Susan woke and looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was almost five-thirty. It was late afternoon and she had been asleep for several hours. Then she looked at the man, Bob, still asleep in bed beside her, remembering the pleasure they had shared.
Slowly, so as to not wake him, she rose and made her way to the shower. Once under the warm water, she began to think about her recent experiences with Bob: cumming twice in a restaurant last night as she and Bob had played with each other under the table; blowing Bob in the car, with the mike of his CB keyed for truckers to hear her slurps and moans and Bob's grunt as he came in her mouth. Once at her house, they had talked the rest of the night, sitting nude in the living room. This morning, she and Bob had begun again and she had been both eaten and fucked. Cuddling in bed afterward, they had both fallen asleep.
Suddenly, Susan realized that she was playing with her pussy and clit, rubbing as the warm water ran over her body. A moan escaped her lips and she bent slightly, wanting to continue, to cum again. But she forced herself to stop, not wanting to waste any of her sexual passion on solo masturbation. Bob would wake soon and take care of that. They had all night and the rest of the week, as he had called in to his work, informing them he would be out of the office for the rest of the week.
Susan finished showering, dried herself off, slipped on a robe and moved toward the bedroom door. She felt an urge to move over to Bob and kiss him softly, gently - - perhaps even lovingly? Instead, she left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
This was the first time in a long time she had felt this way about a man. He was fun to be with and amazing with sex, secure enough in his manhood to try anything she wanted to, anything that might pleasure her. She didn't want a slave, but it had been wonderful to be with a man whose masculinity wasn't threatened by her desires. He had let her fuck his ass with a strap-on, something she had never done with a man before, having just bought the strap-on after seeing a woman using one in a video. He had complied eagerly when she asked him to eat his cum from her pussy, another first for her.
Bob was playful, kind, considerate, and also married. Susan had known that when she went out with him. She usually preferred going out with married men, at least those who had not had affairs before. They were safer; there was less chance of a sexual disease. As things stood now, she believed she would continue the affair as long as Bob wanted to.
They had met because of a mix-up involving Gina, Susan's next door neighbor and best friend. Gina had made reservations for the two of them at a dinner theater. Susan arrived in her car and was seated when the waiter brought a message that Gina would not be able to make it. The dinner theater had been set up for four people at a table and they had been booked to share a table with a man and his wife. The man was Bob, and after he too was seated, the waiter came with a note that his wife would not be there. That had left the table for the two of them.
At first, they had spoken politely, but both felt the attraction. By the end of the play, Bob had invited Susan to a coffee shop and they had talked for almost two more hours. Both were amazed at the intimate level reached in their conversation. Bob had learned that Susan was divorced, having been married only once, and that a complete disaster. She was not about to try it again. Susan learned that although Bob was married, his marriage had problems; his wife seemed to have intimacy problems with him and in the last year, they had stopped having sex. Bob had not, though, turned to having an affair, at least not yet. At the end of the evening, Bob had asked her go to out with him, and she had agreed.
Susan thought about how fortunate it had been that Gina had not been able to make it to the theater. Otherwise she might not have gotten to know Bob.
Gina was Susan's best friend and confidant. They talked openly and shared intimate details of their lives. Susan would tell Gina about her dates and Gina would push for details about the sex, which Susan enjoyed giving her. It was something about her exhibitionist streak. Gina, in turn, would tell Susan about her own sex life, both with her husband and with various men. Gina had a very healthy libido and since her husband seemed to enjoy his work more than his wife, there were a number of different men.
Their sexual sharing had reached very intimate depths. They sometimes shared a glass - - or more - - of wine or a few drinks as they talked about experiences and occasionally, after enough drinks, has watched sex videos together. In the past three months, they had moved to masturbating while watching.
Masturbating together had not been a great leap, although the first time they were well on the way to being drunk before they did, and neither knew exactly how it had started. In addition to sharing details of their sex lives and watching sex videos together, they had seen each other nude many times as they frequently used Susan's spa.
Although they had never had sex with each other, Susan suspected Gina was bisexual. She had to admit to herself that she although she herself had never had sex with another woman, she had sometimes fantasized about it.
Gina! Gina knew about the date and Susan wanted to tell her best friend about the sex last night and this morning. She hit the speed dial and Gina answered.
"How was he, Susan?"
"God, he was wonderful."
"Well, go on. I need some stimulation. Ronnie is working out of town tonight – again. Give me the details. Did you fuck him?"
Susan giggled, telling Gina in detail about the entire evening and the next morning. When she got to the part about using her strapon on Bob, Gina stopped her.
"He let you put your strapon in his ass?"
"Yesssss, and encouraged me to fuck him hard. Not only that, he ate his cum out of my pussy!" Susan giggled again.
"Oh Fuck! I am so wet thinking about it. I have to come over to talk with you. Where is he now?"
"In bed asleep. You can come over until he wakes up. I don't know that he would feel comfortable with someone else knowing he's here since he's married."
"I understand. I will be right over."
"I'll make us something to drink."
After hanging up, Susan felt warm, shrugged her robe off onto the chair and moved nude to the kitchen. Going from one cabinet to another, Susan got out glasses, a bottle of tequila and some margarita mix. The blender was a bit dusty and she moved to the sink to rinse it. The window over the sink was open and she could hear a creaking noise, indicating that her friend had entered the gate to her yard and would momentarily be at her back door. She smiled as she watched Gina round the corner of her house, stop momentarily at the window and pause to look at her.
At that moment, Susan's smile turned to surprise as she felt two hands parting her ass cheeks and a tongue lick her puckered asshole.
"Goddamn!" She blurted out, pushing her ass back onto the tongue.
"What . . .?" Gina replied, just as surprised. One moment she had been looking through the kitchen window at her friend smiling at her. The next, her friends eyes had closed and her head was thrown back.
"Oh God! Don't stop!" Susan gasped hoarsely as the tongue paused briefly as its owner suddenly realized that someone was there besides the owner of the ass. "Don't stop." She moaned again.
Then her eyes open and she looked at Gina, "He's licking my asshole!"
"Oh my God!" Gina replied, watching her friend's tits and entire upper body move as Susan pushed her ass back onto the face behind her. Both Susan's lower body and Bob were hidden by the kitchen cabinet.
Bob had woken to find Susan out of the bedroom and had gone in search of her. He had gotten to the kitchen door as she was moving toward the sink and seeing her nude body, he wanted more than anything else in the world to lick her sexy asshole again. He moved silently across the floor on his hands and knees, unaware that they soon would not be alone.
"Can I come in and watch?" Gina gasped.
