of their favorite nightclub, she rained a thousand kisses all over his face and neck. "Baby, you came back to me!" she said, sobbing as she hugged and kissed him.

"Yeah, well, you made a pretty compelling case for yourself," he quipped with a warm smile, leaning in to kiss her.

Passionately returning his kiss, she sucked his tongue into her mouth. "David, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed between kisses. "I'll never neglect you again, I promise!"

"Don't think I won't hold you to that promise," he grinned, enjoying her frantic kisses.

"Please, David, I promise to be everything you need me to be. You'll see, this will be a piece of cake for me. I swear to god, I want to be your hot wife. Baby, I can hardly wait to be your sexy slut again. Just promise you'll never leave me." Moaning into his mouth, she reached down to stroke his hardening cock. "Promise you'll never take this from me."

"I've missed you like crazy, honey. Damn, I've missed you so much," he said between ragged breaths, their frenzied tongue-wrestling eventually turning into slower, hotter lovemaking kisses.

She was still stroking his cock when her waitress came by to drop off her drink order.

"I see he came," smiled the pretty blonde, eyeing Susan's hand gliding up and down David's bulging erection.

"Not yet, he hasn't, but I have a plan to remedy that..." giggled Susan, slowly unzipping him. Licking her lips, she reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. Exchanging conspiratorial smiles with the bemused waitress, she began a sexy stroking of the hard shaft.

"Have fun, you two," the waitress said, biting her lip before spinning on her heels and disappearing back into the crowd.

"David, I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me."

Pulling him by his bare cock, Susan used a fire exit to lead him outside to an alley just off the street. Although the alley was dark, there shone a single light above the door that illuminated them sufficiently to provide a clear silhouette to anyone on the street who might happen to look their way.

Wasting no time, Susan dropped to her knees and hungrily pulled his cock to her mouth, using both hands. Inhaling his entire length in one go, she moaned her contentment as she sucked him in.

"God, I missed this feeling of your cock becoming hard in my mouth," she breathed, smiling wickedly up at him. She let go with her hands, opting instead to use them on his ass to face-fuck herself. Making exceedingly wet slurping noises as her saliva coated her chin, she was ravenous on his cock, and once he was completely hard she forced it down her throat. Though she nearly made herself gag, she didn't stop. She was in a sexual frenzy, happily gorging on her husband's hot dick.

"Later, for that..." he said, pulling her to her feet.

Her eyes were wild as he spun her around. Placing her hands on the wall, she leaned over and spread her legs. Quickly tugging her short dress over her hips, she offered him her bare ass and smooth, naked pussy. "Fuck me, baby," she whispered, grinding her ass on the head of his cock. She screamed when he slammed it all the way inside on the first stroke, his hips slapping against her quivering cheeks.

Out on the street, two teenage boys stopped at the sound of her wanton scream. They peered down the alley, where they saw the silhouette of two people fucking against the wall. Laughing, they began to hoot and holler, shouting, "That's right! Rail that slut!"

Susan looked back at David, and they both laughed.

"Oh my god, they can see us! People are watching us fuck!" she giggled. "They're right, though. Rail that slut! Rail her good!"

"I'm gonna cum!" David hissed.

She spun around and grabbed his cock. "In my mouth! On my face!" she panted, furiously jacking him into her open mouth while begging him to feed her his cum. When he started to shoot, she painted her face with it, sucking his cock back into her mouth with every other jet of pulsing cum. Once his incredible orgasm ebbed, she began to suck him gently yet deeply, eventually pulling his dick from her mouth to rub it lovingly across her cheeks, lips and eyes.

She thoroughly got off on spreading his cum all over her face; she always had. 'God, why did I ever stop doing this?' she asked herself.

Kneeling before her husband in that dark alley, she realized just how deeply she loved his cock, and she knew her insatiable craving for his cum had returned; she smiled to herself over the thought that she would very happily become a full-fledged cum slut for him.

Reaching down to rub her slit, she also realized how good it felt to be fucked again. She only wished that she had his cum dripping from her pussy as well as from her face. She licked her lips, savoring the taste; she almost regretted covering her face in it, she enjoyed having it in her mouth that much.

David pulled her to her feet, and they hugged. She kissed him, giving him his own taste. She always loved that he never minded her doing that. She also loved that he would still go down on her after cumming in her pussy.

"God, baby, I must have been crazy to let all this go. I love it so much, and I missed it like you will never know. Thank you for giving it back to me," she said, deeply kissing him.

Hurrying to their car, they hightailed it back to the house and quickly stripped in their bedroom. Susan slid down onto her back atop the sheets, spreading her legs while reaching out to welcome him home. "Fuck me all night, baby. Take your wife...take her any way you want her...."

She pulled him into her loving embrace, and as their tongues wrestled they moaned together when his rampant cock slid deep inside her like a hot knife slicing through warm butter. "Mmmmmm...welcome home, baby. This is your home, right here between my legs...deep inside your beautiful wife's wet, happy pussy," she breathed, sobbing softly.

For David, watching her was a miracle. She was crying unashamedly as he fucked her - no, as he made love to her. She never looked more beautiful to him than she did that very moment, with her sparkling blue eyes filled with tears, her warm skin beckoning, and her sexy legs spread wide, inviting him to ravage her gorgeous pussy.

'Her gorgeous pussy...my wife's gorgeous pussy,' he thought, his heart bursting with joy.

The prettiest sight in the whole world to him would always be his wife's naked pussy, welcoming him inside.

"Cum for me, baby. Please...fill my pussy," she moaned, pressing her tongue to his ear while firmly gripping his ass. "I need to feel it...your warmth spreading deep inside me...."




There and Back Again



She slid her middle finger into his tight pucker, making him gasp in her mouth.

"That's it, give it to me!" she exclaimed, urging him on when she felt his heightened reaction. "Fill your wife with hot cum!"

That was it for him; he exploded inside her, bathing her pussy in exquisite warmth. She ground her sex against him, crying with joy when she felt his hot release rocketing against her silky walls. "Oh, yes...so deep...my beautiful man's wonderful cock, filling me with cum...."

She wouldn't let him pull out. Holding him in place with her arms and legs, she whispered, "Stay inside me. Always stay inside me...now and forever."

Nodding as they kissed, he collapsed in her arms.

