"How'd I do, Sue?" David yelled over his shoulder.
"Bravo sweetie," she replied, flatly.
"Thank you," I mouthed to David, so Sue couldn't hear me, and he winked on the sly.
"You better get in the shower, honey," Sue said, and David gave me a final peck on the cheek before jumping out of bed, snagging the Turkish towel robe from the back of the chair, and kissing his wife on his way to the bathroom. I made my way to the end of the bed and found my dress, then turned to look at her.
"Thanks for sharing David with me in such an intimate way, Sue. You have been extremely understanding and generous," I said, throwing some well-deserved gratitude her way. "I'll say it again, you are so lucky; David's a wonderful lover."
I slipped the dress over my head and my bare feet into my sandals.
"Glad you enjoyed it," said Sue, smiling warmly, but with an undercurrent of cool. "Hey you haven't seen my black panties, have you?"
"Me? No," I said, and I felt her look right through me. "But I'll help you find them."
Why the hell did I take them? I wondered, as I crawled around the bed faking a search. I'd never stolen anything in my life.
***
"You girls hungry?" David asked, steam billowing around him as he walked through the bathroom door into the bedroom in his robe. "I'm going to get changed and get the liver on. Sue, why don't you toss us a Caesar salad. And Candy, there's a good bottle of Cab Franc on the table; pour us a glass eh?"
"Will do," I said, and prepared to leave the room, but Sue grabbed my wrist.
"Not so fast," she said, "I haven't had my turn."
David and I looked at each other, confused.
"We've pretty much done everything there is to do, Sue," David said, laughing, "and I'm starving. Come on, let's eat." He gestured at the bedroom door.
"We have NOT done everything," said Sue, blocking the exit. "We've done your fantasy," she said, pointing at David, "And we've done your fantasy," she added, pointing at me, "but not MY fantasy."
"What are you talking about?" said David, perplexed. "That strap-on thing was your idea."
"Me getting screwed by a big dick? That's your fantasy," said Sue. "I did that for you."
Sue turned to face me and I thought, uh oh, it's hammer time.
"And don't tell me, Candy, that my husband making love to you wasn't YOUR fantasy - bet you've been dreaming about that for the 8 months you've been carrying on the affair with him."
"It wasn't an affair, Sue," I said, quietly, trying to calm the tension I saw manifesting itself in her jaw, "It was just . . . you know . . . online shit."
I shrugged.
"Well it stopped being online shit when you showed up at David's office last week and blew him."
Sue air-quoted online shit.
"You two owe me," she added, "Just accept it and let's get on with the fun."
She smiled just then and I couldn't tell if she was really mad or not.
"Sue, I'm spent," said David. "Let's eat and relax for a bit and then maybe . . . who knows?"
"Oh I think you underestimate yourself, honey," Sue said, taking me by the hand and leading me to the tall railback chair. She prompted me to sit, and I did. Then she walked over to David and led him to the chair, positioned him in front of me, and unbelted the towel robe. It was obvious what she wanted me to do. I stared straight ahead at David's previously blue marbled monument, now flaccid and pink, and reduced by half.
"I'm telling you, Sue, I've got nothing left!" he exclaimed.
"And I'm telling you, David, you're going to shoot a bucket's worth all over Candy's beautiful face, her neck, and especially on that pretty print dress," Sue said, patting his shoulder, "I'll be right back."
And then she left the room.
I looked up at David.
"I thought you said she wasn't mad," I whispered.
He shrugged.
"I don't know if she's mad or not; I've never seen her like this before. And um, sorry, but it's going to take me a while to get there," David said, a sheepish grin on his face.
I wasn't worried about that. If there was one thing I excelled at, besides writing smut, it was giving head. As the old saying went, I could suck the chrome off a bumper.
"Alrighty then," Sue said, as she reentered the bedroom with a glass of what I suspected was that Cab Franc, "let's get this party started."
