5 comments/ 52836 views/ 19 favorites Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 01 By: SteveLee1146 Susan Adams was a lovely young woman in almost every way. She was about 5' 4" tall and weighed about 120 lbs. More important, those 120 pounds were distributed in almost perfect proportion with large, firm breasts and long legs. From the rear she also presented an attractive picture with a soft, round, very feminine bottom that swayed enticingly as she walked. This figure was topped off with a very pretty face, deep blue eyes and a "crowning glory" of shoulder-length blond hair worn in a neat page-boy style. A woman to attract attention in almost any company and from any angle. All-in-all, a most desirable woman. Unfortunately, there was one major flaw in this seeming paragon – her personality. She had developed a waspish tongue, a scornful and sneering look and a tendency to find a flaw in any happy event or idea. She had also developed a habit of belittling other people, particularly her husband, a man who seemingly could do nothing right no matter how hard he tried. The surprising thing, however, was that until six months ago her personality matched her looks in terms of attractiveness. She had been modest, soft-spoken, and a pleasure to be with. Boys, and later, men flocked after her and enjoyed her company immensely, their only criticism was her insistence of not only being virgin, but also untouched. Other than a few quick squeezes of her breasts through her clothes, that luscious body was totally unexplored, despite frequent attempts, until Jim Adams came along. Jim was a graduate student working on a PhD in English at the state university, and he was teaching a three-week summer course in early English literature at a local community college. As is common with such courses, most of the students were relatively young female school teachers fulfilling state requirements and working for a master's degree to make more money. Most of them could hardly have cared less about medieval literature and were interested only in acquiring credits so, eventually, they wouldn't have to take any more courses. For the women students, married and unmarried, the most interesting element in the daily lecture was Jim, himself. He was 26, reasonably good looking, just under six feet in height and, as a result of having just returned from a month-long National Guard encampment, he was tanned and fit. The course was probably as boring for him as for the students, but it represented a nice source of summer income for a relatively impecunious graduate student. As with most young male instructors, he maintained his interest by a careful scrutiny of the female students. Almost always in such classes there were one or more young women who displayed a great part of their charms to an instructor facing them, perhaps from carelessness, from not being aware of how clearly they could be seen, or, perhaps, in hopes of an easy way to a better grade. In this class, however, Jim had hit the jackpot. In fact, he would have had a difficult time avoiding seeing a selection of panties nicely displayed as legs were loosely crossed or just blatantly left open. On a few occasions, usually at one of the exam times, he was treated to a very clear view of open thighs crowned by a profusion of cunt hair. Jim enjoyed the view, gave his lectures and managed to keep down or, at least, hide the natural erection that tended to result from such sights. However, there was one young woman, a junior high school teacher, who stood out from the crowd. She sat in the front row and seemed to be actually interested in the lectures and course work. She also stood out because of her relatively modest dress (her skirts always below the knee) and her posture (feet flat on the floor). In fact, the one view that did cause an erection (fortunately he was standing behind the lectern at the time) was when her jacket fell off the back of her chair and she turned to reach for it. As she strained to reach behind her chair, her legs parted quite widely, and Jim's eyes were treated to a delectable, and exciting, expanse of thighs that extended upwards to the crotch of a very pink pair of panties. She would have been absolutely mortified if she had known how she had exhibited herself, and, in fact was mortified much later when Jim described the occasion to her. This, of course was Susan, and she certainly stood out in the crowd. Susan's sincere interest in the course work led to several brief discussions after class and, also, to two or three office conversations about an assigned paper. These meetings were friendly but impersonal, so Susan was pleasantly surprised a week after classes ended when Jim called and asked her out to dinner. She had found him attractive in class, but had not detected any interest on his part. The dinner date went well and, within a short time, their relationship took on a most serious turn: their initial attraction grew into real affection and that affection soon blossomed into love. Love inevitably led to sexual intimacy and within a short time Susan's previously unexplored body was fondled, first her breasts and finally, after their engagement in the spring, her cunt. Nonetheless, when their marriage took place, she was still that rarity, a 24-year-old virgin. That wedding took place the following August, almost the anniversary of their meeting. Their honeymoon was a delight because, to her complete surprise, Susan was wildly excited when finally introduced to real sex. The first time Jim's cock entered her cunt she felt only a brief moment of pain when her hymen was broken and, after that, the entire act of sexual intercourse was pleasurable. Jim started out screwing her very gently, but as their sexual experience together grew, he discovered that she had stronger orgasms as he pounded her harder and harder. As his cock punished her cunt she got hotter and hotter until she exploded with such a passion that she hardly recognized herself. In fact, the first few times she came so hard that she was embarrassed. That soon passed and she gradually accepted the erotic side of her nature. Needless to say, Jim was delighted with his new wife and endeavored to build her passions higher while, at the same time, attaining a new peak for himself. Oddly enough, however, Susan continued being quite conservative in determining what were acceptable sexual activities and practices. For her, sexual intercourse basically meant one of two things – Jim on top screwing her or, after considerable convincing, her on top. Almost everything else was forbidden by her ingrained sense of modesty and idea of what was "right." In fact, Susan was one of the unfortunate women who had a body that delighted in sexual activities and sensations, but was saddled with a mind under the control of a puritan censor. Despite this fixation on proper behavior for married couples, there were two variations that found their way into their repertoire. The closest thing to what might be called sexual gymnastics came about as a result of a playful wrestling match in which Susan ended up over Jim's knee. Her delectable, round bottom was exposed in a pair of diaphanous panties, inevitably leading Jim to playfully spank her four or five times before releasing her on her promise to behave. As she turned over it was immediately clear that she was sexually excited and they enjoyed one of the most satisfying bouts of screwing that either could remember. Such wrestling bouts and playful spanking became a frequent part of their foreplay, but the one time Jim got carried away by the pleasant feeling of her resilient hips and really spanked her hard several times, Susan became furious. After calming down, Susan admitted that she couldn't understand her own over reaction but it became obvious that this bit of sex-play no longer was acceptable. The idea of being under someone's control and hurt by them was something she just could not stand, even if that person was her loving husband. The other sexual variation that Susan came to accept would seem to be even more questionable from her point of view, but it began before her defenses were in place. Jim learned that one of the foreplay practices that really turned Susan on was to have her cunt lightly stroked and caressed. She would lie flat with her legs raised and spread while he lay between them and used his fingertips to excite her. As she became wet he would increase the speed of his stroking and begin to tickle her clit. Her hips would rise from the bed and she would begin to undulate, legs opening and closing, as her passion grew. At that point Jim would continue either the fingering of her cunt until she had an orgasm or he would rise up between her legs, inserting his cock into her cunt and screwing her. One day, however, as she was reaching the point where an orgasm was coming, Jim leaned forward and began to lick her cunt, running his tongue along and between the cunt lips and then concentrating on her clit. Susan was not aware of what he was doing at first, and by the time she realized that this new pleasure was from his tongue, not his finger, it was too late. The new sensation sent her over the edge and she had one of her biggest orgasms ever. After recovering, her first reaction, again, was embarrassment that such a perverted and non-hygienic act could have excited her so. She couldn't believe that Jim would not have been repulsed by what she thought of as a very messy cunt. Despite her misgivings, however, Jim finally convinced her that the act was perfectly normal and that, far from being repelled, he really enjoyed licking her when she was wet. Actually, it was not really too hard to persuade her that a sexual variation that gave them both so much pleasure couldn't be too bad. Several days later they were sitting on the couch and playing around, Jim ran his hand up her skirt, removed her panties, felt her cunt and found it to be very wet. He immediately pushed her onto her back on the couch, knelt on the floor between her legs, and began to lick her cunt. He concentrated on flicking his tongue over her cunt lips and lightly sucking her clit. Almost beside herself with excitement, Susan erupted into an orgasm that left her breathless. After that she could not deny the fact that even if cunt-licking was perverted, she loved it, and, from that time onward, it became an integral part of their love making. If she was feeling excited from reading a book, seeing a movie or just from sexy thoughts, Jim seemed to know instinctively. Perhaps it was the same instinct that lets male wild animals know when females are in heat, or perhaps it was just that Susan unconsciously gave a signal that Jim unconsciously recognized. Whatever the cause, Jim delighted in the new sexual nature the he had brought out in Susan: in a real as well as literary sense, he felt as if he were Pygmalion and she his Galatea. That pretty much represented the sexual bounds of their marriage: regular sexual intercourse and cunnilingus. Susan made it clear, when the subject was broached quite obliquely, that her cunt was the only aperture in her body into which a cock could be inserted. Any other act would be a perversion which she would not countenance. With those limits in place, their married life settled down into a very pleasant and loving relationship. Susan continued teaching at the local junior high school while Jim stayed on the long and arduous road to a doctorate. He had passed his general exams with flying colors, impressing his advisors tremendously, and had embarked on the final step, the dissertation. So the end, if distant, was in sight. Then, after two years of married life on a shoestring, he received a fabulous break. An expansion of enrollment in English combined with an unexpected retirement at the end of the spring semester permitted the hiring of a new faculty member in the department. Pleased with his record and the progress he had made toward completing his PhD work (and to avoid an expensive and time consuming search) the position of Instructor was offered to Jim with promotion to Assistant Professor when he received his degree. After considering the offer for about five seconds, Jim accepted. This, of course, changed their entire life style. Even with Susan's salary it had been impossible to find an affordable apartment and they had been living in married graduate student housing. Now their finances permitted them to improve their living standards and contemplate the future. In this case, one piece of good luck followed another, for they were fortunate enough to find a furnished apartment to rent at a reasonably exorbitant rate. A couple, Don and Jean Brewer, owned a large, Victorian house with an attached three-car garage with servant quarters upstairs. Don Brewer had inherited the family home and the garage apartment had been renovated as a "mother" suite for Susan's mother. Shortly afterwards, and before moving in, the mother re-married (a June wedding) and moved to Florida, leaving a fresh, new apartment available just as Jim's appointment came through. Hardly believing such luck, Jim and Susan signed a lease and prepared to move in. The only hang up was Jim's annual National Guard stint in July, but even that worked out for the Brower's spent every July at their cabin in Maine and were pleased to start the lease in August. That settled, they were ready to move to the next stage of their marriage, being parents. This was one thing that they agreed upon as they prepared for the move – it was time to have children. Susan was now 26 and her maternal instincts and the sense of passing time gave her a real sense of urgency. While Jim spent July in camp, Susan stopped taking the pill, giving its contraception qualities time to wear off. After a separation of a month, they would be more than ready for the baby-making process. Then it would be merely a period of waiting for the inevitable pregnancy to occur. When they finally did move in early in August, they found out that they had been even luckier than they knew. The apartment was virtually a separate house connected to the Victorian by an enclosed deck, providing easy access in either direction. This had been provided so that Jean's mother could be independent but, at the same time, close enough to feel secure. At first Susan and Jim were worried about too much proximity to their landlords, but that fear vanished almost immediately. Don and Jean were somewhat older than Susan and Jim, being in their early 40's, but the two couples hit it off right away, particularly the women. Jean became a combination older sister and best friend to Susan which, on the surface, seemed surprising because of significant differences between them. Jean, at 5' 9" and 160 pounds towered over Susan. Where Susan was soft and cuddly, Jean was solid and femininely muscled from a rigorous workout program. Susan was inexperienced and somewhat prim while Jean was worldly and extroverted. Nonetheless, within two weeks of moving in, the women were as close as if they had known each other for years. This closeness and compatibility was fortunate since both women found themselves alone most evenings. Don was an officer in a real estate managing firm which was engaged in a major contract negotiation which required frequent evening meetings and constant travel. Jim was buried under work, preparing lectures and the other academic duties of a beginning college instructor while, at the same time, trying to finish the research and writing on his Ph.D. thesis. During the week, this was not so bad since both women were busy themselves, but on Friday nights and weekends they depended on each other for company. Jean and Susan both loved old movies, particularly romances, so every Friday after dinner, Susan would relax with a hot shower, put on a pair of panties and a robe, and cross the little deck to Jean's. At first Susan, who tended to be more formal, would knock on the door and wait for Jean to answer, but as their relationship developed, she would just open the door, call out "it's me," and climb the stairs to the second floor bedroom. Usually Jean would meet her at the landing, but as they became increasingly casual with each other, she sometimes was in the process of finishing her shower and putting on her robe. Jean had been an athlete in college and was quite used to being nude with other women and thought nothing of standing naked, drying off with a towel, while talking to Susan. Susan, on the other hand, had never even seen another woman completely undressed and certainly had never been undressed in front of another person until she married Jim. The first time she came in and found Jean nude, she was horribly embarrassed and didn't know where to look. She managed to hide her discomfort and, as time passed, she was able to relax and finally she admitted to herself that she enjoyed the intimate feeling created by the Jean's casual nudity. In fact, she came to enjoy watching Jean finishing her shower ritual; drying, creaming parts of her body, rubbing perfumed body lotion on other parts, etc. Jean did present an attractive picture. She was tall, her body firm, with large, non-sagging breasts with very prominent nipples. Her stomach was still flat and at its base was a triangle of abundant brunette cunt hair. Her legs were long and, at the age of 40, the thighs were as firm as those of a 20-year old woman. Her exercise regime had clearly served its purpose. Jean was proud of her figure and, noticing Susan's obvious interest, she quickly came to enjoy exposing her body. Actually, she always had been something of an exhibitionist and, in addition, had enjoyed looking, without lewd or lascivious thoughts, at the nude bodies of pretty teammates, much as one would get pleasure from looking at a painting of a nude woman. She was flattered by the, at first, surreptitious, scrutiny of her body by the younger woman and found it to be a little exciting. So, while Susan deliberately arrived early hoping to catch Jean before she put on her robe, Jean deliberately delayed finishing her toilette so she could display her charms. Both got a great deal of relatively innocent pleasure out of this weekly "nudie" show and any self-consciousness from looking or showing disappeared as their friendship deepened. Eventually, Jean simply walked around or, when the weather was warm, even lay around naked, with both of them getting a secret thrill from this moderately illicit display. It should be noted however, that the show was one-sided. Susan kept her robe firmly closed and, while she got brave enough not to wear panties under the robe, she couldn't bring herself to expose her body, even to another woman. For the first time in her life, however, she began to wonder about how it would feel to be as free and casual as Jean. On several occasions she did think of letting her robe come open and even looked for a pretext to do so, but her nerve always failed at the last moment. So, their Friday evenings usually began with a mutually enjoyable display of Jean's nude body, followed by a companionable session of reclining on a king sized bed watching a romantic movie. Following the movie, Jean would escort Susan to the door, give her a chaste, feminine good night kiss on the cheek, and Susan would go across to where Jim was waiting. A very pleasurable way to end the week. However, for Susan the evening was far from over. Jim's work load placed real limits on their sexual activities during the week, but he made sure that he put his research or school work aside before the movie-viewing was over. As she came through the door, he would be ready to sweep Susan off her feet and carry her into the bedroom. After studying Jean's nude body, watching a romantic movie and then having her husband pick her up and carry her, she was bound to be aroused. Jim would place her on the bed, open her robe, remove her panties (when she wore them), spread her legs and proceed to use his tongue and fingers on her cunt to bring her to orgasm. She always was very wet and Jim delighted in licking her cunt lips and clit as the moisture continued to flow. Finally, after a long session of cunnilingus, Jim would mount her and insert his rigid cock into her. Actually, the cunt-licking served a dual purpose: it obviously was very exciting for Susan, but it also was beneficial for their mutual pleasure in intercourse. Susan's cunt was relatively tight, and it was difficult for Jim to hold back once he was into her. However, when she was extremely aroused after cunnilingus and at the point of orgasm when he entered, there was no need to delay his own climax. Thus, after this extensive foreplay had served its dual purposes, both were ready for a vigorous and very satisfying screwing, culminating in an explosive ejaculation inside of Susan's cunt. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 01 Regrettably, this sexual intercourse, while physically and emotionally satisfying, was not having the expected results, pregnancy-wise. After Jim's return from camp, August was a month of seemingly endless screwing, and with great expectations, Susan looked forward to the unmistakable evidence that their strenuous efforts were going to, by next April, produce a baby. Unhappily, her period arrived on schedule, but, of course, they saw that as merely a postponement. When the result was the same in September, the disappointment was more intense, and Susan made sure to count the days to her most fertile period the next month, and they "worked" overtime to maximize their chances. Unfortunately, the results were the same as Susan continued her regular monthly cycle. Despite advice that this was not particularly unusual, panic began to set in, making their sexual encounters less spontaneous, with the emphasis less on physical satisfaction than on producing a pregnancy. With a failure in November, both Susan and Jim really began to fear that Susan was infertile. Jim, when Susan had expressed those fears, had been quite supportive, saying that he be would happy to adopt if they couldn't have their own children. But, while his feelings eased Susan's mind, she knew she would be crushed if she couldn't have her own baby, a feeling probably inculcated by her mother who say "motherhood" as the reason women were on earth. Susan was not that irrational, but finally, compelled by her fears, she consulted her gynecologist, underwent a battery of tests by a fertility specialist, and was informed that her system was perfectly normal and that her ovation cycle was on schedule. Needless to say, this news brought tremendous relief to them, but that relief was to be short-lived. After the positive results for Susan, the specialist suggested that it would be best to have Jim checked. That was when the roof fell in. The tests showed that while Jim technically was not infertile, his sperm count was too low to impregnate a woman. The doctor said that when a man with a normal count ejaculates into a woman, millions of tadpole-like sperm cells begin to stream through her tubes in a mad dash to find an egg to fertilize. In Jim's case, his ejaculate contained only, at most, a few hundred cells, statistically too few to have any real chance to complete the arduous journey. If they got there, they would be effective, but he had a better chance of being struck by lightning than for that to happen. However, the doctor did say, "Of course, people do get struck by lightning." They grabbed onto that last statement and were determined to multiply their efforts during Susan's fertile periods to increase their chances, but realism, combined with failure in December and January, took its toll. Jim was distraught at first, but soon resigned himself and accepted the idea of adoption or artificial insemination, another idea the specialist had proposed. For Susan, however, the doctor's findings had been devastating, and, despite her attempts to remain optimistic, the continual, and probably permanent, failures began to destroy her hopes for the future. Looking back at it later, it seemed that she might actually have had a sort of mental breakdown. Any mention of artificial insemination sent her into a fit of rage, and even the idea of adoption was met with scorn. Her personality changed from being cheerful, even bubbly, to unsmiling and morose. She snapped at people, found slights where none were intended and, in general, became a person with whom no one wanted to associate. For example, free evening often had been spent in pleasant conversation with Don and Jean, but Don, who had found Susan to be delightful as well as sexually attractive, announced after several tense hours one night, that he wanted nothing more to do with Susan until she "shaped up." Even Jean, who still enjoyed their Friday nights together because Susan's bad humor seemed amnestied by watching her favorite movies, began to avoid her at other times. Still, the person who suffered most was Jim. Susan knew intellectually that he was not to blame for a physical failing, but that didn't help her emotional reaction. She aimed waspish remarks at him, knowing as she did so that she was being unfair. That guilty feeling led to resentment which led to more snide or scornful comments. It was almost as if there were two Susan's in her body, the considerate, thoughtful and kind Susan in the background, and a witch (or bitch) Susan that was in control. When the witch said something vicious or demeaning the good Susan felt awful, but the bitch dominated. Susan knew what she was doing as she antagonized her friends, made cutting nasty comments to her husband and was well on the way to destroying her marriage, but she just couldn't help herself. The solution to Susan's personality problem came to a about in a very unusual way. As said before, the Friday night movie sessions had continued despite her psychological problems and had become more important to her than ever. For a few hours she could put aside her dismal view of the future and enjoy Jean's friendship and companionship. Their relationship had never developed into an actual sexual one although both, if pressed, would have had to admit that the movie had come to take second place to the warm closeness and almost sexual intimacy of lying side-by-side on the bed as they watched and talked. Both of them also would have to admit to a slight tingle in their cunts as Jean moved around "innocently'' displaying her charms while Susan, with equal "innocence," looked at them. This level of intimacy might have continued indefinitely, but one Friday in early April, Susan arrived at Jean's door earlier than usual, called out and went in as she always did. As she climbed the stairs she heard the shower running but went on up to wait in the bedroom as she had done before. As she entered the bedroom she noticed immediately that the bed clothes were in disarray, which was very unusual since Jean always had everything neatly in place and ready for company. However, Susan didn't think too much of it, but, rather than lying on the bed as she might normally have done, she sat in a chair facing the open bathroom door and waited for Jean to finish. The water was turned off and so as not to startle her, Susan warned Jean of her presence by saying, "I'm here." Obviously, Jean did not hear, probably because she was vigorously drying her hair as she stepped out of the shower, and as her back was turned, she didn't see Susan sitting in the chair. Before Susan could speak again, all thoughts of doing so fled from her mind. As Jean lowered the towel from her head she turned and placed her foot on the tub and bent from the hips to dry her legs and feet. That presented a fetching view of not only her bottom but also the crevice between the cheeks and, what normally would have been the focus of Susan's eyes, her cunt. Instead what riveted her attention were the cheeks, themselves: instead of a healthy pink color, they were bright red with even some purple showing. Without thinking, she let out a loud gasp which startled Jean into turning around suddenly while clasping the towel in front of herself. When she realized immediately that it was only Susan, she dropped the towel and said, "Wow, you really gave me a start. I didn't know you were here at all." Then, seeing Susan's stunned expression, she asked, "What's wrong, Honey?" "Your bottom! What happened to it?" Jean's face turned red with embarrassment. "Oh my heavens, I didn't mean for you to see that! I thought I would be out of the shower and have my robe on before you got here!" "But what happened?" "Nothing happened. It just that Don spanked me." "My God! What are you going to do?" "Do? What do you mean? I'm not going to do anything." "Surely you're not going to stay here. Do you want to come over with us?" "Wait a minute for heaven's sake! He didn't beat me, he just spanked me – and to tell the truth, I deserved it." "I don't believe this! Are you telling me that Don spanked you and you approve of it? I can't believe that any woman would say that, much less a person as strong and independent as you. How could a dignified grownup woman permit such a thing?" Susan was almost sputtering with rage at the thought of her friend being so mistreated. "I understand what you are saying and I agree that it wouldn't work for most married couples, but it works for Don and me. I'll admit that years ago, before we were married, I would have hated the thought of being turned over a man's knee and having my ass spanked, but for us it clears the air, cleans my conscience and as a side effect leads to tremendous sex. Understand I'm not a masochist and Don is not a sadist. I hate to be spanked and Don doesn't enjoy doing it, but things that might have led to major fights between us have been settled this way. Things that might have been hidden away and eaten at our trust in one another have been brought out into the open and wiped away. He doesn't spank me often, but it's better than me hiding something and having a guilty conscience or him stewing over something I've done and building up resentment." Susan sat with a stunned expression on her face, hearing words that made no sense to her and that ran against her heartfelt beliefs of marital equality. "Even if what you say is true for you, it's still one sided. I'll bet you don't spank him when he's done something wrong." Jean laughed. "That certainly presents a fascinating picture. No, you're right, I don't. I have other ways of punishing him, but the truth is that in any marriage there is likely to be one partner that is, in most ways, the dominant one. That certainly can be a catastrophe if the dominant one (of whichever sex) is a bully or is inconsiderate. In our case, Don hardly is a bully, does almost everything I want and most of our disagreements are settled through discussions, arguments or yelling like everyone else's. When he does resort to spanking me, it's almost through mutual consent. That is, I know I've done really wrong or very dumb and it really bothers me. I know that Don is upset or angry, or that he would be if he knew what I had done. In cases like that I almost welcome a spanking to clear the books rather than dragging the process of reconciliation over several days or even weeks. I suppose it's hard to understand, but, as I said, it works for us." "You're right; I just can't absorb what you are saying. All I can see, literally, I guess, is your red bottom and all I can picture is someone really cruelly beating it. How on earth did you start such a thing? It certainly couldn't have been through any 'mutual consent' and I doubt that you asked to be spanked to clear your conscience." "No don't be sarcastic. Of course there wasn't any agreement and I certainly didn't volunteer the first time. Since you ask, and I really want you to understand, I'll tell you how it happened. Don and I had been married for a few months when we attended a New Year's Eve party. I was wearing a red short, strapless cocktail dress that I had gotten just for the party and it fit perfectly, tight at the top and flaring over the hips. Under it I wore a short hoop petticoat that made it stand out like a bell. The top had a build-in bra so I didn't have to wear a separate one, and, because Don liked the idea, I didn't even wear panties. I felt absolutely wonderful in it, and the lack of underwear made me feel really sexy. However, it worried me at the same time for when I got out of the car the hoop skirt flipped up to my waist! Fortunately, no one was around but it certainly made me be careful when I sat down during the evening. "It was a really nice party and I felt like the belle of the ball in my new dress. I had a few drinks, but at most I was a little high, just enough to feel pleasantly tingly, but the excitement or something – maybe the drinks – made me just a little woozy. Don took me over to a couch in a secluded corner of the next room, so that I could close my eyes a rest for a few moments, and he went back to the party. I was leaning back in a semi-stupor when I felt two hands reach over my shoulder and slowly slide into the top of my dress. I assumed, of course, that it was Don and enjoyed the way he was fondling my tits. A strapless dress is not made for that kind of activity, obviously, and both cups came down leaving my breasts out bare. I knew that Don would not expose them if anyone else could see, so I wasn't really concerned and, in fact, it gave me a real charge to have them out like that. Then, the person feeling me carne around the couch, sat beside me and started to kiss me as he ran his hand up my leg under my skirt. I knew immediately that it wasn't Don and started to pull away, but he held me tight, kissing me as his hand found my bare pussy. I struggled a little bit, but for some reason – I still don't know quite why, but I must have been higher than I thought – I gave way and just let him do what he wanted. He felt my cunt and even finger-fucked me and suddenly I began to hump against his hand and actually had an orgasm. As soon as it was over reality set in and I opened my eyes to see my hoop skirt up to my waist with my cunt on display and both boobs still out of my dress. In a state of absolute panic, I pushed my skirt down, jerked my bra-top over my boobs and got up and almost ran from the room. I looked around fearfully for all I could think of was the gossip that would spread about the recent bride, Jean Brewer, being finger-fucked to orgasm at a New Year's Eve party! I almost fainted with relief when I was sure that no one was looking in my direction and my unbelievable indiscretion seemed to have gone unnoticed. I went into the bathroom to calm down and fix myself up and came out acting as if nothing unusual had happened. I'll tell you, if I was high before, that scare brought me down in a hurry! Talk about your life passing before your eyes!" Through all this, Susan was sitting stupefied, enraptured with the, for her, unbelievable story she was hearing. As Jean paused, she managed to gasp out, "You must have been petrified!" "Believe me, I was. I felt that a thousand eyes were looking at me and that what I had done was printed on my forehead. Finally, however, I calmed down and mingled with the crowd for awhile, but, fortunately, the party began to break up shortly after that and Don and I left. I don't think I have over been so glad to get out of a house as I was then. As we drove home we talked about what a lovely party it had been and how complimentary everyone had been about me and my dress. Don said that he had overheard several people commenting on how beautiful and sexy I looked and then he asked me if I had enjoyed being with all those people with no panties on, even if no one knew. I admitted that it had turned me on and that I had been pleasantly aware of being naked under my dress all evening. He grinned at me and said that I probably would have gotten real hot if my skirt had flipped up as it had when I was getting out of the car, and then he asked if I thought that anyone had seen up my skirt. I had been very careful when I sat down all evening, so, without thinking, I said no. We dropped it at that and drove the rest of the way without talking. My mind was busy though, for I suddenly realized that I had to decide what, if anything, to tell Don. Now that I was safely away from the scene of the crime, I began to be aroused by what I had done – or what had been done to me with, I had to admit, my tacit approval. As the same time, I really began to feel guilty, sitting next to my husband while thinking about a total stranger fondling my tits and fingering my pussy. "Anyhow, we got home, went up to the bedroom and started to undress. Don was sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbed me as I went by. He ran his hand up my leg to my cunt, fondled it for a minute or so, and then put a finger up me and he started to finger-fuck me. You can't believe the funny feeling that gave me. He let go of me and told me to take my dress off and come back. I did a slow striptease, which didn't take long, of course, and posed naked in front him wearing only my hose and garter belt. He pulled me down on his lap, squeezed my boob gently, put his finger back into my cunt and said, "I'll bet no one has done that in a long time." My thoughts were in absolute turmoil, torn between confessing that I had been sexually intimate with someone at the party no more than an hour ago, or taking the easy way out and keeping quiet with a guilty conscience. Unfortunately, I just couldn't bring myself to tell him, so I lied and said "Only you." "Before I had time to blink, I was over Don's knee and his hand began to smack my ass so hard that I thought that I would break in two. As the slaps rained down he said that he couldn't stand for me to lie to him. It turned out that he had come back to see if I was all right just when I was about to go off. There I was, bare-boobed, my skirt up high enough that he could see the guy's hand working between my wide-spread legs, and with my hips bucking up and down in orgasm. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, but rather than causing a scene or embarrassing me by being there when I opened my eyes, he went back into the other room, where everyone was, to wait for me to reappear. When, after a few minutes I came hurrying in, heading for the bathroom to settle down, he said that one boob was half out of my dress and that I had a look of sheer panic on my face. "I learned all this later, of course. All I heard while over his knee was the continual slap of his hand and a continuing chant of 'You must not lie to me.' That's all I heard, but I felt plenty! I was crying, both from the pain of the spanking and the horrible feeling of having done something that my husband found inexcusable. I kept saying that I was sorry and that I would never do it again, and, finally, he stopped. "It's hard to tell you how I felt, lying there over his knee, completely at his mercy. I guess the best thing to say is that for the first time in my adult life, I felt like a dependent, clinging vine. I raised up onto his lap, put my arms around him and kept saying that I was sorry. Now that his rage had dissipated he was remorseful for hurting me so bad but said that he just couldn't stand me doing something behind his back and lying about it. He said that he didn't mind at all what I had done and, in fact, if the guy had taken me to a bedroom and really fucked me he wouldn't have been upset if I had told him about it right away. He said that he had given me several lead-ins that could let me get started to confess, but that I had ignored them. Obviously he was right and I had felt guilty when I was lying, oven by omission. The funny thing is that after the spanking I felt relieved, cleansed of my sin – like a Catholic after 'confession' I suppose. I also felt very, very hot, and there was nothing I wanted more that to be fucked by my strong dominant husband who had created that heat, both in my ass and my cunt. And, while he really was sorry about hurting me, I think he was aroused, in a caveman sort of way, by his mastering of his woman. In any case, a very traumatic evening ended with a long, passionate bout of love-making and, I guess, the establishment of a relationship between us that has lasted for 18 years." As she finished her story, Jean was suddenly embarrassed for having talked so long and so intimately, and she shyly looked to Susan to gage her reaction. Susan was still in a state of shock. She was not so naive as to believe women didn't do such things and, of course, she knew that many women even commit adultery – but not women she knew! Now here was a woman she had grown to love as a very dear friend confessing to a lewd, even obscene, interlude with a complete stranger and being sorry only because she hadn't told her husband about it. All this on top of admitting to accepting the right of that husband to brutally beat her bottom for that and other indiscretions. Susan was just too shocked to focus on Jean's explanations and to accept her view that what might be wrong for other couples was right for Jean and Don. In a different time and in a different mental state, Susan might at least have temporized, vacillated or, in some way, kept from showing her shock and deep disapproval. Now, however, the witch Susan took over md she began excoriating Jean for doing things "no decent woman would do," for permitting her husband to "act like a beast," for behaving like "a wimp" rather than standing up for herself, etc. Susan's mind was still in turmoil, and she, again, found herself saying hurtful things she didn't mean, and hating herself as she did so. The words gushed out, cruel and painful to both of them and poisoning the relationship between them. For Jean, each word hit like slap and the shy, hopeful look on her face changed first into shock and dismay, and then into rage. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 01 She had never told anyone about the party incident or about being spanked. Now not only had she divulged these things in detail, she had also exposed her own secret feelings and thoughts in a way she never had done, even to Don. And, rather than sympathizing and understanding, this little twit of a girl had the temerity to accuse her of indecent behavior and cowardice. For the last several months, Jean had looked the other way, ignoring uncharacteristic comments and snide remarks. She remembered when Don, after the disastrous evening with Susan and Jim, said he wanted more nothing to do with Susan if he could avoid it; she had defended her as being seriously troubled about something. But her insults now were just too much to be borne and she finally responded in kind. "You may think that spanking is barbaric, you little bitch, but the best thing that could happen to you is for someone to put you over their knee and spank your ass until you cried for mercy!" "No one will ever do anything like that to me and get away with it. If Jim tried anything like that I would see a lawyer after having him arrested for assault. No woman with any self-respect would do any anything else!" That was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Jean, pushed beyond the bounds of restraint, reacted with fury. "Well, if no one else can give you what you need, I'll do it." With that, she reached for Susan md wrenched her down across her knee, brushed her robe aside and began slapping her bare bottom as hard as she could. Susan was stunned by Jean's move, and before she really comprehended what was happening, she felt as if her hips were on fire. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before and the combination of the pain of her bottom and the humiliation of actually being spanked filled her with rage. At that point her anger was greater than her pain, and she twisted violently trying to get away, while at the same time, shrieking demands that Jean let her up and threats and retribution if she didn't. The twisting and squirming were completely unavailing as the larger, stronger woman held her down without difficulty. The demands and threats literally fell on deaf ears because Jean was so angry that she didn't even hear them. So, the blows continued to fall as regularly as if they were timed by a metronome. They hit alternately on first the right and then the left cheek, leaving hand prints indented and almost white as the hand hit and turning bright red as the blood flowed back into the area. What had been a lovely pink behind quickly became a mottled, discolored area of brilliant red. In addition, what had been a lovely expanse of unblemished cool skin became a furnace that radiated heat so as to almost burn the hand that spanked it. The pain and heat spread from the localized area in excruciating waves throughout Susan's body. As great as the pain was, however, the humiliation of being subjected to such punishment in such an undignified position was paramount in her mind, and even when that pain became almost more than she could bear, the sense of outrage and violation kept her defiantly ranting at her attacker. Even her tears, which were flowing copiously, were tears of rage. As the blows continued unceasingly, however, a change began to come over her. Her cries gradually became less defiant and more a litany of "ouches" and "ows," intermixed with moans and groans as she squirmed around trying to avoid the spanking hand. Then, suddenly, her reaction changed. Afterwards, Susan described it as if something had broken inside her. Like the air gushing from a broken balloon, the anger built up in Susan over the last two months vanished, leaving only a small, defenseless woman bereft of the arrogance and fury that had sustained her defiance. The vituperation and warnings which had given way to cries of pain turned now into pitiful moans and pleas. "Please, Jean, stop. Ohoo! It hurts so bad! Please, please, please!" Even her squirming and twisting ended, and she just lay across Jean's legs, enduring the seemingly endless spanking her only defense her appeal for mercy. Finally that appeal was answered. With all opposition gone, Jean found herself spanking an almost inert body and she suddenly became aware of the sobbing and the anguished pleas coming up to her. As her hand came down one last time with a resounding smack onto the quivering bottom, her anger, like Susan's, evaporated and she looked with dismay, almost with horror, at what she had done. As a result of the vigorous spanking combined with her thrashing around Susan's hips were crimson from her upper thighs to her lower back. The cheeks, themselves, were mottled red and purple, even retaining the imprint of Jean's hand in places. Susan had been very thoroughly spanked and the blemishes, while not permanent, would be a long time fading. As she came to herself, Jean was filled with remorse. Al1 she could say was, "Oh my heavens," over and over again as she helped Susan up. When on her feet, Susan slowly straightened and stood there, her head down, with one hand holding each burning cheek. Except for the two large breasts and the ample cunt hair revealed by her open robe, she could have been a small, chastised little girl standing before her mother. Tears were streaming down her face, and she presented such a pitiful picture that Jean began to cry too. They stood, facing each other, neither knowing quite what to do, when Susan suddenly threw herself at Jean, wrapped her arms around her, and cried out, "I'm so sorry! I never meant those things I said. I was just so sad and miserable that I said things I didn't mean. I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" Jean couldn't believe that the woman she had just brutally spanked was apologizing to her and she gasped out through her own tears, "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I just got so mad that I completely lost control." They stood there for several minutes, their arms around each other, holding each other tightly, and not saying anything. Finally, Susan pulled back and looked up with a tentative smile. Jean's tears had been sliding down her cheeks and dropping onto Susan's shoulder, but as she pulled back, a large tear fell directly onto Jean's breast and flowed down to the nipple. "Oh, look," Susan said, and without thought or premeditation, she leaned forward and kissed the tear off of the nipple. It was like a shock of electricity to Jean's breast and the nipple grew very hard in Susan's lips as she kissed it. They both giggled and Jean said, "Wow!" That broke the ice between them, and she hugged Susan quickly, and said, "Your bottom must be killing you. Let me get something to put on it." Jean hurried into the bathroom and returned with a white plastic bottle. "This really is for sunburn, but it has an anesthetic in it and I always use it when Don spanks me. It'll make it feel much cooler. Take off your robe and lie down and I'll spread it on you." Susan hesitated for just a second and then took off the robe and stood naked in front of Jean, something she had wanted to do for months. Even the burning sensation emanating from her behind couldn't keep her from a small rush of pleasure, but unfortunately, she couldn't take time to savor the moment. She just turned and lay down on the bed to await Jean's ministrations. Jean sat down and began to apply the soothing lotion to the reddened hips, gently spreading it on and lightly stroking the entire area. The heat was unbelievable at first, but gradually the lotion provided cooling and the anesthetic began to take effect. Susan sighed with relief and relaxed her tense muscles as the pain let up. Jean, however, had a different feeling as she lightly massaged Susan's bottom. She was startled, and a bit aroused, as she ran her fingers over the very soft yet, paradoxically, firm and resilient cheeks. Even with the harsh treatment it had received, Susan's skin was like silk – hot silk – but still extraordinarily soft to the touch. As she stroked the region where the hips ended and the thighs began, Jean almost involuntarily leaned down to look between those thighs at Susan's cunt. The legs were slightly parted but all she could see was a small amount of hair and the very beginning of the lips. Even that gave her a funny feeling since she had never seen even that much of another woman's cunt before. As she focused on that fascinating area, she continued to gently massage lotion over Susan's bottom cheeks and inadvertently her fingers slid into the crevice between them and over the anal opening. Susan jumped as that tender spot was touched, and Jean, contrite, asked, "Did I hurt you, honey?" Susan hesitantly replied, "No...no, it felt nice. I was just startled." At that, Jean said, "Well, if anything feels nice right now after the spanking you got, you're entitled to more of it." With that comment, she very gently used her index finger to slowly stroke between the cheeks several times, pausing as she passed the opening. "Does that feel good?" "Uh huh, very good." To Susan, the gentle caressing of one of the secret openings to her body was both exciting and frightening. As she relaxed even more, her hips began to undulate slowly and, unconsciously, her thighs spread apart and Jean was finally given a complete view of her open cunt. She was fascinated as her eyes traced the hair-lined lips to the vaginal opening between those lips. To one knowledgeable about such things, the open lips and visible hole indicated that Susan was even more aroused than she knew – certainly, in part, from the manipulation of her other hole but, also, unquestionably, from the spanking which had preceded it. Susan's movements became more pronounced and her sexual arousal now was obvious. Excited herself from spying on Susan's most intimate area Jean's finger stroked more rapidly than before, actually probing that other hole as her finger went over it. The additional pressure almost sent Susan over the edge into orgasm, but the natural censor in her mind prevented her from the release. The idea of being aroused to orgasm by another woman, even Jean, was just more than she was ready for, and embarrassed by her already obvious sexual excitement, Susan pulled away, closed her legs and turned over. Fortunately, Jean had enough empathy that she said nothing and just lay down beside Susan and put her arms around her. Actually, Jean was surprised at her own reaction, and she welcomed a cooling off period. She certainly had never had any lesbian desires and told herself that her acts were merely the result of natural curiosity – but she certainly had been excited! The two women were lying side by side, with Susan slightly lower so that her head was on Jean's shoulder. They were half facing each other with their breasts lightly touching and with Susan's leg drawn up between Jean's. The position was, obviously, very intimate and each woman was very aware of the other's body. There was a warm feeling of closeness as they lay together, and Jean suddenly had a revelation. "My God!'" she thought, "This must be exactly the feeling that Don gets after he's spanked me! I felt strong and masterful after holding Susan down so easily and being able to do whatever I wanted to her. Then I felt remorseful when I realized how much I had hurt her, even if she deserved what she got. Now I feel protective and loving toward her and I want to cuddle and reassure her. Amazing! And, come to think of it, I'll bet she feels toward me the way I always feel toward Don after being spanked, chastened, humiliated and weak, but extremely affectionate and loving. No wonder I'm so hot, md I'll bet she is too. She certainly got excited when I was playing with her ass. I wish I could have put my finger right into her asshole! God, what thoughts!" Putting her erotic musings aside for the moment, Jean asked Susan, "You said you were miserable and sad, honey. I knew something had to be wrong the way you've been acting the last few months. What's bothering you so much? Can I help?" Susan always had been a quiet, private person who was unable or unwilling, to discuss her problems with others, even, sometimes, Jim. She never had considered discussing such an intimate personal matter with anyone, but suddenly she felt a desire, almost a compulsion, to reveal the cause of her recent behavior and to share her sorrow with her dear friend. As she thought of it, that sorrow descended on her again, and she burst into tears. Putting her head on Joan's shoulder, she began to pour out the entire story from the time she and Jim happily began trying to get her pregnant, to believing that she was infertile to, finally, discovering that the problem was Jim's sperm count. She described her own behavior without sparing herself. "I said things I didn't mean and felt awful as I said them. When we thought that the problem was me, Jim couldn't have been nicer or more supportive, but I acted like a shrew when we found out the real cause. Then I felt guilty for that and became even more vicious. Oh, I'm a mess!" All this time, she was crying and it sounded like her heart would break. As she listened to Susan's recital, Jean could only murmur words of sympathy and hold her tighter. She and Don had no children of their own, but that was a matter of choice, not the whim of fate taking away a lifelong dream. She could feel the crushing burden that Susan had been under for so long, a burden that had changed her personality and damaged her marriage. More, she felt a tidal wave of guilt wash over her as she thought of her own explosion of rage that led to her almost brutal, spanking that had broken down Susan's defenses. At that thought Jean's own tears began to flow again and she embraced Susan even tighter. Oddly enough, as they cried together, the two women shared an emotional bonding that left them closer than most sisters – or lovers for that matter. They were not lovers, as yet, of course but as the tears finally began to dry up, they each became more aware of the other's nude body against theirs. Even so, the feeling engendered was one of warmth and affection, not passion, and they continued to hold each other in a very pleasant lassitude until suddenly Susan raised up, glanced at the clock and said, "Oh my heavens, look at the time! It's almost 11:30! I can't believe that so much time went by and we didn't even watch a movie. Jim will be coming over to see what happened to me!" The last was said humorously, but, perhaps as a reaction to the serious conversation and intense intimacy of the last couple of hours, the two women pretended to take the danger seriously. Like girls at a pajama party hiding some illicit activity, they scurried around getting their robes and making themselves presentable while laughing and talking as they did so. Giggling, Jean said, "We had better not let him catch us like this – two naked women in bed together!" "No, particularly since we both have very red bottoms! I should have rubbed some of that lotion on you – it made me feel very good while you were fixing me." "I think that would have felt good honey. Maybe we can do that tomorrow if it still burns. That is, if you think it's safe for us to be naked together after tonight!" Susan surprised herself by saying, "I think I would like that very much, dear." Suddenly the atmosphere was serious again for a minute and Joan said "I know I would like that." Then, lightly, "You had better get home to your husband." They went downstairs to the door and said the usual, rather banal, parting statements. "Goodnight honey," Jean said, "See you tomorrow." "Yes, dear, I'll look forward to it. Sleep well." However, the kiss goodnight was on the lips, and, while not really passionate, certainly was not a typical pro forma feminine gesture of friendship. It held considerable promise for the future. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 02 As Jean closed the door behind Susan, she slowly climbed the stairs with her mind completely befuddled. On one hand she was concerned about Susan's problem, still somewhat shocked at her own violent and non-characteristic reaction to Susan's verbal attack, but, most of all, she was absolutely incredulous as she thought of her sexual arousal as she saw and fondled Susan's body. Even more astounding were her feeling of anticipation of further sexual intimacy. It was not that she ever had any antipathy to lesbians or lesbian sexual practices; it was just that she never had even thought about them seriously, particularly in relationship to herself. Nonetheless, she couldn't help a surge of sexual arousal as she recalled Susan's breasts against hers. All of these things were cascading through her mind as she entered the bedroom, removed her robe and lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes and began to run through what had turned into a very eventful evening. "First Don spanked me and then fucked me. Then, Susan saw my red ass, and I had to tell her all about being spanked and how it started. I can't believe I did that! I've never told a soul about that before. Funny though, it really felt good, telling her about it. It brought back memories about how hot I was that night and what it's led to since then, and I guess I thought she would be excited too. I couldn't believe how she acted! Of course, I still can't believe how I grabbed her and really spanked her ass. Boy was I mad! It really felt good, pounding her ass. But, oh my, I felt awful afterwards. She is such a little thing and I had really hurt her. I couldn't believe it when she started apologizing to me when I wanted her to know how sorry I was! Boy, it really got exciting when I began to put the lotion on her!" As she began to think of soothing and fondling Susan's bottom, Jean's hand, almost of its own volition, slid down to her pubic mound and, then, between her legs. Her fingers gently stroked up and down through the hair and along the cunt-lips, and ended up caressing around the clit. "I can't believe how soft but firm her ass is, or how good it felt to feel her asshole as I ran across it. And her cunt is very neat and really pretty! I suppose I shouldn't have been looking at it, but I'm glad I did. I wish I could have felt it!" With that thought, Jean's fingers increased the speed of their stroking and began gently massaging the clit and the area around it with rapid circular motions. At the same time, she spread her legs wider, bent her knees, pulled her feet closer to her hips and began raising her hips off the bed. Her hips rotated and undulated up and down and her fingers moved faster and faster, mostly around and on the clit, but with one finger delving into her open cunt-hole. She was moaning with excitement and her breath came in pants and gasps. As her climax approached, she flattened her hand over the top of her cunt and pressed in hard as she closed her legs and squeezed them tightly together. She lay there holding herself rigid as the waves of orgasmic pleasure washed through her. Finally, she released the pressure of her hand and legs and collapsed, all energy gone. "My God, I can't believe this! I haven't done that in years! I played with my cunt! I masturbated to orgasm! I can't believe it!" Then the inevitable reaction set in. "What am I thinking of? I shouldn't be thinking of her sexually. I'm a happily married woman, not a lesbian and she's not one either! When she pulled away as I played with her ass and asshole, I'll bet she was embarrassed but didn't want to offend me. I don't know how I'll face her tomorrow!" But, later, "I don't know. She really was moving as I played with her. Maybe she did like it. I just don't know, but I guess I'll find out tomorrow." For Susan, the rest of the evening was both similar and different. Her mind was at least as confused as Jean's. She was excited and shocked with herself but, as she crossed that short deck, it was almost as if she were floating. The heavy burden that she had carried for months had been removed at least temporarily, and she had almost a feeling of euphoria. Jim had been waiting for her, not knowing which Susan would appear. Lately she had participated in their sexual relations on Friday night with an almost uninvolved attitude. She always was somewhat stimulated by the movie viewing, but somehow gave the impression that her subsequent sexual arousal and orgasm had much more to do with her own thoughts and internal needs than to any acts by Jim or any mutual satisfaction. As she came through the door, Jim could tell that, somehow, she was different. The lighting was dim and he couldn't see her face clearly, but perhaps from body language, perhaps from that male animal instinct or, perhaps, from just knowing her so well, he realized that something had changed. His feeling were confirmed immediately, for when he put his arms out to greet her, she returned the embrace. When he turned her toward the bedroom, she put her arms up around his neck, inviting him to carry her. This hadn't happened for several months and that, more than anything else told him that she was really ready for love. That, in a way, was the difference. Lately, their Friday night sessions, which had been their time to relax and make love, had become merely a time to relieve sexual tensions – enjoyable, relaxing, even exciting but mechanical. Tonight was going to be different! He carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, opened her robe, and in the dim light gazed at her lovely body. She sat up to shrug off the robe while he removed his, and then, as she lay back, he moved between her legs and began to stroke her thighs gently. Almost immediately she raised her legs and drew them up, making her genital area open to him. His fingers moved slowly upwards to brush her cunt hair lightly and began to tickle and caress the area of her clit. As he stoked up and down her cunt, his fingers slipped between the outer lips into the moist – no wet – inter-lips which already were open and available. She began a rhythmic movement immediately, drew her legs almost to her breasts and parted them even more. Recognizing her extreme excitement, Jim began to lightly lick her cunt and flick his tongue over her clit. Normally, that was preparation that led to him rising up and entering her, but this time he stayed between her legs and pressed harder as she climaxed. Her hips lifted high off the bed and he had a difficult time keeping his position and continuing the licking. As her orgasm subsided, he continued to lick and fondle her cunt and her legs never dropped. Instead, she began a slower buildup to another peak with a gentle up and down, almost pulsating motion, matching the rhythm and speed of Jim's tongue and fingers. Then, as she approached another crescendo, Jim finally rose up, positioned himself above her open cunt, and with her hand guiding him, sank into her body. The screwing was not a long one: he had built up his level of arousal as he manipulated her cunt and her level of excitement never had diminished. After several minutes of increasingly vigorous thrusts, Jim ejaculated deep inside of her, his climax sending her over the edge to another orgasm. As Jim pulled out of her, both collapsed from their exertions and lay side by side on the bed. Recently, Susan had gotten up immediately and prepared for sleep after intercourse, but this time she cuddled close to Jim as if the estrangement of the last several months had never occurred. When, finally, the closeness and intimacy of the moment ended and they did go to bed for the night, she again, cuddled against him and they went to sleep with his arm around her, his hand cupping her breast. All-in-all, a most wonderful evening for all, and each, for different reasons, looked forward to tomorrow. Susan awoke early the following morning with a curious light feeling. Waking up depressed had become so common for her that feeling good and cheerful seemed unnatural. She lay there a few moments, basking in this new pleasure with her mind on cruise control, thinking of nothing. Inevitably, the real world impinged on her, in this case a peculiar painful feeling from her posterior as she rolled over on her back. "My God, Jean spanked me last night!" she thought. Even with no one else around her face flushed with embarrassment and she involuntarily reached her hand back to feel her bottom. She had slept nude, so her hands ran easily over a behind that was still warm and certainly, sore. "How will I ever be able to face her?" Suddenly all the events of last night flowed into her mind and she lay there almost comatose, as she remembered details her anger and vicious comments, the spanking, followed by the, she had to admit, sexual excitement. Then, she recalled the emotional period of revelation, telling Jean the most private and personal disaster that was ruining her life. Her first reaction was horror, that she had so revealed herself, but then she remembered the unbelievable feeling of relief that followed, almost as if she had finally laid down a burden too hard for her to carry by herself. Finally, she remembered with great, if guilty, pleasure, of lying naked against Jean, very conscious of feeling their breasts touching and the feel of Jeans cunt hair against her leg. The guilt of that sexual arousal vanished as she concentrated on the feeling of closeness, affection, even love that they had shared, and she found herself no longer dreading seeing Jean again. None of this went through her mind in such an orderly fashion, of course. It was more like a jumbled mélange of assorted memories which finally sorted themselves out into a coherent picture of an extraordinary evening. It was only then, after sorting out her experiences with Jean, that Susan could focus on the even more satisfying (in a different way) intimacy with Jim. This, more than anything else, accounted for the warm pleasant feeling she had as she awoke. The breach between them had closed last night and the sense of them being a loving couple again made her almost ecstatic. The relating of her problem to Jean had not been one-sided, for it was also a time of self-revelation. As the story poured out of her, she had come face-to-face with the realization that much of the ordeal of the last few months was her own creation. She had been acting like a petulant child whose toy had been taken away. Obviously this was much more serious than that, affecting her entire life, but blaming Jim and punishing him by withdrawing from him worsened what was their problem, not just hers. The estrangement of the last few months had been almost completely her doing, a fact she never would have admitted even to herself, and she intended to see that it did not return. With that resolution firmly in mind, she lay quietly and happily beside Jim and ran over the pleasant events of the evening – even the spanking qualified because of the results! Suddenly she set up as she thought of the spanking. "My bottom! It must still be bright red! I can't let Jim see it in the light! Gods, I wonder if he noticed anything last night...he must not have of he would have asked about it. I've got to get up!" With that she slipped quietly out of bed, grabbed her robe and scurried into the bathroom. With the telltale signs of her humiliating experience safely hidden, she called out to wake Jim before making breakfast. Thus, Jim was roused from sleep by a loving kiss and a happy, smiling wife for the first time in months. If Susan had been happy when she woke up, Jim was elated. He never had understood Susan's metamorphosis from loving, sensitive wife to shrew and now he had no explanation for the transformation back. But he was not going the question the change as he embraced and pulled her down on the bed. If she had not been so fearful of revealing and having to explain a very red bottom, there probably would have been a session of serious sex on that bed, but she regretfully pulled away and said, "It's late, honey. Let's save that for tonight!" The enthusiasm with which she said that removed any possible sense of rejection, and Jim replied, "I'll look forward to that!" After Jim hurriedly dressed, ate and left – it really was late. Susan bustled around doing various housekeeping tasks, but she would have had a difficult time listing exactly what she had done. Her mind was in a jumble, thoughts straying all over the place, as she tried to gather her courage and go over to Jean's. She wanted, very badly, to see her and have the initial encounter over with, but she still was embarrassed and just a little apprehensive over what might come from the meeting. She admitted to herself, with difficulty, that she was intrigued by the possibility of a new and very different relationship, conceivably even a sexual one. But, at the same time, that censor in her mind insisted that even such thoughts were wrong and the acts themselves, obscene. Still, the memory of Jean's fingers caressing her bottom and the subsequent close embrace, overrode the censor, and finally, goaded her into action. She took a quick shower, put on her panties and a fleece sweat suit and crossed her own personal Rubicon. She opened Jean's door, called out, "Anyone home?" Upstairs, Jean had been going through the same process of soul-searching and was worried that she had really offended Susan by the spanking or by misreading her reactions the night before. It was with tremendous relief that she heard Susan's voice, but it was still with a strange combination of anticipation and trepidation that she replied, "Up here, honey, in the study." When Susan came into the room, Jean was just getting up from behind the desk where for the last hour, she had done nothing but stare at a computer monitor as she futilely tried to work. As might be expected, the two women were awkward with each other at first, not knowing just how to react. Then Jean came forward, put her arms around Susan and simply asked, "How are you, dear?" Susan leaned back and looked up with a rueful smile and replied, "Most of me is fine, but one part is still red and sore." Jean's face, which had worn a hopeful expression began to crumple as all her guilty feelings and she almost began to cry as she said, "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me, I....." Susan cut her off. "Don't be silly! I have nothing to forgive. You said that someone should take me over their knee and blister my...my...ass, and you were right! I can't believe that I'm saying this, but it needed to be done to bring me back to my senses, and I'm glad it was you that did it!" Susan couldn't believe she was saying those things – she certainty had never used the word "ass" before – but the words poured out spontaneously as she saw Jean's face, and, as she said it, she knew it was the truth. It was a relief to admit out loud how wrong she had been and to accept the punishment she had deserved. Jean hugged her tightly for a long moment, her face wearing a delighted and loving, smile as she said, "You can't believe how good that makes me feel, dear. Now, let's go in and look at that pretty ass of yours and see if we can make it feel better." With a final hug, she turned Susan toward the bedroom, saying, "Take your clothes off while I get the lotion." The day before, Susan would have been, at the least, startled by such an instruction, but now she submissively pulled off her sweat pants and panties, and, rather than stopping there, she also removed her shirt and stood there naked. When Jean came out, she was presented with the erotic sight of her friend lying face down on the bed, red bottom nicely displayed above slightly spread legs. She stopped still for a moment, enthralled and aroused, by the sight. She moved to the bed without saying anything, sat down beside Susan and poured a small amount of the lotion on her hips. "Oh, that feels good," Susan said, and then, "I can't believe my...my ass is still hot from being spanked yesterday." As might be expected she was still hesitant about using the word "ass," but that was coming easier with repetition and, to her great surprise, saying it to Jean began to give her a little thrill. Even more surprising she began to get pleasure, even excitement, from talking about being spanked. She wasn't even aware of it herself, but being thoroughly dominated and soundly spanked to the point of submission by Jean, temporarily had freed her from that mental censor. With Jean in complete control, Susan could not be blamed, even by herself, for anything that happened. Therefore she could lie on the bed completely exposed, and wait for events to take their course – or, better, for Jean to decide how far to go in what, obviously, was a sexual situation. For Jean, the psychological situation was exactly the opposite. As she had said of Don, she was not a sadist and certainty did not enjoy hurting Susan. However, as she looked down at the compliant body of her friend, she undeniably had a pleasant and exciting feeling of power, of being in control. As she spread the lotion on Susan's hips, she marveled again, on the silkiness of the skin and the firm resiliency of the perfect mounds. As she ran her hands over that skin, she really began to be aroused and she let her fingers go between the cheeks to, again, stroke across the anal opening and then, quickly, down over the cunt lips. Susan quivered and said, "That feels funny!" "Do you like it?" "I...I guess so, but....It feels nice, but...isn't it going too fat'?' Jean continued fondling Susan's bottom and lightly stroking her cunt as she said, "Just relax, honey. If it feels good to you and I like doing it how can it be going too far? Even if spanking you last night was right, I still want make up for hurting you. Now, you relax or I'll spank you again." Despite the warning, Susan's internal censor tried one more time. "I don't know, Jean. No one but Jim has ever touched me there before and, I guess I'm....I'm afraid, I guess. Oh, I don't know, maybe we had better stop." At that, Jean raised her hand and gave her several light but stinging swats, and said, "Now, if you really want me to stop, just got up and get dressed. Otherwise, quit worrying and just let yourself go!" Faced with a choice of listening to an over-active conscience or doing what she really wanted, Susan finally just gave up the internal battle. "Yes, mistresses," Susan murmured with a timid smile, "do what you want." Coming from a woman who had exploded when her husband had lightly spanked her, this reaction seemed totally uncharacteristic but it illustrated the relationship between Jean and Susan in this new area of sex play. She just lay there docilely and waited for whatever would happen. As Susan surrendered, the rigidity left her body and, as Jean felt the change, she was thrilled to realize that she really was in control and that the sexual desires she had felt the previous night could be fulfilled. "This is wonderful. She wants it too, even if she can't say it. Oh, her ass feels wonderful and is so pretty. I wonder if I dare..." At that, she put a hand over each cheek and, before she lost her nerve, pulled them apart and looked directly at Susan's asshole. Susan, feeling the cheeks being spread, involuntarily clenched her muscles in an instinctive effort to hide that very private part of her anatomy, but, almost immediately, she relaxed spread her legs wider, and permitted Jean free access to do as she wished. Buoyed and excited by this second surrender, Jean let her fingers lightly stroked the hair on Susan's cunt lips, dipping into the furrow between occasionally, and drawing back over the anus. With each pass, her finger, moistened by the lubrication of the cunt paused and gently probed the hole. Finally, the sphincter gave way and Jeans finger went into Susan's bottom up to the first knuckle. As it did so, Susan winced and gasped a little, and Jean quickly pulled out md asked, "Did that hurt, honey?" Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 02 "No, I was just startled. It didn't hurt. Oh, Jean, it all feels so good. I can't believe it. I've never done anything like this before, but....I do like it." That was all Jean needed. She slid her finger down between the lips and directly entered the cunt. With her finger coated with moisture, she pulled out and placed it directly over the anal opening and slid it in, this time to the second knuckle. As she began moving the finger in md out, she thought, "My God, I have my finger in her asshole and I'm finger-fucking her. I can't believe it. She's moving with me....oh, wow, look at her hips move! God, this is exciting." Her thoughts continued in the same vein as she became more and more excited. She was grinding her own thighs together as she masturbated Susan, so roused that she approached orgasm just from playing with the other woman. For Susan, the experience she was undergoing was just inconceivable to her. Jean's finger working inside her, first her cunt md now her bottom, delighted and horrified her at the same time. Nonetheless, as her passion grew, all thoughts of right and wrong disappeared. Once again her mind was a hopeless jumble of inchoate thoughts as her body responded to its manipulation. "Oh my heavens, she's touching my...my ass and it feels so good. How can I let this happen? But, I just can't help it, it feels so good. Oh....good heavens, her finger is in my cunt...oh God, I can't believe it! Ooh, that feels good when she runs her finger from my cunt to my ass....Oh, she pushed in on my bottom hole...Ooh, that felt funny! I love her dragging her finger from my cunt to my ass and playing back there! Ooh, good God, her fingertip went into my ass and I couldn't help pulling away." At that point Jean asked if her finger had hurt and Susan's thoughts were interrupted as she made the reassuring reply. "No I was just startled" and indicated that it felt good. Susan could hardly believe she had said what she had, practically inviting Jean to do it again. Of course, Jean accepted that invitation and the finger-fucking began. At that, Susan's thought processes ended and she could only react. "Oh my God her finger is all the way up my ass and it feels like she's screwing me! Ohh, ooh, ooh......." Jean was excited by what she was doing, of course, but she was fascinated by the actions of Susan. Her hips were raising md falling in rhythm with Jean's finger, a very erotic undulating motion that forced the finger in deeper as she pushed up and further out as she pulled away. Jean moved her other hand to between Susan's spread legs and slowly inserted one of its fingers into her cunt, and began a matching finger-fucking the almost sent Susan over the edge. To Jean's surprise, as the two fingers went into their respective holes, she could feel them rubbing against one another through the thin membrane separating the two channels into Susan's body. It was m indescribable feeling. As Jean's manipulation continued the two women went into a state of sexual frenzy. Susan's undulations were more pronounced, her were muscles tense, and she was panting and gasping for breath. Her only sounds were groans and moans of pleasure as she approached orgasm. She had no thoughts, only reaction to the waves of sensation coursing through her body. Jean's mind was also empty of coherent thought. Her thighs were tightly squeezed together, tightening and loosening as she unconsciously worked herself toward climax as she continued fingering Susan. Her eyes were riveted to Susan's hips as she now automatically matched her finger-fucking to the rhythm to their movement. Suddenly, Susan arched her bottom up, held it rigid against Jean's impaling fingers for a long moment and collapsed on the bed, sated and exhausted. Almost immediately, with one final squeeze of her thighs, Jean brought herself off to a somewhat tamer orgasm, and slumped across Susan's nude back. Susan lay there, face buried in the pillow, face flushed from exertion and, now, embarrassment. She couldn't bring herself to say anything or even to look up. That another woman, even Jean, could have played with her body, aroused her and actually have seen her have an orgasm was just more than she could accept at the moment. Concerned after a few moments of watching her lying quietly, Jean whispered, "Are you all right, honey?" "I'm fine dear. I just feel funny. I've never done anything like this before and I just feel funny about it." "Well, I've certainly never done anything like that before either, but I liked it very much. I loved playing with you and making you feel good." Jean rose up off of Susan's back and ran her hand lightly over her bottom. "You have a lovely body." Susan finally was able to look up, and then turned over and said, shyly, "Thank you, dear. I loved what you did, and I'm glad that it was you that did it to me. I can't believe that you had your finger in my cunt and my...my ass at the same time! I didn't even know that a finger would go in back there and I certainly thought that it would hurt if it did. But, it didn't hurt at all. It still felt different! Not like in my cunt." "Well, Don has done it to me a few times and I liked it. And I assure you that he's put a bigger thing than a finger into my ass, honey. That that feels good too if you are really worked up and hot." "Oh my heavens, Jean! You don't mean Don has screwed you there? That's awful!" "Susan, honey, it is not awful. It feels good, it's very intimate and...how can I say this? You know how I said I feel after he has spanked me? Small and weak, like a clinging vine, but also very submissive, willing to do whatever he wants. Well, ass-fucking gives me somewhat the same feeling. I'm turned upside down with my ass in the air in what is normally a very humiliating position, exposed and vulnerable. I'm ready to be taken and used and, as he enters me, I really feel like I belong to him. Women's lib wouldn't like it, and I'll admit that the idea of being like a slave girl doesn't appeal to me in normal situations, but that feeling of submitting sexually is very satisfying in the right circumstances. Also, I think man really enjoys having a woman in her ass. He knows that when she submits herself to him that way that she is really giving herself much more, even than being fucked in the cunt or sucking his cock." "Oh, Jean – do you do that too? Take it in your mouth? I simply can't picture doing such a thing. I'm sure I would be sick just putting it in my mouth. It's disgusting!" "I guess I'm saying too much, but you really have a lot of hang-ups. Cocksucking and ass fucking are both enjoyable with the right person in the right circumstances. And even if you don't get much real enjoyment from the act itself, sometimes, it's a very small sacrifice to give real pleasure to the other person. That's a real pleasure in itself and it makes you feel closer to that person when you give like that. I'm not big on philosophizing about things like that, but I certainly get pleasure out of making Don feel good and I know he does things to me because I like them even if they don't arouse him. Look, dear, I'm not saying that you have to loosen up and do things that you don't like. But, if you do loosen up, you might fad out that some of these things are pretty nice – again in the right circumstances." "I suppose you're right, but I just can't bring myself to even think of things like that. They seem perverted to me." Susan suddenly got a stunned expression on her face, paused for a moment, then blurted out, "But, I guess lying here naked with another woman who just played with my cunt and ass is a little perverted, isn't it? The last two days have been one shock after another for me, and I just don't know what to believe right now. What you said about giving sounds right, and I certainly know what you mean about a feeling of submission after you spanked me last night. My mind's just too confused right now." She hesitated again, then, "Regardless of all that, dear, I know that I liked what you did to me, perverted or not. Maybe we can talk about all this other stuff later. I really need to think about a lot of things. Just telling you about my problem last night, and just being with you, helped me put it in perspective and see things more clearly. So, I'll listen to anything you say with an open mind – or as open as my mind can be. I know I'm a little prudish about a lot of things. Now, would you like me to....to rub some lotion on your bottom?" "If you want to, I'd love it." Jean raised up, leaned down and lightly kissed one of Susan's nipples and got to her feet. She took off her blouse and pants, stood there in her bra and panties, and hesitated. "Now I'm the one being silly. You've seen me undressed hundreds of times, but I feel funny stripping in front of you now. Silly!" With that, she quickly removed the bra, slid the panties off and stood naked as if for inspection. Susan had enjoyed seeing Jean's nude body before, but, somehow, it was different when Jean was undressing for her. It was even more arousing and she also felt freer to slowly run her eyes over the charms displayed for her. Jean's body was not as good as Susan's, but it still was very attractive. She was tall, but everything was in proportion. Her breasts were large and heavy with a small, inevitable amount of sag, the nipples also large and, now, completely erect. Her waist was relatively slim and her stomach slightly rounded with a luxuriant growth of auburn pubic hair at its base. Her legs were long, again, in proportion to her height, and if her thighs were a bit heavy, they were firm and smooth. Almost as if in defiance of her own unexpected shyness, she turned around slowly, giving Susan the chance to study the rest of her lovely anatomy. From the rear, Jean's body was shaped like large, flesh-colored cello. Her wide shoulders matched the width of her hips which flared over her narrow waist into a round, slightly elongated bottom. Susan's eyes focused on the hips as she realized that shortly she would be fondling and caressing them. A wave of excitement went through her and she felt an anticipatory tingle in her cunt. Suddenly, the shyness took over again as Jean turned to face Susan. Her face flushed as she said, "What's wrong with me. God knows I've never been bashful about showing off my body, yet I'm blushing like a school girl. Gods, let me hide my face!" With that, she threw herself face down on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. Susan still couldn't take her eyes off Jean's hips as she, maintaining the pretense, poured the soothing lotion into her hand. Jean's bottom no longer was hot, or even very red, from Don's relatively mild spanking of yesterday, but the pretense was important psychologically to Susan. She still did not want to admit, even to herself, that she was just preparing to work on Jean for purely sexual reasons. Even that rationale was not enough at first and she hesitated with her hands poised in the air. Finally, she nerved herself up and placed her hands on the two large mounds and began the extremely pleasurable, if frightening, feeling and sexual fondling of another woman. She gently squeezed and stroked the cheeks for a few minutes, gradually moving closer to the crease between them. At last, she let her fingers draw between the cheeks, starting at the bottom and working up across, and pausing at, the anal opening. Then she did as she remembered Jean doing, grasping the cheeks with her hands and pulling them wide apart. She leaned forward, and for the first time saw the very intimate opening that she would be penetrating. Jean had anticipated, and looked forward to, that exposure, but even so, she involuntarily clenched her muscles in a futile attempt to hide herself just as Susan had done. Immediately, however, she countermanded those involuntary actions and not only did she deliberately relaxed those muscles, she spread her legs wide to permit full access to everything. So, the stage was set for Susan to do something that she had never conceived of – sexually excite another woman to orgasm. It was one thing to lie docilely while she, herself was handled and aroused by someone else; the whole matter was out of her control. It was something else to take an active part, to do the manipulation. There was no way to rationalize it, however. She wanted to feel Jean, even – and she could hardly bring herself think the words that Jean had used – finger-fuck her cunt and ass. Just thinking those thoughts was almost too much for Susan, and she pulled away for a moment. Then, taking her courage in her hand, she began what they both wanted so much. She bent forward and looked directly at Jean's cunt. Susan's cunt was covered with silky, somewhat sparse hair, permitting the cunt lips to show through clearly. Jean's, on the other hand, was thickly covered by somewhat coarser hair that concealed the entire area when she was not aroused. Now, however, the hair- covered lips were gaping open, with the inter-lips a deep red with excitement. Her clit was much larger than Susan's, and was fully erect, providing a focal point at the top of her cunt. Behind that, but closer to Susan because of Jane's face-down position, was a dark, nickel-sized hole. Susan's ran the fingers of her right hand down over the lips, lightly tickled the clit, and dragged them back toward the hips. She did that several times and, then, permitted them to delve into the valley as she pulled them into the division between the cheeks of Jean's bottom. As Jean had done earlier, she continued that process, wetting the puckered anal opening while pressing inward slightly. Finally, gathering her courage while getting more and more excited, herself, she deliberately sank one finger and then two into the cunt opening. She had, of course, felt her own cunt and even, on occasion, put a finger inside, but she was not prepared for the warm, wet and very slippery feeling of Jean's aroused cunt. To her surprise, the feeling was quite pleasant, not in the least repellant as she had feared and she blurted out, "Oh, that feels nice!" Jane, so wrapped up in her own sensations, probably did not hear; at least she didn't reply. Susan pulled the fingers out and, again, transferred the lubrication to the rear opening. She repeated the process several times and, unable to put off the next scary step, finally placed her finger between the cheeks at the sphincter, and, holding her breath, pushed inward. To her surprise, the finger tip slid in very easily with the sphincter providing a rubbery ring around it. Emboldened, she slowly moved the finger in deeper, then back out, and then, all the way past the second knuckle. As might be expected, her thought processes were a wild mixture of excitement and fear, not knowing exactly what to do or what the consequences would be. As with the fingering of Jean's cunt, the entering of her ass was not what she expected – although she would have been hard press to say what she did expect. After moving her finger in and out several times, she thought, "Oh this feels funny. I'm doing what she said she did to me. I'm finger-fucking her ass. Oh, what words and what a thing to say. Now to do her cunt at the same time if I can." With that, she moved her left hand down between Jean's legs, briefly stroked the lips, and, then, inserted her index finger as far as it would go, and began the finger-fuck. She was absolutely amazed when she realized that her two fingers were only separated by a thin, slippery membrane, and she proceeded to explore inside Jean's two openings as far as she could reach. At first her motions were tentative, instinctively fearful of hurting those tender areas, but, as Jean began moving her hips up and down, she felt into an increasingly vigorous rhythm. In and out, in and out, usually entering and withdrawing at the same time, but, occasional, sawing one in and the other out as a variation. Finally, Jean's motions became stronger, pushing hard against the fucking fingers. Her hips surged up and down and her legs pulled together, gripping Susan's hand tightly as the fingers continued their rhythmic penetrations. Suddenly, with a panting, gasping cry, she reached orgasm. Susan held her fingers in rigidly pushing hard as Jean heaved up one last time. After that final strong surge, Jean collapsed forward with an exhausted sigh. Susan wiggled her fingers inside Jean one last time and, then, slowly removed them, still in a high state of excitement herself. Unlike Jean, she had never developed the technique of masturbating by rhythmically squeezing her thighs, so she had not dissipated the buildup of sexual arousal engendered by feeling and playing with Jean. As she pulled her finger from Jean's cunt, she was startled by how wet the finger was, and, in fact, she found that her entire hand was drenched. Without conscious intention, but driven by her own need, she put the hand coated with Jean's lubrication between her own legs, inserted a finger into her own cunt, and masturbated herself to a short, but relieving, orgasm. With that, she fell back beside Jean and they lay quietly together, a little shy with each other after sharing a sexual intimacy neither had ever envisioned. After several minutes, Jean rolled over on her back and leaned over Susan, and said, "Well, that certainly was an exciting experience. For someone who's never done anything like that before, you really knew what to do to me. Are you sure you're not a lesbian?" Susan's face took on an expression of absolute horror. "Jean! I never even touched a woman before! I never even thought of doing it! How could you ever think of such a thing? I...." "Calm down, honey! I'm kidding. I know you hadn't done anything like this before. You know I haven't either, but I think we both enjoyed it tremendously. I know did, and, from your reaction, I'm sure you did too." "I'm sorry, dear. I guess I'm a little edgy. I still can't believe it....and it is lesbianism isn't it?" "Honey, I know that I'm not a lesbian and I'm sure you're not. Lesbians make love like we did, but Don and I do too. I loved you playing with me, but I would prefer a cock in my cunt, or my ass for that matter, to a finger. We're both heterosexual....well maybe, after this afternoon, bi-sexual, at least with each other. I don't know, but I really don't care! I think you are absolutely lovely and seeing and feeling you is more exciting than I would have thought possible. If you want to keep it up, I would be delighted and I don't care what anyone else would call it. However, if you have qualms about it, we can stop now. I certainly don't want you to feel pressured into doing anything you are not comfortable with. Maybe we should let it go for now and let you think about it." "Oh, Jean, dear, I don't need to think about it. Of course I want to be with you and do this again. It's just me. I've always been this way....repressed about sex. Jim's had to lead me through each step for I'm always afraid of anything new or different. Everything new always seems perverted or obscene or just something that not done. I don't know why I'm this way. Anyway, being spanked last night and having you make love to me probably saved my mind and maybe my marriage. This afternoon has been wonderful and I'm not going to let silly, probably prudish, ideas and words get in the way!" She paused for a second, but before Jean could reply, she asked, "Could I ask you a. sort of personal or embarrassing question before I go?" "Honey, after what we've just done to each other, how could a question be too personal or be too embarrassing to ask?" "Ok, I suppose you're right." Nonetheless, her face flushed and she shyly looked away. "Usually you are very correct and proper when we are talking, never using swear or vulgar words. Yet, last night and today...well, you know!" Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 02 "I'm sorry if I shocked or offended you, dear. When I'm engaged in sex I sort of forget myself. Don and I discovered a long time ago that it is sexy and fun, when we're excited, to use words we wouldn't use with anyone else or at any other time. I guess I just do it automatically now. Does it really bother you?" "No, it really doesn't – which surprises me. I was shocked at first when you referred to my...my ass. See, I have a hard time saying it even now. But, after I got over the shock, I liked hearing you and I even have begun to like saying them myself! I never in my life said "ass" like that, and I don't think I could say the others, even now. But it's fun and sort of exciting to hear you!" "You are sweet and cute, honey! You like for me to talk about your "ass", and even your "asshole." Susan giggled, "Uh Huh!" "What about finger-fucking you or just "fucking?" "Oh, Jean, stop it. You're embarrassing me. I feel so foolish. But I still couldn't say them myself." "I'll bet you could if I spanked you until you did!" "Don't you dare! Besides, I have to go. Jim will be coming home soon, and I'd better get something done." "O.K., but we'll see next time if we can extend your vocabulary! Another spanking might be just what you need!" Susan giggled again, obviously not frightened or put off by the threat. "I'm getting out of here before it's too late. At that she got up, pulled on her panties and pants and reached for her top. Jean also got up and as Susan put the shirt over her head, Jean reached over, cupped her right breast and kissed the nipple. Susan felt a surge of affection go through her and, after pulling the top down, she put her arms around Jean and gave her a hard, very loving kiss on the lips. "It was lovely, honey! You're wonderful. Don't come down, now. I'll let myself out." The next week was wonderful for Susan. Everything seemed brighter and more cheerful. It was if the weight of the world was off her shoulders and, suddenly the future was no longer foreboding. Obviously, the pregnancy problem wouldn't go away -- spanking and sex can't solve everything. However, as she had said to Jean, Susan was able to put it in prospective for the first time. After considerable serious thought and introspection, she came to realize that her almost pathological compulsion to have children came, in large part, from her family background and family pressure. That compulsion was now gone, as was the "witch" Susan, thank heaven. She still wanted children, but was not driven by the desire, and the idea of adoption as a last resort no longer seemed unacceptable. The idea of artificial insemination, however, still was repulsive to her. As she said, "The idea of a complete stranger's semen being used to make me pregnant is almost sickening. Some women may find it acceptable so they can actually have a baby, but I can't even think about it" Other people found the new, i.e. old, Susan to be charming again. Don asked Jean, "What on earth happened to Susan. I met her outside, and she was cheerful! That's the first time in months that she's been anything but miserable. Do you know what cured her?" Jean just laughed and said, "No, but I've noticed it too," while smiling to herself about her role in the resurrection. Don's antennae quivered slightly at the falsehood – he could always tell when she was lying – but he shook off the suspicion as being silly. What could Jean have to hide? The two women had no occasion to see each other during the week except for casual meetings, but, needless to say, they thought about each other and the entire situation many times. Oddly enough, by the time Friday evening came, both were feeling awkward again, not knowing quite what to expect and, each, wondering what the other was thinking after a week to cool off. About 7:30, Susan was in the bathroom after showering, doing her final primping before going over to Jean's. She put on her robe (without panties), did the usual things, e.g. combed her hair, put on lipstick, applied perfume, etc., but, as she finished, she did something she had never considered doing on "movie night" with Jean. Feeling very daring, and not permitting herself to think of the implications (but blushing, nonetheless), she carefully applied perfume to her nipples and her cunt hair. That done, she closed her robe and, with considerable trepidation, went across to Jean's. For the first time, Jean was a little uncomfortable with the idea of being naked, not knowing how Susan was feeling and not wanting to seem to be too eager, herself. Therefore, when Susan came in she was already dressed in her robe, which made Susan afraid that Jean didn't want anything to happen. Thus, both danced around the issue and, somewhat awkwardly agreed to finish the movie they had started the previous week. A mind reader would have been amused by their thoughts, both disappointed and fearful that nothing would happen, both afraid to broach the subject but hoping the other would, and neither paying attention to the movie. After a wasted hour during which the movie ran through to its end, Jean finally gathered her nerve and asked, "Do you want to put in another DVD, or...do you want to do something else?" Susan never would have taken the initiative, but Jean's hesitation and her obvious meaning, were enough for her to say, "I'd love to do something else if you want to, honey." With that, Jean leaned across and lightly kissed Susan's lips and slid her hand inside her robe onto her breast and whispered, "This is the kind of 'else' 1 would like." With an audible sigh, Susan whispered back, "Me, too." Shortly afterwards, they were lying side-by-side, nude, lightly caressing each other. Susan was nestled against Jean's breast, and suddenly giggled. "What caused that?" asked, Jean, startled out of her rather erotic thoughts. Susan giggled again. "We both put perfume on our breasts! Aren't we brazen?" Then Jean laughed and they hugged each other. That shared admission, more than anything else; finally eliminated any question from either of their mind that the sexual desire was mutual. That issue never arose again, and the awkwardness was gone for good. For some time, they just continued fondling and feeling each other, and then, Jean ran her hand down to Susan's cunt. After ruffling her cunt hair for a moment, her fingers delved between her legs, into the cunt, itself. She caressed the clit and the surrounding area, slowly working downward until her index finger found the cunthole and entered. Stroking the clit with her thumb, she began moving her finger in and out of the hole, causing Susan to spread her legs and start a slow, rhythmic motion. As her motion became more pronounced, indicating mounting excitement, Jean asked her, rather archly, "What am I doing to you?" "Oh, honey, what do you mean? You're playing with my cunt." "That's right, but what is my finger doing to you?" "Why, it's going in and out? Oh, I know, it's screwing me!" "But that's not the word to use. What is it doing?" "I don't know what you mean, hon....oh, honey, I can't say that! Please don't ask me to say that." "Come on, you know the word and I said I was going to expand your vocabulary. Come on, what is my finger doing?" "No, I won't do it. I just can't." "I told you, you'll say it or I'll spank you till you do!" "Don't you dare!" At that, they started a, more or less, mock struggle, both laughing as they struggled. Inevitably, Susan ended up over Jean's knee, as she threatened, "Say what my finger is doing to you or your ass is going to be sore." "Never. You leave my ass alone, you bully!" "Ok, if that's what you want." With that, Jean's hand began a steady slapping at Susan's bottom. The slaps weren't hard, but the cumulative effect was to turn the cheeks to a bright pink which soon became quite red. All this time, both women were laughing as Jean repeated her ultimatum and Susan rejected it. The words became repetitious, "Say it! I won't say it! Say it!" "I won't, you can't make me!" "Yes I can, say it!" "No! I won't!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes!" "No!" Gradually, even these few words ended as both women became still more stubborn, Jean determined to win, Susan determined to hold out. Unfortunately, the friendly struggle really became a contest of wills, but Susan had a major handicap – her bottom was already sore from the previous spanking and even moderate slaps were painful. Inevitably, she was forced to surrender and say said what she had known she would say. "All right, damn it, your finger is fucking me. You're fucking my cunt with your finger!" Oddly enough, while she actually enjoyed being forced to say that, she still felt some humiliation at being dominated and having to say something against her will. "Please let me up now." Jean helped her up, remorseful, once again at being carried away. "I'm sorry, dear! I guess I went too far. You know I was just kidding, but I'm afraid I'm just too competitive and, we're both too stubborn. I was like that playing basketball with friends. I got wrapped up in the struggle and forgot it was just in fun. Does it hurt too much?' "Oh, I'm ok. I think my pride is more hurt than my...my ass! There, I can say things! I'm just too stubborn for my own good, particularly if someone tells me I have to do something – even if it's something I want to do. I know it's stupid, but I've always been that way. In any case, after two spankings, I give up. Even I am not that stubborn!" Then, with a sort of self-deprecating smile, "Ok, mistress, what do you want me to do now?" Jean hugged her and said, "You're silly, but, if I'm your mistress, lie down do I can play with my slave." With that, Susan stretched out on the bed let herself be fondled and caressed to orgasm, her hips lifting six inches off the bed as she surged against Jean's firm hand at the climax. "Now, would my mistress like to have her slave finger-fuck her," Susan asked, blushing deeply as the forbidden word came voluntarily from her lips. "I would love to have my slave finger-fuck me!" Jean lay back as Susan fondled her breasts, kissing and lightly sucking the nipples, while her hand began touching and stroking her cunt hair, clitoris and, finally, began probing the opening. She barely touched the area around the clit, moving in small circles, with an occasional flicking of the clit, itself. Every now and then, she would run her fingers between the cunt lips, slipping one finger inside and wiggling it. Then, as Jean began her customary up and down and rotating motion that precedes orgasm, she pressed hard on the clit with her palm while digging the finger in and pulling firmly. Jean erupted as violently as Susan had, thrashing up and down, and finishing with a surge that pushed Susan's hand back. "Wow," she gasped, "I didn't think I would come that hard! I must have broken your hand!" As Susan pulled away and lay back, Jean leaned over and kissed her, and said, "My slave does wonderful work. I think I'll keep her!" "Thank you, mistress. Can I do anything else for you?" "No, dear. It's almost 10:30, and Don wanted to go to bed early, even if it is Friday. That's a long trip he has tomorrow. We'd better get dressed before he decides to come up and finds us naked! Can you come over and stay with me tomorrow night?" Jean hated to stay alone in that big house, and Susan had spent the night on a number of occasions when Don was out of town. In the past, these nights had been very enjoyable for both of them, for they could lie in bed and indulge themselves with movies. First they would watch a DVD or taped movie and follow it with the late TV movie or another tape. After all this, they would be bleary-eyed and go to sleep, chastely lying apart in the big, king-sized bed. As Susan and Jean planned to sleep together the next night, however, neither was thinking of movies – or, for that matter, anything chaste. They both were looking forward to a gay, enjoyable night as they went downstairs and said goodnight with a kiss that, if it wasn't particularly passionate, certainly was affectionate and prolonged. Don usually had a meeting Friday nights, meetings that frequently lasted past the end of "movie time," and past the time when Susan would have gone home. On nights when the meeting was shorter, Don would come home and go down into the basement where he had installed an exercise room. An ex-athlete (a 6' 4" basketball forward), he liked to stay in shape, something difficult in a job that meant hours behind a desk or at a conference table. So, he loved to relax, after a long day at the office, with physical exertion from lilting weights or using exercise equipment that rivaled a well-appointed gym. After a vigorous workout, he would shower, put on a robe and, pleasantly tired, sit comfortably in a recliner and read until Jean opened the basement door and called down, "Movie's over." 0n this particular night, however, he was impatient to get to bed, and he went up to the first floor, intending to call up to Jean and remind her of his early departure. However, as he started to walk into the hallway leading to the stairs, he saw the two women embracing and sharing a lingering kiss that was certainly more than a simple, "Good night." He stepped back until Jean shut the door behind Susan, and then came into the hallway. Hearing him, Jean turned quickly, looking somewhat startled and furtive, and said, "Oh, hi, dear. I was just going to call you." Then, "Did you just come up, or have you been waiting?" "I just came up to see if you were finished. Did you just say good night to Susan?" With rather palpable relief, Jean replied, "Yes, she just left. We just finished the movie we had started and she left." Once again, Don's antennae vibrated. He didn't know what was happening, but what seemed like evasiveness and uneasiness on Jean's part, combined with the kiss he had seen, made him certain that something was going on. However, he decided not to pursuit it then, but he certainly intended to keep his eyes open. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 03 The following evening, Susan, wearing her nightgown under her robe, arrived to, as she said, "baby sit" with Jean. Both women had looked with great anticipation to being together for the night, but still were a bit apprehensive in what was a new situation. Still, the idea of "sleeping together" as opposed to merely sleeping in the same bed, had stimulated them all day. Susan had even gone so far as to wear a very revealing shorty nightgown that she had sworn that she could never wear in front of anyone but Jim. Great minds obviously ran in the same channels, for Jean was similarly, if, oddly enough, somewhat more modesty attired. When Susan removed her robe, Jean gasped, "You're beautiful!" Those words could not have been better selected, and Susan beamed and, very daringly, pirouetted rapidly to show the entire gown. The skirt flared up in a circle, revealing minuscule panties that did more to focus attention than to conceal, causing Jean to gasp again. "I didn't think I would ever get hot looking at another woman, honey, but you are just too much! I'm surprised that Jim will let you spend a night away from him! You are lovely and sexy." "Actually, Jim is so immersed in work right now that I could walk naked in front of him and he wouldn't notice me. He spends all week making up lectures for his new courses, grading exams and reading papers. Then he has to spend most of the weekend concentrating on researching and writing his dissertation. It's really too much for him, trying to do both at the same time. He's actually looking forward to the National Guard encampment in July to get away from academic work. In any case, he reserves Friday night, after movies, for us, leaving the other six days for work. Anyhow, I'm glad you like the way I look. It's funny, I look in the mirror and, to be honest, I like what I see and I think other people would also, but I just can't believe that someone would be turned on by me because I just don't think of me as sexy." ' "Well I'll tell you, honey, seeing you does tum me on, and if Don were here, he definitely would have a hardon!" "A hardon? What on earth is that?" "Oh, that's one of those dumb words men use to say that their cock is hard. Seeing you in the sheer nightgown with those transparent panties would make him hard as a rock!" Susan blushed and stammered, "You...you mean that Don would be that excited from seeing me like this? That makes me feel sort of peculiar, flattered I guess. Would it make you feel funny if he did get hard if he saw me?" "Jealous, you mean? Of course not! Frankly, any man who wouldn't react to you has something wrong with him, and I certainly wouldn't want a husband who wasn't attracted by a beautiful woman who was almost nude! I assure you that Don would not only get hard, he would want to do something about it!" "You stop that now! You're going to get me hot! In any case, nobody has ever seen me like this but Jim and you, and I intend to keep it that way. Even the thought of people seeing me undressed embarrasses me, a holdover from my mother and family, I suppose. From the time I was a little girl, it was drummed into me that my body always should be concealed. I've always worn longer skirts than most women, fuller blouses to hide my breasts, thick bras so my nipples won't show through -- things like that. They always stressed keeping my knees locked together, feet on the floor and, heaven help me if a thigh or hose top showed. I know all this stuff is conditioning, but it worked! I'm just not comfortable unless everything is hidden, even if, on occasion, I'm tempted to wear something more daring or revealing." "It's amazing how childhood training carries over and the inhibitions parents create are hard to break. Haven't you ever shown anything?" "Only one time, to my knowledge, and it happened, completely by accident, with Jim. It was in that class where I first met him. My jacket fell on the back of my chair, and I had to reach around and down to get it. Evidently, as I strained to reach it, my legs spread wide enough for him to see right to my panties! He told me about it long afterwards when we were going together and I was horribly embarrassed about it even then. Look, I'm blushing even now! I just can't even think of exposing myself without being embarrassed! Incidentally," Susan giggled, "he had a tremendous erection after seeing me and had to hide it behind the lectern! I don't know what I would have done if I had known then that he had seen up me or the effect it had on him!" "Susan, honey, are you telling me that in your entire adult life that is the only time anyone has seen up your skirt." "Sure. Of course, I didn't know about Jim seeing until much later, so it's quite possible that something similar happened some other time, but, if so, I don't know about it. I'm very careful, because of my background and the fact that I would be positively humiliated if I knew that even my hose tops and supporters had been seen. Of course, pantyhose eliminates that problem even if I don't like to wear them." "That is completely unbelievable. In the first place, everyone falls down, has the wind blow their skirt up, gets out of the car awkwardly -- or something!" "Oh, Jean, I know that I'm more careful than most women because I have such a horror of being embarrassed, probably excessively so, I'll admit, but surely other women have the same fears and avoid those accidents! "Susan, I can't believe that any woman who wears regular skirts hasn't been embarrassed by having her skirt up to her neck, figuratively speaking, at some time in her life. Also, I'm sure that almost all women, at one time or another, have "accidentally" spread their legs when a man is looking, exposing their panties or even their cunt!" Seeing a stunned look on Susan's face, Jean added, "I don't want to shock you, honey, but I think most women enjoy a little innocent exhibitionism: raising their leg higher than necessary when trying on shoes, fixing a supporter or straightening their hose, not closing the curtain on a dressing room completely. Oh, I don't know, there is any number of ways of 'innocently' exposing yourself with no embarrassment, and, it feels very sexy and no one is hurt. In fact, the man almost certainly will enjoy the view, and the woman gets a nice tingle in her cunt!" "Oh, my heavens, Jean! I guess I am inhibited and naive. I just can't believe that you could get excitement out of letting someone see up your skirt. I would be so flustered and embarrassed that, rather than be excited, I'd probably faint! Have you actually done that?" "It seems that all I do these days is shock and upset you. I'm worried that you will think less of me since I'm more of a libertine than you, but, then, I'm afraid most people are. I'm afraid that I've done a number of things that you wouldn't understand or approve of. Since you ask, yes, I have exposed myself many times, and it is fun. I am embarrassed as you would be when a real accident happens, but when I do it intentionally, it does excite me. Just last week, I had finished taking a shower when I heard the UPS truck coming down the drive. The driver always rings the bell and leaves the package on the front deck, so I put on a short robe, without bothering to tie the sash, and went down to bring it in. Holding my robe partly closed, I opened the door just as the driver, a nice looking young man, started to ring the bell for the second time. He was delivering my new monitor and a signature was required, so he handed me his clip board to sign. I knew that probably he had seen something as the door opened, and that aroused me a bit, so I decided to have some fun with it. Holding my robe with my left elbow, I took the board in my left hand and started to write with my right. As I signed, I deliberately relaxed my elbow pressure and my robe came open, exposing my right side from my breast all the way down. I pretended not to notice as I signed, and innocently pulled it back closed as I handed the board back. Then, I bent down to get the monitor inside and let the robe come completely open and, "embarrassed," I straightened up and closed it hurriedly, clutching it tightly at the neck, "unaware" that the robe flared open down below, giving him a full view of my cunt as he put the monitor inside. The whole thing lasted for only three or four minutes, but I surely was hot afterwards, and I'll bet he thought about it all day!" Susan had an expression on her face like that of a woman seeing her first X-rated movie, shocked and repelled, yet fascinated and aroused. "I...I don't know what to say. Of course, I don't think anything bad about you, but I still can't believe that you could do that. Aside from any question of morality, I would have been absolutely petrified! Weren't you worried that he would try something? Did he actually think it was an accident? How did you have the nerve? Do other women do things like that'? Gods, all I have is questions, and the things I ask don't really matter. The truth is I seem to have a split personality in this. One side, the "moral" side, tells me that what you just described is terrible, even depraved, not something a "nice" person ever would do. The other side is fascinated and excited by your story and, I have to admit that while you were telling it, I was wishing I could have seen the whole thing! Oh, my mind is in a muddle! All I know for sure is that I couldn't do it! I...I don't want you ever to think that I'm criticizing your actions, sexual or otherwise, honey, so I have a confession to make, and I guess this is a good time for it. "Remember when you were telling me about your beautiful red dress and the party? Well, when I was listening to you I got really hot. I thought about how lovely you must have looked, and then, as you described it, I pictured you lying back on that couch with your boobs out and your skirt up to your waist. I never had done anything like it before, but I even tried to imagine how your cunt would look as he fing...finger-fucked you! I was absolutely enthralled as you described having an orgasm as he fingered you! When you finished the story, about how Don had watched you and then spanked you, I just didn't know what to say. I'd never heard anything like that before, much less having it happen to a friend. At that point, a combination of my pregnancy problem, moral training and a stupid censor that seems to live in my head, caused the bitch in me to erupt and I said all those vicious things I didn't mean. The truth is, and I've had a hard time admitting it to myself, that I sort of identified with you and....it's hard to say this even to you, but I envied you a little. I've never done anything even remotely like that -- boy, is that an understatement! Oh, I'm not saying this well, but not only am I sorry about the things I said -- you know that anyway -- but I think what you did was fascinating and I loved hearing about it. I feel very privileged that you cared enough for me to tell me such a personal story. There, I finally said it!" "Susan, honey, you don't know how happy that makes me feel. I never had told anyone about that night, but, for some reason, I just wanted to tell you. I know all of this is a real shock to you. You've been tightly controlled by your upbringing, a straitlaced set of moral principles, combined with a real shyness. Now, you are coming out of your cocoon -- maybe being dragged out might be a better way of putting it -- and its bound to be traumatic. Certainly it is normal to get a vicarious thrill out of hearing something sexy, and I'll admit that it would have excited me if you had been watching me show off to the UPS man! You need something more than a vicarious thrill, though, so I'll tell you what we are going to do! As soon as it gets warmer, we are going to the mall with you wearing your shortest skirt, hose and garter belt and your briefest panties, and you are going to open your legs like you did in Jim's class and show yourself off!" "Oh my heavens, Jean. I couldn't possibly do anything like that! I'd die of embarrassment! I don't see anything wrong with you doing it, but I certainly won't." "Ooh, yes you will, unless you want to be soundly spanked again! I'll spank you and then make you show off your red bottom." "Please, Jean, don't make me do that. I'd be so flustered and humiliated that I couldn't stand it." "You've got more nerve, and sexiness, than you know, honey, and you are going to do it! Remember who the mistress is and who the slave girl is here." Susan's face flushed mid she looked down demurely as she said, simply, "Yes, mistress." "Speaking of red bottoms, I'm afraid we have a possible problem. You know how Don reacts to me if I lie to him or do something behind his back. Well, I'm almost certain that he saw us kissing as you left last night. I covered it up, I think, and he didn't seem too concerned, so maybe I'm wrong, but I'd like to tell him that we are 'doing things' with each other so he won't be upset later. He's bound to find out, anyway, and I'm certain it wouldn't bother him in the least. What do you think, honey?" Susan's face was the picture of shock, frozen in a horrified expression of non-belief. "Oh, Jean, you can't tell him! I'd die. Oh, my heavens, I can't even think of it!" "Ok, Susan, calm down! If you're that against it, I won't say anything until you're more used to the idea. I don't think that he's really suspicious yet, and we'll just have to be extremely careful. Please remember, though, what we're doing is not bad or evil, nothing to be ashamed of." Susan's fears were placated by Jean's promise and her face lost the strained, terrified expression it had worn. "I'm sure you're right, but it's just too new and I'm just too inhibited right now. I'm so afraid of a scene or some kind of trouble. Maybe I'll get used to it and you can tell him later if you want to." The two women were still wearing their nightgowns and lying beside each other on the bed. Jean leaned up on her elbow, looked down at Susan, and then bent over and kissed her, while fondling her breast. "All right, honey, we'll leave it at that for now and I won't say anything. Now, let's forget that problem and concentrate on more pleasant things! Boy, your breast feels good through your gown! No wonder men like to feel us through these silky things. Let me look closer at those panties. My heavens, those things don't hide anything! I can see every hair through them...but, oh my, does your cunt feel sexy as I run my hand over them! Take your gown off, honey, and I'1l take the panties down. Uh huh, your boobs feel even better with nothing over them, and, let's see, yes, your cunt is nicer too." With that, Jean began stroking Susan all over, starting with her breasts and working down to her cunt hair. She kissed and softly sucked her nipples, while ruffling the hair with her fingers. She slid her hand between Susan's widespread legs and began to barely touch the hair on the cunt lips as she stroked their full length. Then, she concentrated on the clitoris, lightly tickling on and around it, occasionally letting her finger delve between the lips into the vaginal opening, as she build Susan toward orgasm. Susan's hips were rocking up and down, reaching for the stroking fingers as her climax approached. Finally, she surged upwards, clamping her thighs tightly around Jean's hand, gasping out, "Ooh, oh, oh! Oooh! Wow, that was good!" Then, blushing, "That's embarrassing!" "What's embarrassing, you silly little thing? You're supposed to go off, the harder the better." Grinning, she added, "Maybe I should spank you for being so silly!" "I was afraid you would be looking for excuses to batter me! Maybe it will take your mind off my bottom if I play with you -- anything to protect my ass! Ooh, I am getting bold! Take off your gown and lay back, honey." Jean stretched out on her back as Susan began caressing her body, starting with her breasts. First she fondled and lifted then, amazed again at their weight. She took one in both hands, making a cone of it, and lightly flicked the nipple with her tongue. The nipple hardened even more, and she gently sucked on it, just enjoying the feeling of having another woman's nipple in her mouth. She did the same thing to the other breast, while continuing to lift and fondle both of them. Jean moaned softly and ran her hand over the back of Susan's head, hugging her to the breast she was sucking. While kissing and licking both nipples in turn, Susan let her hand roam downward over Jean's stomach, caressing and massaging the soft skin as she approached the mound of dark pubic hair. She ran her hand through the thick hair, marveling at its softness and resiliency. She patted it and the little ringlets bounced back as if made of rubber. She left the hair and stroked up and down Jean's thighs, lightly tickling the hollow area where the thigh met the torso. Finally, she let her fingers begin the tantalizing teasing of the cunt hair and lips, finding the hair already wet from Jean's arousal. The outer lips were fully dilated and the inter-lips were pulled back enough that the cunt hole was already open. She stroked up and down the slit, surprised, despite previous experience with Jean, to find her so much moisture. That very wetness caused a sudden thought to enter her head. "I wonder if I'm that wet when Jim plays with me....licks me. That feels so marvelous when he does it to me. Oh my heavens, what am I thinking of ...could I do that to Jean? Would she like it, or is that going too far? Could I do it, actually lick her? Darn it, I want to: I'm going to!" With that, and before she could lose her nerve, Susan slid down between Jean's widely spread legs. First, she softly kissed the thighs, slowly moving closer to the cunt, itself, while her hands caressed Jean's legs and hips. The scent of the aroused cunt reached her, slightly musky and not at all unpleasant, and actually rather stimulating and enticing. Any question of Jean's acceptance of Susan's venture vanished as she raised her legs until they almost touched her breasts, wantonly displaying her entire vaginal area. With that invitation, Susan tentatively kissed the hair at the top of Jean's cunt, and slowly moved downwards, letting her lips barely touch until she was at the clitoris. There, she let her tongue dart out and flick over the erect clit, stimulating it and causing Jean to arch up slightly to encourage the contact. Susan licked and gently sucked on the clit, and then, very slowly, drew her tongue down between the cunt lips, tasting, for the first time, the moistness of an aroused cunt. Again, as with the scent, the flavor was neutral at worst, banishing Susan's fears of being repelled by the taste. In fact, as she ran her tongue up and down the inter lips, she actually began to enjoy the both the flavor and the sensation. She slid her tongue, lapping as she went, from the clit all the way to the perineum, the small area between the cunt and anal openings, and back numerous times, relishing the feel of the internal texture. The surface was very slick and smooth as she ran her tongue between the lips, the overall impact being very pleasant. This impression was aided by Jean's reaction to Susan's efforts. Her hips moved up and down in rhythm with Susan's licking tongue, her legs spread wide to open up all crevices to the pleasure she was receiving. There was an almost continual combination of moans, sighs and grunts as she reacted vigorously to the multitude of sensations flowing through her system. Finally, her undulations became even more pronounced and her gasps more regular as she approached orgasm. For Susan, the imminence of the climax caused her to apply more pressure as she licked, and she employed a technique Jim had used on her. She lowered her face so that her nose pressed hard on the clit, leaving her tongue free to flick rapidly into the cunt hole. When the orgasm finally came, she fastened her lips on the clit, pushing hard as Jean arched upwards and stayed rigid, finally collapsing, gasping for breath from her exertion. Susan, too, collapsed, slumping forward between Jean's legs, her head resting on Jean's stomach, emotionally drained from an unbelievable sexual experience. They lay like that, not speaking, for several minutes, with Jean's hand gently stroking Susan's hair. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 03 At last, Susan raised up, placed one more kiss on Jean's pubic mound, and crawled from between her legs to lie beside her. Jean reached for her and they shared a long, gentle, very loving, kiss. As they broke apart, Jean finally spoke. "That was unbelievable, darling. I don't think I have ever come like that! Oh, honey, I wanted to do that to you, but I didn't have the nerve. You may be innocent and naive, but you have more courage than I do -- thank heavens! It felt absolutely wonderful. I'm going to do it to you later, I'm just too beat right now. I still don't know how you had the nerve to do something so daring." "I don't either, dear. I've never taken the initiative in anything sexual before. I've wanted things done to me because I've never had the courage to try anything. Anything new that Jim and I have done came about because he surprised me. If he proposed different things, I always said no because everything, except straight screwing, seemed immoral. This time, however, I just wanted to do it, and I did! I really would like you to do it to me, if you want to. I love it when Jim uses his tongue, and I'm sure I would be ecstatic if you do it. But," she added hesitantly, "do....do you think this is too much of a lesbian thing? I love you very much, but I don't feel like a lesbian -- I think." "Don't be silly, dear. Lesbians kiss each other's cunts, but that's not what makes them lesbians. Lesbians find other women sexually attractive, but not men. I certainly like and am sexually attracted to men, and I know you are too. I love you too, sweetheart, but I'm in love with Don. I know you love me, but obviously, you are in love with Jim. No, we may be, probably are, bi-sexual, but we are not lesbians." "I guess you're right, but it still seems strange doing these things, and, even more, wanting to do them. Oddly enough, though, I don't feel any sense of guilt or wrongness about any of it." Then, grinning impishly, "I thought I had better say that so you won't try to spank me to clear my conscience!" "Nuts, I was just getting ready to grab you. Oh, well, let's relax for awhile and go down and get a drink and a snack! We've got a long night before us, and we need energy." Both women welcomed a period of calmness after their excitement and exertions, so they chatted about a variety of mundane topics as they brewed tea and got their snacks. As they were going back upstairs, Jean asked, "What are you going to do while Jim's away with the National Guard? Will you go home?" "Oh, good heavens, no! I can hear it now...'Aren't you pregnant yet?'...'Are you really trying?'