Hours later, he woke. He was still on top of his wife, his semi-erection nestled warmly inside her blessed pussy. She was sleeping so peacefully, and he smiled while gazing admiringly upon his angel's face. She was infinitely beautiful, her delicate features enchanting in the soft glow of the evening. Dancing shadows sifted through the trees outside their bedroom window, making her long brown hair shimmer in the moonlight.

Slowly stirring, Susan opened her eyes. David was beaming, studying her sweet face.

"I love my wife," he whispered.

Hardening, he began moving inside her.

Closing her eyes, happy tears again spilled onto her cheeks. "I love my husband...mmmm, fuck me..." she whispered back, squeezing her pussy in sheer joy.

~ ~ ~

"Baby, what's on tap for today?" David asked. "I know we've got the party at Steve's tonight, but what about the rest of the day? Your letter said that Nana will be entertaining our boy all weekend, so we're free to do whatever we want, right?"

Relaxing over morning coffee, they were sitting together at the kitchen table. He was in his light robe while she only had on a pair of tiny bikini panties.

'God, look at her! She hasn't gone topless around the house in forever,' he thought, eyeing her bare breasts and sexy white panties.

Reading his look, she grinned mischievously. "I would go completely naked, but I don't want to lose your cum. These panties are helping keep it inside me."

She spread her legs for him; sure enough, there was a large wet spot in the center. She reached down to slick her fingertips across the widening stain before holding a glistening finger up to the light. Smiling happily, she popped it into her mouth. "I don't want to waste a single drop! So, my darling, sexy, oh-so-horny husband, what would you like for us to do today?"

"I'm thinking we should go shopping to find you something really hot to wear for the party tonight. Then, since it's so nice out, we could go down to the river and catch some sun. How does that sound?"

"Mmmm, sounds great to me," she grinned, hopping up to get dressed.

Moments later she returned and sat back down wearing a very light sundress. It was one of her oldest dresses so the material was ultra thin, allowing her obviously braless breasts with their well-defined areolas to show right through. The shoulder straps were narrow, and the lower hemline only reached the tops of her thighs. It had buttons in the front, from the bottom all the way to the low-cut neckline. She'd left the first three undone, just below her pussy.

Lifting her feet into his lap, she treated him to a glorious view of her smooth, bare thighs, including the moist gusset of her sheer panties.

"Buckle my straps for me?" she smiled, teasing him with a lingering display of her delectable pussy. Once he was finished securing the sandals, she playfully flipped up her skirt. "Ready when you are!"

After talking it over in the car, they decided to make the local mall their first stop.

The moment Susan set foot in the place, she was in her element. With the bottom of her dress opening nearly to her pussy following every well-practiced, bewitchingly sexy stride, the former runway model smiled confidently as her proud husband led her through the teeming throngs of gawking admirers.

"If you're planning what I think you're planning, god, you've never shown me off so blatantly before," she whispered excitedly, noticing that he was taking her straight to a women's shoes boutique.

"Knowing we were going clothes shopping, why did you wear such a tiny sundress, plus you left all the buttons undone at the bottom. If I didn't know better, I'd think you want to show off those gorgeous thighs and that sexy pussy," he grinned.

"You said clothes shopping, not shoes shopping!" she giggled. "I figured I would be constantly changing outfits, so I wore this dress for easy access. I also thought you'd enjoy seeing me in it again, especially with it unbuttoned this way, but I didn't know you were planning on showing off your wife's pussy to some shoe salesman!"

"You're still wet, too," he added with a smirk. 

"Damn right I am, and it's your fault!" she said, punching him playfully in the arm.

"You know I can see your beautiful pussy through that sheer lace, right? Your panties are so wet, they've become totally transparent."

"Oh god," she moaned, taking a quick look down between her legs. "What would Mom and Dad say?" she added, flashing a coy smile.

"Hey, they were the ones who wanted you to be a cheerleader."

"Yep!" she giggled. "For all their talk of propriety and the need for a young lady to maintain her modesty, they sure didn't seem to have a problem with the notion of boys burying their hands in my ass every time they hoisted me above their heads. Don't think for one second that those boys didn't cop tons of feels beneath my little skirt - they definitely did - and they were always sneaking peeks at my ass and pussy.

"Okay, come on. Let's do this before I chicken out."

"That's my girl!"

"You just want to see my panties again, but I never would have guessed that you want other men to see your wife that way too," she said, giving him a sexy smile.

She was really enjoying their new game, especially since he seemed to be every bit as into it as she was.

"They can look all they want. They just can't touch," he grinned. 

"Sounds familiar," she said, returning his grin. "That pretty much describes my entire life: men ogling me and wanting me, yet never being allowed to touch me or have me."

"You told me you let guys touch you."

"Well, okay, fine, I eventually let quite a few guys touch me in college. Also, like I said, boys were constantly touching my ass and pussy when I was a cheerleader, totally groping me beneath my skirt every time they lifted me over their heads. I'm only human, you know. Besides, didn't it work out just great for you? You wouldn't have wanted some girl who was completely clueless sexually, right?"

"I'm sure you would've picked it up quickly enough. You're a natural."

"A natural cocksucker, you mean," she giggled.

"That too," he laughed. "You probably never met a cock you didn't love to suck."

She smiled happily in agreement. "I can't help it. I love to suck cocks."

They walked around the store, browsing the merchandise. She was checking out shoes; he was checking out the salespeople. Making eye contact with her, he gestured first to an older salesman who, although middle-aged and rather portly, had quite the distinguished appearance.

She quickly shook her head.

He gestured next to a saleswoman who looked just like Jane Hathaway from The Beverly Hillbillies.

Laughing, Susan shook her head and mouthed, "Definitely no! I want a man!"

Next he nodded toward the third and final salesperson, a guy who looked to be about eighteen; only five or six years younger than they were, he guessed. David thought the guy appeared very uncomfortable in his work clothes. His pants were nearly falling off his skinny hips, and his tie seemed to be strangling him.

Susan giggled while enthusiastically nodding her head.

Moving to her side, David led her over to the guy.

"Umm, may I help you?" stammered the young salesman, trying his best to maintain eye contact with Susan rather than sneak peeks down the top of her gaping dress. Though it was touch-and-go for a moment, finally he was able to wrestle his attention back up to her face.

"Those pumps over there in the window, may I please try them on in red, in a size six?" Susan smiled, enjoying his clumsy stares.

"Sure thing," he said, eagerly hurrying to the back of the store.

"Sit here..." said David, choosing a spot for her.

