BREEDING SUSAN
As told in my story, "Husbands, Wives and Intimate Friends," Ingmar had profited from getting his wife, Susan, to condescend, onto their friend Gene's bed. She had been a rather cold, aloof, very dignified woman, befitting her position as a college professor. It was her first lesson in the pleasures of putting out to another man. She had returned to her husband still orgasmic, her mind full of erotic details to tell him and her cunt full of another man's spunk to show him.
Ingmar was thirteen years older than Susan. Theirs was her first marriage and his second. He had two children by his first wife and then got a vasectomy. At 27, Susan felt an urge to motherhood. Ingmar argued that it would interfere with her professional career. He challenged her, thinking she just wanted an issue for complaint, to get a stud to service her. He reserved the choice of sire, their friend and best man at their wedding, Gene.
Susan was surprised by how exciting sex with their friend, Gene, was. She was flattered by how easily she had excited him and how much he had enjoyed her. Now, she wondered whether to reassume her dignity and aloofness, or to retain a deeply intimate relationship with him. Should she allow such familiarities as a hug, even a kiss on her lips--not in front of his wife, Jane, of course, or in public, but when they were alone? Being alone with Gene might lead to more sex, though. Ingmar certainly wouldn't mind seeing Gene hug and kiss her, not after he'd encouraged her to excite Gene to fuck her!
The day after Gene had fucked Susan (three times!) and Ingmar had reveled to fuck her with a pussy full of Gene's sperm, as they lingered in bed, he reminded her:
"Since you so obviously enjoyed mating with Gene, such that you risked him impregnating you, do you want a baby enough to let him impregnate you?"
"He's your choice, and I was sexually attracted to him enough to let him fuck me, so that we have become the most intimate of friends. At twenty-four, he was virile enough to fuck me three times on one date, so he could easily impregnate me."
"Need I remind you also, that he gave you several orgasms, which makes his sperm stay in you longer and that he would make a baby in you during extreme sexual excitement and passionate love-making?"
"You don't miss an argument! Yes, I was extremely aroused while he felt me up, stripped me naked and ate my pussy to my first orgasm. I found sex with him extremely exciting, partly because I knew when he ogled me in my bikini that he lusted for me and partly because we were committing adultery for him to have me. That you wanted me to put out to him, excited me, too. Somewhere during our fucking, we seemed to remember that we already had a love relationship as friends and the sex became making love. Aren't you jealous?'
"I'm glad that Gene melted your reserve and made you, not only sexier but also more loving."
"You're very understanding. Oh-oh! Do you plan to use that on me?"
"In you, you sexy witch!"
After giving Susan a good fucking, that afternoon, Ingmar called Gene and asked him up to talk. Susan opened the door and smiled,
"He's in the study; he wants a private talk with you."
She smiled again, as Gene looked her up and down. She wore a miniskirt and a blouse with a low neckline. She looked at his lips. He kissed her and squeezed her buttocks. She accepted his tongue and offered hers. He moved his hands to the outside of her thighs and felt her up, raising her skirt as he advanced. Susan felt his cock harden against her belly.
"I guess that answers one of my questions about us. I thought that after you had me and made your sexual conquest of me, you'd lose interest."
Susan gently pushed Gene toward the study.
Ingmar rose to shake hands.
"Congratulations on your conquest of Susan, and thank you for overcoming her reserve! You've melted her into a warmer, more sexually generous woman."
"Thank you for sharing her!"
"From what she told me, she became very responsive to your attentions and even passionately engaged with you. I gather that my wife warmed up into a good fuck for you, since she said you fucked her three times!"
"I found Susan very good in my bed."
"I think she would be disappointed, after such a display of ardor, if you didn't want to have her again, and again. I know I'd be offended if my wife weren't a good enough lay for you to return for more."
"Oh, I find her much more desirable now."
"Then you'd like to fuck my wife at least once a week, if not more?"
"If Susan wants it, I could not resist her."
"Next time, I want to watch you heat her up and take her. We will give her four helping hands, out of her clothes and all over her naked body. Then you take over while I watch how much you enjoy fucking my wife and much she enjoys you doing it to her. I hope she will give a very exciting performance in her new role of slutwife. This will be your next step toward fucking her regularly. We want you to breed her. However, this would require mating with her more often than once a week."
"Wow! That's a great compliment! Actually, Jane has been considering a week's sabbatical in Virginia."
"How soon?"
"She tentatively signed up for it and would leave in about two weeks."
"Perfect! I'll see that Susan encourages her."
The next day, Susan visited Jane in their apartment.
"Jane, how exciting the sabbatical sounds! You must go! Ingmar and I will keep Gene company. We'll take care of him for you." Susan smiled.
To Jane, Susan's enthusiasm and excited smile seemed out of character. What was up with her? Did she want Gene to get up her? Jane knew that Ingmar wanted to swap Susan to Gene in exchange for Jane. Susan was too reserved even to try to seduce Gene, much less put out to him.
The evening of the day Jane left, Susan invited Gene to supper in their apartment. Susan opened the door and smiled. She wore mini-dress with a brightly colored floral print. It left her arms bare, displayed her bare legs about 6" above her knees, and showed some cleavage, with her B-cup tits boosted by a push-up bra! Her dark brown hair trailed long down her back, most of which was bare.
"My, do you look pretty, Susan!"
"Thank you, Gene!"
"And sexy!"
"Well, I was busy in the kitchen and asked Ingmar to answer the door, but he wanted me to greet you. I'm glad I left a hot stove to greet a hot guy!"
They embraced warmly. Gene caressed Susan's bare back as they exchanged an open-mouthed kiss.
"Oh, you're giving me shivers and goose bumps--already! Ingmar seldom goes shopping for clothes for me, but this time, he wanted to make sure I got something sexy and revealing."
"I look forward to seeing you sit down in that short, tight dress!"
"I'm nervous about that and what the two of you will do to me!"
"I hope you enjoy a new and exciting sensation."
Gene lingered to ogle Susan's legs and ass while she walked about her kitchen.
Susan was a good cook. She roasted potatoes and broccoli, broiled a sirloin steak and made tasty salad of lettuce, cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, herbs and Italian dressing. Ingmar had chosen an expensive Cabernet. For a cosmopolitan European, he did not choose proper wine glasses, but small ones open like a vase. He kept filling Susan's to the brim, but she was game to drink all that he poured.