...'You're not getting any younger, you know!' Or, 'Susan, honey, isn't that skirt a little short'...'That bra must be too thin, dear, I can see you're little points.' It would go on for the entire month and I would either be crazy or shoot someone! No, I'1l just stay here and relax." "I don't know, honey, we'll be gone the whole month too and you will be alone here the whole time. It will be awfully lonely and, I think, scary, all by yourself." "I know. I didn't mind him being gone for so long when we were in the graduate housing apartments, for there always was someone around. I don't know of any good option, however." "Well, maybe something will come up. Now, do you want to watch "The Little Princess?" Susan thought that would be fine, so they lay back to watch a soothing DVD -- of all things, a Shirley Temple movie. At its conclusion, Jean leaned over Susan and said, kiddingly, "After a sexy movie like that, I'm really ready to do something daring!" She then proceeded to prove that she was in the mood by kissing Susan quite passionately while running her hands all over her body. Then she concentrated on the breasts, lightly sucking and licking the rigid nipples, while caressing Susan's stomach down to the pubic hair. She started to kiss her way down from the breasts, but paused just below the right nipple and kissed and sucked vigorous on one small spot. She looked up at Susan and said, "I'm leaving a hickey mark on you as a brand on my slave girl!" Jean moved down the bed as Susan parted and raised her legs, knees bent, to give access to her cunt. Jean stroked and petted the thighs and kissed her way upwards. She began to lightly tease the hair as she paused to look, for the first time, at a completely revealed cunt. She was fascinated by the symmetry and neatness of Susan's genital area. At the top was a mound of soft blond curls which crowned the elongated oval of the cunt. Just below the hair, where the lips began, the hooded clitoris was already erect, standing up asking for attention. Surrounding it and going downward were the pouting outer lips, covered with a thin layer of blond ringlets, darkened now by the anticipatory moisture from the vaginal opening. The outer-lips were engorged with blood and swollen out of the way, revealing the deep-red inter-lips and the dime-sized cunt hole. Below that, the oval came to an end as the lips came together at the perineum. With Susan's legs drawn up as they were, the entire area from her pubic hair to her hips was blatantly displayed (as Jean's had been before) and begging for attention. Jean leaned forward and flicked the clit with her tongue several times before lightly kissing and sucking it. She kissed all around the top of the oval and began to work her way down, kissing the lips and, finally, running her tongue the length of the inter-lips from the clit to the perineum. Like Susan, she found that she savored the texture and lubricity of the cunt and, even more, she enjoyed the obvious impact that her endeavors were having on Susan. At the first touch of Jean's tongue, Susan's hips began to sway, her legs parted even further and her pelvis moved upwards to encourage contact. Jean began alternately running her tongue through the furrow from bottom to top and teasing and licking the clit. She noticed that Susan seemed to lift up when her tongue reached the perineum, so she concentrated on that area for a few moments, eliciting mummers of "Oh, yes!" as she did so. Encouraged by the reaction, she ran her tongue all over the bottom of the cunt and, then, crossed the perineum and ran it around the anal opening. That drew an immediate reaction, with the hips rising higher off the bed exposing the opening even more completely. Jean stayed there for several minutes, to Susan's obvious delight, licking all around the hole and even probing the sphincter a number of times. It was clear that Susan was approaching orgasm, so Jean, again, began running her tongue the entire length, slipping her tongue into the cunthole occasionally as she licked past it. She paused each time to lick and gently suck the clit at one end and to probe and lick the sphincter at the other. Finally, she concentrated on the clit while using her fingers on the cunthole and perineum and anal area. Susan's legs splayed open and straightened up toward the ceiling and drew back over her head as her hips waved back and forth. She was emitting a continual series of moans, gasps, cries of "Oh yes, and finally, a long, drawn out gushing sigh of completion as she climaxed. For twenty or thirty seconds, she held that wide-open, rigid pose, and then her legs collapsed onto the bed with Jean between them. "Oh, my God, I never felt anything like that! Boy, talk about aerobic exercise -- my heart beat must be two-hundred a minute. Whew!" "I think mine is a little high, too! That was quite an experience for both of us. I honestly can say that I never thought that I would, or could, lick a cunt, dearest, but I loved doing it to you. I knew I wanted to do it for you, but I didn't know that I would actually enjoy doing it. You know, Don always told me that cunts were nice and that being wet made them better, but I never believed him. I think all women instinctively think of them as messy. " "I know just what you mean. Jim told me that same thing, and I really love it when he uses his tongue, but I just thought that men were different in those things. It's funny, though, logic says that it shouldn't matter if the tongue is male or female, but psychologically it certainly matters. Feeling your hair brushing my thighs as you worked on me really made me continually aware that it was a woman down there, and I liked that! The nice thing is that we can do it to each other to get the female to female feeling, and have our husbands do it for the different sensations they give us. Wow!" "Being bi-sexual has its advantages, doesn't it?" They lay together for some time, comparing notes and just talking, both still full of the new experiences they had shared. Soon, however, their exertions caught up with them and it was time for sleep, but this time they didn't lie chastely apart. Instead, they lay side-by-side, gently fondling each other until they fell asleep. They both slept very soundly, and it was fun, if a bit strange, to wake up Sunday morning, still side-by-side with Susan's hand cupping Jean's breast. There was no embarrassment or shyness, even on Susan's part, and they simply exchanged a very loving kiss before separating. That evening, when Don returned, Jean broached a subject she had been thinking about since the previous night. "Honey, you know that Jim will be spending the month of July with the National Guard. I asked Susan last night if she were going home and she definitely said no. She intends to spend the entire month alone here, which I don't think is a particularly good idea. What would you think of inviting her to go up to the cabin with us?" "Now I don't know, Jean. I think we would enjoy having her with us, but we still have the same problem." The problem to which he referred was sleeping accommodations. The cabin had sleeping loft with two regular sized beds, with a curtain that could be drawn between them for privacy. However, both Don and Jean were quite large, relatively speaking, and the last time they had company and they were forced to crowd together on a regular "full-sized" bed, they swore never again. Since then, they only invited people for day-time visits, and they each took one of the beds at night. "I thought of that, and I don't think there is a problem. You can sleep in one bed and Susan and I will take the other. She's so small that I won't be crowded. What do you think? I think it would be nice having her along. If nothing else, she would keep me company while you're fishing." "Well, as I said, I don't mind if there is no sleeping problem." Then, after a pause, he added casually, seemingly kidding, "Are you sure you don't have something going on and you just want to sleep with her?" "Don, what a thing to say! You know better than that!" Jean felt funny as she lied by implication and a shiver seemed to go down her spine. She didn't know what else to say, particularly after her promise to Susan, so she just asked, "So it's all right to invite her?" For Don, something in Jean's voice as she answered rang a warning bell, but he simply said, "Sure." Despite her misgivings about Don, Jean could hardly wait to issue the invitation to Susan. She wanted to do it when they were going to be alone for a while, so there was no opportunity until the following Friday. When Susan arrived, Jean was just finishing her shower, as usual, and came out naked to greet her. Susan opened her robe so that their bodies were together as the kissed hello, and then, she looked up playfully and said, "Are you going to spank me before or after the movie?" "Maybe both," Jean replied, laughing. "What have you done to deserve a spanking?" "I didn't know I needed to have done anything, you big bully. You just like to spank my ass!" "You have a point, dear, but I think we'll wait until afterwards. I have an invitation for you. Rather than spending a whole month here alone, how would you like to go up to our cabin with us? We'd love to have you." "Oh, Jean, dear, do you mean it? Are you sure I wouldn't be in the way?" "Of course you wouldn't be in the way. There is only one problem." She went on to explain the bed situation, and concluded, "That means that you and I would have to share one of the beds for the entire month!" "Wow, I don't know if I could stand that!" "Silly! Now, do you really want to come?" "Of course I do, honey. It sounds wonderful! I can't wait to tell Jim. He wasn't too happy about me staying here alone for a whole month, so I'm sure he will be delighted. Tell me about the place. You've talked a little about your place in Maine, but you've never mentioned any details?" "I'll tell you what, dear. Why don't you and Jim come over for dinner tomorrow night, if Jim can take off for an evening, and we'll tell you all about it." That sounded like an excellent idea, so Susan contained herself and her questions and they settled down to watch their movie. However, they found it difficult to concentrate, both being very aware of the other beside them. It was all very new and thinking sexual thoughts was inevitable. Finally, after an hour, they agreed to postpone the rest of the movie, and had a very fulfilling session of sex. Each took great pains, using lips, tongues and fingers to give the other a satisfying orgasm, ending the evening lying side-by-side, fondling each other's breasts and cunt. As they got up and put on their robes, Susan was eager to get home and tell Jim the news. At the last minute, though, Jean reached for her, saying, "Wait a minute, you little hussy! I owe you a spanking for whatever you did. I said that I'd spank you before you left! Come back." Laughing, Susan evaded her grip and hurried to the stairs and down, with Jean hurriedly following. "No you don't. I got away! Anyway, I didn't do anything wrong." "Ok, young lady, I told you to come back and you didn't. Next Friday you'll get a real spanking for that if nothing else!" Then, "Good night, honey. I'm really looking forward to July!" "So am I, dear. See you tomorrow." They kissed good night and separated as Susan hurried over to tell Jim the news and, of course, to make love. Actually, the love-making came first, since Jim was ready and waiting. Incidentally, the only unusual thing that happened while they were having sex was a sudden realization by Susan that she was having her cunt licked for the second time within one-half hour, once by a woman and once by a man. It gave her a peculiar feeling, but somehow it seemed to enhance the sensations Jim's tongue and fingers were bringing her. Her second orgasm of the evening, from sexual intercourse this time, was very good. Finally, as they lay there, satiated from their exertions, Susan told Jim her news. Needless to say, Jim was greatly relieved that Susan would be with friends while he was gone, and they both looked forward with great anticipation to hearing details at dinner the next evening. Both the dinner and the evening were quite enjoyable. Jean makes no pretenses of being a gourmet cook, but the food was simple, well cooked and delicious. If Susan and Jim had any residual doubts that Don and Jean really wanted Susan to vacation with them, those reservations would have been allayed quickly by the warm and sincere comments about how they were looking forward to having her. Susan was equally effusive in her gratitude for being invited. After these preliminaries were out of the way, Don, at Jean's urging, described the cabin and the area, as well as giving some family background. "I inherited the cabin, as well as this house, from my grandfather. Both my parents died when I was a child, and I was raised by my grandparents. He was a stockbroker in New York in the 1920's when the market soared to irrational heights. He came to the conclusion that a crash was inevitable and he was one of the smart operators who got out early, putting his money in safe government bonds. When the depression hit, he was well fixed -- not really rich, but quite well to do. Actually, in the depression of 1929 onward, anyone with money was rich. Everything was dirt cheap, people would work for practically nothing and if you spent money, you were a real benefactor to the community. For example, my grandfather had this house built, employing dozens of men and giving them a livelihood. The cabin had been built by a fellow stockbroker just before the crash, and my grandfather bought it from him, sight unseen for, literally, ten cents on the dollar and the man was happy to get it. "My grandfather was delighted when he finally visited his new property, and, as he admitted later, felt guilty for "stealing" such a beautiful place. It's on a large lake and includes several hundred forested acres of lake front land; very valuable today, but cheap back then. The most fascinating thing about its location is that the cabin stands on an outcropping of very unusual black rock that goes right down to the water. On one side, the direction the front of the cabin faces, is the open lake which provides a beautiful view. The other side is a long, narrow cove, about fifty yards wide, that provides a quiet, safe boat dock. In some ways, the most unique feature of the whole place is a shallow hole my grandfather had blasted into the solid rock near the cabin -- this was before environmental laws! There's a small stream that runs in a shallow bed in the rock, and he arranged a sluice to divert the water into the hole, creating a natural swimming pool. Somehow, he even had a drain bored so that the pool is empty when we're not there! Very nice." Susan broke in to ask, "What about the cabin itself? Is it up-to-date?" Jean responded with a laugh, "Yes, it is thoroughly updated, with indoor plumbing, electricity, all the modern conveniences! I assume that's what you meant. I assure you, I wouldn't spend a month in any "roughing it" cabin. Don's grandmother felt the same way, and we've improved things, bit-by-bit. One of the nicest things, however, is the association that we are a part of." Don explained, "We belong to a lake association that tries to maintain property standards. Most important for us, though, when we're planning to go up to the cabin, I call the association headquarters and they send someone out to air it out, turn on the power and, even, check the boat and put it in the water. It is fairly expensive, but taxes are low and, of course, the cabin is ours, no renting or leasing, so it's a very cheap vacation in a place we love." "Well, it sounds absolutely wonderful, and I can't wait to see it. You two are just so sweet to invite me!" After that, the evening continued pleasantly, with Don reminiscing about his grandparents, Jim talking about his own trip in July, and Jean and Susan discussing clothes and other items needed. At that, they laughed, suddenly coming back to reality and the fact that July was still six weeks away!" The following week was a busy one for Susan, leaving her little time to plan, or even think, about the trip, but she looked forward to Friday when she and Jean could discuss things that they would be doing, clothes she would need, etc. Thus, when Friday evening finally came, she hurried over in great anticipation. As she entered the bedroom, she was not surprised to see Jean coming out of the bathroom, completely naked after her shower. However, as she stretched up for a "hello" kiss, she found herself literally picked up by the larger woman. Before she could react, she found herself face down, draped over Jean's knees in that humiliating (but arousing) position of subservience. Shortly afterwards, her robe was thrown up over her back, fully exposing her bare bottom, and a series of firm slaps was being administered to it. She knew it was futile to struggle, but she tried, anyway, while protesting indignantly, "What are you doing? I haven't done anything wrong. Stop that!" Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 03 Jean replied, "Don't you remember last week'? I told you to come back, and you just laughed and ran. Well, you can't run now, and you are going to get a real spanking!" "Jean, please, that hurts. I'm sorry. Ooh, that hurts! Stop it, dear! Ouch!" Despite Susan's pleas, blows continued to rain down on her vulnerable behind. The cheeks turned crimson as they bounced and quivered in response to the spanking. Slap. "Ouch!" Smack. "Ooh!" Whack. "Please stop! I'll behave!" Slap. The spanking continued until Susan suddenly burst into tears and begged, "Please, honey, stop now. It's really hurting me!" There was nothing of the stubbornness that had sustained her in her first spanking, and certainly no arrogance or demands, just tears and a plaintive plea. Once again, however, that was enough. Jean was excited by the sexy way Susan's naked hips looked bent over her lap, and she definitely was aroused by the physical act of spanking those hips. Susan's tears and her pitiful pleas, as opposed to the earlier mock complaints and cries, caused her to stop immediately. Susan got to her feet, and, as before, stood, head down, hands on her bottom, waiting docilely for Jean to take the initiative. Jean embraced her, then lay her on the bed and began fondling and caressing her. Susan reacted almost immediately, demonstrating, again, that the spanking had excited her as much as Jean. With her fingers and tongue, Jean brought Susan to a very satisfactory orgasm, after which, Susan returned the favor. Jean then applied the anesthetizing lotion to, as she said, "Your pretty little red ass," making sure that her fingers probed all the available crevices and openings. This caused another, milder, orgasm, after which, the conversation about the trip could commence, followed by their movie. First things first! The next Friday, the last one in May, was a total washout. Jean was one of those unfortunate women who was subject to excruciating menstrual cramps that permitted no activity but lying in bed, in a fetal position, with a heating pad. (Susan, on the other hand, had periods that came like clockwork, lasted three days with no physical discomfort, and was gone.) Under the circumstances, Susan just stayed home, and realized, more than ever, just how much she had come to rely on a little R and R on Fridays. Jim managed to console her, somewhat, by stopping work early and engaging in a more prolonged love-making session. The proverbial silver lining and all that! However, if that Friday seemed dark, the next one was a catastrophe -- or, at least, it seemed so at the time. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 04 Susan arrived at the usual time, admired Jean's naked body as usual, and they settled down to watch a movie, happy to be back in their normal routine. The only variation was that Susan wanted to get home early because Jim was leaving for a Saturday conference at 6:00 AM. Because of this, and after missing the previous Friday, they selected and watched a short movie, leaving more time for their "illicit" activities. Afterwards, Jean fondled and petted Susan first, working slowly to maximize her pleasure, concentrating on those things that she knew really aroused her. That particularly included extensive teasing of the cunt hair and stroking of the cunt lips. Most of all, however, she had noted Susan's extreme reaction to licking of the perineum and licking and probing of the anus. Both seemed to cause her excitement to soar and her orgasm to explode, so she emphasized those activities along with continual caressing with her hands. When Susan finally erupted into a very satisfactory climax, it was Jean's tum. Jean lay on her back while Susan worked on her breasts, sucking the nipples and lightly flicking them with her tongue. She loved those large and heavy breasts and really enjoyed handling them. Then, she worked her way down Jean's stomach, kissing her hair as she approached the cunt. After reaching in to tickle and tease the clit, she moved down between Jean's legs and began to stroke the upraised thighs and, then, the cunt hair and lips. Finally, she moved in close and began finger-fucking (which Jean particularly liked) while she concentrated on licking and sucking the clit. At that point, the aforementioned catastrophe occurred! As was not really uncommon, Don's meeting ended fairly early, and he arrived home in time for a relaxing workout followed by a refreshing shower. As usual, he put on a robe and went up to the kitchen to get a drink before settling down with a book. His suspicions about the relationship between Susan and Jean had been allayed by his observations of them in the last few weeks, for they had acted exactly as close friends, not lovers, would act. Of course, they were not lovers in the classical sense, only two close friends who enjoyed sex together. There, naturally, were no meaningful glances exchanged, no lingering hand-holding, none of the typical actions of lovers. In addition, both women seemed to compartmentalize their activities and thoughts. When alone in the bedroom, they thought sex. When in the kitchen, or any other room, they thought of appropriate things. Consequently, there were no giveaway signs. Thus, Don was convinced that his normal instincts for detecting falsehood were wrong this time. However, when he came up to the kitchen, he was surprised by what he did not hear. Normally, he was amused, and amazed, by the ability of the two women to watch a movie and chatter to each other at the same time, dissecting and commenting on the movie almost without pause. Now, he heard nothing. His first assumption was that the movie was paused while one of them went to the bathroom, but when, after a few minutes, the silence continued, his misgivings returned, multiplied. He quietly mounted the stairs to the second floor, finally beginning to hear sounds as he approached the bedroom. Those sounds were not conversation, however; they were the hushed moans and sighs of a sexually aroused woman. He got to the half-closed door and looked in and, despite his suspicions, he was frozen in position. There before his shocked stare was a naked bottom, swaying back and forth, and legs parted far enough to show that its owner indubitably was female. Equally obviously, the female, which, of course, he knew immediately to be Susan, had her head between the legs of a woman who, manifestly, was his wife, Jean. Despite his shock, he watched, captivated, for a few moments at this erotic sight. Then, his rage at being duped overcame his sexual fascination and he stepped into the room and thundered, "So, nothing's going on, huh?" "Oh, my God! Don!" The two women, in an absolute state of panic, sat up, jumped off the bed, and stared, frozen, as the vengeful husband came toward them. Don grabbed Jean, sat down and pulled her over his knee while commanding, "Susan, you stand over there!" Susan could have grabbed her robe and run down the stairs and home, but the idea of disobeying never entered her mind. That mind was so shocked by the tum of events and conflicting thoughts that she couldn't have moved under any circumstances "On my God, he saw us! What'll he do? Oh, I'm naked and he saw me." With that, Susan went into the classic September Morn pose, right arm across her breasts, left hand covering her cunt hair. In that awkward position, she watched, with horror, as Don began giving Jean a severe spanking. "I asked you specifically if you knew why Susan changed and if anything was going on between you. You lied to me and said, 'no.' You know what I think of that. I don't care if you lick her cunt every night, but don't lie to me about it." His anger- filled statements were accompanied by a vicious series of slaps on Jean's hips. Her bottom quickly turned a brilliant red and then to mottled purple as the blows rained down, making a smacking noise interspersed by Jean's cries. Smack! "Please, Don, I'm sorry!" Smack! "Ouch!" Smack! "Oh!" Smack! "I'm sorry!" This alternating cacophony went on, it seemed to Susan, forever. She was shocked into silence at first, but as the spanking continued and Jean's cries became more pitiful and her tears flowed profusely, she finally gasped out, "Please Don, stop! It was my fault. I made her promise not to tell you. Please don't spank her anymore." At long last, Don's anger was somewhat appeased, and at that point, fortuitously, he heard Susan's plea. He set the crying, very submissive, Jean on her feet, and said, "Ok, Susan, it's your turn." If Susan was horror struck before, it was nothing to her feeling now. The idea that Don might spank her had never entered her mind and she stood, frozen again, unable to do anything but stand and stare. She had dropped the protective September Morn pose and was standing naked, completely exposed, presenting a delectable and extraordinarily sexy picture. When Don had seen the women engaged in sex, he had been so infuriated by Jean's deception that he had not reacted to seeing Susan nude for the first time. Now, however, with the fury diminished considerably, he became well aware of what he later referred to as a "pocket Venus." His robe had come open in the vigorous spanking of Jean, and his sexual arousal would have been obvious if anyone were looking. However, Jean was standing, head down and holding her burning bottom and Susan was just staring sightlessly, contemplating the unthinkable. "Come over here," Don said in a voice that assumed obedience, and Susan slowly went to meet her doom. In a few seconds she was in front of Don and he put his hands on her waist and bent her over his knee, as Jean had been seconds ago. Don had never spanked anyone but Jean before, and the much smaller, softer and more rounded bottom under his hand did nothing to defuse his sexual arousal. As he began a more moderately severe spanking, he was very conscious of the difference in texture and resiliency as his hand came down. Nonetheless, Susan received a real spanking. His hand rose and fell rhythmically, and if the smacks were not as hard as those Jean had received, Susan was much smaller and weaker. In addition, this was not the soft, feminine hand of Jean doing the spanking; it was the much harder, rougher palm of a man who worked out regularly. In short order, Susan's hips were crimson, she was writhing in agony and her tears were flowing as she moaned and cried. In the meantime, Jean was standing, mesmerized, by the dismaying and, at the same time, exciting sight before her. After just being soundly spanked herself, she hated to think of the pain Susan was feeling. However, she, of course, had never seen Susan draped over anyone's knees, and the picture she presented was fascinating. Her hips rose in a lovely rounded mound which seemed to bounce as Don's hand came down. Even the red color was attractive. Her breasts, crowned with very hard, erect pink nipples, hung downward toward the floor, and swayed and jiggled with each spank. At first, her legs were kicking up and down as she struggled against the pain, but soon they were quiet as she gave up and submissively accepted the punishment. Having spanked Susan herself, Jean knew the sensation that Don was feeling as his hand hit the resilient bottom before him, and she was aroused as she thought of his reaction. Still, Susan's plaintive cries finally led her to plead, "Don, please stop. She's had enough. We're both at fault and you've punished us. We're sorry." Whether Don heard her or not, he did slow, and then stop, the spanking. Like Jean when she spanked Susan, however, he felt almost compelled to run his hands over her hips and even, for a second, between her legs and over her cunt. Susan lay there, submitting to whatever he wanted to do, just as she had for Jean. Suddenly, Don raised her up and hugged her. She returned the embrace and said, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't let anyone know about this, and I made Jean promise. She didn't want to lie to you." Even more than she had been with Jean, Susan felt small and defenseless and clung to Don in complete subservience. Don, of course, had that remorseful, protective feeling, but this time, combined with sexual desire. Releasing Susan, he turned her toward the bed, laid her on her back and climbed over her, his cock fully erect. In complete surrender, Susan pulled her knees up to her breasts and spread her legs in submission. As Don came down on her, her hand reach down, almost without volition, and directed his cock into her cunt. He plunged deeply into her until she was completely penetrated, and began, vigorously, to screw her. Susan's mind was almost a complete blank: even the censor was silent. However, the sensations flowing through her were unbelievable. In his extreme excitement, Don was screwing her very hard, pounding against her cunt lips, his balls hitting hard on her bottom. This, of course, was the type of screwing she liked best, one that left her cunt lips swollen and sensitive, and sent jolts throughout her body. She matched his movements with her own and, shortly, erupted into an orgasm that just seemed to go on and on. Don was too aroused to last long, and soon he, also, reached climax, and, welding his pelvis to hers, he ejaculated deep into her. For Jean, the sights and sounds of the spanking caused conflicting emotions to war within her. She hated to see Susan spanked, but it excited her. Seeing her husband holding a naked woman, and then fondling her, caused small pangs of jealousy, but, paradoxically, aroused her at the same time. Thoughts flowed through her mind like a non-stop express train, one thing after another with no real pauses between: "Look at her ass bounce when it's spanked...She certainly is a little thing beside Don....Thank heavens, he's stopping....She won't be able to sit down for a week....Neither will I....Uh oh, Don's feeling her ass...and her cunt....l wonder what she's thinking....Wow, look at her ass....It looks worse when she stands up....He's hugging her....I bet that feels good to his cock....Oh my God, he's going to fuck her....What's she going to do....He's going to fuck her!" Jean had thought (or, perhaps, feared) that Susan would pull back at the final act of adultery and that Don would find it difficult, if not impossible, to get into her. (She wasn't sure about how she felt about it, but she certainly wasn't going to interfere.) Thus, she watched with amazement as Susan lay back on the bed and, without instruction or prompting, drew her legs up and opened them in welcome as Don came down on her. She was even more surprised when she saw Susan's hand voluntarily come out and insert the cock into herself. Her prim, prudish friend seemingly wanted to be fucked! As the sexual intercourse progressed, Jean moved closer to the bed, watching intently as Don's cock sank into Susan and withdrew, time after time. The only sounds were the low grunts of exertion from Don, the almost inaudible moaning sighs from Susan and the wet, squishing noise from the cock-cunt interaction. As the screwing built to a culmination, and the motions became even more intense, Jean sat on the bed beside Susan and watched the final moments with fascination. When the climax was reached and finished, Don and Susan stayed tightly connected for several moments, and then Don pulled out and lay beside Susan with his hand on her breast. Jean looked between Susan's legs and thought, "So that's what a freshly fucked cunt looks like!" The hair at the top, around the clit, was still dry and fluffy, but around the hole, itself, the short curls were drenched in moisture pulled out of the cunt. The cunt hole was still dilated and Jean could see that it was clogged with the whitish cum that Don had shot into her and that, even now, was beginning to seep out along the slit. Her curiosity satisfied for the moment, and intent on her own needs, she moved over to Don and took his cock into her mouth. Moving her head slowly at first, and more rapidly as the cock recovered, she brought it back to full hardness. Then, she straddled Don's legs and lowered herself onto his cock, impaling herself on it, and began to move up and down. Susan lay there in a stupor. Her mind was numb and her thought processes and emotions were in a sort of stasis. She was much like someone in an accident who feels no pain, and observes, but has no emotional connection, to events occurring around them. For Susan, the recent events had caused an emotional overload and were walled off in the back of her mind. Something would trigger them and they would rush back, perhaps to overload her again, but for right now those thought processes and her actions were on auto-pilot. So, she looked over to Jean and Don and observed, "They're fucking," without it meaning anything to her. The, she looked at the clock and, in a matter-of-fact voice, said, "It's late and I had better go home." She calmly got up off the bed, put on her robe, walked down the stairs and crossed to the apartment. She crossed the deck like an automaton, and when Jim greeted her with a kiss and carried her into the bedroom, she smiled and put her arm around his neck by reflex action. The human mind is a wonderful thing, permitting, in this case, Susan to act reasonably normal in a very abnormal situation. If the question would be asked, "How does a woman, less than five minutes after committing adultery, greet her husband as if nothing had happened," this is how. It probably is a form of involuntary short-term amnesia that permits people to survive accidents, battles, etc. by postponing facing reality. Whatever the explanation, Susan's behavior seemed normal enough for Jim. If she seemed a bit vague or bemused, he could tell that she was aroused, as was to be expected on Friday evening. Therefore, as usual, he carried her into the bedroom, removed her robe and placed her on the bed. She raised her legs and parted them as he began to work on her, fondling and stroking her thighs. He ran his fingers slowly up the thighs to her clit, lightly brushing the soft, silky hair around it. Then, he let the fingers drift downward, tickling the hair on the cunt lips as he approached the opening. As his fingers reached that central area, he found the hair to be soaked rather than fluffy. "Boy, she must have really gotten hot at that movie," he thought. "I don't think she's ever gotten excited enough to get that wet." Then, as he slid his fingers over the lips, he found the cunt hole already open and extraordinarily lubricated, almost dripping! In fact, as his fingers followed the furrow backwards, he found that her cunt had leaked all the way back! He was not the least put off by this flood since he loved her to be wet, but he figured that she would be ready for screwing with a much less foreplay than usual. Confirming that evaluation, Susan pulled her knees up higher, providing greater access to her genital area, as his fingers caressed her, normally her way of asking to be licked. Accepting the invitation, Jim lightly flicked her clit with his tongue and then began licking the moist ringlets around the hole, circling inwards toward the opening itself. He noticed a very different taste as he ran over the hair, a difference even more noticeable in the slit between the lips. He lowered his head and licked upwards from her perineum to the cunt hole and found that there was a veritable flood. He concentrated on the opening, running his tongue inside, but no matter how often he did so, more fluid came out. Certainly, she never had produced so much lubrication before and the different flavor made it even more unusual. Rather than repelling him, however, the obvious evidence of Susan's extreme excitement caused him to become more aroused than usual. By this time, Susan's legs were all the way up in her "submission" position, and, unable to wait longer, he rose up and mounted her, his cock going in so easily that, rather than having work in, it hit bottom without pausing. In some ways, Susan's cunt felt better to Jim than it ever had. The excess lubrication gave a smooth, silky feel that was extremely exciting, and at the same time, she seemed more open or looser. Normally, he was extremely aroused when he entered Susan and he frequently had a hard time holding off his climax, but this combination of lubrication and looseness meant that there was less friction, permitting him to last longer. For him this prolonged intercourse permitted a greater buildup, so when he finally came, it was one of the most intense orgasms he could remember. For Susan, the experience was also intense, sexually and emotionally. Her body never had calmed down from the intense excitement of the last half hour and her cunt was extremely sensitive from the vigorous pounding it had received. The lips, in particular, were somewhat swollen and a bit tender, augmenting any stimulation they might feel. When Jim carried her in and began caressing her, the new sensations ate away at her mental numbness and she became gradually more aware. Then, as Jim began stroking her cunt hair and lips, memories started to flood in. At first, she hardly knew where she was: the last she remembered clearly was lying on the bed with Don and Jean. Suddenly she was on her own bed with Jim between her legs! As she sorted through the emerging memories, Jim began licking and fingering her cunt, stimulating her so much that she spontaneously lifted and spread her leg as if ready to be screwed. However, that motion served as a trigger, and, like a bolt of lightning, she thought, "Oh my God! Don fucked me! Oh no! Jim's licking and sucking me after Don had me....ooh, but it feels so good!" Susan almost never said anything while Jim worked on her, especially when he was performing cunnilingus, but now she was so excited that she blurted out, "Oh, Jim, darling, that feels so good! Your tongue feels wonderful!" The excited and swollen state of her genitals made her so sensitive to Jim's stimulation that thoughts of having committed adultery, Jim licking her used cunt or what her relationships with Jean and Don would be, flew from her mind and she just lay back and let the sensations build up. When Jim finally entered her, she was in an almost continuous orgasm, and her ultimate climax was so violent as to almost dislodge Jim as he finished. The after-effect of their sexual intercourse was one of exhilaration, a feeling of closeness and love from sharing such intimacy. It might seem that Susan would be filled with guilt and remorse, considering her conservative or even prudish attitude toward extramarital sex, but, somehow she was able to blank out everything but her relationship with Jim. After Jim went to sleep, however, she lay awake, her mind racing, "What can I do?...How did I ever get into this mess? Don fucked me while Jean watched....what was she thinking'?...Is she mad?....Oh, my bottom hurts!....Could Jim have noticed it?...How did I ever let Don have me?....Oh, he spanked me hard!...My cunt must have been messy....did Jim notice that?....That's awful, Jim licked and sucked me after Don came in me....but it really excited me when he did it....Am I perverted, but I did like that!....And I wanted Don to fuck me after he spanked me!...God, I don't understand myself." After what seemed like hours, she finally fell into a restless sleep, waking up only when Jim came to kiss her goodbye, and falling back into a deeper, but still uneasy, sleep afterwards. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 04 The night had been somewhat traumatic for Don and Jean also. Jean continued to buck up and down on Don's cock until she went off. Don, despite his explosive screwing of Susan, also had a satisfying, if less explosive, come at about the same time. Jean got off and lay beside Don quietly for a minute to recover, and then looked over to Susan, only to find her gone. Neither had heard her or seen her go, and Jean was immediately alarmed. "Oh, Don, she's gone! What'll we do'? I'm really worried about her." "She'll be all right, honey. Maybe she just didn't want to stay around while we were screwing. Maybe she was just embarrassed by what happened." "You don't understand. She's never even had another man see her naked, much less spank and fuck her. I don't know what she'll do or what she'll tell Jim! She's so damn innocent that she must be in a state of shock! I'm going down to see if I can tell if anything is happening over there. Oh, I can't believe this!" Jean got up, put on her robe, went downstairs and crept silently across the connecting deck. She quietly opened the door to the apartment, which was rarely locked, and slipped inside, listening intently. At first there was nothing, and then she heard Susan cry out, "Oh, Jim darling, that feels so good! Your tongue feels wonderful." Embarrassed by her eavesdropping but thrilled to find that Susan was all right, Jean made her way back through the door and back upstairs. "Did you find out anything?" "She seems to be ok. It sounds as if they are having sex now." "Boy, she's going to have a sore cunt tomorrow! Her rear end is going to hurt too, I think. Now, though, how do you feel about me screwing her? Are you upset or mad? "Oddly enough, neither. When you let me up and started to spank her, I didn't know what to think. I was the only person who had ever done that to her before, and I didn't know what she would do or how she would take it. She's very independent, usually, and she really fought the first time I did it. But..." "You mean you spanked her?" "Yes, that's what started all this. She got me so mad that I just grabbed her and did it. But, I'll tell you about that later. When you were spanking her, I was fascinated. She looked so little and cute, and defenseless, bent over your knee, that I wanted to stop you from hurting her. But then, I found myself getting hotter and hotter, really turned on by watching you slapping her ass – the way it bounced and quivered – and the way her boobs jiggled with each smack. Even seeing her start to cry was sexy at first, but then I was afraid she was getting hurt too much I was really glad when you quit. Then, when I saw your cock sticking out after spanking her, I figured that you were going to screw her. I didn't know what to think or what to do, so I did nothing but stand and watch. "My first reaction was a flash of jealousy, or possessiveness, that my husband was going to screw another woman right in front of me! As I saw you start to enter her, though, my excitement returned, and I really enjoyed watching you fuck her. You know that I've never like porno tapes, they seem so gross, but I was fascinated watching you two. It was such a sexy,' rhythmic motion, moving in and out....I don't know, watching two people having sex right in front of you is different from watching two strangers fucking on the T.V. I've never thought that sexual intercourse would be interesting to a spectator, but I did enjoy watching the entire act. Actually, if I hadn't been mesmerized by watching, I would have wanted to join in and make it a threesome. When you went off in her, I really got excited and did want to participate, and when I looked at her cunt, I was seriously tempted to go in and lick it. Instead, I sucked your cock, and it made me even hotter to know that it had just come out of Susan – and I wanted it in me! "However, if I'm amazed at my reaction, I certainly never expected her to react as she did. She must have been a state of shock! I honestly have never known anyone so innocent and untouched, and, except for Jim, I don't think that any man had even seen her panties, much less her cunt! I just can't imagine how she's going to react to being screwed. One thing for sure, though, she was willing when you did it. I couldn't believe it when she put your cock into her cunt. I still think she was so shocked by being caught and spanked, that she didn't know what she was doing." "Well, we can't find out anything about that tonight; so there's no point in speculating. Now! I want to know all about what has been going on, and why you lied to me!" "I'm really sorry I lied to you, dear, and I would be sorry even if you hadn't caught us and spanked my bottom." Jean then described how her relationship with Susan had come about, leaving out only a specific explanation of Susan's and Jim's problem. She went on, at Don's prompting, to give details of her affair with Susan, from the first spanking to their most intimate sexual activities. After this long narration, she concluded by saying, "You know I've never had a lesbian impulse in my life, but this just happened and I couldn't bring myself to say anything right away. I just didn't know how to broach the subject. I figured that I would tell you about us eventually and I knew you would really be mad and give me a real spanking for not telling you when you asked if anything was going on. But, I never dreamed it would be this way, both of us together, caught in the act. I didn't want to lie to you or hide it, for I knew you wouldn't mind if I did have sex with her, but she just couldn't stand the idea of anyone knowing, even you. She made me promise to wait awhile, anyway, until she got used to the idea." "Well, I can't say that I'm happy about your concealing it from me, but I can understand that it was a unique situation. I was sure that something was going on, but I had no idea what. Certainly, I never thought of this, but I see absolutely nothing wrong with it. If the two of you are enjoying it, I can't see that anyone is being hurt. However, I'll have to admit that I'm glad it worked out this as it did, for if you had told me, I would have just stayed out of the way so as not to intrude. But, boy, what a thing to walk in on. All I could see at first was her naked ass swaying from side to side, between your legs as she licked you. It was quite a sight! It really would be something to see her turned over your knee being spanked, too. That would present quite a view! Have you done it to her often since then?" "No, only once, but I'd like to, and oddly enough, so would she, in a way. It's funny; you learn things about yourself in the most peculiar way. I've discovered that I enjoy spanking her just to see and feel her bottom, but it doesn't arouse me unless I am actually angry. What I like is to really slap her ass until its red and until she gives up, starts crying, and begs me to stop. I guess I just like to dominate and control her. I think it would have the same effect if I were forcing her to do something she didn't want to do by threatening to spank her, since that would also be dominance. Oh, I don't like the way that sounds, and I really don't want to hurt her seriously, but I do have this urge to dominate which I've never felt before. "On the other hand, Susan is a very independent woman who hates having anyone dominate or control her. Yet, it tums out that