She took a seat that faced away from the counter, where the other two salespeople wouldn't be able to see what she was doing. David sat directly across from her. She quickly looked around the store, making sure the coast was clear before lifting her skirt and spreading her legs to show David her moist panties. Grinning wickedly, she whispered, "I am absolutely drenched. I'm so wet, I'm going to leave a puddle on this seat!"

A moment later the guy returned with the shoes. Kneeling at Susan's feet, he slipped off her sandals. When she leaned down to help him, her top gaped open, revealing her bare breasts moving freely inside her dress.

David could see all the way down to her white panties, and he felt himself beginning to stiffen in his pants.

She looked up and caught his stare. When she saw where he was looking, she startled and quickly shot her hand to her chest to hold her top closed. Sitting back up, she snuck a peek at her salesman, who'd obviously seen the whole show.

They were both blushing.

"Thank you, Kirk," she said, reading his nametag while kicking off her sandals. Rather than lean down again, she let him slide the red pump onto her foot. Setting her heel on his right knee, he buckled the little clasp. Susan switched legs, and he guided her other foot to his left knee. That one was further away, so she had to raise her leg a bit more to reach it.

David could see her pussy, and he smiled when she glanced over at him. She brought her hands to her face to conceal her guilty grin, her wild-eyed look wordlessly exclaiming, "Oh my god, I can't believe we're doing this!" Trying to hide her excitement, she silently mouthed, "He's staring at my pussy!"

"Can you blame him?" David mouthed back, grinning like an idiot. 

She giggled behind her hand. 

All the while Kirk was still sitting between her slightly spread legs, with her foot perched on his knee. He seemed frozen in place.

"Go see how they feel," David said.

She took her time walking around the store, stopping in front of a mirror to check out her high heels and bare legs from every possible angle before returning to her seat. Setting her foot back on Kirk's knee, she smiled, "I like them. Do you also have them in black?"

"I think so," he grinned. "I'll go check."

Once he was gone, she looked over at David. Pulling her dress up again to show him her soaked panties, she pressed her finger to the center of her glistening slit. "My pussy is dripping wet," she whispered, watching as her finger was immediately enveloped by her soft folds.

"Yes, it is. It's a beautiful thing," he said, with a pleased little smile.

"He saw it, baby. He saw my pussy...your pussy," she added, shooting him a seductive grin.

"That makes two lucky guys so far today, doesn't it?"

"I can't believe you!" she giggled. "You're positively evil!"

"You want to see evil? I'll show you evil. Quick, before he gets back, undo the first two buttons on your top, and give me your panties."

Giggling again, she whispered, "Are you insane? He'll be able to see everything. You'll be showing off your wife's bare breasts and wet, naked pussy to another man." After pausing for a moment, she grinned, "Okay, to a teenager, but he's still going to want to fuck me."

David nodded. "Of course he'll want to fuck you. Don't you want everyone to want to fuck you? I know I do."

"Mmmmmm, god, you do? You want everyone to fuck my wet pussy? Hmmm, I may be a very busy girl then, being your hot wife."

"Naughty naughty, baby. I said 'want to,' not 'get to,'" he smirked.

"Uh-huh, suuuuuure," she said, with a sly grin.

"Susan, the point is that I'll be able to watch it all happen, and we'll both get to see everything through his eyes. It's perfect. He's totally harmless, and it'll make his day. It will definitely make my day, seeing your bare pussy beneath your pretty dress."

"Are you sure about this? I meant it when I said I would wear whatever you want, and I'm going to do anything you ask. Baby, if you're sure you want me to show my naked pussy to other men, I will."

"Right now, here in this store, yes, I'm sure. Quick, before anybody sees you...."

Susan sexily popped open her top two buttons. After glancing down to see how much was showing, she undid another one. "May as well do this right," she grinned. With her dress gapping wide over her naked breasts she lifted her hips and quickly slid her panties down her smooth legs, until the sheer white wisp of material was dangling from her high heel. Giggling, she flicked her foot at David, but the panties remained hooked on her slender ankle, and he made a move to pull them off.

"You know what? Leave them there," she said, the challenge clear in her shining eyes.

Grinning, David sat back in his chair. 

"You asked for this," she smiled sultrily.

Returning with the new shoes, Kirk stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the tiny panties twisted around the gorgeous young woman's ankle. With his eyes wide in amazement as he knelt between her legs, he looked up at her.

"You can keep them," she whispered.

Giving him a flirty smile, she raised her foot in offering, and he carefully slipped them off before setting them aside. When she leaned down to unbuckle the red heels, her top gaped open. Her bare breasts were on full display, jiggling beautifully as she tugged on the shoe straps.

Subtly glancing up at David to make sure he was catching everything, she sexily bit her lip when her grinning husband grasped the thick bulge of his obvious erection.

Deciding to continue her breast show, she leaned down to remove the other shoe. She lingered in her exposed position while helping Kirk slip on the new pair. When they were buckled up, she said, "You know what, let me try one of each to see which one we like better."

Together they removed one of the black shoes before replacing it with a red one; all the while, she remained deliciously exposed. With her bare breasts swaying tantalizingly only a scant few inches from Kirk's reddening face, she peered down at her feet: one shoe red, one shoe black.

David could see that she was well excited. Her large areolas were constricted, the raised bumps very prominent, and her nipples stood erect and proud. She reached up to brush some imaginary thing from her breasts, making them bounce and shudder.

Noticing that Kirk looked like he was about ready to take one of her temptingly erect morsels into his mouth, Susan bent forward and clasped her ankles together. "What do you think, sweetie? Do you like them?" she teased, pressing her naked tits to her bare thighs.

'Is she asking him or me?' both guys wondered. For that matter, they also weren't certain whether she was referring to the shoes or her breasts.

"Ummm..." Kirk started to say.

"They look great, honey. Absolutely fabulous," David grinned.

"Which color do you like better? The red?" She leaned back in her chair to raise her heel high, completely exposing her smooth, silky wet pussy. "Or maybe the black?" She raised her other heel, making sure to arc it around Kirk's head so as not to stab him with the sharp point. She had overtly spread her legs, opening her pink lips for the benefit of her spellbound audience. "Or perhaps you'd prefer one of each? That would be an interesting look, don't you think?" she added, flashing an inviting smile. Bringing her feet and knees together, she lofted her heels high in the air and wiggled them around in cute little circles.

Everything was exposed; her glistening pussy was smiling between her supple thighs. Pressed together, her pouting inner lips extended past her puffy outer labia, and she was so wet that the backs of her thighs were shining with moisture.

