(This is another chapter in Michelle and suzanne's story. I asked Yourcumkitten (suzanne) for her input, and so this story is really about making her fantasy come true. Thanks for being such a good muse, suzanne. I hope you enjoy this new chapter!)
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I let out a moan of pleasure as the orgasm ripped through me, and I arched my back to grind my pussy on her lovely face. My fingers twined in her auburn hair and pulled her close, wedging her head between my spread legs. I'm still amazed, after all this time, that suzanne eating my pussy can still feel so new, naughty, and titillating! It's been over two years since our first adventures, and it still feels fresh and exciting. That's pretty impressive, I think!
After my climax, I stood up and started gathering my clothes. I looked at suzanne, laying there on the plush carpet of my living room. she was completely naked, except for the steel collar which signified that she was my sub. she smiled up at me, her pretty face glazed with my juices.
I knelt back down, not quite ready to get dressed after all, and said, "Spread your legs, sweetie." she did, and I began to finger her. her slit was wet from the pleasure of eating me, and she moaned as I rubbed her clit and slid my slender fingers inside her. I watched her rapturous face as she moaned and cooed, and I couldn't help but smile, glad she was mine.
My best friend. My lover. My possession. Mine.
"you know we don't have time to finish, right? The girls will be home any minute," I said with regret.
"Oohhhhh!" she sighed softly. I could tell she didn't want to complain, but ached to cum. "Yes, i know, Mistress Michelle. Thank you for touching me."
I bent and kissed her very slowly and deeply, and slid my fingers deep inside. Then I whispered, "I promise I'll make you cum as soon as I can, okay, sweetie?"
"Ohh, thank You!" she gushed. "Yes, please!!"
"Good girl. Now let's get dressed, before we're caught naked."
By the time the bus arrived and the kids came crashing through the door, we were just two moms, sitting at the breakfast bar having coffee. I loved how quickly we could change roles when we needed to. When suzanne was my submissive, she was totally submissive. It didn't seem like a role anymore. If anything, it was more like being a housewife and mom was her role, and being my submissive was her identity, but it was amazing how easily we flowed between existences.
My older daughter, Sara, took a break from her stream of chatter with her sister just long enough to say, "Hi, Mrs. McNeil!" before scooting right through the kitchen into her bedroom. Lizzie, always hungry, paused at the fridge before escaping to her room. It was amazing how much that girl could eat and still be string-bean skinny! I'm sure it was because she was so active, running on the track team and doing gymnastics.
"Hi girls!!" suzanne called cheerfully after them. My two girls and suzanne's two boys had been raised almost like brothers and sisters, and sometimes it seemed we were both moms to all four of them. It was interesting to watch the dynamic among the kids change, though, as they hit puberty and then started high school. They still acted like siblings most of the time, but you could tell they were no longer oblivious of the other's gender. I sometimes wondered if any of them would end up dating.
My thoughts were interrupted by suzanne saying, "i'd better get home myself. The boys will eat everything in sight if i'm not careful."
We laughed and gave one another a friendly hug, and I whispered, "Soon!" in her ear. her delighted whimper gave me a thrill! As she headed next door to her own brood, I wondered when we could meet up. Maybe later tonight would work. I didn't want to keep her waiting too long. she really had been a good girl.
As it turned out, I didn't get to satisfy her that night. The girls went to a movie with friends, and Jamie decided to take advantage of the opportunity for a date night! And by date night, I mean we ordered pizza, had a couple of beers, and then he ravaged me good before the girls got back! It was glorious.
I should point out, I am not involved with suzanne because there is anything at all wrong with my marriage. It's true I have fidelity issues, but those are mine alone. Jamie is a wonderful husband, father, and friend, and we have a happy, active life. suzanne just adds something Jamie can't provide, a submissive to my secret Domme. They are both important to me, and I love them both. To keep them both, though, I have to live a lie. suzanne and I have always agreed to keep our families out of it, so to speak. For good or ill, I have managed to live my lie quite easily. I hope I am always able to, because I will not give either of them up without a fight.
But, as I lay there that night, still glowing from Jamie's vigorous dicking, I had the thought that I would love to make suzanne eat my husband's cum straight from my pussy! The image was so intense as to seem real. So, as Jamie slept, I fingered myself to another sweet orgasm fantasizing about it! Afterward, I drifted off to sleep, my brain quietly working on the dilemma of how I could pull it off without Jamie knowing. Only for a half-sec did I even wonder whether I should.
Anyway, since that night didn't work out, the next day I texted suzanne to see if she might be able to visit me at work. she has stopped by, from time to time, but we've never gotten naughty there. Up until a few months ago, I didn't have my own office, but a promotion has given me an office with, if not a view, at least a door. I was pretty sure there were no cameras in there, either, though it's hard to tell these days, so there was also a little privacy. I know they monitor my computers, like they do everyone's, but at least I didn't seem to be watched.
suzanne said she could sneak out during her office hours if she was lucky, and she could swing by then. We'd only have a half hour or so, but that was all the time she would have. Hopefully a wayward student wouldn't derail her schedule.
All morning, I watched the clock. It seemed like weeks!! I found myself lightly touching my nipples in anticipation, distracted from my work. When at last I got a call from the receptionist saying that I had a visitor, I was wound pretty tightly!
I met suzanne in the lobby and we got into the elevator. The building only has 5 floors, and my office is on the 4th, so the ride wouldn't be long, but as soon as the doors shut I pulled her close and kissed her. Each passing floor brought a heightened awareness, trying to sense if the elevator would stop or keep climbing upward. We made it to my floor and into my office without meeting anyone, though.
