I remained inside Susan while Mike and Amy left the room. "I hope Amy can teach him how to be a better lover," Susan said. "He has gotten much better in the last couple of weeks, but he still has a lot to learn about treating women. Maybe if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't know what a good lover is like."
"Does he know that I visited you a couple weeks ago?" I asked.
"He made me promise not to tell him who my customers are. It would be more business-like that way. The night we met he said he wanted me to fuck you. I don't have the nerve to tell him about us."
"Perhaps it's best that you don't. You have improved since I last saw you."
"I'm trying to learn from my customers, just as I have learned from you. He also said he wanted to fuck Amy. Do you know if he has?" I hesitated to ponder whether to give her an honest answer or to pretend that I didn't know. Would she be hurt or happy if I said yes? She saw through my silence. "He has, hasn't he."
I was stuck between a rock and a hard place with a hardon buried inside her. I sighed. "Yeah. He was with her when I was with you. Undoubtedly she is responsible for his improvement in bed. You did give him permission to have other girls. You basically have an open relationship."
"You're right. I'm not exactly faithful to Mike. I can't expect fidelity from him in return."
"I think your sexual relationship with him will be much better after tonight. You heard her tell him that she is going to teach him to make love to her, no matter how many tries are necessary. I hope he paid attention to us; otherwise it's going to be a long night."
"You have me until morning, so I hope he and I both learn a lot. I know I want a lot more lessons."
"Maybe we will be asked to give some demonstrations."
"I'd love that. I guess we should clean up before they get back."
Reluctantly I withdrew my cock from Susan's pussy. "Ladies, first," I said as I rolled off her onto my back.
She rolled with me and placed a loving kiss on my lips. "My mother taught me to be assertive and to not tolerate any gentlemanly gestures from men. 'Open your own doors,' she told me. I don't care what she said. I love being treated like I'm special."
"You are special. Just ask Mike."
"Should I take my stockings off?"
"I like the way they feel. You may keep them on if you want."
"If you like them, then I will to please a very special man."
Slowly she got up and went toward the bathroom. It was then that I first noticed that she was still wearing her white wedding shoes. The high heels stretched her calf muscles making her legs even sexier than before. I longed to get between them again. Fifteen minutes later she returned. "This is really a fancy place," she said as she sat down beside me. "They even have a couple of douches in the bathroom. Your turn."
"They must book a lot of orgies," I said as I stood up. I only needed a warm, damp washcloth and a little soap to remove the juices from my cock. Since I would be replacing them in an hour or so, I wondered why I bothered. Susan wanted it. That was enough of a reason.
Susan was lying on the bed when I left the bathroom. I stretched out beside her and put my arms around her. She placed her fingers gently on my chin as we locked eyes. "I feel so happy," she said softly. "I am so glad that Chuck didn't catch the garter. He just likes to fuck. You're different. You care about people."
"I shoved him aside so I could get it. It wasn't very polite, but even Amy wanted me to catch it. I guess all's fair in war and sex."
At that moment the door from the living room opened, and Mike and Amy came into the bedroom holding hands. 'That's a good start,' I thought. 'He's acting like a boyfriend, at least.' They sat on their bed. Susan and I sat up so we could have a good view of them. Immediately, Mike put his hand on Amy's cheek and started to kiss her.
"What's your hurry?" she said to him. "It isn't even nine-thirty. Try again." This time he put his fingers lightly on her cheek and tried to draw her to him. "You're getting better. Ed, would you and Susan demonstrate what I am getting at?"
Susan and I turned slowly to face each other. Our eyes met. Her fingertips rested on my chin. Slowly, cautiously, our lips moved together for a brief, fleeting kiss. Again she looked into my eyes. Our lips met tenderly for a moment. I placed my hand lightly on her cheek. This time my lips approached hers. The next kiss was much longer, but still gentle, still a bit uncertain. She took a deep breath, wrapped my head in both hands, and pressed her mouth to mine. When the kiss ended, we both faced Mike and Amy.