She was literally dripping; even her gorgeous little puckered star was glistening.

She looked past her raised legs, wanting to see Kirk's reaction to her incredible display. Then, reaching down with her fingertips, she swiped away some of the moisture from her pussy.

Kirk gasped, and she smiled sweetly.

"I think you're good for both pairs, honey," David said, more than a little shocked yet also thrilled by her brazen performance.

"Okay then, we'll take them," she grinned to Kirk, expecting him to get up.

He looked at her with a pained expression.

"Oh, you devil! Here, use these..." she said, handing him her wet panties that he'd left atop the shoe box.

After checking to see where the other two salespeople were, Kirk jumped up and ran to the back of the store, holding her panties over his crotch the whole way.

"Oh my god, baby, he came in his pants!" she giggled to David.

"Again, can you blame him? I would have lost it too if I were him! You were amazing!"

"I'm glad you're enjoying this," she said, with a warm, genuine smile.

She wasn't being the least bit sarcastic. She truly was glad, since she hadn't been entirely certain as to how he would respond to their first adventure of openly showing her off in public...and she'd gone quite far with it.

She was happy and also relieved that he was so excited.

"Baby, I can see how wet you are. You're enjoying this just as much as I am," he grinned.

"Knowing you're watching me - knowing my husband is getting turned on by showing me off this way - oh god, yes, it's driving me crazy. I've never done this before, and you probably can't even imagine how much I'm loving it."

"It really was hot, wasn't it?"

"Baby, I'm on fire. Yes, it was totally hot. I can't believe you had me show a guy my bare pussy from that close up, with him kneeling right between my legs, but thank you for this. I absolutely loved it."

He gave her a gentle smile. "Are you wishing we'd done things like this before?"

"My parents would disown me if they ever found out I was intentionally showing my naked pussy to other men, but you know I would have done it for you. It turns me on so much, I'd do it just for myself now."

"That's not what I asked," he grinned.

"Okay, yes, I wish we had done this before. Just imagine how much fun we could have had, especially on our cruise. I was always happy with the way you used to show me off, but this is just so much hotter. You know I enjoy letting people see my body; that goes back to well before I ever met you. Baby, I was raised to be a total flirt. I'm definitely glad we did this, yet it's not important that we didn't do it before. What matters most to me is what will turn you on now?"

"Susan, doing things that will make you hot is what matters the most to me."

"I know, and this really does make me hot. God, I just spread my legs for a complete stranger, with my husband watching. I was so turned on, I wanted to be taken right then and there."

"Did you want him?"

"Yes, of course I did, though obviously not because of him. It's just that he was so close to my bare breasts, god, I thought he was going to take them into his mouth. It looked like he was about ready to devour my pussy, too. I was totally turned on, knowing you were watching. You see how wet I am."

"Would you have let him take you?"

Studying her husband, she paused before responding with a thoughtful smile. "Yes, if you wanted me to, I would have let him take me. David, all I ask is that you don't turn me into a total slut. Seriously, I only want to be with you. I don't mind if you want to show me off. I love it, actually, I really do, and I want us to do it more. Please, though, just don't let it go too far. I don't want to have sex with other men. You know I will, if that's what you'd like to see. I truly do want to be your hot wife. If that means letting other men fuck me, then I will, and I'll thoroughly enjoy it. I'll love the sex, but baby, this is what I'm trying to tell you: I don't want us to do that. I don't want any other man to have me. I want my pussy to belong to you, and only you."




There and Back Again



Nodding his understanding, David was about to say something when their young salesman rejoined them, quickly kneeling at Susan's feet.

"I'm really sorry about...you know..." Kirk said sheepishly, barely above a whisper. "You can have the shoes for free, okay? Please, just don't report me."

"We wouldn't dream of reporting you," she said, reaching down to cup his chin. "Don't worry, you're fine. Thank you for the offer, but we'll pay for the shoes. We don't want to get you in trouble. You didn't do anything wrong, you know. You were very sweet."

Gazing at her in wonder, he said, "Thanks! Umm...thanks!"

He rang them up, and they were on their way.

The next thing on David's agenda was to find Susan an outfit for the party that night. They went walking through the mall, checking out various dresses in the windows. While eyeing one ridiculously gaudy monstrosity, she grinned, "Honey, let's skip the clothes shopping for now. I have an idea for something really sexy to wear tonight. Come to think of it, instead of going all the way to the river, can we just lie out by the pool today?"

"Fine by me. And yeah, it'll be fun to see what you come up with for tonight. I kind of like the have-to-wait-and-see surprise aspect of it." Giving her a pleased grin, he added, "Whatever you're planning, I know it won't be something blah and boring."

"Oh, you definitely don't need to worry about that," she smiled, and as they turned to continue their stroll through the crowded mall she playfully flipped up the back of her little dress, flashing him her bare, gorgeous bottom.

~ ~ ~

Sunbathing by the pool, David was naked while Susan lay topless, wearing only a tiny thong. Though she too preferred to lie out naked, they both loved her thong tan line so she often chose to wear just her bikini bottoms for sunning. She usually maintained a small landing strip of pubic hair, but that morning she'd shaved her pussy completely bare.

Susan always felt sexier and perhaps even a bit sluttier that way, and ever since she'd written David his letter that was exactly how she wanted to feel. Anything she could do to heighten that feeling, she was all for it.

They were dozing off when the doorbell rang. 

"Expecting someone?" she asked.

"Not that I can recall."

After putting on some shorts, he went to answer the door. A minute later, he returned. "It's some flooring guy. He says you made an appointment with him a couple of weeks ago to come out and do our kitchen."

"Oh, shit, I did. Sorry, I completely spaced."

"Understandable. You've had a lot on your mind lately," he said, gently.

"Yes, I have..." she smiled, reaching up to stroke his cock through his shorts. "A whole lot...."

"Want me to get rid of him?" he grinned, watching as his sexy wife sat up to trail her mouth all along his obvious bulge.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, planting teasing kisses up and down his lengthening shaft. "No, it took forever to get him out here, and we really do need a new kitchen floor. The one we have now is hideous. Just go grab me something to put on, please. Tell him I'll be there in a minute."

Using the sliding door off the patio, David hurried to their bedroom and grabbed the first thing he saw. Returning to his nearly naked wife lying facedown on a sun lounger, he tossed it to her before heading back into the house to let the guy know she'd be right there.