Started? I'd been going at it for 2 hours. I mean I like sex, but Holy Good Lipton, if this went on much longer, the liver and onions wouldn't be sufficient; I might be moved to submit an invoice for overtime.
Sue took a big gulp of the wine, then got behind David and nudged him a little closer to me. She reached around and lifted his limpness and pointed it at my face.
"Kiss it, Candy," she said, and I pressed my lips to the head of his cock, then circled it with my tongue, and kissed it once more.
Sue nudged him again and I spread my legs so David could step between them and get closer to me. She stroked him from behind while I flicked and sucked his tip.
"How does that feel, honey?" she asked him, his eyes now fixated on his wife's hand and my lips, working in concert to bring him off.
He took a deep cleansing breath and exhaled, "Nice."
"Show me what you got, Candy," Sue said, and she removed her grip, then walked around me to the back of the chair, presumably so she could enjoy her wine and take in David's experience face on.
Little did I know, that wasn't the reason for the repositioning.
I ran my hands up the back of David's thighs, pulled him tight to me, and inhaled his semi-stiffness - all of it - and rolled it around in my mouth, tangling it up in my tongue. I felt it jump and then grow.
Oh yeah, I thought; this won't take long.
"Mmmmmmm . . . yeah . . . hot," he murmured under his breath, as I took him into my right cheek and let him bulge in and out of it for his viewing pleasure. Then a good swirly of his crown, and then another cheek fuck.
"Oh my God baby," he groaned, and I looked up at him and smiled and pressed my middle finger up between his balls and back-and-forthed them.
"Give me your hand, Candy," said Sue, and I lifted my palm and she squirted some lube onto it. I didn't need any further instruction. I was going to do the same thing to David that I did to my husband every 6 weeks or so when he asked "pretty please" for it.
I took David in my right hand and squeezed. He was good and hard now, his veiny Johnson pulsing with hot blood. I worked him with a nice smooth slip and slide, courtesy of the lube, then moved my lips to his sack of marbles and started to gently suck and lick. Then the magnum opus: my middle finger behind his balls, pressing up into that special stretch of skin and massaging it. He gasped and his head fell back.
"Does it feel good, David?" Sue asked, matter of fact.
"Fucking great!" he said, "You were right, Sue; I've got one more in me."
"Hold my hands, sweetie," Sue said, and David reached over me to place his hands on hers. And then in a flash, the sound of metal on metal, and metal on wood.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! KNOCK!
And David was bent over and handcuffed to the back of the chair. He pulled at the rails.
"Keep sucking, Candy," Sue said.
But I froze. That little voice in my head that I had ignored when I agreed to come here was alarming again.
Surprisingly, David was smiling.
"Let me guess; you got these from Sheila?" He chuckled.
"That's right honey," Sue said, "Sheila told me Darren liked to be restrained when he got pegged."
And David's formerly elevated expression, collapsed.
"I said keep SUCKING, Candy!" Sue barked.
Sue reached into the box of strap-on attachments and held up a petite and modified version of the dildo I had used on her. It was slim and smooth and black with a bulbous bent tip.
"Know what this is, David?" Sue asked, as she baton-twirled it in her hand. She put it into her mouth, then pulled it out slowly, making a popping sound as it passed her lips.
David didn't answer. I knew what it was, but I didn't answer either.
"It's a prostate massager," Sue said, "Sheila calls it, The Assmaster. It's the same attachment she used on Darren."
David jerked against his confinement and the chair propelled me forward.
"Is there a reason you are not sucking my husband's cock, Candy?" Sue asked, clearly agitated.
"Unlock the cuffs, Sue," David said, but Sue was taking her dress off while she whistled a tune - the Canadian national anthem.
Holy fuck! I thought, has this ever happened to anyone, anytime, anywhere? Or am I the only lucky one?
"I mean it Sue. You could hurt me with that thing!" David said, pulling again at the restraints.
