xxx-My Husband Put His Goo in Sue

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By Lauren McAllister

I guess I’m a bit of an oddball when it comes to sex. Oh, I’ve dabbled in most of the requisite pleasurous corporal activities. Lots of experimentation with both puds and penises while I was in high school and college. And there have been a number of threesomes and a smattering of couple swapping during my married years. Well, one has to discover which specific base acts of impropriety float one’s boat, doesn’t one?

My personal peccadillo? I become super turned-on by watching other women cum. The looks on their faces, the loss of control, the language! – I pretty well love every aspect of that magic moment of release in those of the female persuasion. Don’t ask me why. We gals can’t control these things. Think about it, at least 8 women have been sexually attracted to Larry King. I mean, go figure!

For quite a while, I satisfied myself by wanking to computer porn but that can only get you so far. Plus, office chairs really aren’t built for intense sexual activity, though lord knows they should be!

After much deliberation and soul searching, with my hand hammering away between my legs, I reached the inevitable conclusion that the only way I was really ever going to receive the kind of fulfillment I desired, was to let my hubby have sex with other women.

Danny, bless his little male heart, tried so hard to not be delighted (apart from the instant boner in his pants, when I brought it up). He hummed and hawed the requisite amount and shook his head doubtfully (probably sensing that it was some sort of female trap I was luring him into). Eventually, though, he managed somehow to come around to my way of thinking. We would conspire together to seduce my friends – he would fuck them and I would watch.

Why literally fuck over my friends, you ask? I felt it would be somewhat safer (especially with all those naughty and unsightly diseases that could be lurking in the genitals of strangers) if we kept our little “hobby” confined to people (and by that, I mean gals) who’ve enjoyed a relatively confined number of partners d’amore. And okay, the idea of Dan banging married women added an extra layer of salacious icing on my admittedly-kinky cake.

Our fiendish plot involved two time-honored tools of unintended sexual immodesty; a hot tub and alcohol. So far, it has worked like a charm. Who knew it would be so easy to get women to dropkick their marriage vows for some mid-priced merlot and a few gallons of bubbling water. I was wanking myself silly as a lady after lady allowed her gramentry to fall and her peach to be plundered.

Of all my gal pals, Susan probably presented the toughest set of panties to crack. Her husband had often moaned to Danny over beers that sex was far from a major driving force in her life. If they did it a couple of times a month, he considered himself lucky. And even then, it wasn’t like she was setting the mattress on fire with the heat of her passion.

Sue was going to take a considerable amount of toil and diligence but it would just make the venereal victory all the sweeter.

Phase One: Lunch/Lunches

Over some cannelloni au gratin and crab cakes, I would scandalize her with tales of how good Danny was dans la boudoir. I would regale her with tales of faint-inducing orgasms and rich creamy jism too plentiful to swallow in one gulp. While Susan didn’t exactly rub her hands together in horndog glee, she didn’t rush to change the subject to the price of groceries. I took this to be a good sign, though Operation: Shoot the Goo in Sue was far from a sure thing.

Phase Two: Dinner and Lots and Lots of Drinks

After about a month or two of noontime grazing, I invited her over for a home-cooked supper (which I picked up on my way home from the office). Bill worked late on Thursdays, so it was a perfect excuse to have her over alone. We’d guzzle wine while Dan pretended to make dinner and giggle over some silly girlie thing or other. I’d rub her shoulders or play with her hair as we talked.

Yet more wine with the meal.

Once her brain had been fairly lubricated, I’d pretend to be drunker than I actually was. “Mmm. He’s such a good cook and so good in bed. What more could a girl ask for?”

Sue
would blush and chew a little harder on her caramelized carrots.
After dinner, we’d sit out on the porch and stare at the stars. When I sensed Susan was in the right frame of mind – somewhere between delightfully inebriated and unconscious – I’d stretch out my arms, yawn and suggest that we all get in the hot tub (Sans apparel, naturally.).

The first three times, she turned me down flat. I didn’t push it. I was playing the long game. The fourth time, I could tell that it wasn’t entirely out of the question but she had to get home early. Damn!

I pushed a little harder this time in my charmingly faux-drunken manner. “Well young lady, you shall just have to join us in the tub on your next visit and we will accept no arguments. Will we Danny?”

“Whatever you say, sweetie,” he smiled weakly.

I had coached hubby to be somewhat reticent. If he was too eager, then all she’d be thinking about was Dan maniacally ogling her tits and snatch the whole time and balk. We were approaching the final innings now and every move we made had to be the correct one.

When she arrived the next Thursday, I could tell Susan was nervous. No doubt, she’d been thinking about being naked in front of Danny all week. Luckily, I already had her first glass of merlot in my hand when I greeted her at the door. It was definitely a shoulder-massage sort of night.

After a quart and a half of red, and a fair amount of subtly sensual muscle rubbing from yours truly, she finally started to relax a little. Dinner was an extra-specially tasty delight, though not too rich. We didn’t want any unfortunate tummy activity to waylay our wonderfully diabolical plans. By the last bite of dessert, she had a definite rosy glow about her. Time to strike fast!