A few moments later, Susan joined them. David couldn't see her since he had his back to the patio door, but from the reaction of the flooring guy he knew she must have come into the kitchen. First the guy's face went slack, then he hilariously stammered, "Uhh...ummm...hello!"

Susan smiled, offering her hand. "It's Eddie, right? You're the guy I talked to from the flooring company?"

David turned to acknowledge Susan's entrance.

She shot him a little smirk, letting him know he was a dumbass. "Pervert!" she mouthed, grinning when Eddie wasn't looking.

Susan stood before them wearing nothing but her tiny thong bottoms and a threadbare cut-off t-shirt.

The thong was white and sheer - she'd made sure when she bought it that it had no liner - and so small that her entire ass was left bare. Smiling to herself, she knew they could see her full, sexy labia through her transparent bottoms.

The t-shirt was a relic from her college days; a joke of a top that her future sorority sisters created to embarrass her for a Pledge Week dare in which she was forced to wear the crazy thing along with some skimpy panties while washing their cars on the front lawn of the sorority house. To make the dare even spicier, they had her do it in broad daylight, with dozens of local fraternity boys cheering her on.

That little top had been doctored by the girls to where it only went a few inches below her fantastic tits. Her firm breasts were so big that the bottom edge of the material draped away from her flat tummy a good eight inches. They'd also trimmed the neckline and armholes to a nearly obscene degree. Her breasts were completely exposed from the sides, almost to her succulent tips. The neckline was cut so low and the shoulder straps were made so narrow that only her large areolas and nipples were covered; that is, provided she stood straight and tall. If she leaned forward at all, her scandalous little t-shirt simply fell away, and she may as well have been topless. Along with everything else the girls had done to it, the shirt was so old and beat up that it was practically see-through, even when dry. Wet, it was totally transparent.

Her sorority sisters thought it would be a real hoot to make the gorgeous virgin with the porn star body wear such a revealing top around a bunch of horny frat boys.

As a final touch, they added the word 'SLUT' in capital letters to the tiny t-shirt, in bright red script.

Susan had kept that top mainly as a silly memento from her college days, though she occasionally still wore it when she had cleaning to do around the house. David had seen her in it a few times, but that was it.

That poor t-shirt was already old and threadbare back when the sorority girls gave it to her. Years later, following a million more washings? It was pure erotic comedy. In fact, she only wore it as a fun little distraction for when she had to do drudgery work. Wearing that top always made her laugh, especially the 'SLUT' moniker.

So there she was, standing in her kitchen wearing nothing but her 'SLUT' top and a pair of thong bikini bottoms that offered far less coverage than most of her panties. She was basically naked while talking to a middle-aged yet still attractive man seated at her glass top dining table, and her goofy husband was smirking at her!

'This is getting to be absurd,' she thought, thoroughly amused. 'Still, after our little adventure at the shoe store, this should be a piece of cake.'

She noticed David subtly trying to get her attention.

"I swear, I didn't know!" he mouthed, with a loopy grin.

Teasing him, she rolled her eyes and smiled.

After taking a seat with them at the table, Susan began talking to Eddie about her project plans, while David watched and listened. His sexy wife certainly gave him a lot to see. She was playing a flirty, teasing game with them, and he was enjoying every second of it.

Eddie would get down on his knees to point something out about their kitchen floor, and Susan would kneel right alongside him. They'd gesture here and there as they discussed various ideas, and all the while she'd be bending and leaning, fully displaying every inch of her ravishing body.

When Susan caught David smirking at her and Eddie, he raised his eyebrows questioningly, or maybe it was a challenge, she wasn't quite sure. Regardless, she smiled and blew an answering kiss.

'Okay,' she thought, grinning to herself, 'if he wants a hot wife, I'll give him a hot wife!'

She stuck her tongue out at him before joining Eddie on the kitchen floor. Tucking her folded legs beneath her, she leaned directly across the surprised man's lap to study his clipboard diagrams.

Eddie couldn't help but look down her top; with the way Susan was leaning on only one arm, her tiny t-shirt had shifted, leaving one breast completely exposed.

Susan pretended not to notice, and so did Eddie, who nevertheless couldn't stop staring while he continued to ramble on about square footage costs and up-charges for different materials. When he started talking about the configuration of the tiles in the irregularly shaped corner of the kitchen, Susan crawled over on her hands and knees towards that spot, which was near the table where David sat watching.

As she approached her leering husband, she gave him a knowing grin and a subtle shake of her shoulders, enticingly wobbling her tits for him. When she reached the table, she lowered her upper body to slither into the corner Eddie had pointed out. She was on her forearms and knees, legs spread, ass high in the air, her bare breasts fully exposed beneath her tiny top.

"Are you talking about these tiles? These small, triangulated ones?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder at Eddie.

She knew her pose was mind-bogglingly sexy. Her see-through thong was wedged deep in her tempting split, baring her entire ass along with a detailed impression of her pussy lips. While still looking innocently over her shoulder, she reached back to reposition the narrow strip of sheer material covering her slit, in the process treating both men to an explicit glimpse of her dusky pink asshole and beautiful pussy.

Eddie stammered, "Yeah, those...those tiles. I gotta charge a little more 'cause everything has to be hand-cut to fit that corner."

David had to hand it to the guy. Somehow, he was maintaining his cool. Staring Eddie in the face were the firm, gorgeous tits and perfect ass of an outrageously beautiful young wife who was putting on the tease of a lifetime for him, and still he was able to maintain his professional decorum.

'I wonder what might happen to the guy's professionalism if I weren't here? For that matter, would Susan still give him the same show? With her penchant for exhibitionism, hmmm...' he found himself thinking.

Interrupting David's thoughts, Eddie told the young couple that he wanted to take some floor measurements, then he would need about a half-hour to put everything together before he could come up with his best price.

Susan offered to help move the kitchen set out of the way, and she even started doing it, which made for an absolutely amazing sight as her bare breasts continually bobbled in and out of her tiny top.

Eddie laughed, "Thank you for the offer, but please, ma'am, let me handle the physical labor. I'll let you guys know when I'm done."

With nothing else to do for the time being, Susan and David went back out to the pool area.

"Smooth move!" she laughed, once they were alone outside. "Could you have possibly picked anything more obscene for me to wear?"

"Hey, I was in a hurry! I just grabbed the first thing I saw sitting on your dresser. I didn't even look to see what it was!"

"Of course you didn't. C'mere...."

