Stan checked on dinner while Susan relaxed her spasming thigh muscles in the hot tub. She had never experienced the type of orgasm Stan had brought her to with her husband. In fact, it had been beyond her wildest imagination. She wondered how much of her euphoria was just based on the initial release she had had with him. After all, they were both yearning for so long to find this happiness and bliss. They had waited longer than either of them had ever really planned. If she had known it would be like this, she would have given into her desires much faster. She couldn't wait to see what she was in store for later that night.
She leaned back in the tub and took in her new life with a deep breath of satisfaction. She had made some tough choices over the past few months, but she now didn’t regret one of them—especially not this hot tub. Stan was the perfect lover for her. She had entered her marriage as a virgin, a choice she still did not regret. The only thing she regretted is that her ex-husband had been reluctant to grow with her sexually. She had always suspected that there was an incredible world out there to discover, and now she had the perfect companion. He was so tender, yet so skilled and experienced. She re3flected on the fact that they had both ended up locked in marriages of convenience with people they grew apart from. They were kindred souls—free spirits, that had been confined too long.
Susan rubbed her jaw. It was a bit sore from the workout she had just given it. She had always been doubtful of oral skill and had even tried to rehearse the oral act in preparation of this time. She had felt silly practicing, but she was glad she had done it. She suspected that Stan was even happier. She had decided weeks ago to give him this pleasure on their first encounter after he had told her about his ex wife having held back that act from him for so long. She could not understand how a woman could be so selfish, or for that matter so silly.
Even though her own experience had been limited to just one man, she had figured out a long time ago that it was intoxicating to pleasure a man in this way. The power of having a man completely in her control and at her mercy was a rush, not to mention that it was incredibly satisfying to give pleasure to one you loved. For that matter, revving Stan’s engine in such away had fringe benefits, she was still experiencing the slight flutter in her loins that he had caused after she had primed him in such a way.
It was very liberating not to worry about appearances. She enjoyed the role of seductress and Stan welcomed it. Their mutual pleasure was enhanced by the constant exchange of the role of aggressor. The competition of pleasure giving was a wonderful spice. It allowed Susan to completely unwind and experience the best sex possible. She didn't understand sexual hypocrisy. Why do people repress the greatest gift of all. She was done with being “the good example” or living up to society's twisted definition of a “lady.” She was done being a sexual prude. Susan always wondered what it would be like to explore her sexuality. In Stan she had found both captive audience and tender guide. He too was looking to discover his true self. He welcomed her own discovery as it led him further down his own path and journey.
Susan slipped into the water and smiled. She never would have believed that she could feel this free and vibrantly alive. Her entire body thrummed with delicious excitement. Her mind danced with ideas on what sexual joy she would seek to discover next. She had read Stan Auslandur’s stories of romance and seduction with curiosity. A small part of her had always wondered how much of it had been truth and how much had been fantasy.
Now she was finding the very depth of his character as she also explores the depth of his desire and it is a wondrous journey. How wonderful it is that she can learn from a man that has such knowledge and experience with an appetite that is strong from years of hunger in his bad marriage. Being with him is like being present at an epiphany and new birth. She splashed the water at her thoughts and began to craft how the rest of the evening would go. Her mind revisited his stories in search for a new desire to present to him. By the time Stan appeared with a towel and oil at the side of the spa, she had her plan in place. He tenderly dried her and rubbed oil on her back and shoulders before presenting her with a robe.
They ate dinner quietly, still basking in the after-sex. Susan was amazed at how well the man could cook. Where had he been all her life? Stan smiled at her over dinner. The food had recharged him, and something told him he would soon need that new energy. Never in is wildest dreams did he think he would awaken the young vixen that lurked in her quiet misery. The idea of a night of wild romping seemed to be a mere foreshadowing of what their entire life together might hold. Where had she been all his life? He mused into the liquid of his second cup of wine, but decided quite frankly that he was only happy that he knew her now.
The dinner was filled with not so subtle innuendoes and propositions. After much flirting and giggling Susan reminded him that he had promised her a massage and dinner. He smiled at her and told her to get a shower while he made things ready. Stan started a fire in the vast living room and spread out the overstuffed pillows around the bear-skin rug in front of the fire. He out to his car to find his kit of body creams and oils, planning to initiate Susan into a higher plane of love making. He picked some soft music and programmed the sound system for continuous play, while Susan finished her shower.
Susan came down the stairs a few moments later wearing a red satin kimono robe with matching high-heeled pumps. Stan watched the rolling muscles of her shapely legs, accentuated by the red high-heels, as she moved across the room. She went over to the sound system. Looking over her shoulder as she selected different music, she informed Stan that she wanted to dance for him. Her body started to move smoothly the moment the music floated through the system. Her body swayed back and forth in time with the music. The robe slipped softly to the floor. Stan eyes grew as he saw Susan modeling the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen. She pushed him back on the couch and danced in front of him. Every time he reached out for her she brushed his hands away playfully and continued to tease him with her gyrating body.
Stan sat back and enjoyed the private floor-show she put on for him. She bent over and reached her ankles, pumping her ass back and forth in his face. She turned and twisted, slowly undressing before him, keeping in perfect rhythm with the dance-mix. Susan stretched her leg up and planted her foot on the arm of the couch and crouched down into Stan's face. He nuzzled the pink depth as she bumped her hips back and forth. She pulled away before Stan won her over and teased him some more. His hands caressed her soft thighs and hips as she turned in front of him. Susan danced out of his reach and sat, spreading her legs, on the oak coffee table in front of Stan. She wet her fingers and showed Stan how pink and juicy her pussy was by spreading the lips wide with them. She twirled her fingers in her twat, rapidly stoking her rosebud clit. Susan cooed as she masturbated in front of Stan.