“Come on you; let’s go put on some robes. Dan! Go start the tub.”

Sue started to protest but I badgered and guilted her unmercifully. “You can’t back out now. I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Listen, just put on the robe. If you really don’t want to take it off, you don’t have to.”

BINGO!

Her clothes were on my bedroom floor and I was one step closer voyeur Valhalla.

Susan had a big bold set of tits that gravity had not yet besmirched. I was really going to enjoy watching those woggle up and down as Dan rammed his cock into her. She wasn’t shaved but she had tidied her pussy hair into a reasonable landing strip. “That’s so cute,” I giggled running my finger up the thin fur line in between her legs.

Sue was a little surprised but a tad too tipsy to be shocked. She playfully slapped my hand and put on her robe.

We sauntered through the living room on the way to our date with the tub. I commandeered another bottle of some potentially potable liquid on the way through and then we were one with the evening air. Danny was to remain in the house until I got her in the safely in the water. Sue very, very reluctantly let me remove her robe and help her into the spume.

“Gosh, I’m a little drunk,” I reminded her smiling like a baboon to prove it. That was hubby’s cue to amble out in a small towel. Dan frequents our local gymnasium and has developed a fairly attractive bod. I wanted it on full display as he walked towards us. Susan couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She was either scared shitless or admiring his pecs. Danny got to the edge of the tub and dropped his towel. I shave him a couple of times a week, so her view of his manhood was completely unencumbered. I think I detected a subtle jaw-drop from our guest.

Sue attempted to look away (out of politeness) but I was having none of it. I grabbed my husband’s baby-maker and waved it in her direction.

“See, didn’t I tell you his had a nice one?” Then I gave his head (not the big one) a wet sloppy kiss.

Susan blushed the color of the wine she was drinking.

As soon as he slid into the water, I began to get obscenely amorous and naughty. I was sticking my tongue in his mouth and feeling his chest and rubbing my unmentionables against his leg. Pretty soon, my hand descended beneath the waterline and I began taking outrageous liberties with his doowanger. This indecent display of affection was either going to horrify her or make her jealous. She didn’t jump out of the water in a huff and grab her robe, so I pushed it a little further.

“You should see the funny faces he makes while I’m giving him a blowjob,” I brazenly inform her. “Get up there sweetie.”

Before Susan could protest, Danny jumped up onto the side of the tub and I went down on him like his cock was made out of midway candy.

“You don’t mind if I suck my husband’s wiener a little do you, Susan? I get so horny after that much wine.”

Sue didn’t answer but shook her head weakly so I returned to the work at hand (and mouth), giving her a bird’s eye view all my oral ministrations. Even over the Jacuzzi motor, you could hear my appallingly lewd sucking sounds.

While my head was bobbing up and down on his Johnson, I stealthily reached over and dialed the house phone on my cell.

“Shit, that’s probably about my hair appointment tomorrow. I’ve been waiting for weeks to get in there.” I looked very undecided for a moment. “Listen, I have to answer that. Can you keep Dan hard till I get back?”

“What?!”

“Pleeeease? It’ll just take a few seconds. Just touch it a little. A few rubs from you will keep it as stiff as a crowbar. Please?”

I turned and pointed Danny’s man cannon at her and turned on the puppy-dogs.

After more that a few seconds of serious hesitation and another beseeching look from me, she rolled her eyes and grabbed a hold of his member. We were so close I could taste it. In fact, she was so close, she could have tasted it…but I digress.

Up and out of the water I popped. I could hear Dan apologizing to her as I galloped into the house. That’s it baby, play the victim.

I dawdled around in the kitchen for a good ten minutes before I ventured back outside. By now, they were talking and laughing (he can be so charming when he needs to be) and she hardly seemed to realize she had my husband’s pulsating knob in her hand.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” I apologized. I was actually stalling before getting back in the water.

“Did you get your appointment all set?” she asked (stroke, stroke).

This was the tricky transition. If I could get Dan’s cock into her mouth, there was an excellent chance her girlie vag would follow.

“Yes, I did. Thanks so much.” I slid back in and Sue offered me back my husband’s member.

“I don’t think he wants you to give it back,” I joke. “God, you do that so well, I’m really jealous.”

“What well?” Sue giggled. Thank the Lord for wine!

“You’ve got such a nice light touch. The magical way you’re stroking him. I sure wish I had your way with a man-stick.”

She protested my assessment of her penile pleasing abilities but kept on stroking him.

“You know how I love to please Dan orally. You must have some special techniques that you use. I’d be so grateful for any tips you could give me.”

“I just do it the same as any other woman does.”

I became praisingly dismissive. “Oh yeah, and you’re doing that just like any other woman does.” More puppy-dogs. “Please, just any little thing.”

She smiled and shrugged. “Okay.” And then she took Dan’s whole schlong into her mouth and started riding it up and down.”