she enjoys being humiliated and embarrassed by being forcibly spanked to the point of complete surrender. You could see how she reacted tonight after you spanked her: she was ready to be fucked, or whatever you wanted to do." "Well, that certainly is a different attitude for you, and what you say about her does explain her reaction tonight. You know I've always thought that she was a sexy little thing, but I certainly never thought of making her, and, if I hadn't been so hot, I probably wouldn't have even then. I can't believe that, with her face and figure, I'm only the second man to have her. I certainly hope she isn't too upset, but, if she's as straitlaced as you say she is, it was pretty traumatic. Maybe you'd better try to talk to her tomorrow morning and, maybe, help her. I probably should stay out of the way, but, to tell the truth, I'd love to get her again in different circumstances, when I could really pay more attention to her – if you didn't mind." "I don't know how I'd feel. It's one thing to have it happen like this, totally unexpected, but another if it's planned. As I said, though, it really turned me on, watching you pound her! I thought you were going to push her right through the bed! She is going to have a sore cunt tomorrow. Actually, if I feel tomorrow the way I do right now, I know I would enjoy having the three of us in bed together....I don't know. In any case, I doubt that Susan could even think of such a thing, even if I do. We'll see. Right now, I'm worried about her reaction when it all sinks in. I'm just glad that Jim will be out of town tomorrow. I'm afraid that she will feel so guilty that she would blurt out the whole story to him, and I don't think he would understand at all. That would be messy! I will go over tomorrow morning if she doesn't come here. This really has been a night!" When Susan awoke the next time, her head was clear, perhaps too clear. She could remember, all too well, the events of the previous night, and they were arranged in her mind like a montage of film clips. She saw herself being fondled, probed and licked (the intimacy of which still caused her to blush) to orgasm, followed by an image of herself kneeling between Jean's legs, obviously performing what, until recently, she would have considered a perverted sexual act. The blush deepened a she had a horrifying picture of the view she had presented to Don, her buttocks waving in the air, her head lowered to Jean's cunt. Never had she even dreamed of being, much less seen, in such a position! The film moved forward and she saw herself standing, futilely shielding her breasts and crotch with her hands and arm, as Jean was draped across Don's knees and given a brutal spanking. She remembered, with some dismay, the mixed emotions she had as she watched, part of her horrified, part aroused by the sight of Jean squirming and writhing as she was spanked. Then, with infinite clarity, she saw herself, no longer hiding her nudity, walking meekly toward Don to replace Jean over his lap and to receive her own spanking. She winced as, she remembered the pain as Don slapped her ass cheeks, and suddenly became aware of a burning sensation that remained in those cheeks. She ran her hand over her behind and was startled by its soreness and by the heat emanating from it. Even more painful, however, was the next picture of being raised up by Don, placed on the bed and mounted. She saw the abject surrender as she raised and parted her legs in submission, even helping the penetration with her hand. Much as she would have liked to, she could not deny that she had welcomed – wanted – that penetration and the adulterous intercourse that followed. "I wanted him to fuck me! He could have done anything he wanted to me! Ooh that felt good! He really fucked me hard, hit my cunt hard!" With that thought, she ran her hands between her legs and felt the swollen, very sensitive cunt lips. After that, her memory was almost blank until she was in bed with Jim, and, in fact, she never did recall leaving Don and Jean although she did have a vague picture of Jean riding up and down on Don's cock. Her next clear recollection in that montage of memories was of her mind coming back into focus as Jim used his fingers and tongue between her spread legs. Again, as when she watched Jean being spanked, she had diametrically opposed feeling about what had happened. On the one hand, she was mortified to think of her husband, who she loved dearly, kissing and licking her cunt which was still drenched from her sexual activities with another man. He had commented, before they finally went to sleep, on how extremely wet she was, and she knew that it was Don's cum that had made her that wet. On the other hand, the realization that her husband was licking her freshly lucked cunt was what had really sent her over the edge last night to a tremendous orgasm (her third of the evening), so it evidently appealed to the perverted side of her nature. She knew that she should be devastated by having committed adultery, but, somehow, the degree of guilt and regret she would have expected was absent. Partly, this was due, once again, to the fact that she had made no conscious decision to do what her "censor," or conscience, thought was wrong. As with cunnilingus with Jim and lesbian-type sex with Jean, someone else presented her with a "fait accompli," relieving her of responsibility for what followed. She had come to recognize this trait in herself and realized that it was, at least in part, rationalization, but, psychologically, it did reduce her guilt feelings. It almost didn't seem like adultery when she had been spanked into submission! Another reason was the fact that Jim had really enjoyed all aspects of their love-making the previous night. He had enjoyed her extreme moistness (not at all bothered by the different taste), her intense reaction (almost a preliminary orgasm) as he licked her, and, especially, the slickness and openness that permitted the longer and more fulfilling screwing. Odd as it seemed, Jim, without knowing it, liked having sex with her after she already had been fucked! This might also have been a rationalization, but the sex they had last night was one of the best ever. In this case, extramarital intercourse had actually "lubricated" the way to better martial sex. Rationalizations or not, by the time Jean came over to check on her, Susan had made considerable strides in coming to terms with her recent sexual activity and with herself. She still blushed when she thought of Don seeing her completely exposed, and when, of course, she thought of him screwing her. In fact, if she focused too closely on much of what had occurred since Jean first spanked her, her face would flush and little faint cries would come from that previously omnipresent censor. The embarrassment and residual pangs of conscience, however, had ceased ruling her thoughts and behavior, even if the blushing and semi-guilt feeling continued. This is not to say that, at first, tears had not welled up in her eyes, perhaps remorse at lost innocence, but reality prevailed. Oddly enough, she was more concerned about Jean's reaction than her own, since she knew how she, herself, felt. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 05 Jean came in the door, somewhat fearful, half expecting to find Susan either comatose or hysterical, but, instead, saw her dry-eyed and, apparently, lucid. "How are you, dear," she asked, "are you ok?" "I'm fine, I guess, but...but are you mad at me?" Jean put her arms around her and hugged her as she asked, "What on earth would I be mad at you for'? You certainly didn't do anything wrong!" "Oh, Jean, dear, your husband fuck...fucked me last night! I was so afraid you would be upset and angry! Aren't you?" "You silly little thing! Of course I'm not upset! I'll admit that I wasn't quite sure how I felt when I realized that he was going to screw you, but, I have to admit, I actually enjoyed watching him take you. My only concern was how you would react after you left last night. I've been terribly worried because I know nothing remotely like that has ever happened to you and I didn't get a chance to console you last night. I'll admit something though. I snuck over here, after Don and I were finished, to see if I could tell if you were having trouble, and I heard you and Jim in the bedroom. That relieved my mind somewhat; otherwise I would have been over as soon as Jim left this morning. I hope you don't mind my eavesdropping." "Of course I don't, honey. I guess I left your place in a daze, for I don't remember anything clearly after Don finished. As I'm sure you could guess, I've thought of nothing else since I woke up, and I think I've gotten things squared away, to some degree, anyway As you heard, Jim and I made love after I got home, and that probably was the best thing that possibly could have happened. If I had needed to come in and act natural a few minutes after Don screwed me, I know I couldn't have done it. Or, if I had, somehow, concealed what I had done, I'm sure that I would be wracked with guilt right now. After all, it was adultery, no matter what the circumstances, and I certainly was not prepared to handle that. Last night, though, Jim took me to bed while I was still in a trance, still dazed from Don having me. When I came back to myself, we were engaged in a wonderful love-making session. It doesn't make sense, I guess, but that was so reassuring; it seemed to put things in perspective. Maybe it is just rationalization, but I was able to see the screwing with Don was just sex, with Jim it was love. Does that make sense, or am I just trying to find justification for some that I did?" "Of course it makes sense, honey. That's the same thing I was saying about loving and being in love." "There's something else, too, which I'm using, right or wrong, to excuse myself. It seems that once someone dominates and spanks me, they can do anything they want with me. That's the way it was with you and, joke or not, you have been my mistress, at least in sex, ever since. Now Don handled me like I was an infant, picking me up and turning me over, and then placing me on the bed. When he laid me on the bed I knew he was going to have me, and I made absolutely no effort to stop him. In fact, maybe you noticed, I spread myself wide and helped him get in. I can't even claim that I didn't know what I was doing. I just never even thought of doing anything else! Hard as it is to admit, I wanted him to take me, use me, and to dominate me. I just can't understand myself, but part of me seems to want to be a slave girl when it comes to sex. But, I don't want that kind of relationship with my husband. There I want to be a loving, equal partner!" "Well, I don't pretend to be a psychologist or psychoanalyst, but you know that I have the same feeling with Don after he spanks me, so I guess we are somewhat alike. In any case, I don't see any reason to worry yourself. If you enjoy being submissive in certain situations, I don't see that it hurts anyone, certainly not Jim. If it made you feel guilty and was hurting your relationship with him, that would be different, but I think that what you and I have done has made you a better and happier wife and partner for him. I don't know if being screwed by Don makes you a better wife, but, so far, it doesn't seem to have hurt." "Hard as it is to believe that, with my upbringing, I certainly was more loving and responsive last night than usual! Do you realize that I went off with you working on me, had an unbelievable orgasm with Don and then really exploded with Jim? I must be a sex maniac! I just can't believe myself." "Well, enough deep thought. To more pressing matters -- how's your bottom? I brought this over in case you needed it. I certainly did after I was after Don did me!" Jean took the bottle of lotion from her pocket and motioned for Susan to lie down on the bed. She pushed Susan's robe aside and said, "Boy, you did get a spanking! Your hips are still bright red!" As she smoothed the lotion over the cheeks, she asked, "Does that hurt'? The heat is unreal." "It's really sore. I'm glad Jim isn't home, because I would have a hard time not wincing when I sit down. That's not the only place I'm sore. Look at my cunt." She rolled over on her back and spread her legs, something that would have been unthinkable such a short time before. "I think I am really swollen." "Oh my heavens! Your cunt lips are puffed up and spread apart as if you were ready for sex. I know that Don really pounded you last night, but I didn't expect that!" "He really did screw me hard, but then Jim did the same thing. Two hard screwings in less than an hour may be more than my cunt can stand. Maybe the lotion will help there too. Ooh, that does feel better!" Susan lay quietly while Jean tenderly applied the soothing lotion to her cunt, and then said, "Honey, we still have a problem. What do we do next?' "What do you mean, dear?" "Well, we can hardly go on as we were before, but I certainly don't want to stop doing things with you! But, Don knows about us, and he's screwed me! Is he going to want to do it again? Do you want him to? Should I go with you to Maine?" Susan's eyes began to water as she talked and it was obvious that tears would soon follow. "Don't cry, honey, we'l1 work it out! As far as Don is concerned, I definitely think that he would want to screw you again; he's not stupid. After the way I felt last night, I certainly wouldn't have any objection -- I might even enjoy it. But, that's up to you. If you have my question in your mind, I'll just tell Don to stay out of the way when you and I are together, and he'll do it. He was worried about you, too, last night, after I told him how inexperienced you were, and he has no problem with the two of us being alone doing whatever we want. Remember, I told you before that he wouldn't object. He just doesn't like being lied to or duped. And, if course you should come with us! Even if you decide you don't want any three-way sex, the fact that you and Don have screwed once will make us all freer and more intimate." "That makes me feel better, honey. It's funny, I've committed adultery, something that always horrified me, and it hasn't seemed nearly as important as I would have expected. I've been unfaithful to the husband I love dearly, and, while I do feel guilty about it, the guilt is hardly crushing. In fact, last night we were closer than we have been in some time, and, rationalization aside, I don't see that Jim was hurt by what happened at your place last night. If doing things with you made me a better wife and partner, and I think that you are right that it did, it may be that extramarital screwing loosened me up even more. There's no doubt that I'm less inhibited than I was before you spanked me! In any case, I considered whether I should tell Jim about it, but I sincerely believe that no good, and probably a lot of harm, would come from doing so. Once I decided that, the real question was your feelings and the future, not past events. I really want to go with you to Maine, and I'll do whatever you and Don want." "Watch it, my little slave girl, you might be getting into more than you expect if you have both a mistress and a master," Jean said, laughing for the first time. "I'1l tell you what I think. We should cool it with Don until we get to Maine, and we'll see how you feel by then. In the meantime, Jim won't be coming home till late tonight, you said. Why don't you come over and eat with us this evening and we'll pretend nothing happened last night. You and Don can get comfortable with each other again, and we'll have a nice quiet, friendly, and non-traumatic, evening. What do you think?" "I think that would be perfect, honey!" It was perfect, a quiet, comfortable, companionable meal that brought Susan and Don together without tension. The walk across the short deck was traumatic for Susan, not knowing how she would react to seeing Don, but her concern was banished when he, without speaking, hugged her and squeezed her hand as she entered. The evening was spent in casual, pleasant conversation about non-controversial subjects, particularly more details about the cabin and lake. The only time that Susan was the least embarrassed was one time when she inadvertently noticed Don's roving eyes taking in the more salient points of her anatomy? It suddenly hit her, for the first time in his presence that this man had seen, in her mother's phraseology, "everything she had," and she felt herself blushing. However, as she felt the flush throughout her body, she realized that she wasn't really embarrassed so much as mildly stimulated, sexually, and that, as much as anything else, relaxed her. So, the evening went well, and, as she left, both said "good night" with a kiss that was something more than pro forma -- and to her own surprise, she returned both with equal fervor. The month of June was a busy one. Jim's classes and exams were finished and he was able to devote full time to his thesis. Susan's school finished for the summer at the end of the first week, leaving her free to catch up with house work and get ready for the Maine trip. Susan and Jean's Friday sessions continued as before with the two of them becoming more familiar each other's preferences and erogenous zones. Don finished the contract negotiations that caused the Friday night meetings, but he stayed away while the "movie sessions" went on. Only two things of a new sexual nature took place during that month, and they were closely related. With school over, Susan and Jean began shopping for clothes needed for the trip, and, as a result, they made several trips to the local mall. Jean found a short, denim skirt that she said would be ideal for Maine, and urged Susan to try one on, but she protested that she could never wear a skirt that short, several inches above the knee. However, with Jean's and the clerk's urging, she finally did try it on, and even she had to admit that it looked perfect on her. For her, the oddest thing was that, when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt sexy, something that never had happened to her when she tried on clothes. Over her not-too-sincere protests, Jean convinced her not only to buy it, but to wear it right then. Walking through the mall, wearing by far the shortest skirt she ever had on, Susan was very conscious of everyone looking at her (even when they weren't) and feeling a combination of embarrassment and exhilaration. After leaving the clothing store, Jean asked, "Now, what about shoes? You really need soft soled, athletic-type shoes because regular shoes are just no good on the rocks around the cabin. Do you have any shoes like that?" "All my shoes are the regular, dress type that I wear in school. I guess that I had better get a pair, if you think they are necessary." Jean had wanted that response, for she had an ulterior motive in convincing Susan to wear the short skirt and, now, to try on shoes. As they went into the store, the clerk immediately came over to wait on her, as he always did. An attractive man, probably in his 50's, he enjoyed fitting Jean with shoes because she obviously didn't mind when he lifted her foot higher than was necessary and casually looked between her legs. His glances weren't so conspicuous that she would have to notice, yet not so secretive as to deprive her of the pleasure of being a little wanton. A nice compromise, bringing pleasure to both without risk of condemnation. They sat down and Jean indicated that this time the shoes were for her friend, and described the type of shoe Susan needed. The clerk smiled and pulled his stool over in front of Susan. He put her foot on the stool, removed her shoe and, with great care, measured the foot. As he did so, the short skirt slid up, giving him a nice view of her thighs. He left to get the shoes, and Susan, red-faced, said, "Jean! I can't keep this skirt down! He'll see all the way up me!" "Uh huh! Remember several weeks ago I said we were going to come to the mall and show you off? Well, this is the time!" "Jean, please, I can't do that! Don't make me." "Susan, honey, all you have to do is relax your legs. He'll do the rest. Just picture how sexy you look in that skirt!" At that, the clerk came back, bearing several shoe boxes, and sat down in front of Susan. Selecting one pair, he lifted her right foot and fit the shoe onto it while, again, focusing his eyes on her exposed thighs. Unfortunately, from his point of view, she kept her knees tight together, foiling his efforts to see higher. Jean got up and, while supposedly looking at a display, caught Susan's eye and mouthed the words, "Relax!" and she pantomimed spanking. Susan's face flushed even more, but as the clerk raised her left foot to fit the other shoe, she reluctantly let her knees part, opening a path for his eyes directly to her brief, sheer panties. From Jean's position, she also saw her panties, and, as Susan walked around trying the shoes, she whispered, "That's the way, dear. You look lovely!" Susan tried on a second pair, letting her legs part as her foot was lifted, and, to her complete surprise, the warmth she had felt from embarrassment somehow metamorphosed into sexual heat. As Jean had promised, the clerk was doing the lifting and looking, and all she had to do was relax her legs -- once again, it was being done to her, not by her! She had never had the experience of being exposed like this, and she was startled to discover that it was exciting. As a result, she made no further effort to hide herself from his view, and when she had made her choice of shoes, she turned her upper body to talk to Jean, leaving one foot up on the stool, the other on the floor, knees wide apart, deliberately giving him an unobstructed view of her almost transparent panties. When they left the store, she was hyper; embarrassed, excited, exhilarated, and a number of other emotions she couldn't categorize. "Oh, my heavens, I can't believe I did that! He was looking right at my panties and I let him!" "See, I told you that you would enjoy it. You get a little thrill, he gets some sexual excitement, and no one is hurt. It's fun! Now, I want you to do one more thing. Go into the restroom and take off your panties." Seeing the shocked expression on Susan's face, she headed off the protest by adding, "Hold on, now, dear. You don't have to show off anything, just take them off. Now, go on!" Reluctantly, Susan did as she was told, and came out of the ladies room with a red face, clutching her purse which contained her panties. "I feel funny, Jean. I don't think I've ever been out of the house without panties on. I feel so exposed! God, if my skirt blew up or I tripped....I'd die!" Fortunately, she did neither in the rest of their shopping trip, and, as she became more accustomed to the feeling of being daring, on the edge of a catastrophic embarrassment, she found the lack of panties to be exciting. It was even fun having to be extra careful as she slid in and out of a booth when they stopped for a sundae. She finally admitted as much to Jean, and said, "I guess this is how you felt, wearing your red dress without panties. It is sexy feeling." "Remember, I didn't have a bra on either, and being completely naked under your dress is really a scary thrill! You'll have to try that next." "This is enough for now, thanks! At least, I didn't give you any reason to spank me. I did just what you told me. Ha!" "For that little bit of insubordination, you'll get ten whacks on your bare ass when we get home! And, if you're not careful, I'll lift your skirt and give you a smack right here in public." That didn't happen, but when they arrived home, Jean took Susan up to the bedroom to give her those ten hard whacks, just to, as she said, show her who was boss. That was, in fact, the reason for the intended spanking: as she had said to Don, Jean frankly did enjoy controlling her and a spanking for even a minor transgression would further establish the dominant-submissive nature of their relationship. Holding Susan by the arm to prevent her escape, Jean forced her to climb the stairs to the bedroom, Susan protesting all the way that it wasn't fair, that she just had been kidding. Susan knew that this was going to be a real spanking, and put up the usual struggle with no chance of winning as Jean pulled her over her knee, flipped her new short skirt over her back, and bared her entire behind. She delivered one fairly hard slap, asking if Susan were sorry for being impertinent, and Susan protested again that she hadn't done anything. If the truth be known, Susan was still somewhat "high" from her afternoon exploits, and the humiliation of, once again, being handled like a child, was giving her a perverse sexual thrill at the same time that she dreaded what she knew was coming. Jean was, as usual, enjoying the view and feel of "that pretty little ass" reveling in the heady feeling of dominance over the smaller woman. "Ok, if you're not sorry, maybe it will be twenty whacks! With that, the spanking commenced, relatively light at first, but still hard enough to quickly redden the cheeks, and, as usual, the blows became more serious as they continued. There were the usual alternating slaps and moans of pain as the slaps rained down: slap, "Ouch," slap, "Ooh, stop it," whack, "Jean, stop, it hurts," slap, etc. Susan was writhing around, trying to twist away from the swatting hand, but to no avail. Finally, as usual she lay quietly, sobbing piteously, as she waited for the punishment to end. At that point, a new element, the second event, was added. Unbeknownst to the women, Don was working in the study and suddenly heard shrill voices followed by the unmistakable sound of a hand slapping a bottom. Intrigued, naturally, he quietly crossed the hall and looked into the bedroom and saw the astounding and stimulating picture of Susan, naked below the waist, draped over Jean's lap and being spanked vigorously. He watched as Susan protested and struggled, enthralled by the erotic picture before him. Then, as Susan's defiance ebbed and she lay unresisting over Jean's lap, he stepped into the room, unnoticed at first, as the spanking proceeded. Suddenly Jean looked up and saw him. Startled, she started to let Susan go, but he simply said, "Don't stop for me!" Jean administered another, harder whack as Susan, hearing Don's voice, began a real struggle to get free. "Oh, let me up, Jean! Oh, good heavens, please let me go! Don't let him watch!" The struggling and pleading were unavailing, and soon, Susan, completely humiliated and defeated, simply collapsed again and gave up as the blows continued. She lay there submissively as she pleaded, "Please, please, I'm so embarrassed! It's hurting, honey!" At that point, Jean took pity on her and stopped spanking and started running her hands over and around Susan's crimson bottom. Susan hid her face in her hands, horrified not only by having Don see her punished, but also by now lying there, completely exposed, as Jean fondled her. But, the humiliation also excited her: her tears were still falling and her bottom certainly still hurt, but, at the same time, her cunt was very aroused. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 05 Jean could tell that Susan was sexually excited and thought she knew how to arouse her further. As she caressed the spanked behind, she asked, "I didn't hurt you too much did I, honey? Your ass isn't even very red. Look, Don, do you think she is really red?" With that, to Susan's absolute horror, she pulled her hands away, completely exposing the spanked cheeks to Don's gaze. "Here, feel if she's hot." Don, taking his cue from her lead, reached down and fondled Susan's bottom, commenting, "No, it's not too bad. Your ass is usually much redder after being spanked." Then, as he ran his hands all over the exposed hips, "No, she's warm, but no really hot." Not wanting to go too far, he looked, again, to Jean for guidance. She, knowing Susan's reactions by then, nodded downward, encouraging him to go further. At that, he said, "I bet she's hotter further down," and slid his hand between Susan's legs, and found her cunt to be soaking wet, literary dripping. "Yes, much hotter!" That was just too much for Susan, and she went into a sort of sensory overload. For the first time in her adult life she had knowingly let someone see her panties, even helping at the end. Then she had walked and sat around for several hours with no panties at all. For most women, such mildly erotic activities would have had little effect; for Susan they were traumatic, if exciting. Then, to be spanked on her bare bottom, in the humiliating over-the-knee position, with a man watching, was beyond comprehension. But, to lie there and have that man fondle her bottom, and then her cunt, was simply too much to take. All of these things were embarrassing and mortifying, but they also excited Susan beyond control. As Don's fingers played with her cunt, Susan's hips began that telltale orgasmic undulating motion, humping back against his hand and then pulling away in that distinctive rhythm. Within minutes, her hips were almost a blur as she thrust back and forth, finally culminating in a climax that left her panting and gasping, slumped over Jean's lap. Jean helped her to her feet, and hugged her, but, now, the embarrassment and humiliation she felt was no longer buffered by sexual excitement and the tears she cried were from real mortification. Both Jean and Don tried to console her, but it was at least five minutes before she was able to control herself. As the sobs gradually stopped, they finally were able to cajole, first, a tentative smile, and, at last, a real grin and giggle as they kidded her about how pretty she looked while over Jean's knee. "You two are awful! I'm beginning to think my bottom is my best feature as far as you're concerned, and I don't know if I should go to Maine with you! I'm liable to be permanently marked back there when we come back! Oh, that still hurts!" Jean quickly got up and went into the bathroom, saying, "I'll get the lotion, honey. We'll make it feel better!" She came back with the familiar white bottle in her hand and said, "Ok, lie down on the bed and I'll put this on. Oh, wait a minute, honey; we don't want to get anything on your new skirt. Take it off first." Susan looked at her with an appalled expression. "I can't take my skirt off with Don here! Good heavens!" "Sure you can. He's seen everything, anyway." "That may be, but my skirt is staying on!" "Oh no it isn't! Grab her, Don!" Susan tried to escape, genuinely upset, but, of course, she had no success and shortly she was standing, held by Don, as Jean removed the skirt. Once again, Susan was embarrassed by her near nudity, but something inside her loved it at the same time. Don simply picked her up and deposited her on the bed, face up, with her cunt hair nicely displayed. She quickly rolled over, hiding the front, but exposing her hips. She hid her head in the pillow, as both Jean and Don poured lotion onto their hands and began smoothing it over her bottom. Each managed to slip their fingers between the cheeks and between her legs, fondling and stroking gently as Susan again began orgasmic moves. Before she could build up to the final climax, however, Jean said, "Turn over, honey." Obediently, without hesitation, Susan did as she was told, not even thinking of the exposure as she did so. Jean continued playing with Susan's cunt, as she then said, "Take off her blouse and bra, Don." Don unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it back, exposing her bra-covered tits. With his urging, Susan raised up enough to take the blouse off her shoulders and arms, and, then unsnapped and removed the bra. Susan lay back, completely nude, as Don began caressing her breasts and gently sucking her nipples. For the next several minutes, both Jean and Don fondled, kissed and fingered Susan's body. Then, as her excitement mounted again, Susan raised and spread her legs, displaying her cunt and ass as she approached orgasm. Jean bowed her head and began licking both areas, focusing, finally, on the clit as the concluding surges began. As she did so, Don concentrated on running his hands over her breasts, stomach and pubic hair, enthralled by the incredible sight of his wife performing cunnilingus right before his eyes. The multiple sensations provided by two lovers sent Susan over the edge to her second climax, filling the air with her gasps and sighs. When she finally collapsed, legs spread wide and breasts heaving, she presented an unbelievably erotic vision to Jean and Don. They looked at each other and exchanged a smile, and then Jean mouthed the words, "You'd better go," as she nodded toward the door. Don's eyes made another quick survey of Susan's exposed body, and then he quietly slipped out, leaving the two women alone. As Susan slowly came back to herself, she suddenly became aware that she was completely naked, with Jean, fully dressed, lying beside her. However, she looked around and, realizing that Don was gone, made no attempt to cover herself or, even, to pull her legs together. "Oh, Jean, I can't believe any of this! I'm so embarrassed that I can hardly think, but something in me loved every minute of it. Ooh, I did enjoy it, almost as if someone else controlled my body. But, now that I'm in control again, I just can't believe that you and Don played with me and he saw me go off twice! I've barely gotten used to having sex with you and having you see me, but having you both is just more than my mind can accept right now! What on earth does he think of me? A married woman lying here naked, letting a woman and another man play with her and set her off!" "He, and I, thinks you are a lovely, sexy woman who reacted just as you should have. You were aroused by the other activities today and, after being embarrassed and humiliated while being spanked, your lustful side took over and your rational, prudish side withdrew. Being married doesn't mean someone else can't get you hot! Being married doesn't mean that somehow your psyche is circumscribed so that only your husband can arouse or excite you! If it did mean that, millions of women would not be turned on by movie stars like Rudolph Valentino, Clark Gable, Robert Redford or Jim Gardner. Being married also doesn't mean that you can't enjoy what is really innocent sex play with two very close friends without feeling guilty. If you were depriving Jim of anything, it would be different, but as I said, we have improved your marriage, not hurt it!" "I suppose you're right, at least I want you to be." Susan permitted herself to be consoled, and, after a few more minutes, began putting her clothes back on. "That was quite an afternoon, honey. At this rate, I'll be completely depraved by the time we come back from Maine! Now, I'd better go home and show Jim my new, sexy skirt." "There is one more thing, dear, that may cause a problem. I never thought of it till this moment. When we're at the cabin, I usually go around wearing nothing but a bikini bottom when we don't have company, and I usually swim and sun bathe nude. The result is that when we come home, I have an all-over tan or close to it. Now, if it will cause a problem for you, we can stay dressed or wear suits, but the freedom is very nice. Needless to say, if you are tanned on your breasts, much less your stomach and hips, it will be obvious that you were nude or near-nude in the sun." "I don't know, Susan. I've never done anything like that -- boy, is that an understatement -- and I don't know if I could bring myself to go around like that. I'll admit, in my present degenerate state, that it does sound like fun. I don't know, but I'll broach the idea to Jim and, at least, prepare him if his wife comes home looking like a beach girl. First, I'll see how he reacts to this short skirt!" As it happened, Susan needed to have no worries about Jim's reaction. He loved the skirt, complimented her on how nice her legs looked, and reminded her that he had suggested, long ago, that mini-skirts would look good on her. At that time, she wouldn't even consider such an idea, and he was delighted that her views had changed. To her complete surprise, he even had no objection to the idea of her going topless or even, in private, sunbathing nude. As he said, he had never proposed such radical ideas because he knew that she would be offended by even a suggestion of such immodesty, and, in any case, there was nowhere in graduate housing that such exposure would be accepted even if she had liked the idea. So, with that settled satisfactorily, there were no further roadblocks to Susan's Maine trip. That vacation, however, had taken on overtones completely different from when the trip was first proposed. Susan had anticipated more lesbian sex, but her newly discovered submissive nature made it almost certain that the month also would see more spanking, more adulterous sex and a great deal of casual nudity. Paradoxically, where a few months ago even the thought of such activities would have caused Susan to blanch and run away, now, instead, she found herself intrigued, but also a bit frightened. One thing was certain, however; frightened or not, Susan Adams was going to Maine! Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 06 Jim and the National Guard departed early on a Wednesday morning for the long, slow trip for the summer encampment. Susan and the Brewers weren't leaving for Maine until Sunday, so there were several days for final preparation. Jim and Susan were fortunate to be able to have one last sexual session, Tuesday night, because her monthly indisposition began just as he left the following morning. Actually, the timing was as good as it could be, for such an inconvenient event, since it would be over in time for the trip north. However, her physical condition did severely limit her sexual activities with Jean until then. Nonetheless, the two women got together both Wednesday and Thursday evenings, with Susan working overtime on Jean's breasts, cunt and bottom. Over the last few weeks, without articulating it, they had come to accept that their relationship was one of Jean dominating, Susan submitting in anything relating to sex, so the concentration on Jean's needs seemed natural. Oddly enough, while she would have enjoyed being worked on herself, Susan found real gratification "servicing" Jean. She fantasized about being a serving girl or, again, a slave girl, giving pleasure to her mistress, with the implied threat of severe punishment if she didn't do a good job. With that fantasy, and that implied threat hanging over her, even the most depraved act was defensible if it increased her mistress's enjoyment. As a consequence, Jean's nipples were lovingly kissed and sucked and her cunt and ass were thoroughly kissed, licked and finger-fucked. Needless to say, Jean greatly enjoyed the ministrations of her "slave," and, she had to admit, relished the idea of having complete control over Susan, including, of course, spanking. Susan's fear of and craving for embarrassment and humiliation was now recognized by both of them, and, as shown when Susan's panties were exposed at the shoe store, she was tremendously aroused and mortified at the same time. Since then, Jean had made Susan go without panties several times and once, on an escalator, had run her hand completely up to her cunt and fondled her. They were completely concealed, but Susan was positive that everyone in the store had seen, and her face stayed red for twenty minutes. Another time when they were looking for a two piece bathing suit for Susan (she had always worn modest, one piece, skirted suits), Jean "accidentally" held the curtain on the dressing room open, exhibiting Susan's bare breasts to anyone looking. Again, it was unlikely that anyone had seen anything, but Susan felt that a thousand eyes had been on her. On both occasions, Susan admitted that a real rush of excitement went through her as she knew exposure was possible, and that, even while blushing and trying to conceal herself, she really liked it when Jean forced her display her "charms." Nonetheless, Susan still resisted vigorously each time Jean proposed, or ordered, her to be more revealing. Thus, the stage was set for the trip to Maine. The two women had each purchased a pair of relatively short shorts to wear under a colorful tunic shirt top which came down and inch or so below the crotch and they had decided to wear those outfits on the trip. Early Sunday morning, while Don packed the car, Jean went over to Susan's and astounded her with the demand that she remove her shorts. "What do you mean, honey? We decided that we would both wear shorts!" "I'm wearing shorts. You are wearing your shirt and panties, no shorts!" "You're kidding! I couldn't possibly go out of the house, much less on a trip, dressed like that! I just won't do it!" "Oh, yes you will, even if I have to take them off myself -- after spanking you for disobeying!" Susan tried to run past into the bathroom, but Jean grabbed her arm and demanded, "Take them off!" "No I won't!" "Ok, then, we'll do it the hard way." With that, Jean pulled Susan over her knee, unfastened the shorts, and pulled them down her thighs, exposing the sheer panties that Susan always wore. Her hand came down with a tremendous smack, causing Susan's bottom to quiver and leaving a clear hand print in vivid red. The hand began a series of slaps that elicited cries of agony and protest from Susan. "Stop, Jean! I can't go out like that. Please don't make me do it! Ooh, that hurts! Stop, please!" Her cries were interspersed with loud smacks and slaps that caused her entire body to writhe and twist. Finally, and inevitably, her defenses crumbled and she lay inert across Jean's lap, crying in frustration and humiliation as much as pain. "Jean, dear, please stop. I'll do it. I'1l do it!" Her surrender was accompanied by a profusion of tears as she envisioned sitting half naked in the car, but once again, even as she cried in mortification, she felt an undeniable flood of warmth and excitement in her cunt, as what she both feared and wanted was being forced on her. "Oh, Jean, do I have to ride all the way without my shorts? My panties will be showing all the time!" Jean stood her up and hugged her. "All the way, honey, and you know you'll enjoy it. Now, take your bra off too." "Oh my heavens, I'l1 be almost naked! Please let me keep my bra; my breasts will jiggle too much without it!" Jean just looked at her and shook her head, so Susan meekly pulled off her shirt, removed her bra and, wearing just her panties, said, "I might as well go like this!" Jean looked at Susan's almost nude body, and said, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'll make you ride all the way naked!" At that, Susan quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled it on, and said, contritely, "I'll go this way, you bully." She paused, and then, "Gods, my bottom hurts! How am I going to ride all that way -- what a way to start a trip!" With an impish grin, Jean pulled the bottle of lotion from her pocket and said, "I thought you would need a spanking before you would see the light, so I brought this with me. Pull your panties down and I'll spread it on that cute little red ass." "You! Ooh, I wish I were bigger!" Nonetheless, she submissively did as she was told, and, for a very pleasant five minutes, had her bottom gently stroked and massaged. Then, wearing only her sheer panties and tunic shirt, she went with Jean to join Don at the car and begin the trip. Needless to say, Don was delighted with her attire, and fulsomely praised her charming and provocative appearance. Susan was both embarrassed and flattered by his compliments, and got in the back seat suffused with a feeling of being sexy and daring. Suddenly she was savoring the near nudity and looking forward to the long car ride before her. She sat back in the seat, looked down at the hard nipples poking out through her thin shirt, and, defying her censor, pulled the tail of her shirt up, exposing her panties. Then, she looked up at Jean, grinning, and said, "I guess I'm ready!" The trip was relatively unexceptional, but Susan was titillated the entire way by her feeling of being exposed, even if concealed within the car. However, there were two events that really aroused her embarrassment-excitement syndrome. They stopped to eat a picnic lunch at a roadside rest area, and she was forced to move around in a semi-public area, always conscious of scrutiny by other picnickers, even if they were too remote to see details. Much of that scrutiny was imaginary, but when she had to visit the restroom, her jiggling breasts, with jutting nipples, combined with the inevitable revealing of her panties as she walked, attracted real attention and caused a deep flush to cover her face. Leaving the restroom, she was so embarrassed that she almost ran back to the car, a gait that caused her braless breasts to bounce up and down and her panties to be almost completely exposed, providing onlookers something really to stare at. As they left the rest area, she huddled down in the back seat, crimson with embarrassment, but exhilarated at the same time. Jean and Don kidded her unmercifully about her run back to the car, but, at the same time, flattered, and flustered, her by speculating on the impact her near nudity probably had on the observers, particularly the men. Most flattering of all, though, and what really made her feel sexy, was when both admitted that the sight of her running even excited them and made them very happy that she was