Lying back on her sun lounger, she motioned him into her arms. Once she had him on top of her, she kissed him and said, "It's okay, honey. That was actually really fun. Now that I know you're going to show me off to every guy we meet, I should just enjoy myself and go crazy with it, huh?"

"Baby, I'm serious!" he laughed. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I didn't know we were going to have some flooring guy here today, I didn't pay any attention to which top I grabbed, and I sure as hell wasn't expecting you to come bopping into the kitchen practically bare-assed naked, with your awesome tits totally showing! It was an accident!"

Giggling, she gave him a big hug. "I'm just teasing you, sweetie. I could have easily thrown something else on. He would've waited while I got dressed. Once I saw what you tossed me, though, I thought it would be fun to wear it for you in front of him, especially with these barely-there panties. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Immensely," he grinned.

"I had a feeling you would," she said, with a sexy smile. "It wasn't just you, either. I think I was every bit as turned on as you were. That was definitely hot.

"Anyway, now that we've got some time to kill, why don't you rub a little sunscreen on me...."

Giving him an even sexier smile, she took off her top and tossed it aside before rolling onto her stomach to rest her head in her folded arms.

Except for a tiny see-through thong, she was again completely naked.

"Susan, you know Eddie will see you if he just takes a look out the kitchen window, right?"

She smiled coyly. "And your point is...?"

When all he gave her for an answer was an amused grin, she lifted from her lounger to grab a bottle of sunscreen and hand it back to him.

David set about slowly rubbing the cream into every nook and cranny of her spectacular body. She purred in appreciation, especially when he slid his hands beneath her to cup her breasts. Craving his touch, she arched her back and raised her hips each time he neared her ass or pussy.

Every so often he glanced over at the kitchen window. Sure enough, Eddie was sneaking peeks.

"Don't look now, gorgeous, but we have an audience. It seems ol' Eddie there just couldn't resist the temptation to check out the hot wife some more."

The obvious grin in his voice made Susan smile. "Oh really? He's watching us right now?"

"He was a second ago, yep."

"Hmmm...interesting. So, my horny husband, just how much of your sexy wife are you planning on showing our intrepid flooring guy? Should I go ahead and take off my panties too?"

"How much of my sexy wife do you want to show him?" he grinned, cupping and squeezing her luscious ass. Slipping her thong aside, he took a few moments to tease her cute little star with his circling fingertip before gently pressing inside.

Her mouthwatering bottom immediately responded to his touch, writhing in needy figure-eights. "Mmmmmm, god, I love when you go in my ass," she moaned, raising her hips even higher.

"I love being in your ass," he smiled, stroking all the way inside her hot, tight clutch. Leaning down to kiss and playfully nip between her shoulder blades, he gave her a solid thirty seconds of deep reaming before abruptly pulling out. "You still haven't answered my question, though. How much do you want to show him?"

She turned to him with a wicked smirk. "Bastard. Now you're just teasing me. You want me to be constantly horny."

He grinned smugly.

Sighing in exasperation, she smiled while lowering her head back into her arms. After a short pause, she said, "There will be times when I'm going to do what I want without waiting for you to ask first, but I think I'll let this one be your call. I told you the rules: I'm your wife, and I'll do whatever you want. If you just want to play with my ass and rub cream on me, I'm fine with that. If you want to pull my panties off and fuck me right here, I would absolutely love it. I'll never pass up a chance to have sex. Always remember that, baby. I'm yours to do with as you please, and that means anytime, anywhere...anything."

"I know, and thank you. You're the perfect woman, you know that?"

"No I'm not, but thank you for saying it. I just want you."

"Sweetie, go ahead and enjoy the sunshine. We don't need to go overboard. Thank you for everything, though. You're just amazing."

He leaned down to kiss her sweet bottom before rolling over to his own lounger, then they both dozed off.

A little while later they heard Eddie calling to them, and David hopped up and went into the kitchen.

Susan sat up blinking, trying to gain her bearings amid the harsh glare of the mid-day sun. She started to follow David into the kitchen, until she remembered she'd taken off her top. She was just beginning to slip it back on when she paused to consider the situation.

"Screw it," she giggled, tossing her t-shirt onto the patio table.

Topless, she strolled into the kitchen.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Eddie.

David gasped, then he laughed while giving her a standing ovation, clapping and whistling as she did a playful twirl for them.

"Whatever," she grinned, finishing her sexy pirouette. "That silly little top wasn't hiding anything anyway."

Poking David in the ribs, she pushed him back into his chair before sitting down sidesaddle in his lap, facing Eddie. Once she was properly situated, she wrapped his arms around her waist while wriggling her bare bottom on his hardening cock.

"So, Eddie, what did you come up with?" she smiled, sexily grinding on her husband's erection.

Eddie's quote was quite a bit lower than his original estimate.

"Baby, look how much better his price is now! Imagine that!" laughed David, tickling her sides.

She squealed adorably, treating him to a gorgeous peal of giggles while thrashing and squirming beneath his fingertips, until finally he let up. Grinning at the two men, Susan continued happily bouncing in her lover's lap, her naked breasts bouncing merrily along as well, much to Eddie's delight.

"Eddie, how long will the job take, and how many men will be here?" she asked, leaning forward to do teasing circles on the rock-hard shaft pressing against her pussy.

Watching the sexy wife play, he grinned, "If I had even half a brain, I'd make this little project last at least a couple of weeks. Knowing me, though, I'll be an idiot and get it all done in a day."

David laughed, and Susan gave Eddie a charming smile.

Gathering up his things, he added, "Seriously, start to finish, it will only take a few hours, and it'll just be me and my boy. He's a good kid. You'll like him, and he does great work. Hell, if I tell him you'll be here, he may even show up on time."

"Oh, I'll be here with bells on," she grinned.

~ ~ ~

Running her fingertips over the pretty things she'd laid out on the bed, Susan was glad for the big party she and David were going to attend that night at their friend Steve's parents' house.

Steve had a huge crush on Susan, and so did his late-forties father. For as long as anyone could remember, those two had always been very touchy-feely with her, the father in particular, which amused his wife to no end.

"Honey, you'd better just stick with me. Susan is way out of your league!" she would laugh.