“Oh my God, that looks great. How does it feel, baby?”

“Oh man, it’s fantastic. The back of her throat feels so fucking awesome”

Now that Susan felt that she was putting on a clinic, she really got into it.

“Shit. You are so good at this. Do you do anything special with a man’s balls?”

Sue not only started kneading his nutsack, she begins tonguing his asshole and scrotum while jacking-him off. I’m already in heaven but I mustn’t touch myself in that unholy way just yet.

Danny reached down and scooped up of one of those big tits. She didn’t object.

I cross my fingers and make a suggestion. “You know, it’s a little dark out here and I’m having trouble seeing all of this great stuff. Do you suppose we could go inside?

Two and a half minutes later, they’re on the bed. Susan was blowing him like a champ and Dan was massaging her twat into a soup (I recommended their body positions, so I could better see her oral magic…and so that Danny could jam his fingers up her snatch.).

Sue was getting more and more turned on by the second. This was delicate. There was a real risk that if she climaxed, she’d come to here senses (pardon the pun) and realize what she was doing. And we all know, that when we women come to her senses, that’s usually when all the fun stops.

When I felt the moment was right, I began to call out instructions. “This is so great and blazingly hot. Hey Susan, why don’t you get on your back now.”

She did.

“Danny, don’t be so selfish. You do down on her and return the favor.”

Sue opened up her legs. Oh, this was glorious. I started to subtly play with myself. Dan can really lick up a storm, so Susan was throwing her hips around like a crazy woman.

“Okay Dan. Kiss her.” This was our signal. He removed his face from her swollen vagina and eased himself down on top of her. Their making out could only be described as frenzied. She practically sucked the tongue right out of his head. It was mere seconds before he’d slipped his penis inside her. She did not object.

Now, I started to pick up my masturbatory pace as I watched my husband majorly humping our guest. She had her feet up in the air to receive every thrust to its max. Her tits were rocking around just like I’d fantasized about. In went her nails into his ass cheeks. Moans and sighs filled the air. “Fuck me! Oh yes, Fuck me!” She had slid her hand down her stomach so she could wrap her fingers around his slithery cock as it rammed into her.

My knees buckled as I came all over myself. The cunt contractions were astronomical but I still kept murderously beating against my clit, trying to squeeze every last morsel of yum out of it.

“Fuck me! OH GOD!!”

Now it was Susan’s turn. My goodness how she did carry on. The bed was taking pieces out of our wallpaper as it crashed around. I could see by the sheets that she was having a good juicy squirt along with her climax. Her tits were the color of Mackintosh apples – only much, much larger.

Danny didn’t have long (The spasms were already starting to ebb and those senses of hers were just about to come calling). He picked up the pace and blew his load just in time. Sue thrillingly welcomed his spunk into her pussy but then I saw that look of realization sweep across her face as she suddenly remembered that husband and children of hers. What had she done?

“Please, please get off me,” she called out.

“Is everything all right?” I asked, knowing full well that it wasn’t.

“I have to go, now!” She shouted, jumping up from the mattress of shame.

I swear, Susan was in the car and headed home within four minutes of cumming. Her pud was probably still throbbing as she pulled out of the driveway. I know mine was.

Some of our conquests regrettably never talk to me again. Several drop by quite often and thoroughly enjoy a little bit on the side with Danny while I wank myself giddy. I wondered where Miss Big Boobs would land. I quite liked her.

About a week and a half flitted by with nary a word. Then two weeks. I was cooking some dinner one night when there was a knock at the door. Guess who!

She seemed very serious and businesslike. “Can I come in for a moment?”

“Sure sweetie. We were so worried about you. You looked so upset when you left here.”

“Oh, I was.”

Danny handed her a drink. She took a very big slug.

“Listen, Robby can never find out about…about what happened here.

“Of course not.”

Danny shook his head and looked very sincere.

“It was a stupid thing that three drunk people did and it’s better forgotten.”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m…I’m so ashamed of myself.”

Sue started to weep a bucket-load. I signaled Danny to go comfort her. Bingo! He had her clothes off and was fucking her doggie-style on the living room rug in seconds. I got down beside her so I could wank with one hand and play with her big, swaying boobs with the other. It was simply orgasma-liscious. Just before Susan came for the second time (and she was two or three behind moi), I made her lie down on top of me while my husband did her up the poop-shoot. Just that look on her face as Dan plowed into her asshole turned me into a non-stop masturbating lunatic for the next fortnight.

And before you start feeling all sorry for Sue, just remember two things.

One: She could have easily called on the phone instead of coming over in person on a night when her husband was out with the kids.

Two: She was wearing an outfit that really showed off her cans and it was suspiciously easy to remove.

And don’t forget, poor old Johnny back home with the kids isn’t receiving any of the frolicsome favors Danny and I are getting regularly from old stingy cunt.

Well, he’s not getting it from Sue, anyway. Wink!

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

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