coming to their car! The second event happened as they were stuck in a long line of traffic that was moving at a snail's pace because of road repair. Two lanes were moving sporadically, first one pushed ahead, then the other, the same cars passing and repassing each other. A large truck was matching their speed, first going by them and being caught in turn. Susan had been very conscious of truck drivers looking down at her as they passed, but she had become used to the exposure of her thighs, and even had come to enjoy the mild exhibitionism. After they had passed and been passed by the same truck, she glanced up and exchanged smiles with the driver as he went by them again. This happened several times as they exchanged positions, with the driver obviously letting his eyes rim over Susan's legs each time, even winking at her once. Susan first thought was to pull her shirt down as far as possible, but she surprised herself by refraining from doing so even when she realized that the edge of her panties was showing. In fact, as she moved around, the shirt pulled up enough that the crotch was revealed. Susan couldn't meet his eyes, but as they drove by and she knew that he was looking, a wave of heat went through her. Finally, the end of the traffic hold up approached and Susan knew that the next time they caught the truck would be the last time, and she determined to look up and smile as he saw her. At the last second, without conscious thought, she slouched further down in the seat, pulling her shirt up completely over the top of her brief, sheer panties, and looked up, right at the driver who was staring, amazed, at the erotic picture Susan presented. At the last second he raised his eyes to hers, winked and mouthed the word "Wow!" as Don pulled away. Susan lay there, not pulling her shirt down, as she thought, "How on earth did I ever do that? My, God, I showed myself to him! A complete stranger!" When she described what she had done to Jean later, they agreed that it was easier with a stranger, someone she would never see again. Still, the realization that she had deliberately exposed herself astonished, and dismayed, her and forced her to recognize how much she had changed in a relatively short time. She also wondered how much she would change in the next month, a really frightening thought. Shortly after that, they left the interstate highway, traveling onwards on a secondary road for another hour. Finally, they took a local road which Don said circled the lake, and after another half hour, slowed and turned off onto an unpaved drive marked "private road." "This is it," Don announced with pride, following the twisting dirt lane for a quarter mile through a beautiful woodland made up mostly of white pines, firs and birches. The sun coming through the tall trees made a lovely dappled pattern on the ground which was almost bare of underbrush, making it seem that they were driving through a park. Despite the openness, there was nothing in view but the trees, themselves -- no houses, debris, rubbish or people, just nature. "My grandfather owned all this and left it to me, and Jean and I have kept it intact. Most of the large land holdings around here have been broken up into large building lots of two or three acres, mostly on the other side of the lake, but we like the isolation." At that point, the drive curved and suddenly ended at the back of a large, very sturdy log cabin and Don parked under the shelter of what really amounted to a porte cochere, even if that term seems somewhat pretentious for a log cabin. On the other hand, you could hardly refer to a structure supported by posts made of tree trunks 15" in diameter, supporting a row of massive beams roofed by an extensive deck, a "car port." Don unlocked the door and they entered what Susan later would realize was a large, modern kitchen area, but, now, her eyes went immediately through the intervening space to an expanse of glass that provided a sweeping view of the lake. There was an eight-foot sliding glass door, flanked on either side by two floor-to-ceiling picture windows, presenting an almost unimaginable panoramic vista of dark stones, sparkling water, white sails and, in the distance, the barely discernible line of the opposite shore. Susan stared at the unparalleled beauty spread before her and simply gasped, "Oh, I don't believe it! It's so lovely!" As she stood, enraptured, Don and Jean watched her with delight for that reaction was all they had hoped for, not blasé or nonchalant, but genuinely thrilled and admiring. Finally, Jean said, "Let's get settled and then we can show you the outside. Now, what do you think of our cabin?" Susan reluctantly turned away from the windows and let her eyes focus on the interior, and was startled anew by what she saw. "You call this a cabin?" The entire first floor was one vast room with a sloping ceiling, starting over the windows and going upwards almost twenty feet. The walls were plastered and painted in light colors, and the ceiling was constructed of walnut stained planking. The living room section was full height, with stairs on the left leading to a bedroom loft over the kitchen, dining area. The kitchen was on the right, completely modern and separated from the living room by a peninsula bar with stools. Between the kitchen and the stairs under the loft was the dining area, furnished with a massive, round dining-game table, buffet and chairs. The only thing breaking up the open floor plan was an enormous, black stone fireplace with a massive black stone hearth and mantle between the kitchen and dining area, with a matching stone chimney going upwards through the front of the loft to the roof. This supported the loft, eliminating the need for posts, and, as Susan soon discovered, permitted a second fireplace in the sleeping area. The living room was furnished with two couches and several overstuffed chairs (along with various tables and lamps), permitting occupants to face either the windows or the fireplace, as they wished. At the kitchen end, the living room contained a pool table with a removable top for ping-pong. The wall at the other end was completely covered by full book shelves, the titles testifying to the catholic tastes of the present and past owners. The stairs to the loft were at that end, and the space under the stairs and extending to the back wall under the loft was used for a small, well-equipped office as well as for a half-bath. Susan could hardly comprehend the level of comfort and luxury, so far from her picture of a "cabin in Maine." Finally, they climbed upstairs to the loft where she was enchanted not only to find the fireplace, but to see opposite it, another sliding glass door opening onto a deck, over the "car port," actually under the spreading boughs of a massive white pine. The room, itself, contained the two full-sized beds Jean had described plus two chests of drawers and two closets on each side. A full bathroom was on the stair side, over the ground floor half-bath. "This is the most beautiful house I've ever been in," Susan exclaimed. I don't know how you ever leave it! And you only come up here one month a year?" "Actually, we normally come up more often than that, for several weekends in the fall and winter, and for a couple of weeks in the spring," Jean replied. "It all depends on Don's schedule, for I can work here as well as at home. This year, with that major contract in the works, Don has been tied up continuously, so we haven't been able to get away. We love it here, though, and have even considered living here when Don retires. That's a long time from now, though, and, anyway, it gets ungodly cold here in the winter! Come on, we can unpack later. Let's go outside." As they started down the stairs, Susan saw her reflection in a full-length mirror on the bathroom door. The tunic-shirt that had barely covered her in the morning was now wrinkled up and exposed the entire crotch of her panties in front, her buttocks in the rear. "Oh, my heavens, look at me! I can't go anywhere looking like this." Jean glanced back and said, "Come on, honey. You look cute." "Cute! My God, you can see the color of my nipples through this shirt and my cunt hair through my panties! I might as well be naked! I'm not going outside like this!" "Don't be silly. Anyway, there's just the three of us here, and we've seen it all already. Besides, you do look cute!" "Oh, nuts, I guess it doesn't matter after going around like this all day. Boy, I didn't know that my breasts showed so clearly through this shirt. Gods, I'd never have gone into the restroom!" They went back downstairs, Don slid the door open, and they all stepped out on the deck, which ran the full width of the cabin. From there, the view was even more magnificent than through the windows, and Susan was still more enthralled by the scenic beauty. From the deck she could see that, as Don had described earlier, the cabin was built on a ledge of black rock that extended to and under the water in a sort of peninsula. As they walked down toward the lake, she saw the narrow arm of the lake on the left, with cottages visible on the far shore, probably fifty yards away. Straight ahead and to the right, the main body of the lake stretched as far as she could see from this lower level. Don went back inside as Susan and Jean continued their exploration, looking down at their boat dock and boathouse, with Jean saying, "You can see why I said that you needed these shoes to walk on these rocks. Rubber soles or bare feet are needed to walk on them, and they get too hot for bare feet when the sun is out." Shortly afterwards, Don came back out wearing shorts and said, "The pool isn't too bad. I called Billy and he's coming over to help me get the debris out and get things going. Come on, Susan. I'll show you the swimming pool -- it's interesting." They followed him, and Susan realized that she had completely overlooked the pool because it looked like nothing more than another, deeper dip in the rock. "See, it's about 40 x 40 feet in an irregular circle, with the center, about 20 x 30, the deep area, about nine feet. There's a drain under those leaves in the center, and we have to clean them out before we can put water in. Billy Morrison, a kid who lives across the arm there, works for the association and is coming to help." Jean interrupted, "He's not really a kid, anymore, really. He must be 17 or 18 now, but he's helped us since he was a kid. Oh, there he comes now!" A small boat disappeared behind the rocks going toward the dock. Susan suddenly remembered her attire and said, "My heavens, I can't let him see me like this! I've got to go in and put some clothes on." "Now you stay right here! You look delectable and I'm sure that Billy would love to meet you! Besides, he's seen me, many times, wearing nothing but my bikini bottoms, and you've got on more than that." "Oh, Jean, I can't let him see me! I'd be so embarrassed that....I don't know what!" With that she turned and started as if to run up to the cabin. Before she could get away, though, Jean grabbed her arm, and commanded, "Now you stay right here! He'll see a lot more than your panties before the month is out, and, in any case, you'll enjoy having him look. Now, you've had one spanking today. Do you want another?" At that moment, a tall, good looking young man climbed the last of the stairs from the dock, and called, "Hi, Jean!" He hurried over and gave her a big hug, saying, "You two haven't been here in a long time!" Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 06 "You're right, Billy, too long. Here, I want you to meet our friend, Susan Adams. She's staying with us this month, so you'll be seeing a lot of her." Actually, as Billy's attention focused on Susan, he saw a lot of her then, a fact of which she was very well aware. Both tried to be nonchalant, and exchanged the standard pleasantries, and, while his eyes lingered for a moment on the prominent nipples barely concealed by her thin shirt and her face looked sunburned because of her blushing, the introduction went well. She was saved from further scrutiny by Don calling Billy to come down into the pool to help. Susan and Jean followed Billy to the pool, and stood and watched as the men began removing the mixture of leaves and branches collected in the bottom. After watching for a few minutes, Jean pulled Susan over to the side where they could half-sit, half-lean on a long, black ledge while exchanging comments with the workers. Every now and then, Billy or Don would pause and look up at the women who were several feet overhead. Susan was very conscious of her exposure and could feel the glances focusing on her panties which she knew must be completely visible from down below. Picking a time when the men were concentrating on getting the last of the debris off the grating over the drain, she looked down and realized that the shirt had rucked up even further, exposing her panties past the hair line. Susan was aghast and started to cover herself, but Jean, in a quiet voice, but one demanding obedience, said, "Now, don't fuss with that shirt or you'll really be spanked! Now, just look away and you won't be embarrassed by catching his eye." With that, Jean pointed out over the lake at some boats, and when Billy looked up next, Susan's eyes were averted so he wasn't afraid to be caught staring. With that scrutiny, he could not only see Susan's panties, he could easily discern her pubic hair through them, and if Susan still had any question of her ability to give a man a "hardon," that question would have been answered positively. Despite Jean assurance, Susan was embarrassed (and she still looked sunburned), but she felt the same thrill she had felt in the car -- a warmth radiating from her cunt that sent tingles all through her body. Thus, when she looked back down at the pool, she made no further efforts to cover herself. In fact, in a burst of bravado, she slid down to a more sitting position and let her legs casually part, exposing the crotch of her panties, and, from then onwards, acted as if she had shorts on. Needless to say, Billy had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her barely concealed body and even Don, who had seen it all before, found the view quite stimulating. Jean, who had encouraged (and through her dominance, caused) this transformation from a shy, modest, and very embarrassed woman to what Susan would have thought of as a brazen exhibitionist, also found the display stimulating, both from watching Susan's reaction and that of the men. Everyone enjoyed Susan's flaunting of her body, but what made it enjoyable for Susan, herself, was the way everyone took it as a matter of course with no humiliating staring or gawking. The men finished the clean-out and Susan was fascinated by the next step. Don disappeared around the cabin and opened the sluice, allowing water from the stream, which Susan hadn't seen yet, to flow along what appeared to be a shallow depression in the rock. In fact, that depression was a laboriously carved channel that permitted the rapid filling of the pool as the water gushed down its new path. The first flood was used to wash away any lingering debris or dirt, and then Don went down to the outlet at the lake and turned a valve closing the drain. The pool rapidly filled with crystal clear water, finally flowing over the edge into the lake like a small waterfall. After letting it do so for a short time, Don returned to the stream and cut off the flow, leaving what looked like a small pond, with its irregular edges and asymmetrical shape, rather than a swimming pool. In addition, the black rocks which had a coarse, matte finish when dry, took on a smooth, almost polished, look when wet, and they appeared to be a much darker black than before. Susan was positively captivated by the process and the delightful thought of swimming on what was a quite warm day, made warmer by the sun on the black rocks. Her interest in swimming evaporated quickly, however, when she put her foot into what felt like ice water. "Good heavens, we can't swim in that!" she shrieked. "We'd freeze!" The other three laughed and reassured her. Jean said, "Don't worry, honey. By tomorrow, if the sun keeps shining, it'll warm up beautifully. In fact, if we have several completely sunny days in a row, we have to run more stream water in to cool it off. Those black rocks just absorb the sun's heat and warm the water very quickly, and will keep it warm for several days even if it's cloudy. Now, why don't we get the boat out for a ride? We can unpack and get settled later after its dark. Shortly after that Susan found herself sitting in the stern of a thirty-foot cabin cruiser, enjoying the rush of air over her face. As Don said, the boat was old and slow, having been his grandfather's, but was made of solid teak and bronze that would last forever. Susan lay back against the cabin and looked down the front of her thin shirt (which was now slightly damp) at her nipples which were erect and clearly visible. "My God, I can't believe this. Here I am, almost naked, lying with breasts practically bare and my panties completely exposed and not even feeling self- conscious. There's a young man looking directly at my cunt, and rather than covering myself, I'm letting my legs stay apart so he can see better! I just can't believe that 1 could do anything like this! Gods, it's exciting though -- I'm almost giddy! I wonder what Jean will make me do next." The boat ride was short, just up and down the near shore, saving the real exploration for the following day. They said goodbye to Billy at the dock, and went in to unpack and settle in and to have dinner. Jean had brought a large supply of staples with them, and they had stopped for a few things on the way, but she said that they would have to go to the store tomorrow, either by boat or by car, for perishables and frozen items. They made-do that first night, however, and got ready for bed early after a long, busy day. For Susan, the evening was pleasant but the newness of the situation kept her on edge. After changing into her baby-doll nightgown, she felt shy and sexy at the same time. It was peculiar sitting around in these different surroundings, dressed so intimately, even when she knew her two companions so well. On the one hand, she felt very close to both of them (heavens knows, she had been intimate with them both), but on the other, she felt like a third party while they were a couple (which, of course, was true). Very funny, being close and distant at the same time. Nonetheless, the evening was pleasant, the conversation being largely impersonal, about the lake, the region, shopping, etc., with no sexual connotations. When it was time for bed, everything was matter of fact, with Don taking the bed furthest from the bathroom, on the right of the deck door, and Jean and Susan taking the other. Jean and Susan did use their fingers to bring each other off quickly (Susan was particularly ready), but nothing else before quietly going to sleep. A very exciting, a very full and a very pleasant day. Monday began inordinately early. While the cabin faced south, the sunlight still flooded through the expansive front windows and filled the sleeping loft, eliminating any chance of sleeping late. Jean got up first, used the bathroom and put on her panties and a bra, saying, "This is all I'll wear until we get ready to go. No point in dressing twice," and went down to start breakfast. Don got up next, washed, shaved, etc., came out of the bathroom, took off his pajamas and stood, unselfconsciously naked, while he dressed and talked to Susan. She had never seen a man, other that Jim, completely nude, and, as when she first saw Jean undressed, she was flustered and didn't know quite where to look -- or, where not to look. The moment of exposure passed quickly since his dressing took little time, and when Susan was finished in the bathroom, he already was downstairs. She didn't know just what to do, but she decided to follow Jean's lead and, wearing only bra and panties, joined them for breakfast. After a pleasant breakfast sitting at a table on the front deck, they got ready to go shopping. Both Jean and Susan were going to wear the short skirts they had bought at home, but as Susan started to dress, Jean said, "Just a minute, dear. No underwear. That's one of the rules Don set for me years ago: no panties or bras when I go out, only panties and bras or, usually, just panties in the cabin. When I'm swimming or sunning I'm nude, or, at most, just wearing panties or bikini bottoms. Now, I'm sure those same rules apply to you." "Oh, Jean, I can't go around like that all the time. What if something happened, or someone came to visit, or....I don't know, anything! I just can't do it!" With that, she defiantly put on her panties and then her skirt. "I'll walk around here like I did this morning since you do it, but I'm not going to make a habit of going out where people are without underwear! I went without panties back home because you made me do it, but I can't do it all the time!" "Well, we'll see. There's Don now. You can argue it out with him." Don looked up the stairs, and called out cheerfully, "Are you two almost ready? Let's not waste a beautiful day like this one grocery shopping. I want to get back and do something interesting." Jean looked over the railing and said, "Maybe you'd better come on up, dear. I was explaining some of your rules to Susan, and she doesn't want to follow them. I assume that the underwear rule applies to both of us." Don came up the stairs and smiled at Susan. "Now, Susan, those rules have applied ever since we started coming here, and you said that you would do what we wanted. Well, we want you to do as you're told and dress just as Jean does." "Don, I just can't! I'll wear almost nothing when it's just the three of us, but I just can't go shopping without any underwear. I 'll leave my bra off, and just wear panties if that will do." Don glowered at her. "You'll leave all of your underwear off, whether you like it or not. I'm the boss here, and you will do as you're told!" "I won't." Don looked at Jean, who just shrugged, so, without wasting more words, he stepped over to Susan, picked her up as if she were a feather, and put her over his knee. "Now, are you going to do as you're told?" That stubborn streak that had led her to futile defiance of Jean gripped her, and she began a determined struggle to free herself while shouting, "No! Let go of me! I'll wear what I want and I'm not going out dressed like a street walker. Let me go!" With that headstrong reply, she sealed her fate, and Don easily held her down with one hand, lifted her skirt with the other, and then tugged her panties down around her thighs. Angered by her recalcitrance, Don brought his hand down viciously on her bare bottom, leaving a scarlet hand print which was soon followed by many more. Susan's rear cheeks went in and out as if made of rubber as the spanking hand turned her behind into a fiery red, and the pain and humiliation caused her to burst into tears as she continued to struggle. Jean stood nearby, watching the punishment being meted out, and found herself becoming more and more aroused. As before when she saw Don spank Susan, she had mixed emotions, but the dominant effect unquestionably was excitement. Seeing Susan's ass displayed so flagrantly as it was slapped time and time again was exhilarating, and she felt her cunt tingling as she watched Susan's futile struggles. Finally, the inevitable happened, and Susan's resistance collapsed in a new flood of tears as she whimpered, "Oh, please, stop! It hurts. I'll do it. I'm sorry, I'll do it." "Will you promise to do everything we tell you to do?" "Ooh, yes! Please don't spank me anymore. I'll obey the rules!" Don lifted her up and looked at her tear-streaked face, and said, "I don't want to hurt you, honey, but if you misbehave again, I'll have to spank you again. Understand?" Susan nodded, and like a little girl, buried her face against Don's chest, still sobbing, but very submissive. Finally, she pulled away and shamefaced, looked at Jean who reached out and pulled her into an affectionate hug followed by a quick kiss. Susan backed away, stripped naked before them, and, leaving off her panties and bra, put on her blouse and skirt. And then, tilting her head as she looked up at her taller, dominant companions, she gave a shy, pixie-like smile and said, "I'm dressed!" As they headed down to the car, it was a chastened, but surprisingly chipper Susan that led the way. Once again, she had been vanquished and was being forced to do something she "shouldn't" do, but which the "wanton" Susan now could enjoy, her internal censor properly subdued. Actually, the shopping trip was something of an anti-climax, since none of Susan's dark fears of having her skirt blow up or fall off occurred, and there was no occasion, as in the shoe store, to expose herself. Nonetheless, it was pleasant to have the sensual feel of her erect nipples rubbing against the thin cotton of her blouse and feeling the breeze coming up under her skirt, cool against her hot cunt. Riding through town, she deliberately pulled her skirt up, exposing her cunt hair, safe in the concealment of the car from passersby. Her attitude and actions were not lost on Don and Jean, and they had no further concern that Susan would want to wear underwear in violation of the rules. They returned home for lunch, and Susan meekly came downstairs wearing nothing but her panties. She blushed profusely when Don teased her about having "a beautiful pair of tits," but also felt a real rush of pleasure at the compliment. They ate on the deck, and, for the first time, Susan was outside in the open air with her breasts bare and her cunt hardly hidden. After the teasing, both Don and Jean treated her partial nudity as a matter of course, and, to her surprise, she was quite comfortable and began treating it that way herself. Later, when they were ready for a longer boat ride, she merely put a T-shirt over her panties and headed for the dock, completely unconcerned about her exposure. They cruised for over an hour along the shore, reaching a point across the lake from the cabin, and then directly home in a straight line. On the way out, while gliding along near shore, friendly people on land waved to them, and Susan waved back, not worried by the fact that as her arm went up to wave, her shirt pulled up also, uncovering her panties. Probably from that distance, the onlookers didn't know exactly what they were seeing, but Susan knew, and she found the mild exhibitionism to quite exciting. When they returned, their first stop was the pool, where, to Susan's complete surprise, the water was at least 80°. While Don went through his fishing equipment, she and Jean went into the cabin and changed into their bathing suit bottoms and spent most of the rest of the afternoon in or around the pool. (Actually, Susan wore a dark pair of regular bikini panties, since her new two-piece suit bottom covered too much area for "private" swimming.) While there had been a considerable amount of blasting and rearranging, most of the swimming area was natural, with shaped boulders to sit on in the water and a number of sloping ledges, above and below the water surface, to lie on. Since the entire pool was surrounded by a waist-high ridge of stone, it was sheltered from any wind from the lake, and, in addition, was very private . Despite her original fears, going topless in those conditions did not worry Susan at all and she enjoyed a lovely afternoon of swimming, tanning and talking with Jean. It was amazing to her how comfortable hard rock could be to lie on, particularly when it had been shaped for that purpose, and she actually napped for a short time while partially immersed in the water. When Don came down, he was greeted by a most erotic sight: Susan lay there with the water just covering her breasts, leaving two very pink nipples seemingly floating on the surface. Jean was sleeping nearby, also presenting a seductive picture of female beauty innocently exposed. Reluctantly, he awakened them and the three went in to jointly prepare dinner. The evening provided a perfect explanation as to why their location was, by far, the best on the lake. In Maine, even in July, night time temperatures, especially on water, usually are too cool for swimming -- at least for normal people. In this case, however, the unique black stone provided a heat reservoir that warmed the air throughout the night. Thus, after resting and digesting their dinner, they were ready for a late swim. Susan was dubious at first, thinking the dark stones would make the pool too black, but she was quickly reassured when she saw hidden underwater lights come on, creating a spectacular scene right out of an Esther Williams movie. The multi-colored lights were delicate, limning the stones and ledges in the water, while giving an overall glow that was charming. As they swam underwater, bubbles rising made it look like a subterranean fairy land. Adding to the beauty were the two nude mermaids swimming languorously from end to end, occasionally dipping down to the bottom to look upwards at the gleaming surface and the dimly-seen stars. An enticing and very romantic scene! As might be expected, Don was also nude, and while the ethereal beauty of the pool appealed to him, that allure was nothing compared to that of the enticing female swimmers. As he swam through the water, he managed to contact both women as they went by, stroking breasts, hips, legs, or whatever was in reach. This fondling had the inevitable effect on his cock, and it stood out rigidly before him as he finally leaned back and rested on one of the ledges. The women, too, were aroused by the extraordinarily romantic surroundings (and in Susan's case, at least, the sexy happenings of the day), and welcomed the amorous play under the water. Jean went over to Don and he embraced her, pulling her down on the ledge on which he reclined. "Shall we show Susan why we call this 'screwing rock,"' he asked? "Ok," she replied enthusiastically. "Come on over and watch, honey!" With that, she pulled away from Don, permitting him to lay flat, his head resting on the exposed end of the ledge, while the rest of his body was underwater. When he was in position, his cock sticking straight up, clearly visible through the crystal clear water, she straddled him, her feet on the bottom on each side or the narrow ledge, and slowly lowered herself until she was impaled. Susan was very close, and she could see the entrance taking place, and she was captivated as she saw Jean sink down, completely penetrated. Jean began moving up and down, crouched over like a jockey riding a horse, her hips barely breaking the surface of the water. Each time she came down, Don arched upwards, the conjunction of cock and cunt causing surging ripples and an explosion of bubbles. Jean moved harder and faster, her face strained with the effort of obtaining orgasm, her breath coming in pants and gasps. Finally, her hips began a squirming, grinding motion as she reached her climax, pushing hard with her cunt, applying pressure on her clit. Then, with a long drawn-out sigh, she collapsed on Don's chest, her face half in the water, breathing heavily from her exertions. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 06 Don had matched her efforts, providing reciprocal in and out motions, but had withheld his own orgasm. As a result, his cock was still rigid inside Jean as she lay there. After resting for several minutes, she slowly straightened up and raised herself off of the impaling pole. As she "dismounted" from Don and the stone ledge, she turned to Susan and said, with a smile, "Your turn, and honey!" Susan had watched the screwing with a startled stare, hardly able to comprehend, at first, what she was seeing. For a woman who had never even seen a porno movie, the idea of actually watching two people having sex was more than her mind could grasp. She did have a sense of deja vu, a vague recollection of seeing Jean and Don together back home, but this was different. Despite her qualms, she watched closely as Jean lowered herself onto Don, and she thought, "My God, look at his cock stick up....she's going to put it in her cunt....look at it go in....wow, look at her move....I don't believe I'm watching this....I'm not even embarrassed....in fact, I like it!" As the screwing approached its climax, she felt herself becoming hotter and hotter, even reaching down to caress and tease her clit as she saw Jean's orgasm begin. With the culmination past, she straightened up, not having been aware that she had crouched over, close to the action, to see as much as she could. When Jean raised up and began to dismount, Susan had a letdown, a sense of incompleteness since she had not gone off, and she actually felt pang of jealousy. She never, for a second, however, expected Jean's invitation -- or command. When she heard Jean say, 'Your tum, honey,' her mind instantly was in a whirl, a battle between desire and morality -- no, not morality, but more the fear of taking a new step, of doing something she had never deliberately done before. That hesitation didn't last long, however, and, with Jean's encouragement, she went over to Don's ledge, straddled it and him, and lowered herself onto his cock. As she felt the head of the cock penetrate her cunt, a flash of conflicting thoughts rushed through her head, none of them coherent. Truthfully, she wasn't thinking, only reacting to the extreme sexual arousal that dominated her. Actually, it was not only the erotic sex act performed before her that caused that arousal, it was the entire day. She had been soundly spanked, forced to go without underwear, gone about topless, exposed herself on the boat and swum nude -- all culminating in a real desire to be screwed, or, more accurately, fucked. Don had screwed her before, but only when she had been spanked into submission; now she didn't have that excuse --she was deliberately committing adultery. For the moment, at least, that was no concern. Just as Jean had, she rode Don's cock like a jockey, grinding her pelvis against his, trying to get the cock as far inside as possible. The rhythm of her "riding" gradually became faster, until her hips were thrashing through the water at a prodigious rate, while at the same time, Don was heaving upwards into her like a jack hammer. Finally, both approached and attained orgasm in a mutual convulsion that caused the water to foam around them, and collapsed together in gratifying exhaustion. Nothing was said about their sexual activities as the three lay back and relaxed, but the silence was companionable with a sense of a shared experience enjoyed by all. Conversation was casual and insignificant, and when they went inside some time later, getting ready for bed was routine, as if they had lived together for years. Certainly Susan, for the first time, felt no self-consciousness about standing nude as she put on her nightgown. She and Jean lay side by side, calm and comfortable, and, aside from a quiet kiss good night, accompanied by a gentle hug, there was nothing overtly sexual as they prepared for sleep. It had been a very eventful and very satisfying first full day. The following day was July 4, so the lake was filled with many more boats than usual, and Susan spent a great deal of time sitting on the deck, and then on the rocks near the shore, watching through binoculars. That, combined with sunning, swimming and reading, made for a very enjoyable day. That evening, they took their boat across the lake, and anchored near shore, to watch fireworks. At the last minute, Billy hailed them and, since he had the same plans, was invited to come along with them rather than taking two boats. Thinking that they were going to be alone, Susan had worn the same outfit she had on the last boat trip, a T-shirt and a pair of thin panties. At first, she was horribly embarrassed since she knew that her nipples showed clearly through the shirt and she couldn't keep her panties covered, but Billy had seen her dressed that way before, so she was soon reconciled to the display. Actually, she did enjoy the obvious interest he had in looking at her, and in any case, it soon was quite dark, so it really didn't matter. The fireworks were nice, if not spectacular, and, in any case, the company and conversation were interesting. As they started back, however, the evening turned quite breezy out in the middle of the lake and Susan and Jean, both lightly dressed, began to get chilly. Don pulled Jean over to him and put his arm around her as he steered, and said to Billy, with a grin and a leer, "You keep Susan warm." Needless to say, Billy was willing to do his bit, so he put his arm around Susan and drew her close. Susan was, again, embarrassed, both by Don's comment and being held so close, but she had to admit that the warmth felt good. Soon, however, it became clear that Billy's intentions were not completely altruistic, but, then, would you expect a young man with his arm around an attractive, thinly clad woman on a dark night in the back of a boat, to be otherwise? His arm was around her shoulder, with his hand dangling down in front near her breast, and, as the boat went up and down over the swells, that hand continuously brushed over her very hard nipple. He wasn't overtly feeling her, so she hardly could be offended, but, as the motion continued, it could also hardly be an accident. She pulled in at first to avoid the contact, but her efforts were unavailing, and the "accidental" caressing continued the rest of the way home. Susan finally had to admit to herself that the touching was not unpleasant, and, as the end of the ride approached, she actually pushed her breast outward to increase the contact. That resulted in a more continual massage, and, thus, encouraged by her complaisance, as they pulled into the dock and they shifted to get up, Billy let his hand fall completely over her breast and, for a moment, fondled and squeezed it. They got up immediately, and Billy boarded his own boat, waving back to them and saying that he had really enjoyed the evening. Neither Jean nor Don said anything, but even if they hadn't noticed anything, Susan's red face would have been revealing. It was fairly late when they arrived at the dock, so, after a quick snack, they prepared for bed. However, "bed" did not mean "sleep." The previous evening, sex had meant two separate incidents of sexual intercourse, but this night they were to have their first real "threesome," all three participating at once. They soon were on the bed, completely nude, and engaged in caressing and fondling each other, and in the next hour, each received the complete attention of the other two. Both Jean and Susan were stroked, licked and finger-fucked to orgasm by two lovers, and afterwards, each had to admit that it was hard to tell which fingers and tongue belonged to which of the lovers. When it was Don's turn, both women fondled and stroked his cock and balls, and Jean kissed and sucked his cock, being careful just to stimulate it, not set it off. Susan used her hands, something she rarely had done with Jim, but couldn't bring herself to use her mouth, despite Jean's wordless urging. Finally, Don mounted Jean and screwed her until she had a second, very vigorous, climax, and then turned to Susan. Without prompting, Susan lay on her back, raised and spread her legs, and welcomed his cock's entrance into her. Don began fucking her with considerable force, while Jean caressed her breasts and ran her hand down between them and felt the joining of cock and cunt. She was fascinated by the feeling of the slippery cock going in and out of Susan's clasping cunt, and found herself becoming aroused again. She transferred her hand to Don's balls and stroked and squeezed them as the fucking reached toward a culmination. As in their bedroom back home and last night in the pool, she was enthralled by the rhythmic and graceful motion as the fucking went on. Finally, the screwing reached a crescendo as their bodies squeezed together in orgasm, Susan surging upwards with her hips as Don ejaculated deep into her. All three lay together on the bed for some time, completely satisfied and languid, before Don got up and went to his own bed. The rest of the week went much the same way as the first two days, a lot of swimming, boating, sunning and reading; a very restful time. Each evening at bedtime, all three got in the same bed and had an extremely pleasant session of three-way sex, following the same pattern. It seems peculiar to talk of such activities falling into a routine, but that is what happened. They played with each other, Don screwed Jean and then screwed Susan, finishing inside of her. (Fortunately, unlike many men, he was able to hold off his climax, or else only one woman would have been screwed.) That is not to say that variations didn't appear as they became more familiar with each other, such as finger-fucking the women's asses, but nothing was forced and everyone was comfortable. Susan finally was persuaded to use her mouth on Don's cock for a short time, and, to her complete surprise, found it not to be unpleasant at all. In fact, by the third or fourth time she tried it, she surprised herself by getting excited and actually sucking it. She came perilously close to having it come in her mouth, which she didn't want, and Don was barely able to save his ejaculation for her cunt. There were, of course, other activities other than sex and the aforementioned reading, sunning, boating, etc. Don could not be away from his office for a month, so he brought his office along in the form of a lap top computer and, over the phone, was able to conduct business from the cabin. He usually spent several hours a day, morning or afternoon in the cabin office, leaving plenty of time for fishing, walking in the woods, boating, or whatever. Jean was much freer, but she used the same computer, usually a few hours a day, when Don wasn't using it of course, for her writing. Thus, the only one with no particular non-vacation responsibilities was Susan, leaving her free to do whatever she wanted. There were chores around the cabin, however, and she was given the duty of keeping the place cleaned and straightened. Actually, that was not particularly onerous, basically making the beds, putting things away and, in general, keeping the cabin neat and clean. Jean took care of cooking and washing up (with Susan's help) and Don took care of outside work (including the boat, of course). Thus, with the relatively light work load divided up, there should have been no problems. However, Don was a real stickler for neatness in the cabin, a trait he had learned from his grandmother. He admitted that his compulsive need for order and neatness was, sometimes, unreasonable, but it was a compulsion, even if somewhat irrational. It did have the result of always having an immaculate and uncluttered cabin where it would be very easy to become slovenly and messy. So, the beds had to be made immediately in the morning, all clothes put away, books reshelved, etc. Nothing was to be out of place. Unfortunately, Susan's upbringing was quite different and she tended to postpone dull and monotonous things like bed making if something more interesting came along. She saw little need for putting a book away if she were going to use it again later, or even the next day, for example. Inevitably, these two temperaments were going to clash. On several occasions during the first week, Don called Susan's derelictions of duty to her attention, and she tried to be more responsible, only to return to her careless habits a day or so later. Finally, Don said that if she were going to act like a child, he would treat her like one and spank her the next time. Based on past experience, Susan believed him, and was far more assiduous, her reformation lasting through the following weekend. The weekend, itself, was fun, including a long boat ride, with picnic lunch, around the lake on Saturday and a long walk through the woods on Sunday morning. Sunday afternoon they were in the pool, both Susan and Jean braless, when Billy came over and tied his boat up at the dock. As he started up the stairs from the dock, Susan became very flustered because her breasts were bare and she wanted to run up to the cabin for a bra, but Jean insisted that she stay. "He's seen my tits for years, honey. I've never seen any purpose from hiding them since he's around so much, and he takes it as a matter of course." It was too late, anyway, because Billy came around the rocks long before she could have reached cover, so Susan did the next best thing and dived into the water. As Jean had predicted, he seemed to pay little attention to Jean's breasts other than a less-than-casual glance before turning to look at Susan who was swimming some distance away. Actually, Jean was being somewhat disingenuous when she said that he paid little attention to her, because she knew that, when unobserved (or thought he was), his eyes never left her breasts. However, even she would have been astounded, and perhaps flattered, if she had known of the number of times she had been the subject of his masturbatory fantasies. The truth was that Billy had never even seen a woman completely naked and, while he wouldn't have wanted his friends to know it, the nearest he had ever come to feeling a bare breast was that night on the boat. Now, of course, he hoped to see both women half-naked and, if he was really lucky, touch Susan again. At the moment, all he could see was her bare back, but his eyes never left her as he waited for the inevitable revelation. Susan was certainly aware of his stare, and while the thought of his seeing her boobs embarrassed her, she began to get that depraved desire to expose herself that she had in the car driving up. Finally succumbing to it, she rolled over and began the back stroke, virtually flaunting her breasts. She would have been startled is she had known of the immediate reaction, a very hard cock, but that probably would have embarrassed her too. In any case, buoyed by having shown her breasts and still very aware of his fascinated stare, Susan gave up any pretense of modesty and came right out of the pool. In actuality, she was exposing more than she thought, for, unlike Jean, she was still wearing regular panties instead of a bikini bottom. As said before, the panties were dark, but, nonetheless, the water had rendered them almost transparent, and her pubic hair was clearly visible, even more so than when her panties had been displayed on the boat. In addition, since Susan had worn only the most modest bathing suits in the past, she never had cut or shaved her cunt hair, so little tendrils of blond hair escaped from the panties, making the view even more stimulating. Certainly this was the closest Billy had ever been to seeing a naked woman. As Susan sat down, she became aware of the revelation, but with unexpected aplomb, ignored her near-nudity. Billy finally came out of his near-trance and, with difficulty, returned to the real world and was able look at something other than Susan's nipples and cunt hair. However, while he attempted to act normally, and perhaps thought he did, his real interest was pathetically obvious. Taking pity on him, everyone ignored his fascination with Susan just as they ignored her near-nudity. Actually, Jean and Don enjoyed his discomfiture and, to Susan's chagrin, invited him to stay for supper. He accepted with alacrity and, while both women donned coverups when they went in, he was still aroused by what he had seen earlier. After eating and talking for awhile, Don, with a sly look at Jean, suggested that they have a night time swim before Billy went home. It was a lovely night to swim, with a completely full moon lighting the world with a silver glow, and making the pool lights unnecessary. The water was perfect, crystal clear and warm, and all four swam in a languid manner, just enjoying the quiet night. As might be expected, and it was expected, Billy gravitated to wherever Susan was, swimming around and under her, and, then, holding her under the arms, towing her around the pool. Finally, everyone settled down along the side of the pool, Don and Jean across the pool from Billy and Susan. Talking and pretending not to be paying attention, they watched surreptitiously to see if anything would happen. As Billy stood behind Susan in about four feet of water, his hands were on her side, under her arms, just barely in contact with the side of her breast. Susan knew that those hands were going to slide further around unless she moved away, and her usual reaction, throughout her entire adult life, was to do just that. However, as she started to disengage herself, that wanton part of her character re-emerged, and, instead, she leaned back, while, at the same time, asking herself, "What on earth am I doing? Gods, I'm acting like a nymphomaniac!" Nonetheless, she didn't move as his hands slid around and each cupped a bare breast. For Billy, the feeling was like nothing he had ever had, and his excitement was almost too much to control. "Damn, I'm feeling her tits...and she seems to like it...boy, are they big and soft...her nipples are like rocks...wow, a grown-up married woman...I wonder if she'll let me feel her pussy!" His thoughts coursed onward, some more salacious than others, so engrossed in his first real sexual experience that he no longer was aware of the others in the pool with them. With the bright moonlight, Jean and Don could clearly see through the crystal-clear water as his tanned hands moved over and fondled Susan's breasts, a sight that they found to be quite exhilarating, almost like watching a sex movie. Susan had her usual mixed emotions, pangs of a subdued conscience battling the inflamed sexual desires. The desires won for several minutes as he squeezed, petted and fondled her boobs, almost beside himself with the sensations that flowed through him. Finally, Susan's scruples took over, and she pulled away and swam over to Don and Jean saying, "I think I'm getting water- logged. I guess I'll get out." That effectively ended the night's swim, and Billy left soon afterwards, going home to replay the evening's events over in his mind a hundred times before going to sleep. For the others, however, the sexual part of the evening was just beginning. Watching Susan being felt had aroused Don and Jean, and Susan, herself, had been stimulated all afternoon and evening, topped off by the sex play in the pool. Thus, the threesome activities were more intense than usual, and when the fucking was finally over and Don withdrew from Susan, all three were exhausted, but satiated. It had been a fine first week. For Susan, things seemed perfect, a lovely cabin, unbelievable scenery, very enjoyable things to do and see and, far from least, more sex than she had dreamed of. Oddly enough, while she had anticipated a considerable amount of lesbian sex, that had been minimal except when involved in a threesome. On the other hand, Don had screwed her every day and, now, she had the added titillation of petting with Billy. There certainly was every reason to look forward to the next three weeks. However, Tuesday morning, something that probably was inevitable, but painful, occurred. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 06 Everyone got up, went down and ate breakfast on the deck, and Don went into the office to work for an hour or so. It was a beautiful day, so instead of going back inside, Jean and Susan sat and talked for a while and, then, walked along the shore, mesmerized by the lovely play of light on the water. Finally, they came back, went inside, and, after cleaning up the kitchen, began casually batting a ping-pong ball back and forth. Suddenly, Don came out of the office, obviously in a bad mood, complaining about incompetent help and demanding customers. He said he was going fishing to cool down and went upstairs to change. Susan was standing at the table, batting the ball to herself, while Jean was starting to prepare a lunch for him to take with him, when suddenly they heard a rather profane remark, with Susan's name connected to it, coming from above. Instantly, she knew that she was in trouble, and gasped out, "Oh, my God, I never went back upstairs to make the beds!" She and Jean looked upstairs to see a furious Don come to the railing and thunder, "Damn it, Susan, I warned you! Bring that paddle with you and come up here!" Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 07 Susan stood rigid, unable to move as she looked up at the loft. "Oh, Don, I'm sorry! I just forgot. Please don't spank me!" The last was said with a whimper, and she was almost ready to cry as she contemplated the punishment. "I'll make the bed right away." "I said come up here with that paddle! If I have to come down there, it will be a lot worse." Filled with dread, Susan slowly trudged across the floor, her feet seemingly barely able to move, like someone going to their execution. She reached the stairs and began the struggle to climb, part of her resisting the indignity of being summoned to a spanking, carrying her own paddle. Nonetheless, she crept upwards, her defiance drained out of her by having accepted Don's (and Jean's) dominance over her from past spankings. Finally she was at the head of the stairs, face to face with Don who was sitting on the edge of one of the unmade beds. "Come over here, Susan. Give me the paddle and take your panties off." His tone of voice and obvious anger left her no room to argue, and she did as ordered, standing completely naked before him. He reached up and pulled her down over his knee, took the paddle, and brought it down, very hard, on her bottom. The failure to make the beds would be trivial for most people, but, as Susan knew, it was anything but trivial to Don. The fact that Don was already in a bad mood when he came upstairs, doomed her to a very severe spanking. "I told you last week that if you left the beds unmade that you would be soundly spanked, and you are going to get it." The paddle was surfaced with pebble-like rubber, and as it moved violently up and down, inflicting stinging thwacks on her ass-cheeks, it began to look as if those cheeks had measles. As the spanking continued, however, the pebble-marks overlapped and, while the skin retained the indentations from the paddle surface, the color was uniformly crimson. Unlike her previous spankings, Susan didn't struggle or fight: she was resigned to her punishment. However, as the painful blows rained down, she could not help but writhe and twist as she cried profusely. She was in real agony, the paddle inflicting much greater pain than a slapping hand, and she began to beg for mercy. "Please, Don, please stop...oh, it hurts...ouch, ooh...I'll be good...I'll do whatever you want...please stop..." Her plaintive pleas fell on deaf ears as the paddle continued its rhythmic beating, but, as always happened, Don's rage gradually dissipated. The spanking slowed and became less harsh and, finally, ceased. Again, as was normal, his anger metamorphosed into lust as he looked at the red and battered behind of the woman he had completely subdued. Almost compelled to do so, he ran his hands over her burning hips, eliciting a moan of pain from even a light stroking. Rather than being put off by her groans, he was aroused by this vocal evidence of his domination, and slid his hands between her legs and entered her cunt with his fingers. Unhesitantly, she let her legs part to give him greater access and he finger-fucked her cunt briefly before withdrawing his fingers and inserting one into her ass. Even that act, painful as it was because of the pressure on her ass cheeks, raised no opposition, further evidence of her complete subjugation. He removed his finger from her ass, and let her slide off onto her knees before him where she knelt, looking down submissively. He stood up and pushed his shorts off, exposing his erect cock, sticking out like a horn from his pelvis. He sat back down and pulled Susan between his legs, as she looked up to see his intentions. Immediately before her she saw the cock, jutting toward her like a torpedo aimed at her mouth, and without hesitation, she leaned forward, took it in her hand and lowered her mouth onto it and began sucking. This was not the reluctant or timid sucking of the previous week; this was an aggressive, enthusiastic act, one calculated to give complete hedonistic pleasure to the recipient. Don looked down at Susan's face, her lips ovaled around his cock, and almost ejaculated immediately, but he was just able to hold off enjoying the blissful sensations longer. He put a hand on each side of her face, slowing the pace of her sucking, as he rhythmically began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. Susan adapted her actions to his pace, allowing him to fuck her mouth as she alternately sucked as it came in and relaxed as it went out. This prolonging of the inevitable could only last for a short time, however, and the speed of the fucking motion increased until, finally, the explosion took place. Both were almost in a frenzy by that time, and as Don surged forward and came. Susan locked her mouth around his cock and gulped down the jetting cum, never even thinking of pulling away. In fact, she wasn't thinking at all, merely reacting to a driving need to serve the master who had subdued her; an instinctive, almost atavistic, compulsion. She stayed there, gently sucking as the cock gradually became flaccid, and then sat back with her head bowed. Jean had come out of the kitchen to watch Susan making her excruciatingly difficult trip up the stairs, knowing that this was going to be a severe spanking. She heard Don order Susan to remove her panties and, coerced by a voyeuristic compulsion she didn't understand, she climbed the stairs until her head was above the floor level. Don was seated on the bed she and Susan slept in and Susan had just been placed over his knee. She watched the paddle fall with agonizing force on Susan's ass, bringing forth cries of torment and pleas for mercy. As usual, her emotions were mixed, sorrow and sympathy for the pain Susan was suffering, but, at the same time, a feeling of mounting sexual excitement, of vicarious pleasure, as she watched the squirming and writhing of the victim. She couldn't understand why she should get such pleasure out of watching the beating and humiliating of another woman, one she really cared for, but she couldn't deny its reality. Almost without being aware of it, she fell into a crouch and her hand slid down to her cunt, over her panties, and began to rub her clit. As the spanking finished, she really expected to see Don fuck Susan, but, instead, she was astonished to see the sequence that led to Susan not only sucking his cock, but doing so avidly. She watched the finish, absolutely amazed as she watched Susan's hips gyrate and her legs rub together, seemingly having an orgasm, as Don came in her mouth. The sight overwhelmed her, and she quickly backed down the stairs, fell back on a couch, spread her legs, and masturbated to a massive climax of her own. When it was over, she lay there gasping for breath, and then, face red with embarrassment, got up and ran to the kitchen to finish making a lunch for Don to take with him. When Don came down, the lunch was packed and ready, and he left in a much better humor than when he left the office. As he started to leave, Jean asked, "Is she all right? You really gave it to her!" "She's fine, I think, but she probably could use a little feminine soothing right now." "I wouldn't be surprised!" Jean went upstairs to find Susan lying on the unmade bed in a sort of stupor. The events of the last half-hour, particularly her own abject surrender, bewildered her. The spanking had been excruciatingly painful, and her bottom was screaming at her, but the confusing thing was her own extreme desire to please the person who had caused that pain. She remembered kneeling there, almost relishing the servile nature of the position, as she waited for Don to do whatever he wanted to her. When she saw his erect cock, she knew her role was to service it with her mouth, and she eagerly embraced that role, knowing the inevitable end result. What always had been an anathema to her, a cock ejaculating in her mouth, became extraordinarily attractive and she eagerly awaited the climax as it approached. She was wildly excited herself at the prospect, and her hips began swaying in rhythm with Don's motions and she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together in that same rhythm. She had never been able to work herself up that way before, but when Don's cum spurted into her mouth, she lost herself in a series of orgasmic spasms. She remembered kneeling there when it was over, feeling a languid sense of fulfillment and satisfaction, like a slave girl who has well-served her master. Now that it was all over, she was puzzled and shocked by that self-abnegation, so foreign to her normal nature. She knew from recent experience that the pain and humiliation of being spanked made her very submissive, but this level of almost harem-girl subservience was new. Susan poured these thoughts and recollections out to Jean, admitting to her, and to herself, that now, even after the spanking was over, she still felt that sense of being under Don's domination, compelled to do whatever he wanted. A very peculiar feeling for an independent, modern woman. When Susan finally finished, Jean hardly knew what to say. First she ordered Susan to turn over and began to apply the soothing lotion to her sore bottom. "Gods, honey, you won't be able to sit down tonight! Your ass is the color of a piece of raw meat and you have dimples all over from that paddle. At least this will make it feel better, and after we make the beds, we'1l go in the pool and cool you off that way. Now, I think your feeling after being spanked like that were to be expected, at least to some degree. You know how docile and sexually submissive you are after I spank you, and with Don so much bigger and stronger than either of us, you should expect to be even more dominated. In any case, I know that if he tells you to do something around the house you will do it now! And, if what he wants is sexual, you'll probably do that too!" "I guess you're right, honey. I know one thing for damn sure -- I'll make the beds before I come down in the morning unless the cabin is on fire I'll stop worrying about my psychological hang-ups for now and, in the meantime, hope that Don doesn't order me to go into town naked or something equally humiliating! Now, let's get the bed made and head for the pool." The rest of the week went well, with no tension created by Susan's spanking or cock-sucking. In fact, while she certainly had a greater sense of subordination in relation to Don, she actually seemed to enjoy, almost relish, that inferior position. While she wasn't servile in her manner, she enjoyed serving him, and when sexual relations of any kind were suggested, she cooperated without hesitation. Wednesday morning, Jean got up first, as usual, and went down to start breakfast, while Susan and Don used the bathroom. When Don came out, he took off his pajamas, but instead of dressing, he reached for Susan and pulled her toward him. Stripping off her nightgown, he laid her, unprotesting, on the bed and came down on her. She obligingly raised and spread her legs, and in seconds, he was vigorously fucking her. She enthusiastically cooperated, and, within a short time, both had satisfying orgasms. Don dismounted from her, kissed her quickly, dressed, and went downstairs, just as if this was the normal way to start the day. In actuality, it became the normal way, for Don had her each morning after that. Downstairs, Jean clearly heard the bedsprings creaking and, knowing they would be somewhat later than usual, slowed her breakfast preparation. Susan felt a little peculiar when she came down since this was the first time Don had screwed her without Jean present, but the other two treated it as a matter of course and she soon was comfortable with the new situation. While this was the first occasion where the two of them had sex alone (except for the after-spanking sucking), it was far from the last. For example, on Wednesday afternoon the two of them were in the pool alone while Jean was in the office. Don was feeling her boobs and cunt in the water, and she was anticipating using the screwing stone. Instead, he sat above the water with his cock out and hard and, without prompting or hesitating, Susan took it into her mouth and sucked it to orgasm, again keeping it in her mouth until it was completely soft. On Thursday, they did use the screwing stone and on Friday, after an exciting time with Billy in the pool (as described below), they just laid a mat out on the deck and fucked in direct view of the lake. None of this was surreptitious and, in fact, Jean watched the deck screwing through the window with considerable interest. During the week, there also was another increasingly sexual relationship developing. Billy found a number of reasons to cross over to their dock and visit, all of them, of course, based on a desire to see Susan. She took a great deal of kidding about her conquest, her sex appeal, robbing the cradle, etc. because of his obvious infatuation, natural as it was. However, when she insisted that he was far too young to interest her, much less do anything with, both Jean and Don downplayed any such thoughts and urged her to just have fun with it. Susan found herself enjoying his attention and, even, to her surprise, the sex play. Against what she insisted was her better judgment, she let them convince her to relax and "go with the flow." (Actually, of course, she let them convince her to do what she really wanted.) Thus, when Billy arrived, Jean and Susan always were topless, giving him four things to look at. Susan started wearing pastel or white panties which literally showed every hair when they were wet, and she would sit, legs up and open, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. When in the water, Billy would chase her around, and she would let herself be cornered, giving him ample opportunity to fondle and squeeze her breasts. Friday afternoon, however, saw the most activity. Don and Jean continued urging Susan to show her cunt and to let Billy really work her over in the pool, emphasizing that one or both of them would be there to prevent it from getting out of hand. Finally she let them convince her, and when Don and Billy returned from fishing, they found Susan alone, sunning completely nude by the pool. As they came up the stairs and saw her, she jumped to her feet and dived into the pool, pretending to be trying to conceal herself. The clear water did little to hide her, and the two men stood and teased her. Finally, Don said, "Why don't we go in and cool off, too." With that, he pulled off his shirt and dived in, wearing only his khaki shorts, and Billy soon followed. They chased Susan around as she futilely tried to stay away and hide her nakedness, laughing as she did so. Soon, Don said he was tired, got out and headed for the cabin, calling back, "I'll tell Jean we're home and come back." Left alone, Billy, without difficulty, cornered Susan in a secluded part of the pool and, for the first time saw and felt a nude woman. Susan quit pretending reluctance and permitted the complete exploration of her "charms," namely her breasts and cunt, spreading her legs to give his hands complete access. Obviously, Billy was very excited, but Susan, also became quite hot, both from the fondling and from the situation. How far it would have gone is hard to say, for, after about ten minutes, Don came back down toward the pool, and Billy and Susan quickly separated, both flushed from their endeavors and he looking very guilty. Surprising herself, Susan calmly waded out of the water, making no effort to hide her nudity until she reached her towel and wrapped it around her. They all went up to the deck for a short time, and, as Billy prepared to go, Don invited him to accompany them to Freeport the following day. Given a chance to be near Susan again, he accepted, of course, with alacrity. As soon as he was out of sight, Susan dropped her towel and Don his shorts and they fucked on the deck in plain sight of the lake, with Jean watching through the window. This seems like a lot of sexual activity, and it was, but, even so, it was in addition to the evening threesome. Don began to feel somewhat like a satyr and Susan began to believe that she actually might have nymphomaniac tendencies. In actuality, it seemed that the dominance-submission relationship established by the brutal spanking had whetted the appetite for sex in both Don and Susan, an appetite that was encouraged and abetted by Jean who had developed pronounced voyeuristic tendencies. All three were astonished by their individual and collective sexual proclivities, but, since everyone was happy and enjoying the activities, they had no hesitation about continuing. Regardless, by the middle of the second week, Susan was being fucked at least twice a day, and often three times, testing Don's virility, a test he was passing. Saturday morning started out as had the last three, Don screwing Susan before going down to breakfast. Then, however, they came back upstairs to dress for the shopping trip to Freeport, a trip that would take about two hours, depending on traffic. The weather had turned cloudy for the first time since their arrival, so a day of discount shopping really sounded like a good idea. As Susan began to get ready, she asked, "May I wear my panties and bra today? I would be a lot more comfortable with underwear if I try clothes on! I've got to wear a garter belt and hose, anyway, to try dresses on." It was indicative of something that she meekly asked permission, rather than just putting the underwear on as she would have two weeks before. Despite that meekness and the reasonableness of her request, Don replied, "No, Susan! No panties and no bra, but you can carry them in your purse if you want to. That way you can put them on if you need them. Jean has the same rules." So, Susan wore one of her favorite outfits, a boat-neck white blouse with large blue buttons up the front and a blue, below the knee, wrap-around skirt, but without panties or bra, not even thinking of any further protest. When she came downstairs, looking very crisp and sharp, Don greeted her with, "Very pretty! Now, let's see what's underneath." Susan, without hesitation or false modesty, promptly reached down, took the edges of the wrap skirt and held them up and open, revealing a lovely pair of legs encased in sheer hose, the hose attached to navy blue supporters leading to a navy blue garter belt that framed her blond, puffy cunt hair. Even Don, who had just screwed her and seen her naked many times, was taken aback. "Wow, that is sexy! And look how accessible everything is. I'll bet Billy will like that!" Susan's face, which had blushed lightly, with pleasure, at the compliment, turned beet red, preventing her from even pretending that she didn't know what he meant, or that she obviously had already considered accessibility. "Don! What a thing to say!" "Now, Don, you stop teasing her," Jean interjected, grinning despite herself. "Susan, you look lovely, and any man would be turned on by seeing you like that -- including Don! We can see how Billy reacts later, but he couldn't help liking the way you look, or feel." Seeing Susan's startled look and the deepening flush on her face, she went on, "I'm sorry, honey. I couldn't resist that. OK, no more teasing! Let's get going." So, they got in the car, with Susan in the back seat, wearing only her shoes, garter belt and hose, a blouse and a skirt. Interestingly enough, while she still felt exposed by her lack of underwear, she admitted to herself that she would have been disappointed if Don had been more lenient. In addition, while the teasing embarrassed her, the open secret that she expected Billy to find out about that lack of underwear, excited her. She liked Don and Jean knowing that she intended to be wanton, and she knew that their teasing showed their complete approval and, even, participation. How people do change! Since they had to go around the narrow arm of the lake past Billy's house to get to Freeport, they picked him up on the way rather than have him come over on his boat. He undoubtedly was disappointed to see Susan not wearing a mini-skirt, but as she crossed and re-crossed her legs during the two-hour journey, he was treated to a nice display of hose tops, supporters and thighs. When they arrived, he hurried around to open her door, and was rewarded by a blatant, if quick, flash of cunt as she got out. Her lack of panties was very cock-hardening, causing Jean to hide an amused smile and to wink, conspiratorially, at Susan. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 07 The shopping trip was very successful. After a quick lunch they separated, the men spending much of the time in L. L. Bean while the women managed to go through numerous clothing stores, buying little, but enjoying themselves anyway. Susan did get a cocktail dress which, as she said, was very different from what she had worn to faculty affairs last year. This year, she would not be the most conservatively dressed woman there! They also went through a variety of other outlets, jewelry, housewares, Christmas merchandise, etc., ending up back at the car with tired feet and big appetites. Finally, after dinner at a restaurant near Bean's, they started home around 7:30. It already was dark, pitch black, in fact, with the cloudy skies and no moon. At first there was general conversation about the day's events, but after about forty- five minutes, the comments from the back seat were noticeably fewer and the car became very quiet except for the DVD deck playing music and occasional remarks exchanged between Don and Jean. Neither directed any questions toward the rear, and both seemingly were ignorant of fairly extensive explorations going on back there, actions variously referred to as "petting" (or "heavy petting"), "necking" or "making out." They kept their eyes forward except for occasional sideways glances by Jean or the realigning of the rearview mirror by Don. Actually, there was a great deal to see. Very shortly after they left Freeport, Billy reached for Susan, and she, not protesting, moved over beside him. He pulled her close, put his hand on her waist, and, meeting no opposition, quickly moved it up and cupped her breast. He was delighted to find no bra in the way, and fondled her boob through her blouse for several minutes. Then, after looking nervously at the front seat and being reassured by their seeming inattention, he turned her around so that she was half lying, face up, across his lap. Seeing his intentions, Susan twisted around to partially face him, putting her legs up on the seat, and lay there with his arm around her. When she was in position, he leaned down and kissed her, which, while she certainly no romantic interest in him, was surprisingly pleasant. As a result, she kissed back with some enthusiasm, and settled in for a serious session of petting, something she had never done before, having always repulsed any sexual gambits from dates. Encouraged by her actions, Billy became more aggressive, unbuttoning her blouse and running his hand onto her breast, fondling and squeezing it and lightly pinching her erect nipple. Soon her blouse was completely open and both boobs were receiving meticulous attention, even having their nipples sucked as Susan leaned back to give Billy greater access. At the same time, his hand moved down to her legs, and began to work upwards under her skirt. As his hand moved over her hose tops onto her bare thighs, the skirt spread open, exposing more and more as he went higher. Finally, his fingers reached her cunt, and, as in the pool, she opened her legs to give greater access. Lying as she was, the skirt was caught up under her, and, rather than moving in the cramped conditions, she undid the belt and snap holding it shut, and it fell completely open, giving unimpeded access to everything. Billy ran his hands all over the hair and lips, finally, slid his finger into her and began to finger-fuck her cunt. Billy was completely inexperienced with exciting women, but his instincts were good, and rather that roughly assaulting her cunt, he did so gently, while continuing to tease her clit with his thumb. Susan lay there, astounded at her own reaction as she realized that she was approaching orgasm. All day long she had been anticipating some sort of sexual encounter with Billy, but she had expected something quick, a brief period of being felt, perhaps, but she certainly had not contemplated being so aroused that she would go off at his hands. Her thoughts, sometimes lucid, sometimes not, ranged all over the place: "I can't believe this...I'm almost naked in the back seat of a car being finger-fucked by a boy not too many years older than my students...ooh, that feels good...I can't let myself go off...it'd be embarrassing...I wonder if Jean is watching...oh, God, I hope not...hmmmm, that feels wonderful...I wonder if he's done this before...he's good at it... oh, yes..." Her thoughts gradually became less coherent as her passions mounted and she, almost against her will, slumped further down in the seat and began those familiar pre-orgasmic undulations and, unaware, she began a series of low moans and sighs as she approached climax. As her peak approach, her motions became more vigorous, and, at last, she surged upwards, forcing her cunt hard against the fucking fingers, coming in a series of pulsating surges that left her breathless as she sagged back down. For Billy, the entire experience was more than he could absorb -- an older woman, a married woman, lying against him, completely exposed, letting him feel every part of her body. He had fingered Susan's cunt in the pool, but this was different, more exciting. The pool had just been playing around, extraordinarily exciting, but just playing around. This was having sex with her, and obviously she wanted it, was enjoying it. As his fingers entered her cunt and started finger-fucking her, he was so excited that he almost came himself. When she began her gyrations before climaxing, he could hardly believe what was happening, and, as she came, once again he almost erupted. When she finished and lay back, his cock was so hard that he had to take it out, needing to find relief and hoping that she would hold it and set it off. Actually, he wasn't really thinking, just acting from instinct and the need to do more with this unbelievable woman. Susan's heartbeat and breathing gradually returned to normal as she lay almost flat with her head on Bi1ly's knees. She looked up at him, wondering how he had reacted to her orgasm and saw that he had removed his cock from his pants. Without saying anything, he reached across and took her hand and placed it on the cock, pleading with his eyes for her to play with it. She turned onto her shoulder so that she was facing his lap, and watched her own hand gently going up and down the shaft, fascinated by the feel and the fact that she actually was doing such a thing. She was mesmerized by the sight, and even in the darkness, she felt that she could see every detail of the cock. Suddenly she did something that, long afterwards, she couldn't believe she could do, or, more, ever would do. Without conscious thought, she raised her head, opened her mouth, and engulfed Billy's cock. She held the base between her thumb and forefinger and began to move up and down, lightly sucking as she did so. Billy was in a state of rapture at the unbelievable turn of events; he had, at most, hoped she would stroke his cock to orgasm, but having her suck it literally never entered his mind. Needless to say, the prior excitement combined with the feel of her mouth made it impossible for him to hold off very long. Thus, after no more than two minutes, he ejaculated a tremendous quantity of cum, most of which she was able to swallow, the rest seeping out around her pursed lips. From the front seat, against Susan's fervent hope, Jean was watching, confident that neither Susan nor Billy would break their concentration and look around. Her voyeuristic tendencies (shared by most people, in fact) caused her to, at first, sneak a peek at the action in the dim back seat, but as the action got heavier, she looked continuously, always prepared to glance away if necessary. Susan and Billy were so wrapped up in their petting, however, that averting her eyes never was necessary. She was titillated by seeing Susan's breasts come out and be caressed and, when her skirt fell away, she began squeezing her own thighs together slowly, increasing in vigor as she saw Susan brought to climax. Her thought processes were, as usual, a series of semi-connected vignettes, "Wow, look at her go...I can't believe this, she's going to go off like that...boy, she's hot...ooh, that must feel good...Bil1y's really working her over...I wonder if they'll do anything else...oh, my heavens, he's taking his cock out...it looks big, but, damn it, it's too dark to tell...gods, she's sucking him...I don't believe it...she'd better be careful or he'll go off... he did and she's still sucking...wow!" With that, Jean actually had a small orgasm of her own, gasping almost as loudly as Billy had when he came. Susan's mind was a confused mass of conflicting thoughts. Billy just leaned back, having had the greatest experience of his young life, so full of sensations that he couldn't think. So, they just stayed there, not moving or talking for some time. Finally, the silence was broken as Don said, "Well, that was an easy trip. Here we are, Billy." Billy and Susan (and Jean, for that matter) hadn't even been aware of the passing time, and were startled into hurried, confused action, Billy closing his pants and Susan futilely trying to cover her nakedness. As the car came to a halt, Billy said good night and that he had really enjoyed the day. As he got out, he was still flustered, wishing that he had time to say something to Susan, yet not knowing what that something would be. Alter letting Billy off, Susan just lay back in the seat for the half-hour drive around the lake. As might be expected, her mind was in turmoil, unable to accept what she had just done, but not sorry she had done it. Jean started to say something, but refrained until they turned into the drive. "Are you all right honey? You're awfully quiet." Susan finally straightened up, pulling her blouse closed over her bare breasts, but not fastening the buttons. Her skirt was partly over her, but was twisted and bunched up, exposing her stocking-clad legs and garter belt. "I'm all right, I guess, just a little shocked at myself. Were you watching?" "Part of the time, but it was dark." "I was afraid of that! Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I feel absolutely depraved! Did it look awful?" "Of course it didn't, and it was very sexy. And you're not depraved, just a very sexy woman. If it will make you feel better, I went off watching you!" At this point, Don joined in as he parked the car. "What are you two talking about? All I could see in the mirror were Susan's legs up on the seat. It sounds as if a lot was going on right behind me." Jean answered as they got out. "I'll let Susan tell you, but it was quite a bit more than we expected." Don held the door as Susan got out, and his eyes widened as he saw that she was almost nude. Her breasts swung loose in her unbuttoned blouse and, from the waist down, she was completely naked except for her garter belt and hose. She was carrying her skirt over her arm, and made no attempt to cover herself. "As you can see, I have nothing to hide. Billy felt everything I have, finger-fucked me until I came, and then I....I sucked him." "Jesus, I guess you did do more than we expected! I figured that you would have a nice long session of groping and feeling, but, damn, you did everything but fuck! Bill has more nerve than I gave him credit for, and, as for you, you are unreal! I think that you are wonderful and very brave, and you certainly should not be upset with yourself. Wow, I can't believe it!" With that, he put his arm around Susan and gave her a real hug, squeezing her against his side. "I'll bet that's the best thing that ever happened to Billy, and he couldn't have found a nicer woman to do it with." As she listened, Susan let out a tremendous sigh of relief, feeling most of her guilt falling away with his obviously sincere comments and compliments. As they went into the cabin, she spontaneously dropped her skirt and reached up with both arms to embrace and kiss Don. Then she turned and did the same thing with Jean. Before she could speak, though, Don looked at her with undisguised admiration and said, "Boy, if you had any idea how sexy you look standing there like that! Any man would get hard and want to fuck you!" Susan looked down at herself, boobs out, garter belt framing her pussy, long legs sheathed in sheer hose, and had to admit that she was pretty sexy looking, almost too sexy for a woman of her background. Once again, his praise made her feel less depraved and raised her self-confidence so that she had the nerve to say, with an impish grin, "Well I'm glad you like the exhibition, and I'm sure you'll screw me later tonight! And, if Jean was watching that sex show, she probably would like some licking and fucking, too." Her prediction was accurate, of course, and each woman had several orgasms before Don finished the evening with a tremendously hard climax after a furious pounding of Susan's cunt. The following day, Sunday, was still cloudy so they awoke a little later than usual, but followed their normal itinerary; Jean fixing breakfast while Don and Susan screwed. They took a short walk in the woods, still a pleasant place despite the clouds, but returned when Jean began to feel a little queasy. After lunch, the cause of her unease became evident as the first, relatively mild cramps began, causing her to lie down while Don and Susan went to the pool. The water temperature proved that the pool did retain heat without the sun, and the swimming conditions were perfect. Susan was wearing only a pair of brief, white, now-transparent panties which, despite all their sexual activities, caused Don to have an erection. Before they could do anything about it, to no one's complete surprise, Billy came over. He, also, got a very obvious erection as soon as he saw Susan's near-nudity, and he gravitated to her side, as would be expected. All three swam around for awhile, Billy feeling a boob every chance he got, and then, with a wink to Susan, Don said he would go up and see how Jean was. As soon as he was out of sight, Billy really began aggressively to fondle, kiss and suck Susan's breasts and nipples, while, at the same time, pulling down her panties and dropping them in the water. Susan cooperated completely, permitting him to explore every part of her body, penetrating her with his fingers. Finally, they went out onto the flat rocks where she spread her legs wide so he could see and finger-fuck her cunt. His excitement was virtually out of control, and he took his cock out and attempted to mount her. At that point she stopped him, saying that she was a married woman and couldn't let him have her that way, but that she would do what she had in the car. She couldn't bring herself to say that she would suck his cock, but her meaning was clear. Billy pulled off his shorts and leaned back, cock pointing upwards, as she crouched over him. She surprised herself by looking closely at it and his balls, thinking, "This is the third cock I've seen and the second one I've sucked! Unbelievable!" She lowered her head and took the head into her mouth and began moving up and down the shaft, feeling the texture and smoothness, and actually enjoying the act. "I'm completely naked, outside in broad daylight, and I'm sucking a cock. I must have nymphomaniac tendencies!" Oddly enough, this time the thought didn't disturb her. As in the car, Billy was too wound up and excited to last long, and in a short time, her mouth was inundated with a flood of semen, most of it, again, she gulped down, but some seeped out past her lips. (As she discovered, teenage boys are amazingly virile.) Shortly afterwards, a light rain began falling, effectively cutting off any further activity and Billy hurried down to his boat to return home, but only after receiving a promise that he could see her later in the week. Rather than going up to the cabin immediately, Susan walked down to the shore, still totally naked, leaving her panties floating in the pool. For some reason, she relished the idea of walking about, completely nude, with the real chance that someone on a boat would see her, even in the drizzle. Finally, beginning to feel cool, she went inside, pleased with Don's look when he saw her naked. "No," she said, anticipating his question, "he didn't fuck me. I sucked him off again, instead." She blushed furiously as she said it, but liked saying it, anyway. As when she was outside, it seemed to excite her to be standing, completely naked, downstairs in the living room, and she made no move to go up and put anything on. Instead, she sat down and curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace where Don had started a fire. "He really worked me over out there." Don came over and sat beside her and, with a surprised expression, he leaned close and touched her breast as he said, "Look at your tits! Boy, he really worked on them." Susan looked down at her breasts and saw little bruise, or hickey, marks all over where Billy had sucked them. "Good heavens, look at that! Wow, how would a woman explain that to her husband? It's a good thing Jim isn't here now!" Susan felt funny, somehow disloyal, talking about Jim while with Don, but like so many other things, it excited her, too. "I can think of a number of reasons why it's a good thing he's not here!" With that, Don pushed her flat on the couch, removed his pants and mounted her. As he entered her cunt, he said, "He might be surprised to find his wife being fucked by one man just after sucking another man's cock. What a woman!" Jean came down for supper, but soon went back upstairs to lie down. When, later, they undressed and Susan got into Don's bed to have sex, it was the first time at night without Jean involved. It seemed strange to Susan to be with Don while Jean, his wife, lay in the other bed, listening to them screw. When they finished, Jean, wracked with pain from cramps, suggested that, if Susan didn't mind, she should sleep with Don, leaving their whole bed for Jean, herself. For Susan, it was a very peculiar night, the first time she had ever slept in the same bed with any man but Jim. Once she got over the first feeling of strangeness, however, she enjoyed being held and caressed before they went to sleep and, surprisingly, waking up in bed with a different man the next day. It was particularly erotic to have him fuck her and then the two of them going back to sleep for awhile. Jean was awakened by the squeaking springs and quietly watched as they screwed, and, having recovered enough to go down and make breakfast, she left them sleeping. When they finally woke up again, Susan found it to be very sensual to get up and dress with a lover, and then go down to eat a breakfast prepared by his wife. Susan found herself both amused and a little disturbed by her reaction toward Jean. She remembered all too clearly how less than two months ago she had been so fearful that Jean would be upset about Don screwing her that first time. Now, rather than being concerned about Jean's feelings, she was enjoying having had sex alone with Don and having Jean seeing them asleep together. She really felt sort of smug and self-satisfied as they came down together, said "good morning," and sat down to breakfast. Any guilt she might have had over her attitude dissipated quickly, in any case, because Jean took it as a matter of course. In fact, Susan might have been quite surprised to discover that, far from being unhappy about the situation, Jean actually liked it. She had enjoyed watching as Don screwed Susan that morning and she found that seeing them sleeping together made her feel excited, not jealous. Consequently, when they were talking later, she suggested that Susan might as well sleep with Don until Jean was over her "indisposition" (which presumably would be Wednesday, several days before the same "indisposition" should hit Susan). The next several days were pleasant, mostly involving a continuation of the last two weeks. Don did a lot of fishing and Jean devoted a good amount of time to writing, leaving Susan to her own resources. Most of her time was spent reading, walking along the shore or in the woods, or swimming in, or lying around, the pool. Since going down to the shore naked in the drizzle, she had come to enjoy being completely nude if hidden or just wearing her brief panties if she were where she might be seen by boaters. On one sunny afternoon, she even was daring enough to lie on the rocks near the water naked, spread her legs and masturbate, relishing the possibility of being seen as her hips undulated in orgasm. However, any time she was sure to be seen, she was flustered and ran for cover, but the possibility of exposure aroused her. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 07 The only day time sexual activity of note (leaving out the daily fucking) took place on Thursday when Jean and Susan strolled through the woods to a delightful little glade beside the stream that fed the pool. It was a lovely little place with a flat grassy area surrounded by trees and rocks, near a small waterfall where the stream make splashing noises as it fell into a circular pool. They had been there several times before to talk and eat lunch, but this time, they spread a blanket, stripped naked, and had a full session of lesbian-type sex. For Susan, lying on her back in the open air with Jean between her legs using tongue and fingers, was an unbelievable experience. And, kneeling naked between Jean's legs, performing the same service, was almost as good. They were doing the same things they had done many times before, but, somehow,it was different, and renewing, doing them outdoors. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 08 If that was the only day time activity, the nights continued to be devoted to threesomes after Jean recovered. Thursday night, however, brought up something very new. One of the diversions that had a pronounced affect on Susan was licking and finger-fucking her ass, something sure to bring her close to orgasm. That night, she lay on her stomach, while Jean knelt between her spread legs, fondling and stroking her cunt and behind. She had Susan raise up and inserted a small pillow under her, lifting her hips up and exposing the crevice between the cheeks. Jean began licking all around, concentrating first on the cunt and perineum, finally moving up to her ass, or to be more exact, if vulgar, her asshole. Susan swayed and humped up and down slowly in response to the stimulation, but unexpectedly Jean moved away, being replaced by Don who moved in between her legs. Susan assumed that he was going to replace Jean's fingers and tongue with his, but, instead, he leaned over her and she felt something more massive pushing at her asshole. Her reaction was immediate, crying out, "No, Don, don't do that! Please, don't push it in. I can't stand it! Take it away!" She was absolutely frantic as she tried to pull away. Jean reached down and held her still, saying, "Now, honey, relax, it won't hurt! Relax and let it in, sweetheart! It won't hurt you." As she spoke, Don slowly pushed forward with his cock, which he had lubricated with K-Y jelly, and finally, despite Susan's continued efforts to avoid it, the head slipped past her sphincter and began its inexorable path into her ass. Jean slid her hand between them and found Susan's clit where it was against the pillow, and began stroking and teasing it with her fingers as Don slowly worked his cock in and out, deeper each time. Finally, he was the whole way in and his balls rested against the lips of her cunt, bumping into her each time he plunged in. For Susan, the pain, itself, was minimal, but the psychological suffering was much greater. She always had felt that being sodomized, as she thought of it, was the ultimate indignity and sin, going back to her conservative, religious background. It was, for her, the most depraved and revolting sex act of all, yet, here she was, being forced into submission. As had happened so often before, however, the very fact of being coerced into unacceptable behavior relieved her of responsibility, and, therefore, guilt. As Don's fucking of her ass accelerated, matched by Jean's fingering of her clit, Susan involuntarily began to respond. At first, her mind was filled with anguish as she was penetrated, but gradually, that anguish faded, to be replaced with a totally disorganized jumble of thoughts and reactions. Her sensual nature warred with the "ought not's" drummed into her childhood head, but, as usual when presented with a fait accompli, her lustful side won and her body's carnal desires took over. Suddenly, she was humping back at the fucking cock, gasping and moaning as Don pounded her. With her, now energetic cooperation, they worked together, and, as she convulsed in orgasm, he surged forward, burying himself as deeply as possible and ejaculated into her bowels. Don held the position for a moment, and slowly pulled out, leaving Susan's asshole gaping open and coated with the overflow of his semen. Jean, in a frenzy of excitement, took his place and began licking around and inside the hole, then fucking it with her tongue, while slipping her finger into Susan's cunt. A few minutes of this additional stimulation brought forth several additional tremors and surges, almost a second orgasm, as Susan collapsed in exhaustion and satiation. The three of them lay there for several minutes, and the Jean asked, with a smile, "That wasn't so bad, was it, honey'? We knew you would like it after you got over that first reluctance. Did it hurt at all?" "You two are going to tum me into a depraved sex fiend at this rate! No, it didn't hurt, but I felt as if I had a pole up me at first. Gods, you bu...bug...buggered me! I feel funny back there, as if I were stretched. I can't believe this. I would never let Jim even mention putting a finger into my ass, much less do it, and the idea of fucking me there would have made me sick." "But now your little asshole has been fingered and fucked, and you loved it!" "I know, but I still feel funny. Do you realize that just four months ago, in April, I had never been touched by anyone but Jim? You spanked me, we started having sex, Don screwed me and, since then, I've exposed myself to any number of people, been fucked adulterously dozens of times, sucked two different cocks and, now, my...my ass has been fucked!" As she recounted her sexual history, the whole thing just descended upon her and she began to cry. "I feel like a...a slut!" Suddenly, she found herself being hugged from both sides, and Don finally spoke. "That's the silliest thing I've ever heard of Susan! You know that you are really no different from before this started, just less repressed, fewer artificial constraints. Look, Jean has done everything you've done and she certainly is no slut! You're lying here in bed with two people who love you, doing things that make all three of us happy. What could be wrong with that?" Both of them cuddled, kissed and consoled her, Jean finally saying, "You're just having a natural reaction, dearest. You were so innocent in April, and I guess things have moved pretty rapidly since then, but I think you know that you are the better for it, much freer and self-confident." Susan was feeling better as they talked, the whole sexual thing less overwhelming, and Jean's last statement hit home, almost an epiphany. She suddenly realized that she had grown in confidence and willingness to try things. She actually had come to be proud of her body and, even, to enjoy showing it. A few months ago she knew, intellectually, that she was attractive and had an excellent figure, but, somehow, she didn't quite believe it in reality. Her behavior was regulated by a stringent set of standards reflecting the antiquated and prudish beliefs of her family. Liberated from those restraints, she did feel freer, able to set her own standards. Finally, after pondering Jean's comment, Susan said, "I think I'm probably rationalizing, at least in part, but you're right in that I'm not as bound by conventions and, probably, the better for it. I certainly am enjoying things that would have astounded me in the past. In addition, and this is very important, I don't think I'm hurting anybody, even Jim – although, I'll admit that I still feel guilty about being unfaithful sexually." Then, with a laugh, looking at Don, "But I guess that guilt hasn't created any real barriers, has it. It's funny, I don't have any virgin holes left; Jim had one and you've had two!" "You're right, honey, and that doesn't leave any new hole for poor Billy. That's just as well, for now any place he fucks you has already been broken in, and he won't have to open new territory." "Don! He's felt everything I have, and I've sucked him, but that's the only hole, my mouth, that he's going to use! I've already told him that! Heavens, I don't want to become too loose. Besides, he's too young to do that to me." "You're kidding! Too young? At his age, if he lived in a less backward area, he'd have screwed some girl long ago. You'd be just right for his first woman." "Now Don, you stop teasing her. If she doesn't want to let Billy have her, it's her choice. In any case, she has over a week to decide. Having her ass fucked is enough trauma for one night, so don't rush her." And then, archly, "Of course, it would be nice for Billy to have a beautiful, experienced woman to screw first." "Good, heavens, you're worse than he is. There is nothing to decide! In any case, if Billy needs a beautiful, experienced woman to fuck, you have a great deal more experience than I have. You take care of him! Now, if you two vulgar and disgusting people will excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom. I feel as if someone has given me an enema!" Susan woke up Friday, feeling a little soreness in her behind, but, in general, felt good about the whole situation. She lay there beside Jean, thinking, somewhat disjointedly, "I've been ass-fucked!...I can't believe it...Boy, they both had me last night...I think Jean enjoyed it almost as much as Don did...I wonder if they were just teasing me about Billy?...They certainly seemed to take it for granted that he's going to fuck me...I told him I would suck but nothing else...I wonder what it would be like...Stop thinking like that now!" With that, she got up, before Jean for once, but, instead of going downstairs, she got into bed beside Don and got under the covers. "Might as well move over here now. Boy, I really feel like being screwed this morning." As it happened, Jean was not asleep when Susan left, and she watched, surreptitiously as Susan slipped into bed with Don. Shortly afterwards, the two started feeling each other and Don proceeded to mount Susan and begin to fuck her. Both obviously were in the mood, for the action was vigorous and relatively brief before they each came. They snuggled back under the covers and quickly fell back into a relaxed slumber as Jean played with herself, very aroused by the activity in the next bed. After bringing herself off, she quietly got up, and after washing, etc., went downstairs to fix breakfast. She didn't know why, but secretly watching Don screwing another woman really turned her on, and she actually enjoyed acting like a servant and having things ready to eat when they came down together. Pondering her feelings, she wondered if the servant girl and humiliation fantasy didn't arouse her as much as it did Susan. For Susan, the feeling was exactly the opposite. For some reason she did not understand, she got a pleasant sense of superiority when she awoke beside Don and found Jean was downstairs making their breakfast again. It was not a malicious pleasure, but it did boost her ego. She had no romantic feelings for Don, as he had none for her, but it was nice to be the preferred woman in the threesome on occasion. In fact, as far as Susan could tell, Don had finished in her every time the three had been together, and, of course, every time they had screwed alone. Lying in bed Thursday night, after the ass-fucking (she still hesitated using the expression, even in her mind), Susan had tried to count the number of times Don had screwed her and came up with the staggering figure of over 40 times in 19 days, and, since he had made her three times a day during the second and third weeks, that figure probably was conservative. She suddenly had the graphic picture of oceans of cum spurting into her, washing away her inhibitions, and she giggled out loud, causing Jean to ask what was so funny. She was able to pass it off as a stray thought, but the thought of all that semen in her stayed with her until she finally fell asleep. After such as auspicious start, Friday calmed down and became an ordinary perfect day on the lake. They had been inordinately lucky in the weather, and the pattern was predicted to continue. Don and Jean took the boat and visited some friends several miles around the lake, while Susan lazed around the cabin, doing very little. The day passed with commendable slowness as vacation days should, but when Don and Jean returned, they had something new to tease Susan about. It seemed that their friends, John and Cynthia Stuart, had cruised past the cabin early in the week, and had been pleasantly surprised to see a lovely blond woman, almost nude, lying on the rocks. As they watched, she got up and walked up toward the cabin, giving then a clear view of most of her body, particularly her breasts, through the telephoto lens of their camcorder. Needless to say, Susan was absolutely mortified, but also aroused, to find that she actually had been seen when she was displaying herself to her imaginary viewers. She was even more shocked when Jean told her that the Smarts had been invited over and promised a closer view of the bathing beauty that they had photographed. Susan's response was one of shock and utter consternation. "You mean that you told them that I would be topless when they came? You must be kidding! I certainly am not going to meet your friends with my breasts bare; in fact, I'd be embarrassed to meet them at all." "Now, honey, you enjoyed walking around, pretending that someone might be watching, and it turned out that someone was. John and Cynthia are very nice people and you are going to meet them, and you are going to show your tits! You are going to show them your pretty bare tits, or else I'1l spank you harder than Don did last week!" Don joined in, by adding, "You'd better do what she says, Susan! Jean has a thing for John, and if he wants to see your tits, he's going to see them, even if it means using a little force!" They left it at that, with both women looking very stubborn. The following day began their last full weekend at the lake, and, unlike the previous Saturday, the sky was solid blue. They prepared a picnic lunch and planned a pleasant walk through the woods, circling back and ending up at the little glade to eat. For this occasion, the women were permitted to wear slacks and shirts, the most clothes Susan had worn for three weeks. Just as they were leaving, Billy came over and, of course, was invited to come along. Oddly enough, he had never been in the private woods behind the cabin, except on the drive, so he was pleased to join them. (Of course, he would have been pleased to join them on a trip through the Gobi Desert if Susan were along.) They left the food and ground covers on the way out, so they had nothing to carry, making the long walk (hardly a hike) through what really was park-like scenery, refreshing and relaxing, providing exercise without tiring exertion. By the time they were back at the glade, however, they were more than ready to eat. They spread out the ground covers, put out the food and settled down to an excellent picnic lunch, after which they all lay back and rested. The food had been good, the surroundings were beautiful and quiet, providing an excellent conclusion to an enjoyable ramble through the woods. Finally, about 3:00 PM, Jean packed up the picnic supplies and announced that she and Don had to get back, but she, rather transparently, urged Billy and Susan to follow later, saying, "Stay and enjoy the afternoon, what's left of it; there's no need for you to get up." As she said that, she gave Susan a conspiratorial wink and a knowing smile, and she and Don left. Susan and Billy were laying side-by-side on the cover, and, as soon as they were out of sight, he leaned up, ran his hand over Susan's breast and kissed her. Within five minutes he had her shirt open, revealing her bare breasts, and was working on pulling her pants, then her panties, off. Shortly afterwards, she lay completely naked as he undressed and came down beside her, his cock as hard as a rock. He ran his hands all over her, hardly believing his good fortune, concentrating on her cunt while kissing and sucking her nipples and breasts. He kissed his way down her body until he encountered her cunt hair, and moving between her legs, began licking and fingering the cunt, itself. Susan, half expecting something like this to happen as the others left, had decided to let things take their course, and relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. As his tongue found her clit, she raised and spread her legs to give him greater access to maximize her own pleasure. With sophistication beyond his experience level, he continued his caressing until she was on the verge of orgasm. As she began the telltale movements, obvious even to a neophyte, he raised up and moved over her until his cock was at her cunt hole, and pushed in. He slid into her with no opposition, her cunt welcoming the penetration and her mind never even considering stopping him. He pounded her vigorously, flattening her cunt lips with each entry, but, he was too aroused to last long. Fortunately, Susan was coming almost as soon as he entered, for very quickly he jetted his cum into her, gasping with his efforts. Despite the vigor of the screwing and the climax, he did not withdraw when finished. With the vitality and stamina of a teenage boy, his cock never wilted and he was able to continue the in-and-out action while retaining his high level of excitement. His mind and thoughts were in turmoil and the entire situation was almost beyond his comprehension. This was not some skinny high school girl, skirt up, panties down, putting out on the backseat of a car. No, this was a beautiful, fully developed older woman, a married woman, letting him strip her completely naked and fuck her – a teenage boy's fantasy realized. For Susan, the situation was unbelievably arousing. His continual, slow screwing motion kept her at a high state of excitement, and she was having a seemingly unending series of mini-orgasms that caused her to writhe under him, further feeding his growing renewal. At last, his fucking accelerated until, once again, he was pounding brutally against her cunt, squashing her beneath him as he seemingly tried to drive his cock completely through her. She erupted into a full orgasm, thrashing about under him, raising her hips high off the ground to meet his downward plunges. His explosion soon followed, and, this time, he pulled out and collapsed beside her, satiated – for the moment. They lay beside each other for some time, recovering from their exertions, neither quite believing what they had just done. Susan looked around the little glade where she and Jean had made love, and thought, "I guess I should come here with Don...everyone should have me here, I guess... gods, a teenage boy, and I never even hesitated...talk about being easy...I'll bet Jean planned this all along...and I told him nothing but sucking because I'm married...can you believe I even thought that only sucking, as if I've done that for years!" As they lay there, Billy couldn't keep his hands off of her, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, ruffling her cunt hair, etc. At last, Susan said that they'd better go, but, to her surprise, his cock was erect again and, seeing no reason to deny him, she lifted and opened her legs and directed him into herself. The rest had completely rejuvenated him, and, putting her legs over his shoulders, he proceeded to pummel her cunt with bruising force, his hips moving like a jack-hammer as he drove in and out of her. As said before, this was the type of screwing that Susan liked best, and she joined him in a frenzy of action, opening herself to his thrusts. Finally, for the third time that day, Billy emptied his balls into Susan, and, for the third time, her cunt absorbed all he could give. When they recovered their breath and aplomb, and exchanged the usual (but, this time, sincere) comments on how good it had been, they were startled to find that they had been there alone for almost two hours. They started, hurriedly, to dress, but, as Susan began to put on her sheer, nylon panties, Billy asked if he could have them as a remembrance. Blushing, to her own surprise, Susan gave them to him, and at his rather shy request, wrote the date and "Love, Susan," on them with a marking pen he fortunately had with him. Then, as an afterthought, added "Adams" after the "Susan," commenting, "You might forget who 'Susan' was!" They finished dressing, and Susan walked back the path to the cabin, while Billy floated along beside her. She said good-bye to him as they reached the cabin, and she went in to the inevitable teasing and questioning. Oddly enough, she was sort of looking forward to it. She was not disappointed in their reception, starting, with charges of "robbing the cradle," repetition of "I'm a married woman, I can't let you fuck me," and ending with Jean hugging and kissing her in congratulations for being so free. They all immediately went upstairs where Susan stripped for them, and, after explaining where her panties were, she lay down to be inspected. They found, again, a number of hickey marks coming out on her breasts and thighs, leading Jean to warn her not to let Billy do that just before the went home a week from Sunday. As Don said, "If he sees hickey marks all over your tits, Jim just might wonder what kind of vacation you had here!" Then, they had her spread her legs revealing a very puffy cunt, outer lips swollen and gaping open, with the hair on the lips in tight ringlets plastered to her skin. As when Don had fucked her the first time, the hole was clogged with cum, actually streaming out – not surprising considering that she had been screwed three times by a potent young man. Succumbing to the urge she had suppressed before, Jean moved in between Susan's legs, looking closely at her cunt, and then proceeding to lick , first, the semen coated hair, and, then, inside the cunt lips, all the way back to her asshole. Next, she inserted her tongue into the cunt hole, itself, licking and sucking the cum as it seeped out. When she was finished, Susan's cunt was moist, but clean, revealing that the cunt lips were, in fact, quite swollen and probably bruised from the belaboring they had suffered. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 08 Jean's face was flushed as she pulled back, and, breathing heavily, she said, "Boy, he really fucked you! He must have shot a quart into you to have this much coming out after all this time! He'd better watch out or he'll get some girl pregnant if he puts that much into her. Golly!" Jean was so excited that she and Don undressed and he screwed her and came inside her for the first time on the trip. When they finished, piqued by curiosity after Jean had licked her, Susan went down between Jean's legs and reciprocated, using her tongue, ending by sucking Don's cum out of her hole. It was a different experience, and one she did not find to be repellant since she had sucked Don several times and licked Jean many times; the combination was not unpleasant. However, now that she had performed cunnilingus on a freshly fucked cunt herself, she knew that Jim had to be even more aware of the different flavor than she had realized. It gave her a funny feeling when she thought that Jim had actually licked and sucked Don's cum off of and out of her own cunt, and she realized, too, that she was looking forward to repeating the act. The last time, she had been too upset to really enjoy knowing what he was tasting, but the next time she would relish it. She knew that it was a perverted thought, but having her husband suck her cunt when it was filled with cum immediately after an adulterous fucking seemed delightfully arousing. In any case, for the first time since the first night, Don did not fuck her cunt; by bedtime she was just too sore. In fact, the following day, Sunday, started a little differently from recent ones, because Susan was still too sore to screw in the morning, so they compromised on a quick sucking before breakfast. When Billy came over "to swim," in the afternoon, he was disappointed to find that "Susan was not for screwing," to paraphrase the title of a famous play. They were alone in the pool, Don and Jean discretely busy elsewhere, and Susan lay naked with her legs open to show Billy the damage he had done, a very swollen cunt. The rather blatant pose was extraordinarily exciting for Billy, and, somehow, seeing her abused cunt gave him a macho feeling of dominance over this older woman. In any case, Susan sucked his cock, her second of the day, right away, and, as he prepared to leave, she did it again. She thought, chastising herself for the language which she had gotten from Don, "I'm really turning into a real cocksucker. Won't Jim be surprised if I do it for him?" Monday turned out to be a day that Susan would rather forget, at least, part of it. She had almost forgotten about the Stuarts and their upcoming visit until arrangements were made by a phone call that morning. When they were due to arrive, Susan and Jean were on the deck, Susan wearing only a pair of shorts, a compromise Jean offered after first demanding just a pair of panties. Susan was mortified already, not knowing what to do. Jean was absolutely insistent, to the degree that she almost dragged Susan out of the door and sat her on a chaise. Susan was sitting there, cringing and covering her breasts with her arms in anticipation of the Stuarts imminent arrival. Her face was a picture of fatalistic consternation, certain that doom was coming and not knowing what to do. Suddenly, the Stuart's boat cruised past the cabin and went around the rocks to the dock. Shortly afterwards, two figures came up the stairs from the dock and headed for the deck. All Susan could see were two people with graying hair outlined against the sky, but suddenly she went almost berserk, jumping up off the chaise and, before Jean could react, headed for the door. She leaped up and chased after her, catching her just inside the cabin and grabbing her arm. As John and Cynthia came up the steps, they were greeted with the sight of Jean dragging Susan out of the door by her arm like a mother pulling a reluctant child into a recital. Susan was crying and beseeching Jean to let her go, that she couldn't, "go out there like this." It was an astounding and erotic sight, Susan's blond head, looking downward as if to hide her face, her breasts heaving and swaying with her efforts to pull away and her feet braced holding her back from Jean's determined tugging. When she was finally outside, Susan tried to hit Jean and, once, even tried to bite the hand that was gripping her arm. That was too much for Jean to take. Already infuriated by Susan's rebellion in front of her friends, the excessive struggling made her as furious as she had been that night of the first spanking. Waving the Stuarts toward the chairs, she fell back on the chaise, taking Susan with her, forced her over her knee and, holding her in place easily with her left hand, ripped her shorts and panties down to her knees from where they fell to her ankles. Susan was kicking and twisting, trying to break away, but to no avail as Jean began viciously to whack her bottom. At first, there was the sound of thunderous slaps, punctuated by cries of pain and fury. Susan hips took on the color of a ripe tomato as the blows rained down, the spanking sound reverberating over the entire area. No more than five feet away, the Stuarts could see every detail of the thrashing inflicted on Susan's defenseless ass, as well as flashes of her cunt as she writhed and twisted. The cheeks of her buttocks quivered and bounced as the spanking hand rose and fell, round mounds of flesh that were as resilient as rubber balls. Cynthia, the photographer of the two, had her camcorder with her and recorded the scenes that would further humiliate Susan later, but, for right now, the realization that two strangers were watching her chastisement was mortification enough. For John and Cynthia, the incredible sight before them was extraordinarily stimulating, and, figuratively at least, their eyes were glued to Susan's lovely bottom. Inevitably, the cumulative effect of the blows to her posterior broke Susan's resistance, and she lay, quiescent across Jean's knee, absorbing the punishment while crying profusely. Equally inevitably, Jean's rage died out and the spanking ended with the usual caressing and probing that always followed the punishment. This time, however, the normally pleasant and reassuring feeling Susan received from this fondling of her ass and cunt was replaced with further embarrassment from realizing the two other people were seeing her handled so intimately. This brought forth another burst of tears, and she slid off of Jean's lap and lay huddled on the floor like a little child who has been spanked in public and wants to hide its shame. Jean would have none of that, however, and standing up, she reached down and lifted Susan to her feet, supporting her when her rubbery legs almost collapsed under her. "Now, stand up, Susan," Jean ordered. "Turn around, behave yourself, and say hello to John and Cynthia Stuart." Susan finally forced herself to look up, her face as crimson as her bottom, and say a meek hello. For the Stuarts, the picture presented was unbelievable. A lovely woman, thoroughly chastened, standing completely naked before them, her breasts standing straight out with prominent, erect nipples, a flat stomach ending with a mass of curly blond pubic hair over long, shapely legs – truly a view to arouse any man, and probably most women. They were goggle-eyed, but managed weak "hellos" of their own, after which things settled down. The Stuarts were somewhat older than Don and Jean, being in their early fifties, but looked to be considerably younger, and their sexual reaction to Susan's nakedness was quite youthful. Cynthia's face was somewhat flushed, but John's reaction was what might be expected, a hard cock unsuccessfully hidden in his pants. However, despite the extraordinary circumstances, they all set back, Susan still naked and horribly embarrassed, and talked for a few minutes. Then, Jean got up and said that she would get some drinks and snacks, telling Susan to stay and talk to the Stuarts. Susan seemed to shrivel up, but did as she was told. Shortly afterwards, Cynthia got up, and with a wink to John, said that she would go help Jean. When she and Jean returned with the snacks after about fifteen minutes, John and Susan were sitting and talking, and much of Susan's self-consciousness had vanished, although she blushed beet red when she looked at Cynthia. The rest of the visit went very well, everything considered, and, by the time the company left, Susan was surprisingly comfortable being the only one naked. I in fact, when the Stuarts left, she walked down to the shore with Jean, and stood, completely nude, to wave goodbye as their boat came back around the rocks. It gave her a funny, but rather pleasant feeling, to see Cynthia aiming her camcorder at the two of them, and she couldn't help but wonder how she looked. As they turned to go in, Jean asked, "Are you ok, honey'? I shouldn't have treated you like that, but you know my temper – not that that is any excuse." "Oh, I 'm fine, except for a very sore bottom which needs some lotion. Boy, you real1y spanked me! That was as bad as the ping pong paddle." As they climbed the stairs, Susan went on, "It was mostly my fault, anyway, for I just went wild and couldn't help myself. I even tried to bite you!" "I know! That's what really set me off. What on earth caused you to fight like that? I know that you were embarrassed, but you did go wild." "Well, you know that I hated being exposed like that when they were coming, but I had resigned myself and I had even gotten a little excited about the idea, the way I usually do when you force me to do something sexy. But, when they came up the stairs from the dock, all I could see was their silhouettes against the water, and Cynthia's hair and her shape looked just like my mother, and I almost had a heart attack. All I could think of was her reaction if she saw me standing almost naked waiting to meet company....there's no word for it. There is something else, too. I had a horrible experience years ago that I must have buried in my mind somehow. I suddenly remembered everything and I can't conceive as to how I could have buried it so deep, but it explains why being spanked caused me to erupt – even when Jim was just playing with me. I'll tell you about it sometime, but not now. In any case, I just lost control completely and I just had to get out of there, to hide myself, but you wouldn't let me. As I said, I just went wild." " 'Oh, I am sorry, Susan, I would have let you go if I'd had any idea that something like that had happened. Did that feeling go away?" "Not until you, and Cynthia, went in to get the drinks." She hesitated, and in a faltering voice, asked, "Did....did you know that he screwed me while you were gone? I was so afraid you two would come back and catch us, but you know how I am after a spanking, very submissive, and he just took me. I was very hot, of course, so it felt wonderful, and it didn't take long for either of us to come." "You silly little thing! Why do you think she came in with me? She knew that he wanted to fuck you and she was getting out of the way. Now, I suppose it's silly to say don't be embarrassed, but we watched through the window and she even used her camcorder to record the whole thing! It was fascinating, and you looked unbelievably sexy." "Oh, my God, Jean, you're kidding! Ooh, and I thought being spanked in front of them was humiliating, but, oh, how could you?" Susan hid her head in her hands in absolute mortification and shame. Oh, my heavens, what if someone sees that tape? "Now, don't worry. Remember, John is on the tape, screwing you, and they certainly won't let that be seen. She said that they would make a copy for us, though. Boy, Don will love that!" "Oh, Jean, I'll die!" Then, after lying there for a minute or so while Jean massaged the lotion into her bottom, she asked in a low voice, "You say I looked sexy?" "That's better! Yes, very sexy and very pretty! Now, tum over and let me see your pussy." Susan turned over on her back, raised and spread her legs, opening her cunt to view. Jean looked it over carefully, noting once again the ringlets of moist hair and the wet, slightly puffy cunt lips. "Well, you're not swollen as you were with Billy, of course, but you can tell that you've been screwed. I guess a used cunt tends to look like a used cunt, no matter who did it." With that comment, she leaned forward and began gently licking, causing Susan to arch up and down and, finally, surge upward in orgasm. Jean leaned back, thinking, and then said, "Fucked cunts do look alike, but the taste is definitely different, depending on who did the fucking. I'm surprised at myself, but I do enjoy licking you after you've been screwed. You'll have to come over sometime after Jim has had you, and I'll see how different it is from the others." "My God, Jean, do you realize what you just did'? You compared how my cunt tastes after different men have been in me! Just think, in April, no one but Jim had ever even seen my cunt, and now three other men have made me! I think that it's a good thing we're going home soon, before anyone else has a chance at me. " As it happened, no one else did have a chance at her. The last week went as last weeks usually do, sorry to see the vacation end, but eager to get home. While Susan and Jim had talked each week on the phone, she could hardly wait to see him, but she was enjoying the attention, and the sex, she was getting from Don and Billy. Billy, in particular, was eager to "see" (read "screw") her every day, and she basked in his ardor and infatuation, "putting out" in return. Needless to say, he was crushed when Sunday came and departure was imminent, but he was consoled somewhat by Don and Jean promising to bring her back again, perhaps in the fall. (A final trip back to the forest glade the last Sunday morning also helped!) At last, that Sunday afternoon, the July trip to Maine came to an end. They loaded the car and headed home, but the end of the trip was not as traumatic as its beginning, for Susan, without prompting or threats, wore only a shirt that barely reached below her cunt. In addition, on the way home, she casually let the shirt hem rise over her cunt hair, and, instead if cringing in the seat as she had on the way up, she enjoyed making a rather blatant, but attractive, display while remaining anonymous, giving a treat to several observers who were lucky enough to look down from their trucks at the right time. They arrived about 5:00 PM, and, for Susan, it was peculiar to be home alone, for the first time in a month intending to sleep alone and by herself in a separate room. Jim would not be home until Monday evening, giving her time to acclimatize herself to her home surroundings and to prepare a big welcome home, but it still felt strange and a little lonely. However, several hours after arriving, time to unpack and settle in, Don and Jean came over to keep her company and to have one last threesome before the vacation was officially over. It was a very pleasant, unhurried evening, and all three were well satisfied sexually when they finished. Afterward, Don went back home to get ready for work the next day, leaving Jean and Susan alone to talk. The conversation was rather desultory, but, finally, Susan hesitantly broached a subject that had been on her mind for some weeks, by simply saying, "Jean, I'm pregnant!" She waited with bated breath the get Jean's response. Jean smiled broadly, and replied, "I've assumed that for at least two weeks, honey. Are you sure?" "Oh yes! I'm never late, and I'm more than a week overdue now. And, last week, when we were at the drug store, I got one of those early test kits, and it was positive. You know how much I wanted this, but. ...but you know it wasn't Jim! How do you feel?" Again, she waited, without breathing, watching Jean's face. "Don't be silly, sweetheart! Don screwed you almost every day this month and several times a day right in the middle of your cycle. I assumed, actually hoped, that he would "knock you up" since Jim couldn't and you wanted it so badly. When we decided on this trip and you with no birth control, I thought it was inevitable. I certainly think it's wonderful, if you're happy." "Oh, Jean, dear, you're wonderful! I couldn't be happier. I never really liked the idea of adoption except as an absolute last resort, and artificial insemination was something I couldn't even consider. But, there is one thing. Does...does Don know about Jim's problem and will he know that he got me pregnant?" "No to both questions, honey. I never told him why you were so upset last winter, and, before we left, he asked me if you were on the pill, and I said "no," that you had just gotten pregnant. He thinks Jim did it last month, so he won't be the least bit suspicious. I told him that Jim didn't know yet, and not to say anything. It should work out perfectly, for while Don is considerably bigger, he and Jim are similar in coloring, hair, even eyes!" Susan let out a huge sigh of relief, and said, "You really are wonderful! You obviously had this whole thing planned out long ago. In any case, I knew that Don would screw me in Maine and I deliberately didn't use protection hoping that this would happen, so I guess we're both schemers. Now, I'd better go back on the pill after the baby comes, or Don will get me pregnant again. In any case, it certainly wasn't artificial insemination! Well, if both Don and Jim think I got pregnant in June, and you are happy, I am ecstatic! I am going to be a mother, Jim a father and you a godmother. Now I really can't wait for Jim to come home!" " Epilogue Jim's homecoming was a great success, and the news of Susan's pregnancy made the occasion doubly happy. That the conception happened in June never was questioned, and their path to parenthood went smoothly. When Susan reached the point at which regular sexual intercourse was no longer attractive, she volunteered a new sexual activity, cocksucking, an activity which surprised and delighted Jim, given her steadfast opposition to any such practice in the past. (While ass-fucking continued as an occasional procedure with Don during threesomes, it was much later that Susan permitted that "perversion" to be included in her martial repertoire.) All- in-all, the sexual development of Susan Adams worked out well for all concerned. Don and Jean obviously enjoyed the expansion of their sexual universe to include a third party, an expansion that seemed to have no downside. Don's gain was most evident, the opportunity to screw a beautiful woman with his wife's full approval and participation. Don obviously couldn't fuck Susan as often as at the lake, but he still used her cunt and mouth regularly and her ass occasionally. Jean loved the relationship with Susan, the lesbian type sex, the dominance which permitted occasional spankings and, perhaps most of all, her new position of godmother which, in this case, brought many of the benefits of motherhood without the problems. For Jim, the metamorphose of his wife from a prudish, inhibited woman to one who was sexually aware, self-confident and willing to experiment with variant activities, was unbelievable but wonderful. Still demure and reserved at the proper times, she now was comfortable with more fashionable dressing and behavior. Most important, however, was the releasing of her light-hearted, happy nature by finally becoming pregnant, exorcizing all those demons created by her family background, permitting their marriage to flourish. Jim was happily amazed when Susan, without prompting on his part, voluntarily sucked his cock, and, if she seemed quite proficient for a complete neophyte, that was no reason to complain. And, if her cunt continued to be extraordinarily wet after the Friday night sessions (and other times), he, again, had no reason to complain since he liked her that way. As many men have found, usually without being aware of it, screwing (or sucking) their wives after another man has fucked her provides the best, well lubricated, sex of all. Sex And Susan Adams Ch. 08 Happiest of all, of course, was Susan, herself. She never stopped being thankful for that first spanking, which began her liberation. It saved her marriage and, possibly, her sanity, laying the groundwork for her sexual emancipation and the banishment of that omnipresent censor that had plagued her. It runs counter to conventional morality to say that lesbian sex, exhibitionism, and multiple acts of adultery, combined with other sexual acts that have been called perversions, can lead to a better, freer and fuller life, but that is just what happened. In early April of the following year, almost exactly one year after the first spanking, Susan had a baby boy, and two years later, also in April, a little girl. A happy family, a good sex life, very close friends – what more could one ask.