Unable to help himself, his "Latin lover" persona always kicked into high gear whenever he had a few drinks. He'd monopolize the young beauty for the entire evening, hardly giving anyone else a chance to dance with her. His inhibitions sufficiently lowered, he would become a nonstop flatterer, his hands taking constant liberties. His clever fingers loved to go roaming over her lush curves, and that was when his wife would affectionately tease him about his amorous intentions. Making everyone laugh, he'd act properly chastened, like a little boy who'd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Knowing how both the father and son loved to flirt with her, Susan always made sure to wear her sexiest things for them. She enjoyed their flirting, and delighted in giving it right back. Whether it was a warm kiss on the lips in greeting, a coy smile and provocative crossing of her legs when she'd catch them sneaking peeks up her skimpy skirt, or a playfully suggestive hip-grind during a slow dance, she certainly was an encouraging tease.

Having no doubt that David would definitely approve, she decided to step it up a bit with her outfit for the party that night. Since Steve's grandparents were also going to be there, of course she had to keep it somewhat toned down, despite the fact that his grandmother was the one who always took the most glee in teasing Steve's dad about his lechery. Mama Zambino thought it an absolute riot, the way her daughter's husband could scarcely keep his hands off the "beautiful bambina."




There and Back Again



Getting ready for the party, Susan opted to wear her long raven hair down, teasing it into an unruly mane that gave her the appearance of a woman who'd just climbed out of bed following a wild night of passionate sex. Further accentuating her brazenly erotic look were a pair of large hoop earrings, a black silk choker, and make-up done in a smoky finish. Going with a minimum of jewelry, she wore only a single silver bracelet around her right biceps.

Her wraparound skirt was of a peasant design, crimson red and elaborately frilly, featuring a deep split over her left thigh that ran nearly to her hip. Loose and flouncy, reaching her mid-thigh only at its longest point, it wasn't too overly short, and she looked absolutely spectacular in it.

Although it wasn't her most revealing skirt, she still felt extremely turned on wearing it without panties. Realizing how easy it was going to be to offer sexy flashes of her naked pussy, she looked forward to doing some serious flirting with David, Steve and his father.

Her red stiletto heels only made her smooth, sculpted legs and incredible ass look that much more outstanding.

Still, she knew it was her breasts that would be the main attraction of the evening. The top she'd selected was a lovely piece of revealing lingerie that clearly wasn't designed to be worn as outerwear. Leaving her alluring navel exposed, it was a half-length white halter made of gauzy stretch-Lycra. Its subtle lace pattern only minimally obscured her braless breasts while thin spaghetti straps left her tanned arms and shoulders deliciously bare. Although the top was skintight and low-cut it didn't need to be in order to do the job, since it was also semi-transparent. The back was nearly absent the lace embroidery that helped to keep her at least marginally decent in the front; it was primarily sheer netting, and completely see-through.

She couldn't wear a bra with it even if she wanted to; which, of course, she didn't.

Taking in the entire picture, what with her wild hair, her hoop earrings, her enticingly breezy peasant's skirt, her scandalous stiletto heels and tummy-baring, white stretch-lace top, the overall effect was that of an exotically sexy gypsy dancer.

The party was a wonderful affair, with excellent food, drink and music. Following a few too many glasses of red wine, Mister Latin Lover made his usual appearance on the makeshift dance floor set up in the living room, his wandering hands taking advantage of every opportunity to explore Susan's gorgeous bottom, and Steve nearly went into cardiac arrest when she pressed her gloriously erect nipples against his chest while giving the firm bulge in his pants an especially hot pussy-grind. Meanwhile, his slightly tipsy mother was running around exclaiming to her bemused guests how amazing Susan looked. To top it all off, everyone's favorite too-old-to-give-a-fuck grandmother made the whole group laugh when she blatantly cupped Susan's breasts and bobbled them about.

"Now this is a beautiful woman, and these are a real woman's breasts!" proclaimed Mama Zambino in her thick Sicilian accent.

Laughing from across the living room, Steve's mom shouted, "Mother! Take your hands off the pretty girl's boobs! Did you even ask for her permission before you started playing with them?"

And so it went....

Susan was beaming the whole night while mingling, dancing and flirting up a storm. Definitely the belle of the ball, she could hardly find a moment's rest, so many people wanted to dance with her.

Finally the party started to wind down, until the only people still up after everyone else had gone home were Susan, David, Steve, Steve's father, and Joel, a friend of the family. They were all playing pool in the den, and Joel kept teasing Steve about the way he couldn't pry his eyes off Susan's breasts long enough to pay attention to the game.

David grinned, "Can you blame the guy? Lay off poor Steve."

"Yeah, Joel, lay off him," chimed in Steve's dad. "What are you, half a fag? Look at this girl! She's beautiful!"

"Of course she is. To tell the truth, I was just pondering her top myself," smiled Joel. "The way it's made, I'm kind of wondering whether she doesn't have it on backwards."

"What do you mean?" asked Steve.

"Well, look at it. The back is lower than the front, and notice how the straps taper down in the front compared to how they do it in the back. Usually with a belly shirt the back part is higher, and the straps taper down and widen more in the front."

"That's true," Susan said. "Also, this top came with no tags. You know what? You might be right. Maybe I do have it on backwards."

"Switch it around and see," said David.

"Okay," she smiled.

Heading off to the bathroom, she returned a minute later with her top spun around. Her neckline was much lower, showing off a lot more of her spellbinding cleavage, and less of her back was exposed. More importantly, due to the see-through white netting having been rotated to the front, her bare breasts were fully revealed.

"Let's see the back," Steve said.

She turned around, and everyone added their two cents as to how it looked.

"So, which way is better?" she asked.

"Let's see it again, the way it was," Joel said.

She took off again, returning a moment later with her top back in its original position.

"Well?" she smiled, joining everyone in staring at her breasts.

"I'm not sure which way is right, but I think it definitely looks best the other way," Steve said, smiling like a gibbon.

"Yep, I think you're fine either way," added Joel, sharing in Steve's glee.

"I'm not sure either," David grinned, and a laughing Susan leaned down to punch him in the chest.

"Try it one more time the other way," said Steve's dad, figuring they may as well see how far she would let them push it.

"You guys are impossible," she giggled.

They all sat patiently, waiting with expectant grins.

"Okay, fine," she said, laughing again, and she started toward the bathroom before suddenly stopping. "Oh, whatever..." she smiled. Turning her back, she simply reached down, crossed her arms and peeled off her top right in front of them. She was facing the patio door, so everyone saw her bare breasts in the reflection of the glass. They juddered beautifully once she managed to finish pulling the clingy top over her head, and with the way her back was arched her pouting globes sat up perfectly.

Her nipples were hard bullets when she caught David's reflection, and she smiled knowingly to him. Sassily cocking her hip, she took her sweet time searching for the mysterious missing tag. Lifting the sheer lace to the light, she thoroughly examined it inside and out, until at last she appeared satisfied that indeed there was no tag to be found.

Turning to face the group again, she started to pull her top back on. Enjoying their lustful stares, she lingered with her arms crossed above her head, treating them to a tantalizing view of her magnificent tits before finally managing to pull the little halter the rest of the way down. Not that it really mattered, since her top was again on backwards and therefore completely transparent. Her areolas were showing to such a degree that she may as well have been nude. Her large, dark pink nipples were erect, poking all the way through the white netting. Her skimpy top only seemed to intensify the sexiness of her breasts, highlighting rather than obscuring her gorgeous treasures.

"I'll just leave it like this. I think it looks prettier this way, don't you? It's more comfortable too," she said, smiling to each man one by one while smoothing her scarlet fingertips over the exposed bare skin of her devastating globes.

It was the perfect game, for even as she encouraged them to ogle her deliciously taboo breasts the facade of innocence was faithfully maintained.

Once again, it was the very essence of Susan, laid bare: beautiful beyond compare, always on vivid display, yet utterly unattainable.

By that point it was going on two in the morning, and Joel said he needed to hit the road. Steve's dad also called it an evening, saying he was headed to bed, and Susan gave them each a warm hug goodnight.

Grabbing some drinks, Steve, David and Susan adjourned to the living room to watch TV. Susan kicked off her heels and joined her husband on the couch, where she engaged Steve in a playful foot-wrestling match as he lay beneath them on the floor.

After a few minutes of channel surfing, Steve got up to turn off the lights before returning to his spot on his stomach in front of the couch. Once he was all settled in, Susan climbed into David's lap; straddling him, she had just started to kiss him when Steve asked, "What movie do you guys want to watch?"

Without turning back, Susan giggled, "You pick this time."

"Yeah, I can see that you two are a little distracted there. Okay, here we go, let's give you something nice and romantic..." he grinned, after searching through a box of VHS tapes.

"Mmmm, that would be good," smiled Susan, leaning in again to kiss her husband.

When Steve popped in an old Van Halen video, they all laughed.

"You're such a dork," she teased, giving him an affectionate kick.

"Whatever," he chuckled, swapping out the Van Halen tape for Braveheart.

"Much better...thank you..." she said between wet kisses.

As Steve settled back in to watch their favorite movie, Susan began a serious make-out session with her husband. She was still straddling him, and Steve was on the floor directly beneath them, his feet up on the couch.

Before too long, David pulled Susan's top over her breasts and started sucking on her nipples. Moaning loudly enough to be heard over the TV, she began making circles on his crotch with her bare bottom. Wanting more contact, she took his hands and slid them beneath her skirt, pressing them to her smooth, warm curves.

She turned to check on Steve, who seemed to be falling asleep. Still, she knew that if he just turned his head the slightest bit he would be treated to the sight of her naked back, not to mention her bare ass spread wide open atop her husband's lap.

Even though she was pretty sure Steve was playing possum, she decided to risk it.

"Touch me," she whispered to David. Grinning eagerly, she pulled her top off and slithered out of her skirt before reaching down to release his cock. Pressing her breast to his lips, she positioned her pussy above his towering shaft and slowly lowered her hips, moaning deeply as she took him all the way inside.

Steve's foot slid across the couch, bumping her writhing bottom. She jumped, then giggled. Though he appeared to be asleep, she still wasn't buying it.

David pulled her down to him, trailing hot kisses from her breasts to her mouth. When they paused in their kissing, she whispered, "Fuck me, baby. Please, give it to me good. Your sexy wife needs to be fucked long and hard."

Lifting her hips, she slammed down on his cock. He tried not to groan out loud, and she buried her face in his shoulder to help silence her own scream.

"Mmmm, baby, your cock is so hard inside me. God, I love fucking you. Can you feel how wet I am?"

"Feel it? I can even hear it..." he said, and they listened to the wonderfully wet sluicing sounds her pussy made upon each stroke of his thick shaft into her silky warmth. With every dropping of her hips her pussy sang sweetly, driving them both insane; up and down she rode, imploring him to keep squeezing her ass as their bodies slapped together.

They'd been fucking for a solid five minutes when Susan noticed movement in the kitchen. Glancing to her left, she saw Steve's father setting a glass of water on the granite countertop.

"Allan is watching us," she whispered into David's mouth. Wetly tongue-kissing him, she kept lifting and crashing, hotly fucking her husband, making her gorgeous tits dance.

"How do you know? Where is he?"

"He's getting a glass of water in the kitchen. He's pretending not to notice, but he's watching us."

Sitting up to cup her breasts, she chanced another quick glance toward the kitchen. She turned back to David, moaning into his mouth while clenching her pussy on his pulsing cock.

"He's still there. He's definitely watching us."

"What do you want to do?" he groaned, clutching her naked bottom in beautiful anguish.

Gasping with pleasure, she nipped at his chin before whispering, "Keep going. Baby, he wants to watch us fuck, so let him watch. Let Steve watch, too. Let the whole world watch. I'm proud to be fucking my husband...mmmmmm...don't stop...."

She began wildly pounding her ass up and down, riding him in a frenzy; taking her by the hips, he tossed her around like a rag doll.

"I'm going to cum!" she cried. "Make me cum!"

With their bodies smacking together and her wet sex inflaming his senses, David felt a powerful orgasm building; he drove harder, loudly slapping her ass as his cum raced up his shaft.

When she felt his hot torrent flooding her pussy, Susan let loose a gorgeous shriek while drenching his pulsing cock in her own gushing release. Cresting endless rolling waves, her body gone liquid, she rode it out with him; finally they slowed, melting into a more languid, tender lovemaking. Curling up in a spoons position, she pulled a blanket over them and snuggled tightly against him, happy and secure in her husband's warm embrace.

"Thank god you came back to me," he whispered, caressing her cheek. 

"Thank god you were still there for me," she whispered in return, nuzzling his fingertips. The love in his eyes filled her heart to overflowing, and she began to cry.

He gently held her in his arms, kissing the tears sparkling on her beautiful face. He whispered to her, and she touched his lips. Their breathing softened into a joined rhythm, until together they fell blissfully asleep.

Susan had come home.

~the end~ 

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